Earned

My friend and I were both 18. We studied at a technical school, not very well, we skipped classes, smoked during breaks, usually didn't do homework, and hung out in the evenings. However, none of that really matters: every average student lives like that. Pedophiles often hit on us, blatantly offering intimate services.

I liked a guy from our group, or rather, I wanted him. But since I was a virgin, and they all were too, even though they were older, making such a proposition to him seemed like the height of audacity to me. Yes, I would have done it immediately if I had known for sure he felt the same way.

Yeah, what the hell's the point, he would have gotten on my nerves in about three days anyway. My infatuations pass quickly. Of course, if I were drunk... But, having watched my parents enough—forever young, forever drunk, forever fighting—I swore I'd never drink. Anyway, that's not the point. Because our, or at least my, life changed dramatically after one incident.

We were just standing on the porch smoking with Zhenka, my friend, when an old woman approached us and started yelling:

— What are you doing smoking and spitting like camels! What girls you've become, worse than boys! Where do you live?

— In the next entrance, — I lied.

— Then get over there, no spitting here, you junkies!

We laughed and walked away towards the next entrance. On the way there, we bumped into a strange-looking man in a raincoat. He looked at us and stopped, watching us go. And then Zhenka got the urge to say:

— Kat, let's stop.

— Why?

— Well, let's just stand here, — she insisted.

And then the man started walking towards us slowly. I looked at him warily, as if expecting something bad. He came up and said, looking at me:

— So, girls, fifty rubles for a blowjob.

Without a word, I turned around and walked away from him, and Zhenka followed. Then I stopped and looked back.

— What, didn't you want to earn some money? — said my friend, — I need money too.

— Fifty rubles? I'd rather ask my parents for it.

— Maybe he meant fifty bucks! Let's go! — She wouldn't let up.

The man was still standing there watching us.

I walked up to him and quietly asked:

— You want us to suck you off?

— Yes, I'll give you fifty each, — he smiled slightly.

— Where?

— Let's go to the entrance.

The old woman was long gone, and we went into his entrance. Zhenka followed us hesitantly.

I already regretted agreeing and was about to run away, but suddenly a strange, elevated mood washed over me; I was excited by the thought that I was about to suck (for the first time!) the dick of some adult, unattractive man in a stairwell for fifty rubles.

I noticed I was trembling slightly—either from fear or excitement. We took the elevator to the third floor and went behind a cement pipe that served as a garbage chute. I noticed the bulge in his pants:

— Get on your knees, whore, and take my cock in your mouth. — He ordered roughly.

— Money first, — said Zhenka.

— And you shut up, first I'll fuck your mouths, then I'll pay. And hurry up, I need to get home!

With these words, he unzipped his fly. I wanted to suggest Zhenka go first, but, looking at the man's threatening face, I changed my mind. I got on my knees and first took his swollen red cock in my hands, then wrapped my lips around it, sucking. I had no idea how it was done, so I did everything quite slowly. Then he grabbed my head and started thrusting onto his cock himself. I sucked.

— Come on, girl, suck, don't stop, — he mumbled incoherently.

The man started moaning. It wasn't even a minute before he came in my mouth, and I had to swallow. I got to my feet and wiped my lips. I felt disgusted looking at Zhenka. The man said to her:

— Get on your knees, stupid bitch, and suck until I fuck you in the ass! — he said to her. Zhenka backed away but still did what he said.

I didn't look at them, thinking about the money. What if he tells his friends about this and they want to try too?

Zhenka somehow finished quickly, and when he finally zipped up, he said.

— I'll give you another hundred each for your asses.

At first I thought he'd gone too far. I wondered if he'd give us the money later or not? Zhenka said:

— Well, Kat, come on, imagine, we'll already have a hundred and fifty.

— Okay, let's do it.

Surprisingly, the stairwell was quiet, and no one was using the elevator. I said to him:

— First, give us the money for the blowjob.

— What blowjob, you don't even know how to suck properly! That was a warm-up. And now, pussy, take off your pants and get on all fours. You can lean on this, — he pointed to the garbage bin lid.

— In the end," I thought, "I have nothing to lose. So what if he fucks me, at least I'll earn some money and gain some experience.

I pulled down my jeans, exposing my ass, and, getting into position, presented it to him. I immediately felt him enter me from behind. He fucked me roughly, slapping my buttocks with his palm. It hurt, but was quite tolerable. With one hand he spanked my ass loudly, as if driving a horse (from the side, the way he was fucking me, it probably looked like that), and with the other hand he covered my mouth. And then he thrust his cock into me so hard that I screamed. He slapped my ass painfully.

— Don't you dare scream, you fool, people live here. Just moan with pleasure, — he rasped and laughed.

He slipped a finger into my vagina, making circular motions. I started moaning. How often had my own fingers, small cucumbers, elongated nail polish caps, tampons been there before. But when you do it yourself, you usually don't get pleasure, but here, the rough and dirty hands of a stranger practically brought me to orgasm.

After about five minutes, he finished fucking me in the back hole. He pulled out his cock and said to me:

— Suck it off. You're better than your friend. And then we'll continue with her.

Without a word, I started sucking his dirty cock, feeling it harden in my mouth.

Then he pulled it out of my mouth and shouted at Zhenka:

— What are you standing there for, dumb bitch, take off your panties!

She obediently did what he said. He fucked her too.

Finally calming down, the man rasped:

— Give me your phone numbers. We'll fuck again in the stairwell, only for free next time.

— Why for free? — I interjected.

— Because, — he yelled, — you're inexperienced, slimy schoolgirls! Although I liked it, very much, — he smirked.

Inside, I felt torn apart, burning and dullly aching. However, I said:

— Next time, let's be somewhere we can lie down. There we'll service you fully. But you'll pay more. And now, give us the money.

The man rummaged in his wallet and, reluctantly, handed us a hundred each.

— And the other fifty? — Asked Zhenka.

— Fine, I'll give you another twenty each and get your asses out of here. And don't you dare tell anyone.

Zhenka and I left, giving him our phone numbers.

The next day at three o'clock, the phone rang. I hurried to pick up, afraid my mother would get it first. He told me where to come. I asked if he had called Zhenka, and he said yes.

I went to the indicated place and rang the doorbell. Some unfamiliar man opened the door.

— Come in, — he said.

I entered a dirty, cramped one-room apartment and immediately felt something was wrong. Zhenka was nowhere to be seen. "Probably already servicing someone in the bathroom," flashed through my mind. I went into the room. Five men and that man were sitting on the sofa. He pointed at me, saying:

— That's her. You should know how she sucks.

— Is her ass firm? — asked one of them.

— You bet, guys! — he turned to me, — well, did I fuck you good that time? Bet it hurt to sit in school.

— It hurt, — I told the truth.

— Then let's repeat it now, he said, approaching me and squeezing my breasts in his hands.

— What tits you have, little girl! — he licked his lips. — Now take off your top.

I obediently took it off. Zhenka's absence still bothered me, though I would have been less comfortable if she were present for all this.

At his command, I first took off my bra, then my tights and panties, remaining only in a miniskirt. He told me not to take it off. One of them came up to me and started groping me brazenly, then unzipped his fly. I obediently spread my legs. Without a word, he pressed me against the wall and started fucking me. This time it was even pleasant. I moaned with pleasure, feeling this dirty middle-aged man fucking me with his cock. Then I sucked him off, feeling his drawn-out moan and the admiring looks of the others. Another one sitting on the sofa said to him:

— Move over, now it's my turn.

The others didn't even think of leaving the room. They sat and watched as I walked up to one

And sat on his lap with my back to him, bouncing as if simulating sex. He hugged me around the waist and pressed me to him. I felt with my bare ass how his cock was getting hard. Finally, he slipped his hand under my buttocks, where his fly was, and, finding my anus with his cock, inserted it there. It was more painful, but not without pleasure. He fucked me in the ass. Some middle-aged loader was fucking an eighteen-year-old girl sitting on him in the ass for money! And the others watched with pleasure, jerking off.

Then I sucked for a long time, these rough men fucked me in the ass like the last whore. I didn't want everything to be natural. Otherwise, I could get pregnant.

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