they are to me, but I looked around and put them in the pocket of my jumpsuit.

I washed as usual, not just good, but - fuck!

The pelt returned from the client's room. Smiled at me. Dick knows what's on her mind. Imagine, I used to drop a round sum over the night with her, without any problems, and now ... she gave me a tip, a miserable weave, and I was ready to piss for happiness. Such a whole non-paramount one comes up to me, in chic clothes at a cost like 10 of my salaries, near the car, like 1000 of my salaries, and it makes me weave! With a smile so malicious. At the pier, poor thing, hold on. "Do not zhide, scum, give more!" - I shouted mentally. But she wagged her ass, got behind the wheel and, with a wink at me, drove away. And I remained standing, experiencing the twentieth stage of humiliation.

What did I do that turned the fortune away from me? Where did you go wrong? In a half-asleep delirium after an exhausting working day, various thoughts came to my head, and suddenly, I think I understood! I had a small feature, I loved the women in my mouth to piss. Insert her dick in the throat and ssysh. The buzz is incredible. Straight away. And there she is choking, tears from her eyes, the gag reflex barely holds back, and I chuckling impertinently, squeezing out all the supplies of golden rain. And then also fuck her without removing the penis from the mouth. Ebu tough, she sips, smacking, trying to break free, I clasp her head with palms on the back of my head and hold her tight to me - deprive of oxygen. I finish. Then I make the whore crawl to the bathroom on all fours and rinse her with cold water like a horse. Some girls from such treatment just dragged.

But, if objectively, then I can not be this punishment for it. Or was there something else? And everything in the complex turned out that I now seize the grief. I have long been a slave to dream. Not so, of course, to the medieval, but modern, preferably from beautiful people, and best of all from a wealthy girl. Dreamed right to shiver. Then, it is true, she got sick. But no, fate did not punish me for this, but for the fact that I betrayed my love! Yes! This is a very, very long and tedious story. Once I, the girl who loved me, gave me as a live gift to my friend for the night. That's what a fucking fiend I am!

Ok, pretty self-searching. It's time to talk about something joyful.

Recently, a woman came to us to the sink. Young, but fucking scary. Thick, pimply and with always matted hair. Under her four days could not pick up a jumpsuit, so shapeless was her carcass. Called - Nadia. Though outwardly I would have been more attractive to an African crocodile, but Nadya turned out to be cheerful and friendly, and I loved people very much. She talked a lot and even seemed to say some clever things. And from the very first day she sunk it on me. Something I liked this "beauty." At first I was a little confused, because I could never imagine that instead of slender and beautiful girls, I would be friends with a piece of walking sweaty fat. And it caused me different feelings: on the one hand, the genuine attention of another person - I was flattered, on the other hand - from this person I was puffed up.

As you already guessed, quite a few days passed, and I stuck it to this cow. That day I saw enough of all sorts of cool chicks, with which I washed the car, and my cock just smoked.

Fuck me this slut with extreme cruelty. Fuck like last time. Eb covered his head with a pillow. And she almost cried from pleasure. Cunt was surprisingly narrow, apparently the member was in her a rare guest, and she met me with comfort. It’s good that in the back room you can be left alone for a while: one of my colleagues always comes. Having shot a white bullet of liquid substance at it, I got up and left. Like a real male. My self-esteem increased a little, and for joy I began to hum some song.

But fate threw me another gift: this fucking slut in love with me! And I don't need it like that. I started to make the bed in the morning, look with adoration, and, of course, eat cooking.But she began to pester openly, not embarrassed even by her colleagues. It enraged me! Monster fucking! Well, sorry for her, stinky, on the one hand, on the other - would have strangled. If I were a grandmother, I would not even look at her. And what do you want me to do? On the other hand - well, dick with her! I will amuse my vanity at her expense. On bezrybe and pig - pike.

But then she was kicked out. As the boss said: "fat fucking did a poor job." In general, for me it was not a discovery: she washed one car twice as long as everything. So my boss unknowingly deprived me, let the bad, but fuck. With the departure of Nadia, I again began to masturbate. All masturbate, masturbate and me. I see nothing bad in a handjob; on the contrary, this is a very pleasant and useful occupation. And most importantly - it is convenient and practical. Baba will not be able to fuck anywhere, you need at least a quiet place and a comfortable position in order to put her and spread her legs, and you can even jerk off somewhere. Although standing around the corner, in the intervals between the queue for bathing, at least during tea drinking, at least quietly under the sheet, while guest workers snore on the next beds.

Speaking of gastorbytyrah ... or whatever they are there ... I'm now a guest worker himself. No different from Tajik or Uzbek or Romanian. I’m a goof Russian “Vanka”, who drove all his money into ebany bitcoin and famously sifted through them. Tajiks and Uzbeks are even freer people than me. They can go to their homeland, in their village. There they are waiting for busty and baleen women and a lot of children. Poverty is terrible, of course, but they have a house there. And I have no home. Sisyastoy women either. There is only a dick and two hands. Even my passport is with my boss, who just won't give it to me. In short, I was lost. But it could be all different! Bitch! How sometimes all the same unbearable. Self-awareness of a chode is like a blow to the head with a hammer. Yes, it tickles my nerves, yes it is acute, and sometimes such helplessness even excites my masochistic soul, but still it is unbearable. I cannot say “stop” and make my life become the same. I can do very little. And the hand and stretches to the dick, when I think about all this. Here is the paradoxical nature!

On a warm summer evening, I got out of the car wash, walked around it and hid in the backyard. There was a gazebo for customers, but at that hour there was no one in it. I sat down on a bench, looked at the sunset and instantly fell into a trance. Mechanically, I looked around, and unzipped my fly. He took out a member and, as in that song, he cried and jerked off. It was surprisingly sad, and at the same time I experienced burning pleasure. I cannot give you the whole gamut of feelings, by virtue of my meager stock of words. The earth was waiting for my sperm, and in anticipation I rolled my eyes. It was a blessing. Yes - to be a sucker-loser - this is mine. I like it. Apparently I went to the edge of the small.

And a minute later, when I heard the sound of Yana's heels, I did not remove my hand from the member. I proudly continued to masturbate, reveling in their shamelessness! Then came the moment that I had always feared and at the same time I always wanted very much: a handjob in front of the one I like. Although I can not fuck her, but please jerk at her - please! This is also a kind of sexual intercourse.

"Here, whore, look!" - I thought, looking at her.

I wanted to get on my knees, and I immediately rolled off the bench.

Jan went to the gazebo full of bewilderment, and I looked into her eyes and jerked more and more intensely.

That sweet moment has arrived, when you realize that an orgasm is already inevitable, and at that moment Jan came up with a question:

- What are you doing, fucking ?!

- Fuck jerk off! - I growled, and the sperm lay a meter from her legs. Yana did not expect such impudence, and made a surprised face, whose appearance gave me even more pleasure.

The cum on the dusty gazebos was like a final signature on my status as a sucker-loser. Yana understood this with me. And I was neither hurt nor sad! Internally, I was already laughing at everything. I am exalted! I do not know how, but I will definitely get out of this asshole. I have eliminated all the complexes from myself, all my shame, and I am not afraid anymore, and this is the first step on the road to great achievements!