Let's play as a prostitute.
"Six years is already a long time!" thought Sergei, peeking at his wife through half-closed eyelids. In just her nightgown, she stood in front of the mirror, leisurely brushing her thick, shoulder-length hair. "She's still alright, although... her butt isn't what it used to be... It was – wow!.."
He remembered their first meeting – at the university, the girl was studying in a parallel course. Climbing the stairs back then, Sergei looked up and saw something that made his heart beat faster – a short skirt revealed slender legs and a thin strip of snow-white panties...
Marina glanced in his direction:
– Seryozha, are you asleep?
– Mhm... – the husband mumbled sleepily.
– Wait, I'm almost
done! – she threw down the brush and dove into bed with him.Sergei felt a cool palm on his cock. Waiting for an erection, Marina deftly grabbed the shaft and began vigorously masturbating him. The husband lay detached, smiling as he watched his wife's actions.
When his cock filled with strength, she, hiking up her nightgown, climbed on top of him.
– A-a-ah... – her half-sigh sounded, and he was inside her hot vagina.
The sex didn't last long; Marina, feeling her orgasm approaching, lay on top of her husband and froze: that way the pleasure lasted longer.
He didn't come again. His falling-asleep wife, upset by the not-so-successful sex, stroked his penis and whispered:
– How can I make my little one feel good?
An irritated Sergei blurted out:
– Hey, let's play... a whore?
Silence lasted about a minute:
– What? – this time her voice sounded firm and confident: Marina's sleepiness vanished as if by magic!
He smiled broadly – he knew this would interest his wife!
– Let's play a whore! Or rather – a prostitute... We'll pretend we don't know each other, you'll dress like a slut, stand near... well, on the boulevard where the prostitutes hang out, and I'll come up and pick you up.
– Hm... Interesting, interesting... So, would you like to fuck a whore?
– Marina, it's just a game! – he indignantly squirmed.
– Alright... – after some thought, she replied. – We'll talk tomorrow. Good night! – she kissed her husband and turned to the other side.
During her lunch break, the wife continued the conversation via ICQ:
– So what were you saying about playing a whore?
Tearing himself away from his sandwich with difficulty, Sergei quickly typed:
– It's simple – a short skirt, fishnet stockings... Wait for me on the boulevard, – his imagination ran wild. – I'll drive up and pick you up!
After thinking for a few minutes, she replied:
– Okay, you can drive up at nine! Just look, don't be late, or someone else might pick me up... – she added a laughing smiley at the end.
– Okay, honey, I will! – the man rubbed his hands joyfully.
Returning home after work, Marinka quickly had a snack and slipped to the wardrobe. The thought of changing clothes pleasantly chilled her nerves. She found all the necessary attributes – a short skirt, large-mesh fishnet stockings, a blouse with a neckline much lower than her chest. She changed, spent about an hour on makeup.
– Whore! – spinning in front of the mirror, Marina said contemptuously, and immediately laughed in response. – Looking good, you devil! – she really liked the vulgar girl looking at her from the mirror.
She left the house at half past eight, walked with a light step towards the boulevard, fortunately it was only a ten-minute walk. "Let's see how this blockhead reacts! – she thought with satisfaction. – Hm... And let him not count on getting me cheap for sure!" – she smirked maliciously, noticing the interested glances of men passing by. And here's the boulevard. The streetlights were already on, a few couples were strolling along the cobblestones. Marina knew the prostitutes stood at the very end, in a darker, secluded spot. She also understood that she couldn't approach their location – they might sense a competitor in her, then she shouldn't expect any mercy. "Perhaps, here!" – Marina slowed down, put her foot forward and looked back languidly. A couple of cars passing by flashed their headlights welcomingly. It seemed men liked her.
– O-o! What a chick! – a rough male voice with an accent suddenly said. – Marina shuddered. – A black jeep with tinted windows had parked near the curb. – I haven't seen you before?! – a tall Caucasian literally jumped out of the car, and boldly slipping his hand under her skirt, slapped Marinka on the thigh.
– H-hey! – she exclaimed indignantly, – careful! Keep your hands to yourself!
– What's the matter? – the dzhigit frowned. – Do you know who you're talking to?!
– I don't care! – the girl answered quietly, moving aside. – I'm waiting for someone here! – Her voice trembled – she was really scared. Such adventures were clearly not part of her plans.
The Caucasian kept pressing:
– Calm down, dear! Let's go for a ride instead! – he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her towards the car.
– Let go! – Marinka began to resist, which angered the dzhigit even more.
– Come on, quickly! – he roared and threw her against the car.
– Ouch! – she hit her foot on the curb, grabbing her ankle. At that moment, the back door swung open and strong hands pulled Marinka into the car.
The dzhigit jumped into the front seat, and the car screeched forward. No one paid much attention to what was happening; Gurgen often had altercations with his whores.
– Let go, you b-bitch! – Marinka rasped, finding herself in the car, but someone's strong hand pushed her head down, and the girl ended up between the front and back seats.
– Shut up, whore! – she was ordered, – or I'll knock your head off right now!
She quieted down after a palpable jab to her ribs.
– Where are you taking me? – she wailed a little later. – I was waiting for my husband!
Laughter erupted in the car.
– Hear that, Gurgen?! Waiting for her husband?! You'll get a husband now. – The car braked. – Do you know, to work there, you have to pay Gurgen?! – her interlocutor grabbed her by the hair.
– Ouch! – Marinka squealed in pain, – I didn't want to work, I was waiting for my husband! If you want – call him! He'll confirm! He's probably looking for me right now! Why do you need problems?
– Wait! – Gurgen turned to them, – What are you saying?
Stumbling and sobbing, Marinka told them about their spicy idea.
– Hmm... What people come up with! – Gurgen scratched the top of his head. – What should we do?
His comrade answered him in their own language. They exchanged a few phrases, then Gurgen suggested:
– So, maybe you want to try being a whore?
– No, thank you! – Marina answered firmly, moving towards the door.
At that moment, banknotes rustled. The girl watched spellbound as hundred-dollar bills emerged from a thick wallet.
– Five! – said Gurgen. – Five hundred! You'll be a little whore. You'll give a blowjob... A-a? – he clarified after a pause.
– Come on, you wanted to try, here's such an opportunity! – his comrade supported him. – Ten minutes of work, and you'll earn... well, enough for new boots for sure! – to confirm his words, he noisily unzipped his fly.
Marinka went into a stupor. Her thoughts scattered. It was like... a struggle between an angel and a devil. One half screamed – dirty Caucasians, sucking cocks... Ugh! Run from here. The other – damn it, half a month's salary for ten minutes?!
The dzhigit, sensing her hesitation, authoritatively took her head and bent it down.
– Suck, bitch! – The cock poked her lips and then forced its way into her mouth.
Marinka choked. For the first time in her life, she was simply impaled on a "stake," there was no other way to call this cock. She wasn't sucking; she was just trying not to suffocate, as the head blocked her throat. Hands pressed her to his crotch, then gave her a moment to take a gulp of air and impaled her to the limit again... From lack of oxygen, the girl began to fade.
Sensation returned when she felt coolness. As it turned out, Gurgen had gotten into the car from the other side. Wiping the semen dripping down her chin, Marinka thought about how to survive another "attack."
He was short but thick. Gurgen had his own method of fucking. The dzhigit firmly grabbed her ears, plunged into her mouth, and froze. They remained in that position for quite a while, so her jaw soon began to ache... Marina moaned, tried to spit out the "firm sausage," but then the dzhigit thrust deep several times. The girl grabbed his hands – her ears were burning unbearably.
– A-a-ah! Good!!! – Gurgen exhaled, erupting into Marinka's mouth. A little later, he slipped his hand under her skirt, patted the girl's ass, and offered. – Maybe you want more?
– M-m-m! – Marina shook her head fearfully. She remembered her purse. – Oh, so many missed calls from my husband! – the girl exclaimed, looking at her phone. – Hello?! – she answered when the device vibrated again. – Yes, everything's fine! I'll be there soon... See?! – she glanced at the dzhigits, – he's worried! He was about to go to the police!
– Wow! – Gurgen exclaimed indignantly. – Why the police! We'll take you home now!
Fifteen minutes later, they were there. Marina asked to be dropped off two blocks from home. She tidied herself up.
– Well, that's it, bye! – she jumped out of the car and suddenly remembered. – Oh, what about the money?! You promised! – she ran to the driver's door.
Gurgen laughed unpleasantly.
– Alright, here you go, whore, you earned it! – he firmly grabbed her by the waist, unceremoniously hiked up her skirt, and stuffed crumpled, rustling papers into her panties. The car sped off. Looking around, Marina shamefully scurried home. In the entrance, she pulled the crumpled hundred-dollar bills from her "stash." Hm, not so bad after all... So now, is she a real whore? That was some game... Yeah, but better not tell her husband anything...