Larisa the Prostitute

I live in the city of Novosibirsk. Until recently, I lived in a dormitory on Vertkovskaya Street, in the Leninsky district. A family lived in the same dormitory, and everything would have been fine, but I was secretly in love with my neighbor's wife, a petite and very sexy Larisa Khar... When she walked by, I couldn't take my eyes off her; it was even embarrassing, especially when she was with her husband. This went on for a long time. I dreamed about her, fantasized about being with her, what she looked like without clothes, and of course, I masturbated, even though I was married myself.

Time passed, I changed my place of residence, and she and her husband also moved to a new apartment, also on Vertkovskaya Street, nearby. Whether they bought it or rented it, I lost sight of her for a long time. Once, I was looking at websites with prostitutes and suddenly saw her. I couldn't believe my eyes; she looked so much like her. That one had a mole on her lip, and this one on the website did too. Okay, if it was just one mole, but here there were two: one on the upper lip and a small one on the lower lip. Well, that's already a rare coincidence...

For six months, I thought about whether to go to the ad or not. I looked at her photos on the websites; she turned out to be listed on several prostitute sites in Novosibirsk, on profiles with real photos, and on two sites even on profiles with video, under the name Irina Belova. But I know it's Khar... it's Larisa. I couldn't find peace... Finally, I decided to go to her. I called, she answered, set a time. The voice was definitely hers, unmistakable, a specific voice.

And so I ring the doorbell... my heart is pounding like a rabbit's. I enter... she was taken aback, her face expressed fear and confusion. Time stopped... We stood and silently looked at each other, but she quickly pulled herself together and pretended not to know me, and I played along with her in that. She says to me: "Over there is my bathroom, you can take a shower." I went, took a shower, came out wrapped in a towel and saw this picture: Larisa is standing in a beautiful, sexy outfit that fits her slender body well and only slightly covers her pussy, the outline of which is visible through the semi-transparent garment, as well as her protruding nipples. Larisa looks at me intently, and her gaze expresses either wariness, or mockery, or a smirk, an inquisitive look like that. But then, she started smiling when she saw my face. I was looking at her like a child with my mouth open. She says to me: "Well, what would you like?" My throat tightened and I hoarsely exhaled:

"Everything... all of you." I knelt down before her and opened her garment, and here she is in front of me, so desired, now all alive and beautiful pussy. On her pubis, she has a little hairstyle in the shape of a checkmark, a Latin V. The vaginal lips are spread apart downwards to the sides and expose the entrance. It was slightly ajar and crimson-red, her lips were also red, which were swollen and toned. I understood that several guests had been in it today, who had worked it over and opened it up. I came late in the evening, and apparently her vagina had worked hard during the day, but that only excited me more. I had never seen anything like it; it was beautiful like a blossoming flower and at the same time powerful. The very bottom of the entrance was encircled by a powerful, inflated muscle. The vagina itself was rounded at the bottom; long training was visible...

At first, there was some kind of stiffness, tightness, and with her too, but then instincts took over and my head completely stopped thinking... I fucked her greedily, enjoying her body. Her vagina was elastic inside, pleasant, hot, and she also periodically squeezed it, enveloping my cock with its walls. We often changed positions and places. She had a huge "fuck-drome"; she specially ordered herself a mattress stuffed with horsehair. It was elastic, didn't sag, didn't creak, which is important since she was fucked many times a day, and the neighbors downstairs would have gone crazy... But her crown jewel was a couch made to order, specially for this, by one of her client-furniture makers. That's where the most pleasure was. She lay on her back, on her stomach, on her side, doggy style. The couch stood in front of a huge mirror, also made to order. What a picture: Larisa is lying on her back, I'm standing in front of her, she's sucking my cock, and I see all her charms in the mirror... I bend over, spread her labia and admire the view in the mirror. And how she sucks! I had never experienced anything like it; she is a real blowjob master, even moaning with pleasure herself.

But it couldn't go on like that for long. I was on the edge, about to cum. I carried her to the bed, laid her on her side and stopped moving. Lifting her leg up, I admired her vagina. It was heated, steamed, wet and red. I pulled out my cock and widely spread it with my hands, studying it, admiring it. I inserted three, and then four fingers into it, feeling it inside. Despite the fact that it was so often and heavily used, it was ribbed inside, not smooth, and toned. She even sometimes squeezed my fingers, though not strongly, as everything was wet and slippery, but its power was felt. I enjoyed it; I had dreamed so much about this...

Larisa was in ecstasy; her pelvis was constantly rocking. She was grinding against both my cock and fingers, moaning loudly. It sounded like either crying or laughter, something in between, unusual like that, but very arousing. I tried not to move to prolong the pleasure and not cum, admiring the view of her body. She has such an appetizing, protruding ass... I watched as her vagina impaled itself on my cock, simultaneously making rotational movements, screwing onto it. Her eyes were closed, she was moaning loudly. I enjoyed the process. Special pleasure came from the fact that I know her husband, I'm fucking his beloved right now, and he can't even think of such a thing. He can't even imagine this about her. For him, she works in network marketing, with a flexible schedule, and therefore often stays late at work, or even spends the night at the office because it's too late to go home, and work awaits early in the morning. That's what he himself told me. He's used to it and isn't surprised by anything. He "knows" that she loves him and is faithful to him. If only he knew what's happening now...

and this thought excited me so much... I remembered how he laughed at cuckolded husbands, some of our acquaintances whose women were caught somewhere while drunk... He was sure he had a faithful wife. Yes, we all couldn't even think such a thing about Larisa.

If only he knew how many men pass through his Larisa's vagina in a day... But I couldn't hold back anymore. I put her in doggy style and with all my strength began to pound my cock into her. She screamed loudly, her body was seized by convulsions. She turned onto her back and was shaking all over, her pelvis jerking upwards, her abs contracting...

I saw multiple orgasms for the first time, in series, with small intervals. Naturally, I also came. Then we drank tea and talked. It was some kind of fantasy. Larisa Khar...kina is sitting in front of me naked, in all her glory, unashamed, looking at me with her big, expressive eyes and drinking tea. The woman of my dreams! I asked her: "But what about your husband, doesn't he see your worked-over, plowed-out vagina at the end of the day?" To which she answered with a smile: "I've trained him to turn off the light and under the blanket... ha-ha-ha. Yes, I often find a reason to get out of it. Usually all wives do that, that's why you come to women like me. They come, tear me apart, and then talk about their wives, complain..."

"So you don't love him..." "Why not, I do love him, but I also really love to fuck. Now it's like a drug, I can't live without it..." At home, I thought a lot about that day, remembered her, wanted more... I was torn by jealousy and envy of her husband. I understood that she is a prostitute, but I wanted to be with her. What to do? A stupid state... But unexpectedly, a solution came. Let her think I'm a scoundrel, but I'll be with her. For a long time, I couldn't get through to her on the phone; even longer, she kept refusing: saying she's busy, no time... This angered, infuriated me, and I understood that I needed to do as I had planned. Finally getting to her, I said that I want to see her more often, at least once a week. She wouldn't agree. Then I laid out my main trump card: "Larisa, what if I tell your husband that I know where your moles are under your clothes... how would I know... and tell him everything about you. I didn't steal you from him, I just came to a prostitute, and she turned out to be his wife... huh?"

What happened then... She called me all sorts of names, tried to push me out the door... Said that he wouldn't believe it and would even beat me up. I said, provoking her: "So he does know you're a prostitute?" To which she immediately, mechanically: "Yes, he can't even think that I'm a prostitute..." and so on in the same vein, which is exactly what I needed. I left, and three days later I called and held a recorder to the phone, where she called herself a prostitute, even mentioned the website... She hung up, and an hour later she called me herself and said: "What do you want for that recording?" I answered her: "Only you..." One meeting didn't go well; she lay there like a log... On the second, she finally started moving, and on the third, I came with a friend. I said: "He'll wait for me in the bathroom, it's winter, cold outside... and we need to go to work together in an hour."

These were thrilling sensations, and over beer we boasted, told everything to our friends, showed them the video. They were stunned and for a long time persuaded us to take them with us. We agreed on Saturday. Before that, she kept refusing, saying she was busy, but on Saturday she had the whole evening free. She was expecting two, but when a crowd of six people burst into the apartment, she was simply stunned... We fucked her all evening. Those who came and were resting in between were sent for beer. Each of us came at least two or three times. We fucked her for about five hours, in pairs, others rested, took the camera and filmed, someone took photos on their mobile, photographed her widely opened vagina. One buddy said: "How we've plowed it out!" and shoved four fingers into it, wanted to insert the thumb too, but she pleaded: "Don't, it's already been worked over so much, and my husband and I agreed that today I would come home early and we would have sex. I promised him, he's been waiting all week..."

These words excited us even more. We gave her the phone and said: "Call him, say you're delayed..." And she called... While she was talking to him, making up an excuse, one of us came from excitement. She speaks incoherently, her husband doesn't understand her, the conversation drags on. The husband asks: "Why are you breathing like that?" And she to him: "Yes, I just came from the gym, tired, and then climbed up to my fourth floor... can't catch my breath..." And we're pounding her...

Then one buddy, fucking her doggy style, pulled her onto himself and lay under her, gesturing to another to enter her from above. She couldn't refuse, couldn't talk to us... The sly one was counting on that. When they drove two cocks into one hole, she couldn't hold back and cried out... The husband got worried: "What's wrong with you, dear?" Larisa immediately found her wits and said: "Yes, I thought a mouse ran by..." Resourceful whore, smart. Finally, she got rid of her husband, whom she had promised to give it to today...

For another hour, we fucked her with two cocks in her pussy and one in her mouth, taking turns. She was like crazy, moaning, howling, screaming, convulsing, coming in series, one after another. In the end, we asked her to spread her legs and photographed and filmed her vagina. She lay obediently. Everyone wanted to see what she would bring to her husband and how he would feel there. The picture was impressive - her vagina was swollen, red, and the entrance was widely open. At the end, three of us came on her face, filmed it all. A week later, we call her and say: "Today, another one of our comrades will come with us." And she in response: "How many of you will there be in total and for how long?"

We told her that we would come as a group of seven and for a long time, as long as we wanted. We expected resistance from her, but heard a submissive: "Okay." For several months, we fucked her every weekend, and sometimes during the week. Friends brought their friends to her, and they brought theirs... I didn't always participate in these orgies, but I saw all the videos... Larisa was obedient, did what she was told. Over time, she was fucked by groups three times a week. She was completely our woman... probably more ours than her husband's, but not mine, although I stopped being jealous of her. What kind of jealousy is there when several of your comrades are fucking her, even more without you...

I was amazed by her, seeing her on the street, often with her husband. You would never even think that this is a whore who was fucked by 7-8 people the day before. Beautiful, sexy, in flashy clothes but with a humble look, just the perfect wife... Meeting her with her husband always ignited me. Greeting them, I already imagined how we would fuck this "modest one" and immediately called the guys, organized a group for the evening. Sometimes, seeing her with her husband, I called her right then and said that she must be available tonight, the guys can't wait to stuff you... It was a thrill. She apparently told her husband that it was a work call, walked away so he wouldn't hear, and couldn't argue, said that we have our own plans...

But I answered her: "Be there, or you know what we'll surprise your hubby with..." Once she told us that she was meeting with us for the last time. Naturally, we started pressuring her, and she says: "I'm going to Moscow to work. Here you don't let me; I waste time on you and can't earn money..."

That made us think. After thinking, discussing, we decided to leave her alone. She's a classy woman in every way. We agreed with her that we would arrange orgies two or three times a month and pay her money, as much as she would earn in that time. And it's good for us too. For example, in five hours, she would earn ten thousand, two thousand per person per hour is her rate. And if there are 7-10 of us, then a thousand from each, or even less, but for five hours, where can you find such prices? And most importantly, where can you find such a female - nowhere... That's what we decided. Everyone was satisfied: it was great for us and for Larisa Kharoch... and her husband too.

PS: A year passed, and somehow I saw our porn videos with her on the internet on several porn sites. Apparently, one of the participants posted them, but who? There were many who had been with her; they treated their acquaintances to her. Fortunately, our faces were always cut out, but hers wasn't; on the contrary - close-ups of her face and pussy... I don't know how this will all end, but I pray to God that it doesn't reach her husband.