I left the house that night with my heart racing. My husband had given me a goodbye kiss before closing the door. We were going to fulfill a fantasy we had talked about for months: I would be a prostitute for one night and he would follow me closely, observing every detail.
I was wearing a tight red dress that accentuated each curve of my body, my lips painted with an intense red, and high heels that made me feel powerful and sexy. I walked a few blocks to the agreed-upon corner, and there he was, the man who had hired me. His name was Cristian, a robust, tall, and muscular businessman, with a presence that made me feel small beside him.
Cristian looked me up and down and smiled, opening the car door. I got in, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Hello, beautiful, he said as he started the car. We're going to have an unforgettable night.
The drive to the hotel was short, but my mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. I knew my husband was following us in his own car, probably with his heart beating just as fast as mine. We arrived at the hotel and went up to the room Cristian had reserved.
As soon as we entered, Cristian gently pushed me against the wall and started kissing me fiercely. His hands explored my body with an urgency that set me on fire instantly. I responded with equal intensity, letting myself be swept away by the situation. As his lips met and his hands explored, he led me to the bed.
Cristian stepped back for a moment and took off his clothes, revealing a worked-out body and a surprisingly large and thick penis. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight, a shiver running down my spine as I imagined what was to come next.
He undressed me slowly, savoring every moment. When we were both naked, he gently pushed me onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. I felt anticipation growing, knowing that my husband was somewhere nearby, observing every detail. second. I want you to suck my cock well, said Christian, his voice rough and authoritative. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my hands. It was so big that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I started licking the tip, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum. Slowly, I began to introduce it into my mouth, but it was so thick that it cost me to accommodate it. Christian grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper inside. I gagged a little, my eyes tearing up as I tried to adjust to its size. Swallow it all, slut, he growled, pushing harder. I felt its hardness in my throat, and although it was hard for me to breathe, the excitement grew inside me. After several minutes of intense oral sex, Christian lifted me up and turned me around, gently pushing me onto the bed. He put me on all fours and began licking my pussy, his tongue playing with my clitoris and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Son of a slut, yes... like that, I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. After several minutes of oral pleasure, Christian got up and positioned his enormous penis at the entrance of my pussy. I gasped as I felt its size, but I was ready, eager to feel it inside me. With a slow and firm movement, Christian began to penetrate me, his thickness separating and filling me in a way that no other man had done before. Scream, slut, he said as he started moving rhythmically. Son of a slut, you're so big, I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist as he filled me completely. While Christian held me tightly and determinedly, I couldn't help but think of my husband, imagining his burning gaze as he saw his wife being possessed by another man. The idea excited me even more, leading to an explosive orgasm that left me trembling and moaning beneath Christian. But Christian wasn't done yet. He lifted me up and turned me around, putting me on all fours on the bed again. Now I'm going to do your ass, he said with a mischievous smile. With a firm hand on my... ass, he penetrated me again, this time in the ass. The force of his thrusts made me scream again, my hands grasping the sheets as I let myself be carried away by brutal pleasure.
Cristian took my hair, pulling it lightly while continuing to penetrate me with force. The sound of our bodies crashing filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts of pleasure. I felt myself approaching another orgasm, my body responding to every movement of Cristian's.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of intense pleasure, Cristian accelerated his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. With a final cry of pleasure, I felt my second overwhelming orgasm, just as Cristian reached climax, pouring his warm cum deep inside me.
We both lay exhausted, panting and sweating on the bed. Cristian hugged me for a moment before pulling away, letting me catch my breath. I remained lying there, with a smile of satisfaction on my face, knowing that my husband had seen everything.
Later, I got up and started getting dressed. Cristian approached and, with a satisfied smile, handed me an envelope containing $500. Thanks for an unforgettable night, he said before kissing me softly and leaving the room.
I stayed there for a few more moments, adjusting my clothes and collecting my things, before leaving too. I knew my husband would be waiting for me, ready to take me home and continue our night with a new spark of desire and complicity.
I was wearing a tight red dress that accentuated each curve of my body, my lips painted with an intense red, and high heels that made me feel powerful and sexy. I walked a few blocks to the agreed-upon corner, and there he was, the man who had hired me. His name was Cristian, a robust, tall, and muscular businessman, with a presence that made me feel small beside him.
Cristian looked me up and down and smiled, opening the car door. I got in, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Hello, beautiful, he said as he started the car. We're going to have an unforgettable night.
The drive to the hotel was short, but my mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. I knew my husband was following us in his own car, probably with his heart beating just as fast as mine. We arrived at the hotel and went up to the room Cristian had reserved.
As soon as we entered, Cristian gently pushed me against the wall and started kissing me fiercely. His hands explored my body with an urgency that set me on fire instantly. I responded with equal intensity, letting myself be swept away by the situation. As his lips met and his hands explored, he led me to the bed.
Cristian stepped back for a moment and took off his clothes, revealing a worked-out body and a surprisingly large and thick penis. I couldn't help but bite my lip at the sight, a shiver running down my spine as I imagined what was to come next.
He undressed me slowly, savoring every moment. When we were both naked, he gently pushed me onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. I felt anticipation growing, knowing that my husband was somewhere nearby, observing every detail. second. I want you to suck my cock well, said Christian, his voice rough and authoritative. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my hands. It was so big that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I started licking the tip, feeling the salty taste of his pre-cum. Slowly, I began to introduce it into my mouth, but it was so thick that it cost me to accommodate it. Christian grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper inside. I gagged a little, my eyes tearing up as I tried to adjust to its size. Swallow it all, slut, he growled, pushing harder. I felt its hardness in my throat, and although it was hard for me to breathe, the excitement grew inside me. After several minutes of intense oral sex, Christian lifted me up and turned me around, gently pushing me onto the bed. He put me on all fours and began licking my pussy, his tongue playing with my clitoris and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Son of a slut, yes... like that, I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. After several minutes of oral pleasure, Christian got up and positioned his enormous penis at the entrance of my pussy. I gasped as I felt its size, but I was ready, eager to feel it inside me. With a slow and firm movement, Christian began to penetrate me, his thickness separating and filling me in a way that no other man had done before. Scream, slut, he said as he started moving rhythmically. Son of a slut, you're so big, I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist as he filled me completely. While Christian held me tightly and determinedly, I couldn't help but think of my husband, imagining his burning gaze as he saw his wife being possessed by another man. The idea excited me even more, leading to an explosive orgasm that left me trembling and moaning beneath Christian. But Christian wasn't done yet. He lifted me up and turned me around, putting me on all fours on the bed again. Now I'm going to do your ass, he said with a mischievous smile. With a firm hand on my... ass, he penetrated me again, this time in the ass. The force of his thrusts made me scream again, my hands grasping the sheets as I let myself be carried away by brutal pleasure.
Cristian took my hair, pulling it lightly while continuing to penetrate me with force. The sound of our bodies crashing filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts of pleasure. I felt myself approaching another orgasm, my body responding to every movement of Cristian's.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of intense pleasure, Cristian accelerated his rhythm, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. With a final cry of pleasure, I felt my second overwhelming orgasm, just as Cristian reached climax, pouring his warm cum deep inside me.
We both lay exhausted, panting and sweating on the bed. Cristian hugged me for a moment before pulling away, letting me catch my breath. I remained lying there, with a smile of satisfaction on my face, knowing that my husband had seen everything.
Later, I got up and started getting dressed. Cristian approached and, with a satisfied smile, handed me an envelope containing $500. Thanks for an unforgettable night, he said before kissing me softly and leaving the room.
I stayed there for a few more moments, adjusting my clothes and collecting my things, before leaving too. I knew my husband would be waiting for me, ready to take me home and continue our night with a new spark of desire and complicity.
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