Beyond Appearances - Finding Your Own Way

The diary of Fernanda: August 16, 2007. Dear newspaper, And here I am, trying to record my day in my PC notebook before anyone gets here, because I share this computer with my younger brothers (Helen and Fernando), but I'm planning to buy a new laptop. I feel an urge to write, but at the same time, a fear that someone will find out what I do for a living. Good news, Mom got a job as a cashier in the neighborhood supermarket, even if it's a small salary, she's happy! If Mrs. Claudia knew how much I'm making by sleeping with men around, she'd be amazed, I think, even jealous, rs. Alyssa suggested that I live alone and have more privacy, and I confess that I'm seriously considering that idea, and the dynamics of prostitution already make me look like a veteran in this world, even though I've only been in it for less than a month. I feel like I'm morally changing, I don't know, getting bolder, I could too, right Fernanda? Now every holy day, I'm fucking different men, practicing (things), which until recently would have felt disgusting, what a change, isn't it? Diary: By my reckoning, there were eleven clients served in that short period, but only men so far, some good encounters, others not so much, two I bitterly regretted. Back to the subject of the day, diary: Before meeting this client, I went to Alyssa's flat in Villa Mariana to get dressed wearing cold clothes, jeans, blouse and a pair of red boots. <unk> I'm happy because I'm finally making enough money to pay off my debts to college and the girls. This customer of the day had a different name. (Orbán), a charming man of my height, fair skin, strong, bearded, appeared to be between 35 and 40 years old. He wore a social shirt, wine color, pants and black belt, shoes were also well-polished black, a striped tie in white colors, black with red. I went to meet him at a hotel near the Jockey Club of São Paulo. When I arrived, before going up, I went to the reception. In the elevator, I took the hair comb out of the bag for a last touch-up. The cold in my stomach only increased, the anxiety, the fear, a set of factors, you know? As I opened the door, Orbán greeted me with a smile! I introduced myself as Lara, greeted him with a handshake. Orbán flattered me, thanked me, and before we sat down on the sofa for a quick conversation, he asked if I was really 19 years old. I said yes, but without showing my ID. He was crazy about me, asked me to take a ride and commented on my height, beauty. I obeyed him, taking such a ride. <unk> Orbán said; I was more beautiful in person than in the pictures on the website. <unk> When we sat down on the couch for a quick chat, he became interested in me. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I said no! Another question from him. If I liked older men. I said it didn't matter what age it was, it was the person. Orbán smiled and took the money out of his pocket, giving me an extra amount that I only realized when I counted it in the bathroom. I stood up, claiming that I was going to the bathroom to get dressed. I counted the money to make sure the value was correct, oba, oba, oba, I got an unexpected extra, which pleased me very much. I put the money in my bag and took off my clothes, put on a pink lingerie, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. I brushed my teeth. I removed my makeup. I put on a red lipstick and went back to the room barefoot. <unk> The feeling of incredible power and control. I never imagined that my life is taking over. Continuing the story about the meeting with Orbán: He was old enough to be my father, but who cares, right? When I returned to the room, there he was, sitting on the sofa, enjoying dry wine. His eyes met mine, and he let out a comment that made me blush: "You have a rare beauty, girl". I thanked him by biting my lips, feeling my little heart accelerate every second, so I decided to approach him, thanking him in a closer way. I sat on his lap, I took the glass of wine from Orbán's hands and I drank a sip. The taste of the wine was bad, it was dry wine, eca, not short, but I had to disguise it. Mixing the adrenaline with that of the moment, we created a unique atmosphere, I kissed that man as if he were my boyfriend, his hands, one, touching my breasts and the other on my paw on the fabric of the panties, then, he put his hand inside my panties and played with my vagina, she started to wet, I joined the thighs, <unk>squeezing<unk>, <unk>squeezing<unk> the hand of that bald man. My body numbed with pleasure, Orbán activated my mode (PUTA), I got excited, wet, very hungry. In an instant, we lost each other in wet kisses. The exchange of caresses and erotic words began to create an intense connection between us. Orbán, with his compliments and naughtiness, made me feel special and desired. I could feel his dick growing on my butt while I sat on his lap, I rolled boldly, looking at him, smiling, saying that I loved to be boiled, that I wanted to suck him, give my ass to him. I provoked the crown in every possible and unimaginable way to get him to sit, rs. It's fascinating how intimacy develops in these encounters, and every gesture, every word, takes on a peculiar meaning, and I feel like I'm navigating uncharted waters, but somehow this experience is shaping me in ways that I don't yet fully understand. The suite wasn't that big, double bed, light fixtures, coffee table with two chairs, refrigerator, four-seater sofa, 32-inch TV, worthless paintings on the walls, the bathroom was also small, big mirror, towels, shower, toilet. After the passionate kisses and the exchange of caresses, I got up for Orbán to undress my panties, it was gently, without pulling, without tearing. He looked at my crotch, it was shaved, clean and smelling. Orbán touched it commenting that it was beautiful. He suggested that I turn around, and again, I obeyed him. He touched my butt, then opened my buttocks with his fingers to see my anus, Orbán put his nose in my nose to smell it. Only to remember I get chills! Then he licked a little bit of my finger, and took two smiles. He got up and licked me from behind, took off my bra, kissed my neck and licked my tail. They were chills! His hands were rough and rough and then he hugged my body. Then he asked me to turn around, I said yes, and I walked over to him, and I put my pants on my lap, and Orbán looked at me with his belt, sucking my lips. I grabbed his hardened dick, discreetly smelled the head of his penis, it wasn't dirty or smelly, so I put his dick in my mouth and sucked that piece of hard meat, and the intimacy between us deepened, things flowed between groans and confidences. <unk> I sucked as much as possible in eye contact with him, I learned from Juliana, she says that this professional and customer contact makes a difference. I think he liked it, Orbán did not complain! At one point with Orbán, he intertwined the fingers of one of his hands in the back of my head in my hair, forcing a deep oral, shoving his entire penis into my mouth as if it were penetrating a vagina, until I choked. Time seemed to have its own rhythm, he would take his penis out of my mouth every second, and before I knew it, Orbán would put it back in. Surrendered to the momentary excitement. The feeling of closeness and chemistry between us was absolute. I can't tell you how long I sucked on that tasty dick, rs. Fernanda, you little bitch, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... Later, between clean and soft sheets, we climbed onto the bed, boldly, I opened my legs to him, exhibiting my cock loaded with horny, wet, dripping furrows. Motivated by the "fire in the ass", I thoughtlessly stuck three of my fingers into it, while the excited crown licked my ass like a "dog". Orbán had an indecent look, loaded with intensity and shamelessness. Dear diary: <unk> I stood there, lying with my legs open, being tasted, devoured by the mouth of an unknown man, on a journey that I was navigating without a map. Orbán sucked my little girl with a monstrous will. I can't deny in any way that it wasn't nice, I'd be lying. I had a delicious orgasm, I was short of breath! He liked to suck my mouth, he was skilled with his tongue! So far, it was the best! With each experience I seem to sculpt a new facet of who I'm becoming, I'm afraid, I don't know how far I can go. When he decided to stop sucking me and fucking me, I was super excited, feeling like the biggest bitch in the world. And before we fucked, I politely asked Orbán to tuck his penis in. He didn't like it very much, because he had to get out of bed, go to his pants to get the condom and come back. Fuck! The customer opened the package in front of me and tucked his boy up at an impressive speed, rs. As soon as he climbed into bed, our desires were already "burning". Orbán, the bastard, pulled me to him (we embraced), whispered in my ear how much he longed to "fuck" me. I felt like a worshipped goddess, ready to be possessed by him. The first position we tried was the traditional "Mommy and Daddy", but nothing there was conventional. Orbán mounted on my body and penetrated me with urgency, fury that I almost lost the ability to reason. He punished me for asking for the condom. Orbán pushed hard! His movements were firm, dry and intense, as if he wanted me to feel every inch of his penis taking me completely. A lot of things happened in the meantime, we exchanged kisses, caresses, he sucked my breasts, groans and mutual curses, bites, I scratched his back. The bed almost caught fire! Just remembering I'm breathless, excited, daily, the crown was of the drool! After a while, the naughty client, asked to change position, the desire, and the excitement led us to try the position of four, the famous "doggy". I confess, daily, that this is one of my favorites. I lubricated the area quickly! Orbán grabbed my hips and squeezed my butt with force, pulling me back as he filled me with his masculinity. The moans escaped from our lips so naturally that we could feel the sexual tension in the air. He was all flushed, he shaved his beard on my shoulders, it turned red afterwards. We sat like this for a while, daily, enjoying the sin together. At the height of our arousal, he commented that I was "too cute". We moved to another position! He lay down, and I mounted Orbán from the front with uncontrolled fury. Riding him as if my life depended on it, and in fact it does. He fondled my breasts a lot while I drove each ride. I felt him all inside me. Everything seemed so wild and daring, daily, that I felt like a true queen of pleasure. I don't know how his balls didn't burst due to my abrupt seats! But our adventure didn't stop there. I'll turn my back on him! In this first part of the diary, he only got in the mud! I patted my ass as I rode and rolled, stirring my hips, delighting in that stick divinely and hard. And then Orbán poured all his lust into the inside of the condom. Santa Maria, by the amount of pleasure in the condom, should have billions of spermatozoa. What was that penis? When I lay in bed, I opened the bottle, because my little girl was "getting on fire", Sister Orbán laughed, asked if I would like a blow job on her vagina. I said yes and thanked her. Orbán placed his head between my legs and "fell out of his mouth" and began to lick me frantically! His tongue was soft and agitated, but that helped me a lot, I got into the mood and enjoyed his caresses. I like to be sucked very slowly and delicately, because my nipple is very sensitive. I never thought I would enjoy a crown so much! He left me with a monstrous erection. To return the affection, I suggested to him to go to the bathroom, wash his penis and come back. I told him I wanted to suck it! The crown went and did not last more than two minutes there. Orbán came back looking at my naked body, masturbating his boy, climbed into bed lying on the messy sheets. I took action by taking his penis to masturbate him and lick, he (penis), was wet, not to say that I felt like soap, Orbán, hadn't rinsed properly, but at least it was clean, smelly, hard, big, and nothing withered! I delighted in that divine penis, then I also licked his testicles, he was filled with horny, at the very end, I went back on his penis, and he didn't laugh! Until then, Orbán had an insatiable sexual appetite and wanted more, so we decided to try the 69 position. We lay down, our bodies twisted passionately, and I tasted every part of him while he did the same to me, except for the fingers I took in the cheek and in the ass. It was a moment of intense and orgasmic exchange, where our bodies merged into one. When we decided to have sex, Orbán asked for my ass on all fours! Fernandinha here was four for the crown! I asked the client to lubricate my anus. I gave him a vial of coconut oil! Orbán applied a lot of oil, inside and outside my ass, and around, on my buttocks. He also went through the condom and took me from behind, holding my hair, then on my shoulders, rocking my body to find his wild rhythm. Mutual groans, a widespread prostitution! There was a small mirror on the right side of the bed, I kept looking at myself as my body rocked, I felt so powerful, so alive, so safe, daily, that adrenaline ran through my body rapturously. Despite a few more penetrations, and a few more butt and back slaps, Orbán didn't hurt me, no... thank God! And finally, he chose to end with the classic "fun in the mouth". I discreetly looked at my watch, it was exactly 3:34 p.m. Orbán standing on the bed and I kneeling with his penis without condom in his mouth, sucking in masturbation. He asked me to go slowly because the penis was sensitive. I obeyed him! I sucked slowly, cautiously, the same, in the testicles. <unk> Orbán joked, six minutes later, I looked at the time on the wall clock! He ejaculates on my face and lips, the sperm flows into my breasts, I give a few suckers on the penis touching his big testicles. <unk> Daily, we get tired, we lose track of time, we indulge in soul sex. It was a daring and unique experience, where our bodies connected in a way that is beyond words. We took a bath together, it was delicious, he played a few dirty tricks in the shower and when we came back, I climbed into bed and got up on all fours. Without a shred of shame on my face. I started provoking him again, opening my ass, poking my anus, incredibly, Orbán gave me a hard time! I'm still trying to understand about my boldness at the time... But I didn't have any luck, he said it was over, that he was tired, and that I should stay for another date, I was disappointed, even angry, daily, because I wanted more sex, to do what, right? We talked a little while sitting in bed, me drinking water, him in the fucking red wine until the 1:30 show time, and at the end, we put on our clothes and went down to the reception together. We kissed in front of passers-by. Orbán is not married! He kindly thanked me for the visit, pocketed me for the taxi I came in and paid my taxi back. I had to go back to Alyssa's flat, change my clothes and take the subway home, but happy, with a good amount of money. I loved going out with Orbán, especially the sex, I liked the way I was fucked by the crown. <unk> I have a little pain in my anus, if the pain doesn't pass by tomorrow, I won't release it at all... I'll save it here and send it to my e-mail, my brothers will be home from school in a few minutes, and I don't want to get caught and blow it, so be careful, be careful, be careful... Now, I'm resting, I have two clients tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to the next day, because my job as a luxury escort is full of surprises and unforgettable moments like this. See you soon, diary. With heat and boldness, Fernandez, what are you doing?