How I Became a Whore or How I Became a Macho Man — 3
Maria was a former prostitute who had worked on outcalls for more than two years, but now, having built up a client base, she had become an independent escort and was considered a more stately escort, working for herself, though still under protection. She dreamed of her own apartment and diligently saved money, not sparing herself, so she rented an apartment together with her friend Ira and worked herself to the bone. Ira knew what Masha did, but did not judge her, although she was disgusted by the profession.
Maria was riding the subway and sinking into memories from two months ago.
Back then, she had decided to buy herself a floor lamp and a nightstand at the department store. After choosing and paying for the items at the checkout,
she was pushing a cart with boxes to the parking lot where taxis wait.The cart, admittedly, turned out to be heavier than she had imagined, and she struggled to turn it around the corners of the mall.
As a logical outcome, she ended up bumping into one of the distracted shoppers, hitting his legs with the cart.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Maria apologized to the young man. "It was an accident."
"It happens," the young man smiled at her. "Need any help?"
"I'd be grateful," Maria said happily.
The young man took the cart and pushed it along the route indicated by his new acquaintance, who he immediately liked very much in appearance, and generally, the sparkle in her eyes captivated him in some way unknown to him.
He walked and didn't even know her name, but he didn't dare ask her. For some reason, this guy was unusually shy around his new companion.
Maria noticed how his eyes devoured her with greedy, lustful looks.
The new companion, who silently forgot where he was going, precisely followed her instructions, and she, noticing his slight embarrassment, grew a bit bolder and, playing around, asked him to detour into one clothing department, then another, and asked him to wait for her at the entrance with the cart while she browsed women's outfits, occasionally throwing playful glances at him, smiling and flirting.
Maria watched him and was surprised by his patience. What a nice guy, Maria thought, I wish I had a husband like that—but she just didn't want a serious relationship yet. She had more than enough sex, and attention too, but there was something she really liked about this guy, and she didn't want to let him slip away, so she turned to him with another request.
"Could you help me with one more thing?" she asked him as they approached the taxis.
"Of course," the guy replied, without even asking what the request would be.
"Help me transport these boxes home," Maria looked at him playfully and pleadingly. "I can't ask a taxi driver. I don't trust them." She said this specifically to boost her new companion's self-esteem and emphasize that she trusted him, which apparently worked.
"Yes," the guy answered. "Of course, with pleasure."
After that, they loaded the boxes into a taxi, arrived at the address where Maria rented the apartment, and together carried them up, placing them in the room.
"Come in, take off your shoes," Maria said. "I'll make you some tea."
"No need," the guy said, slightly embarrassed.
"No 'no need'," Maria cut him off.
They went into the kitchen.
"Maybe you could help me assemble the nightstand?" Maria grew bold again, wanting to keep him with her longer. "Or do you not have time?"
"Actually, I'm already late everywhere I could be, so I'm completely at your disposal," the guy replied unusually gallantly and smiled charismatically. "And I'll have tea later, because it's hard to crawl on your knees with a full stomach." This phrase made both of them smile, and a slight embarrassment appeared on his face, showing a faint blush on his cheeks.
Maria, due to her experience, knew how to flirt and take control of the situation. And here was this guy, like putty—take him and mold whatever and whoever you need—compliant, obliging, polite, with no rudeness or, as you might say, boorishness.
The guy looked at Maria with somewhat lovestruck eyes, and Maria, of course, had already read that in his eyes. Maria clearly wanted to somehow thank him after an hour of deciphering the instructions, the nightstand was finally assembled, and she also wanted to attach him to herself.
He would make such a good friend, Maria thought about him, and she didn't have a steady boyfriend anyway, though it wouldn't hurt for status.
"I have some good cognac," Maria suggested to the guy, inviting him to the kitchen. "Will you have a drink?"
"If you don't mind, then of course I'd drink with you," the guy replied obligingly again.
"Well, that's nice," Maria poured two shots. "Well, to our acquaintance, I guess."
"Yes," the guy answered and, clinking glasses, drank.
Maria laughed.
"And we don't even know each other's names, yet we're drinking to our acquaintance." The guy also laughed and gave his name after hearing Maria's. Maria decided to make him fall in love with her, and naturally, girls like her attach and make such guys fall in love usually through sex, and in that, she was a pro.
She understood he was modest and wouldn't dare kiss her first, or she'd have to wait a long time for it, so she herself suggested drinking to a friendly 'bruderschaft'—that is, a little kiss without tongue, just on the lips (she explained playfully).
The guy became embarrassed but didn't dare refuse, and generally, it was clear he hadn't even expected such happiness. After drinking to the friendly 'bruderschaft,' they merged into a kiss, a kiss with tongue, initiated, of course, by Maria. The guy began kissing her passionately on the lips, then on the neck, then on the upper chest and shoulders, but he apparently couldn't allow himself to go further, either out of shyness or because she was wearing a tank top. But that he was aiming lower, the experienced Maria immediately figured out, and understanding she wouldn't wait for his bold actions, she herself pulled her tank top off over her head, remaining in her skirt and a beautiful lace bra, giving access to continue the French kiss—the kiss of the body.
The guy bent down and, stroking her chest, began to expose it, pulling down the bra and, gently nibbling, started teasing her nipple with his tongue.
Maria interpreted this as a hint at cunnilingus and, of course, was not against it. Placing her hand on his head, she began to gently stroke him and arch from his caresses. The guy was already on his knees between her spread legs and continued to lower his kisses further down.
Reaching her skirt, he lifted it, sliding upward. Maria caught it and helped pull it up, moving her pelvis toward the guy, hinting that he was doing everything right!
Next, Maria felt his breath on her panties, which covered her pussy and were already partially wet from arousal.
Of course, practically every client performed cunnilingus on her, but it was never like this; she mostly faked pleasure, enduring their slobbery mouths. But here, the guy was so tenderly and even timidly making his way to his goal that it was actually turning her on, and IMPORTANTLY, without her help or hints, he didn't even dare take the next step.
So, until Maria herself moved her panties aside with her hand, he simply but tenderly continued covering the inner part of her thigh, the panties themselves, the skin near her labia, and her pubic area with kisses.
Maria, unable to wait any longer, with one hand moved her panties aside, holding them with her fingers clenched in a fist, and with the other stroked his head, making forward movements of his head toward her pussy, which tenderly accepted his caresses, releasing a fairly large amount of lubrication.
"Let's go to the room," Maria suggested.
"Let's go," the guy answered and, getting up from his knees, followed her.
"Are you fucking crazy?" she began scolding him angrily and displeased. "Have you lost your mind? You fucking came inside me, you idiot!"
From such a barrage of swear words, the guy was stunned and began to apologize.
"I didn't mean to, I couldn't hold back, you're just so very beautiful," the guy justified himself.
"Move away," Maria got up displeased and went to the bathroom to perform the procedure that made pregnancy impossible. Pregnancy was completely out of place for Maria, and she had known him for just over three hours. She was, of course, dissatisfied, also because the pleasure she was receiving had to be interrupted by a trip to the bathroom, but one thing she understood clearly—he was under her power! He didn't even object to her insults; she dominated him and would now continue this by lassoing him and defining him as an obliging boyfriend.
"You'll have to somehow atone for your guilt," she said, entering the room and standing with her legs wide apart, placing her hands on her hips. "Come on, lick up to your queen now," and she playfully winked.
The guy, without delay, crawled over to Maria and pressed his lips to her beautiful, shaved pussy, licking and sucking all the folds of her bud.
"Lick my ass, sweetie," Masha asked, deciding to further train him "to heel," or more precisely, to her holes.
"I probably can't," the guy uttered this phrase somewhat guiltily.
"Okay, don't," deciding not to push it, Maria continued to receive unearthly pleasure from the skillful and yet completely inexperienced oral from a guy practically unknown to her.
After that, he became a frequent evening guest, helped her with everything, came at the first call, but penetrative sex with his penis inside her somehow never really happened, while cunnilingus was always there (that's how she kept him). So, regular sex completely disappeared from their routine. And the fact that in a couple, one sucks off the other immediately puts the dots over the I, that is, defines who is who. By the way, she never gave him a blowjob, not even once, although she was completely not against it. Maria boasted about her unusual boyfriend and their interesting sex to her apartment neighbor Irka, who jokingly, but with envy in her eyes, called her a bitch.