Sex for money. My first experience

[Himi]

I don’t like sex for money[/url] and I don’t find any interest in it. But as they say, cases are different. I, like many others, from time to time filmed girls for an hour and I want to tell you about my first experience.
It was in the first year after the army during the 2008 crisis. There was no normal work and I had to take on the hard work of a loader. By the end of the working day I was tired and had no desire to go anywhere. On one of these after-work evenings, lying on the bed, I suddenly wanted sex. I didn’t have a girlfriend then and decided to try to pick up a girl. I called a friend who worked in the police and he gave me his phone number. She introduced herself as Valeria, came to me in a taxi and was generally all tense, immediately demanded money, and having received it at the same moment she undressed and lay down. At that moment I already wanted to take the money back and kick her out, because first of all I wanted feelings and not all this. Undressing a girl is a separate pleasure, which I was deprived of. But having tried to get into her position (suddenly she was scared), I decided to continue what I started. First, he asked her to take a shower, to which she refused, saying that she had washed herself before that. But when I lay down on it, I felt that it was somehow sticky and insisted that I go and rinse off.
She didn’t look downright scary. An ordinary girl, 20-22 years old, a little plump, size 3 tits, I’m so boring in bed. In general, I couldn’t, or rather, I was able to with grief in half. I tried classic sex and doggy style and sideways and gave a blowjob, but everything was wrong and time was running out. Having gathered all my will into a fist in the literal sense of the word, I asked her to get on her knees and open her mouth and began to jerk off to her. In general, my hand coped with this matter much faster and completely free of charge, I came in her mouth and quickly threw her out the door.
Based on this experience, I renounced such stupid ideas. On the other hand, I acquired experience that you can’t get from anyone anywhere.
Later I’ll tell you other stories about sex for money, they are more interesting, I still remember many of them with nostalgia.

[Bro]

Himi, intrigued by the title
I thought you were going to tell me how you made money, but here it is.
Such stories in every man’s life is

[AlexTDV]

Well, I probably took it for a thousand, some ladies do such things that porn is relaxing and they look like models, but there probably a loader’s salary for the whole month will go per hour))

[Ar.t]

Once a friend came to stay with us from another city (and to solve some personal problems), so we took him in, even though the apartment was small. In general, his stay with us lasted for three weeks, and then my beloved had to go on vacation. In general, I accompanied my wife to the sea, and my friend and I were left alone with each other. Since neither he nor I had much money (I gave everything to my beloved so that the vacation would be a vacation), we decided to drink with our last pennies, so to speak, and in general, we drank ourselves into death. Here comes a crazy idea from a friend to order prostitutes, they say I’ve been living with you for a long time, your wife is flashing her ass, sometimes her tits, in short, the guy is hungry for a woman’s body, and I didn’t have much luck with sex before leaving, considering that we don’t live alone . In short, we call prostitutes in exchange for a cell phone, as I remember now there was a Motorola flip phone. Of course, not everyone agreed to such a funny form of payment, but there were those who wanted it, so we took advantage of them. One was scary, just a kick-ass, but she had a good figure, she went to a friend, and since I’m not a fan of thin ladies, I got a mulatto girl. In general, I didn’t see what my friend was doing with his new girlfriend, but I heard (the guy was having a blast).
For me, the process didn’t immediately go according to plan, since being in a drunken state, the household refused to get up, after a short blowjob, the situation went uphill , then it was even funnier, for some reason the condoms were very tight, and did not fit on my friend, in general, after one torn to pieces, we were in four hands defeated him. Having tried a lot of positions, I didn’t understand what to dowith this lady, the fact is that she had a very narrow and small pussy, and for some reason I constantly fell out of her. In general, I didn’t mock the girl and decided to finish her off with my hands; she came quickly, running into the shower and out the door. This was my first and last experience of sex for money!

[Bro]

Ar.t, naive, do you think that prostitutes cumming? And is this important to them?))
It is important to them that you finish quickly and leave her alone. Well, or ideally, give a damn about life with you, drink tea (beer) and the time is up, or extend it if you didn’t have time

[Ar.t]

Ar.t, naive, you think that prostitutescum? And is this important to them?))
It is important to them that you finish quickly and leave her alone. Well, or ideally, fuck off for life with you, drink tea (beer) and the time is up, or extend it if you didn’t have time

I won’t deny that maybe it seemed to me!

[Juravl]

I have first experience of sex for money was like this:
(Yes, I hired a prostitute, and didn’t decide to earn extra money! )
It was about 15 years ago.
I use my cars to orient myself in time - what car I drove - events are tied to those years, it’s very convenient.

In short, I’m driving along the avenue, where we sometimes have prostitutes. Summer, heat, few people - it feels like even the birds and insects have fled somewhere because of the stuffiness and heat.
And I want sex.
I had never dealt with prostitutes then.
Well, I decided to take a risk and pick up a girl from those standing on our avenue.

Found it. We agreed on the money, it seemed like the pleasure cost 1000 rubles, maybe a little more.
Got into my car and let’s go.

Slender. Skinny. Very nice face.
I would even say that the girl was very much my type... If I saw her on the subway, I would be happy to meet her. And here...
It’s kind of upsetting that it’s turning out like this...

We arrived at a parking lot near some house, the car was tinted with five colors, you couldn’t see it from the outside what is happening inside. It’s just that it’s very hot in the car.

They climbed into the back seat and began to undress her. I remember that she was dressed like an onion, a bunch of T-shirts, blouses, blouses and other sweaters - and all the clothes were kind of flabby - there were holes in the elbows, everything was shabby, old.

In short, here she is naked. Very thin. The breasts are sunken, two small empty sacs. This was the first time I saw this.
Well, I caressed her, put on a condom - she sat on top - sex began. It was very uncomfortable. And the heat. And the pose is stupid. And a penis in a condom doesn’t keep an erection, I can’t stand them. In short, everyone was sweating, wet - nothing worked. She offered a blowjob.
And strangely enough, after 5 minutes I managed to cum, although I don’t like blowjobs.
I only remember that for some reason I had a fantasy in my head then - when she was sucking me - that I was a schoolboy, and the teacher was seducing me, and she was sucking me off.

Well, we finished, got dressed, and took her to where I picked her up.
I went home, before I went, I wiped my pubis and balls with alcohol - I was afraid of catching an infection. It burned badly - I poured half a bottle of alcohol on myself for disinfection. Then he started taking Miramistin with him. In short, there was no experience.

What can I say.
Nothing.
The girl is not bad.
Based on short communication, she’s quite kind.
If we were on the bed, I think I would fuck her and get pleasure.
And in the stuffiness of the car, it’s a dubious thrill.
I never saw her again.

This is the story.

[Milla]

This happened once in my life when my money was stolen and I really needed it.

[Slogger]

This happened once in my life, when money was stolen from me and I really needed it.

this happens too , what to do... the main thing is to be willing, not through force... otherwise it will be difficult to live

[Milla]

something happens, what can you do...the main thing is to do it willingly, not through force...otherwise it will be difficult to live

For me sex for money this taboo, I overcame myself and can’t say that I wanted to study. But I think it was a life labyrinth that I coped with.

[Shlyhoeb]

Let me also describe one of my trips to the fairy, of which there were many.
So the prostitute’s profile appeared regularly. In the photo in the profile, as it turned out in reality, a very beautiful girl appeared. Pumped lips and slender legs beckoned my reproductive organ to penetrate, so to speak, into the mouth and womb of the charming woman. The rather hefty price tag slightly constrained my forward movements towards the phone. Saving on food and eating only Doshirak, he collected the necessary amount and moved towards Glafira, even though her name was Yana. But I’ll call you Glafira for the sake of secrecy.
I came into the entrance with an authentic old woman.
Grandmother: - “What about son, if you have to avoid the army, I can infect you with clap”
- I’ll come by later, for a couple of perpendiculars, when I buy a compass, I promised.
The entrance smelled indelicate. The inscription - "mutants" - is smeared with something brown. With paint, and not with what you thought.
Door the open. From the beauty of what he saw, all the prepared phrases about the implementation of potency came to a head. For some reason he blurted out: “How can I get to the restroom here?” The sanitary and technical room was thoughtful and safe. I almost jerked off out of habit. (“Butterflies in my stomach...”)
In order not to disturb the disinfection, I did not take off my socks in the shower. Stimulated himself mechanically and with hematogen. He came out, casually waving his erection and smacking his damp socks.
The girl is just a nymph, dressed in beautiful lingerie and covered with a silk robe. On her feet were patent leather shoes with open toes. The nails on the legs glittered with emerald varnish, the same bright light as on the arms. For preparatory manipulations with my body, the fairy spun around a little and the robe rose up like a product PD-47, and D-1-8 with stabilization, which I laid before vomiting at certain moments in my life. The inexplicable waves of the seductive body smoothly disappeared into touching panties, slightly covering the expressive outlines of the paradigm. Student. Lara Croft. Like with a neighbor. You can fall in love.
A purple bud of small, medium and large labia covered a charming pussy hole, beckoning like a tunnel under the English Channel.
Glasha’s beautiful body was crowned with a pool of beautiful eyes. I began to worry and feel melancholic.
“What a charming configuration of your ass,” I squeezed out of myself.
When Glafira took off her panties, I had an emanation of consciousness. (Actually, you don’t need to read further).
Ogandonen was miraculously achieved with the help of the lips of a charming woman. In the cranial cavity of the head, the encephalogram unsuccessfully fought with the spermogram. By mutual agreement, we selflessly merged into a position of mutual donation. My penis, complete with two balls, was sucked into a wind tunnel. And Glasha’s tongue began to make me feel good. Suka, not a tongue, but a shovel of pleasure. A problem arose: - I sometimes fart in the process of ecstasy. And at 69 it would have been tactless.
Although Baba Manya, from Diaghilevo, argued that incontinence during orgasm ozonizes the air. She herself, damn it, with her ozone could, remotely from Diaghilevo, extinguish the torch in Stenkino.
“Is it true, the girls say that you had a clitoral defloration of the event horizon,” Glafira suddenly asked me
- Pisdyat - I lied, and rushed to escape into the interthigh space of Glashenka.
I sucked her pink tubercle, like a popsicle on a stick, 11 kopecks at a time, enjoying the design of the light hairiness of the endless perineum.
- So I’m thinking,” Glasha said thoughtfully, “how can you pee with the clitoris?”
I, n\x, stopped sucking.
An awkward pause occurred. So that somehow...
- “Can I give you half a lump, for free. Into the anus. Just to taste it? - I asked affirmatively.
- “No, Glafira said sternly - “no for free, this is extra. And we must warn you,” and Glasha fled into the bathroom combined with a toilet.
I used to think, what about the ass, there is fecal excrement in the form of poop. But the girls who gave it to me in the anus explained to me that it was my inferiority complex.
- Glash - I was shy - no need for extra drugs, I have some complexes.
Well, after all, n \X.
Glashka replaced my worn-out condom, and we began sexual intercourse in various extravagant positions. The aesthetics of copulation was controversial. The size correlations were not consistent. Actually, I started poking my genital penis anywhere. Glafira periodically moaned and wriggled gracefully, as if cumming. After half an hour of hemorrhoids, Glasha asked, “Are you in?” N\x, but how? I don’t have a trunk.
- “Come on from above,” I foolishly suggested.
The eggs squeaked and turned gray with fear. Glasha fluttered at me like a swallow, with her back to me, delicately pressing down my primary sexual characteristics to the level of cloud technology. Bulldozer breasts of the third size sharply inclined her downwards, and the smell of my socks threw her upwards. The pace was unimaginable. From under the creaking of the bunks I heard: “You fagot, you still need to wash your feet.”
Glafira’s ass hemispheres slapped loudly on my thighs, the anus flashed before my eyes, revealing the sphincter crater.
- I wish I could get in there - I dreamed.
Her charming hole slid as if in grease, sinking my male misunderstanding to the core. Using the tremulus of the genital organ, he found the G-spot and began to tap there. The eye began to get wet, and I began to sweat. It was even better in the cap than in her mouth. Although Glafira’s tonsils are like pliers - they straighten the penis to a shine, without jerking off with manipulators.

Epilogue:
– Why is everything beautiful fleeting? - the peasants once asked V.I. Lenin
- Because - Ilyich answered - that everything fleeting is beautiful

- Time is over, Glashenka suddenly said sadly.
- Time cannot end, it always begins and, without ending, moves in different directions or vectorially to the side - I tried to convince Glasha.
“Are you now on “wheels” or on mushrooms? - Glafira asked me softly
- What are you - I was offended - I sniff BF-2.

During the erotic rest they were chatting about “Kritik der reinen Vernunft”, in the original language , and about non-Riemannian geometry on curved spaces of existence.
For the next visit there was no potency, no money, no hematogen. They just lay there like children. She stroked the projection of my balls on the plane, and I played with her amazing cellulite landscape on the convexity of everything.
- “Will you write about me?” - Glashka asked me
- “No,” I answered, “some stupid pimple will begin to significantly mistrust. And we will feel sad.”
- “That’s right, don’t write. …..Maybe….later….”

P.S. One day, after long wanderings, Hun Jin came to the Teacher.
- “Teacher,” he asked, “I jerked off for 10 years. Then for 10 years I raised herds of goats and sheep in the province of Zhan. And for another 10 years I lived among non-trads and we had others. Teacher, can I now be called an Alpha male?”
- “No,” answered the Teacher, “you can be called an Alpha asshole.” And the Teacher cried over Glafira’s photo.

As they say The end/

[◊_NeBo[_Na_]LaDoNi_◊]

Shlyhoeb, you say it from the bottom of your heart... write more

[Serg_A]

Let me also describe one of my trips to the fairy, of which there were many.
So the prostitute’s profile appeared regularly. In the photo in the profile, as it turned out in reality, a very beautiful girl appeared. Pumped lips and slender legs beckoned my reproductive organ to penetrate, so to speak, into the mouth and womb of the charming woman. The rather hefty price tag slightly constrained my forward movements towards the phone. Saving on food and eating only Doshirak, he collected the necessary amount and moved towards Glafira, even though her name was Yana. But I’ll call you Glafira for the sake of secrecy.
I came into the entrance with an authentic old woman.
Grandmother: - “What about son, if you have to avoid the army, I can infect you with clap”
- I’ll come by later, for a couple of perpendiculars, when I buy a compass, I promised.
The entrance smelled indelicate. The inscription - "mutants" - is smeared with something brown. With paint, and not with what you thought.
Door the open. From the beauty of what he saw, all the prepared phrases about the implementation of potency came to a head. For some reason he blurted out: “How can I get to the restroom here?” The sanitary and technical room was thoughtful and safe. I almost jerked off out of habit. (“Butterflies in my stomach...”)
In order not to disturb the disinfection, I did not take off my socks in the shower. Stimulated himself mechanically and with hematogen. He came out, casually waving his erection and smacking his damp socks.
The girl is just a nymph, dressed in beautiful lingerie and covered with a silk robe. On her feet were patent leather shoes with open toes. The nails on the legs glittered with emerald varnish, the same bright light as on the arms. For preparatory manipulations with my body, the fairy spun around a little and the robe rose up like a product PD-47, and D-1-8 with stabilization, which I laid before vomiting at certain moments in my life. The inexplicable waves of the seductive body smoothly disappeared into touching panties, slightly covering the expressive outlines of the paradigm. Student. Lara Croft. Like with a neighbor. You can fall in love.
A purple bud of small, medium and large labia covered a charming pussy hole, beckoning like a tunnel under the English Channel.
Glasha’s beautiful body was crowned with a pool of beautiful eyes. I began to worry and feel melancholic.
“What a charming configuration of your ass,” I squeezed out of myself.
When Glafira took off her panties, I had an emanation of consciousness. (Actually, you don’t need to read further).
Ogandonen was miraculously achieved with the help of the lips of a charming woman. In the cranial cavity of the head, the encephalogram unsuccessfully fought with the spermogram. By mutual agreement, we selflessly merged into a position of mutual donation. My penis, complete with two balls, was sucked into a wind tunnel. And Glasha’s tongue began to make me feel good. Suka, not a tongue, but a shovel of pleasure. A problem arose: - I sometimes fart in the process of ecstasy. And at 69 it would have been tactless.
Although Baba Manya, from Diaghilevo, argued that incontinence during orgasm ozonizes the air. She herself, damn it, with her ozone could, remotely from Diaghilevo, extinguish the torch in Stenkino.
“Is it true, the girls say that you had a clitoral defloration of the event horizon,” Glafira suddenly asked me
- Pisdyat - I lied, and rushed to escape into the interthigh space of Glashenka.
I sucked her pink tubercle, like a popsicle on a stick, 11 kopecks at a time, enjoying the design of the light hairiness of the endless perineum.
- So I’m thinking,” Glasha said thoughtfully, “how can you pee with the clitoris?” I, n\x, stopped sucking.
An awkward pause occurred. So that somehow...
- “Can I give you half a lump, for free. Into the anus. Just to taste it? - I asked affirmatively.
- “No, Glafira said sternly - “no for free, this is extra. And we must warn you,” and Glasha fled into the bathroom combined with a toilet.
I used to think, what about the ass, there is fecal excrement in the form of poop. But the girls who gave it to me in the anus explained to me that it was my inferiority complex.
- Glash - I was shy - no need for extra drugs, I have some complexes.
Well, after all, n \X.
Glashka replaced my worn-out condom, and we began sexual intercourse in various extravagant positions. The aesthetics of copulation was controversial. The size correlations were not consistent. Actually, I started poking my genital penis anywhere. Glafira periodically moaned and wriggled gracefully, as if cumming. After half an hour of hemorrhoids, Glasha asked, “Are you in?” N\x, but how? I don’t have a trunk.
- “Come on from above,” I foolishly suggested.
The eggs squeaked and turned gray with fear. Glasha fluttered at me like a swallow, with her back to me, delicately pressing down my primary sexual characteristics to the level of cloud technology. Bulldozer breasts of the third size sharply inclined her downwards, and the smell of my socks threw her upwards. The pace was unimaginable. From under the creaking of the bunks I heard: “You fagot, you still need to wash your feet.”
Glafira’s ass hemispheres slapped loudly on my thighs, the anus flashed before my eyes, revealing the sphincter crater.
- I wish I could get in there - I dreamed.
Her charming hole slid as if in grease, sinking my male misunderstanding to the core. Using the tremulus of the genital organ, he found the G-spot and began to tap there. The eye began to get wet, and I began to sweat. It was even better in the cap than in her mouth. Although Glafira’s tonsils are like pliers - they straighten the penis to a shine, without jerking off with manipulators.

Epilogue:
– Why is everything beautiful fleeting? - the peasants once asked V.I. Lenin
- Because - Ilyich answered - that everything fleeting is beautiful

- Time is over, Glashenka suddenly said sadly.
- Time cannot end, it always begins and, without ending, moves in different directions or vectorially to the side - I tried to convince Glasha.
“Are you now on “wheels” or on mushrooms? - Glafira asked me softly
- What are you - I was offended - I sniff BF-2.

During the erotic rest they were chatting about “Kritik der reinen Vernunft”, in the original language , and about non-Riemannian geometry on curved spaces of existence.
For the next visit there was no potency, no money, no hematogen. They just lay there like children. She stroked the projection of my balls on the plane, and I played with her amazing cellulite landscape on the convexity of everything.
- “Will you write about me?” - Glashka asked me
- “No,” I answered, “some stupid pimple will begin to significantly mistrust. And we will feel sad.”
- “That’s right, don’t write. …..Maybe….later….”

P.S. One day, after long wanderings, Hun Jin came to the Teacher.
- “Teacher,” he asked, “I jerked off for 10 years. Then for 10 years I raised herds of goats and sheep in the province of Zhan. And for another 10 years I lived among non-trads and we had others. Teacher, can I now be called an Alpha male?”
- “No,” answered the Teacher, “you can be called an Alpha asshole.” And the Teacher cried over Glafira’s photo.

As they say The end/

Fantastic story, sorry there are no pictures.
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Everyone else, it’s better not read

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Own I won’t describe the experiments, you still won’t believe it

[Alice]

Damn, Serg_A, what an intrigue!!!!
I am trusting, I believe everyone...and especially you

[Serg_A]

Damn, Serg_A, what an intrigue! !!!
I am trusting, I believe everyone...and especially you

Alenka, if you are very interested, I can write to you in a personal message, but I definitely won’t be here...

[Alexander]

I once met a big lover of sex - a married girl from Mamba, she worked on a schedule, so she was often free during the day. As a result, the acquaintance became a very frank communication and she often consulted with me. She said that many people offer to meet for money, even if they are interesting in appearance, but she had doubts that this was a scam, and you wouldn’t see any money. Gave her recommendations so as not to be deceived. In the end, she said that she received money, and told her husband that her mother gave it for her studies (she studied by correspondence). Then she became pregnant and communication stopped. But the funniest thing is that a couple of years later she called and said that she was on maternity leave, that they bought an apartment on credit, that she would like to receive additional income to cover the loan, that she had lost contacts of men from Mamba who gave money, that Mamba had become paid and communication has decreased significantly and men offering money do not write. It was embedded in her head that it was possible to combine business with pleasure.

[Tanya]

Let me also describe one of my trips to the fairy, of which there were many. ....

Yes, read with interest. Good in general.