My name is Elizabeth. I'm quite beautiful. I have size 3 breasts...

[Anonymous]

My name is Elizabeth. I’m quite beautiful. I have size 3 breasts and a flat tummy. I’m tall and blonde. I have good genetics and I work as a stripper in a strip bar. The work is not dusty, they pay a lot. In general, I am not a drug addict or a prostitute. I’m 21. I’m studying to become a lawyer.. And budget places, as you understand, are difficult to find, so my appearance and this job quite allow me to pay for training and a rented apartment. Well, of course it couldn’t have happened without help. I know many will judge me. My boyfriend He is 52 years old. He is married. And he has children, damn it, they’re almost my age. And I’m his mistress. I’m not a prostitute or anything like that. I’m quite happy with this kind of relationship, and why shouldn’t I use what nature has given me?
I was standing in a lingerie store and picking out clothes for myself in the shopping center.
-Alice, Elizabeth Jones, right? - someone called me by name, I turned around. He was a tall guy with blond hair. He was wearing a sweatshirt. He had amazing expressive blue eyes. When he saw me, he broke into a smile.
- Yes, yes.. And you, uh, boy, I think your name is Roma, we studied together in primary school? - I tried to put on a smile. But to be honest, I don’t like people from the past. In general, I don’t love anyone or anything. I have nothing to remember there.
- Oh no, actually I’m Igor. Yes, we studied together. And you’ve gotten better. You know, you were very tall back then too. True, the things you wore were always small... Probably it’s because of your family,” he began to stretch his neck and look around awkwardly.
- You know, now everything is just right for me, though this bra will be too small for me,” I abruptly interrupted his words. He irritated me. Not only because it appeared suddenly, but also because it impudently reminded me of what I wanted to forget. He was a shabby classmate like me. And for some reason I thought, since we are losers, we should stick together. Unlike me, he was always too smart. Which infuriated me even more. Not only was he standing here, but he was in no hurry to leave. It’s unlikely that I would want to look into the eyes of a person who saw me as an “ordinary little guy”
- Oh yes, sorry, I’m here with a friend. Here. I don’t know why she called me. It’s even a little awkward. I wanted to say that you look absolutely wonderful. We didn’t even say goodbye then, after that incident..- Igor tried to stand closer and with his whole body tried to draw his attention to me. I moved further and further away from him, and he walked closer and closer. “God, now he’ll remember that incident when I spilled this soup on myself and everyone laughed at me, it seems over the years he hasn’t learned how to deal with women at all.”
- Listen, have you finished your studies yet? I’m studying to become a lawyer, I’ll even do an internship in the administration, but I don’t understand how you and I met in this city out of all the thousands. This is probably something special,” I interrupted him again, diverting the conversation in the direction I needed. God forbid he starts asking about my family...
- Yes, I recently graduated, I work as a programmer, by the way, and I earn good money - this work of his began to make me incredibly furious. Well, great, not only will I have to face my past. So he is also a psycho-maniac hacker. I hope I won’t piss him off too much and he’ll get rid of me on his own. Perhaps he plays his games all day long. It turns out that if this crazy person gets into his head, he might even haunt me. And don’t let it occur to him to steal money from my accounts. I tried to look into his face as tenderly and languidly as possible, with my mouth slightly open. Although money is not bad either. God, I hope he doesn’t shoot people, otherwise I don’t want to be a psychopath.
- Great, I always thought that you were the smartest of all my classmates, do you think this kit will suit me?- what would not to completely embarrass him, I smiled and blurted out that I could pay for myself, and of course I was not his friend who was trying to scam him out of money.
In general, the last thing I wanted to do was communicate with him. And these conversations, do you remember how we threw snowballs at each other? No. I’m beautiful, I’m rich, I have money and everyone wants me. And now I look into the face of a guy who believes that there was nothing better than our past together. In primary school, where I am not beautiful, poor and ugly. The whole time we were eating, I was thinking what I was doing here, and who would pay for lunch in the end. I have to pretend that I want to pay, to offer. For him and for myself. He’s a good guy, he should probably pay for it himself.
- Igor, please tell me how much is on the check?- I took out my wallet and pretended that I was going to pay for lunch.
- Oh no Alice , I’ll pay, don’t worry.” I nodded gratefully and smiled. And the rest of the time, I asked standard questions, and in my spare time I thought about who would be more profitable to date. With my daddy, fat, fat and disgusting, but with a stable income. Or with Igor, who seems to be fine outwardly, but is probably a terrible pervert, and it’s not clear how much money he has.
- Yeah. I just don’t understand how she could do this to you. You’re such a good guy, overall. I decided that Igor was harmless, I would dance in a strip bar, he wouldn’t know anything. And I’ll break up with my daddy.
At the beginning of our relationship with him, everything was wonderful. Igor gave me gifts. I made an offended face and told him how bad my life was, but he didn’t have to doubt the truth of my words. I no longer had to look at the fat, hairy belly. I looked at the graceful cubes on Igor’s stomach. He had disheveled thick hair. Long cock and neat balls. Our sex at first was gentle, neat and passionate. It was like he cared about me. He had long fingers. He always trimmed them. More than anything, I liked it when he masturbated me. It was divine.
Sometimes he pressed me against the wall in complete darkness, whispering how bored he was and that I was wandering around without underwear again. So you could see my nipples through my shirt. And I flowed. I felt him kiss my lips, then go down my neck, gently biting my nipples. He presses me even closer to the wall, so that it becomes difficult to breathe. Then his strong hands went lower, lower and even lower. I love it when he runs his fingers between my labia, barely touching the clitoris. Then he brings them inside, here I could lean on his strong shoulders, feel his breath over my ear and moan. So his long and strong fingers entered the vagina and began to move in rhythm. I could even run my fingers along his waist and graceful abs. Igor sharply turned me to face the wall and whispered:
“Now spread your legs wider, I want to enter you deeper,” he sharply grabbed me by the hair and pulled me towards him. Then he kissed me on the shoulder, “Shall we fuck without a condom?” Come on, agree. Say yes.
- No, - I tried to move to the side, - but he pressed me against the wall again.
- Agree, come on, we will do this sooner or later. Whether you want it or not. Do you think I don’t know anything? I don’t know how you fucked and with whom before me? Do you think I don’t know where you work? - He whispered very languidly in my ear, then touched my back and neck. I tried to object, but he grabbed me by the neck. I tried to relax so that he would loosen his grip,
-Okay, today I will fuck you with a condom, and now say thank you.
-Thank you,- I almost whispered, afraid to ask an extra question.
- Thank you for fucking you. And for letting me suck. You need to say thank you every time I cum in your mouth. And every time you swallow. Because you like it. You can’t escape me. I know where you studied, how you pay for your studies. How do you earn money? You think I don’t know that you’re twirling your tits around like a slut? If you don’t fuck with them for money in a bar, do you think you’re different? – I felt how his penis slowly entered the vagina, how his head was covered. And how much I began to get wet.
From a sweet, flawed, harmless person, he suddenly turned into a sadist.
- What did you want, did you want to scam me for money? She wanted money, gifts, and all for a blowjob, right? So you’re not a first-class whore. I’ve had better. Now tell me that you like being humiliated. Like it when I fuck you. That’s how it is now. You must always agree when I want something. Come on,” his pace began to accelerate, I began to hold on to the wall and tried to grab his hand.
“I like having sex with you, and I like when I am humiliated, I like when you fuck me,” I She spoke through a hoarse voice, tears welling up in her eyes.
- Smart girl, good girl. You’ll like it soon. I have a good dick, next time I come back from work you will suck it on your knees. Naked. And you will thank me for giving it to you. Yes? Come on honey. Yes. I know deeply. It will be even deeper and faster... Quietly, quietly... I know it hurts. Now look at me. Look at my face. And don’t even think about resisting until I’m done. You fuck me for my pleasure. When it feels good for me, it feels good for you. You understood me? Smart girl. Nod. Also, just move your head when you blow me. You must remember an important thing. You exist only for sex. To make me feel good. You served only my needs and nothing more is needed from you. She just took it into her mouth and spread her buttocks. Nobody needs your conversations. Do you really think you need education? You’re just a common slut. Like hundreds of hundreds of whores. Do you think there’s something in you? So you’re wrong. Nothing. You exist for sex... - his pace slowed down. I looked at the wall in the dark and concentrated on his penis and voice.
I felt so bad that I began to cry and cover my face with my hands.
- Cry. Don’t cry, soon I will finish and so will you... anonymous

[Shalun70]

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