The First Program

<unk>The First Program<unk> is the opening story in the series <unk>The Luxury Companion<unk>. There are 18 stories full of sexual activities and all narrated by me (Kamila) a beginner in the craft. I am addicted to dangerous sex and involvement with men of the (Forbidden for me) type. In view of this, it was not difficult to decide to be a show girl, especially when I considered the fun that the activity would provide and the financial values compared to a "socially accepted" job. However, every day I would face obstacles to keep my secret and live as a family. I invite you to follow story by story and witness the consequences of this choice. Starting point: Leaving a conventional, socially acceptable job to be a program girl wasn't the hardest choice, especially when you consider financial values. Family life became a martyrdom, I felt like an intruder in my own home. The stress of living every day with the fear of being discovered and having to deal with the consequences of the choice was agonizing. I've been making sex my profession for almost two years. I started days after my 18th birthday, when I was still living with my grandparents. I didn't become a companion out of necessity, since my family has enough money to finance my studies, give me a dignified life with leisure and travel. I suffer from mild hypersexuality, not compulsive, I'm addicted to adrenaline, when I foresee a situation of forbidden or risky sex, I let the situation reach a point of no return, that's when my hypersexuality manifests. My main goal is intense pleasure and the more adrenaline, the greater the ecstasy and multiple orgasms. It all started with a joke: I was at the entrance of the highway station of Campinas waiting for the time that my bus would leave, it would take more than an hour. I realized that I was 'filmed' by the look of a fifty-year-old in a suit, good looks and carrying only a suitcase. The man came towards me and before he addressed me a word I realized his intentions that were easily expressed by his cocky look and evil smile. I've been an exhibitionist since I was a little girl, my clothes are naturally bold, I love miniskirts and loose-fitting blouses and expressive, provocative lipsticks, and it's happened before that I've been mistaken for a sex worker, only this time I was in it for the fun of it, and I would pretend to be a showgirl if your approach was for that purpose. He came right up and greeted me, and he was very nice, and he said that he was attracted to me as soon as he saw me from afar, and that he really liked my little girl in a woman's body, and that he would really like to go out with me. People! If the crown didn't ask me out, I would have asked him out. What a charming, smelly, and safe-spoken man, I still decided to play along, but I had no idea how much I would charge a girl in this situation. While smiling and thanking for the compliments, I reasoned very quickly to make my role as escort plausible. I thought R500,00 was a good price for an hour of basic (no anal) sex, the motel expenses would also be his. "If he rolls, he rolls" I thought. He accepted without blinking an eye, and the adrenaline rushed through my body, and I had the chance to give up and run at that moment, or dive headfirst into a game that I didn't yet know the rules to, like, "Fuck it, I'm going to play". He asked where I did my shows. I suggested a motel, (one of the few I knew in the area, and just passing by when I was on my bus. On the outside it was very nice, it looked class A.) he called a taxi and we left for my first show. We entered the motel suite, the interior matched the exterior, it was really A-class and very tasteful. The man after consulting my preference, ordered drinks for us and wasted no more time. With the practice of a veteran he undressed me, kissed me, sucked me and won me over with his compliments. I helped him to release his secret weapon, a powerful and very respectful weapon. I tapped his huge pink glans sucking him, swallowing and anticipating how much pleasure I would feel when penetrated by that delicious member. I knelt on the bed leaving him between my legs in the 69 position, I caressed and tapped his member again and whimpered at the same time he sucked my vulva mouth and his nervous tongue penetrated my little slit and made me shudder with pleasure. I grabbed both hands on his sex and ended up punching him twice as hard, and I punched his secret weapon, a powerful and very respectful weapon. I tapped his huge pink glans sucking him, swallowing and anticipating how much pleasure I would feel when penetrated by that delicious member. I knelt on the bed leaving him between my legs in the 69 position, I caressed and tapped and again tapped his member and whimpered at the same time as he sucked my vulva mouth and his nervous tongue penetrated into my little slit mouth and made me shiver with pleasure. That was my startled expression when his jets of semen hit my face. It was a pleasant surprise. I approached my mouth and other jets hit my lips. I swallowed it by sucking and feeling the pulsations of that exposed nerve. I went to wash my pretty face, and as soon as I came back from the bathroom I saw him sitting at the head of the bed leaning on pillows and with a very naughty expression. He was lightly poking his firm penis protected by a lubricated rubber band; this made me more excited and crazy with a hard-on. Come beautiful, let me feel you inside. Since you insist so much I agreed with a smile. I sat on top of him and delirious as that thick member, and bigger than any I've ever felt, slid down the width of my cleft and down the inside of my vagina. "Ohoo, having sex with pleasure is all good". I thought smiling as I savored it all by filling my sex. I rode on him, beaten by his kicks and softened by his caresses, and I was so soft that I was ecstatic. The bastard put me on all fours - I love to take on the role of submissive - penetrated me from behind still in my vagina hitting me like a maniac again and delighting me with multiple orgasms. I was almost fainted when he made fun of filling the condom with his semen. I still remember when he took it out and adjusted my body laying my head on the pillow, I had the feeling of being doped, asleep. The man knelt leaving my head between his legs and rubbed his stick almost mill in my mouth. I swallowed a few drops that still come out of his member sucking and tasting. My last romantic memory of that night was feeling him settle down next to me, kiss my lips, and say something naughty and affectionate, and then we went to the restroom, paid our bills, and took a cab, and he dropped me off at the bus station and drove to the airport, not without first writing down my cell phone number in his calendar and promising to contact me as soon as he got back to Campinas. This was my first pay-per-view, but it was way better than a lot of love shows. Of course I missed my bus and had to buy another ticket. Kisses and until the next story!