My first client

After reading stories, I always wanted to try and share my own sexual adventures, but somehow it never worked out. But now I've gathered my thoughts and decided to tell one of my real stories.

First, a little about myself. My name is Ilona, I'm 23 now. I'm an ordinary Ukrainian girl. Slim, average height, with dark hair, a decent figure, and a B-cup. I've always had plenty of male attention, and I never refused sex, I love experiments, trying something new. So you can't call me a prude. And all sorts of depraved thoughts always popped into my head. Various desires arose.

I often had fantasies about prostitution since school. I often imagined being picked up and fucked hard, which always excited me a lot and ended with intense masturbation.

Now I'll start my story. I was already in my first year of university. Having escaped from my provincial town to the regional center and freed from my parents' supervision, I plunged headfirst into a whirlpool of depravity. Especially since I lived in a dorm. Although, surprisingly, I studied well both in school and at university, even though I fucked a lot.

The first year was already coming to an end. It was mid-May, with warm spring weather. Friday had arrived, and we didn't have classes on Saturday. I didn't want to go home. I needed to plan something for the evening. After talking with one of my girlfriends, we decided to walk around the city in the evening, go to the park and get ice cream. We didn't really have money for anything else.

It was already time to get ready. I didn't do particularly bright makeup, I put on black stockings without a garter belt, blue thong panties, a bra. I looked at my wardrobe, wondering what else to wear. Going through different options, I decided to settle on a blue dress. It had short sleeves, accentuated my breasts well, and hugged my butt, just what was needed for an evening stroll by two depraved girlfriends. Putting on black platform heels, I looked quite attractive and seductive. Well, I guess I'm ready to go. I called my girlfriend to say I was ready and heading out. I took a small purse and calmly walked to the agreed meeting place.

Leaving the dorm, I decided to walk, I didn't want to take a minibus, especially since the workday had just ended and they were packed with people. It wasn't too far to the hotel, the agreed meeting place with my friend, about a 20-minute walk. Cars were rushing down the street, it was warm. My thoughts were somewhere far away, I wasn't paying much attention to anything, the journey passed quickly and unnoticed.

And then something happened that I never expected. I was walking slowly towards the hotel entrance. Suddenly, a man approached me from the side unnoticed. He said:

— Hi! Working today?

I froze. My heart started beating fast in my chest. I shuddered all over. I didn't answer anything and just stood there in front of him. He was about 40-45, average height, with a small belly, quite handsome. He repeated the question, asking if I was working. I continued to stand silently in some kind of stupor. He got a little nervous watching my silence.

— Whore, why are you silent? Tell me how much you want with anal and let's go. — he said.

I shuddered all over. My heart started beating even faster. I could feel myself getting wet in my panties from his question and offer. My nipples were already hard. I didn't expect such arousal from myself. My thoughts disconnected from everything else, I completely forgot about the arranged meeting, about my friend. They began to be filled with something else, the fact that he took me for a prostitute and was trying to pick me up.

I had imagined myself as a whore, being picked up, chosen among other girls or picked up on the highway, but never that I could be picked up right outside a hotel. Watching his appraising glances, and the fact that I wasn't sending him away, but standing there, dripping like a whore, not paying attention to the people passing by. I didn't know whether to agree or send him away. He, gaining courage seeing my petrification, says:

— 400 hryvnias for two hours, does that work for you?

At these words, I dripped even more. My nipples pressed against my bra, my clit clearly wanted attention, warm energy rushed to my lower abdomen. I no longer had the strength to refuse, the thought that I was being picked up on the street for fucking, like a prostitute, forced out of me in an uncertain voice:

— Okay, I agree.

— Should have said so sooner, whore, instead of standing there not saying a word when asked. Come on, let's go — he said.

He moved towards the entrance, I followed him. Anticipating that in a few minutes I would be fucked, and that I would become a real prostitute, like in my depraved fantasies, I got even more aroused. Everything down below was completely wet. We entered the building, we didn't talk about anything on the way. We went up to the second floor, passing another man there, he clearly gave me a look. Most likely he thought someone was bringing a whore for the evening. But my thoughts were already only about sex. Different positions were running through my head, I already wanted to feel his hot cock in all my holes. My pussy was dripping heavily. It probably felt like my panties were soaked through.

We approached the room, he took the keys from his jeans pocket. Opened the door, gestured for me to enter. I entered the room. Nothing special, an ordinary small room. Things were scattered around the room, the bed wasn't made. I walked to the middle of the room. A thought flashed through my mind, what to do next, start myself or he should do something. He closed the door. Asked my name. I answered. He looked at me:

— Nice bitch. You can see it's all working. Well, why are you standing there, cocksucker, come here, I'll check your mouth.

I stepped towards him. He put his hands on my ass, squeezed them, moving higher to my breasts, squeezing them through my clothes. Energy of pleasure filled me with each of his movements. Then his hands went down below the dress, he lifted it to my waist. Caressing my exposed body and legs in stockings. His fingers touched my thoroughly soaked panties.

— You can tell a real bitch right away. You're dripping like a faucet. And you were acting like a virgin, you little slut. — he said.

He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down with his underwear to his knees. His already erect cock sprang free. It was average size, about 16 centimeters, not thick, but already quite hard and ready for action. I already wanted it in my mouth. He pressed on my shoulders, I knelt down, took off my shoes. And now it's already in my mouth, I feel its pulsation, its touch on my tongue. I start sucking it, running my mouth along its length, playing with it with my tongue. I take it in my hand, run my hand along its length, rub it on my tongue. He encouraged me with his moans and words: don't stop, whore, work your mouth properly, how good it feels.

My mobile started ringing in my purse, apparently my girlfriend had already arrived and was waiting for me. But I was already beyond caring about her. I was servicing my first client.

He put his hands on my head and pressed me to his body. His cock pressed deep into my mouth, it became hard to breathe. Saliva filled my mouth and during breaks dripped down his cock and my face. Tears welled up in my eyes, smudging my mascara. This went on for several minutes. He fucked my mouth with the entire length of his cock.

— Yeah, you can tell it's a working mouth right away. Come on, whore, get undressed. — he commanded. — You can leave the stockings on.

I got up from my knees, took off my dress, bra, and panties, put everything on a chair. I was left only in my stockings. He was also already naked. My pussy was glistening with juices. I wanted to continue, and moved towards him again. He started kneading my breasts, twisting my nipples. Impulses of pleasure rushed

to my brain. Then he shoved two fingers into my pussy. I cried out, feeling their movement in my dripping cunt.

— How wet you are! — he said. — A real street slut. A fucking bitch.

Shoving his fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own juices in my mouth. I licked his fingers. The fingers of his other hand were already inside me and I licked them too. We repeated this several times, he diligently kneaded my breasts with his wet fingers, twisted my nipples, rubbed my clit. I was dripping and at maximum arousal. Apparently sensing this, he commanded me to get on the bed on all fours.

My mobile reminded me of itself again. But no one cared about it. I positioned myself on the bed, lifted my ass and prepared to receive him in my holes. He came up from behind, stroked my ass, slapping it a few times with his palm. Again calling me a lustful whore and bitch. Juice had already started running down my legs. I was all anticipation. Then he pressed against me from behind and I felt his cock inside me. Impulses pierced my whole body. Moans and cries of pleasure began to escape from my mouth, filling the room with the sounds of fucking. With each movement, he drove it deeper and deeper. Rubbing against the walls of my vagina, bringing me pleasure. At times it would slip out of me, and I so wanted to get it back immediately. Then the first wave of orgasm washed over me. This energized him.

— You bitch came so fast!

He started fucking my hole with renewed vigor. At times he would stop, putting his fingers in my ass, first one, then a second. Then a second wave of orgasm washed over me. I hadn't had that in a long time. Waves of pleasure and wild euphoria pierced my whole body. Moans and cries of bliss under the pressure of his cock.

He let go of my head, I leaned back, gulping air with my mouth. Swallowed the remaining cum. My breathing returned to normal. He commanded me to clean his cock, on which there was still some cum. I leaned towards him and with my tongue and lips collected everything down to the last drop, for which I received another praise that I was an excellent prostitute, clearly experienced from his words.

He sat on the bed next to me, laid me on my back, spread my legs wide apart. Both my holes were clearly visible. I already understood he was going to take my ass and was anticipating it.

With his fingers he rubbed my clit, I put my hands on my breasts and lightly caressed them. Soft moans began to fill the room again. His fingers were inside me, I couldn't see how many, just enjoyed the pleasure from his fingers while continuing to drip. Then he inserted a finger into my ass, it weakly resisted one, they were all covered in my lubrication, he added a second. Pulled them out, dipped them in my dripping hole again, and into my ass. I don't remember exactly how many times he did that. Then he shoved his fingers in my mouth again, kneaded my breasts and nipples. A few words of encouragement followed from him again.

He took me by the legs, turned me on the bed, lifted them towards my head, I wrapped my arms around them. He climbed onto the bed, his cock was in fighting condition again. My holes were in front of him. He pressed his cock against my hole, pushed a little, I felt the head overcome the resistance of my anus. And then with a sharp movement he drives it into me to its full length. A slight pain pierces me, I cried out loudly. But that didn't stop him, he moved inside me with all his might, pressing his whole body onto me. I felt his cock in my ass, stretching it.

At times it would slip out of me, but then immediately returned with full force, continuing to move rhythmically. I screamed, then moaned from his onslaught, squeezing my legs in my hands. At times he would stop, not pulling his cock out of me, and enter my pussy with his fingers, one or two, rubbing my clit, which brought pleasure and quiet moans of delight. Then the moment came and I came again, receiving another wave of unforgettable pleasure.

From his look, I understood that this was the trigger to fuck my hole with new strength. And he started moving again. I don't know exactly how long it lasted, then he pulled his cock out of me and a powerful stream of cum shot from him onto me, onto my raised legs, onto my stomach, breasts, onto my face and hair. It kept splashing and splashing, landing on my body. I lowered my legs, my ass ached pleasantly after such fucking. Cum dripped from my body, from my face. With my tongue, I collected the drops of cum that were on my lips. I felt so good, I didn't want to get up and go anywhere.

He came over to me, threw 4 hundred-hryvnia bills onto my stomach covered in cum and said:

— You earned all of it, whore.

I got up, wiped the cum off the money, somehow put myself in order. Got dressed and went back to the dorm. Although, probably, my appearance showed that someone had just fucked me. But I didn't care. My head was buzzing with thoughts and euphoria. It felt so light and pleasant. The journey back passed just as unnoticed. One thought stood out brighter than the others. I had become a real prostitute, just like in my depraved fantasies before this.

All weekend I replayed what happened in my head. It excited me wildly, and I had orgasms from self-pleasure. I wanted to repeat it all again... And I did.

I hope you liked it. I'm waiting for your comments. If I have free time, I'll tell more about my sexual adventures.