How I Became an Oral Slut or How I Became a Macho — 4

After trying the anilingus that Ira performed, I completely lost my peace. I simultaneously felt like my mouth was very dirty, but at the same time, I wanted to do it again for Ira, for my Ira.

I confessed this to her through immense shame.

"Great! Then you'll be my asslicker! Just don't lick Masha, or I'll shame you online," Ira said, waving her cell phone as if to boast and remind me that she had filmed my oral ministrations back then.

"No, what are you talking about, I'm only for you," I reassured her, trying to find that same warm look she had when she was persuading me to perform cunnilingus, or maybe just to lick

pussy, and then to lick anus.

But Ira's look was no longer the same! It was full of steel, inviolability, and even arrogance.

"You'll be my oral whore now!" she spoke to me arrogantly, with a note of authority.

I nodded to her, understanding that abuse was starting from her side.

"You'll do what I tell you now," Ira continued instructing, "don't you dare lick Masha after me, when you lick her you must tell me, and I don't like that you lick her pussy at all."

"But she's my girlfriend," I said, surprised.

"Yeah," she shook her head with a smirk, "you're just her whore, she's using you like her personal waffler! Haven't you figured that out yet? I told you. And now you're waffling for me too," she laughed, "and you'll keep waffling if you don't want to be famous worldwide," she demonstrated her phone again.

"Why are you like this? I love you, you said you loved me too."

"Who? Me?" Ira laughed, "I love it when you polish me, not you, silly (this word 'silly' sounded quite sweet)."

"So we're not lovers?" I spread my hands.

"Dick-lovers," Ira laughed again, "you're just a whore! Anyone can give it to you in the mouth!"

"No," I replied.

"Whaaat?" she was surprised, and her look became angry, "what did you say?"

"I won't lick."

"Who? Me?"

"I will lick you! Because I love you."

"And Masha?" Ira squinted.

"She's my girlfriend."

"And me?"

"You're my mistress! Ira, stop it, come on, I'm not arguing."

"Stop what?" Ira got worked up, "are you completely stupid? You just licked me! Even polished my ass," she added, "polished it properly, you bitch, well done, and you'll polish it again!"

"Yes," I replied, "I'll kiss it, of course, and again."

"Enough, you've pissed me off," with these words, Ira pushed me out of the apartment.

After that, I still sometimes came over at Masha's calls and at Ira's calls. Both avoided each other, meaning I usually came to one when the other wasn't there. Since there was no other sex besides licking, I still understood that I was just licking these chicks and had become just an oral whore for them.

I did lick Masha's ass when I was doing cunnilingus, and she liked it, but I didn't tell Ira about it, while Ira usually resorted more to anilingus. They also demanded various gifts from me and sometimes outings, to the movies or the park, especially Masha loved these trips. She liked it when I licked her in crowded places, in the park bushes, in the movie theater public restroom during the show, and once even right during the movie, but usually it wasn't to orgasm, just as some kind of fetish of hers.

But Ira always tried to make me finish, of course. The girls became completely brazen and no one persuaded me anymore, but offered it as a matter of course. Sometimes Masha seemed to suspect something and asked if I had another girl, but I held on as best I could and denied having a mistress.

One evening, Ira called me and told me to come to the Shopping Center and wait for her at the entrance. She came out of the center, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek (by the way, she always greeted me like that, and I really liked it). She was with a friend named Nastya. Ira told me to follow them after introducing us.

"Here, Nastya, this is my lover," she chuckled slightly, "what do you think of him?"

"Yeah, not bad," she looked at me appraisingly.

From her look, I understood that Nastya was aware of who I was and what I did as Ira's lover. I hoped they wouldn't discuss me in front of me.

Suddenly, I heard a car alarm beep in the parking lot; Nastya had a remote in her hands. We approached a large, beautiful car and got in. I was put in the front passenger seat, Nastya was driving, and Ira sat in the back.

The car, with loud music playing, started and drove into some garage complex. We drove to a rather secluded spot.

Ira lit a cigarette and, getting out of the car, said in an almost commanding tone, "Polish her with all your heart."

Such rudeness completely stunned me. I looked at Nastya, who, without even looking at me, simply moved her seat all the way back and was already unzipping her jeans, having undone her belt.

Then, still not looking at me, she lifted her hips, pulled her jeans down to below her knees, and spread her quite beautiful legs.

Her pussy was smoothly shaved, no dangling or spread labia, instead just a beautiful slit and a small colored flower tattoo. There was a beautiful piercing on her navel.

Nastya, leaning back in the seat, glanced at me briefly and took my head with her hand.

Spreading her vulva with the fingers of her other hand, she pulled me down to her for licking, which is what I proceeded to do.

After playing a little with my tongue on her pussy slit, I carefully and slowly inserted my index finger into her pussy.

Nastya didn't say a word, just started breathing heavily, and her sighs were reflected in her stomach, which was breathing rapidly and pressing slightly against my temple.

I tried to make it as pleasant as possible for Nastya, gently and tenderly smacking her beautiful pussy.

Her clitoris was safely hidden under the folds, but I teased it through the hood, trying to stimulate it, while pressing my finger against the upper wall of her vagina.

After some time, Nastya started to thrust towards me, still holding my head with one hand, and with the other still spreading her lips with her fingers, offering her clitoris for stimulation.

The gearshift lever was pressing into my chest a bit, but I didn't change the pace for a second and continued to fuck her with my now two fingers and tease her clitoris with my tongue, waiting as her orgasm gradually approached, which finally came. She pressed my head between her legs, holding it face-down into the void, pressed her pussy against my cheek, and continued to come, still not saying a word, only breathing heavily and intermittently.

At that moment, while she was coming, I was pressed down face-first, looking at the car mat, at her two legs joined at the heels, the lowered jeans around her ankles and on the mat, on which lay beautiful, lacy red panties.

I realized that at that moment I had truly acted as an oral whore for a girl I didn't know at all, and she, completely coldly, as a client treats a whore, simply had me in her mouth and was now enjoying the climax of my licking.

After Nastya caught her breath, she released me and, still paying no attention to me, took out wet wipes, wiped her pussy, then opened the window a bit and called Ira into the car.

"Here," Nastya handed me a wet wipe, "wipe yourself." I took it and wiped my face.

At that time, Ira was already getting into the car.

"Well, how was it?" Ira asked one of us. I didn't answer anything, just shrugged.

"Well, he licks okay," Nastya answered somewhat dryly, pulling her jeans and underwear back on and fastening them, "he knows how, no doubt," she added, opening her wallet, which she took from her purse.

Taking out two thousand, she handed them to Ira, and looking at me, took out another five hundred rubles and handed them to me, "this is from me, a bonus." I took the money and put it in my pocket.

"Well, where to?" she addressed Ira.

"Let's take him to the square, let him go spend his bonus," Ira hugged me over the seat by the shoulders, "be in touch if anything," she now addressed me.

Of course, I understood what had happened and understood that I had just been sold as an oral whore, and I only nodded affirmatively to Ira.