Damn ... monthly came. My partner and I do not stop working on such days. Ask a friend of prostitutes, if you do not believe me - how to cope with this, I do not know, and we push a piece of cotton into the vagina. Naturally, secretly from the client. And after sex we run to the shower, pull out (the partner manages to pull out with two fingers, and I cling with a fingernail), thoroughly wash and shove a new piece, until the next client.

Today is Monday. I lay at work, and I have nothing to do scribbling - requests for continuation came to the soap. Today there was only one customer, such a pretty little man. Affectionate, clean, neat. And he gave money twice as much as it should, and finished quickly. Nyashka easy! Not that the Friday client ... Oh, I’ll tell you about him.

On Friday, my partner and I went to work in a cafe. There were very few people, and we sat without clients. A tipsy company approached the bar, asked something, and the barmaid pointed us out. A few minutes later, apparently, after consulting, the most sober delegate separated from the company and made an unsteady step towards us.

- We work?

- By itself, - the girlfriend is responsible for two. And begins to tell him the price.

- Yes, yes ... Ok. You, - nods in my direction, - let's go.

We leave from cafe, we go to the hotel rooms. As soon as they entered the room, the creature, having breathed a fair amount of fume on me, climbs to kiss. Having dodged with difficulty, I explain that I was already working, and I am not kissing. I have an unwritten rule - I can kiss only with the first client, when I haven’t done blowjob yet. And this one still climbs! Dodging again, under some plausible excuse. It seems calmed down.

He undressed for a long time. Confused in jeans, then it turned out that under the jeans there was also a tights. I, long undressed, lay down on the bed, holding the condom in my hand and placing a lubricant next to it. It is finished! It is divided! He fell on the bed, snorted. I quickly turned it over as I was comfortable, asked how much he offered to pay off immediately. Threw a thousand on the table. I looked at his dick, sighed - the best part is when the client is already standing, then it is simple to put a prezik on and finish pretty quickly. And this sausage looked so sluggish that my heart was bleeding from the idea of ​​how much I would have to raise it. With grief in half, pulled the gum, began to do blowjob. Slightly sucking, so that the condom does not jump off, I begin to gently lift. Running tongue over a member, swallowing accumulated saliva. Banana aroma and taste of grease in the mouth.

An expired condom once caught - it feels like a pickle in your mouth. After clients like this one, an inferiority complex develops. In my blowjob, without exaggeration, there is a queue. I do very well. I can take it completely, to its full length, skipping further into the throat. And at the same time tongue caress eggs. So few people can, but I can. And for such a blowjob, I take more, but people do not stint. Like peasants.

After half an hour of my stubbornness, the reluctance of the member to rise was overcome. More or less hardened. The client was delighted as if he had never stood before him. He jumped on me like a mountain goat, crushed under him. Quickly dripped lubricant on a finger, smeared the head of the penis. Entered sharply, roughly, almost fell on the skin between the vagina and the ass. Slid off where necessary only thanks to lubricant. Twitched for a long time. Nater me everything you can and can not. Gurgled that it was time to change the position, turned me with cancer, and as if from a run, drove my process in me. I got used to being rude from customers when they come across such “long-playing” ones — I try to just think about something of my own. Or consider the patterns on the bedspread. Or hum a song about yourself. But you never know what to do with brains! There would be a desire.

... he tore me about an hour.During this time, I managed to remember the entire repertoire I knew, to compose a rhyme and think over the menu for a Sunday dinner. I managed to miss the moment when the client had finished. You do not think that I lay a log. I mechanically move to the beat, hug, caress, sometimes even moan. Just learned to switch thoughts to another wave.

Having conducted this comrade, she laundered herself long in the shower, trying to wash off the dirt from the presence of another's body. I do not complain - I chose this road myself, and I do not repent - I like my work. Simply, as you know, each barrel of honey has its own fly in the ointment. Most of my guys are sweet, money and good lovers. And those who say to us that we are whores are in fact the same whores as we are. Because we do not carry money from the family, satisfying our lust. When I was 21, I bought everything I want, including the laptop I am typing on. Our state laid on people like me, big and fat. It thinks that we will break down, turn into reddish, fall down. But no. I am a prostitute, but I am a man, and I will not allow anyone to shit in my soul - whether it is a client or a casual acquaintance. As the partner says: “Never mind the head, take it in your mouth - you can spit it out!”

... And to everyone who read it, I want to wish good luck. And remember - no matter what situation you get into, even if you are eaten - you have at least two ways out!

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