AM WHORE (IX) Knowing Gabriel

As I said in my previous story (My first job) I started working in a club that was located a few kilometers from my village. Many people passing by each day looking for sex, including people in my village when I recognized, tried not to cross me hoping that I did not recognize them , and hypocrisy in my village was (and is) the order of the day.

I do not went wrong with that job, I did not lack customers, but I was getting tired one some of the limits imposed on us girls. The commission to the club owner on our prices remained was abusive, and sometimes even our own freedom was cut, if we could put pimps go home until they are well they choose. Also I have to say that although I was the only Spanish among the girls club was not one of those who benefited from the “white slavery”. The girls knew in advance what came to Spain, they could leave work when they wanted and could even live outside the club if they wanted choice often depended on whether they had people in the province and just arrived.

As I said, I did not lack customers, including some became regular and came to the club looking for me specifically. Once in the club he appeared a tall, good-looking, with long hair and some gray above the ears and dark skin, that drove me crazy. Until then I had never brought me a customer, I always leaned on the counter and let them be who to approach, but this time I had the urge to do so. As I approached, I saw another girl came forward and addressed me crotch grabbing, but he pulled away and rejected. Then three girls approached and decided to give up, or wait my time. I waited nearby, leaning against the bar and watching him, risking that some other man addressed me and I had to go with it (was allowed to turn away customers, except in extreme cases). Luckily it did not happen, and he noticed me. We smile and then if I dared to approach him. The man appealed to me greatly, and I used the resource of my youth to fool around with him. I do not remember how the conversation was, the truth that we said only banalities, invited me to a drink and before terminárnosla, we were going up to the rooms.

Once inside the room, I would begin to undress but he stepped forward and began to paw me in the back and lick my neck and ears. He began to masturbate under the skirt and I, feel your package, I thought that he would leave the button of his jeans. I took it and I could see it was very large. He said that before putting on the condom wanted me to suck and I accepted without hesitation. He wanted his own man made me unconditionally, I was going crazy about him. I kept my chupándosela with care, using all my resources until I did stop, telling him that if he was going to cum in seconds.

Then he told me to put in four as he put the condom, but I told him no, I did not want that there is no barrier between him and me. At first I was amused, but I convinced him saying that he was making an exception for him, and it was true: with customers never did without the happy rubber (standard club the owner himself jumped when he wanted to give me a powder, but …). I was horny cums what I had making the blowjob, so there were no problems to let one onslaught despite the size. He began to push more and more strength and I started to sweat like a pig. My grade fever began to rise until it exploded in an orgasm that shook my whole body. I could not stop moaning and screaming release, and that neither fazed him: drilling continued until she wanted to provoke me later another orgasm, but not so intense

. That’s when he told me that he was tired and wanted to change positions. he face up to the “tent” lay down and I started to suck a bit before going fucking. Then I climbed on top of his cock, leaving her in my pussy and started to do a little dance hip. He gave me complete freedom to move as I wanted, so come to me to make, as he would not move one centimeter. I knew perfectly what to do: I went with my dance and then went poking a mechanical movement, more percussion, which gave its outcome: we merge in orgasm almost simultaneously that caught me holding him. After the dust, he asked me for my phone number and we exchanged. He told me his name was John, who was 38 and lived in the capital of the province, where he had a bar. It was the beginning of a relationship that would lead me to live with him later in the city.

In the following story I tell when I ran away to the city to live with John. Thank you for having read. Goodbye!!!