Evening News

I would like to apologize right away for the errors in the text that will sometimes come across. English is not my native language, but I am trying to learn it.

Evening news

- Attention, get ready, aether.

- Good evening, Alice is with you and you are watching our news again.

That's how Alice's every evening started, because she was a famous news anchor.

The 38-year-old woman had a gorgeous figure. Her big breasts made men lose their composure, and the model's walk made her just super sexy. Her long black hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and black glasses completed the picture. She always appeared in front of the viewers only in a strict business suit. But it's not just these qualities that help me become so popular. Alice was also not only smart, it was easy and interesting to communicate with her, probably thanks to all these qualities she won the love of the audience.

Alice took a deep breath, looking at the camera, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly in a familiar half-smile. Today's issue was full of important events: from the political debates in Parliament to the tragic consequences of the recent earthquake in the neighboring country.

Alice felt the burden of responsibility, realizing that her words and intonations shaped the perception of the audience. She skillfully moved from one topic to another, skillfully smoothing out the corners of thorny issues and adding a touch of humanity to the dry facts.

Alice believed that news should not only inform, but also encourage reflection, empathy, and action. After the broadcast, she took off her strict jacket, which hid a tight-fitting silk blouse. Fatigue was making itself felt, but Alice knew that her work was important. She felt like she was part of something bigger than just television. She was a part of society, its voice and its mirror. But despite all the successes, Alice was very lonely.

Men admired her, but at the same time they were afraid of her. Alice is used to this ambivalent attitude. She understood that her intelligence, beauty, and independence were more likely to scare away than attract. Men saw her not as a woman capable of tenderness and love, but rather as a challenge, a task that needed to be solved. And, as a rule, they were defeated, unable to withstand her intelligence and fortitude.

Her loneliness was quiet but overwhelming. She could spend her evenings surrounded by fans, but she felt infinitely far away from them. The words of admiration sounded fake, and the glances seemed appraising, as if she was being viewed as an exhibit in a museum rather than a living person. In the evenings, sitting at home, Alice habitually read reviews about herself on her laptop.

There were a lot of good reviews, but they seemed somehow not real to her, her attention was attracted by critical reviews and even vulgar ones. Modern technology has gone so far that some users easily took nude photos of her and attached them to their comments. It was from them that Alice accidentally found out that there are whole groups of people online who discuss her without hesitation on closed sites.

Curiosity overcame disgust. Alice began to study these closed forums. At first with apprehension, then with some kind of painful attraction. There was a world of other people's fantasies, gossip and outright lies. She read things about herself that never happened, about novels that didn't exist, about character traits that were alien to her. It was like a crooked mirror in which her reflection was distorted beyond recognition.

The more she read, the more anxious she became. She felt like she was losing control of her image, of how others perceived her. Her personality seemed to be disintegrating into many fragments, each of which reflected someone else's distorted view of her. One of the forums caught her attention. It discussed fantasies about famous people. She didn't expect so many people to fantasize about her. All these fantasies were combined with obscene computer-generated photographs. On them, Alice was in the most depraved poses, exposing herself. And comments from thousands of people said that they would have dreamed of seeing her for real in this form.

Alice wanted to look up from the screen, close the tab, erase it all from her memory, but something held her back. She continued flipping through page after page, gazing into other people's words, into other people's dreams, which now seemed to be a part of herself.

Her fingers trembled when she came across another image created by someone who might not even have seen her in person. These pictures, these texts--it was like a virus entering her consciousness, changing her perception of herself. With each new post, she felt more and more like an object, something that exists only for someone else's pleasure. Her real life, her feelings, her personality--all this seemed unimportant against the background of what others thought and desired about her. Alice tried to remember who she really was, but her own memories began to blur, mixing with these other people's fantasies.

She felt her identity dissolving, her true self disappearing under the onslaught of other people's expectations and projections. At one point, she closed her laptop and leaned back in her chair, trying to catch her breath. But even in the dark, those images, those words, kept flashing before her eyes. She knew she couldn't just forget everything she'd seen. These forums, these people--they left an indelible mark on her, which was now a part of her.

And she didn't know if she would ever be able to regain control of her life, of her image. But even at this moment, when she was overwhelmed by fear and despair, the question remained deep in her heart: what if she just accepted it?

What if she lets other people's fantasies become her reality?

And that question, quiet and intrusive, scared her the most. Her inner sexual hunger forced her brain to work in this direction. After all, she is 38 years old and she is all alone. The body demanded discharge, and reading these comments, Alice received this discharge by intensively masturbating.

Alice felt her body responding to every outburst of fantasy, to every word she read. Her fingers were moving faster, her breathing was getting ragged, and her heart was pounding like it was about to burst out of her chest.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations, but the images from the forums continued to haunt her, mixing with her own desires. It was both terrifying and exciting. She realized that she was crossing a line that had previously seemed untouchable to her. But the more she thought about it, the stronger her desire became. Perhaps it was a way to escape from the loneliness, the uncertainty that surrounded her. Or just a desire to feel alive, even in such a strange and frightening way.

When the wave of pleasure finally washed over her, she barely held back a moan. Her body was shaking and her thoughts were confused.

After such unloading, it became much easier to work, but it was like a drug, Alice wanted more and more. Cold, businesslike and not aggressive at work, at home she was completely immersed in the world of vulgar comments. And then a completely crazy but exciting thought occurred to her.

What if she takes some of her own vulgar photos, moves them with fake ones, and posts them on a forum?

This thought, like a spark, instantly ignited a new wave of excitement in her. Alice imagined how anonymous users would comment on her pictures, describe every detail of her body, and fantasize about her. It was both scary and incredibly attractive. She stood in front of the mirror, slowly took off her blouse, examining her reflection. Her skin prickled with anticipation, and her insides tightened with desire. After taking a few pictures, she looked at them, mixing shame and delight. She liked the way she looked, but the fear of being recognized was strong. No, she was wrong, it wasn't fear, it was excitement.

She wanted to be recognized, wanted to be seen for real. She was smiling to herself, at the simple thought.

That so many fakes have already been posted about her online that her real photos will simply get lost among them. With a trembling hand, she uploaded several photos to the forum, setting an anonymous status, and waited.

The first reviews started appearing almost immediately. - Great fake "I would have fucked her." - The new photos are great, do more. - It's a pity she's a touchy person in life. "These are boobs and an ass." - She probably has a lot of men. - No, she's probably a lesbian with such gorgeous forms. Each new message made her heart beat faster. She read them, plunging back into the fantasy world, her fingers sliding over her body, responding to every word. A wave of pleasure washed over her with renewed vigor, and Alice realized that this was just the beginning. From that moment on, she began posting photos more often, experimenting with images and poses. It became her secret hobby, a way to escape from reality. But somewhere deep inside, she knew that one day it might get out of control, but she pushed the thought away, because she was a professional.

Alice was very excited by the thought that her real nude photos were walking around the network, in which she was as she was, without retouching or corrections. Anyone can see her and she will never be able to delete these photos now.

They knew at work that there were a lot of fake photos of Alice online, and this was often the subject of jokes and teasing from colleagues. Alice was joking too, but she understood that her colleagues could also see her real photos.

A month later, Alice noticed that the number of her real photos on the forum was close to a hundred. It was just that a web search was increasingly showing her real photos, not fake ones. Digesting this fact in her head, Alice felt an unprecedented wave of excitement, she felt like a porn star. But what if we don't just limit ourselves to eroticism? A thought sounded in her head. But at the same time, Alice felt a slight anxiety.

She understood that her life could change forever, and that this path would not be easy. However, the excitement and excitement outweighed the doubts. She was willing to challenge herself to find out what she was capable of. After all, she was a professional at work, and this game was just another challenge for her.

She kept remembering the actress Emma Watson, there were so many inappropriate pictures about her on the Web that if she had posted her real vulgar photos, no one would have paid attention to it either. No one knows, maybe she does. So Alice wanted to be like her.

Alice opened the sex toys website and the very next day, she was the owner of a large collection.

The anonymous package contained everything, artificial cocks and balls, as well as several vibrators. She couldn't wait to show people her holes filled with these toys.

And a new game began.

Now, when Alice came home from work, she was preparing her little performance. She was wearing a very vulgar and revealing outfit, secretly ordered on the Internet. She took a new toy and fucked herself in front of the camera lens. She didn't hide her face, on the contrary, she wanted everyone to see it, to see what kind of whore she was in secret from everyone.

She savored the contrast: during the day, cool professionalism, measured intonations, and an impeccable suit. At night, an orgy of flesh and metal, screams drowned out only by the hum of a vibrator.

Alice seemed to have split into two entities, connected only by a thin thread of the body. One wanted recognition, the other wanted contempt. As time passed, simple masturbation began to be missed.

The woman is so used to vulgar comments on her photos that she has become addicted to them. And the comments often pushed for more decisive action. Users asked for new "fake" photos in a new environment. Everyone wrote the same thing, so it's hard for the author to draw our beauty in another place.

Alice smiled, thinking to herself. -- Of course, it's difficult for the author, because the photos are real...

But under the influence of public opinion, Alice gave up. She started experimenting. At first, these were harmless locations: A room, a bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a balcony.

Alice didn't even notice how she had photographed and posted her entire apartment online. Her wet, insatiable cunt was devouring another big toy in each photo. Users praised the photos, noting the author's good taste, how well he chose the setting for these "fake" photos. Everything looked so natural.

Alice, burning with shame and excitement, read the comments. Someone admired the play of light and shadow, someone admired the successful angle that emphasized the depth of the composition.

There were also those who saw in this a subtle irony over the modern consumer society. She felt like an artist and a voyeur at the same time. Her private life, carefully hidden from prying eyes, suddenly became public knowledge, but in a distorted, veiled form. And this, oddly enough, brought her pleasure.

Alice experimented further, adding new details, new toys, and changing the lighting. Her apartment turned into a film set, and she herself became an actress and a director in one person. With each new photo, her self-confidence grew.

She felt like a creator, capable of creating something new, interesting, and provocative. And even though no one knew what was behind these "fake" pictures, Alice knew the truth. And that made her special.

The fact that Alice led a secluded lifestyle now played on her, since there were no strangers in her apartment. Even her colleagues at work did not come to her, everyone considered her a cold touch. Now it has become not just a game, but a real vocation.

When Alice came home from work, she changed into very revealing clothes and began filming her vulgar photo session. Moreover, she herself did not notice how the size of her toys had grown over the past month. The woman was very excited by the big black toys, they contrasted so well with her pale white skin. These 30 cm monsters stretched her pussy to the limit giving a lot of pleasure.

The excitement at such moments was so strong that her stone nipples on her large breasts also stuck out vertically. During orgasm, she would impale herself as deeply as possible on the toy, her eyes would roll back and she would stick out her tongue a little, saliva dripping from it.

The photos of her orgasm were fantastic, but users wrote that it was definitely fake, since a woman can't cum with such a stupid vulgar face.

Alice ordered herself a new batch of toys -- even bigger, even blacker, even more defiant. She experimented with makeup, hairstyles, lighting. Each photo shoot became more explicit, more and more insane. She felt like a real star, the queen of her little virtual world. And let someone consider her a fake, let them envy her orgasms and discuss her face. Alice knew what she was doing, and she loved it.

She found a way to be herself, to be free, and to be happy. And this is perhaps the most important thing.

Alice read the comments with a slight grin. What difference does it make if they believe it or not? The main thing was that there were more and more views. There were funny cases at work too. Alice was often shown a new photo by her colleagues with her participation.

One day, right before the broadcast, she was shown a picture by her co-presenter. - Alice, look at the picture on the web? -- he said, showing the phone. - These fake masters, look what a thing they put in you.

In the photo, Alice was sitting with her wet pussy on a huge black cock, her pussy was all wet with secretions, greedily absorbing this toy, studying each wreath. Her face reflected how it was not easy to take such a toy into yourself, but at the same time it conveyed a very pleasant feeling.

The black toys were her favorites, they were so clearly visible in the pictures. Alice looked at the picture on her phone and also laughed and joked, agreeing with the assistant. But he didn't know that, firstly, the picture was real, and secondly, she was now very excited just before the broadcast.

Alice felt warmth spreading through her lower abdomen. She imagined her muscles contracting around this huge black friend. She loved playing with fire, loved the feeling of reality and fiction intertwining, creating an explosive mix. Her co-host had no idea what was going on in her head. He continued to say something about fakes and photoshop skills, and Alice was already mentally preparing for the broadcast, imagining how her voice would sound confident and professional, despite the passions raging inside her.

The broadcast went by in a blur. Alice automatically answered questions, smiled at the camera, and pretended to be completely focused on the topic of the discussion. But she had only one thought in her head: how to get home as soon as possible and repeat this action only more depraved.

When Alice got home, she was so excited that she even wanted to record a porn video of herself being fucked by this black toy, but she stopped herself. After all, it's one thing if these are fake photos, but it's another thing if they're videos.

She really wanted to, but her mind still held her back. "Okay, it's not the time yet," she reassured herself. But life always throws up surprises. It was the same with Alice.

The next day at work, she was met by the director, next to whom was a girl of about 20 years old. - Alice, this is Maria. - She's your new assistant, she has an internship at school and she was sent to us.

"Nice to meet you," the woman replied. Alice was very surprised, because she was quite famous and just an intern could not get to her. But the announcer helped her by saying in her ear that Maria was the daughter of their big sponsor and he couldn't refuse. Alice nodded, trying to hide her surprise.

"The daughter of a big sponsor, then," she thought, appraisingly looking at Maria.

The girl looked modest, but there was confidence in her eyes. The first day was spent in familiarization. Alice explained the main tasks to Maria and showed her work processes.

Maria turned out to be smart and quick to grasp everything. By the end of the day, Alice felt somewhat relieved. Maybe this assistant isn't so bad. Pretty, not tall, about 160 cm, red-haired Maria perfectly fit into Alice's company.

The girl was very fast, quickly completed all the tasks, and since she was always next to Alice, she also began to get on the airwaves as a full-fledged assistant. Very quickly, the audience noticed her and the TV company began to receive laudatory reviews. Viewers wrote that this bright, nimble girl with freckles on her face was a great addition, and now the news with Alice became even more interesting to watch. But there was another funny detail about Maria's appearance on the airwaves next to Alice.

The vulgar jokes of colleagues have now spread to Maria as well, as fake generated vulgar photos featuring Alice and Maria have begun to appear en masse on the Internet. Maria was very embarrassed by this, but Alice reassured her that this was the price of fame and notoriety.

Alice, as an experienced TV presenter, understood that a wave of HYPE, even such a dubious one, could be used in the interests of the company. She suggested that Maria not hide from the attention, but rather use it. "Masha, understand, this is the Internet. He is cruel, but also powerful. Let's turn these fakes into a joke, into a part of our image," Alice urged. "Imagine, we can act out these situations on the air, play them with humor.

The audience will appreciate it, and the haters will see that we are not afraid of them, but laugh at them." Maria, though doubtfully, agreed. And they started experimenting. In one of the episodes, Alice accidentally "doused" Maria with coffee, and then said with a smile: "Well, now we have our own "random" juicy moment, like in those photos."

The audience was delighted. At another point, Maria "Accidentally" hugged Alice. This provided a lot of new gossip for the viewers. Ratings soared. Maria stopped being shy and began to enjoy her work. She realized that fame is not only fake photos, but also the opportunity to be seen and heard by millions of people. And Alice, as a wise mentor, helped her overcome her fear and turn a negative into a positive.

As the ratings of the broadcasts grew, the shareholders were very pleased, especially Maria's father. At his insistence, Maria has now become not an intern, but a full-fledged assistant to Alice.

Despite all the changes, Alice has not abandoned her secret hobbies. Her holes were thoroughly developed by sick toys, and the anal hole was now in no way inferior to the pussy. Now Alice had to take a picture every night where all her three holes were tightly occupied by huge black cocks. She even managed to put this big toy in her mouth. In the photo, this trick really looked like a fake, as users wrote in their comments, but Alice knew it was true.

She realized more and more how exciting it was to show the truth.

It's been a month since Maria became Alice's full-time assistant. Colleagues, we decided to celebrate this event and have a small party. Everything was fun, jokes, jokes, gifts and alcohol. Alice didn't even notice how little she'd had too much to drink. But Maria noticed it and asked to help Alice get home.

The woman and the girl got into a taxi and drove to Alice's apartment.

Alice did not doze off much in the taxi and leaned against Maria. Maria did not pull away from her, on the contrary, she was pleased. Alice's eyes were closed and she was snoring. But Maria, without fear of being judged, examined Alice's deep cleavage.

The girl saw amazing outlines of big breasts. Maria couldn't help but admire the play of light and shadow on Alice's skin. The graceful curves of her neck and shoulders, and the thin chain around her neck added a certain sophistication to the look. She noticed a barely noticeable mole near her collarbone, which seemed like a little secret that attracted the eye.

Maria's thoughts flashed back to the moment they met. Alice immediately attracted her attention with her openness and cheerfulness. There was always a twinkle in her eyes, and her smile infected everyone around with positivity. Maria felt that next to her she could be herself, without masks and pretense.

The car smoothly pulled up to the entrance and Alice and Maria got out, and just as slowly, the girl led the woman slightly holding her to her apartment. When she reached the time, Alice wanted to say goodbye to Maria, but the girl asked for tea, making puppy eyes. Alice hadn't brought guests before because of her hobby, but then alcohol apparently took its toll and she forgot about her rules and let her young assistant into the apartment.

They went into the apartment, took off their outer clothes. Alice went into the bathroom to take a shower, and Maria went into the kitchen and looked around, she seemed very familiar. The girl walked all over the apartment and her eyes began to widen.

The furniture of the kitchen and apartment seemed familiar to her, because she had seen it many times on porn photos on the Web. All these objects, paintings on the walls, furniture. Maria felt a rush of heat. My heart was pounding, tapping in my chest. She touched the cool tabletop, remembering blurred images from memory, shots where something obscene was happening in this very place. My breathing quickened, and my head began to buzz.

She tried to calm down, to rationalize what was happening. Perhaps it's just a coincidence? Does the furniture look like paintings? But the more she looked into the details, the less doubt she had. Maria, staying at home alone, often fantasized about this topic, but she was still shocked when her fantasy turned out to be true. It turns out that Alice is really a pervert who posts her real photos online, disguising them as fake. My legs felt weak.

Maria leaned on the table to steady herself. Fragments of thoughts raced through my head, like old film clips. Alice... her friend, so sweet and modest at first glance, turned out to be a completely different person. And this man was putting his personal life on display, making dirty porn out of it.

Maria felt excited. Her secret fantasy about her friend became reality.

The water began to subside in the bathroom and the girl heard Alice coming out. The woman came out of the bathroom, she was dressed in a chic short terry dressing gown that revealed a view of her cleavage and gorgeous legs. Alice came up to Maria and saw another very surprised face, she asked. -- You've seen women in a bathrobe before, and you laughed.

Maria swallowed softly and said, "Alice, you know that I am your devoted fan and it is a great honor for me that you have placed such trust in me and revealed your secret. Alice froze, not really understanding what Maria was talking about, but the girl continued. - Now I see that it was all true, all those obscene photos with you, it's all true.

Alice froze in shock, but Maria continued.

And then I'll trust you with my secret, too, the girl said softly, I'm tired of hiding it. Alice suddenly realized that she had been caught, the remnants of alcohol immediately disappeared, she made the mistake of letting Maria into her home.

She was hooked now. Alice was prepared for Maria, the daughter of a very rich shareholder, to start blackmailing her, but Maria surprised her again.

The petite girl began to undress right in front of Alice, exposing her small but gorgeous figure. Alice didn't know what to do with her eyes. She was used to seeing admiring glances from men, but the female attention, and even such direct attention, took her by surprise.

Maria took off her dress, which had no underwear under it, and her very small breasts were decorated with sharp papillae that looked directly at the woman. The girl's hair was only on her head, the rest of her body was completely devoid of it. But the main shock was something else. It turned out that Maria had covered her entire neat body with obscene inscriptions, which she made with an indelible marker. Alice swallowed involuntarily.

Her gaze slid over these provocative writings, trying to decipher their meaning. Every word, every phrase was like a challenge, like an audacious statement about himself. It was art, but it was art that made you blush. "See, Alice?" Maria whispered, her voice trembling, but there was fire in her eyes. "This is my secret. My protest. My pain." I go to work every day decorated like this.

The inscriptions were really very vulgar, Alice read them and got excited. Slut, cum receiver, anal slave, pussy licking, always available fuck. "I write these inscriptions on my body when I admire your photos online," Maria said quietly, lowering her eyes.

I am the daughter of very rich parents and everyone has always been afraid of me and avoided me. All the people around me saw me as a spoiled and arrogant girl. But what excites me is something else, I like it when they see me as a dirty whore.

I secretly want them to know that my holes are always wet and accessible. But it was always just a fantasy that I couldn't trust anyone with. Alice realized that this was not just the spoiled daughter of rich parents, but a broken soul seeking attention and understanding. She saw in these inscriptions not vulgarity, but a cry for help disguised as bravado.

Alice came closer and gently touched the painted skin with her fingers. "You don't have to hide it," she whispered, looking into Maria's eyes. "You're beautiful." Together we will figure out how to unlock our potentials, now your secret and mine have connected us.

Alice went up to Maria and hugged her tightly, kissed her on the lips. Maria jumped in surprise, but did not pull away. Her eyes filled with tears, reflecting a whole ocean of pain and loneliness. She hugged Alice tightly in return, as if clinging to a lifeline. There was everything in that embrace: gratitude, hope, and timid trust.

Alice felt Maria tremble. She gently ran her hand through her hair, trying to calm her down. "It's okay," she whispered. "I'm here. I understand." Maria broke away from Alice and looked at her with gratitude.

"I do not know what came over me," she muttered. "I... I just wanted to be noticed." Alice smiled. "I see you," she said. "And I see that you are beautiful. Not only outside, but also inside." She took Maria's hand. "Let's find a way to show the world this beauty together." Alice took off her robe, remaining completely naked, and pulled Maria into the room by the hand.

The woman took the camera and said, "Well, slut, show me who you really are." Maria smiled and licked her lips with her tongue, and then began to take the most vulgar poses under the camera flashes.

Alice did not even notice how one of her huge artificial black cocks appeared in the hand of this petite girl. And then he began to enter her beautiful pussy. Loud groans filled the room.

The camera kept clicking, capturing every movement, every curve of the body. Maria seemed to bask in the spotlight, her energy filling the entire room.

Alice slowly came closer, without taking her eyes off the spectacle unfolding in front of her. How this petite cunt sucks this black monster to the bottom. Maria obviously trained a lot to achieve this result. The moans grew louder, merging with rhythmic slaps.

Alice felt her own body begin to respond to what was happening. She ran her hand over her breasts, feeling her nipples swell with desire. Her breasts were huge compared to Maria's, and her nipples were so sensitive.

Maria moaned loudly and gently, fucking herself in the pussy with a huge toy. Alice realized that she was standing as if spellbound, unable to look away. A flame was burning inside her that she had been trying to suppress for a long time. Desire burst out, flooding all her thoughts. Maria, noticing Alice, gave her a sly smile. Her eyes were on fire, inviting him to join in the frenzy.

She made a few more rhythmic movements, then put the toy aside and beckoned Alice with her finger. Alice, as if in a dream, came closer. Maria gently ran her hand over her breast, then bent down and clung to her nipple. Alice moaned with pleasure, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through her body.

Maria pulled back and whispered in Alice's ear: "You want it too, I know." Then she took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Alice followed her without resisting, ready to surrender to her desires.

The women immediately took the 69th position without any agreement, with Alice at the bottom and Maria at the top. Their tongues began to lick each other, causing loud moans. They were so excited that the lube was just pouring out, and their faces were shining from it. After that huge toy, Alice easily put 4 fingers in Maria's pussy at once and started fucking her with them.

Maria moaned even louder, clutching Alice's hair with her fingers. Her body writhed under the pressure of his fingers, striving to meet every thrust. Alice felt everything inside Maria constrict and pulse, responding to her caresses. Both women were engulfed in flames of passion, their breathing became ragged and heavy.

They forgot about everything in the world, plunged into this sensual whirlpool. Every touch, every moan, every sigh only increased their arousal. Alice pulled out her fingers and, without breaking the pose, pressed her lips to Maria's clitoris. Alice's tongue gently caressed her, causing new waves of pleasure.

Maria threw back her head, surrendering to the power of this intoxicating sensation and began to cum. She was making gentle, high-pitched moans like a kitten. Her petite, beautiful body was writhing, it was shaking violently, and her mouth was involuntarily saying all sorts of nonsense. - Yes, make me cum all the time, humiliate me, I want to be your whore. Then they turned the tables, and now Alice was leaning back, and Maria was focusing on her fully open and wet pussy.

The girl didn't even bother much, but just immediately inserted her whole palm into the woman's pussy. After all, she had seen a lot of her porn photos and knew what kind of toys her pussy was capable of accepting.

Maria was fisting Alice, and she was almost screaming with pleasure. Without expecting it from herself, Alice violently finished with a squirt, completely pouring her urine over the girl. Maria felt so dirty and contented that it seemed that this was her happiness.

The whole night flew by like that, the girls didn't get out of bed, they were insatiable and tried to make each other cum endlessly. They fell asleep only in the morning, completely exhausted and tired.

There was a weekend ahead, during which they would definitely get to know each other even better. Already in the afternoon, lying in bed, Alice gently stroked Maria's naked body and suggested. - You know, I have an idea.

We've been working for a month now and vulgar photos with your participation have already started appearing on the web, but there are very few of them so far. - I know a photoshop wizard, I'm sure for a small fee he will agree to flood the network with your fake photos.

Maria listened to her in fascination, but Alice continued. - And when there are a lot of photos, you, too, like me, will be able to post your real photos online under the guise that this is another fake. "I like this idea," Maria said. - I've always secretly dreamed about it. - Otherwise, I have to pretend to be an inaccessible, strict, spoiled rich girl all my life. - And your fantasies and actions allow me to secretly show the world my real side.

Two weeks have passed and the number of vulgar photos with Alice's assistant has really increased. The fake mothers didn't spare any ideas and implemented them. Maria was very pretty, but when she was teased at work by this fact, she blushed a lot. Moreover, she still continued to go to work with obscene inscriptions on her body, she was excited that she was helping to lead the news and millions of people were looking at both Alice and her and did not suspect that she was covered with these inscriptions. And now Alice was painting her beautiful body, she was inventing new vulgar inscriptions and putting them herself wherever she saw fit, without asking Maria.

Alice felt like an artist who had been given the perfect canvas. Maria's body became her canvas, and vulgar inscriptions became a way of self--expression. She liked to see Maria blush at the innocent banter of colleagues, knowing what secret was hidden under a strict business suit. It added spice to their game. Maria had mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was flattered by Alice's attention and a sense of her own importance in this crazy project. On the other hand, she was afraid of exposure. The thought of her secret crush becoming public knowledge was chilling. But fear mixed with excitement, spurring her on to new adventures.

One day, Alice suggested that Maria go further -- not only to paint her body, but also to get henna tattoos. "Imagine, you come to work with an elegant pattern around your neck, and no one even suspects that it hides an obscene inscription," Alice whispered, inflaming Maria's imagination. Maria hesitated, but curiosity got the better of her. She agreed. Alice carefully chose the patterns, hiding hidden hints in their interweaving.

Maria felt like a mystery, a cipher that needed to be solved. And she liked this game more and more. The first henna tattoo appeared on Maria's wrist, imitating a bracelet. Up close, you could make out the tiny letters forming a cheeky message that read-- I'm a lesbian whore.

Maria watched the reaction of her colleagues with trepidation. No one noticed anything. On the contrary, many admired the elegant decoration. It gave her courage. Alice was elated to see her ideas taking root in Maria's mind.

The next step was an ankle wrapped in a vine with a carefully disguised curse. Then there was a thin line along the spine, the pattern of which, on closer inspection, turned out to be an obscene phrase. Maria has become a walking rebus, a provocation hidden under the mask of innocence.

Since sometimes pieces of these drawings could be seen from under Maria's clothes and flashed on the news, very soon she appeared in tattoos on vulgar fake photos. And after a while, Alice and Maria realized that everything was ready and they could try uploading real photos of Maria to the network. They have been carefully preparing for this photo session.

Maria's body was covered with henna tattoos that lasted much longer than the marker. - Alice was saying to the girl, making another vulgar and at the same time beautiful inscription, - no more markers, they will be washed off in two or three days. Now you will have only henna inscriptions and they will please you for at least two weeks.

Alice had a talent for making such drawings on her body. Very quickly, Maria was beautifully covered in them. Maria looked at her reflection in the mirror with delight. The henna accentuated the curves of her body, making them even more seductive. Fishnet patterns intertwined with bold inscriptions, fuck, whore, cocksucker, sperm intake, pussy, creating a unique and attractive image. - Well, are you ready to conquer the Internet?

Alice winked, taking out her camera. Maria nodded, feeling slightly flustered. It was an important step, and she hoped that their efforts would not be in vain. They both believed in success, but deep down there was also worry.

The photo shoot took place in one go. Alice knew how to capture the right light and angle to highlight Maria's beauty. Maria, relaxed and confident, was happy to pose, playing with large toys in front of the camera. She tried to show everyone who saw her pictures that she was a dirty, depraved whore.

Alice actively helped her in this, showing her how to take a more vulgar pose, how to bend her back, exposing her wet holes to the view. How to shove a ribbon of balls deep into an anal hole. Maria did everything Alice said. She felt like a sex slave and flowed from it.

The shooting took place in an atmosphere of complete trust and mutual understanding. Alice, as an experienced professional, felt Maria, directed her energy in the right direction. Maria, in turn, completely devoted herself to the process, not hesitating to experiment and implement the most daring ideas. Each frame became a small masterpiece, capturing not only the external beauty, but also the inner freedom of Mary. It was as if she was dancing in front of the lens, revealing her sensuality and sexuality.

The toys served only as an addition to her image, emphasizing playfulness and provocation. Alice skillfully used light and shadow to create the effect of volume and depth. Every detail was thought out to the smallest detail: from makeup and hairstyle to posture and facial expression.

Maria was happy to pose, allowing Alice to realize her wildest fantasies. No masks, no stealth, the girl was completely accessible to the camera. Maria came several times right in front of the camera, her face was ridiculously distorted, but Alice filmed everything.

Later, when selecting the juiciest shots, the girls noted that the pictures on which Maria ends look the most like fake ones, but meanwhile they are the most truthful.

The girls were laughing and they were chosen for the Internet. For the first time, they selected 20 photos, the most vulgar that they could make. Maria in them was exactly what she wanted to be, a dirty current whore, ready to do anything for an orgasm. After the photos were selected, Alice started processing them.

She slightly adjusted the color, added sharpness and removed minor flaws. But in general, she tried to preserve the naturalness of the pictures so as not to lose the very truthfulness that they valued so much. When the porn photos were ready, all that remained was to press the send button. "You have to do it yourself," Alice said. "It's so exciting, I'm going to burn with shame," Maria replied, trembling violently.

Maria took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed the Send button with a trembling hand.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and it seemed to her that everything around her had stopped. She was afraid to imagine the reaction that would follow, who would see these photos, what they would think of her. But at the same time, she was filled with excitement and excitement at the realization of what she had just done. - Still, it's great that you and I are famous personalities, no one will think that we can really do this, -- said Maria and laughed.

- That's right, Alice supported her. - You and I are like Emma Watson from Gary Potter, I'm sure she's still that bitch and she's also messing with pictures like us.

- The girls laughed, and then their mouths closed in dirty wet long kisses. One night, Alice and Maria fucked each other with all possible toys.

They were often at Alice's house now, and no one was suspicious, because they worked together and announced to everyone the official version that they were working on the next news release. Alice just fell in love with this depraved girl who was half her age.

Alice bit Maria's lip, feeling the heat spreading through her body. "You are my little enchantress," she whispered, pulling back to look into her burning eyes. Maria giggled in response, pulling Alice back into her arms. Their world had narrowed down to this room filled with the scents of arousal and forbidden desires.

Alice forgot about work, about her worries, about everything that was beyond that moment. Maria was her secret, her most intimate pleasure. After several hours of unrestrained passion, they lay intertwined on the rumpled bed. Alice ran her fingers through Maria's soft hair. "What are you thinking about?" "What is it?" she asked.

Maria shrugged, snuggling closer to Alice. "About how lucky I am to have you in my life," she whispered. Alice smiled and kissed her on the forehead. She felt the same way.

A month has passed.

Alice and Maria uploaded new photos to the web almost every day, it seemed like they could never get bored. Suddenly Alice looked at Maria and said, "Do you want to try something new?" A playful twinkle lit up in the girl's eyes.

"Of course, my whore. "Then listen to my plan," Alice replied. - I met a woman online and she offers an amazing service.

"I'm all ears," Maria listened. - Well, she owns a brothel, and for a small amount of money, she is ready to offer any woman to be an ordinary whore for a couple of days.

Of course, it will all be anonymous and the guests will only know your pseudonym. - I even made it up for you - you'll be a "Doppelganger of a TV presenter's Assistant," so no one will guess who you are, right?

Alice looked at Maria and smiled. Maria thought for a moment, digesting what she had heard.

The idea was audacious, provocative, but at the same time, incredibly exciting. Curiosity and fear warred inside her, but the former seemed to prevail. "And what, just like that, a whore?" Maria asked, trying to hide the tremor in her voice. - Well, yes, and not just a whore, but the most reliable and cheapest. - You don't have the opportunity to refuse a client, and he has the right to fuck you as he wants in any hole.

Maria imagined herself in a new role, surrounded by strange men who don't know who she really is.

The thought of it was both frightening and exciting. Images from movies and magazines flashed through my head, everything mixed into one exciting cocktail. My thoughts raced at the speed of light. It was another one of her secret fantasies.

Where she is the rich, spoiled daughter of rich parents, secretly a depraved cheap whore.

"Okay," Maria finally replied in a trembling voice, "I agree. But with one condition. "Like what?"

Alice asked curiously. "You can try it too." Together. Just the two of us. It's more interesting this way, isn't it? - That's what I wanted to offer you myself, - Alice replied. Alice winked, and mischievous lights danced in her eyes. "This is exactly what I've been waiting for!" they seemed to be saying.

She reached out and gently touched Maria's hand. "Everything will be much easier and more fun together. We will support each other, and together we are not afraid of anything."

Maria felt a surge of courage. Alice's agreement seemed to give her strength, dispelled her last doubts. Together they will be able to overcome any fear, any awkwardness.

Together, this game will not be so frightening, but on the contrary, exciting and unforgettable. "What's your nickname going to be?" asked Maria. - Well, it's clear what it is, - Alice replied, I will be the "Doppelganger of the news presenter."

They had a vacation next week and decided to take a break according to their plan. Alice contacted the brothel owner and transferred the money. She was promptly told where to drive up and who to ask. On the appointed day, Alice and Maria arrived at the brothel. He was in a secluded place and this building was not remarkable at all.

Maria nervously adjusted the collar of her jacket, feeling her wet palms slide over the fabric. She stole a glance at Alice, who seemed completely calm. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as if they were going to a fun party instead of a place where they sell love.

When they reached the inconspicuous door, Maria's heart began to beat faster. Alice knocked confidently, and after a few moments the door opened slightly, letting them in. In the semi-darkness of the corridor, they were greeted by a woman with dyed red hair and a defiant look. "Are you going to see Madame Irma?" - she asked in a hoarse voice, and Alice nodded affirmatively.

They were shown into a small room decorated in velvet tones. Madame Irma, a plump lady with a tired face and lots of gold jewelry, looked at them appraisingly. "So, girls, are you ready?" "What is it?" she asked, sitting down in an armchair. Alice nodded her head without losing confidence. Maria, blushing, tried not to look into Madame Irma's eyes, feeling awkward and agitated.

She hoped that everything would go smoothly and their little adventure would not turn into a complete failure. "And you really look a lot like them," Irma replied contentedly, looking at Alice and Maria. - You will enjoy success. "You know my terms," Irma continued. - Since you are newbies, you will have the lowest status, you cannot refuse clients, we also do not have a stop word, for these two days you are my slaves. I understand the conditions are tough, but I have such a business.

Maria felt a chill run down her spine. "Slaves?" It flashed through her mind. Alice, noticing her confusion, surreptitiously squeezed her hand as a sign of support. Maria turned to Alice with a frightened look. "Alice, I do not know... I'm scared," she whispered. Alice put her arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, we'll manage. It's just for two days, remember? We have to bring this to an end."

For example, Irma's words are already making me flow," Alice said. And then she took and put her hand under Maria's dress and found her pussy just dripping with juices. "And I see you're thrilled," she smiled. Maria blushed, but did not pull away.

Alice's touch, even in such a tense environment, was a breath of fresh air for her. She knew that Alice would always support her, no matter what. Irma watched them with a smirk, undisguised curiosity in her eyes. "Well, I see you've calmed down quickly," Irma said, breaking the silence. "That's good. The faster you adapt, the easier it will be for you to work.

Alice, without removing her hand, looked Irma straight in the eyes. "We are ready for any challenge," she said confidently. - We are not afraid of difficulties. Irma nodded, appreciating her determination. -- great.

Then let's get started. Your rooms will be opposite each other, and my assistant will show you out. Just change your clothes first, you're cheap sluts now and you need to look the part. In the changing room, revealing outfits were waiting for them, which seemed to mockingly scream their vulgarity.

The cheapest clothes and cosmetics went. Irma's assistant quickly turned famous TV presenters into two cheap whores. They followed Irma's assistant into the changing room in silence. Maria felt her face burn with shame when she saw the outfits laid out on the table. Lace underwear, short skirts, shiny tops -- it all looked like a mockery of their former lives. Irma's assistant got down to business, putting a thick layer of makeup on their faces.

Bright shadows, unnaturally red lipstick, tons of powder -- they seemed to turn into puppets, devoid of their own will. Maria looked at her reflection in the mirror and hardly recognized herself. But that's a good thing, because they're here in secret from everyone.

Their rooms also matched their image, with a minimum of cheap furniture, a dirty mirror, and a single bed. Maria looked at this and smiled and said to herself, "everything a rich, spoiled girl needs." The girls were taken to their rooms and left to wait for customers. A few minutes later, a couple of men entered Maria's room, they were about 60 years old and they were dressed very simply, they showed that they were the most ordinary workers.

"Well, hello, new girl," one of them said, turning to Maria.

Maria smiled tightly in response, trying not to betray a single drop of fear that held her down from the inside, because these were her first clients. Her heart was pounding, but outwardly she tried to remain calm. The men surrounded her from two sides and began to paw her, it was obvious that they often come here.

They praised the petite Maria, and one of the men even noticed that he had a granddaughter her age.

And when they took off the cheap clothes from the girl, they stared at her vulgar inscriptions all over her body. "Wow, what a hot bitch we've got," the men laughed, undressing completely. A young girl, staring with all her eyes at two old cocks that dangled in front of her face, she did not believe herself that her most vulgar sweet dream was coming true and she was really going to be fucked by men who were even older than her father. Her sweet mouth opened by itself, completely swallowing these old cocks.

She sucked them so sweetly that the men began to praise her, her little mouth just worked wonders. And then there was wild sex, men fucking her like a toy.

They constantly praised her, calling her a dirty slut. Maria flowed even harder from their dirty words. Maria squirmed beneath them, taking each thrust greedily. Her body was on fire, her skin tingling with goosebumps from every touch.

She felt alive, real, forgetting about everything in the world except for this moment. The men alternated their positions, each trying to give her maximum pleasure. She moaned, screamed, whispered their names, begging them not to stop. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were burning with passion, her lips were parted in anticipation of the next dirty kiss. It was now that she realized that she really likes being fucked by old men.

She could feel her body becoming more and more sensitive, every cell vibrating with excitement. She wanted more, more, more. She wanted it to last forever. Her tender body was fucked in all holes, and she moaned and choked on sweet dirty emotions. - What would her rich family think of her if they found out that their only daughter was fucking dirty old men she was seeing for the first time in her life?

This thought pierced her mind, but it did not cause any shame or regret. On the contrary, she added spice to what was happening. The image of her prim relatives, their surprised and disapproving faces, only spurred her on. She imagined them whispering behind her back, their eyes filled with disgust and curiosity. And she loved it.

Every thrust, every moan, every touch was an act of rebellion against everything that was imposed on her. It was her personal rebellion, her way of telling the world: "I do what I want, and I don't care what you think."

At some point, Maria heard the familiar moans and realized that Alice was being fucked too.

Despite their age, the men who fucked Maria were not in bad shape, their cocks stood like stone. And they twisted the girl like a doll, fucking her pussy, ass and mouth. They must have taken Viagra, Maria thought, gasping for air from another deep thrust, falling into another sweet orgasm. And then they started cumming, Maria's pussy was instantly filled to the brim with old sperm.

They cum specially in her pussy, they were very turned on by the idea that they would make the girl pregnant. Hot streams really flooded the girl's uterus, giving her another orgasm. But Madame Irma took care of it and gave the girls birth control pills. However, they did not guarantee a 100% result, and Maria was also excited by this thought.

Getting knocked up by an unknown old man, this thought stimulated her even more to plant her pussy on their old dicks. Her depraved thoughts took her far away... mmmmm... she whispered as she impaled herself on a cock. Fuck me, make me pregnant. Until recently, a young girl from a very wealthy family dreamed of becoming pregnant by the first scary old man she met.

It was no less hot in the next room.

Alice was fucked in all holes too, but not by men, but by two women.

They were a little older than her and also looked like two prostitutes. Alice moaned and squirmed under the onslaught of two skillful lesbians. Their tongues slid over her body, licking every inch of her skin as their fingers penetrated her wet pussy. She felt like a toy in their hands, and she loved it. Her nipples were hard and swollen with excitement, and her hips moved involuntarily to meet their caresses. Suddenly, one of the women pulled back and took out a small vibrator from the bedside table.

Alice gasped in anticipation. The buzzing machine touched her clitoris, and a wave of pleasure shot through her entire body. She screamed, writhing in ecstasy until her orgasm overwhelmed her.

It was only her very first orgasm of the day.

The women fucked her roughly, making a big wet pussy out of her neat pussy. They were talking at the same time. - And this bitch really looks like that arrogant presenter. - She has everything, beauty, probably a lot of money, men, and you and I are just whores. "Admit it, you're a whore, aren't you?" - Asked one of the women who fucked Alice with her hand in her pussy. "Yes, I am her," Alice moaned, coming as hard as ever. - Yes, I am the most famous TV presenter, probably every family knows me.

"That's how she got into the role," the women laughed and continued to fuck her with their hands in both holes.

"You're just a doll, a beautiful dummy," another woman hissed, leaning in her ear. - We will make you forget about your fame and fortune.

You will beg us for mercy. The hands caressing and tormenting her seemed to embody the dark side of female power. They turned her body into an instrument of pleasure, depriving her of any individuality. Alice was no longer a TV presenter, she was just an object, a vessel for someone else's lust. Alice, like a rag doll, was dressed in their arms.

Alice felt like she was in a dream. Her body didn't belong to her, but to these two strangers who were roughly disposing of it. Every touch, every moan, every word--everything seemed unreal. She tried to resist, but her body refused to obey, drowning in waves of pleasure and pain.

The women didn't loosen their grip.

They played with her as if she were a toy, sometimes caressing her, sometimes hurting her. Their hands slid over her body, causing uncontrollable gasps and screams. Alice felt her mind leaving her body, leaving only animal instincts and a thirst for pleasure. At some point, she stopped understanding which was reality and which was fantasy.

She no longer felt hatred or fear, only a wild, primal desire. She wanted it to last forever, for her body to belong to these women, for them to do whatever they wanted with her. When the orgasm hit her again, she screamed so loudly that it seemed as if her voice was breaking the silence of the room.

She went limp in the arms of the women, feeling empty and filled at the same time. Alice came to her senses from the fact that one of the women started urinating on her face. Alice opened her mouth and began to drink greedily, because the thirst was really strong. "Drink the fuck, we liked you, we're kind today," one of the women said. Alice obeyed, unable to resist.

The urine was warm and salty, but at that moment it felt like nectar to her. She drank until the stream ran out, feeling the life returning to her parched body. Another orgasm covered the woman completely, Alice was lying on the bed covered in urine and was extremely pleased.

She suddenly realized that her vocation was not to be a successful and rich TV presenter, but an ordinary cheap whore.

A revolution took place in Alice's mind.

The years of striving for recognition and success instantly lost their value. The illusion of prestige was dispelled, revealing the true desire to be given over to carnal pleasures. She felt free, having thrown off the shackles of ambition. Her body, bathed in urine, seemed to be reborn.

Alice realized that she had always suppressed this need, considering it shameful. But now she was ready to accept her true identity, to surrender to her innermost desires. After playing enough, the women let Alice go and she went to clean up for a new client. Maria was also euphoric. Men fucked her young body without hesitation.

The girl's holes were full of old sperm and she, just like Alice, was rediscovering herself. She has now realized for sure that her vocation is to be a toilet whore, so that it is the old men who can release their sperm into her gorgeous young body.

This contrast between her young body and other already experienced and adult bodies, men who were older than her parents turned her on to madness. Maria understood that her choice might shock many if they found out about it, but she didn't care. She had found her place in this world, her true self. She was a toilet whore, and she was proud of it. It was her way of rebelling against the system, against hypocrisy and hypocrisy. And every time another old man poured his sperm into her, she felt more and more free, more and more real.

She knew that this was just the beginning of her journey, and many more discoveries and adventures awaited her. Once again filling Maria with his sperm and forcing the girl to cum, the men left, and Maria went to put herself in order.

After the first clients, the brothel owner gave her whores the opportunity to relax and chat.

Alice and Maria were sitting in a small kitchen and sharing their impressions. They were both thrilled, they had never had such dirty sex before. The brothel's owner, an overbearing and experienced woman, was watching them from afar. She saw how her charges were changing, how they were liberating themselves and discovering new facets in themselves.

She knew that this path is not for everyone, but for those who are willing to accept it, it can become a path to freedom and self-discovery. Soon the girls were joined by other whores. Alice and Maria met them. The conversation started quickly. Whores shared their stories, impressions of clients, and laughed at funny situations.

Maria was surprised to discover that this world has its own laws and rules, its own joys and sorrows. The girls realized that they were mistaken for their own and now they are rich and famous, they have become cheap whores and in this brothel they will always be accepted as their own. And then there were other clients and many more orgasms.

The hostess controlled the situation and already understood the tastes of her new girls. Age-related clients were now specially sent to Maria, who were happy to fill the girl's holes with their old sperm.

Moreover, Maria fucked not only men, but also women, the women were exclusively black. Maria got an indescribable thrill from being dominated by a black woman. And women really liked her, thin, not tall, red-haired with very pale skin and freckles, she was an ideal toy.

The women were surprised at first how well the holes of this young whore were stretched. Maria, though not without difficulty, could take the entire palm of a black woman into her pussy. When the palm completely entered and squeezed the girl's uterus, Maria came very violently, and the woman, seeing this, continued to milk her, making Maria moan very sweetly and loudly.

While Maria was having fun with old men and black women, Alice had other fun. According to the recommendation from the mistress of the brothel, only perverts come to Alice. One of them, a fat bald man with a huge belly and pierced nipples, loved it when Alice put on a horse mask and crawled on the floor, pretending to be a stallion.

He whipped her with a whip and shouted obscenities, and Alice, trying not to laugh, laughed into the mask, imagining herself a thoroughbred horse. Another client, thin and nervous, with receding hairlines and trembling hands, asked Alice to dress up as a schoolgirl and read a math textbook aloud to him. He was sitting across from her, crying and whispering.: "I'm sorry, Mom."

Alice stifled a yawn with difficulty, but continued to dron on about theorems and axioms. But mostly the clients fucked her with various objects. Alice became the queen of huge artificial cocks for these two days. Perverts have already come to her room with their toys.

They were both horse cocks and some kind of alien ones, but they had one thing in common, they were all huge. Alice did not think that her body could withstand so much. Each new client brought with them something unprecedented, something that challenged her pain threshold and forced her to rethink her ideas about the limits of what is possible. But, strangely enough, she found something peculiar, albeit strange, pleasure in this perverted marathon. She felt like a sculpture being molded from different materials, tested her limits, and explored new forms of enjoyment.

Alice was amazed by the fantasies of these people, it always seemed to her that she understood sex, but she was clearly shown that she knew nothing. Alice especially liked one client who tied up a woman very skillfully, and then brought her to orgasm with huge toys, forcing her to squirm.

Alice didn't know that it's so nice when you're completely fixed and your orgasm is controlled by another person. He played with her like a toy, brought her to the very edge of orgasm and retreated. Alice begged to let her cum, but the man was not inclined. The pervert brought her to such a state that for the sake of orgasm, Alice was ready to tell him any secret, from the codes of bank cards, to the real truth that she really was the TV presenter herself. But he didn't need it, he just reveled in his power over this gorgeous woman.

The man enjoyed her desperation, saw how her mask of confidence was melting, how animal thirst appeared in its place. He sat up, looking down at her.

There was humiliation and lust in Alice's eyes. He ran his hand over her wet forehead, brushing away her clinging hair. "You're so beautiful when you beg," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath burning her skin. Alice sobbed, unable to hold back any longer. She was ready for anything. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do whatever you want." "That's it?" "What is it?" he asked. "Yes," Alice breathed. "Okay," he replied, and smiled.

"I'll let you cum if you promise me one thing." - I want you to call me to make you pregnant, but not with my sperm. You'll show up at this brothel once a week, and I'll bring you different types of sperm, and we'll pump it right into your uterus until you get pregnant.

I promise, there will be a lot of sperm, as well as fantastic orgasms. Alice was shocked by this suggestion, but her shoes were on the verge and wanted to cum. She longed for an orgasm, that brief moment of oblivion when all problems recede into the background.

And he offered it to her, but at what price?

Become a vessel for someone else's sperm, a puppet in his perverted game?

Alice closed her eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions. She could feel him looking at her, waiting for an answer. Every moment seemed like an eternity. Inside, there was a desperate struggle between reason and desire. And she said. - Yes, I agree.....

I'm a whore, and I don't need to know who I'm getting sick from. After her words, the man took out a large bottle, probably 500 ml, completely filled with sperm. "That's when we'll start experimenting," he said loudly. After that, he poured the entire contents of the flask into Alice's pussy.

The woman's pussy was filled to the brim with this nectar. Without much ceremony, the man shoved his palm into this cum-soaked pussy and inside Alice began to push the sperm directly into her uterus with his fingers.

The woman began to cum like crazy, she had never experienced such orgasms before. Alice was suffocating from the overwhelming sensations. The sperm tickled the walls of the uterus, causing waves of uncontrollable arousal.

She felt like a doll, completely at the mercy of his actions. But at the same time, a flame of fierce pleasure flared up inside, overshadowing shame and fear. The man continued his manipulations, massaging Alice's stomach, guiding the sperm deeper. Her body writhed in ecstasy, every movement throbbing in her innermost recesses. She no longer understood where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

When the last spasms of orgasm subsided, Alice lay exhausted, breathing heavily. Her mind was empty, and her body was burning with exhaustion. She felt dirty, used, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she had experienced something incredible. The man pulled back, looking at her with a strange expression in his eyes.

He didn't say anything, just turned around and left the room, leaving Alice alone with her conflicting feelings. Alice knew one thing for sure, she would definitely call him again. Two days flew by like an instant for the girls, they had long since stopped counting the number of orgasms they had experienced, there were so many of them that for them it began to seem that an endless orgasm was a normal state of the body.

The brothel owner returned their clothes to them and, as agreed, let them go home. After arriving home, Alice and Maria discussed the adventure that had happened to them. Maria decided to speak first.

- You know, Alice, to be honest, I really liked it. It's such a contrast to be a dirty slut, a cum toilet for all these old perverts instead of a diligent rich and spoiled girl.

Alice nodded in response, thoughtfully stirring her tea with a spoon. "I agree, Masha. At first it was scary and humiliating, but then...

Then I started to feel some kind of strange freedom. It was as if I had thrown off all these bounds of decency, all the expectations that were pressing on me. And orgasms... yes, it was something unreal." They fell silent, lost in their memories.

Maria broke the silence.: "I think it changed us. We've seen a different side of ourselves, one that we were previously afraid to admit." Alice sighed, "And now what? Shall we go back to our old life as if nothing had happened? Or should we try to find a way to preserve this new experience?" Maria smiled: "I don't know what will happen next. But I know for sure that I won't be the same anymore.

The girls definitely didn't want to give up their double life. - Do you know what the latest rumors about you and me are going around at work? Maria said. "Which ones?" Alice asked. "Everyone thinks we're lesbians and that we're sleeping with you," Maria replied. - Well, it's true, - Alice smiled and gently and dirty kissed Maria's little mouth. "I've been thinking," Maria continued, looking down at the floor and seeming to get even smaller against the background of the gorgeous and big Alice. - Can we legitimize our relationship?

Alice froze in surprise. "Are you proposing to me?" She spoke in a whisper, so as not to frighten away this thought. Maria nodded, still looking at the floor, waiting for a reaction. Several fears were beating in his chest at once: rejection, misunderstanding, the destruction of their small but so important world.

She knew that Alice was used to freedom, to ease, to the absence of obligations. But she also saw in her eyes that spark, that tenderness, which spoke to her about more than just infatuation.

Alice was silent, digesting what she had heard. Snatches of thoughts raced through his head, memories of their nights together, morning coffees, quiet conversations. She had never thought about marriage, something so serious and formal. But Maria...

Maria was something special, something that made her heart beat faster and the world seem brighter. She gently took Maria's hand, lifting her face to herself. There was love and... fear in her eyes. The fear of losing what they have, the fear of not living up to their expectations. - Yes, - Alice whispered, feeling tears coming to her eyes. -- Yes, I agree. And I also want a baby," Maria continued. And from an old man whom I will see for the first time in my life, in that cheap and dirty brothel.

You know what," Alice supported her. I understand you, and I want a baby too, especially since I already promised it to a pervert in the same brothel. Maria beamed, it's great, it means we can give birth together, and we can tell everyone that this is artificial insemination. You and I are such depraved whores," Alice said, and the girls laughed.

Then the usual work week began.

The women were running the newscast again, but they wanted to surprise their viewers with great news. So on Friday, they planned to confess their feelings on the air. The idea of recognition on the air came spontaneously. During one of the breaks, Alice suggested, "What if we tell everyone about us?" Masha was scared at first, but then, seeing the determination in Alice's eyes, she agreed. They had been carefully preparing for this moment all week. They wrote touching speeches, chose outfits and rehearsed so as not to get lost in front of the cameras.

The excitement grew every day, but they knew it was worth it. However, their plans were not much confused by the news, which they had to discuss with experts on the air.

The topic of Friday's broadcast was the legalization of brothels. And among the ten experts was the same mistress of the brothel where they worked as dirty whores for two days. Alice and Masha exchanged glances, realizing the irony of the situation. On the one hand, their personal recognition, on the other -- a professional discussion about the legalization of the sphere in which they recently found themselves on their own.

The dilemma was obvious: how to combine personal and professional, without going beyond the bounds of decency and without jeopardizing one's reputation?

They spent the whole Friday in suspense. Preparations for the broadcast were in full swing, but thoughts of the impending confession and the unexpected appearance of the brothel owner were haunting. They understood that any carelessness could ruin their plans and careers.

The girls for the broadcast put on the strictest business suits and went out to the guests. Their program has begun. The discussion was serious, experts had different opinions, but Alice and Maria skillfully distorted the facts and manipulated, leading everyone to believe that legalization was needed.

The brothel owner also made her arguments while looking at the girls strangely and smiling. At the end of the broadcast, everyone agreed that legal, secure brothels were still needed. And when it was time to say goodbye, Maria asked everyone to stay. I went up to Alice and confessed my love for her on the air and asked for her hand in marriage. She did everything as they had rehearsed. Alice agreed to this proposal to loud applause.

The guests of the show and the audience were pleasantly shocked.

The ratings skyrocketed and even Maria's father, the main shareholder, agreed that this fact would make them even richer and did not interfere with their choice. After the broadcast, Alice and Masha felt relieved.

They managed to save face and convincingly present their position. However, the brothel owner did not miss the opportunity to approach them. With a sly smile, she thanked the girls for participating in the broadcast and hinted that their "practical experience" was a very valuable argument. Alice and Masha exchanged nervous glances.

They understood that the brothel owner knew about their secret and could use it to her advantage. It became clear to the girls that their adventure in the brothel had not ended with their departure, but had only taken on new, unpredictable turns. - Yes, I recognized you bitches and realized that you weren't lying when you chose your aliases, which is a clever move. - Don't worry, I won't reveal you. "But I have a condition.

The girls exchanged glances. - I want you to invite me to the wedding and we will spend the second part of the wedding in our brothel. - Dirty sluts like you deserve a real dirty ceremony with liters of cum in your holes. - I promise that I will carefully select the guests for the ceremony. The girls exchanged glances and smiled contentedly. "We agree, mistress," Alice answered for both of them.

The wedding was approaching, and preparations were in full swing. Alice and Masha, despite their secret, enjoyed the hassle and anticipation of the holiday.

After they confessed on live TV that they were lesbians and wanted to get married, the Internet exploded with thousands of new obscene photos, which now showed Alice and Maria fucking in all sorts of poses.

Of course, the girls did not give up their hobby and regularly uploaded real photos online, in which they licked each other and fucked their holes with huge toys. After all, now no one could make out where the fake photos were and where the real ones were.

On the day of the wedding, Alice and Maria, dressed in luxurious outfits, stood at the altar.

Tall, buxom Alice stood in an elegant white wedding dress, which had a gorgeous neckline that accentuated the woman's large breasts.

Maria, on the contrary, chose a more restrained, cream-colored outfit that softly clung to her slender, petite figure. Joy sparkled in her eyes, mixed with a slight excitement. Both brides were beautiful, as if they had stepped out of the pages of a fairy tale book about the snow queen Elsa and her sister Anna. The ceremony began to the sound of a gentle harp, and the eyes of all the guests were riveted on the two brides.

Alice, slightly worried, squeezed Maria's hand, feeling the warmth of her palm. Maria responded with a gentle smile, comforting her.

They had been preparing for this day for a long time, overcoming doubts and prejudices, and now they were standing here, ready to say the most important words of their lives. The priest began his speech by talking about love, loyalty and support, which are so important in marriage. Alice and Maria listened attentively, as if absorbing every word.

Their own love hymn, written over the years of living together, filled with joy, sadness, laughter and tears, sounded in their hearts. When it was time to exchange vows, Alice was the first to take the microphone. Her voice was trembling with excitement, but every word was filled with sincerity and love. She promised Maria to be her support, her friend and her eternal love.

Maria, in turn, answered her, looking into her eyes with such tenderness that tears welled up in many of the guests. After exchanging the rings, the priest declared them to be wife and wife.

Alice and Maria hugged each other tightly, and the hall was filled with applause and congratulations. They pulled away from each other and kissed gently.

The official part of the wedding began with rich guests and relatives from both sides.

After the ceremony, the guests moved to a banquet hall decorated with flowers and candles. The tables were full of delicious treats, and the air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes and anticipation of the holiday.

Alice and Maria received congratulations, beaming with happiness.

The parents of both girls watched them with pride, realizing that their daughters had found their true happiness. The first dance of the newlyweds was one of the most touching moments of the evening. To the sound of a gentle melody, Alice and Maria danced around, their gazes riveted on each other. It seemed that at that moment they were alone in the whole world, surrounded only by their love.

The guests watched them with admiration, many surreptitiously wiped away tears of emotion.

But the time has come for the second part, the newlyweds, having warned their parents, disappeared.

All the guests understood everything and did not detain them. No one even paid attention to the brothel owner, who also left the ceremony.

Well, bitches, now the most fun part begins," said the hostess, getting into the car with them. - Don't worry, I'll take you to our special place, where not the first whore gets married. - I selected the guests specifically, there are only perverts there, they don't know anything about the real you, for them you are just two whores who decided to get married.

There was silence in the car, broken only by the hum of the engine and the muffled sounds of the city. The girls looked at each other, not knowing what to expect. The hostess grinned and took out a bottle of champagne and two glasses from the glove compartment. "Relax, girls," she said, filling the glasses. - Today is your day, and you deserve to get some rest.

The champagne hit my head pleasantly, easing the tension a bit. The hostess told about the "special place", it turned out to be a large country house surrounded on all sides by forest.

There was a green lawn in front of the house, a long path, and again a wedding altar, although it was completely decorated with obscene inscriptions. At the sight of the altar with inscriptions, the girls caught their breath. The hostess, noticing their confusion, laughed. "Don't worry, it's just part of the program," she said. "Your guests, they will appreciate it." Alice and Maria got out of the car in their gorgeous wedding dresses and walked down the aisle holding hands again to the solemn music. But this time, unlike the official part, they were surrounded by specific guests.

The owner of the brothel, Mrs. Irma, really did not disappoint.

The guests were as follows. First, what caught the girls' eye was that all the guests were over 50 years old. Secondly, there were men and women.

The women were dressed in different dresses, the only thing they had in common was that they were very revealing. It was clearly visible to everyone that not one of the guests was wearing underwear.

Some of the women in the dress had such a large neckline that her breasts were completely exposed. The girls also noticed that the breasts of these older women were hanging, stretched and reached the navel.

The women, naked to the limit, seemed to be living monuments of former beauty, now faded and sagging. Their bodies, once the object of envy and desire, now resembled overripe fruits ready to fall from a tree.

The breasts, like two withered melons, stretched towards the ground, testifying to the inexorable passage of time. But despite this, the fire of life burned in their eyes, sparks of unrestrained fun. They looked at the brides with grins, as if they were saying, "We know what you have yet to learn." Alice looked at her large erect breasts, and then at the sagging breasts of the guests and suddenly noticed that she too would like her gorgeous breasts to be just as saggy.

She closed her eyes and imagined her saggy breasts swinging in front of her during sex. Alice opened her eyes, as if she had woken up from a strange obsession. My head was full of contradictory and exciting thoughts. "Is that really what I want?" It flashed through her mind.

She looked at the ladies again, their bodies like old tapestries, storing stories of past passion and pleasure. In these folds and wrinkles, one could read a whole life full of love, losses and, undoubtedly, pleasures. Suddenly, she realized that her firm breasts were just a moment, a fleeting moment in the eternal dance of time. But these "wilted melons," as she dubbed them, are a symbol of wisdom, maturity, and self--acceptance. "They've known life in all its beauty and ugliness," Alice thought, "and they're not afraid to show it." And the more Alice thought about this topic, the more she wanted to have such breasts.

- Maybe Irma will help her with this? - I am sure that she has specialists who can, for example, stretch her large erect breasts with a vacuum and make a hanging melon out of it.

Alice felt a hot anticipation spreading through her body.

Irma!

This woman is like an ancient goddess of fertility, the patroness of all those who yearn for change. It's like she's holding the keys to a maze of desires, where every room is a new version of herself. "The vacuum," Alice whispered, savoring the word on her tongue, "is like a magic wand capable of shaping a new reality out of malleable clay."

She imagined her breasts, proud and defiant, succumbing to this invisible force, yielding to the pressure of time and gravity. To become like a vine, lavishing its fruits on the world, she thought dreamily. - It's all settled, - Alice made a decision for herself.

Maria was also studying the guests.

Black women attracted her attention more. Against their background, her figure was like a toy. It was the right comparison, because she wanted to be a sex toy for them. She felt like a moth, soundlessly beating against the glass of their impenetrable gaze.

Maria's ivory skin looked like porcelain compared to their velvety blackness. In this contrast, she found a perverse charm, like an orchid flower blooming in the shade of an ebony tree. The desire to be a "toy" pulsed in her like a secret prayer.

She imagined herself in their hands, a pliable clay from which they would mold the embodiment of their wildest fantasies. This thought was both frightening and exciting, like an abyss beckoning with its abyss. Maria also noticed their large, melon-like black breasts.

The girl looked hard at her breasts, which were almost gone, just two small pimples. - Can I get myself a big fake breast?

A small thought was spinning in her red--haired head. Her inner world fluttered like a spider's web in a gust of wind, torn between shame and unquenchable thirst. "To be, not to seem" --this motto of youth suddenly seemed false to her, like the shiny tinsel on an old Christmas tree. Isn't transformation the essence of a woman's nature? Isn't the magic of seduction hidden in the ability to create an illusion?

The idea of "fake breasts" burned in her mind like a match in the dark. It was a challenge, an audacious protest against the injustice of nature, a mockery of genetics. She saw herself as new, transformed, like Aphrodite, born from sea foam, only instead of a shell -- silicone. However, knowing herself, she was not sure that she would be able to focus only on her breasts.

This thought, like a vine, wrapped around her mind, taking root in the most secret corners. "Don't I deserve more?" -- an inner voice whispered, inciting new "improvements". Lips, like rosebuds, should open in a sensual smile.

Cheekbones -- acquire chiseled outlines, as if carved from marble. Maria really wanted to change, looking at the guests as she slowly walked down the aisle, to become desirable, but it is desirable for these black women. And for some reason, the image of a silly Bimbo was spinning in my head. "Bimbo..."

The word sounded in her head like a forbidden fruit, beckoning with its sweetness and danger. Is she really ready to sell her soul for the illusion of an ideal, to turn into a doll with pouty lips and empty eyes? For some reason, she was sure that in this image she would be even more liked not only by a woman, but also by the elderly, who also worried her.

After all, she had been dreaming about their hot sperm all the time. So the image of a simple Bimbo with fake forms beckoned her. She was very curious about how you and her audience would react to her new look. She knew that her viewers were used to a different image.

They appreciated her for her intelligence, for her sincerity, and for her ability to reason on complex topics. How will they react to her transformation? Will they support or condemn? Will they write angry comments or admiring reviews? She was scared, but at the same time incredibly curious to find out. The idea of trying on the role of bimbo excited her imagination.

Maria was aroused from her fantasy world by a man's statement. "Great bitch, I enjoyed fucking you last time." Maria barely recognized him, but it was one of the old men who fucked her last time, filling her pussy to the brim with their sperm.

These memories sent a pleasant sting down her body. Maria's heart began to beat faster. She felt her cheeks flush, but not from shame, but from excitement. His words, harsh and outspoken, had awakened something primal in her, something she had been suppressing for so long. She stared at him, studying his face, trying to figure out what motivated him. Desire? Neglect? Or something else?

Maria also noticed the costumes of the men. They, like the women, were dressed very differently. But they had one thing in common, they were very outspoken.

There was leather and latex and the usual formal suits, however, which had a large neckline in the penis area and he was completely accessible to everyone. Some men seemed to compete in extravagance by decorating their naked bodies with piercings, tattoos, and glow-in-the-dark paints. Others, on the contrary, preferred the classics, but with a provocative accent: bow ties barely covering their nipples, or top hats worn directly over naked genitals.

The overall impression of the men's outfits was both shocking and mesmerizing. It was a protest against conventions, a challenge to public morality, and a proclamation of freedom of expression. Each man seemed to be saying with his appearance, "I am who I am, and I have nothing to hide."

The atmosphere in the hall was electrifying. It was felt that everyone present, regardless of gender and orientation, was enjoying the spectacle. Finally, Alice and Maria approached the altar and the ceremony began.

The presenter's voice, low and velvety, spread through the hall, riveting everyone's attention. He talked about love, acceptance, the courage to be yourself, and a connection that transcends gender and social norms. His words sounded like a blessing, like a permission to be happy. Alice, in a snow-white dress with a plunging neckline and a provocative slit, and Maria, in a formal dress, stood opposite each other, their eyes shining with love and determination.

Their looks reflected confidence in their choice, contempt for prejudice, and unshakeable faith in the future. The audience froze in anticipation. It seemed that even the most depraved outfits faded before the power of feelings that Alice and Maria radiated. At that moment, they were not just two women getting married, they were a symbol of freedom, equality, and love that overcame all obstacles.

And then the moment came to take the vows, and Irma came to the altar, and then she said.

- Today is a solemn moment and a time when dreams come true.

- We have a unique chance to announce our wishes to all the guests, and we will do everything to make them come true.

"Don't be shy, as the hostess of this event, I forbid you to lie," Irma said and looked meaningfully at the girls, who understood the signal correctly, because Irma knew their secret. Alice took the floor first. Her voice was trembling with excitement, but there was sincerity in it.

- Dear guests, I am glad that you all came.

- I'm your devoted whore, today I'm getting married to another whore.

- Those who have already fucked me know my desires, but for the new ones I will tell them.

Alice was shaking with excitement and lust, but she really wanted to tell the guests the truth about her desires, besides, Irma made it clear that she had no choice. - Well, first of all, I want to be a whore for you all the time, so that my holes are available to you.

The guests applauded as they listened to the speech of this gorgeous woman in a wedding dress. Alice lifted the hem of her wedding dress, showing the guests her smooth wet pussy and a complete lack of underwear.

Alice smiled, enjoying the effect. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her body was burning with desire. She knew that this day would be special, the day when she would be able to free herself from all conventions and prejudices. - I also admit that I realized only today that I am very jealous of the guests, because all these women are very experienced whores and I would like to learn from their experience.

The women nodded contentedly. - I also envy your breasts, which hang down like ripe melons, my perverted nature tells me that this is how the breasts of an experienced whore should look. Alice moved closer to one of the women whose breasts caught her attention.

Gently touching her hand, she whispered: "Let me touch it? I want to feel this strength, this maturity..." The huge breasts of an adult woman, hanging in large pears, lay in Alice's palms. She felt their softness, heaviness, and warmth.

Alice unbuttoned her wedding dress, showing all the guests her big, firm breasts. - Is this the right breast?

"What is it?" she asked the women around her. "Help me become like you," she said, and there was sincerity in her voice. - I want the same saggy breasts as yours, and Alice again gently hugged and kissed the big breasts of the elderly woman. - Will you help me turn this erect chest into this beauty?

"What is it?" she asked the women.

The woman whose breasts Alice so longed for was the first to break the silence. "Honey, there's no secret about it," she said in a soft voice. Alice looked at her with hope in her eyes. "But I want to feel this strength, this maturity," she repeated. "I want my breasts to tell a story like yours."

"I'll help you," she replied, smiling. - I promise that in a month, your gorgeous breasts will be stretched so that you can tie them in a knot.

The woman laughed. And behind her, the rest of the guests laughed, clearly approving of what was said. Alice blushed, but there was anticipation in her eyes, not embarrassment.

She felt that she was on the threshold of something new, something that would change her forever. "I'm ready for anything," she whispered, without taking her eyes off the woman with the breasts that had become the object of her desire.

The woman nodded and took Alice's hand. "First of all, we'll get rid of everything that supports your breasts," she said, "no bras, no skinny tops. Let your chest feel free, let it know the power of gravity."

Alice nodded obediently, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. She was always shy about her breasts, considered them too perfect, too young. But now, looking at the women around her, she realized that true beauty lies in maturity, in experience, in the story that breasts tell with their shape.

One of the men separated from the guests, he was dressed in latex with slots for nipples and a penis that swayed comically when walking. "I'll help too," he said. I have everything I need, excellent vacuum pumps. - So you can say goodbye to your gorgeous breasts, your wish is fulfilled. - But do you understand that just a dangling chest is just a blank? -- He continued. - Such breasts oblige you to have stretched labia as well.

Your pussy is very neat right now, a whore like you shouldn't have one. "And a piercing wouldn't hurt," he continued. - So you've puzzled us, okay, we'll think about how to fix the flaws of your perfect body. Irma was pleased with what she heard, but now it was Maria's turn.

- Come on, honey, tell us about your desires.

Maria, shocked by Alice's story about her desires, also decided to keep up. "Today, I won't have any secrets from our guests either," Maria said, standing in front of the altar.

- I want to change too. I've always been a very insecure girl, I've been restricted all my life, but it wasn't until I embarked on the path of a whore that I realized what it means to be free.

- Looking at you, I realized that my young body is not perfect either.

- My tiny breasts are not even worthy of your looks.

- You're right, honey, a big black woman with huge hanging breasts came forward.

- Your body is perplexing. You look like a schoolgirl, not a 20-year-old whore.

- Do you want me to tell you what you need to change?

Maria swallowed, feeling her mouth go dry. Her gaze slid over Alice, whose eyes were alight with excitement and anticipation. "I want big breasts like yours," Maria breathed, pointing at the black woman.

- I want men to go crazy about my body so that I feel desirable.

The black woman grinned, revealing snow-white teeth. "Good choice, baby. Big breasts are power. But this is just the beginning. Your ass also lacks volume, and your lips lack sensuality.

Maria blushed, but there was already determination in her eyes. She was willing to do anything to become as confident and desirable as these women. She knew that the path of a whore is not only freedom, but also the opportunity to change herself, to become who she always dreamed of being.

"Yes, I want to be a bimbo," the words burst out of Maria's little mouth.

The black woman smiled contentedly. - Yes, whore, you'll get huge fake breasts, fake lips and ass. - Since you are quite thin, these improvements will look very vulgar on you. - Just don't forget the main thing, any Bimbo should be dumb and all three of her holes should be huge, capable of taking in any dick. "I will be whatever you say,"

Maria whispered, feeling her fear and doubts recede before the pressure of determination. She was ready to dive into the pool of transformation, surrender to the current, knowing that a new life full of power and adoration awaits her on the other shore.

The black woman laughed, and this laughter was like the clink of coins, the rustle of bills -- a symbol of the power that Maria so longed to gain. Suddenly, Irma addressed the guests. - Well, if you're done with vows, I suggest we move on to gifts. A murmur of approval rang out from the guests.

"The first gift from me," Irma said.

"It's a whore's mark. - I want you not to forget who you really are, so I suggest you get tattoos. The woman called the man over to her. - This is the master, he will arrange everything.

The man opened a large bag and showed his tools. "Let's not delay," Irma said. The woman came up to Maria and said, you're my first sweetheart. "Why me?" Maria was surprised.

- You look so modest in this dress, I really like it. Well, brides, take off your dresses.

Alice and Maria quickly took off their dresses and remained in front of the guests only in stockings and high-heeled shoes.

The women again drew attention to Alice's gorgeous big toned breasts. "Yes, we'll have to work on this whore," a 55-year-old woman shook her head. - Well, never mind, soon her breasts will be like ours.

Maria had nothing to brag about, so the master immediately went to her.

The girl was placed in a chair, spreading her delicate legs wide.

Irma looked at Maria and said, "You always dreamed of being filled with sperm, so you will have a tattoo on your pubis in the form of a uterus with ovaries, as well as inscriptions - a sperm receiver. Alice watched as a beautiful pattern blossomed on Maria's body. A uterus with writhing ovaries, like the roots of an ancient tree that had taken root in the flesh.

"Sperm receiver" are words written on the skin, denoting its new essence.

"Remember, no temporary henna tattoos now," Irma laughed. Just keep it real.

I know that you like tattoos, so now they will always be with you, and this tattoo is just the beginning. - Because you know that bimbo and tattoos are best friends. Irma came closer, her eyes burning with devilish fire.

"Well, do you like it?" She whispered, tracing the outline of the tattoo with her finger.

"This is just the beginning. Your body will become a canvas on which we will write the story of your transformation."

"Now you're a whore," Irma said, and called Alice over.

The woman sat down in an armchair, spreading her legs wide, showing everyone her trained holes. Get this whore a tattoo on her chest. The needle began its dance, leaving a trail of ink on the delicate skin. Alice worked quickly and skillfully, her movements were precise and confident. A new pattern bloomed on the woman's chest--a dark flower symbolizing sin and vice. And under the picture appeared the inscription -- Pervert.

This inscription conveyed her essence like no other. The ink ate into the skin like sins into the soul, leaving an indelible mark. The flower of sin bloomed on her chest, as if it were a symbol of her downfall, her rejection of all that was bright and pure. But this fall had its own beauty, its own power, its own unique perverted aesthetics.

Now these whores are accepted into our vicious circle," Irma announced to everyone. Now let's fill their holes with cum all the way to the brim. But then a thin man stepped out of the crowd, "Wait," he said. - This whore can only be filled out by me, and he pointed his finger at Alice. "She promised me." Alice nodded. "All right," Irma said, "you have to keep your word. - Only you have the right to pour cum into her pussy, other holes are suitable for all other guests.

The man, without taking his eyes off Alice, approached her like a predator to its prey. There was hunger in his eyes, a desire that threatened to consume her whole. He touched her cheek, and Alice flinched from this touch, as if from an electric shock. She felt hot with lust.

Dozens of hands began to gently caress the girls, and their insatiable holes were immediately filled with big old cocks. Maria was especially happy, her young 20-year-old body was just hungry for sex with old men. Only their sperm could give her perverted pleasure. So it could be said that the wedding night of the newlyweds had begun.

Two beautiful whores, were in the hands of vice. They knew for sure that today they would be raped to the fullest, they would get what they deserved. Only Alice understood that from that day on, it would be harder and harder for her to return to the image of an ideal TV news anchor.

She didn't talk about Maria at all, because she saw that this petite beauty was turning into an insatiable prostitute just in front of her eyes. But now they were newlyweds and they would continue this path together.

The epilogue.

It's been half a year.

During this time, there have been changes that have greatly affected Alice and Maria.

Irma, I recorded all the wishes of the girls on a video camera at the wedding, and this was a huge argument for blackmail, but they did not have to use it, because the girls themselves sincerely desired it. As Alice requested, a lot of work began on her breasts.

She was given a special vacuum system for her home, and now she had to work with it for several hours a day. When Alice placed her big breasts in this machine, she felt like a cow being milked. The sensations were so vivid that she cummed profusely several times per session.

Alice was shy at first, but then she got a taste for it. She loved watching her breasts swell and expand under the influence of vacuum. The skin became smooth and taut, the nipples hardened, and a pleasant longing grew in the lower abdomen. Every weekend she came to the brothel and showed the result. As a result, after several months of training, her beautiful large standing breasts sagged, lengthened and now hung in two large pears all the way to her waist.

The nipples also enlarged and became very sensitive. Alice was delighted with her new depraved look. After all, now that she was fucked with cancer in a brothel, her sensitive nipples slid right across the floor, further arousing her.

She knew that many would condemn her, that they would call her a fallen woman. But she didn't care. She found her own way, her own way of being herself. And even if this path leads through pain and humiliation, she is ready to follow it, because this is the only way she can feel free. Humiliation in general became very pleasant for her, because on Irma's instructions, Alice was now fucked only by recognized perverts.

Now the famous TV presenter was constantly called a fucking cow, an anal whore, and people she saw for the first time in her life were constantly urinating in his beautiful mouth. And her big saggy breasts, in general, became the object of bullying for everyone. She was constantly being pulled back, forced to be even bigger.

The pussy and anal hole have also been transformed, now they have been designed as if Alice had been working as a whore for 20 years.

Her inner labia were always sticking out like a flower bud, they were always wet with excitement and desire, so the clients were happy to lick them completely sucking them into their mouths. Alice never got pregnant, she was supposed to be impregnated by that skinny pervert.

He filled her with liters of sperm for three months, her uterus was so used to being full that Alice herself could not imagine what it would be like not to be filled with sperm. But three months later, the man gave up and admitted that the experiment had failed. It turns out that he had been filling her uterus with dog sperm all this time, he wanted her to have puppies.

The woman was so surprised that she didn't even say anything to him at parting. But she wasn't disgusted, it's just that when she found out that she had been carrying dog semen for several months, she was overtaken by an orgasm that she didn't even expect from herself. This fact amazed her and made her take a different look at dogs.

After all, it was a new, unexplored facet that made her imagination flutter with pleasure.

She decided for herself that she would definitely try this forbidden pleasure. Alice's changes have not been in vain for her career either. The director did notice that the woman's breasts had become so large that she could no longer carry the news. It just wasn't respectable, people only looked at her forms and didn't hear anything else.

Then the management decided to create a new program for Alice. Now the experienced presenter hosted an adult night program, to which perverts were invited, she interviewed them, finding out everything about their fetishes.

Her image, of a sexy woman with big breasts, was very suitable for this format. Alice, like a butterfly, flew out of the cocoon of a news anchor, spreading her wings on the night air.

Now she didn't read out dry facts, but wove lace from the innermost desires, pulling out their most piquant secrets from the depths of the perverts' subconscious.

"Tell me about your fetish," she whispered into the microphone, like a snake hypnotizing a rabbit. Her voice, velvety and alluring, penetrated under the skin, forcing the guests to open like the buds of exotic flowers under the moon.

Every time Alice talked openly with a new pervert, she discovered something new for herself. The guests, like moths to the light, flocked to her show, eager to vent their secret passions. They talked about their fetishes as if they were confessing to a priestess of forbidden love. Alice listened, absorbed, analyzed.

The new job was a breath of fresh air for Alice. She felt like not just a presenter, but a priestess of vice, who opens the gates to the world of forbidden pleasures. Her breasts, like two ripe pomegranates, attracted glances, and every gesture was filled with languid grace, making the blood boil in her veins.

The ratings of the program skyrocketed. Alice has become the queen of the night, a muse for those who are looking for thrills and are ready to share their innermost fantasies. She was basking in the rays of glory, like Aphrodite emerging from the foam of the sea.

Her outfits have become more relaxed, although she has not yet dared to appear to the audience in full glory. But at night, this fantasy constantly haunted her, as she undressed live and showed the audience what her body looked like: with saggy breasts, large nipples, designed holes like a well-deserved prostitute and vulgar tattoos on which anyone can read what a whore she is. In her fantasies, her nipples, like two rosebuds, swelled with desire, ready to open under the caresses of invisible hands.

The holes, designed over years of pleasure, whispered stories of hot nights and unrestrained passions. Tattoos, like brands of sin, loomed on her body, revealing her true identity as a daring and seductive whore.

The night, like an experienced lover, whispered its dirty secrets to her. In the dark, her fantasies became even more daring and outspoken. She imagined thousands of eyes devouring her with their gaze, as whispers of admiration and lust filled the hall.

In this crazy carnival of desires, she felt like a queen, the mistress of vice. "Someday everyone will know everything," she said to herself, smiling sweetly, and in the morning she went to work, where her assistant Maria was waiting for her.

Maria, too, has changed during this time and now she also worked in this Alice's show as a co-host. In half a year, the fragile girl has changed even more than Alice under the influence of her desires. With her parents' money, she had plastic surgery and breast augmentation.

Now her fake breasts were just huge, they didn't fit her small, fragile body and looked alien.

But that's exactly what turned Maria on. The girl was perfect for the freak show she hosted with Alice. She became a freak herself. Alice knew that Maria was her mirror image, only more daring and desperate.

She could see the same demons dancing in Maria's eyes as in her own, but Maria wasn't afraid to unleash them. Her silicone breasts, like two brazen challenges to society, spoke louder than any words: "Look, envy, I'm here, and I'm enjoying it!" Maria also enlarged her lips, now it was not a mouth, but an ideal device for sucking male members. It was always slightly ajar and ready for use.

There was also a piercing on her tongue, which made her look more piquant. Maria made herself a fake ass the same way. She was also on special medications to make her body adapt to the changes faster, but they had the side effect of Maria gradually becoming stupid, finally turning into a bimbo girl. But it gave a new impetus to her career, the girl was no longer shy about provocative questions and she was happy to ask them to another pervert on their show. Her parents were against her changes, but in the end they settled down, because she was an adult, and she earned a lot of money on the show, bringing additional profits to the shareholders.

Maria did not leave her job at the brothel, she was still fucked every night by old men, filling her huge holes with their old sperm. They groped and raped her as they wanted. This once sweet girl now had sex even more often than Alice, from which her pussy could accept a dick of any size without restrictions.

During sex, she was always humiliated and called names, even among the prostitutes of the brothel, Maria occupied the lowest rung. Her life became a surreal kaleidoscope: the bright spotlights of the TV studio, provocative questions, stupid jokes, were replaced by boring brothel walls, the stink of cheap alcohol and the lustful glances of old libertines.

She was both a star and a slave at the same time. Sometimes, in moments of enlightenment, she remembered her old self--an intelligent, ambitious girl who dreamed of a career as a scientist. But those memories were fleeting, like dreams disappearing in the light of day. Maria chose to forget the past and live in the present -- the life of a doll.

On weekends, Maria was completely owned by her two black mistresses, who turned her into their human toilet for those two days. Maria licked all their holes after the toilet, bathed in urine, she sincerely enjoyed her role.

The Black mistresses became her mentors, guides into the world of perverted power and unrestrained pleasure. They taught her not only to obey, but also to dominate, not only to suffer, but also to enjoy humiliation.

In the end, Maria got pregnant, just as she dreamed of from the first old man she met. She did this on the instructions of her mistresses, who forbade her to take birth control pills.

They really liked to mock her, especially they were turned on by the idea that this once beautiful girl, under their control, had become a real freak with just huge fake breasts, a nipple mouth, an anal ass and vulgar tattoos all over her body.

Now she was the crown of their work, and she was pregnant by the nastiest old black man the mistresses could find. Maria was really happy, because now she and Alice will become a full-fledged lesbian family. And a black child will add spice to their union.

They both hoped it would be a girl. Sometimes Irma admired them, these young whores were perfect, she knew that sooner or later they would completely break up with television and come to her house of vice to have endless pleasure.

The final.

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