The Adult Reference Library 1.a/The Adult Reference Library Volume 1.a.iso/bedtime/nightout.txt

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The following erotic story comes courtesy of the writers at CUE.
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         CUE:  The Canadian Underground Erotic network


                      PROUDLY PRESENTS ...


                     "A Night On The Town"
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     The third Friday of every month is my day.  This is the one
day or rather night of the month that I truly look forward to.
Only twelve times a year, do I allow myself to totally, absolutely
indulge myself.  To be a slut!  A total tramp!  To luxuriate, and
fulfil my desires that have been pent up inside me since the last
month!
     To enjoy fully the sexual cravings I have, the cravings I
stifle until that one night on the town when I unleash the sex
crazed lust starved animal passion inside me.  The night I go on
the prowl!
     I start my day off slowly, savouring in the preparations for
the fuck and suck fest that will transpire before the night is
through.  I always take the day off work, and I'm glad no-one at
work has caught on to my pattern of 'sick' days.
     I leave early in the morning for Toronto, although it is only
an hour from where I live, it is big enough that nobody will
recognize me, especially not after I've transformed into the slut
that I've become.
     I check into a different motel every month, and unpack my
'tramp' uniform.  Then I begin the transformation.  I shed my
clothes the minute that I enter the room, lay on my bed and play
with myself until I've had two or three good climaxes while
fantasizing about the forth-coming night.
     With my lust temporarily sated, I run myself a luxurious
bubble bath, filled with expensive bath oils and perfumes.  As I
sit in the bathroom, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the tub, I
start to shave my legs.  Since tonight is my special night I take
much more care than usual, and even take a few minutes with a pair
of scissors to trim my pubic bush.  Then I get into the tub.
     I can't help myself now!  The sex drive inside me is too
strong, and as I lay relaxed in the warm bubbly water that feels
like satin and silk against my tender skin, I have to masturbate
again and again!  My animal urges are hurrying me along now, and
my hands can't satisfy my needs enough!  I shower off and dry
myself quickly.
     My need is welling up inside me!
     I need cock and I need it bad!
     I take the time to powder myself liberally, I know its going
to be a terrific night!  As I apply my favourite perfume, I wonder
what my co-workers would think of me now.  I know the names they
use whenever they talk about somebody as cock crazy as I am, and I
wonder how I manage to control the animal passions inside me as
long as I do each month without then guessing my true nature.
     I slowly pull on my black nylons, attaching them to my
matching black lace trimmed garter belt.  I am wearing a pair of
red satin panties, and as I rub my crotch lovingly, I have to
fight myself from masturbating again.  I want to save my climaxes
now until I get downtown!
     I don't usually wear a bra, but I do whenever I wear my
'slut' suit.  I think the extra padding helps me attract more
guys this way.  Black satin and lace tickles my nipples until
they're stiff and I feel so aroused!
     Walking around in just my bra and panties and nylons I feel
so sluttish!  I carefully apply my make-up, making my eyes look
deep and wanton.  Then I pin my hair back and pull my blond wig out
of its container and put it on.  The wig is really long and nearly
white blond.  The golden curls cascade over my shoulders, and I
wonder why I couldn't have been born with hair like this instead of
my mousy brown which I keep trimmed short.  I inspect myself in the
mirror, turning slowly admiring every curve.  I know that many men
are going to be looking at me tonight, and I want to look just
perfect for their fuck fantasies.
     Satisfied with my appearance in my dainties, I put on my black
leather mini skirt and my black patent leather, high heel pumps.
I top off the whole outfit with a bright red silk blouse, through
which you can nearly see my lacy black bra.  But just in case the
guy's eyes aren't quite that good, I leave it unbuttoned far
enough that they can see the lacy frills.  Now I am ready for
Yonge Street.  I take my small black matching leather purse and
leave the motel.
     Look out Toronto, here I come!
     It's just past six when I get out of the taxi near the strip
palaces downtown.  Through past experience, I have found it's a
good place to get picked up.  The stores are closed now, and the
only people on the streets are tourists and the night people.
     Street musicians are everywhere, trying to hustle a buck, and
the street kids are looking for handouts or trying to bum pocket
change.  The hotel trade is good this time of night, since the
hookers don't come out till much later.
     Mostly business men, looking for a cheap thrill from the strip
acts, and a few hours of steady drinking until they have to go home
to their wives and families.  I watched one dark handsome guy in
his early forties cross the crowded street.  I could tell by the
want in his eyes that I was turning him on, so as he headed for the
door I wiggled my cute buns over to him.
     "Hi good looking" I said in my deepest sultry voice, "Want me
to blow your horn for you?"  He looked at me and shrugged then
said, "You sure look inviting babe, but I can't afford to pay the
piper."
     I put on my best pouting expression and said "I didn't ask for
any money mister, I'm just a volunteer for the sperm bank and I
wanted you to make a donation, right down my throat."
     He looked around quickly, and I could tell by the growing
bulge in his pants that he wanted to fuck my pretty face as bad as
I wanted his, no, needed his hot fuck tool between my lips.
     I led him by the hand to the alley beside the bar, (a place I
knew so well from previous visits), looked around to make sure
nobody was sleeping behind the dumpster, and dropped to my knees
while my fingers flew at his fly trying to pull that big hunk of
cock out of his pants.  It was so hard and so big, that I couldn't
close my fist around it!
     I pulled back the foreskin slowly letting his musky aroma
tantalize my nose before I slipped my painted lips over his shaft.
     Oh, he tasted so good!  A tangy, zesty flavor, and I started
to slurp my way up and down his pole.  I stuck my tongue into his
slit, and the way that his balls contracted in my other hand told
me how much he liked it!  His cock head was swelling by the second,
and my head was spinning with desire for his hot cream.  He was my
first in a month, and I needed his liquid offering in my stomach to
cool the fire smoldering inside.
     I pulled his foreskin all the way forward and let my tongue
slip in between the folds of his skin and his ballooning cock head.
I needed his cum bad, so I started sucking for all I was worth!
     "Oh, yeah, suck it baby!" he moaned, "Suck it hard you
fucking slut!  Eat my seed, suck my cum, oh fuck! I'm cumming!"  He
grasped my head between his hands and shoved his salami down my
throat as his balls erupted and exploded sending blast after blast
of hot, steaming, delicious spunk down my throat.  I sucked on his
cock until it started to shrivel in my mouth.  I didn't want to
waste one single drop.
     When I was sure he didn't have anymore to offer me, I let him
slip out of my mouth.  I stood up and straightened my clothes and
started to walk away.  He called out after me, asking me my name
and the usual bullshit they always do about when can they see me
again and such, but I'm not looking for a boyfriend, and I'm not
available for this kind of thing except one day each month.  I
could still taste his cum on my lips, but instead of quenching my
fire, it was burning even hotter.  I didn't need any more friends,
I needed more cock and more cum, lots and lots of cum!
     After I turned the corner , I re-adjusted my wig, and put on
some more lipstick.  Then I headed for another bar.  This time I
went inside and ordered a drink.  It wasn't five minutes before a
guy came over to me and said:
     "Hey gorgeous, would you like some company?"  I looked him
over, and figured him for a junior sales clerk, the way he was
dressed, but he wasn't bad looking so I said, "I don't need any
company, but if you have some cum you'd like to give my mouth, I
sure do need some of that."
     He was startled by my remark, but it didn't take him long to
respond.
     "Sure", he said, "I can spare you about a gallon, but I don't
have a room close by."  I looked around the bar and noticed that
there were hardly any other women there so I told him to meet me in
the women's john in two minutes.  I went ahead first to make sure
there was nobody in there.
     When I found the coast to be clear, I signalled him to come
in.  As soon as he entered he wanted to kiss me and feel me up, but
I just brushed his hands away.  I didn't come here for kissy-face
crap, I wanted his prick sliding back and forth between my lips!
     I pushed him into a stall, and pulled his pants right down to
his ankles.  Then I told him to sit on the water tank while I
straddled the toilet facing his cock.  Its size wasn't very
impressive, but it was growing, and the purple tinge to it told me
that he was getting good and ready!
     I licked around his balls first and watched them contract like
little golf balls, hard and ready to burst.  I licked my way up his
shaft and was a little disappointed with the soapy taste of a guy
who's a little too fussy about cleanliness.  When I got to the tip
of his cock though, and I tasted a drop of his pre-cum, it more
than made up for everything else.  Just a little salty, and with a
hint of garlic is the best way I can describe it.
     As I licked his slit, he started to buck and groan, so I
clamped down fast knowing that any second now he would explode and
fill my face with his hot sticky cum. I squeezed his shaft so that
when he blew, it would be much more intense, for both of us!
     He yelped when he finally blew his load into my eagerly
waiting mouth, and I used my hand to milk him totally dry.
    "Oh, fuck baby.  You do that so good!" he said.
    I asked him if he was ready for another round, but he said it
would take him a little bit before he could get it up again.  Then
he said that he was in town for a convention, and that if I wanted
he would send in one of his buddies while he worked up another hard
for me.
     "Sure send him in!" I said, "The more that cum, the merrier
I'll be."  Well it turned out that he had a lot of buddies with him
from the convention, and I figured I was on about the tenth one,
(being I had lost count past the fourth).  I know I'm a cock crazy
slut, but I just couldn't get enough.  I figured I had drank about
forty gallons of hot musky sexy delicious seed and I still needed
more. Then this tall lean guy came in.  I told him to sit on the
tank, like all the others, but he lifted me up under the arms,
raised me to a standing position and kissed me!  I thought this guy
is crazy!  Didn't he realize that half his buddies had shot their
seed in the mouth he was kissing?  But he persisted, and finally
succeeded in getting his tongue into my mouth.  He swirled it
there and my head started to spin.
     He didn't try to feel up my tits, he just reached down and
grabbed a hold of my crotch.  I did the same to him, and massaged
his stiff prick like he was doing to me.
     "Fucking right" he said.  "I knew the minute the guys started
talking about the great blows they were getting for free from some
chick who didn't want anything in return that you had to be a TV
queen!"
     I didn't say anything but let him raise my skirt and pull out
my own aching rod.  It was my turn to sit on the tank, and finally
get my rocks off!  He said his name was Jeff, and that he swung
both ways, but that his buddies didn't know that.  It only took a
couple of licks from Jeff's experienced tongue and then I was
groaning and shooting my seed into his mouth.  Jeff kept at me
though, even after I shot my first load, he just kept on slurping
away at my love stick until I came again.  It was my turn to kiss
his sticky lips now, and then we traded places.  I sucked on
Jeff's big tool until he let loose with a torrent of hot cream
down my throat!
     Jeff asked if he could take me home, but as much as I
enjoyed fucking his face, it was still my night on the town.  I
left the bar after sucking off Jeff, thinking I had stayed too
long in one place already.  Jeff was pouting, but hey!  It's my
night out!
     I come here once a month, every month to get my fill of
sucking hard cocks.  I have my needs, and one of them is not
spending the night with just one guy.  I want as many big hard
cocks fucking my face as I can get.  I need as much cream as I can
swallow, it has to last me a whole month, and one guy just can't
give me enough.
     Aren't I a nasty little bitch?

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