That summer I turned 18 and was ready to stop being a virgin. My friends didn't seem very willing to help me. A lot of f

That summer I turned 18 and was ready to stop being a virgin. My friends didn't seem very willing to help me. A lot of fooling around, giggles, kisses, but when it comes down to it, nothing at all. So, I was so desperate that I decided to resort to the old tradition of paying girls. I collected the weekly payments, some extra for the end of the course and the birthday payments and I left ready to make my debut. I approached through the lower part of the city, where the prostitutes used to be, most of them foreigners. I had once passed by there to look out of the corner of my eye but without daring to address anyone, but that day I was determined. It must have been a bad time, because when we arrived in the area there were none at that time. I began to wander absentmindedly through the alleys, waiting to see if anyone would appear. I noticed that there was a car driving slowly, surely it was another customer looking. A few minutes passed and I started to get nervous because I was becoming very visible in that place that didn't have a very good reputation. I had almost resigned myself to leaving and leaving it for another day when the car that was driving by stopped at my level. Inside, a man of about 50 years old addressed me: - Hey boy! How much? I was speechless. It was clear that that guy had mistaken me for a hustler, seeing me walking around there for so long. I looked from side to side, embarrassed, but luckily there was no one on the sidewalks. The man kept looking at me, waiting for an answer. To me, completely confused, and a bit of a joke, it occurred to me to say 30 euros. To my surprise, he opened the passenger door and told me to get in. I looked up and down the street again and before anyone saw me, I got into the car. The man started the car and we left there. As I said, he would be about 50 years old, very fit, short gray hair and a strong build. We didn't talk for most of the trip, while I was thinking about what I had gotten myself into. He drove to the outskirts of the city. It had already gotten dark and he stopped in a field area where excursions were usually made. At that time I was lonely. I noticed that he was going to make a shot. It was obvious that he knew the place well. When we stopped, he turned to me and said: - Well, here we go, let's see how you behave. He unbuttoned his shirt and grabbed my neck with his hands to bring my face closer to his bare chest, asking me to kiss and lick it, while he caressed my neck and kissed it. Then he lifted my face and violently brought it towards his to kiss me on the lips. He was eating my mouth for a long time while he took my hands and put them in his package. I didn't say anything, I let myself go and noticed how the package was growing under his pants. Suddenly he unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down and left his cock in the air. It had already grown quite a bit, but it was not yet erect. He told me to fuck him and jerk him off, while he continued kissing me. I could never imagine that. I had masturbated many times, but now I had another cock in my hands growing with my caresses. The glans was already out when he grabbed my neck and lowered my head. It was the signal for him to suck it. I put my tongue on her bud to lick it and I noticed how she shuddered. He put his hands on my head and told me to suck him all off. She was very big and chubby. I started to swallow it little by little. He slowly pushed my head to keep up. From time to time I would take it out to put it back in again. The cock was getting wetter and wetter, liquids were starting to come out that I collected with my tongue. He was getting more and more excited, he told me that I was a whore who sucked him very well. I continued sucking him for a while longer, being aware that I liked what he was doing and what he was telling me more and more. - Ugh, bitch! I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill your face with cum. No sooner said than done. He took his cock out of my mouth and grabbed my neck so I wouldn't pull out while he came on my face. It was a long, thick run. He filled my face with hot semen. Then he spread it to me with his fingers, bringing the churretes to my lips and rubbing them with my fingers full of milk. Finally he put me on his knees and we kissed each other's lips for a long time. We each returned to our seats. He gave me some tissues to clean my face and before starting the car he took out the thirty euros and left them in the glove compartment. On the way back I remained silent, thinking about what had happened. I was going to deflower myself and I had ended up playing a whore. Deep down I knew that I had liked it and that an unsuspected way to earn some money had opened up for me. We got to town and I got out of the car. The man asked me for my phone number to meet another day. I'll tell you what happened in the next quote.