How I Became a Whore or How I Became a Macho — 8

After that incident in the sauna with the three rich girls, Ira put my oral services on a steady stream. Word about me spread ahead, and I started getting regular clients: bachelorette parties, regular parties, corporate events, and simply lonely wealthy ladies, and accordingly, money started appearing, and not small amounts.

At Ira's insistence, I started dressing in brands and matching, so to speak, the demands of those rich girls and respectable ladies whom I went down on according to the instructions of my pimp Ira, who was now also my, as she put it, image-maker.

I have to admit, I started liking my position. I had money that I no longer had to count from paycheck

to paycheck.

Externally, I became wealthier and more stately. I no longer just got haircuts, but haircuts with styling (by the way, the hairdresser was a friend of Ira's, and as you might guess, I sometimes treated her to cunnilingus in secret from my Ira—my 'mama').

I'd like to highlight meeting the owner of an advertising agency, Lidiya Ivanovna, who adored having her feet pleasured. She would even call me to her work, where I would kiss, suck, and lick her beautiful feet.

Sometimes under the desk while someone came into her office, sometimes on the desk as if enjoying lunch, sometimes on the leather sofa when she sprawled out languidly, offering me her feet, which I also massaged.

I got to lick her beautiful 'fuzz'—that's what I called her pussy—only once. She had a rather large clitoris, which practically had to be sucked like a little dick.

Mostly, she would bring herself to orgasm with her hands while watching me diligently pleasure her feet. I admit, I started liking foot fetish too, but at some point, Lidiya Ivanovna stopped using my services. Probably, I thought, she found herself a foot-pleaser on the side :)

And the most interesting thing is, I never did figure out how old she was—she looked 30, but from her behavior, I thought she was a full 50.

I also remember Lidiya Ivanovna's friend—Bagira, that's what she called her when she wasn't around, but her real name was Alina. I remembered my first meeting with Bagira for a long time, or even forever. She subjected me to a frank interrogation: who I was, what I was, what I did, what I was forced to do, what I liked, where I went, who I loved, and much more. From her piercing, soul-freezing gaze and biting questions, I almost pissed myself, in the literal sense of the word, like a little dog.

She conducted training with me, in the presence of Lidiya Ivanovna, on how I should behave in the presence of a Mistress, how to greet, what to do when receiving orders—I think Alina conducted this training with me not for free and on Irina's order, or maybe at Lidiya Ivanovna's request, or maybe she herself, feeling jealous, put me in my place, grinding me down like a louse.

And it also seemed to me that Bagira and Lidiya Ivanovna were beloved friends. They looked at each other that way.

It's a pity that the taste of that very Bagira remains unknown to me! She didn't use me for my direct purpose, but like a vampire—an emotional vampire—she enjoyed the emotions!

Having sucked all the energy out of me and emptied my morally humiliated body, she simply told me to get out of her sight, like some unnecessary shit! She stayed with Lidiya Ivanovna.

The changes in me, of course, were noticed by Masha, who, according to my words, thought that I had constantly started solving some problems for someone and was receiving fees, and not small ones.

Usually, I solved these 'problems' at night until morning or late evenings (but I constantly sent SMS—'I'm busy today, love you, kisses'), which gave Maria the impression that I had probably become some kind of gangster.

Because of this, Masha's feelings and respect for me arose again, and I, from my new 'high' position, also started growing wings.

I could afford restaurants and expensive gifts, which I gave to Masha, for which she, as a sign of gratitude, even started giving me blowjobs. My dick now always got hard in anticipation of sex and was confident in itself, just like its owner, that it would definitely receive affection and due attention and respect.

Masha and I started kissing on the lips; she no longer turned away. I paid for her apartment too (that was also a kind of gift from me).

I was gradually taking on the dominant male role in our relationship, and Masha was surrendering it, like a woman without a fight.

So that's how I caught myself thinking that to become a rich kid and acquire the CHARISMA OF CASANOVA, I had to be nourished by the secretions of real rich girls.

Apparently, it's not for nothing that there's a proverb or saying—'You've become quite cocky! Did the thugs piss in your mouth or something?'—apparently, this saying, widespread among the people, originated from a similar situation.

A kind of paradox occurred—first, I practically lost self-respect from going down on chicks left and right, and then I became proud of myself and was no longer at all ashamed of my trade, because everyone in this world spins as they can, and at the same time, I remembered a joke:

A taxi driver is driving and sees a chick hitchhiking, stops, picks her up, and she tells him she needs to be taken to the entrance of a building and gives the address. This building is located about two hundred meters from the spot where she caught the taxi, and she shows him a hundred-dollar bill. The taxi driver took her and got a hundred dollars. The next day, out of interest, he came to the same spot at the same time and saw the same chick again, who again asked to be taken to the entrance of the same building. The next day again and again. Finally, the taxi driver couldn't stand it and asked the chick what she did for a living that she could afford to take a taxi two hundred meters every day for a hundred dollars, to which she replied that she worked as a cocksucker. The taxi driver, hearing the answer, asked again—'So you suck dick?' The chick looked him up and down and answered—'You're the one sucking dick with your salary, I work as a cocksucker!'

This joke wouldn't leave my head; apparently, I also worked as a cunnilinguist or something like that. Of course, I couldn't boast about my work as a cunnilinguist like that chick, but in terms of financial status, I aroused envy among my colleagues at my main job, which I eventually completely abandoned and quit.

Girls started paying attention to me quite often. They gave compliments and practically offered themselves for acquaintance, and this elevated me more and more.

In short, my EGO swelled to quite large sizes. I even started possessing charisma from my constant going down, and not just going down. Because of my charisma and efforts, practically all my clients started asking me to fuck them.

By the way, Ira also moved out from Masha's place, got a driver's license, and bought herself a used foreign car, but a rather solid one.

I, however, spent a lot of money on Masha and on my image, which over time interested me less and less. So, I started seeing her very rarely, citing being busy. She, afraid of losing me completely, was content with what she got. The only thing I was afraid of was that I might run into her face-to-face when called to another bachelorette party.

It turned out that now it was me who came to fuck my female whenever I wanted. A couple of times, my female simply sucked me off to orgasm, and I, citing fatigue, didn't please her with reciprocal sex, much less cunnilingus.

In general, I now had plenty of sex and cunnilingus. If there was an opportunity, I simply shirked it, which probably provoked Masha even more to pester me. And if she pestered me too much, then of course I gave in, pleasured, and fucked her. There was no talk of cunnilingus without sex with Masha anymore.

Oh yes, I forgot and want to add that I, of course, went down on Ira regularly and for free, and she really liked recording my sessions on her cell phone.

She no longer asked me about my relationship with Masha or said she didn't like that I went down on her; apparently, everything suited her too, and she didn't interfere in my personal life, but only earned money from me, my enterprising pimp, to whom I was infinitely grateful!

I started having not only quite good money but also connections and opportunities, and of course, as I said above, respect within my circle of communication.

So that's how, with the help of Ira and my own abilities, efforts, acquired skills, and sometimes outright toadying, I transformed from a simple PUSSYLICKER into a charismatic MACHO.