How I Became a Whore or How I Became a Macho Man — 7

When the girls went into the steam room, Lena climbed out of the pool and, wiggling her bare bottom, slipped into the relaxation room and returned with two glasses of wine.

She sat on the edge of the pool, dipping her legs into the water. I swam up to her between her spread legs and kissed her pubic mound; she smiled friendly and gave me one of the glasses of wine, we clinked glasses and I downed mine in one gulp.

After she took a sip from hers, she set her glass aside and again pulled my face to her crotch with her hands, where I, with my already quite tired tongue, once more began to eat her pussy, pulling back her lips and penetrating her vulva with my tongue, moving it from bottom to top and pausing slightly

on her clitoris, I began to flick it rapidly with the tip of my tongue.

Lena pulled her skin taut with both hands and practically peeled back her clitoris. With a glance pointing at it, she asked me to flick just that and only that, and said she would cum from it right now.

Standing in the water, I began to flick her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, trying not to stop or lose the pace, but I was already doing poorly at it and she even lightly smacked the top of my head for pausing.

I tried my best, but my tired tongue unfortunately couldn't keep up the pace well anymore, and I honestly admitted this to her.

Then she sort of asked, sort of ordered me to put two fingers inside her and, pressing against the upper wall of her vagina, masturbate her that way, while she herself began to masturbate her clitoris with her own hand.

"You're so insatiable," I heard Nastya's voice. "Leave some of him for us."

"At least a little bit alive," Yulia added.

And the girls probably went to the relaxation room or the shower, but whether they left or stayed to watch, I don't know for sure as I didn't see them and was busy masturbating Lena's pussy.

Lena looked at me intently and continued, like crazy, to flick her clitoris, while I rubbed her pussy from the inside.

After two or three minutes, she grabbed my ear with one hand, while continuing to masturbate with the other and squirted, splashes flying in all directions.

Her squirt drenched my face, and to please my client, I opened my mouth, though perhaps I also opened it due to the sharp pain in my ear.

I thought she would tear it off when she started either pulling me by the ear toward her pussy or somewhere to the side, while Lena began to scream and moan loudly, completely unrestrained.

These cries, of course, made the girls run out, or maybe they just responded, being somewhere nearby, and began to comment admiringly.

"Wow, this bitch is really going for it," one of them joyfully shouted.

"Should have filmed this on a phone," I heard comments.

"Just like in good porn," I continued to hear the girls' voices.

When Lena finished and let me go, I ducked my head underwater and surfaced, wiped the water from my face, and saw Lena lying on her side right on the floor by the pool, legs pulled to her chest, still moaning and catching her breath.

I remained in the pool and watched Yulia's amazing body out of the corner of my eye; it was magnificent. I had even secretly imagined how I would eat out her awesome and tasty pussy, though I still hadn't seen her without a towel and couldn't properly appreciate her breasts, pussy, or even her tummy.

My tongue and jaw ached from the rather numerous times I had eaten Lena out, but I still continued to admire Yulia's body and stately face, dreaming of eating her out all night long; my cock got hard again from these thoughts.

"Come on, get up," Nastya and Yulia were helping the already quite drunk Lena to her feet.

"Help out, come on," they turned to me, and I immediately jumped out of the pool and helped get her to the relaxation room.

She hugged my neck and smiled gratefully.

"I feel good with you," she said.

I noticed that Nastya wasn't drunk at all, unlike Yulia and Lena, whose speech was already slurring (I only realized later that she hadn't been drinking at all, or if she had, just a tiny bit).

The phone from the reception rang; Nastya picked up the receiver and, after listening, turned to Yulia.

"Shall we extend?"

"Hell no," Yulia answered in her drunken but still velvety voice.

"Lenka's had enough, and for me, somehow after her, it's not even fun anymore. She even pissed all over! Ugh, fuck!" Yulia said, making a face.

Her words made me sad, because I wanted to eat her out, specifically her. I had been dreaming about it all this time, and now she was refusing my services.

I even felt like getting on my knees in front of her and declaring that I was ready to lick her sometime later, or wash up and eat her out, or even later, for free, as much as she wanted and whenever she wanted, but I understood it would look ridiculous, and of course, I remained silent.

For some reason, I didn't even think about eating Nastya out then.

Then we got dressed and left, got into the car; the time was already two in the morning, and there were many missed calls from Masha and even a couple from Ira.

There were also texts from Masha in which she was indignant and wondering why I wasn't answering her.

Nastya first drove Yulia home, then Lena, and after Lena left, Nastya turned to me.

"Come on, hop into the front seat," she commanded in her steely voice.

I guessed why and quickly moved next to her.

She didn't even drive anywhere, just pulled over to the side of the road practically in the city center, just like last time, pushed her seat all the way back, silently unbuckled her seatbelt, braced her back against the seat, lifted her hips, and pulled down her jeans along with her panties.

It was rather dark inside the car, only dim light from the city streetlights broke through and slightly illuminated her bare pubic mound and her thighs.

The jeans were still below her knees, lying somewhere around her ankles along with the lacy panties.

This sight was somehow both arousing and frankly humiliating to me at the same time.

I bent down to her pussy and, after wetting my finger in her vulva, began to help myself with it while giving an explicit oral session in the car. Nastya whispered softly this time.

"Come on, come on, keep going, don't rush, keep going now, now, just like that, there," her hips moved rhythmically, and with my finger, I felt what seemed like a spring pulsing against it.

She seemed to be cumming impulsively with these spurts inside her vulva; at the same time, her body twitched in time with the pulsing, and her sighs completed the picture.

After the oral, she just as unceremoniously took out a pack of wet wipes, gave one to me, and wiped her cum-covered pussy with another.

Then she asked where to drop me off; I answered, and she drove me to the same store where she had picked me up.

For some reason, this time she didn't give me a bonus, and I went home a little sad.

In the morning, Ira handed me four thousand rubles and said I did well, and also said that Masha was really angry with me yesterday and that I needed to somehow appease her.

I called Masha and said I had some small, urgent problems yesterday and couldn't answer her, but I earned a little money and invited her to a restaurant, where I gave her a gold pendant, and my apologies were accepted, and of course, there was also oral in the stairwell when I walked her home.

I ate her out standing in the stairwell at her request, but we didn't go to her place because her neighbor Ira was home and could have disturbed us (according to Masha).

I just smiled at her in response and, lifting her skirt, crouched down, pulled her panties aside, and buried my lips in the beautiful pussy of my girlfriend, giving her pleasure.

I stroked her ass, thereby pulling her lower lips closer to my already quite skilled lips.

After cumming, Masha thanked me for the wonderful evening and the gift.

Oh, Masha, Masha, if you only knew how I started earning this money and what I've become, you'd probably judge me and leave me, I thought as I walked home.