From Leila to Layla: the gift of being a whore.

The week after Celso's barbecue, the photographer Andrea had indicated called me, but I thought if I was really going to do those pictures to set up a website and make my little whore career official, it would take a radical change of life. So, I postponed the photos saying I had to sort out some loose ends and saved your phone. Wagner knew my husband and son were home, so he was looking for me very little. My cocky male went almost a week without contact with me, it drove me crazy: first by the possibility of losing him at carnival; second, horny even because I had already been addicted to feeding that thick, long brown anaconda that dilated my holes to the limit. The 2011 carnival took a while to pass, Andrea texted me daily calling for small parties. The Rebirth of Jacarepaguá went up to the special group and there was a big party on the court, but to complete my frustration I could not go. I had to stay home with my husband who hated carnival and complained all the time. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for me to dance again in that very short, loose red dress in the school box, showing off my butt and my shaved pussy for everyone. It was an unforgettable experience, as I narrated in my second story (Leila, paying as a whore in samba school). I longed to repeat it! On Ash Wednesday afternoon I called Wagner, I was nervous, I told him nonsense, I provoked him saying that he spent the whole carnival rubbing with Fê, that he was a pimp and all... My watchman got pissed off and we set up a meeting at his house. Since you were at the real estate office, you said you were going to pay a customer a visit, so I took the car and went to his house. And then I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. The bright sun of that day and me with a good work suit, heavy bag, melted under the heat. I was just about to call him when the door opened and I walked in. Wagner had this angry look on his face, and he was just like, - Look here, how do you call me and call me pimp! Have you lost your mind, bitch? I outlined the reaction of responding to the height, but when I was going to start talking, I got slapped in the face, my sunglasses flew away and I got a little dizzy. I didn't expect that and I screamed: - You're a coward! Son of a bitch who hits a woman! I had barely finished talking and got another slap in the face that made me fall on the couch. Wagner walked towards me and I shrunk in a reaction from who's gonna get the most, when he got close, he rode on top of me, put that dog out and ordered: - What? Come on bitch, come suck your macho! Still feeling my face burn I mouthed that cock and started sucking it with a accumulated carnival horny. The head grew rapidly inside my mouth and almost got stuck, held the roll with both hands so it wouldn't escape and so worked hard on a super drooling blowjob. Sucked with an uncontrollable will! Wagner placed one of his hands behind my head and so did the support needed to fuck my mouth. The stick went down my throat and when I got stuck he would take it off and then make me swallow it all again. Delicious! I started sucking your bag by putting the balls between my lips to massage them. My man held me by his hair, pointed that baseball bat right in the middle of my face and came out full of it. The creamy milk ran down my face and dripped on my blouse. Without being able to clean myself, with my face fucking bathed, I got my pants ripped off and I got all four. In a flash he came my panties to the side and buried that python lap all over my ass. It was so wet, you didn't even have to use KY, your dick slipped hot ass and stopped halfway through. As much as I was getting used to the caliber of that cock, my ass was still asking for it in certain situations. He held me by my hips and started pumping into my ass, and I was relaxing until I felt his pubes twitch in my buttocks. The son of a bitch took a little bit to fix it, and then he got his female in deep, and it seemed like my sphincter was going to break up at any moment, but I still asked him to get stronger: - It's okay. You bastard, rip your bitch's ass! Make her shit inside hot! She felt a delicious burning, typical of who is literally being broken into: - Ahh! What a delicious prick! - I screamed - and I had orgasms in a row, my pussy dripped and my buttocks waggled every move in that butthole. At one point he paused, held me by the hair with his left hand, with his direct hand took hold of my belt and proceeded to slap me in the ass while eating my ass, I couldn't resist and stuck two fingers in my pussy reaching an orgasm so hard that I lost my senses for a few seconds. By reestablishing Wagner, he put me on his lap and we kissed long. But that brown anaconda was still ready to give the boat, so I positioned it at the entrance of the pussy that promptly received it all without offering resistance. Mounted on top of him fucked his cock with my greedy pussy. I'd sit hard, putting all my weight down, I'd like to feel that hot pressure on the walls of my uterus, but then I'd get gasping. I was already dead tired when my male held me by the waist hanging my hip a little bit and accelerated the pace of attacks on his whore's pussy that in the end was flooded by gallons and gallons of shit. I stood up with my legs flat, that slimy milk ran down the inside of my thighs and played with it: - What? That way you'll still get me pregnant... Just come in the back, you bastard! He laughed in the corner, kissed me and went to take a shower. I was stretched out on the couch stunned by everything that had happened; first he assaulted me with violence, then we had the best fuck since we met. It was like those slaps I got in my face were part of a fetish to show that deep down I'm that kind of slutty little bitch who gets beat up by his macho and then gives it to him until he gets all skinned. I made up my mind and went to the gym. I wanted to take a shower and work out to keep the body in shape. Not to mention there was no way for me to come home exhaling that sex odor all over the pores. So the academy would also serve as an excuse. When I came home it was almost 10:00 p.m., my husband greeted me with a curly look and asked: - It's okay. The job today yielded to a Ash Wednesday, right?! I said I was really late at the gym, because I had met a friend and we were talking. I left my stuff on the living room table while we were talking, and he came towards me and took the bag I always take to the workout. I couldn't let it open unless I fatally found my work blouse and my funny panties. I pulled her out of his hand and said, - What? I'll put these clothes on the machine before I take a shower. At the time he replied: - It's okay. Is there something in there I can't see? You look very strange! So we started another heavy fight, we cursed each other, and we didn't stop until my son left the room to see what was going on. At that moment we were disconversing trying to disguise what was already more than in the face; our relationship had collapsed. Get out of there. I put my clothes in the machine and went to take a shower. I was getting ready for bed and he was already in bed watching TV, when I lay down, he said in a dry tone: - Tomorrow I'll go to the platform again and I'll find an apartment to rent in Macaé. It's over for me! When I heard that, a mixture of relief and sadness took hold of me. Relief for coming out of a relationship that has long choked me, and sadness because it's boring to break up a relationship. I kept thinking, where would I go? The apartment that lived with him and my son was his, and our relationship wasn't official. Where would I live with my son? And how were you gonna tell him that? I barely slept that night. The next day when I woke up, he had already left, I opened his closet and noticed that he had taken a much larger amount of clothes than he usually did. Now I had to tell my son that. I was an early mother when I was 19, my son was already a 23-year-old man and I could understand these things with maturity. When he woke up we talked, I explained about the fight the night before and said I'd see another apartment to rent, there by Barra even, so he wouldn't stay away from his friends. Obviously I didn't say anything about Wagner or this new life I wanted to take over. To my surprise my son said he had an invitation to become a trainee of a company in São Paulo, but he had not yet responded. I encouraged him to accept, because it would be important for his career, since he graduated in accounting. I couldn't believe what was going on! Two weeks ago a suffocating anguish took over me, and now a great relief opened new prospects in my life. So things happened. Literally single and with my son moving on in São Paulo, I needed to find a place to live. But it had to be something practical where I could release this new Leila and be happy. I opted for a flat in an aparthotel on the edge of Barra, Post 8. A huge enterprise with huge blocks, hundreds of units and great turnover, where I could be myself without drawing too much attention. Quite different from a residential building. I made some contacts and managed to rent one on the 19th floor. I spent a week fixing my little flat and almost two away from my male. I couldn't remember the last time I spent more than a week without giving it to him. I called and told him everything that had happened, because I'd been off for two weeks, what I wanted to do with my life, where I was living, and I invited him there at night. About 30 minutes before the schedule the intercom rang, the doorman said a friend of mine named Andrea was downstairs. I was scared! I told you to let her up. Get out of the shower when it happened and still wrapped in the towel I heard the bell ring, I ran to answer thinking something had happened. My friend came to the party, we said hello with a little stamp and she came in. I told her I was just getting out of the shower, that she could make herself comfortable while I was changing. We've been naked for a long time at Celso's barbecue, so there was no ceremony between us. I put on a very loose short dress thinking my male was up to something and wanted to have a threesome with both of us. To my amazement she said: - What? Wagner called me and said you wanted to talk to me, but I was embarrassed to call because I was still in doubt about the site thing... Stop it, girlfriend! We have to make ourselves known! I told him I didn't talk to him, but I was really insecure because even though I worked out and took care of myself a lot I thought I still had to add something to my look, after all I'm 42. At the time she exclaimed: 42, my Deeeus! If you don't tell me I'd never guess, you were about 35. I was super happy when she said that and went, - It's okay. With this body you'll pass easy by 34, 35. Don't even worry! I have 30 myself and put 24 in my profile, or do you think all Rio's escorts are 18 or 19? Come on! If I were you, I'd move my hair and paint it in a lighter blonde tone. I told her I'd been thinking about it, and the chatterbox went: - It's okay. Your body is wonderful, big, uptight butt, super-turned thick thighs, hard breasts, all waxed, horny woman! I was excited to hear that. He said he was going to get heavier on his workout and touch his hair. I had barely finished talking and she interrupted me again: - Ah! I even forgot to tell you something. Remember that tall nigga who was at Celso's house that day? One in a white suit with a gold cord? - Yes, I do. - I shook my head affirmatively. - It's okay. So he's a manager for some football players, and he's interested in you. Vip client! Full of money! It's that kind of football player, right? They love to travel, hire us for long shows and pay well. At the time you said she could give him my contact! That conversation with Andrea gave me the stimulus I needed to really change my life. The first thing I did was change real estate, I went to a minor who would take me less time, but I didn't want to completely drop the brokerage because it was an alibi. And since I don't like anyone commenting on my life I went to another gym, because the changes I was willing to make in my look would leave room for gossip among the people who already knew me. Things began to take a new course in my life: new home, new work and new academy. Now was the time to invest in the look and look. I followed Andrea's tip and made a mega hair app on the clearest blonde tone my hairdresser had. Now I had super blonde hair up to the middle of my back. To combine, I bought a pair of green contact lenses, which I've been wearing ever since. I talked to my beautician who wanted to do a rejuvenating treatment to reduce some expression marks on his face. She did a wonderful job, when I looked in the mirror I had a grateful surprise, my eyebrows were raised, my forehead stretched, and my lips fleshier. A blast! Then I invested in my closet, got rid of many things and got lighter and smaller clothes: shorts, miniskirts, short dresses and looses, legging pants, sandals, and varied tops. Then I came to my temptation, the bikinis. Small pieces of clothing I love to wear to show off, mine are always tiny floss. I bought some more to increase my collection and combinations possibilities. It's been a busy couple of weeks, I've done a lot of things, and I've changed my look too much for a younger, bolder guy. The next morning I woke up, I called that photographer. He was super nice to me on the phone and said that besides photographing him he runs a website with profiles of some girls, including Andrea and Fê. I enjoyed it when I learned that access to the site is paid for, reaching more selected customers. When we were working out the last few details to mark the photo section, he asked: - Are you really going to use Leila's name on the profile? I think Leila sounds very closed very seriously. Let's try a happier name... How about Layla? I think it gets lighter, happier. I kept quiet for a moment and said, - Yeah, right... You're right, I never thought of that. Layla, I like it! Sounds like a little girl's name! I drew a smile and we fell into laughter. We did the photo section Thursday morning, on a stone coast at Joatinga Beach, a half-desert and wonderful place. That same night my profile was ready, I lay on the couch with my iPad enjoying myself. The pictures look beautiful! I watched the soap opera when my phone rang, it was an unknown number, I answered and on the other side of the line a male voice: - Hi, is this Leila? - Who is this? - I did. - It's okay. It's Gilberto, Andrea and Celso's friend. We met at that barbecue before the carnival, remember? Of course, Gilberto! All right? Not to be indiscreet, but I think you confused my name, my name is Layla. - Ah! Sorry for the confusion, it's all with 'L'... (laughs). I'm calling because I wanted to get to know you better. I talked to Andrea about you, she said some things that made me very interested. What are you doing tomorrow? - I don't have a date. - I did. - You like a beach? - Of course! I love beach! We keep talking about amenities for a few moments and we set him up to pick me up at the apartment at 10:00. As soon as we finished talking, Andrea called me and said in a playful tone: - Hmmm... It's Layla now, is it? Dirty little bitch's name! I see your pictures look wonderful. Gil called you? - I was talking to him on the phone right now, we're going to the beach tomorrow! I'm super excited! - It's okay. That's great, girlfriend! He's super good people. He loves giving gifts. Plus you have a delicious dick! When Andrea said that, I got all wet and I said, - Hmmm... So I'm gonna go suit up in the bikini and get real hard! She exclaimed. A customer like that is a great source of contacts. It was late when we said goodbye. I was super excited. I opened the closet and picked out a white cortin-type thong and a blue bra. The next morning he picked me up and we went to the beach, right here in Barra, near Pepe's kiosk. Along the way we chatted and noticed he wouldn't take his eyes off my legs. When we got to the sand, I took off the shorts and the top I was wearing, leaving my rolly thighs, my fleshy, uptight butt, and the contour of my greedy pussy's lips. That bikini was an attempt on indecentness! Gilberto went crazy and the volume I saw growing in his swimsuit really must have been a wonderful dick lape. To further instigate the beast I asked him to give me a tan, the bastard knew how to explore every curve of my body, obviously giving a special treat on the butt that was slowly massaged. After that he sat in a chair, stretched the canga beside him and lay down. I fixed my bikini to mark my pussy right. After a few quiet moments, he didn't hold back: - Wow! You're so hot, you're so cute! - It's okay. I thought you didn't like it. It took you so long to say. - I did. - I love flossing women, especially those who are just a little yarn behind! - It's okay. I even have some of these, but I didn't put them on today. – and I continued – Only the one I’m wearing can regulate if I want much or little dug. Look! I stood up and I turned my back on him with my butt in his face, closed my little cork in the back and pulled it up, it was all buried in my butt. I'll come to him and ask him: - Do you like it? - I love it, bitch! - It's okay. Let's take a dip, the sun's too hot. - I proposed. We walked hand in hand to sea. Me with that wire stuck in his ass and him with the dick almost tore up the trunk. The water was at a delicious temperature and the sea was calm. Since I'm short, he hugged me and headed for the deepest part. I got the message, I promptly put your cock out of my bathing suit and started playing it. It really was a very thick prick! He came in my bikini to the side and started fingering my pussy nice, lassoed my legs around his waist to get his butt around his hands. Gil increased the pace of his fingers on the pussy of his blonde dog who groaned quietly with his head leaning on his shoulder. I put that prick in the pussy and he slowly went down my hip until she swallowed it all. Holding it by the buttocks, he was moving me up and down, fucking the bitch's pussy. Little gym in his ear biting lightly his ear, the tesudo went crazy with it and put me deep, making me more and more gasping, until in an impulse he introduced the middle finger of the right hand into my ass, sighed deeply. He noticed and said: - Do you like it on your ass, hardy? - I love it! – I replied – Even more a thick, thick-headed cock like that. Gil pulled the cock out of my pussy and tried to penetrate my ass right there, but we couldn't find a position. Besides, some people approached. Next thing we know, he let me go. I held his shoulder with one hand, and with the other, I got into an intense hand job so he'd enjoy it and lighten up. After emptying your milk hose, we went back to the sand where again I stuck that wire in my tail to get very small markings. We had a beer when the bastard said, - It's okay. When we get out of here, I'm gonna take you home and eat your ass all afternoon! - Aaaiiiii... How delicious! – I replied – Hide thick dick in the butt is my specialty, you know?! - What? It's been a while since I skinned a blonde with green eyes. - It's okay. So today your dog will let you take the delay in her ass, okay? She was very excited, feeling a chill in her hot belly and an uncontrollable urge to give it to him. We stayed at the beach until about 3:00, then we went to your apartment. A penthouse in a small building on the edge of Barra itself. When we arrived he took me to the terrace where there was a shower and a swimming pool. I was taking a shower to get the salt out of my body when Gilberto said he was going to the kitchen to get a drink. When you returned with two caipirinhas I was already lying in a sun lounger, naked, waiting for you. We toasted and sat there changing caresses, I felt her excitement and I made her get rid of the trunk, releasing a thick black roll with trimmed pubes and a shaved bag. A luxury! Gil took a shower and walked towards me with her pointed at me. When I got close, I had to open my mouth wide to swallow my head. I'd take turns sucking my ass now, taking breaths from my first client. Then I kept that head between my lips, with one hand massaged his bag and with the other hand jerked off the wheel. I felt his veins pulsing in my hand and mouth, my pussy dripped. Gil announced the fun, opened his mouth wide open and let him pour it all in. I swallowed everything with pleasure and got a little stamp. Sitting side by side, we changed gauges when he started fingering my pussy, spread my legs wide open, he introduced a finger, then two and last the third. With three fingers stuck in the cunt and my thumb massaged my little gym like a bitch in heat staring at him like he's asking for something more, and I said quietly: - It's okay. Make me come like this and then eat my ass! I'm horny! I announced the orgasm and I was all over that sun lounger, with my ass all rolled up exposing my pink ass that flashed horny. I felt your cock forcing the sphincter, the head came in hot opening passage for that log to rip my ass off. Gil pumped my buttocks firmly, between roars and groans I screamed: - It's okay. Fuck your blonde dog's ass! Fucking cocky nigger! He'd open my butt to the fullest to dig in, my ass would burn deliciously. Feeling that pulsing prick in my guts I announced another orgasm, but the pervert kept punishing my ass seriously. We switched positions, now with him lying down, I sat on that cock holding his legs with my hands and his ass facing his face. I ate that cock with my little pink ring. Until he took care of the situation by suspending my hip to punch my ass fast until he cums. We were hugging while your fucking ass ran down my ass. Gil stood up and pulled me by the hand, took a shower together and we went into the pool. The sun set when we plunged into another wave of horny. In that shallow pool, I sat on the edge, spreading my legs wide open so he could stick his dick in my pussy. The son of a bitch stuck his neck out filling my entire uterus, while I massaged the clique, he cussed me with affection: - You're a bitch, you know that, bitch! Blonde dog! Hot bitch! That way I'll only want you now! - What? It's good that little pussy loves a black cock! - Are you a bitch? Then go take that pussy! Gil interspersed quickly and then slowed down with slow but deep stuns. I was in the clouds, I would come next, pinch my breasts and get that tireless pussy. For a few moments he stopped putting me in, pulled me into the pool and scuba diving with me. As we emerged he gave me a long tongue kiss and said: - Didn't you say you'd let me take the delay of eating a blonde with green eyes? Well? I made a dirty face looking at him, bit his nipple and got out of the pool. I lay on my side in the sun lounger, with one hand I opened my little ass wide open and said, - It's okay. Come on! The perv came over and hit me with his fucking face. I gave him a good blowjob to make him hard. When he felt he was at the spot, he buried everything in my ass. I groaned loudly because it burned too much, but the horny one was bigger and mercilessly swept away by that black guy. - Hey, you bastard! You're killing me! - It's okay. Fuck you, bitch! Here! I'll let you sit aside for about three days. I closed my eyes by enjoying that moment. I felt my little hole in flames and I heard the noise of your bag hitting my buttocks. I'd take it up my ass hard until the stalk, it was so dilated that sometimes I thought the cock would come out of my mouth. We stay like this until he gets tired of beating me up with that dick, taking it out and pissing milk on his bitch. I kept lying down for a few moments to pull myself together. Then I got up and took another shower. Gil brought me a towel and also bathed. We got dressed and he took me home. On the way, while driving, he asked: - What? How can I repay you for this wonderful day? I don't know. You're friends with Andrea and Celso, too. I'd rather you call me again. I also loved our day today! - It's okay. Of course I'll call you other times. Do you have any questions about that? You're delicious! - Hey! Listening to that is a great reward! - What? No way, Layla! Here's what we're gonna do. Tell me what your apartment is this week. I'll stop by your building and leave you a little present. Okay, so... It's 1911. When we got to my apartment door, he parked and we made out in the car. When he said good-bye, he gave me another tongue kiss. I went upstairs, took a long bath, went through a lot of moisturizing to take care of my skin after a sunny day, paying special attention to my long, skinned ass. I lay on the bed dead tired with my body ground and my butt sore. Saturday was coming up and I knew that over the weekend I'd have to feed another big, thick cock: Wagner's. At the same time something told me that Gil would demand more and more of me. Just thinking would make me feel sorry for my little holes. But... Happy bitch is the one who when she wakes up meets with pleasure and recognizes herself as the one who likes to give. Wait for news, sweethearts.