Misc. Erotica My step by step transformation

[pastispresent]

I held Amit’s hand and asked him “Amit, did you like it?”

“Well Neha… Yes”

“Don’t be shy Amit. Look me into the eyes” I turned his head towards mine.

“Well, Tell me Amit. Why are you so shy? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“Well, I enjoyed it Neha”

“Then why are you so shy?” I moved closer to him.

“You are so beautiful. Neha. I can’t stop looking at you”

“Then don’t feel why. Look at this beautiful woman in front of you………Didn’t you like me Amit?”

“No. I like you”

“What do you like about me? Amit”

“Well, I like your eyes.”

“How are my eyes? Describe them”

“They are breath taking Neha. They are intense”

“What else you like about me?”

“You have sexy smile”

“Well Thank you Amit.”

“And?”

Amit was silent.

“Amit. What about my boobs? You don’t like them?” and I placed his hands on my boobs. 

“Oh my god Neha. I love your boobs. They are soft and sexy. Those nipples are irresistible” 

“Amit….I really liked it when you licked my nipples. I felt even ticklish”

“You did?”

“Yes. You seem to like them a lot” I smiled at him. 

“Amit… What else you liked?”

“Well, I loved it when you moaned and talked dirty. I loved it when you bite you lips while doing so” 

“So you like it when I talk dirty?”

“Yes”

“Amit……How did you feel when I was giving blowjob? Is there anything I should improve?”

“It was amazing Neha. You did great. I loved every bit of it”

“Thanks Amit”

Amit said “You really improved a lot Neha. You should get good at this. You should do this whenever the situation is awkward and when you want to break the ice”

“Well, thank you”

“Amit. You really made me comfortable about all of this now. Do you think I will succeed in this”

“Neha. You think too much. You were so spontaneous and energetic on bed. What happens when you are normal. You always seem to think too much. You stop thinking and cherish each moment. Stop judgements and go with the flow.”

I listened to what he said and decided to stop overthinking. I am wild on bed because I am enjoying the moment. I should maintain the same feeling during normal time as well. I should not feel ashamed or get judgmental about this. 

“Neha. Once tell you are a whore”

“What?” I exclaimed. 

“Once say it”

“I am a whore”

“Good”

I kept a confused face. 

“See Neha? You are thinking why I asked you to say those words instead of getting angry about it. Your thinking is clouding your spontaneity. You seem to deny that”

“Clients may call you whore, slut, bitch etc. You should take it as fun. Don’t get serious about it. Nobody in real life calls you that. Your life is private. You are just a beautiful girl who is busy with her career to the outside world. You are Neha to outside world but a whore here” 

“Amit. You are making me uncomfortable”

“What do you call someone who sleeps for money?”

I kept silence. I started to accept what he said. I am a whore. So what? Its private life. I am still the “Sweet” Neha to the outside world. I should not get offended by it. I am sleeping for money.

“Now tell me Neha. What are you to outside world?”

“Neha”

“What are you here?”

“A whore”

To be continued…………..