Giving for money or it just happened
It's as hot as hell outside. It's +37°C here in Saratov. I'm in shock.
Just got back from my "walk" and want to brag a bit. It's a bit itchy between my legs, and there's an unpleasant lube from the condom in my butt.
I got up at 8 today, made breakfast for my hubby, and after sending him off to work, I turned on my "operational" SIM card. My daughter is on vacation at my husband's parents' place, and I have a day off, so I could hang out until lunch. I called Stasik, my former trainer from the gym. We met a couple of years ago when I bought a six-month membership at the sports complex and started going to workouts. Stas was my trainer, and from the very first sessions, he literally groped me all over, supposedly checking how my muscles worked under load. Since he was built like Apollo, I quickly let him know I wasn't against writhing under him. By the third session, I gave it to him. He took me to his little room, quickly bent me over his desk, and actively fucked me, alternating between my holes. From that day on, my sports training always started with a sexual warm-up.
I would go straight to his room, open it with my key, and call him on his cell. He'd show up, and we'd jump on each other. I was thrilled with him and let him do absolutely everything: he had me in every hole, came in my mouth, on my face; I licked not only his cock and balls but also his anus, something I'd never done for anyone before. Since he fucked me so well, for the first two months I even stopped all my side adventures, except, of course, for my boss at work (I was obligated to give it to him always and without extra questions). Stas, in turn, didn't miss a single new girl at the gym, but when he fucked me, he said they were all nuns compared to me. Later, besides him, several other guys from the gym also had me, but they were one-time things, and I didn't meet with them after my membership expired. But with Stas, I tried to stay in touch, especially on days when my girl wanted some affection. He, however, apparently already tired of me, often made excuses, and I had to literally force my body on him. What can you do?—he has a bunch of girlfriends at the gym, and even though I was no worse than them, the novelty of sensations took its toll.
— Hey Stas, I missed you, let's meet?" I cooed into the phone.
After long debates and attempts to postpone the meeting, my favorite jackhammer agreed to come to a sauna not far from his house. I booked a room for 1 hour and, anticipating first-class fucking, started waiting. But that jerk never showed up. Time ran out, and burning with resentment and the desire to bounce on a cock, I trudged home. On the way out, some guys stopped me, and since I was dressed like a girl going to meet a lover (like an easy girl), they asked:
— Oh, this one's cool. You done? Free?
— What do you mean?" I was surprised.
— How much for an hour?
Looking around, I saw two girls by the stairs who were clearly prostitutes and two more in a car with pimps. Then I realized they thought I was a prostitute. I never expected that could happen, but... Looking carefully at the two young guys, I noted that one was cute and the other didn't seem ugly either. Besides, right now I would have been ready to pay just to get fucked.
— The usual," I mumbled, barely audible, not even knowing how much that was.
— Three thousand, then? Okay, deal.
They took another girl, gave us each 3 thousand rubles, and headed to the room. The other girl gave the money to some woman, and I put mine in my purse.
What happened next is clear to everyone, I think: they fucked me and her however and wherever they wanted for a whole hour. There were no caresses or tenderness. No kisses, no sweet words. Just mechanical sex, and the guys didn't spare me; each of them pounded me like a miner, not caring at all about the consequences for my body. And although I got my share of pleasure and thrills, including from the spiciness of the whole situation, I probably won't dare such experiments again. I'm also very glad they didn't ask me and the other girl to pretend to be lesbians.
First, the less cute one chose me. He took me to the billiard room, to a sofa, and sprawled out on it. I got on my knees and started sucking. His club quickly hardened, after which, on his command, I rolled a condom onto it and got on all fours. Finally, I'm getting fucked, I thought when his cock entered my girl and started moving, giving me a lot of pleasure. After a while, he pulled it out and pressed it against my anus. Since he wasn't particularly gentle at first, it was uncomfortable. But soon my ring stretched, and I was fully swaying for the male (though "client" would be more appropriate) pounding me in the ass. He came in the rubber when his cock was deep in my butt; I enjoyed the last convulsive twitches of his cock and went to the shower. I wasn't allowed to rest, and as I came out of the stall, I was in the arms of the second guy. After fucking the other girl, he had come earlier, managed to recover, and now, naturally, wanted to switch girls.
— How do you want to do it with me?" I asked playfully.