Christa was as happy as a snow queen. A sunny day, the birds were singing and the world smelled like spring. The boss was in a good mood, which probably inspired him to give her lunchtime off today. She wanted to enjoy the day, maybe go for a stroll with her husband, eat an ice cream or just stroll through the city. In any case, she wanted to surprise him and so she opened the apartment door very quietly.

The first shock was deep. Already in the hall she heard the pleasant groans and the sharp screams of a strange woman who obviously enjoyed what was happening to her. This was joined by the lustful hum of her husband. Shocked, but still in control of her senses, Christa tiptoed to the bedroom door, which was a little open. The sight presented to her was deeply hurtful. Her husband's legs and those of a rhythmically riding lady brought tears to her eyes. She was hurt. Almost nauseous, she left the apartment just as quietly as she had come in. It was only in her car that she gave herself a little breath with a loud scream. With great difficulty she steered the car through the streets. Tears blurred her vision. This pig actually had sex with another woman. A woman who wore pointy-heeled hooker boots to her bed. It couldn't all be true. He, who was always nagging if she dressed a little sexy. The man who was always suspicious of women who attracted attention with their make-up and their appearance. This guy who told her how much he loved her because she's so "natural" and not dressed up like the other women.

she hated him. Her love suddenly disappeared, he should suffer for this incident. At the next available opportunity she turned towards home. She needed to see what bitch her "dude" had gotten involved with.

From a safe distance she looked at the entrance to her house. Minutes turned into hours. But then she saw and heard the spiked heels staggering down the sidewalk to the main street. Almost never-ending overknee boots in black lacquer belonged to a woman who could only be classified in one category. In the "slutty slut" category. This doll was a whore from head to toe. Long straight bleached hair. Jazzed up shiny red lips, blue eyelids, probably fake eyelashes with thick mascara. Her eyebrows shaved and replaced with a thin line. Heavy gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears. "And then this whore lights up a cigarette," Christa thought. Again and again Johannes, whom everyone just called "Joe", complained when a woman smelled of cigarette smoke. Christa wasn't finished with her observations. The shiny patent leather handbag from the discounter, matching the ultra-short mini skirt and, as I said, these ordinary patent leather boots. This "Madame" obviously had self-confidence. Men whistled at her and she accepted it by turning around and grinning cheekily. Christa followed the "slut" at a suitable distance. She could also see how she reacted to passers-by who complained about her adversary's slutty demeanor. The long extended "stink finger" with vulgar red lacquered claws. Men whistled at her and she accepted it by turning around and grinning cheekily. Christa followed the "slut" at a suitable distance. She could also see how she reacted to passers-by who complained about her adversary's slutty demeanor. The long extended "stink finger" with vulgar red lacquered claws. Men whistled at her and she accepted it by turning around and grinning cheekily. Christa followed the "slut" at a suitable distance. She could also see how she reacted to passers-by who complained about her adversary's slutty demeanor. The long extended "stink finger" with vulgar red lacquered claws.

Christa had seen enough. The "lady" was probably staggering to her next fuck. With a murderous rage in her stomach, she steered her car towards the old town. She needed to switch off, clear her head, just tame her anger or stir it up, that wasn't clear yet. But she no longer felt sadness. Not after getting a good look at this cheap slut.

"Hello darling" Christa lied cheekily via Whatsapp "It's getting late today. We probably won't see each other again before you go to the night shift. Love you, kisses, your sweetheart” When I heard the words “your sweetheart” he was back, that enormous urge to vomit.

The Caipi unfolded its effect. She slowly relaxed. Her spirit brightened and the plan took shape. For the first time since her school days, she inhaled the smoke of a begged cigarette. The first moves were cruel but then it got better. She would start her plan today, shops and boutiques were still open.

"Diana, Nails and more" revealed the cheesy neon sign at the entrance of a small rundown shop. "Are you sure about that, darling?" she eyed the worn-out head of the nail salon when Christa had chosen her long artificial fingernails. "But something like that" was her unequivocal answer. And so the first step was taken. The kiosk on the next corner sold cigarettes. Her choice was clear, those long brown sluts were downright laughing at her. That there are cigarettes that are 120mm long and so thin? "It's not that easy to catch a fag with those long claws," thought Christa during her first clumsy attempts. But then the cigarette dangled casually in her mouth. You saw it often in movies. The well-versed lady who turns a man's head while smoking nonchalantly. But these women have red lips. She needed red lips.

"I love you too" wrote Joe and decorated his email with a number of kissing smileys. "Wicker" she thought while she was already fingering her 3rd cigarette and being curryingly let a gentleman light her. "He hardly noticed me," she thought. But it's not all over yet. You'll all look up at me drooling you "three-legged friends" The next store was a gift for her. She had never dared to look into such a junk shop. "Has this shop always been there?" she mused. But this is exactly where she struck gold. A cropped t-shirt with the glittery cheesy letters “Bitch” pilloried on it. The Wetlook Mini shouldn't have been any shorter. This went perfectly with the knee-high platform boots with almost 12cm heels. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be found in glossy paint. But for starters, cheap faux leather boots would do, too. The main thing is that the paragraph clicked loudly. Luckily she hadn't forgotten how to stagger. Though Joe didn't like her wearing high heels except for parties. Now she stumbled confidently through the streets, which she had walked on for the last time as an honest wife.

"Where can I buy cool make-up around here?" she asked the rather cheap-looking saleswoman in the junk shop. "If you go right into Lindestrasse, then 200m to the left is my husband's cousin. Has everything you need” replied the friendly saleswoman. "You have such beautiful lips," Christa coqueted. "Nice" was different, but they were as thick and bulging as slutty lips should be, as befits a "slutty mouth". "Make Fatima into cousin's shop. Can't do. But do you say you know about Oksana"

A torrent of cheap perfumes and a thick cloud of smoke blew relentlessly towards her when she entered this shop. Fatima was sitting on a bar stool, smoking, bored and probably staring absentmindedly at a soap opera in a foreign language. After Christa had conveyed her wishes and Oksana's greeting, Fatima enthusiastically began her work of transformation. The injections she injected into Christa's lips burned like hell, but Christa immediately noticed the effect she was trying to achieve. Your lips were bulging with? something. She immediately wanted to look in the mirror, but Fatima stopped her abruptly. "Only when it's finished," she piped. Now false eyelashes have been glued with an enormous length. The eyelids transformed into "smokey eyes" in dark tones. Eyebrows shaved Eyelashes inked again and again. Fatima chose dark red lipstick and then applied several layers of a glossy gel. At last she had finished her work. Finally, she conjured up heavy earrings from a drawer, poked holes in Christa's almost overgrown earring and was visibly enthusiastic about her work.

Christa got a fright. A slutty, vulgarly made-up whore looked at her from the mirror. "Do you like it?" asked Fatima. "Very nice Fatima" replied Christa, who recognized the slutty chick in the mirror that she wanted to be today and in the future. "Do you just need different hair, completely blonde is perfect" And so the hair was quickly bleached. "You're a horny cunt," Christa thought of her reflection in the mirror, smiling arrogantly at her with a whore stick in the corner of her mouth.

"A pornstar is born" she thought to herself back on the pavement of her hometown. She was shocked again when Tina Maier, her best friend and her husband, headed straight for her. "It's too late to hide, thought Christa, who had meanwhile changed her name to "Natascha". Tina and her husband wrinkled their noses past her without recognizing her. Tina had babbled something about “hookers”. "Yes, I'm a hooker, cheap, vulgar and I would have blown the smoke over your wanker's tail while sucking it." "Natascha" grinned arrogantly at her coarse thoughts.

In "Blacky's Bar" she was right. A smoky bar, loud music and lots of people who somehow seemed conspicuously coarse. Bitches who polished their nails and chewed gum or smoked vulgarly. Others were stuck to tattooed guys in sweaty tank tops who kneaded their "bitch's" ass while they played cards. Annoying appendages, they were ready for their guys to fuck and be treated rough by their machos. Giggling and high these chicks waited for the next drink or the next cock.

She got the last free bar stool, ordered vodka and of course a brown cigarette in her mouth.

"I'm Dan," said the guy holding it out to her. "Natascha" she answered briefly with the succinct handshake. "You look famished," he began his conversation. "Shall we have some fun, baby?" Before she could answer, his firm hand was already kneading her thigh. "Blacky, another woddy for Natascha," he whispered to the bearded bartender with the trained and tattooed arms.

After she had already downed the 3rd vodka and Dan was still spouting some crap, which probably served to just open and shut his mouth, Natascha then got to the point. "Tell Danny, do we just want to talk shit here all evening or are you going to fuck me sometime. My cunt needs a cock, and a real one at that” How could she be so vulgar when she was just a good, honest wife a few hours ago, thought Natascha.

Dan's reaction was clear. With a firm grip on the back of her head, he pressed Natasha's mouth to his. He penetrated deep into her oral cavity with his tongue while his second hand paved the way to her grotto. That was what she needed, a tough guy, without scruples, without morals, who now grabbed her by the hand and dragged her through the back entrance into a dark corner between closely built houses. He immediately pushed her short skirt a little higher, and with the other hand he looked for her tits under the very tight-fitting shirt. Smirking and surprised, he actually noticed a pair of panties between her legs. "You'll never wear something like that again, okay? Natascha could only nod in a daze. That's the way it should be, a tough guy telling her where to go. The wetness between her legs increased every second. A hand on the bulge in his pants confirmed that there must be a whole guy hiding here. Pleasurably demanding, she took the best piece in her hand, sometimes in her fist, then again she just scratched the erecting belt with her claws.

She was really in a hurry, no time to waste. It didn't take long before his magnificent specimen had the desired hardness and size to do the desired work. Dan turned her to face the wall. The first droplets he felt on her legs signaled to him which horny slut was just being offered to him. She should get what she needed. a fuck A cock that satisfied her, at least for now. This was not about any games, here a slut just wanted a thick pipe in her hot hole.

"Dan, give me a fag, I want to smoke like all the perverted whores when their studs nail them" No sooner said than done. Dan lit one of his fags, put it between her lips and started his rodeo. Natascha felt vulgar, horny and the way she wanted to be. "Go on, fuck your whore, she needs it" she moaned. "Do me like a john you only paid for 5 minutes so fuck fuck fuck". Cum all over me, let your juice into my cunt” Dan didn't quite know why, but he did exactly what Natascha wanted. He simply rode her from behind with a firm grip on her tits until after a short time he pumped the entire load of his hot juice into her greedy cunt. Natascha felt the juice on her legs slowly making its way down to the shaft of her overknees. Only now did they become hooker's boots, as a drip for the sperm of a horny engraver. Despite the short escapade, satisfaction was already spreading. "Danny "make me your whore" she snarled with her fag in her mouth, which should now become her trademark just like the long boots.

Grinning arrogantly and contentedly, Natascha drops the butt of her fag, extinguishes it with the sole of her boot. "Just like whores do it" she thinks before she digs lipstick and mirror out of her handbag.

Maybe someone wants to continue writing the story? I'm really curious if I can inspire your head cinema