Beyond Appearances - Finding Your Own Way

Diary of Fernanda <unk> Saturday, 17th of November of 2007. Dear newspaper, I spent the holiday of the Proclamation of the Republic in the chalet of the uncles Pedro and Valquíria in Itu<unk>SP. I needed to rest, sleep without worrying about schedules, listen to the chirping of the birds, breathe fresh air, climb on the mango tree, taste some fruits, there is nothing better. I came back refreshed and renewed, ready for this crazy journey of meetings. Well, diary, it's almost midnight, and I'm drinking chamomile tea, eating biscuits, a hobby. <unk> Prepare yourself dear diary, to read a different and totally controversial adventure. I want to tell you about "prejudice and life lesson". I'm telling you about my experience at the motel, with the 50th guest, a man named Magno. The appointment was scheduled last week, but because I took a few days off, we're scheduled for today, Saturday, early afternoon. He picked me up near the Santa Cruz subway. Then the surprise happened, when I got into this customer's imported car. Magno, a 51-year-old man, did not live up to his age, since his appearance was also frightening. He was fat, hairy, with yellow teeth, bearded, and extremely smelly. His clothes smelled of naphthalene. A real challenge to my senses. <unk> The girls were always told: <unk> Fee, sooner or later someone ugly and hideous will appear. <unk> I decided to give a chance to this peculiar meeting and without any expectations. In his car were three packages of potatoes rufles, crushed beer cans thrown on the carpet of the car. Magno of face, apologized for the filth, but was friendly, however, zero hygiene. What a man <unk> pork<unk>. We were talking on the way, and I noticed everything, him and the car, when we arrived and entered the motel, then the room, I confess, I had a moment of hesitation when I saw him closer, but my adventurous spirit and professionalism spoke louder. In short, he was too ugly. At that moment, I decided to surrender to the surprise it could bring me. I didn't believe that we had something in common. After all, what is the possibility of two worlds so different collide for a pleasurable experience? • .He liked grunge bands such as: Rage Against the Machine, and Radiohead. While we were talking about other things, we had a delicious sparkling wine sitting on the edge of the bed. If you look at my body, they were already screaming. First of all, I invited him to a bath without being indiscreet, at the time I thought about the money and I didn't want to lose the client, because if I saw that inside his pants the situation could be even worse. Somehow I would suck a dirty and smelly stick. However, Magno agreed to take a shower with me. Then the process of taking off our clothes began. As we took off our clothes, Magno looked at me in a very strange way. "He praised my beauty". On the contrary, he got excited, he got hard. His body was not the best, falling tits and hairy baths. It was a horror, every day. I suppose the client is not a fan of hair removal. Not to mention that he was hairy in that region. Oh, I can't forget the tattoos of badly made skulls on both shoulders and calves. His height was 1.65 <unk> 1.70 cm. <unk> In short, we walked naked to the bathroom, me, in front, him, behind, touching my breasts, patting my butt. At that moment, I thought in my mind: <unk> Go away Fernanda. Go away Fernanda, fuck <unk>. But I insisted on staying because I'm too stubborn. <unk> It was when we were naked, I discovered that his fart came from the clothes and not from his body. Our bodies were intertwined when the shower turned on and when the warm water fell, but I kissed him with great sacrifice. His kiss tasted like a strawberry bullet. Good for you. I kissed with my eyes closed, such prejudice. While we were bathing, I soaped his body with liquid soap from head to foot. He liked it. But something unexpected happened to me, I put aside prejudice, I gave myself to him. I confess that I thought at the time: "Fernanda, my daughter, you've become a whore, my dear, you depend on his money, so treat him with respect". And that's how everything changed in the encounter. <unk> Magno, although ugly on the first sight and the second too, showed himself surprisingly skilled in oral. However, there was no room for both of us in the box, so we ended up in bed. The fat one, that is, the customer, sucked me deliciously on my "little one"; better even than many pretty customers. I gave him a chance. His huge belly became a soft pillow where I comfortably and without any shame. That huge body blended with my beautiful body and we created a peculiar fusion of exotic bodies. Wow, today I'm so poetic. The walls of the room became the audience where our union came to life. As I had washed his penis myself, I was not so disgusted by sucking it. I sucked his cock looking into his eyes. Professionally. And I can say with conviction, daily, it was different. Magno proved that appearance is not everything. He silenced my stupid and idiotic prejudice. Our bodies surrendered to each other in amazing harmony, and when he put a condom on the stick, I, "riding" up and down, we stood for a while, back and forth, providing a pleasure I'd never imagined I'd feel, and with it, I jumped around, explored new sensations, transformed the unusual into something extraordinary. As the desire consumed us, we moved to another position, where we were four. He gave me many, many pumps, I had to hold the sheets because his belly and sweat threw me forward. He completely dominated me! From his footsteps to the penetrations. Each new movement of penetration was a new groan, a fusion of passion and intensity. I surrendered to him without interrupting him. Our bodies collided like a storm, bringing us pleasure and ecstasy without equal. It gives pepper to my little ring. In this experience. Despite my audacity, I never imagined that I would encounter such pleasure in the company of someone so different from me. Magno has made me laugh twice. Life is full of surprises and I believe that Magno has been the greatest of them so far. <unk> He taught me that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, breaking down societal prejudices and turning my afternoon into a moment of liberation. At the end of this unusual encounter, he asked to finish in my mouth. Although he did not like the idea, I took a deep breath, and I allowed him. He was mocking me to get out of bed quickly to the bathroom sink and spit out his mockery. I almost vomited my guts, the mockery, it had a sour taste, eca. I took a quick shower and dressed without makeup or lipstick. When I was ready to leave, the fat man was worried about me: "He asked me if I was okay?" I told him that I had a stomach problem. He said: "It was the first time a GP had let him do that". Magno couldn't make another climb, so he paid as agreed, adding a bonus of R$150,00 reais, plus, R$60,00 from my taxi to get back. So if I'm looking for adventures that challenge my own limits, after all, pleasure and satisfaction don't know stereotypes or appearances, I'm always waiting for hearts brave enough to venture out on unfamiliar paths. I'll finish here. It was Fernanda. (To the reader: In the text below, the client's name has been changed to Mr. M. Because he is a man known in the national media and simply because he does not want to be prosecuted.) Diary of Fernanda <unk> Tuesday, 20th of November 2007. Dear newspaper, Today was a very different and daring day, to say the least. I, Fernanda, a 20-year-old program girl, was called to meet a client with a very peculiar taste. I'll call him Mr. Short, gray hair, height 1.65 in the 60s. The "good old man" had a peculiar and specific taste. He only liked oral sex. The person who contacted me was an advisor of Mr. M, named Paulo. He called yesterday, when I was returning from a program with client 51 in Morumbi. Without further ado. <unk>Paulo commented on the situation and fetish of his boss, asking me if I would accept or not? <unk> I, a dedicated professional and always willing to adapt to the preferences of my clients, decided to accept another challenge. Today, at 16:00. I got to client 52's house at 4:20 p.m. I was late because I got stuck in traffic, but I texted the old man's advisor. The residence is well located in the Gardens, SP. With a beautiful and sensual appearance. I was dressed in a pink miniskirt, showing my twisted legs, and a provocative black neckline, I did not wear panties (at the request of the client). My intention was to seduce, let the client completely at ease to enjoy my company, especially my beautiful mouth, rs. When I arrived by taxi in front of the residence. There were three armed security guards: mulattoes, tall, strong, dressed in black suit and glasses. They had two at the gate guarding, and one circling in the yard with a puppy. <unk> Warned of my arrival, one of them opened the door for me. Our huge man, daily, must have been two meters tall. He was well-behaved with me, nurses. This security guard was in charge of paying the race and guiding me to the entrance door of the residence. Upon entering the mansion, Mr. M greeted me with a wide smile, offered me a glass of wine. He was in a wheelchair, dressed in a white suit and red tie. I was a little embarrassed at first. I gladly accepted the wine in order to let go, because I knew that a toast could help break the ice and make the meeting even more relaxed. We talked for a while in the living room, but with me sitting on his lap in the wheelchair. The room was beautiful, it had a beautiful white sofa, huge L-shaped. The house in general was beautiful, big, luxurious, had an ivory piano in the center of the room. A luxury, it looked like Cinderella's house, rs. Drinking the wine, he certainly encouraged me to follow. We got flirty, like: kisses, hugs, caresses, with him rubbing his wrinkled fingers on my lips, my face, my hair, my breasts, stroked my "little girl", smoothed my thighs and so on. I rubbed on him to excite him, rolling my butt on his dick, performing movements as if he was riding on a trance, moaning, whispering, "talking that he was hot". All lying, of course. Out of the blue, we had a quick conversation: Mr. M. How much weight do you have, Larissa? Have I ever wondered, Larissa? In this diary, I had already told him that he called me "Lara" twice, but the old man insisted on forgetting and asked my name, rs. The purpose of your question about my weight... daily, the old man had a private elevator that gave access to the top floor of the mansion. In the bedroom <unk> Mr. M. <unk> <unk> Go to bed, get up, and stay on all fours. <unk> I obeyed immediately. I positioned myself in the way Mr. M. had asked. With all his confidence, the old man got up from the chair, and I thought that he was not walking, rs. Then he lifted my miniskirt and stuck his nose in my panties, putting his nose in my anus, smelling it, giving tongues in the intimate piece. It was his desire! When he lowered my panties. He opened my butt with his fingers and began to prick my erogenous zones. Then he fell out of his mouth. I can assure you, dear diary; it was one of the best oral I have ever received in my life. When Mr. M stopped licking me, he told me to take off the rest of my clothes. Then he turned around and went to sit in an old brown chair. I remember his words: "Come on girl and don't let me down. " The old man was short-spoken, direct, short and fat. "Poor of his employees. " Then my oral saga began to satisfy him. With all the audacity I now possess, I knelt in front of him and slowly unbuttoned his trousers. I began to caress his legs in a provocative way. As my eyes traveled his body, I felt his breathing become heavier and his low moans begin to echo through the environment. With each undress, each caress, I tried to explore all his erogenous zones to arouse as much pleasure as possible. He was very strange, daily. I did not forget his gaze while I sucked him. At least his member was clean, unlike the last client. I used various techniques, more prayerful, more prayerful, more intense, the perceptions I perceived in his body. I suggested his real feet, like the most depraved actresses of the bus. I depended on his performance, and took him to an unequal state of success. As I was revealing my talents on the lipstick, I noticed that Mr. M was giving himself more and more to the moment. He stroked my hair. He looked at me tenderly. "He said I had a beautiful face". But the old man didn't like masturbation. When I sketched out a masturbation, I told him to stop. It was at the very base of the blowjob. His moans intensified, his facial expression denounced a mixture of pleasure and begged me not to stop. And I, with my impeccable professionalism, continued to guide him through the different sensations I could provide. I provoked him with a little girl's voice. I want to swallow his milk. I want to swallow his milk. The program was coming to an end. I have no doubt that I have successfully accomplished the task of satisfying this client. His final sigh was followed by a phenomenal laugh, and a smile of complete satisfaction was the sign that my work was complete. The old man groped me all with joy. I confess, daily, I licked his dirty penis, then let go of his hand. Do you want another confession, diary? <unk> Yes, I swallowed quite a bit. I couldn't help but swallow one of those ejaculations, couldn't I? The taste was strong, but there was no smell. I got up then, self-confident. I noticed the expression of gratitude and appreciation in Mr. M's eyes, relaxed in the leather chair. The good thing was, he freed me to take a shower. I grabbed my clothes and my jump and went to the bathroom. <unk> The program didn't even last 30 minutes, daily, a quick, easy service, the way I like it, rs... One thing that fascinated me was the old man's bathroom, daily. Nice, big, wonderful. It had a huge hydro there. I took a shower very quickly, noticing everything. Then I threw my clothes and heels already thinking about the payment and go away. The old man didn't disappoint! As we had agreed, he paid in dollars, $200.00. (Two green pieces of a hundred). Then the rude man sent me away, saying: "Now leave my house". Wow, how rude. I took my purse, saying goodbye to him, Rs. I keep thinking, reflecting: What would be the reaction of my grandfather or my uncles if I, Fernanda, his granddaughter or niece, gave them a kiss? Shut up, Fernanda, and go to sleep. <unk> Anyway, this experience will certainly remain in my memory. It was another moment in which I was able to prove my ability to adapt to the most diverse preferences of my clients, being the complete professional that I am. <unk> I will continue to brave this crazy world, bringing pleasure and satisfaction to my employers wherever I go. Sleepy and tired, It was Fernanda.