I was thrown, and even as thrown! It seemed everything was fine: I came to practice, they arranged for me in a cottage, and the next day I went to the office. They took my documents there ... And the trouble started. After waiting for two hours, I slid into the door where the kind Madame with my papers disappeared, but the door was locked.

After another couple of hours I returned to my cottage. And here I was waiting for terrible disappointment. A security guard at the entrance to the residential complex informed me that all the property of the company in which I was supposed to work was arrested and did not let me into the territory. I rushed to the office, and there they told me about the same thing. To top it off, my credit card, transferred to an American company (it was stated in the practice contract), was scissors cut in one of the cafes. In short, I ended up in a strange America with a hundred dollars in my pocket, hungry, without a roof over my head, etseter ... Besides, my phone book was left in the cottage, but I have trouble remembering the numbers. I remembered only the phone number of my fiance Henri, but in Marseille no one picked up the phone. That's right - Henri and his parents left for Ruhr on business - some of their distant relatives died there, and the lawyers demanded the presence of all interested parties by inheritance ... Oh, if he knew what happened to his Lulu in America!

Going to look, I stumbled upon a bar. Whiskey, which I had never drunk before, quickly blurred my brains and untied my tongue. The girl who was sitting next to me, after listening to my outpourings, quickly scooped up something on a piece of paper and thrust it into my hands, took hold of a mobile phone. She told some Bisbee that she solved his problem. And then she told me:

- You're lucky, baby. After a couple of hours, a cruise liner departs from Marseille, not one of the coolest, true, but fast. My good friend works as a steward there. If he is kind to you, then in three days you will be back home ...

And here I am standing in front of the doors of gray steel plastic. Behind the white railings you can hear the sound of the sea and the cries of seagulls. And behind this small building is a port, with snow-white ships and a road home. And although I'm still a little sore from the whiskey, the mood is gradually improving.

Finally, the door opened, and I saw a middle-aged man wearing only sports pants. He was lean, with prominent muscles on his bare torso. Apparently, he exercised: his skin glistened with sweat.

- Monsieur Bisbee? I was sent to you ... uh ...

Oh dear, I even forgot to ask what my benefactor's name is!

Meanwhile, Bisbee looked me from head to foot with that sort of stripping look. I even felt a little uncomfortable because the jacket on me was thrown open, and through the thin blouse and the very thinest lace of the bra shine through the nipples, but the skirt is too short and does not hide my long legs.

Bisbee nodded, satisfied with the inspection, and stood aside:

- Come on in.

There was almost nothing in the tiny closet, except for a small cabinet with an AC / DC badge, from which came a bass buzz, a tiny sofa and a bar set on the holders.

- What's your name?

Hearing Bisbee's voice, I quickly turned around, smiling with my most seductive smile.

“Lulu,” I blurted out by inertia, “that is ...”

Bisbee shook his head, interrupting me when I was about to say my full name:

- Suitable. I hope Chris told you what you will do on the ship?

I shook my head, puzzled. Bisby grunted distractedly.

- Eh, someday I will kill her. So I need one nymph.

- Nymph - what is it like? - I babbled, feeling the floor go from under my feet.

“It's okay,” answered Bisbi, “you will appease a couple of men, and you are at home.” What is it? Moreover, few people, so do not have to work hard.

Hop instantly flew out of my head.Become a prostitute? But there was no other way. Apparently, the answer was clearly read on my face. Bisbee stepped forward and, with an elusive movement, put his hand under my skirt, whispering in my ear:

- And you're a girl at least where. Well, let me check the rest.

Realizing that in this situation it was stupid to resist, I relaxed my thigh muscles and immediately felt how I was being examined. Panties did not interfere, they barely covered my sex lips and were unceremoniously pushed aside. For a while, rough fingers pulled me down, and then abruptly went inside. I gasped in surprise and instinctively stood on my socks.

Then Bisbee pushed me onto the couch, to which a couple of steps remained. So I fell on the seat - with a skirt upraised, with knitted panties that do not obscure the look of my shaved pussy, and with legs spread out in a fall. Bisbee unceremoniously looked at the results of his activities and, exposing his penis, which had reached a decent size by this time, leaned on me. In an instant, my blouse was unbuttoned, and the bra, with the words: “You will not need it for several days,” is torn. Stuck into my chest with one hand, Bisbee with the other sent his penis into me and moved his hips. I felt myself pierced and closed my eyes in the hope of imagining my fiancé at the place of Bisbee raping me. However, nothing happened, either because Bisbee smelled very differently, or because he was much more rude than Henri ... And Bisbee was just rude, piercing me deeply and powerfully and completely not interested in my feelings.

“Come on, baby, do some work, otherwise no one will believe that you are a whore,” I heard, and, opening her eyes, looked displeased at the puffing Bisbee. His gaze was unrelenting, and I had to cross my ankles on his lower back. Thus, I turned out to be extremely open to the man who had me, and I even had to push my hips towards each of his blows. My ass all the more crawled upholstery, breast constantly engaged hard fingers, and vagina drilled member. In general, I do not know how, but I suddenly felt an increasing pleasure between my legs. It was like an instantly flashing passion when Henri and I rushed at each other, moving away from the company at a picnic or closing in a cabin on the beach. But then! I was fucked, almost raped by a man I saw for the first time five minutes ago! And I am rapidly approaching orgasm. And I was arched arc: an unexpected orgasm shook my body, blending bliss to my fingertips. I did not open my eyes, feeling the crimson cheeks from shame and the orgasm just occurred.

The obsession subsided, and I almost mechanically continued to strain my legs, meeting the member that had pierced me. I will not say that these penetrations were unpleasant to me, but I prayed that Bisbee would rather end, and I had a respite in the shameful role of the “nymph”.

I opened my eyes and looked into the torso of a man who walked rhythmically in front of my very face. My hands reached out to Bisbee's little dark pimples. My Henri always finished right away, as soon as I started to caress his nipples. It worked now. Only I managed to squeeze a tiny tubercle, as somewhere upstairs, instead of sniffling, I heard a moan, and hot sperm hit my vagina, like bullets drummed into me from the inside, the jets were so hot and powerful

Bisbee took me to his tiny cabin. Quickly dressed in a white dress coat steward, he said:

- Sit here. If you want to have a bite, rummage around in the fridge - he pointed to a small white box attached near the porthole. “When you need me, I'll pick you up.” A latrine through two doors from mine. If they pester, say you're with Bisbee. And do not let anyone without my knowledge, your time should be paid. With these words he stepped over the coaming and closed the door behind him.

I sank to the bed in exhaustion and through ...