From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Night Out On The Town (tg)
Date: 21 Apr 1996 17:41:31 GMT

			     A Night On The Town

	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 fulfill 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, lie 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 lie 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 it's 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?

			       The End