How I Became a Whore or How I Became a Macho Man — 5
After dropping me off at the square, Ira also got out of the car and handed me a thousand rubles, which was exactly half of the amount I had just earned as an oral whore. Nastya didn't even say "bye" to me, which of course hurt because I had tried my best.
— Good boy — Ira patted me on the shoulder and seemed to want to give me a customary kiss on the cheek, but then thought better of it, realizing Nastya might be watching, and pulled away.
— Alright, let's go. See you — saying this, Ira got into the front passenger seat, where I had been sitting, slammed the door, and smiled at me once more.
The car drove off, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Later that evening, Ira called me
/> — What are you up to?— Nothing — I replied — Just sitting at home.
— Come out to the store, Nastya will pick you up now.
— Okay — I responded, no longer daring to object, and frankly, the money wasn't unwelcome.
Of course, I didn't want to earn money this way, but the cash that appeared in my pocket was nice, and I should add that for those times, it was a fairly decent amount, even if it was only half.
When I left the house and approached the store, I saw Nastya's now-familiar, fully tinted SUV.
The SUV flashed its headlights at me, and understanding it was for me, I approached the car and opened the front passenger door. However, the seat was occupied by a striking stranger with sunglasses on, even though it was already evening. The glasses emphasized her high status and suited her very well.
— In the back — I heard Nastya's voice, who was peeking at me from behind the stranger. Her voice was cold and even sent a shiver down my spine.
I obeyed, closed the door, and opened the back door, where I saw another girl sitting half-turned towards me, beckoning invitingly with her hand.
— Come in, sweetie — she said, smiling coldly but somehow sweetly.
I climbed in and closed the door. The car started moving, and we drove off, but I didn't know where we were going, though I understood why.
The girl in the back seat, completely unashamed of me, lifted her wide, below-the-knee skirt, took off her panties, placed them beside her, and leaning back against the seat for comfort, thrust her pussy forward, bracing one knee against the side of Nastya's driver's seat and the other between the front seats. Then she looked at me questioningly and said,
— Do you need a special invitation? — still smiling coldly but sweetly, the stranger said.
— It's all paid for — I heard Nastya's voice addressing me, not taking her eyes off the road as she continued driving. Her gorgeous neighbor in the front seat didn't even turn towards me.
I, of course, understood everything and, leaning over her thigh, began to lick her vulva. But it was quite awkward, as my tongue could practically only reach her clitoris. For convenience, I even climbed onto the seat on my knees, having first taken off my shoes.
— Wow, you're quite nimble — the stranger approvingly stroked my back and head.
It became much easier for me to lick her by raising my ass up and lowering my head as needed.
— Fucking hell, he licks well, you bitch — the stranger continued to admire my skills.
— You're crazy — I heard the voice of the other, gorgeous stranger.
Her voice was somehow velvety and very pleasant to the ear.
— Can't wait, huh, bitch?
— Let him lick while we're driving — my stranger seemed to justify herself — It's fucking awesome! Admit it, Yul — I realized that this awesome chick in the front seat was indeed Yulia.
— Why waste time? It's good for me, and he's busy — the stranger continued, as if bragging — It's paid for, after all.
I continued polishing her pussy, but not in my usual position or licking from bottom to top; instead, I was licking almost from top to bottom and slightly to the side.
Blood began rushing to my head, and it became increasingly difficult to stay in that position, but I was somehow too shy to say anything, though from the stranger's behavior, I understood that I was just lying there for her pleasure, and she wasn't planning to come.
She just liked it that way. Her ass was sunk into the seat, and I couldn't even help myself with a finger because the seat was in the way from below and my face from above. So I continued licking upwards until the car stopped.
— Enough! Stop! — the stranger made a dismissive gesture for me to stop — We're here.
We got out of the car, and I saw a sign that said "SAUNA." We went inside, paid for a four-hour sauna session at the reception, and entered the sauna area.
The girl at the reception watched me with a very curious look. She probably thought I had brought three prostitutes to the sauna, but what gave it away was, first, that I didn't pay for the sauna, and second, their clothing and stature were very different from mine. Moreover, they acted like they owned the place, which couldn't be said about me, as I was brought to the sauna for the first time like a whore.
Once in the sauna, my stranger, whom I had been licking the whole way, immediately dragged me into the massage room. There, she climbed onto the massage table, took off all her clothes, and invitingly suggested I continue licking her, which I proceeded to do.
After a rather prolonged licking session, she commanded me to undress and fuck her.
I gladly took off my clothes, inserted my hard, woman-hungry cock into her vulva.
During intercourse, I tried to distract myself and think about things unrelated to sex, thereby delaying my orgasm, which was practically knocking at the door.
When she came, I also came, spilling my love juice on the floor. Kneeling down, I lay my cheek on her pubic area. She lay with her head thrown back, breathing heavily and stroking my head.
— Super, you have a great future — she said, looking at the ceiling — Today won't be easy for you; I'm very hungry and greedy for licking, and you suck amazingly.
Then we went into the main room, where I saw Nastya and Yulia's clothes, taken off and neatly laid out, but they themselves were not there.
My stranger poured us each a glass of wine, drank hers, and suggested we go to the steam room. In the steam room, I saw both girls, who were completely naked.
— Get the fuck out of here! — Nastya yelled at me — Get the fuck out to the massage room, you bitch, and don't show your face!
— Lena, are you fucking crazy? Why did you bring him here? — as I understood, she was now addressing my stranger, whose name was apparently Lena.
— Let him wash up, the whore — she replied cheerfully.
— Let him wash up alone after us — said Nastya.
— Hey, you — Nastya shouted — you little fucker, get over here — as I was walking away from the steam room, I understood this was addressed to me.
I approached the glass door and, not daring to enter, with my face lowered, asked,
— Are you talking to me?
— Yes — I heard the same cold and haughty voice of Nastya — There's toothpaste there! Brush your teeth, rinse your mouth, and wash up while we're here under the shower, and wait for me, you whore! Understood? — Nastya asked again.
— Yes — I replied and went to carry out the given instructions. Meanwhile, my phone was ringing off the hook with calls from Masha.