and in the computer center, spoiling the sight; her daytime condition was concentrated, a gloomy effort with a bitter aftertaste. In the evening, Lizel furiously fucked, knocking out her daily bitterness with fierce lust, giving the client all of herself, without a trace; she let out the furious demons who had been locked up during the day, and burned her despair in shameless fucking. At night, I crawled to bed and fell asleep with a mortal sleep, ragged, devastated by wild orgasms ...

So it went day after day. Liesel saved up money and sent them home. In the letters she told about her successes in mathematics, about reports, about diplomas, and this was quite enough: the poor, grateful old people had no doubt that Liesel was making a rapid career, working as a typist at the same time. There were no scholarships for her - she was paid only by “thieves” who, strictly speaking, did not need her. Together with Lizel, mostly children from wealthy families studied, and she moved away from the course in several ways: as poor, as a “zauchka” and as “touchy”.

Morality on the course was not monastic at all, and under Lizel they regularly wedged; but she gave herself a pledge - never to sleep with no one outside of work - and she turned off all her boyfriends. Thus, she created her reputation as a wild, naive, un-kissed creature. Lizel's violent carnal life transformed - her body was filled with swelling sensuality, her breasts rose, her cheeks bloomed pink, her eyes glistened and oiled, her curls grew like a wild bindweed - almost to the waist, and did not want to tie into a knot on the crown. The body of Lizel, which was gratified every evening, blossomed out with a wild color - like a bud, opening to rain in all its glory - but she did not seem to notice this: going to pairs, she hadn’t been beautiful, was dressed in a marked “academic” manner - and this only emphasized her tart sexuality. The boys were starting to go crazy ...

The guy who was recently considered the first Lovelace in the entire department suffered especially. The athlete, macho and Losers Tonio Kayao, unsuccessfully caring for the wild, un-kissed Orchid Lysel, did not notice himself how mortally he fell in love with her. All the girls, all of his novels, the whole sweet life of a handsome macho, suddenly opposed him, and he began to go after Lisel, as if he was tied.

She saw his attitude, and it raised in her a desperately bitter wave that Lysel heated, like everything else, in the strict discipline of the day and in the frantic debauchery of the evenings. She was afraid to get close to him: the thought that he would learn about her evening labors was so unbearable that Lizel cried out, thinking about it, and the people turned after her like a madman. Pity and sympathy for Tonio, bitterness, painful shame for herself — everything mixed up in her into such a baking mixture that Liesel fucked even more passionately, putting her ass and pussy on someone else's members, as if they were tools of torture ...

***

Once everything collapsed. In one of the motels, where Lizel had a “point”, she was told that a client was waiting for her. Liesel must come to him naked - such is his desire.

Naked so naked; Lysel has long ceased to be ashamed of her nudity, which has become for her a working uniform. She defiled her naked down the corridor, not paying attention to the guests who pinched her on the way, and focused on the wild, shameless discharge of sexual energy that was waiting for her and the client.

When she entered the room, the client rose to meet her. Lysel screamed: it was Tonio Kayao ... Dazed by unrequited love, he decided to forget himself in the arms of selling love, and in anticipation of bitter bliss he relaxed with cognac.

The meeting shocked them both. Liesel did not know what to say, how to behave; suddenly she realized that she was standing before Tonio completely naked, and painful shame twisted her in a wild spasm. The fire of shame suddenly burnt a hole in the protective crust that covered her soul, and Lizel burst into tears, violently, wildly.She sat naked ass right on the floor and roared, feeling how crying sucks her into the abyss of hysteria, where everything that has accumulated in her ... she will be. It was a disaster, a complete fall, a complete, absolute zero ...

... Through crying she understood that someone had embraced her, picked her up from the floor, sat her on the bed, stroked her back, her head, said something ... She knew that it was Tonio - and every touch of him reminded me that he ALREADY KNOWS, and caused icy shame, which ejected new and new streams of tears ... Glass poked into her lips — Lysel opened her mouth and allowed to pour in a burning liquid; soft arms hugged her, pressed tightly to her chest, as once - her father ... and naked Liesel buried Tonio in her chest, pouring tears on his shirt, and he stroked her and said something.

... Gradually, soft strokes on the back, shoulders, head, gentle hair fingering did their job, and Lizel began to calm down. She suddenly realized that Tonio was telling her:

- ... And do not cry: everything will be fine. Now everything will be fine. I'll be with you. Will you let me be with you?

Liesel sighed deeply, deeply, as if emerging from the depths of weeping, lifted her head and looked at Tonio. He was close, very close ... All her clients were formally even closer to her - but she did not feel with them even a hundredth of the intimacy that vibrated between her and Tonio. And she was still ashamed, very ashamed. She said - the voice did not obey her:

- Here. Now you know. You know everything. You are ...

“I'm with you,” Tonio cut her off warningly. I now know and understand ... or rather, damn me, if I understand something! - like such a beauty, such a miracle, like you, like ... but you will tell me this - later, when you want ... And if you like ... But you do not want - do not, the main thing - I'm with you. I want you to feel this: I'm with you.

And Tonio again gently drew her to him. Liesel did not resist, plunging into the tender veil of caress, as in childhood; Tony's caress cured her, and she was grateful to him as much as she could not express. She knew only one way to express gratitude to a man ...

- Not. No, Liesel. I mean, we are ... we hardly know each other. Come on ... I would be very happy, of course, but ... come on, that THIS was our real desire, not ... Well, you understand ...

Liesel understood. For the first time in her life, she felt the joy of her own right not to fuck if there was no need. She felt like a free woman, not a slave to sex, but free and loved, and this feeling suddenly created a frenzied desire. But she suppressed him.

- Good. I understood, Tonio. You ... I know you're in love with me. We have nothing to hide, right? You know everything. Forgive me ... You did not know that I was, and fell in love. But now...

- Tell me. Why? Have you been sold? Are you a sex slave? Liesel, I want to know everything! ..

And naked Lizel, curled up at the feet of Tonio, told him everything. He talked for three or four hours, speaking for the first time in all this time, and felt how the bitterness that was eating her inside gradually evaporated, disappears into Tonio's sensitive eyes, and quiet calm replaces her.

Gradually, Lizel returned a sense of humor, and she painted one of her clients in colors - when she suddenly caught sight of Tonio, full of such shrill bitterness and tenderness, she stopped short and fell silent. Then she said:

- Sorry, Tonio. You...

- Can I kiss you?

- Of course. - And Liesel gratefully threw her arms around Tonio's neck, clinging to him with her lips.

As soon as her tongue penetrated his mouth and enveloped him with a sweet film, Liesel felt that her usual avalanche was taking her, and she could no longer stop. She decided to give Tonio everything that she had learned while she was a whore, and in a second Tonio was already moaning, dipping a dick in her wet pussy ...

The tenderness that overwhelmed Lizel gave sex a new, incredibly sweet and piercing taste; Liesel did not sit down on Tonio ferociously, as if on clients, but gently enveloped him with her body, soaking him warmly and giving him away to Tonio; she wanted to merge with him, to become closer, as close as possible, to remove all obstacles,to fuse with him into a single lump of trust and tenderness — and this desire filled her with a sharp, piercing, tender feeling that she had never known. Liesel fucked - and cried, crying from this feeling, squeezing herself into Tonio, as she had once squeezed into her father; she enveloped Tonio's dick with the walls of her pussy, like a gentle film, experienced his pleasure with him - and thought - “God, what a bliss! What have I lost! ... ”

It was so new and surprising that an orgasm brought new sobs from Lizel. Lysel howled, smearing Tonio with his juices and tears; happiness and gratitude flowed from her like a river, dissolving it in a delight that she had never known, and Tonio, close and dear, merged in this delight with her. From Lizel, as much seed as it has never poured out poured out - it was so excited ...

When they lay, hugging, and talked, talked tirelessly, Tonio said, as if by the way, as a joke:

“Bear in mind that if you sleep with someone after this, I will die.” So much for me.

***

- Mom, this is Lizel! She is agree! Agree!!! - from the threshold shouted Tonio, entering Liesel to his home.

- Tonio! Do not shout like that! Are you serious? Indeed? Senorina, I am so grateful to you! Tonio, poor thing, so cox, how toiled, just went crazy, - I was so sorry for the poor boy! And I am so glad that you took pity on him ... Oooh! Oooo! Well, now everything is clear. Tonio, be proud! and I, too, will be proud that such a beautiful woman has chosen our Tonio. You will not regret, senorina: Tonio has a heart of gold. And you keep quiet, when the older say! Oh, do not listen to me, senorina, I started talking about something, let's go and drink some wine. For such an event you have to drink! I heard from Tonio that you are a genius. It's true? I'm so glad! And then our Tonio is completely behind - he needs help with his studies so much ... And you keep quiet! Well, let's go, let's go to the table! ..

... Five years later, Lysel Kayao, assistant professor of mathematics, was walking around the conference room, having just read her sensational report on prostitution growth algorithms. Leaving her husband to fight back from the press, she went out to air - and, lost in her thoughts, accidentally ran into someone.

- Oh, senor, sorry!

- It is necessary to watch! ... Liesel?

Lizel stared at the ragged, painted face for a few seconds before she recognized Dolores.

- Oh well, what a fifa! Well, look at her! It goes and people do not notice! Well, your faithful regularly fucks you? I hope you even sometimes end up under it?

“Dolores, don't.” Do not. You are not like that.

Lysel was very ashamed - much more ashamed than five minutes ago, when she spoke things dry and scientific, shocking the scientific community in shock ...

- And what? It’s not good to forget old friends, senor professor! Lend your friend a fifty dollars, or else I’ll tell some people that Professor Liesel got up a couple of years ago ...

“Don't, Dolores.” I have already told everything.

- What did you tell? To whom?

- Everyone. All and all. On here, take it, - Lizel took out the two thousandth bill and handed it to Dolores. - Give when you can. And I have to go. Thank you for everything.

And Lysel turned to the conference room. Stunned Dolores looked after her.

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