Whore-Whisperer

My visa runs to Shanghai were always a chance to sample some new or exciting girls. At the time, I was exclusively using Nightlife online or Massage Republic to find my girls. I always tried to save time for Cherry, but if I could have multiple days in Shanghai I would try to line up one or two other girls.

I found Yue on Massage Republic. Her picture was just too good to be true. Her profile said she was Korean, but I’ve learned to ignore that. When a girl says she’s Korean, it’s her way of saying she’s not Chinese, and likes Korean stuff. She’s not Korean. The only Korean girls working in Shanghai will cost you upwards of $1000 for an hour session, and bad news white boys, you’re probably going to be refused at the door. Yue advertised a reasonable Shanghai 1 hour price of $275, and she had this certain something going for her. Luscious long black hair, goofy nerdy girl glasses, sparkling eyes and a killer body. Her pics were a mix of regular down to earth girly pictures and a few really hot ones that showed off a firm tight ass and a nice rack. Asian girl next door.

Her reviews were mixed, some guys said she was a starfish, probably because of her age, and another review claimed she couldn’t possibly be 21, more like 35. One review said she was amazing, but that she “liked Coke” so be sure to bring some. That’s a bit odd. What are we talking about here? They didn’t make sense so I was, as always, a bit worried

I reached out anyway and she texted me back on WeChat and told me to contact her before I came to Shanghai. Seeing those odd reviews though, I wanted to be sure to have a backup plan. Looking further on MR I found another girl named Candy. Candy looked a bit older, the pictures showed a tight little tattooed body – if I could give Candy a label it would have to be ‘harlot” she looked nasty. Nothing wrong with that! I reached out to Candy told her I would be in town.

As I was getting close to the trip, I was really anticipating my visit with Yue. She offered video verification on MR so as I sat in the airport eating breakfast, I asked if we could connect on WeChat. Calling her, I saw that same happy, nerdy Asian girl face and was quite pleased. No bait and switch! Told her that I would see her that afternoon when I got to town.

Mid afternoon after checking into my hotel, I headed out for the apartment block. Meeting girls earlier in the day is my typical MO as I’m not a night owl, and find my energy and interest is higher in the morning. The problem is, that for many guys this sort of hobby is a nighttime drunken activity, so girls work late into the night. My messages confirming my 1pm appointment with Yue went unanswered but I was still in great anticipation of seeing her, so I got on the metro and assumed she would answer me before I got to the neighborhood.

Another message. No response. My frustration was growing. Was I going to miss this girl? I got of the subway and grabbed some coffee to wait her out, my stress level growing. I sent a message to Candy, the harlot, hoping she would be my backup as it seemed that I was not going to connect with Yue. Candy was immediate in her response – “Come over now baby?” I put her on ice for another thirty minutes or so.

This is the gamble of our hobby. I’ve got two girls here I want to see, but only the budget, time, and energy for one. Sitting in that Starbucks, I’ve got to make the call. Do I see Candy? Do I wait for Yue who might have decided to take the day off?

Decision time: I go for Candy, giving up on my nerdy little Asian cosplay girl and embracing the absolute slut I see in Candy’s pics. I show up at the assigned apartment and make my way to the proper room. Candy answers the door in a tight tight black miniskirt, fishnets and super high platform heels, wearing a white blouse that shows off her amble tits. She is the definition of a slut. Overdone makeup and an outfit that screams fuck me. She is in a pretty big apartment for Shanghai, so she takes me to a room, has me strip down and then takes me in for a shower. I’m not a big shower together guy, but Candy gives me a pretty good lathering up. She’s the kind of girl that likes her work, you can tell. Naked, she’s covered in hot feather-motif tattoos.

We get down to business a bit in the shower, with some rubbing and stroking and a quick BJ but we are then back to the bed, where she amazingly puts the outfit back on, along with the platform heels. Girls never do this unless requested, and then rather begrudgingly.

We get down and dirty on the bed, and I have to admit that to this day, that thirty minute session with Candy was one of the highlights of my mongering days. She was a pro through and through, but she also did seem to genuinely enjoy her time. She squealed with delight after an earth shattering organism in doggy, her tattooed ass quivering. I kept pulling down her tight leatherette miniskirt – there is nothing better than a tight ass wrapped in a tight black dress while you’re pounding away doggy. She didn’t take her panties off, just pulled the white thong to the side. She turned around and kissed me full on the lips, my cock still rock hard, she grabbed it firmly and said “I really like you!” I finished her off pounding her in missionary like a champ, and this was pre-magic blue pill days. Candy just did it for me, her clear pleasure was such a turn on.

Afterwards we showered together and she played with me again, almost teasing me to go for round two but it was too soon, I knew he wouldn’t be up for it. Besides, I had a date with Cherry that night for a sleepover so my budget was tight. I’ll write more about Candy in a future post – as you can imagine, it wasn’t my last time seeing her. But this is about Yue.

As I get dressed and leave, I see one of the other bedroom doors in open, and I spot a thick mane of black hair, and a tall girl sitting in front of a mirror. I pause for a minute, thinking, “is that Yue?” It’s possible but, satiated for the moment, I leave.

Several hours later, I get a message from Yue. “Sorry, I overslept, can you come over?” I told her I couldn’t but maybe we could catch up again later.

“Is Candy your roommate?” I asked.

“Yes! How did you know?” I told her I had seen her getting ready in the next room. “She’s my best friend!” An opportunity missed but the story wasn’t over.

Fast forward a few years to the end of the pandemic. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get Yue out of my head. There was something about her pictures that really separated her from most girls I had met. I occasionally sent her a WeChat message to which she never responded. But I kept the WeChat. I held out hope.

When I could finally travel again one of my first trips was to Saigon to play poker at the poker club. Prior to my trip, I browsed Massage Republic and suddenly there were Yue’s pictures! Three years had passed, but there she was in Saigon. I added her Telegram and immediately messaged her.

We chatted and I reminded her about our missed meeting in Shanghai. “I remember!” she exclaimed. I made a date for my first evening in Saigon. She showed up at my hotel right on time, in a tight black dress and black leather jacket. She came up to my room, we sat on the bed and talked. Her English was excellent. She grabbed my hand, kissed me gently and passionately. I told her that after meeting her I wanted her to spend the night. I’ve rarely made a decision like that. She said she didn’t have a condom, so we would need to go out and grab some, and she wanted a coke.

My hotel was right on Bui Vien, the party street in Saigon. She grabbed my arm like we were a couple and we crossed the street to the convenience store. “Be careful with your phone, someone can grab it.” We bought some snacks and other stuff and headed back to the hotel. There was really an instant connection with her. She grabbed me like we’d been dating for years. Familiar, smiling, looking at me with affection. This girl already stole my heart.

Having sex with Yue was amazing. Tall, thin and in excellent shape she was the perfect girl next door. Her 22 year old body (she had been 19 when we first spoke) was ideal. She was like a girl you meet in a bar. The sex was really passionate, almost like nothing I had experienced with a girl I was paying. She loved to give head, it literally made her soaking wet. Eating out her perfectly shaved pussy caused her to cum within a minute. I kept at it for a good fifteen minutes until she begged me to fuck her. Bending her over I was treated to an amazing view – her back dimples paired perfectly with an almost perfect ass – not too big, toned, and just jiggly enough when she was getting pounded hard. She responded to my every move, kissed me during our love making passionately and deeply, and cuddling with me when we were through. It didn’t take me long to go for a second round which may have been hotter than the first. Our morning sex was slow and deliberate. We engaged in a little Sumata before moving to the condom. It was so hard not to slide inside her raw. She left at 6:00am – so early.

For the year or so, I would talk to Yue all the time on Telegram and on her new WeChat. I learned through our conversations that she snuck into China through the jungles of Vietnam and Yunnan and felt like she was going to die on the journey. She got caught along with Candy in Shanghai and spent 30 days in prison before being deported back to Saigon. That was why she never answered my WeChat.

The next time I was in Vietnam, I immediately booked her. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. We talked about Vietnamese food, and she suggested a local delicacy – later providing photos of it along with instructions on how to properly eat it. She came to our second meeting dressed as a very normal girl – baggy jeans, sneakers and a bag. We went out to grab some food together at a fancy Vietnamese restaurant that I love – in the taxi she grabbed me hand and cuddled with me the whole ride, we chatted like old friends. It became harder and harder to tell we were not. She laughed at the amount of money I was paying for “local food” she could cook me at home.

Yue was not a full-time call girl, she did nails and she was damn good at it. She had a Facebook page, and worked as a trainer in a store. She talked a lot with me about her work. Her dream was to open her own place. I asked her about her evening job – “I don’t see a lot of people because I work all day and live with my mother.”

At the hotel that night, after our first round, she got up to have a cigarette by the window. “I’m sad.”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“When I see you, I always think of my time in Shanghai. That was a bad time for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I had a boyfriend – he’s a very bad guy. We had a business together in Saigon. When I went to Shanghai, he took everything I had and moved away. I came back to nothing.”

“Did he find out what you were doing?”

“He knew, he didn’t care. Bad guy.”

I was shocked by the revelation she had a Vietnamese boyfriend who knew about how she made money. I can’t imagine being in a relationship with a girl who saw so many men. To each is own, I suppose but Yue seemed so genuine. It’s during a conversation like this that you expect a girl to ask you for money, but Yue didn’t. She was just sad.

Yue and I met maybe half a dozen times in Saigon. Each time, it was like old lovers. We went to dinner at fancy restaurants. She never made me wait until midnight to come over to spend the night in my hotel – she would come straight from work. 8pm? Fine. “Baby, win some money at poker, I’ll meet you when you’re done.” She’d come whenever I was finished and we would go at it all night.

I learned that despite how much Yue liked sex, she actually didn’t in the end like penetration that much. I don’t think I was too big for her, I never had to work at fitting my cock in her at all, but it just didn’t really do it for her. She loved giving and getting head, and she really enjoyed sumata – so much it quickly made her cum. Most girls, if you do a little of that, they will beg to be penetrated after just a few minutes. I had no problem getting Yue off. Typically, I would eventually fuck her, just for the feeling, but generally I let her blow me, ate her to half a dozen orgasms and tried mightily not to slip my cock into her raw as I rubbed her wet and ready pussy.

Then one day Yue told me she had applied for a visa to go to Austria and work in a nail saloon with a friend. Over the coming months we met a few more times, and just recently she finally got her visa approved. I asked her if she’d continue this job in Austria. She said no, she really didn’t want to do it anymore.

I finally asked her on our last night together if she had this relationship with other clients. “No. I have some customers I like, but none of them are friends like you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You remembered me for all those years and we never met, and I remembered you too.”

“When you move to Austria can we still be friends?”

“Of course!” We still are. We talk less, and I can’t wait for the day she returns to Saigon to visit or live. Very few girls seem so genuine as Yue.