A visit with Xīnyí Wang

Along the coast of Hangzhou there exists the countries most popular and according to the Chinese government non-existent brothel. The six story building named Zhāngkāishuāng tuǐ nuǎn xīn (Closest translation meaning Open legs, Warm Hearts), has been said to been in business for over two hundred years. While always a popular destination for many in Hangzhou due to its fine assortment of girls, its popularity didn't explode to the point its reached now until forty five years ago. Before that yes it received a always steady supply of johns looking for a warm bed, now though and every day for forty five years it had a line stretching over two blocks everyday at least going out the door.

Half of these men and some women were here for the regular girls, plenty pretty and quite skilled at what they do for a hefty but well worth it price. The other half however were here for one woman in particular, willing to drop what could be up to a hundred thousand equivalent USD for a chance with her if only once. In the group waiting to see this one woman in particular you had poor men who saved their entire lives for this day, and some of the richest and most powerful men in china addicted to the "greatest pleasure China had to offer." These people were here to have the honor of being with Madam Xīnyí Wang.

Ms. Wang had started at Zhāngkāishuāng tuǐ nuǎn xīn the day she had turned eighteen over four decades ago. Since the day she started she was incredibly popular due to her enormous bust, massive ass, and her unmatched figure and beauty. Easily able to take in numerous clients a day regularly, over hundred when she started to become well known, though she would say her personal best was over three hundred two decades ago. Due to her unwavering popularity and decades working at the brothel she had risen to the position of owner, sending the brothel's popularity to unmatched heights. Yet still this woman saw what was standard over a hundred clients a day, just because she enjoyed the sex so much.

Ms. Wang had agreed to meet with I Professor William Mast after mailing her a picture taken by my wife of me naked, holding my over three foot flacid penis with a letter detailing who I was and why I wished to speak with her, her agreement was as rapid as the post could do.

Ms. Wang despite being in her sixties still had the beauty and complexion of a woman in her early twenties. Her body was unblemished and had nary a single imperfection, and even with decades of sex work possesses zero STDs as is natural to a Bimbo. Ms. Wang though even among Bimbos is a impressive outlier, as her bust was a double VV cup. Incredibly large unmatched breasts hung off her chest with nary an issue. Her thin all except her hips body standing at five foot two inches supporting the ludicrous bust without a single issue or pain. Walking around her brothel either totally in the nude or an open robe.

Upon meeting she happily lead me to her private room, the furnishing alone costing more than most houses. She sat me down on a bed so luxurious the cost of it alone could of put my daughters through college and have some left over. She unbuttoned my pants and gasped in joy as she saw the splendor of my monstrous forty inch penis and grape fruit sized testicles. It took her forty five minutes before she was in a state where she could do an interview, to deep in cock lust as she worshiped every inch of my cock and balls with her mouth. It took about two gallons of cum down her throat before she finally relaxed enough to do the interview.

The information recorded here was taken from a recorded interview taken over the next week as me and Ms. Wang had sex. It appears that I was the first Bull that she had ever encountered and was fascinated in my research. Do to my abilities to properly satisfy Ms. Wang she did not need take any clients over that week, I later found out that crime in the city spiked thirteen percent that week. To this day me and Ms. Wang regularly keep in contact as good friends after my departure, even telling me that we had conceived a daughter. My wife and I happily congratulated Ms. Wang on the birth of her daughter to which she beamed with joy about.

My brother would later be baffled at the idea that neither I nor Ms. Wang seemed to have any remote issue that I was not a active part of the girls life. Perhaps I should research the parenting styles of Bimbos and Bulls in the future? As Ms. Wang totally sees the daughter as just hers, and hardly thinks of me in the sense of a biological parent in anyway. I myself rarely think of the child conceived with the attitude of a biological parent either. Which is odd as I view the daughters with my wife clearly as my biological daughters without question, once again perhaps a deeper look into that aspect of Bull and Bimbo psychology should be inspected?