Paris Theater Slut part 1
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As told by a real hotwife:
We stood on the corner of burnisde avenue and third street. I could see the Paris, almost directly across third. This section of Portland is what one might call seedy but I found it appealing, intoxicating. The combination of inhaled THC, alcohol, and that half a pot brownie was working it’s magic. I could already envision hungry hordes tearing my clothes off.
Much to my surprise husband took my hand and led me away from the entrance, right past the long line of patrons waiting for bacon and sugar coated rings of pure fat.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
“Let the public see what a good slut looks like baby.” “Besides we need another drink and toke before going in.”
I was already fully baked. “No I will just eat my other half brownie...give the first half time to fully digest.” “But by all means, you take your time while this paranoid devil sits on my shoulder...talking shit.”
We found a hole in the wall bar, dead except for six or seven hard looking beer hounds. By the reaction when I walked in I was pretty sure they were gonna close up for the night and lock the front door...with me inside. Another one of my fantasies...lol.
It had become our practice, when on a sexual adventure, to sit me down on a bar stool, never a table. He loved to watch men make passes at girls who don’t wear glasses. It wasn’t long before I was surrounded, offers to buy both of us a drink. I have gotten him more free drinks than most strippers get in a lifetime.
One heavy set white guy in a tight tee, so short his belly flab protruded out and over his belt buckle, bellied up to the bar, standing right in front of me.
“Hey candi” he had an eager smile.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, “have we met.?”
“I live in Tampa, you sucked my cock once at fantasyland.” “ I used to live here, when I heard you were going to be here..well I took a big chance you would show.” He was talking low but I blushed, knowing others nearby could hear.
“You flew all the way here just to be with me?” I was seriously taken aback. The other men buying me drinks were moving in closer.
“Let me guess, you two are heading for Paris tonight,” one guy asked my husband. Behind every theater slut, there stands, in a dark corner, a dominant, controlling man. Men seeking time with them would do well to remember that. My husband told him our plans for the evening, not caring who overheard.
My new best friend introduced himself as Ted, or Fred, or Red...fuck I don’t know. Did I mention that I was fully baked?
“Damn you are gorgeous.” “Yes you are”, the others chimed in, almost in unison.
I smiled, so did hubby. “Well thank you, cock”...I hesitated just long enough to drive my point, “tails...will get you anywhere you wanna be!” I laughed. They laughed, one gentleman bought shots for the group, now about five strong.. if you counted the two sitting at a table across from my bar stool with their eyes glued to my tits. I saw one raise his beer in a mock toast. I returned the smile.
They took the hint and got up to join the party.
Someone put on a stream of soft jukebox rock songs. I slowly danced and brazenly kissed each one in turn as they all eventually worked up the courage to ask. Each one had his own game. One forced his tongue so far down my throat that I almost choked. Another just kissed me gently on my neck while he squeezed my ass. I could feel his erection pressing up against my pelvis. It felt wonderful. Said his name was Rick. When we returned to our places at the bar, his stool was now so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath.
“Will you follow me into the mens room?” Rick whispered into my ear. I smiled over at hubby, he knew.
“Lead the way” I whispered in return. He waited outside the mens room, making sure I had to pass close to get to the ladies toilet. I made him wait for a bit then told the others I had to “tinkle”.
The barmaid was a heavy woman. She looked sternly at my husband and just rolled her eyes, shook her head then moved down the line to refill drinks.
Rick pulled me forcefully into the mens room.
“Jesus you guys are pigs,” I laughed. It smelled of piss, puddles on the floor around the single urinal. There was one stall. We entered, pulled and locked the door. He began kissing me again, this time not so gentle as before. He pushed me down onto the toilet and removed my top. My tits felt free and happy as he sucked my nipples while I unleashed his big cock.
Fred was in his thirties and his cock sprang up like it was on hinges. He had to be at least eight or nine inches.
I looked up at him while my tongue swirled around his throbbing cockhead. Then I slowly worked my mouth up and down his long shaft. I took his entire length deep down my throat.
Deep throating is a learned skill. The key is to leave your tongue out, like a panting dog. It makes more noise but drives a man wild. I could tell he was getting close, so could he, and he pulled back.
“Can I fuck you?” It wasn’t really a question as he was already unbuckling my pants and sliding them off..panties came next.
Without so much as a please and thank you he pulled me up, began kissing me as he bent me over. Kissing my back, my ass, licking it clean.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He asked, such a gentleman.
“Don’t you dare,” I replied
It didn’t take long before he erupted deep in my pussy. I felt his warmth run down my leg when I straightened up. He bent to tear off some toilet paper for me to clean up with.
“No leave it, I like the way it feels and trust me, my husband will want a taste.” I smiled and kissed him again.
When we opened the door hubby was standing there, rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. He came into the stall, undid my pants and inserted his finger. Pulling out a nice load he smelled it then cleaned his finger with his tongue.
“Thank you baby, that was fucking hot.”
“I knew you were there the whole time.” I lied. Never heard that indian sneak up on us...guess I had bigger things to think about.
When we retuned to the bar Rick had split. Probably told his wife he would be home by 10.
“Time we booked.” Husband said to the final four.
“I don’t know about the others but I will see you two soon, right?” My new best friend still wasn’t certain he had an invitation. Not that one was required.
“I hope so,” and I kissed him full on the lips, with passion.
We had no bar tab so we split while the boys tallied up. I popped the rest of the brownie and began to shiver with anticipation about the next chapter to come.
We stood on the corner of burnisde avenue and third street. I could see the Paris, almost directly across third. This section of Portland is what one might call seedy but I found it appealing, intoxicating. The combination of inhaled THC, alcohol, and that half a pot brownie was working it’s magic. I could already envision hungry hordes tearing my clothes off.
Much to my surprise husband took my hand and led me away from the entrance, right past the long line of patrons waiting for bacon and sugar coated rings of pure fat.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
“Let the public see what a good slut looks like baby.” “Besides we need another drink and toke before going in.”
I was already fully baked. “No I will just eat my other half brownie...give the first half time to fully digest.” “But by all means, you take your time while this paranoid devil sits on my shoulder...talking shit.”
We found a hole in the wall bar, dead except for six or seven hard looking beer hounds. By the reaction when I walked in I was pretty sure they were gonna close up for the night and lock the front door...with me inside. Another one of my fantasies...lol.
It had become our practice, when on a sexual adventure, to sit me down on a bar stool, never a table. He loved to watch men make passes at girls who don’t wear glasses. It wasn’t long before I was surrounded, offers to buy both of us a drink. I have gotten him more free drinks than most strippers get in a lifetime.
One heavy set white guy in a tight tee, so short his belly flab protruded out and over his belt buckle, bellied up to the bar, standing right in front of me.
“Hey candi” he had an eager smile.
“Hey yourself,” I replied, “have we met.?”
“I live in Tampa, you sucked my cock once at fantasyland.” “ I used to live here, when I heard you were going to be here..well I took a big chance you would show.” He was talking low but I blushed, knowing others nearby could hear.
“You flew all the way here just to be with me?” I was seriously taken aback. The other men buying me drinks were moving in closer.
“Let me guess, you two are heading for Paris tonight,” one guy asked my husband. Behind every theater slut, there stands, in a dark corner, a dominant, controlling man. Men seeking time with them would do well to remember that. My husband told him our plans for the evening, not caring who overheard.
My new best friend introduced himself as Ted, or Fred, or Red...fuck I don’t know. Did I mention that I was fully baked?
“Damn you are gorgeous.” “Yes you are”, the others chimed in, almost in unison.
I smiled, so did hubby. “Well thank you, cock”...I hesitated just long enough to drive my point, “tails...will get you anywhere you wanna be!” I laughed. They laughed, one gentleman bought shots for the group, now about five strong.. if you counted the two sitting at a table across from my bar stool with their eyes glued to my tits. I saw one raise his beer in a mock toast. I returned the smile.
They took the hint and got up to join the party.
Someone put on a stream of soft jukebox rock songs. I slowly danced and brazenly kissed each one in turn as they all eventually worked up the courage to ask. Each one had his own game. One forced his tongue so far down my throat that I almost choked. Another just kissed me gently on my neck while he squeezed my ass. I could feel his erection pressing up against my pelvis. It felt wonderful. Said his name was Rick. When we returned to our places at the bar, his stool was now so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath.
“Will you follow me into the mens room?” Rick whispered into my ear. I smiled over at hubby, he knew.
“Lead the way” I whispered in return. He waited outside the mens room, making sure I had to pass close to get to the ladies toilet. I made him wait for a bit then told the others I had to “tinkle”.
The barmaid was a heavy woman. She looked sternly at my husband and just rolled her eyes, shook her head then moved down the line to refill drinks.
Rick pulled me forcefully into the mens room.
“Jesus you guys are pigs,” I laughed. It smelled of piss, puddles on the floor around the single urinal. There was one stall. We entered, pulled and locked the door. He began kissing me again, this time not so gentle as before. He pushed me down onto the toilet and removed my top. My tits felt free and happy as he sucked my nipples while I unleashed his big cock.
Fred was in his thirties and his cock sprang up like it was on hinges. He had to be at least eight or nine inches.
I looked up at him while my tongue swirled around his throbbing cockhead. Then I slowly worked my mouth up and down his long shaft. I took his entire length deep down my throat.
Deep throating is a learned skill. The key is to leave your tongue out, like a panting dog. It makes more noise but drives a man wild. I could tell he was getting close, so could he, and he pulled back.
“Can I fuck you?” It wasn’t really a question as he was already unbuckling my pants and sliding them off..panties came next.
Without so much as a please and thank you he pulled me up, began kissing me as he bent me over. Kissing my back, my ass, licking it clean.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” He asked, such a gentleman.
“Don’t you dare,” I replied
It didn’t take long before he erupted deep in my pussy. I felt his warmth run down my leg when I straightened up. He bent to tear off some toilet paper for me to clean up with.
“No leave it, I like the way it feels and trust me, my husband will want a taste.” I smiled and kissed him again.
When we opened the door hubby was standing there, rubbing his hard cock through his shorts. He came into the stall, undid my pants and inserted his finger. Pulling out a nice load he smelled it then cleaned his finger with his tongue.
“Thank you baby, that was fucking hot.”
“I knew you were there the whole time.” I lied. Never heard that indian sneak up on us...guess I had bigger things to think about.
When we retuned to the bar Rick had split. Probably told his wife he would be home by 10.
“Time we booked.” Husband said to the final four.
“I don’t know about the others but I will see you two soon, right?” My new best friend still wasn’t certain he had an invitation. Not that one was required.
“I hope so,” and I kissed him full on the lips, with passion.
We had no bar tab so we split while the boys tallied up. I popped the rest of the brownie and began to shiver with anticipation about the next chapter to come.
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