How I was a prostitute
— Is this Sveta? — asked a pleasant male voice with a Caucasian accent.
— Yes. — I replied.
— Yes, I forgot to mention, there are a few of my friends here, I hope you don't mind, and don't worry, we'll pay extra.
As he said this, he stroked my thigh and I silently shrugged, indicating I had no major objections. We entered the house, where five Caucasian men were sitting at a table. I felt somewhat uneasy. Before I could say anything, one of those sitting (a stocky, bald man) said loudly:
— So Arsen brought the girl, well done.
Then he turned to me:
— What's your name, girl?
I stammered in confusion:
— Sveta.
— Ah, Sveta — lips for a blowjob.
Another one, tall, either stated or asked. The whole company roared with laughter. I stood there not knowing what to do. A young guy got up from the table, came over to me, walked around, and coming from behind, lifted my dress. Then he turned me by the shoulders and presented my ass to those sitting at the table. Everyone nodded approvingly, and meanwhile he began massaging my hole with his finger. My dick treacherously stiffened and hardened. The guy touched my dick with his other hand and said:
— Wow, she's not just interested in money. Come on, get over here.
And grabbing my arm, he threw me towards the table. I heard a command:
— On your knees, bitch.
Without even understanding who said it, deciding not to resist, I dropped to my knees, closing my eyes in shame. Immediately, a large, hot cock was thrust into my lips. I opened my mouth and the fucking began. It was hard to call it a blowjob; I was simply being fucked in the mouth. Strong hands held my head, and the cock was shoved in with such fury it felt like they wanted to pierce my skull with it. I tried to control the depth of penetration with my hands, for which I immediately received a ringing slap and a promise of physical violence if I touched the cock without permission again. And so I wouldn't have such thoughts, someone started holding my hands, twisting them behind my back. The fucking of my mouth didn't last long; literally after 3-4 minutes this primate ejaculated his seed into me. There was so much of it I was afraid I'd choke. Before I could even swallow it all, another cock was already being shoved into my mouth. The one holding my hands from behind lifted my dress, moved my panties aside, and lubricated my hole. I heard a voice from above:
— Come on, bitch, suck it yourself.
— Yes Arsen, yes fuck me, fuck me like a whore, I'm your bitch, spank me Arsenchik, darling, I want you to cum in me, yes, yes.
Arsen starts spanking my ass, my whole body convulses, I try to play along with my ass, squeezing my partner's cock, and then he drives it in full length and freezes. I feel a powerful stream hitting
inside. Arsen pulled out his cock, continuing to ejaculate; this stream landed right in my hole, and then, taking his cock in his hands, he began slapping his cockhead against my asshole. The sensations were so strong that I came. The spectators surrounding us shouted and clapped. I half-opened my eyes and saw the spectacle had aroused them; they stood around in a tight ring, their cocks erect towards me. I realized I wouldn't get off so easily now and my poor ass would be used at least five more times. I was wrong. All night and the next day I was on all fours or lying on my back with my legs wide apart. My asshole no longer contracted and absolutely didn't need lube. I lay on a couch in the middle of the room and didn't care who was fucking me or where. I just dumbly followed commands like:
— Bend over, turn around, open your mouth, spread your legs.
Only Arsen called me Sveta; all the others called me whore, slut, bitch, fucking cunt, etc. No one even thought about giving me pleasure; they simply shoved their cock into my ass or mouth without warning, satisfied their lust, and after shaking their sperm onto my clothes, went off to have more fun. During all this time, I lost count of the number of sexual acts performed on me (I lost track somewhere around twenty). New people (also Caucasians) constantly arrived; they were offered me as dessert, and no one refused. Several times I fell asleep and woke up because someone was fucking me. The entire couch was soaked in cum. During all this time, no less than a bucket of sperm had been poured into me and just as much smeared over my face and body. The sperm dried and unpleasantly pulled at my skin, but I no longer paid attention to such trifles. Once they even fucked me with a champagne bottle; they drove it into me until I came. The climax of this bacchanalia was a black Great Dane. They brought it into the room and ordered me to get on all fours on the floor. The dog didn't hesitate for long; jumping on me, he poked his cock between my buttocks a bit, then found the right spot and began fucking me like a bitch in heat. The dog's cum somewhat surprised and frightened me. First, his cock began to swell inside, then a powerful stream of his sperm hit. It kept flowing and flowing. When the dog pulled his cock out of me with a characteristic smack, his cum poured from my asshole like from a punctured milk carton. Those standing around were pleased; they had realized all their fantasies and now intended to let me go. As payment for the work, they inserted three hundred dollars rolled into a tube into my ass, and each also threw a tip of 20-50 dollars into the puddle of dog sperm.
Humiliated, with swollen lips and a stretched ass, covered from head to toe in sperm, I knelt over the puddle of dog sperm, still dripping from my asshole, with the tube of bucks inserted. I felt so sorry for myself as never before. My legs gave way, I sat down in the dog sperm, pulled my knees up, covered my face with my hands, and sobbed. Someone patted my cheek and said:
— Don't whine, little slut, this is your job. You knew what you were getting into and got paid for it. Be thankful we didn't piss on you or throw you to the construction workers for a round.
Sobbing, I got on all fours; the money fell out of my burning, fucked-out ass. I picked up my salary and gathered the tips lying in the puddle of sperm. From the table, someone shouted:
— Go wash up, you whore.
Ignoring it, slipping on the splattered sperm, I began gathering my clothes scattered on the floor. Gathering the bundle of clothes, I pressed it to my chest and, continuing to sob, asked them to call me a taxi.
A murmur arose:
— Where do you think you're going? Are we supposed to clean up after you? Wipe everything up, quick!
I pitifully asked for a rag. To which I got the answer:
— We don't have rags; only whores come here in rags.
Understanding there was no other way, to approving jeers, I began wiping the sperm splattered on the floor with my clothes.
Arsen came over and said he'd give me a lift. I asked to use the toilet; they pointed to the second floor. I trudged in the indicated direction, vaguely aware of what had happened. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks; there was a squelching between my buttocks. When I entered the bathroom, I saw in the full-wall mirror a humiliated, fucked-out whore with scraped knees and makeup running from sperm and tears, one hand pressing a bundle of pissed-on clothes to her chest, the other holding sperm-smeared money. Sitting on the toilet, I burst into tears again, covering my face with my hands. A male voice interrupted me:
— Well, what's up, slut? Suck for the road.
Without removing my hands from my face, I moaned:
— Just leave me alone already!
Immediately followed a slap and a hoarse roar:
— What, you fucking bitch, forgot who you are?! I'll remind you quick! Open your mouth, scum.
And he tore my hands from my face; I helplessly opened my mouth. So I sat on the toilet, pressing a bundle of pissed-on clothes to my chest, crying, relieving myself, and squeezing the remnants of sperm from my ass, waiting for the next animal to satisfy itself by fucking my mouth. After cumming, he wiped his cockhead on my cheek and left. Arsen came in:
— What are you sitting for? Waiting for the guys to get horny again and put you on all fours for another three hours? Get dressed quick and come out, the car's in the yard.
I pulled on the wet dress, threw my panties and stockings on the floor (they were just rags), took my bra in my hands, put on my sandals, and went to the exit. The whole way back I looked out the window and cried; Arsen was silent. He walked me to the apartment, helped me open the door, and left. I climbed into the bathtub, turned on the shower, and cried for another hour. How to live on? I'm no longer a woman who brings men satisfaction, but a slut, a dirty whore. Who would want to lie in bed with me when they find out that for a day and a night a crowd of ape-like males fucked me like some doll and that a Great Dane pumped my ass full of sperm?! Without drying off, I made it to the bed and fell asleep.
For another week, I didn't even have a thought about sex. I could fully clench my ass only after a day. The smell of sperm pursued me everywhere. And I kept having the same dream: I'm in a dimly lit room, on all fours in a puddle of sperm, a huge dog is fucking my ass, and a big brute holds me by the hair and hits my lips with his cock, cumming on my face every minute. And in the corner stands Arsen, his left hand holding his divine phallus, his right hand beckoning me to him. I desperately want to go, or rather crawl, to him and suck that perfection, lick his balls, caress the head with my tongue in the hope that he will deign to enter me. But all my attempts are in vain; I can't break free from the brute's grip, and the dog growls threateningly; my hands and knees don't obey and constantly slip in the sperm.
While my ass was sore, this dream was tolerable, but a week passed, I calmed down. Everything that happened seemed so distant and far-fetched that after each dream I woke up with a stiff dick and an incredible desire to meet Arsen. Another week later, I called him. He recognized me and, after listening to my incoherent plea for a meeting, came over. I greeted him in full regalia; I had never been so beautiful and seductive. I was wearing expensive lingerie (bought with the dollars earned by my ass) and a long, tight-fitting dress. We were both very aroused. I thought he would disdain me and, treating me like a whore, limit himself to a simple fuck, but that wasn't the case. It was a night of real love; that night I experienced a female multiple wave orgasm for the first time. Now he's my favorite fucker; to this day, no one has fucked me better than him. He never once mentioned the circumstances of our meeting, but I know my place — with him, I'm always an obedient girl-whore, and he's the male-master.
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