Mi esposa me prostituye con un cliente especial 2

Here, the first partWe're going down with Esteban to the eighth floor and he made gestures for me not to say a word. I was walking behind him with my head hung low and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He took out the keys and entered apartment B, making signs for me to follow him. It was a very nice monoambiente, poorly decorated. A bed, a couch. No table and only a bar next to the kitchen with two stools.

- Go to the bathroom, get ready as you should, and present yourself to me when you're ready - Esteban said in a very imperative tone. He looked cheerful - Make sure you understand that from now on you won't say a word unless I ask you something. But when I do ask, I want you to give details and use your imagination. Got it?

I nodded without looking at him, entered the bathroom, took off my male clothes, pulled out the metalized skirt and top from my purse and put them on. I also put on my boots and blonde wig. I applied blush, painted my lips a bright red, and finished getting ready like a slut.

It impressed me to see myself in the mirror and being Camila, I delayed for a few seconds before coming out, a little paralyzed by fear and embarrassment. Before opening the door, it flashed through my head the situation I was in: I was going to prostitute myself with someone I detested, with a man who had bullied me for years at school. I felt like the worst trash in the world, an unworthy person of any consideration. And beneath the shame, fear, and uncertainty, I also found pleasure and enjoyment. A little, but it was there.

When I came out, Esteban was reclining on the couch with a whisky in his hand. He burst into laughter at seeing me and continued laughing for at least a minute without being able to stop. I stood still, immobile next to the bathroom door. I thought maybe everything would be reduced to that, just seeing myself dressed as a woman to laugh for a while, but it wasn't.

- Don't stand there, Camila. I paid to use you this way so let's get started. I want you to strut around well - Promiscuous. Come on, strut from one end of the department to the other like an obedient slut - she said when she could compose herself after laughing.

I started walking, moving as femininely as possible from side to side, trying to move my hips a lot with one hand on my waist. Between sips of whisky, Esteban was encouraging me and giving me instructions:

- See, see, moving the tiny ass well. That's it, very good. Show the man what you have to offer. That's it. Insinuate, let him know that you're a slut and want him to use you. See, a little eye roll...Jajajaja...Very good!...See, the little skirt a bit higher. That's it. Now with a finger in my mouth...that's it, look at me with an innocent face...Jajajaja...The innocent face isn't working out for you, with your headmaster face...Jajajajaja...Come here, come here, kneel down in front of me. Go on, slut, quickly.

I hurried to get my clothes to where Esteban was, quite ridiculous due to my lack of skill, and I knelt down with my hands on my lap. I still hadn't been able to look him in the eye. He told me to do it and with great effort and burning cheeks, I did it. Esteban smiled, knowing he had total control over the situation:

- When I met you, so many years ago, I realized right away that you weren't a real man. At first, I thought you were a Beta, someone insignificant who didn't deserve even a second of attention. Then I realized you were less than that, and I spent years trying to make you understand. Finally, you understood it on your own. This is the natural situation, Camila: you kneeling down waiting for my orders, ready to please me, to be used. Because that's what you are. An object with a single thought in your head: a cock. What should your last thought be before going to sleep?

- A cock - I whispered with a thread of voice.

- And what about the first one when you wake up?

- A cock.

- Very good. You have to live to serve men. I'll show you something with a practical example. What would anyone if I spit like that?- said Esteban, accumulated saliva in his throat and spat on the floor to the side.

- I don't know... nothing.

- And what should a piece of trash like you do who lives to serve?

I had two or three seconds of confusion and finally understood what Esteban wanted. I rested my forearms on the floor, just where he had spat, and licked it all clean with my tongue. Slowly and delicately. A warm wave ran through my body and for the first time overcame shame.

When I finished, Esteban stood up from the armchair and very slowly, looking at my face's reactions, unbuttoned his pants, lowered the boxer, and pulled out his cock. It was big, with very marked veins, and with some pre-seminal liquid droplets falling down the trunk. From his pant pocket he took out his cell phone.

- Let's take a photito- he said with a picaresque smile at my startled face- Don't put that foxy face on me. I'm the one who knows what I can and can't do to you. You have to obey and nothing more. Now grab my cock, put it on your face, and give me your best slutty smile. I want the smile of a girl in love with cocks she has in her hand.

I grabbed the cock very excitedly, placed it on my right cheek, and smiled at the camera. Esteban took the photo satisfied.

- Now we're going to send it here. Look.

He showed me the phone's screen and I saw the list of a WhatsApp group called Masters of the slut Camila. Almost fainted when I saw the names. Besides Esteban, there was Carla and the four friends from school with whom I had been making life impossible. From helplessness, two tears fell from my eyes. Esteban laughed:

- They're waiting for news, so let's give them something. It's all set up with Carla. My first option to finish off all false masculinity in you was to organize a gloryhole. Do you know what it is? Yes or no? That we would suck each other's cocks without knowing who we were and once we had filled your belly with cum, we'd show ourselves. But Carla wanted something more intimate. Now we're going to change the color of the letters to pink and you'll write and send the picture.

He gave me his cell phone and dictated what I had to write: Hey, I'm Cami. Thanks for the nice surprise! It's the best gift in the world for a slut like me. I can't wait to be the slut of all of you. Graciasssssss. And many heart emojis.

I wrote it, sent the picture and immediately my phone started ringing with notifications. A couple more tears fell from my eyes.

- Now start sucking, slut. Without hands - Esteban stopped in front of me, held his cock in front of me and with his hand on my neck forced me to swallow it. I started sucking slowly, smoothly, with a constant rhythm and making a lot of suction noise. Esteban made me stop.

- It's very good. Now we're going to send a little video. Suck looking at the phone.

I did it, Esteban filmed a bit and sent the video to the group.

- A little balls now. Come on, slut, with enthusiasm.

I took one of his balls in my mouth and put it all the way into my mouth, savoring it with my tongue. Another notification came from the phone. And another. And another.
(To be continued)