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Marina first thought about doing it for money several years ago, back then it was due to a difficult financial situation. Recently, this thought had latched onto her again. And it wouldn't let go. Her material situation had improved, but the thought of selling herself was arousing. Twenty-three-year-old Marina didn't want anal or classic sex; she decided to leave that for later. But oral sex suited her best. Her figure was slightly plump, her dark hair reached her shoulder blades, her green eyes were accentuated by her eyebrows, and freckles dotted her cheeks. She had never given a blowjob to anyone, ever, except her boyfriend. But she terribly wanted to do it for someone
else. There were no suitable acquaintances, so Marina decided to use the internet. She stumbled upon a dating site and, creating a profile, posted an ad: "Will give a blowjob, not expensive." Several people responded; she immediately ignored those without photos. Three remained: a couple of young guys and one older one, around 40. She didn't want to get involved with the oldest one. The other two were more handsome and had more attractive assets. "If I'm going to suck," she thought, "then better a nice cock." But the forty-year-old didn't relent; he was quite pleasant to talk to, while the other two had already started calling her a cocksucker and insulting her in every way, considering her a whore. By two in the morning, she was only talking to him; he offered more money than the other two. Marina took another look at his medium-sized cock, sticking out from a bush of black hair. His figure was somewhat plump. Marina agreed. The meeting was set for eight in the evening; the guy lived on the other side of town. Marina spent the whole day preparing for the meeting. She cleaned her tongue and teeth thoroughly—after all, she needed to have respect for the person who would pay for her mouth, Marina thought. She shaved her legs and underarms well to avoid any discomfort, took a shower, put on a red sundress just above the knees, applied perfume, and went to the meeting."Hello, are you Oleg?" Marina asked the man standing at the agreed-upon spot.
"Yes, and you are Marina?"
"That's right."
He was serious and seemed a bit tense.
"Let's go."
They walked through courtyards, chatting a little. He asked what had prompted her to take this step; Marina couldn't really explain it clearly. He told her that he lived with three people—himself, his son, and his wife. His wife wasn't home yet; she was at work, but his son was probably already home. He also mentioned that he and his son often watched porn together, hiding it from the mother. Moreover, the variety of genres was surprising—from classics with stars to extreme perversions. Meanwhile, Marina's anxiety mixed with excitement was growing. Even the thought of changing her mind flashed through her mind. Oleg, meanwhile, remained serious. They entered the building, went up a floor, and found themselves in Oleg's apartment.
"It's been a while since there was any renovation here," Marina thought. Renovation was indeed lacking, but it was clean—the wife's efforts were noticeable.
"Would you like some tea?" Oleg asked.
"Not now, thank you," Marina declined. Before such an important act, it wasn't worth it; you never know.
"Go into the room, I'll be right there." Oleg went to the bathroom, and Marina went into one of the rooms, which was apparently the parents' bedroom. The adjacent room was closed. She waited for about five minutes. Oleg returned, dressed in family-style briefs and a T-shirt.
"Let's go to the balcony," Oleg suggested.
Marina agreed; the balcony was quite cozy, spacious, and everything here was conducive to relaxation.
"Shall we begin?" Oleg asked.
"Yes."
"Get on your knees," Oleg said, switching to the informal "you," but without particular rudeness, just businesslike.
Marina got on her knees; he came close to her. She took a deep breath and pulled down Oleg's underwear. Before her eyes appeared a flaccid, small cock with no hint of arousal. She carefully took it in her hand and started stroking it. Oleg tensed up and looked down at her. Marina skillfully worked her hand, and from under the foreskin, the pink head of his cock winked at her. As soon as it rose slightly, firmed up a bit in her palm, Marina leaned forward.
"Kiss it," Oleg requested. Marina pecked the head with her lips, once, then again. She began covering his cock with kisses, leaving her lipstick on it. His organ smelled of a warm, masculine scent; it wasn't unpleasant. The skin of the cock was dry and clung to her lips; Marina moistened them with her tongue and began leaving wet spots on the penis.
"Use your tongue," came Oleg's new command. Marina stuck out her tongue, trying to make it as lewd as possible. She licked his head; it responded with a slight darkening. Marina repeated, and the same thing happened. The tip of her tongue fluttered around the frenulum and the slit of the cock. Her tongue felt a salty taste. The cock was slowly coming to life from the manipulations. Marina even felt happy for herself. At the same time, her head was spinning; the act was intoxicating, as if in a vacuum she couldn't comprehend what she was doing. Finally, Oleg's cock became fully erect. Marina let go of it and leaned back to watch it sway gently a few centimeters from her eyes. Drops of precum appeared from the slit, forming a thin string.
"It's time," Marina thought, and opening her mouth, she took the cock about halfway in. Her mouth instantly filled with the taste and smell of precum; it was hot and actually pleasant. Marina began to suck, caressing the head of the cock with her tongue. Oleg tensed even more and breathed deeply. Her lips tightly closed around the cock; Marina closed her eyes and enjoyed the blowjob, moving her head rhythmically. Then she felt Oleg's palm on her head. The girl tried to suck well, avoiding teeth, working her tongue on the head. She didn't hold the cock with her hands, keeping them first on her plump knees, then wrapping them around Oleg's buttocks. Sucking without hands always seemed sexier to her than with them. When hands are involved, it creates the impression of just jerking off into a mouth, but here only the mouth was working and nothing more. Precum was flowing abundantly, and soon its taste dominated her mouth. Oleg placed his other palm on the back of her head and began helping Marina. She understood what he wanted from her—to take the cock deeper. A few broad thrusts and Marina was already pressing her nose into Oleg's groin, and the head of his cock softly entered her throat. Marina had feared this moment, expecting a gag reflex, but it didn't come, and she continued sucking contentedly. Oleg was already moaning; his moan sounded more like a moan of pain than pleasure. He groaned, drew out the letter "o," and was amusing in this. His eyes were closed. But then he looked at Marina, and their eyes met. Marina looked at him with her big, green eyes, her completely girlish gaze. He looked at her authoritatively and seriously, examining the girl's delicate face, her sensual mouth holding his cock. She tilted her head slightly to the side, causing her hair to spill out of its bun. He threw his head back, grabbed Marina's hair, and began fucking her mouth, which turned from a skillful tool into an ordinary hole. He stretched her cheeks, then drove it deep into her throat, so that his balls slapped against her chin. Suddenly, he pulled out his cock.
"Show me your tongue!" Marina stuck out her tongue, and Oleg began slapping his cock against it. Then he slapped it against her cheeks, dragged it across her cute face, and pulled it up to his stomach. The girl understood everything and, without words, began licking his balls, which were already slightly sweaty. Marina was slightly disgusted to lick the hairy, sweaty balls. But what could she do? She had chosen this herself, and she couldn't interrupt Oleg's pleasure now. Marina held Oleg's scrotum in her mouth and ran her tongue over the two huge orbs. Having enjoyed the licking, he returned the cock to her mouth and continued in the same rhythm. Everything was in a unified rhythm; Marina controlled the situation, simply squeezing the cock with her lips, sliding her tongue along the shaft.
"Poor thing, he probably can't cum no matter what," Marina thought, but then Oleg began breathing faster and louder, the thrusts increased, but now he wasn't just fucking her mouth; he was pushing her head onto his cock, and Marina's head shook wildly in a mass of dark hair. The girl's nose bumped against Oleg's groin. Then she felt the cock swelling, feeling every vein with her mouth; the veins pulsed, pumping blood. The head swelled, and then Oleg, groaning loudly, shot the first stream of semen into Marina's mouth, followed by more; he didn't slow the rhythm, and the streams either landed in her mouth or shot onto her lips. Oleg came, having driven his cock deep inside, and froze, looking into her widened eyes. They looked into each other's eyes, and it was some inexplicable union of two people. Marina only felt the streams of semen pouring into her mouth, and everything around seemed to drift away and spin simultaneously.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Oleg drawled and let go of her head. Marina slowly slid off the cock, licking everything that remained on it, continuing to look at Oleg. He stepped back and hid his limp cock in his pants. Then she heard a door slam in the room; someone had seen all this.
"That's my son, don't worry, it's fine," Oleg reassured her. He took a pack of cigarettes from the windowsill and lit one. Marina got up from her knees, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. Oleg offered her a cigarette. The girl lit up.
"Thank you, that was really great."
"Good." Marina blushed, probably like a seventh-grader after her first blowjob in a school bathroom. But the embarrassment quickly faded; Oleg was in a friendly mood.
"And I'm already bored with my wife; I sometimes invite girls over, and sometimes boys," Oleg smirked. "I like them younger; they're ready for anything for a thousand rubles, which is understandable—where else would they get money except from their parents?"
"That's true," Marina agreed, remembering her school years. "What about your son?"
"My son and I have an understanding."
There was a pause. They finished their cigarettes and tossed the butts out the window.
"Listen, would you suck my son off? Double the rate. He's never had a girlfriend."
Marina was taken aback; this wasn't in her plans. But she still considered it.
"Think it over; I won't shortchange you," Oleg looked at Marina. "Okay, you think about it, and I'll go check on him."
Thoughts swirled in the girl's head. On one hand, she had planned to do this only once and for only one person, for a symbolic sum of money. On the other hand, for two blowjobs, it would be a decent amount. In general, her thoughts were like those of a whore, and this again made Marina's head spin. After about five minutes, Oleg returned.
"So, he's waiting for you. I'll pay three times more than we originally agreed," Oleg said, excitement in his eyes.
"Okay," Marina replied. Oleg smiled broadly. "His name is Igor. Put on some lipstick, go into his room on all fours, and bare your ass—it's just right."
Marina left the balcony and headed to Igor's room. Applying lipstick and assuming the required pose, Marina knocked on the door, which swung open. Slowly entering, Marina found Igor; he was watching porn and rubbing his penis through his shorts. On the computer screen, men were fucking a well-known brunette.
"Hi, Igor," Marina uttered, somewhat pitifully.
He turned to her; his face was pimply, with sparse mustache hairs under his nose that he probably had never shaved. Swiveling in his chair, he took out his cock. It was longer than his father's but noticeably thinner. Marina took a few steps, swaying her hips, and stood before him. He silently examined the girl. Bending over his cock, Marina smelled its staleness. From prolonged masturbation, the guy was already aroused.
Marina took his little pepper into her mouth and began working on it with familiar movements.
The guy stretched out in his chair, and his face expressed bliss. The girl was on all fours, her head moving quickly. The guy authoritatively said:
"Show me your tits!"
The girl hadn't planned to do this, but the guy grabbed her hair, pulled her away from her work, and repeated the order.
"Show me your tits, are you stupid or what?"
The girl's lips, which had just been sucking, trembled; tears welled up in her eyes. She slipped the straps of her sundress along with her bra straps down, and the teenager's gaze fell upon small breasts with pretty nipples.
"Why are they so small?" the guy mocked the girl's modest assets. Marina shrugged; a lump of tears in her throat prevented her from saying a word. Igor enjoyed looking at the clean, well-groomed girl kneeling before him.
"Show me your ass!" the teenager commanded.
Marina flinched slightly, turned around, and getting back on all fours, lifted the hem of her sundress. Her butt was quite large and pleased the teenager. He examined it for a minute. Marina's legs also appealed to the guy, although overall, the girl's figure was far from those he saw daily on the internet.
"Alright, suck some more," the guy said lazily.
Marina resumed the blowjob. Resentment receded, replaced by pity for this guy.
"Poor thing, sits there jerking off all day. And never tried a woman." Marina licked the guy's penis clean, and now it exuded the smell of her lipstick. She wiggled her behind, which delighted Igor. He unexpectedly began gently stroking her head; his hand slid down to the girl's chest, and Igor stroked there, his fingers catching on her swollen nipples. He wanted this girl indescribably, and Marina felt it.
"I'm a girl, which means I can help him," Marina was visited by a simple but correct thought. She pulled away from the cock, kissing the head, and stood up to her full height before the astonished Igor. She placed her hands on his shoulders, gave a lewd smile, and licked her lips with her tongue. Turning her back to him, she got on all fours, and her rear was centimeters from Igor. She began swaying her hips, and her hands slid up her succulent calves to her powerful buttocks and thighs, and further to her panties, which covered her privates with a small strip of fabric. She took her panties with her thumbs and sexily pulled them down. Igor instantly smelled the fresh scent of her pussy. Between her buttocks, the dark hole of her ass was visible, and slightly below, her plump-lipped pussy glistened with juices. She took his hands and pressed them to her holes. The guy first timidly began stroking her perineum, then he realized the girl was giving herself to him and began doing whatever he wanted. He kneaded her pussy, pulled on her lips and clitoris, slapped it, causing the girl pain. But Marina was submissive; she understood how important this meeting was for Igor; perhaps it would change his life for the better. She took off her sundress and was completely naked. She stepped into the center of the room and got on all fours, spreading her legs wide. The guy understood everything and, pulling down his sweatpants, positioned himself behind Marina. He poked his cock into her pussy and didn't enter until Marina helped him. He clumsily began fucking her. Marina's eyes expressed shame for what she was doing and simultaneously joy for Igor.
"Yes, baby, come on! Come on!" She began moving to meet him, encouraging him. Igor felt like a playboy.
"Come on!" She squeezed his cock with her vagina. Igor stopped; apparently, an orgasm was approaching, and he didn't want to cum prematurely. After a moment, he continued. This repeated several times over five minutes. Then Igor licked the middle and ring fingers on his right hand and abruptly shoved them into