Without a condom and in the kitchen it's more expensive.

One of the fantasies I had was to be a prostitute for one day, something that I'd read about in several short stories. I live in a city of greater São Paulo, and whenever I go to the center, these women are offering themselves. What must it feel like? Can they have orgasms? My biggest curiosity was what happened in bed. If I were one of them, how would that work out for me? I've never been one of the pretty women on a traffic stop team, but my height is striking because at 5 feet 8 inches tall despite being short and plump I am attracted by curly legs and bulky butt hair sometimes dyed blond round breasts firm. School vacation period. My children went to stay one day at my husband's parents house. An opportunity to take advantage of it. I built up courage. The choice began with lingerie. Dental floss underwear, half-cup bra and leather belt all in red. Mosaic socks and black high heeled sandals. On top a long discreet dress. I took the subway, got off at Lights Station. Went to the bathroom and changed my dress. Put on a short black skirt with a slit in its side. Regretted buying it but never wore it. It's indecent for a housewife. Red blouse single front unzipped, exposing part of her lap and entire back. I made up my face, put on false eyelashes and drew lines around the eyes... red lipstick highlighted fleshy lips... let loose my hair, shook my head a little bit... mirror showed me a perfect vampire ready to hunt. I came out of the bathroom, ashamed to death because my clothes were too revealing. My biggest fear was meeting someone that I knew. I got on a crowded subway train and somebody stood behind me and intentionally or unintentionally made me shrink. I felt a hard volume pressing on the pulps of my butt, and there was no time to get out of doubt because then I got off at Sé Station. I walked to the Plaza João Mendes, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my mouth. It seemed as if everyone were staring at me. I approached a kiosk trying to stay half-hidden. An employee from a used book store stood watching me. How much is the program? It was a young man, with the appearance of some office continuum. He had already come leaning on me, his hands reaching for my waist, trying to tie me up. This wasn't the kind of customers I was looking for. The immediate reaction was that I fainted and discarded him: Look, I already made plans with someone else. As long as the guy's not coming, let's have a quickie. He grabbed me tightly, tucking his hand under my skirt and patting my thighs as I tried to move away from him with a silly hand. - Cut it out! I felt like being in the center of a circle of curious people, performing libidinous acts with passers-by watching. I should be blushed by shame. As I pushed him, I noticed his dilated nostrils who was highly aroused and he insisted without stopping already overcome by desire to possess me. I charge a lot more than that, okay? I ran towards Liberty Avenue, and there was someone holding my arm. Look, I saw the bastard grabbing you. Calmer and quieter, I asked: - You want to do a show with me? How's that show? - Well, it's a show like any other. - What do you mean? - Of course it does. - How much is it? - A hundred reais, is that good? - It's a little salty, but come on. We walked for a while, and then we came to the entrance that led up to a staircase. There were two street hookers on either side of it offering themselves to passersby. Embarrassed with her head bowed down, I more than hurriedly climbed the stairway with the man just behind me enjoying my much-praised ass. At the end of that staircase, upstairs, a little counter is falling apart. - Thirty reals. My client paid the fare. I was given pairs of towels, soaps and cheap condoms. He led us down a dimly lit corridor to our bedroom door. It opened and he withdrew. From my face I felt an overwhelming amount of mildew. It was an old mansion with a very high ceiling. In the past it must have been beautiful, its plaster ornaments falling loose. The walls are all stained, the bed looks dirty, the mattress is so soft and full of ripples. He didn't seem to care about this horrible little room. Already he had taken off his clothes and got completely naked. I carefully took off mine, looking for somewhere to put them. In the corner there was a chair with one leg missing leaning against the wall. That's where I placed my purse, blouse, skirt, bra and panties. The guy just lay in bed enjoying me undressing, rocking his hard upright little bird. I took off my sandals, loosened the leather belt buckles and it was very difficult to remove socks. - Payment in advance. Apparently upset, he took out his wallet from the bedside and gave me two fifty-dollar bills. I put them in my purse. - Suck it up, bitch! I put my mouth into this thick cylinder of flesh, the pear-shaped end red and smooth. I kissed it and nibbled at its tip. The man sighed. I nudged his head so that he could feel the moisture and warmth from my mouth. With my hand I began to slowly masturbate him. I moved forward with my mouth, pressing on the lips until it was all over me and its tip had reached my throat. It began to push his hips upwards from below; he picked up a pace of groaning in excitement. With boobs that were either vigorous or slow, I continued my work. I took it all out of my mouth and spat so that the mast would slide better. He felt the absence of his cozy mouth and taking my head with both hands, made me continue sucking. I was already ready for ejaculation in my mouth when he stopped, climbed on me and came trying to penetrate me. - Oh, no, wait till I go to the condom first. It's better without a condom. I know that, but at work you only use condoms. It's like sucking on a bullet without taking off the paper. I am married, look at this ring. You really only fuck your wife, and I'm supposed to believe that? I swear it's true! I know, but without a condom it's not gonna happen. - Look, I'll suck your dick too and pay you fifty more! Then pass the money around. Let's fuck now! Money in the hand first. He gave me another fifty reais. I lay on my back with legs spread wide open, he came and sucked me willingly; waves of pleasure took over my body. The pursued one was wet even now releasing cauldron. As I uninhibited myself and the weather warmed up, my excitement grew more intense, so that I began to groan and roll wildly out of control. The bastard noticed, came and stuck the stake in my hot mealy cave. I was still half-soft nor reacting to penetration. When I realized it, he was deep inside my body. He entered willingly while uttering curses: That's a hot piranha, take the stick you bitch! After many bombings, he asked: Now I want to fuck you on all fours, bitch! I was on my hands and knees with him coming up behind me, kicking back vigorously according to my flashy ass. I'll give you a spanking, bitch! Do you like piranha? Go make fun of my cock, whore. I was loving it all, the feeling of being a street whore and ending up having such an intense orgasm that I would groan loudly before then almost pass out afterwards. Seeing me inert and prostrate, he stopped and with both hands went to open the bands of my fleshy buttocks, pass his finger through the drain. He spit there, then also on the penis, lubricating it with saliva. Without even asking, he pointed at my little button and came forcibly to sodomize me. What a cheat! Didn't ask if I could and already wanted to enter. That's not part of the program! Piranha has to give his ass too! - Yeah, but not this piranha here. He kept insisting on that old talk of "I'm going to be alone for a little while" and other conversations more popular than famous saying partners are just good friends. - It's more expensive in the kitchen. - How much more? - Fifty more. I'll give you twenty, all right? It's 50 reais, and look at that. Seeing that I was irreducible, he paid me the fifty. I've done anal several times, always lubricated with gel or some cream. In the dry like this, only spit was the first time. Lying on my stomach in bed, pushed back and waited for invasion. Tried to relax the little ring because when it enters burns a lot. As I felt his mast slide in, dilating my anus and skinning the anal walls... Take it easy, you little shit! What kind of a bitch is this who complains all the time? Bitch that's a whore gives her ass without crying. And still enjoys, yes! I am paying for it! Open up that du to me, you slut! He grabbed my hip even tighter, pulling it towards him as he pressed on his lower abdomen and pushed the chest forward causing pain and discomfort. I think everything went in with their balls leaning backwards. Then began a rhythmic come-and-go of increasingly swift and violent punches from the bag hitting at the entrance to her vagina. It caused me different sensations, painful and pleasurable. I was feeling pleasure when I realized it, bouncing and pushing my butt towards him while moaning with each thorax entrapment: Come on, eat it all up. He in turn sighed, groaned and spoke: Your ass is too hot, bitch I'm going to fill your butt with fucking hot! I felt as his cock seemed to swell even more inside my furry little hole. It gave some relief when he stopped, only the member barking and releasing jets of semen. The warm thing looked like it was washing me from within. As I winked, he decided to take off. When the head came out, made a "ploc", moist noise of released air. His milk was so much that trickled through the emptiness of joy. I got up in a hurry and went to the bathroom. The shower didn't get hot, but it still gave off little water. When I was done I returned to my room with him lying on his bed belly-up, half soft penis full of molasses. If it takes too long, the doorman will come knocking! I was getting dressed, putting on the modest gown that I had left home in. I loved the transaction, Leila you were a great whore it's worth every penny now give me back my 200 I looked at my husband, gave him a silly smile and said: You said yourself it was worth every penny, so now we're going to the Good Retreat where I can take advantage of our specials and buy some new clothes. That night, my husband wanted to get married again and we made love in a way that hadn't been done before. - Read, if instead of that moleque was a good-looking guy would you have gone? It was just a little joke, wasn't it? - Well, if you had gone I would have saved 200 batteries! - Yeah, and it would've been a horn too. Now I'd be listening to you tell me what it was like. - Honey, are you serious? As they say, washed the new one. - And you wouldn't be jealous? Maybe, I don't know... but do you remember that time the mole grabbed you? I want to see if you really let go! My husband's penis that was softening became hard again, he started going back and forth. I want to see another dick in this hot little mouth! The Commission shall be empowered to adopt delegated acts in accordance with Article 8a specifying: P.S.- If you liked the story, please leave your vote.