Into prostitution with a smile
I got up early in the morning, went to the bathroom, and started getting ready: I carefully shaved my crotch, painted my nails
on my hands and feet a bright scarlet, cleaned my anus, and dropped some lilac perfume there. I smeared myself with a slippery, shiny lotion, also with a lilac scent. I paid special attention to my breasts and butt. I styled my light curls into a crown, leaving a few wavy strands, attached a lace veil that flowed down to my shoulders and softened the light but erotic makeup. Stockings, garters, a sexy bra, and lace thong. A black purse, into which I put a few necessary things, and a black fitted knee-length coat with a hood, boots — it's autumn outside, after all. I'm ready.The doorbell. Muffled voices behind the iron door. Another ring.
— Here's our sexy bride. Go straight to the bathroom, you can change there.
— Okay.
I turned to the handsome man, about 25 years old, and went in the indicated direction. The house was richly furnished, with a giant jacuzzi in the bathroom. I took off my coat and boots, put on white patent leather shoes with 20-centimeter heels, and let the veil fall over my face. I'm a little nervous, but it's fine: I have a lot of sexual experience, I have a super body, and the scent of lilac from my butt. Well then. Forward.
I walked towards the voices. Strange, there are many of them. My experience with group sex is limited but good, I'll manage. I exhaled at the door and entered.
Three young men were sitting on a wide sofa, one I had already seen in the hallway, all in swim trunks. One looked about 25, brunette, the second also, just darker-skinned, and the third blond. When they saw me, they smiled:
— Hi! Yesterday we agreed I was for 3, he for 5, and that one for 7. But we decided collective pleasure is more fun, and today you're working from three to nine with all of us. Well then, let's get acquainted.
— Adel.
— A pseudonym? Well, it doesn't matter. Adel it is. I'm Vadik. — said the dark-skinned brunette.
— Lyokha. — chimed in the fair-haired one.
— Tolyan.
— Very nice.
— Did you bring drinks?
— Yes.
And I took a cone-shaped bottle of champagne from my purse.
— Excellent. Today you are my bride, it's our wedding night, but I decided to invite my two friends. The night promises to be interesting. Got the plot?
— Absolutely!
I approached the newly-minted groom, that is, Vadik, lifted the veil, and kissed him passionately.
He kissed well, boldly explored my mouth with his tongue, his hands kneaded my round buttocks.
— Great tits. Guys, do you like them?
— Super! — said Lyokha.
— Hard to tell under the bra, take it off, and then we'll appreciate. — said Tolik.
Vadik tore it off me — I had prepared and cut all the straps so they would rip instantly — and the guys were presented with swollen brown nipples, sticking up from excitement.
— Class!
Vadik twisted the nipples, pulled them down and let go, making my tits bounce like springs.
The guys growled approvingly.
Tolyan stood up and came over to me. He grabbed one tit with his whole hand and started kneading it. Vadik, meanwhile, was kneading my ass.
— Well, darling, ready to have some fun?
— Yes, my love!
He ran his lips from my neck over my chest, stomach, and the strap of my white thong to the lace garter and back. I started to get wet.
— Guys, check this out!
All three crowded around me. I raised my hands up, and they started groping me, kneading my nipples, slapping my ass, kissing my stomach, neck. Lyokha licked my entire left breast. I was getting wet like a total slut. I made out with Vadik again, with one hand he kneaded my ass, with the other he stroked my crotch. Tolya tore off my panties and stuck a finger into my slit.
— Your wife is hot!
— You bet!
— Will you let us use her?
— Later. Adel, get on all fours, need to check the condition of your two doors.
I obediently got on all fours like a cat.
Vadik licked both my holes and inserted four fingers at once into my hot and wet pussy, and easily inserted his thumb into my ass. He pulled them out, licked them, and inserted them again, started fucking me with his hand, kissing and licking my butt. Meanwhile, Tolya came from the front, pulled down his trunks, tossed them aside, and inserted himself into my mouth. I love giving blowjobs, I'm always very good at it. I worked my mouth, squeezing my cheeks and caressing the warm cock with my tongue. Vadik also fucked my mouth. Suddenly, without pulling out, he lifted me in his arms and fell with me onto the sofa so that he was on his back and I was on top. Lyokha came over and pissed in my mouth. I swallowed with pleasure and, smiling, covered his member with kisses and sucked it. Tolya knelt behind me and inserted himself into my ass. I moaned. I love that pleasant friction of two cocks through the thin wall.
Class. Grief in reverse. Three men pleasuring one woman in all holes simultaneously. By eight, my ass wouldn't close anymore, streams of cum were flowing from it, running down my legs and dripping into my shoes. There were many finger marks on my buttocks, on my tits too. I was all smeared with cum and saliva. It was in my hair, on my face, stomach, legs, on my ass and back. I managed to bounce in the chair, crawl on the table, hang upside down in the air on special swings, drown under powerful thrusts in a special chair. They all managed to fuck me in all crevices simultaneously and separately. Bite and lick me all over. Fuck my tits. The most important thing — simultaneously. The bliss was limitless. My veil turned into a rag, wet with cum and my juices, the stockings too. We went to the kitchen.
— You fuck really well!
— Thanks, happy to oblige!
— By the way, we didn't drink your champagne!
— Why drink it! Pour it on yourself and sit on the bottle. And we'll watch.
I erotically poured champagne on myself. It wouldn't have been un-erotic: imagine, a naked girl sitting on a table in front of three naked guys, pouring champagne on herself, massaging her breasts and stroking her ass and stomach. A little champagne pours into her open mouth, the girl smacks her lips and puts the empty bottle on the table. She dances for a bit, stroking and caressing herself, squats down, spreading her knees wide apart, and inserts the huge bottle all the way to the bottom. Carefully stands up with the bottle, dances again, the guys reach out and slap her shiny ass and pinch her thighs.
— Listen, it's probably not convenient for you to walk with a bottle in your cave.
— So I'll take it out.
— Noooo, you won't. We'll get you a taxi. Don't forget your things.
— Okay.
All the way home in the taxi, I sucked and jerked them off with both hands. Then made out. And sucked again. And instead of the fare, the boys told me to suck off the taxi driver. He was all for it. After sucking them all off completely and leaving the taxi with the interior, seats, and windows flooded with cum, we got out. It was uncomfortable for me to walk, and my pretend groom for real carried me to the apartment. I kissed them all goodbye, kissed the heads of their stallions too, and they left, handing me an envelope with money. Closing the door, I opened the envelope. Sixty thousand. Either twenty from each, or ten per hour. Class. My good work is worth a lot.
Soaking in the bath after six hours of sex, I answered the phone.
— Hello?
— It's Vadik.
— Hi, Vadik.
— Listen, thanks for the evening. You're a real pro. Just a goddess of depravity. I'll order you again sometime. And the guys too.
— Okay.
The end.
Note.
With this and subsequent money (others also paid a lot — that's what professionalism means) I renovated one of my largest rooms: I installed a pole, laid down soft carpeting, put in a jacuzzi and a giant couch, without sides or back, just a soft leather square on legs. I bought a sea of sex toys: vibrators, beads, swings, strap-ons, and clamps, all of various sizes. I started working from home. I met with those guys more than once, they came to me and a bunch of other clients, alone or as married couples, groups of friends, or whole corporate parties. Both men and women came. I played Snow Maiden for New Year, played a bride, played a doll, turned into a sex slave and a sex mistress — everything as the clients wanted. Some gifted an hour with me to their friends or bosses for birthdays. I served everyone equally amazingly. I became rich both in money and experience. My professionalism grew every day. I became the most desirable prostitute in the city. And I put that bottle on a shelf in my bedroom, as a memory — of how I first became a prostitute and how much I liked it. It was the best 21st birthday gift in the world. Now I'm wondering what to give myself for my 22nd. Any ideas? Write.
I'll tell you about my further adventures next time.
Everyone who is interested, please write: sеxy21yеаr@mаil.ru
We can either chat or meet.