How I met a prostitute

I’ll start by describing the time when this happened. It was mid-May, everything had already turned green, and what I remember was that it was truly summer heat. Gradually, all the people began to undress, this was especially noticeable on the girls, light dresses, short skirts, translucent beacons, bright colors. In a word, everything is pleasing to the eyes, I am a gloomy office worker, sitting at the computer, sweating in a stuffy room. I had lunch, I took a glass of coffee and started surfing the Internet, and that’s when the thought of a prostitute came to me for the first time. Not to say that I am an avid nerd in glasses with problems with sex.

I'm a 25-year-old guy, dark hair,

tall, athletic build, sport gave me this, I've been going there 3 times a week for a couple of years. Therefore, I even consider myself very attractive and not suitable for the descriptions of office workers, but it turned out that way and I work in this stuffy barracks. Oh the heat. How tired it is already before it even begins. Oh, on the Internet I am again reading the news about how our valiant police conducted a raid on prostitutes. Well, why do this so often and they have a plan with checks or so our prostitutes are dear to them. And then I thought, maybe there really is something in them that makes us men go to them. Or maybe among them, prostitutes, there are good girls who ended up there by mistake. And then again I felt that I was tired and had not had sex for a long time. What is this? So all these thoughts are just because I haven’t had sex or interest for a long time? Or here's the secret - why men are greedy for prostitutes, sex without obligation. Perhaps it's as simple as that! Okay, I’m putting these thoughts away from myself, lunch is over, it’s time to work. Now if only there was a juicy girl, I would warm her up on this table, but no, it’s time to work. In these thoughts, the working day flew by, and I went home.

On the way home, the thought of prostitutes came to me again, then I realized that I wanted to deal with the spiritual side of a prostitute. This is where it all ended before it even began, but not one fine day, or rather night, a couple of weeks later when June began. I had a dream, a very interesting one, where I was walking in the park and helped a girl I didn’t know with a heel. Her heel broke, as often happens at the wrong moment. I took her home, she thanked me with passionate sex. Yes, exactly sex, because this is a dream, my dream. And I woke up because I was confused by one circumstance: why did she give it to me? Just because I hung her up, but not so quickly into bed, or maybe she’s a prostitute.

I know one thing: it’s time to get up for work, I don’t feel like it. But what to do? I went under a contrast shower, and again I thought, maybe such a girl could be a prostitute. Can such a pure creature as the affectionate girl from the dream be a prostitute? I was overwhelmed by the thought more and more when I arrived at work.

I’m all distracted, otherwise I won’t start delving into the numbers, today I have an important day, signing a contract and receiving vacation pay. Then I decided for myself that I would go to the point for the first time. The day flew by quickly, having received my vacation pay, I rushed home. At home, after taking a shower, I weighed the pros and cons. And I decided, I was there, I wasn’t, I’ll go once. Fortunately, the point was not far from me, a couple of stops away, on the outskirts of a city park. I don’t know why, but, having dressed more respectably, I went to choose a prostitute. What am I doing, why do I need this. Maybe it’s better to meet someone, because I’m just as good at it. No, I decided for myself, today it should happen. I don’t know why, but I was drawn there.

Having reached the place, having discussed it with whoever needed it, the process of choosing the butterflies, as they were affectionately called there, began. A row of eighteen girls appeared before my eyes. Let me tell you right away, everyone is different. For myself, I immediately noted that this was not my thing, most had no taste, there was only lust in makeup, in clothes. It feels like this is all the cream of our city—it’s true that it’s gone sour. This upset me wildly, I was about to leave when I heard an uncle with a bow tie swearing, which, as I understood, was late. Having received a girl in the face, covering the place with her hand, she went straight deeper into the trees into the park, catching a glimpse of her facial features, I realized that this is what I was looking for. Having discussed this matter, I bought it for 2 hours, with an extension for the night, if possible. And I went to her, this girl is beautiful, in the rays of the setting sun, I saw her face. Dark hair, a friendly face, with big eyes, a small nose and lips that you can’t tear yourself away from. A thin, tall girl, with size 2 breasts, which were covered by a patterned cape and a short denim skirt and familiar stiletto heels. After asking her name, we went to the car. Lisa was the name of my butterfly, she didn’t really look like a prostitute. Perhaps because of my attitude towards her, I was so friendly and sweet with her that the smile did not leave her face, and her pierced gaze looked deep into me.

Suddenly asking me, when we had already arrived, why do you need me? I don't have a clear answer for her. In the apartment, I didn’t take her straight to the bedroom, but went to the kitchen to drink tea. I told her that I was just curious and that I couldn’t get it out of my head that there were such beautiful prostitutes like her. After listening to me, she smiled and said that it was only the second time she came, that due to money problems, her boyfriend forced her to be on the panel.

After the second and third glasses of cognac, she said that I was a good person, and she chose me herself this evening. Because I really liked it the moment I arrived at the point. We started a dialogue with her, she told me that when she went with a client for the first time, she scratched him all over his face because he wanted to immediately take her ass without lubrication, just like that with one jerk. Then he beat her badly, and when he returned her, the guys beat her up badly, and said that by kicking her, she was lucky. After being in the hospital for a month and a half, she came out today for the second time. But that’s all right, she didn’t calm down, the alcohol obviously took its toll. I asked her about everything, I was so interested, all the ins and outs of this business. She said that her friends, so to speak, were punished for hiding bonuses from clients, they took their legs and feet on their stomachs and beat them with bats, and also for misconduct, they gave them to the Tajiks from the construction site and they let them all go in a circle in a brigade - this was called a “day off” and much more terrible things. In conclusion, she said that there is no rich businessman in a white Mercedes who could fall in love with a prostitute, all this is a utopia that no one believes in anymore. Then she came up to me and, looking into my eyes, began to undress. The beacon fell, the bust fell, then the skirt, and was left in panties, so tiny and transparent that one could say that she was not wearing them. He pulled down my shorts and took out my dick. She stroked him and looked at him, then, looking up, she said, if I didn’t like you, then nothing happened, I’m not like that, and you’re not like that. She took it into her mouth, she sucked it greedily, tenderly and at the same time carefully, I had never had anything like this. You can understand the kind of life she’s had lately, the hospital, lack of incentives, hasn’t had sex for a long time. What am I thinking about, and began to completely relax, she swallowed him almost whole, then pulled him out and kissed him tenderly. I ran my hand over it and took it into my mouth again, from such torture I could not restrain myself for long and said that I was cumming now. She accelerated the pace, completely immersing him, the first streams of sperm began to swallow into her mouth, they hit her throat, filling her mouth, I spewed and spewed, sperm mixed with saliva flowed down the shaft, I moaned and finished.

I wanted a release for so long. She drank all the sperm, licked my penis, wiped out her lips, smiled and said: did you like it? I did this to you with a special feeling, I have never even done this to my boyfriend. Answering: very much, I withdrew into myself, it felt good.

Having come to her senses, she called me into the bedroom, putting panties in my hands, I saw her going into the bedroom. Her ass was damn good. I followed her. Arriving in the room, I saw her lying on the bed with her legs spread. I climbed on top of her and started kissing her, lips, neck, breasts, nipples, I went lower, with the thought of kissing her pussy. Going lower to the pubis, I saw this charm, a well-groomed young pussy with a thin trail of hairs, I kissed her for the first time and began to lick her, her clitoris, her small lips, her pussy was neat, not broken as they say about prostitutes. And the fool was small and narrow, understanding this with her tongue. She flowed, flowed strongly, she really wanted me. I licked the heated entrance, then entered her with a powerful movement. I fucked her, I wanted her. Putting my legs on my shoulders, I accelerated my movements, she moaned, squirmed under me, but at the same time caressed my body with her hands, my sides, a little of my butt, as far as her hands allowed, she lightly scratched with her nails. I tried to make her cum first, I had a lot of strength. Turning her over with her back to me and putting her on all fours, I entered her from behind. What a nice ass she has, I took it with my hands, kneaded it, squeezed it. She squealed from these movements. Taking her by the hair, I thrust into her more and more, I began to feel that she began to cum, I sped up and then I heard the treasured moans, she came and went limp. I continued to work, her hole was relaxed. I entered to the full depth and immediately began to cum inside her. After lying together in bed, he asked her if she liked it. She replied yes. She took my hand and put it on her pussy, and said that she only wanted me. Having hugged me, we fell asleep, I covered her hole with my palm, I fell into sleep, playing with the entrance to her ass. When I woke up in the morning, I was alone, on the sheet there was a piece of paper with a phone number and a note, I will come to you this evening. Don't be bored and arrow. Next to the note were her small panties. This is how my vacation began. But this is a different story.