Germany

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Well, that damned day has come. I never closed my eyes, tossing from side to side. Especially I was hampered by the cork in the pope, which delivers discomfort, but I honestly left it in the pope, without even pulling it out once, because I didn’t leave much of it. Towards morning I didn’t sleep off, having overslept the departure of both my husband and his uncle. On the kitchen table, I found a note in which Andrew, my husband, wished me a good day and, at the end, pledged my love. Yes, I thought, luck will definitely not hurt me today, but my husband would hardly have wished her if he knew where I was going to work. Everything was falling out of my hands, and I couldn’t occupy myself with anything, wrinkling with foolishness and all the time thinking about what awaits me today in the fucking brothel. I again decided to take a walk not far from the house, and left the house. Having walked in the nearest park, I killed an hour, but I still had five hours before the working day began, and I went to the cafe, ordering ice cream, pomegranate juice and a cup of instant coffee. There I killed another hour, not knowing what to do, when suddenly a call from my boss arrived on my mobile phone. Having picked up the phone, I heard his demand to clean the stomach with an enema half an hour before leaving the house, and at work he was waiting for me at 5.00 pm to prepare me and give instructions on how to behave and what to do, because today is my first working day, and , so that the first pancake did not come out lumpy. To some extent, this made me happy, I was already beating a fever from the heavy expectations of the unknown, and I wanted, oddly enough, to find myself there as soon as possible.

I tried not to think about what was waiting for me in a brothel, but the closer my turnout came to the brothel on the first working day, my heart began to pound like mad, because in the most horrible dream I could not see my shame - I am a prostitute! I, who received a red diploma after graduation, I, who had only one man before my arrival in Germany, my husband, and now I signed a contract according to which I officially became a prostitute, I even already had one client — the brothel owner himself, in a few hours, the visitors to this brothel will tear me, and the point of no return will be passed. It was possible, of course, not to go to the brothel and send Siegfried to hell, but my very stay in Germany was already at stake, from which I would have been kicked out in disgrace, and I would have divorced Andrey, since he would not tolerate his wife -prostitute But I had to think earlier, even before Siegfried told me, and before I signed the contract for work for three months.

Then, perhaps, I would have avoided the shameful fate of being a prostitute, but my future owner was very cunning and achieved the fact that he joined the ranks of his dear prostitutes with another prostushka who would carry him golden eggs. My fists clenched in outrage and anger, and I gritted my teeth, but what's done is done, the train has already gone. Having made myself an enema, I cleaned my stomach thoroughly, got dressed and went to a brothel, found myself there half an hour before the appointed time, which greatly pleased Siegfried, who hugged me and told me to go to her room. I went into the room, and not having time to get comfortable, the boss showed up to me, joyfully saying to me that he would strip naked and put on the chic linen that he had brought in the box. When I undressed, he bent me in the back, forcing me to become a cancer, and pulled out the cork that bothered me from my ass. As soon as the cork left my ass, there was a loud indecent bang, which is why I sat down with shame, and the boss burst out laughing, loudly slapping my ass.

“Well done, you didn’t take off the cork, and now wear this underwear,” he handed me a box containing a set of lovely lace underwear, consisting of white panties, bra, and stockings with garters, fastened on a luxurious belt. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring myself with my own view — if I were a man, I would have attacked this sexy little doll, looking at me from a mirror, and I would simply rape it. A sly Siegfried, seeing my admiration, gently hugged me and in a tone that does not tolerate objections, saying that I need to put on bright red lipstick on my lips, and nothing more, his clients will be delighted with me. He lightly slapped me on the pope and said that in five minutes was below, without changing anything in his appearance. Father and son will wait for me, who came an hour ahead of time, “Well, even better, we will earn more,” the boss said happily. - Do not be afraid, the father wants to marry his son, and he, it turns out, a virgin, complained to his father that he disgraced before his bride on the wedding night, so the father decided that his son should become a man with the help of a sexually-minded girl teach sex of his beloved son without any obligations. And since he sometimes comes over here, he expressed a desire to conduct sex training for his son here.

He took a catalog with photos of my girls and showed him to his son, and he, having scrolled through it, chose you, especially after he learned that this is your first day at this job, that you are married, and that he will become your first client, and after her husband the second man. He can not wait to see you, he, as his father said, was exhausted from waiting for a meeting with you, so be gentle and helpful with him, my beautiful, I really hope for you, try to make them satisfied with you. Do not be afraid, the son will be with you alone, but the father will watch you, of course, his son does not know about it, and you behave naturally too. In addition, I allowed this kid not to wear a condom, as he is your first client, well, you drink a pill for a hormonal contraceptive so that you don’t fly in when he finishes you. In general, my dear, teach him the intricacies of sex like a geisha, and he, like his father, will become our regular customer. Good luck, honey, I hope that you will become my favorite and dearest girl.

He gently kissed me on the lips, gently squeezing my buttocks with his hands and left. I smeared my lips with bright red lipstick, which was not smeared with kisses, besides, it had a very pleasant strawberry flavor, my husband adored her, so kissed my lips that I completely licked it. I went downstairs with a sinking heart, where my father and son and my boss were already waiting for me. The son was very similar in appearance to Enrique Iglesias, and his father was about 40 years old, he looked like a brutal macho, being very fit, probably paying a lot of time to his physical form. The son went outwardly to his father, even exceeding his beauty, but he was youthfully slender, still on the verge of growing up, and rather reminded the boy than the young man, and I felt ashamed that I would seduce him. But I remembered that he is 20 years old and he is only a year younger than me!

On the other hand, I was deeply grateful to the boss for a gift in the form of such a first client. My gloomy mood lifted, and with a smile I welcomed the boy reddened with embarrassment and his father, who was delighted to study my charms, covered only with transparent linen, took him by the arm and led him to her room. The boy was embarrassed and looked down, and I began to release him from his clothes. At first, he stood like an idol, but he undressed himself further, and without taking off his panties, he hugged me, gently kissing my lips. He was so sweet and defenseless that he wanted to be defended as a child, but I remembered my task and dug into his lips with a passionate kiss, pressing his young but strong, hot body to my side, clearly feeling his cock tearing from my underpants. Looking up from his lips, I sat down and pulled his pants down to his knees, and his dick jumped out of captivity and with a delay hit my lips like a live spring swinging in front of my face.

He apologized, grabbing his treasure with both hands, otherwise you will not call him, because he was, despite his boyish physique, of quite impressive size - not less than 23 cm in length and 6 cm in girth, so he could not hide it from me ...