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A Night On The Town

A short story by (the) Night Hawk
Copyright 2003 by: (the) Night Hawk

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 the desires that have been pent up 
inside me for 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, reveling 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's only an hour from 
where I live, it is big enough that nobody will recognize me, especially not 
after I've transformed myself into the slut that I really am.

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 I 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 it's going to be a 
terrific night!  As I apply my favorite 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 them 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, 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 the mousy brown hair that 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.

They're mostly businessmen 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 lust 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 want 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 - 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 more 
every 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 between the 
folds of his skin and 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 gripped 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 they can 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 by 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 it was empty.

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 that 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 it's 
purple tinge 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-on of his own for me.

"Sure send him in!"  I said, "The more that cum that I get, the merrier I'll 
be."  Well it turned out that he had a lot of buddies with him from the 
convention!  I figured I was on the tenth one, (being as I had lost count 
after the fourth) and I know I'm a cock crazy slut, but I just couldn't get 
enough.  I figured I had drunk 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!  What, was this guy crazy?  Didn't he realize that 
half his buddies had shot their seed into 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 she 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 shot 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 Jeff 
off, thinking I had stayed too long in one place already.  Jeff was pouting, 
but hey!  This is MY night out, not just his!

I come here once a month, - every month - to get my fill of sucking hard 
cocks.  I have my needs, and it is more than 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?

~ End ~


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