Porn story about how I became a prostitute – part 1.
In short and frankly, to characterize myself before the start of history as I became a prostitute, I am an attractive, thirty -year -old and quite successful woman. I have a husband and a 7-year-old son. We live in abundance, our family is strong, my husband loves me, and I – it. At first glance, it may seem that I have no reason to be sad, but there is still one significant problem, my husband does not know how to have sex at all.
Preliminary affection is not about him. Our sex looks as follows: he compresses my nipples a couple of times, then introduces his cock, after that a couple of minutes of light shocks and that’s it … we fall asleep. No matter how much I ask him to extend the affection or pay attention to me slightly, he does not listen. Only occasionally it will take his fingers several times on my pussy, and then, only because in previous sex he wiped his instrument because of my “dryness”.
Over time, I reconciled, because in everything else he was just an ideal – a faithful and loving husband, a caring father, a successful man. I no longer thought that porn stories can happen in my life as I became a prostitute. For the sake of family idyll, I decided to forget about this side of the relationship, I was looking for happiness in rare cases of self -satisfaction. However, everything changed when, because of a business trip, I went to Amsterdam.
History as I became a prostitute
One evening, at the end of difficult negotiations, I decided to take a walk in picturesque places. Walking along the embankment, I felt an unexpected sadness, which was why we walked, we would look at the ground. Then my loneliness was disturbed by a man. He touched my elbow and uttered something in his own language: unfortunately, I did not understand anything, since I owned only English. I smiled and said “sorry” in English, the elegant man muttered something on his own and turned to me again, but now using English:
– How many?
However, I did not understand anything:
– What how much?
He exhaled for a long time and climbed into his pocket. From there he took out a pack of money and counted me a few hundred bucks.
– Enough? – He said and looked at me.
Here everything became clear to me, he took me for a prostitute. This is not surprising, because somewhere nearby there was a area with similar girls and their services. I already wanted to be indignant at such a nonsense, but stalled. I have not had full sex for so long, although I know what it is, because I already had several lovers before my husband. Under the pretext that my husband does not know, because I am in Amsterdam, I decided to go to this adventure.
After my consent, the stranger led me to the hotel, which was located nearby. As expected, the room had a large bed and many mirrors. However, there was a mandrazh for several reasons. The first is guilt due to betrayal. The second – how prostitutes behave? I did not know what I should do, but it’s good that my “client” decided to take the initiative into his own.
“Take off your clothes and go to the bed,” he said in a calm tone, throwing off his coat.
I began to undress, first throwing off my outer clothing, then a blouse and a skirt. This whole procedure aroused me a little, because the man carefully watched me.
When I stayed in the same underwear, I sat down on the bed. It was clear to me that I was shy. The man crouched near me and began to brazenly squeeze my chest. I began to get excited and relax even more when he realized that he had pulled a bra and began to lick one of my nipples. And then I made a languid sound, it was fine, for a long time they didn’t caress me so gently. A trembling ran through the body, and between the legs it began to become hot.
At that moment, the man stopped, he ran his hand over my panties, then looked at me.
– Mmm, do you really like it so?
Of course I really liked it. However, his surprise is clear, because for a prostitute it is an ordinary business and they rarely “get wet” so quickly ”. But I just shrugged my shoulders. He sharply spread my legs and more tightly pressed his hand to my panties.
– Damn, you really got started!
Emotionally, he threw me back and quickly pulled my underpants, staring at my excited and smooth pussy, which, of course, embarrassed me again. Then I realized that with me was about how a story became a prostitute.
– You really got excited.
He stuck his fingers in my pussy and began to carefully examine it. His movements were gentle, but at the same time assertive. I could not believe that they caress me in a similar way, when he lowered my head to my delight and began to take circles on my pussy with his tongue. I flowed, I just baked, because my husband never did anything like that. He licked me, sucked the clitoris, put his tongue into the vagina, and his fingers closed my chest tightly all this time. Finally, my pleasure reached the limit and experienced an orgasm, which she has long forgotten and said goodbye to the years.
My mind was like in a fog, and the whole body softened with warm pleasure. This unfamiliar man smiled at me and said:
– Well, then, then start ..
When the convulsions stopped after the third orgasm, my body was completely softened. Despite this, between my legs, one desire was madly burning – to feel how his cock enters me.
Finally, he broke away from my pussy and began to take off his clothes. It was evident that he was impatiently, I experienced the same thing and I. Of course, a good prostitute in the section of him would be a little to caress his cock, but I was exhausted. All that I could at that time was shamelessly lying, spreading my legs.
Somehow gathering my strength, I turned over to my knees, and, crumbling my back, froze in anticipation. My “client” began everything slowly. With his hand, he carefully felt the entrance to the vagina, slightly ran his fingers, then, spreading his lips, introduced his thick member. And then the best began. Like a wild beast, he growled, grabbed my buttocks and eagerly fucked my hole. I felt everything flowing at my feet, my knees trembled, and my whole body was beating in pleasure. I really have not experienced this for a long time, and together with my husband already considered myself Frigidny, and not suspecting that I would write how I became a prostitute a story. And free girls for sex are waiting for you .