How I go to prostitutes

[Shlyhoeb]

Greetings to all! If you liked my story about going to whores, then catch the next one.
Who fucked the black woman? So I didn’t until recently!
That was five years ago. The story will be long, so be patient.
PREFACE.
As a child, I had a T-shirt on which a flying saucer UFO was drawn with the inscription “I want to believe,” which means “I want to believe.” To believe that we are not alone in space and the little green men will finish with you and reveal the secrets of the universe, that suddenly a wizard will fly in and give us all the cool stuff for free, that the crisis will end, and we will live in Great Russia.
So, being on a business trip, I decided not to change my habits and fool some local beauty. The woman assigned to me for the duration of the trip, the host, by the way, was very pleasant, young, unmarried, thin, and did not give me a bitch. Repeated joint evening visits to a restaurant and offer about a joint overnight stay refusal. Why the hell then ask, all 4 days since we went to the restaurant I wore mini skirts, mini dresses and stilettos. On the second evening we even sucked with tongue in the semi-darkness while slow in a restaurant. And I thought that I had made an impression on her.
So, we will go through the proven method through the site of intimate services.
It’s evening, the whores are not answering. It means they are busy. After a long search, I liked the photos of girls from a salon called “Five #rides,” um, excuse me, stars. In the process, the call confirmed the availability of #rides to choose from. Upon arrival and inspection, there were three of them, 2 black women, and one dear Russian, but swollen crocodile.
PHILOSOPHICAL PART.
Negroes are also different, for example, even in skin color from milky coffee to blue-green oil, not to mention their noses, eyes, and other parts of the body. But there are black women who are very beautiful, slender, with small, well-shaped tits, butts and long legs with white feet.
PROCESS
So, among those who came out for the #riding show, I liked a black woman, not a beauty, but more or less pretty, young, thin, sagging breasts, neat ass, slightly crooked legs. In addition, she dressed up appropriately in Ethiopian style, just like in the magazine around the world. Turquoise earrings almost reaching to the shoulders, a long, colorful cape with flowers, the only thing missing was a drum.
Well, I think it was, it wasn’t, I’ll stick my dart into an ebony tree, they’re not racist.
nName is Mirla. Sounds like Mila with a very slight “rrrr”. Black as coal all from head to toe, only the palms and heels are white and pink. She speaks in so-called easy-English. In a very simple English language with a dictionary of about 100-200 words, which is obviously quite enough for the process.
Bad-good, back and forth, I’m fighting you girl...understand-you understand?
At work I sometimes come into contact with English-speaking representatives, as they say, I don’t quite know the problem yet.
But even if you speak at an average pace, Mirla stops understanding and in response begins to babble in her Papuan.
Towel and sheet are ok. There is only one gel in the bathroom - a huge bottle of some kind of “viburnum”.
The atmosphere in the brothelero is also fun. The phones are ringing, prostitutes are sitting in the kitchen, jabbering about something, the door to the neighboring shed is closed, which means the process of raping the next priestess of paid love is in full swing, and other little things that bring the feeling of a full-fledged life in a cheerful communal brothel without show-offs and unnecessary equivocations.
The beauty washed herself, took off her earrings and jumped into bed. He strokes and lightly kisses my body with his hands, and strokes my kilimanjaro with his hand.
I already have unusual sensations - I don’t see black people for tea every day. I examine her skin, her breasts, her nipples - I take a closer look at how all this blackness works...
After a couple of minutes, I slowly began to burst, this kind of exoticism really hooked me, my baobab (in the sense of baobab) began to come into combat readiness.
Then she took out a condom and we put it on with our hands.
I tell her - go ahead and blow the job. Suck it, they say, like.
No – lapochets – no. I can jerk you off with my hand.
Hmm, I think things are going....
Ok - I ask her - I want testicles, I want eggs. They say, let me lick it.
Now - again yours - know.
Well, I think this is bullshit for no reason - it’s so cool to indulge in a blowjob with a black woman - it’s pitch black all around, and your dick is right in the mouth of a black head.
Hmm - I think - there is no mini, for which I paid 3.5 rubles.
Okay, I decided, I’ll start tearing her apart, she’ll get hot, not for the first time. And anyway, I liked her body - not a drop of fat, young and neat.
She lay down from below, I was on top and, feeling her chest, entered slowly, with swinging, to the full depth. The girl’s pussy compression is good, I can’t hide my surprise.
Well, I still have my first stick, Mirla is narrow, excitingly black. I fucked her for three or four minutes and damn I feel like I’ll be arriving soon.
No, let’s continue to extend the minutes of voluptuousness. Sit on me Mirla and ride, and I’ll lie down below. Sometimes it helps to reduce the pressure on the system. When I changed places with Mirla, I looked at my tusk, and there they were eating my tusk, covered in blood. A little at the very tip, but smeared.
Oh, I think, in Africa, 70% of the population suffers from AIDS, and an increased danger of infection has been created.
What a stsuko provocation.
Run to the bath, urgently wash everything off, pour in miramistine, examine your skin surroundings for wounds and scratches. There don’t seem to be any scratches, but the risk zone is definitely very high.
My thoughts are naturally swarming in a somewhat chaotic state - I think - what a mess. You have to go to work with your period. With me in salons with white whores, such unfortunate incidents have never happened.
Mirla also washed herself and came back.
What, I say, are you doing? Give me the money back.
Now, now - he says - this is not a woman for ever manf problems - they say it’s not menstruation, but my VIRGINITY. You tore my virginity, until this day I was a girl.
Probably there is in the theory and practice of NLP, advertising or mechanisms for steaming the consciousness of the individual masses some kind of clever term denoting the concept of “a person who has fallen into a stupor from the surreality of what is happening.”
I.e. such a brazenly monstrous lie that completely knocks people’s brains out.
And he continues to ramble on: “No, no,” he says, “I lived in Jamaica, I came here to study a month ago, I had no money, I decided to earn extra money.” My first day in this business, and you are my first client.
And she began to hypnotize me in the literal sense of the word - she stared into my eyes and began to suggest. My boyfriend stayed in Jamaica, and you got my virginity.
I answer her - You chose the wrong profession, according to your role - you should write fairy tales on a space theme, here it’s better for you to look like an alien from a black planet.
I don’t get it. Or pretends to be.
I’m thinking. I think that Mirla and her friends will definitely not return my granny back to me. After all, they are like gypsies, only worse, because if something is not theirs, she will completely stop understanding and switch to Ethiopian - "blah-gapafla-blah-fla-blah" - and nothing more can be achieved from her.
- What to do, anything can happen in life, I was going to work, I didn’t have my period yet and they weren’t expecting you - it was under her hypnosis that such thoughts suddenly entered my head. And somehow I didn’t care.
And Mirla inspires everything - itz true iam virgin beliv - everything is black, only her white eyes swing like a mesmer’s pendulum - yin-yin, yin-un.
Why, - I think, plunging into a trance, - there are these 3.5 rubles compared to the world revolution, it’s a pity to create another scandal....
That’s why I realized, that he was clearly hypnotized by voodoo techniques.
Like the gypsies when they lure out gold, just me Mirla, so as not to make a fuss about monthly divorces. In Africa, they have much stronger hypnosis than the gypsies, they even know how to make zombies, that sort of thing.
Well, we sat for a little longer, she stroked my back, chatted.
But I still couldn’t calm down and tried to throw off the obsession.
I - I say - I’ll tell you about your disgrace on the Internet on the forum - someone there knows you and probably stared at you - no need to fill in about your virginity - we’ll quickly bring you to clean water. Let me take a photo of you through a tilipon.
Photo - says Mirla - on the internet? Know ?
- I say advertising, the engine of progress .
Now - again my own - know.
- I tell her. I went to your mother, I’ll say that you’re crazy about working on your period and I’m not sex finished. OK.
She squealed like, I don’t want to go back to the Ethiopian Republic, they will make me a shepherdess and beat me like a camel. Let me yell at you and I’ll make you have sex. Well, that’s another matter. She took the penis in her hands and began to examine it. It almost touches your eye. I don’t know why.
- Either you suck, or I’m leaving.
- OK, OK.
We put on the prez and the penis plunges into Mirla’s mouth, plump lips on the head and down to the base, the hair is gathered into a fist and I push her head with all my fury. The prostitute is choking, and now drool and bubbles have appeared.
I sail in silence. I pull my head towards me and fill the full prez in my black mouth. And she also says that she’s a virgin if she can already do this. Or maybe there, in Ethiopia, all virgins can do this from birth.
After washing, their mother invited me into the kitchen, where she showed me the tests of all the girls for STDs and Spyd. Well, at least some consolation. Here’s the story.

[duch552]

An acquaintance had a failure, all his life he dreamed of fucking a black man, he fucked him and had to order medicines from Africa, we don’t have anything like that here

[android_faer]

Prison black girl! Unexpected and cute!