At that moment, I was living in the streets. I’ve lost my parents, I didn’t want to live in foster homes so I escaped and lived in the streets. I was there until I was 18. I lived the whole dangerous life of a hobo and didn’t really have any chances for finding a real job or getting organized. Who would hire a girl that lives on the street?
One time, there was this TV crew that came to me, asking me to be the part of their documentary about the life on the street. They offered money, so I couldn’t refuse. The director, Mark, was really kind to me. Nobody was that kind to me since I lost my parents. One thing led to another and we started talking about love as a part of my life. He asked about love while I answered about sex. Sex were easy on the streets, but love was very hard to find. Mark wasn’t judgmental.
So, there I was, spilling my guts to a total stranger who was about to make a movie out of it and earn money. Somehow, I didn’t mind it. I promised Mark to take him to the place where I take men to have sex, but I said that I won’t allow the camera there. He agreed. We came there and I was shy. Suddenly, it looked so horrible to me. But Mark came to me, raised my chin with his finger and said that there is nothing to be ashamed of. He kissed me lightly on the lips. I accepted the kiss and it grew to be more and more passionate. In a second, we started taking each other’s clothes off, like at the Eronavt.com fucking videos.
We were lying on my spot, covered with rags, hidden by some old curtains and I was kissing and sucking his dick like I was paid to do it. However, he didn’t want that from me. He wanted real, pure sex. He wanted to fuck me like a woman and not like a whore. He was on his back and I knelt over his dick and allowed it to slide inside me. I was riding it, and for the first time, I wasn’t thinking about anything else.
I was concentrated on his warm flesh inside me and it was thrilling. We were fucking so well! He kept my hips firmly and pulled me down each time I got up from his dick. In a way, it felt like he was stabbing me with his big cock. I loved it. There I was, thinking about poverty, drugs, sex, porn videos and the possibility of love. Yes, love. The idea itself made all those feelings build inside me and form an energy bolt that exploded like the best orgasm I ever had.
It was so intense, I couldn’t keep feeling his dick anymore, so I came down from it and continued to such it until Mark unloaded into my mouth. He didn’t want to, but I insisted. After that, my whole life of poverty changed. Mark helped me stay away from the fucking videos, and the street and helped me find a real job and keep it.