Log inSex on the Street
It was a warm Saturday afternoon in Paris. John was visiting a small art gallery selling Japanese woodblock prints. He was a collector, and the proprietor had quite a few unframed prints that were affordable.
It was on that visit that he met a British woman named Madeline. It happened when he walked in the shop. As he thumbed through a portfolio of recently acquired prints, he heard the woman whisper, “Wow!”
Glancing at the woman, he noticed she was looking at erotic prints, a popular sub-genre of that Japanese art form.
“Fun stuff,” he remarked.
Looking up, she said, “You’re an American.”
“I am indeed,” he replied.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
“Many times. I’ve bought quite a few prints from this dealer.”
“Have you looked at these erotic prints? Some of them are wild.”
As she was talking, he noticed she was quite attractive, probably in her mid-thirties, he guessed. At first, he thought she looked like a buttoned-down schoolmarm, the English accent only adding to his initial impression. But he would find out that wasn’t the case.
“Do you like those erotic prints?” he asked.
“Well, those Japanese artists seemed to have their proportions out of whack. I mean, those warriors banging the Geishas, they had gigantic tallywhackers! I think it would be tough to get one of those horses in me. Just saying.”
Pointing at a print showing a couple copulating, she remarked, “Hell, those two are really having it off. Wow.”
John laughed at her comments and was pleased she wasn’t as proper as she first appeared.
“I’m Madeline, by the way.”
“How do you do,” he replied. “I’m John. What brings you to Paris?”
“A conference. I decided to stay a few extra days to see the sights. Then it’s back to London, and you?”
“I live in Paris at the moment.”
“You live in Paris? Nice,” she remarked.
“Yep, Montmartre. Not too far from here.”
“Brilliant! I’m heading over that direction after this. Do you have any suggestions on what I should see?” she asked.
“Sure,” then he paused, “But I think you might need a guide. Would you like me to give you the ten-euro tour?”
Madeline had noticed John when he entered the shop. She thought he was hot. Seizing the opportunity to spend some time with him, she replied, “That would be grand, love.”
Saying their goodbyes to the shop keeper, they linked arms and headed for the Metro, and two stops later, they were on the edge of Montmartre. As they climbed the stairs out of the metro station, it started to rain.
“Why don’t we stop by my place, just up the street. We can grab an umbrella.” Madeline agreed and they set off for John’s apartment.
He buzzed them in the main door of the building, then they got on a tiny elevator up to his floor. The lift was designed for only one person, but they decided to squeeze in together. Once the elevator door closed, they found themselves pressed tits to chest.
“Good God! If you got any closer, you’d be feeding my Penis Fly Trap!” she giggled, feeling his bulge against her belly. John smiled, hoping that might come to pass.
In the short ride to his floor, John was thinking he might change for the better. They met for the first time, less than an hour before, but things were looking promising.
“Here we are,” he announced. Unlocking the door to his apartment, he held it open for her.
“What a beautiful place,” she remarked, looking around.
“Let me give you the grand tour,” he offered. After visiting the kitchen and pointing out the bathroom, they were standing in the middle of the salon.
“And where do you sleep?” she asked.
Pushing open the paneled doors off the living room, they entered the bedroom.
“We have quite the view of the Sacre Coeur, if you are a bit flexible,” he remarked.
Glancing out the bedroom window, she did not see the church. Madeline was suspicious, thinking it was a scam to get her in his bedroom, not that she was complaining.
“You will need to lay on your back and hang your head off the edge of the bed. From there, you can see the domes of the church,” he said.
She did as he instructed and look up. “Wow! You’re not kidding! That’s spectacular!”
John crawled onto the bed and laid on his back next to Madeline. Pointing up at the dome, he gave her a brief history lesson about the basilica.
After he stopped talking, she turned her head toward him and asked, “So is this how you get women into your bed, sir?”
“No,” he replied. “Just you,” he chuckled.
Turning on her side, she said, “Well, that was nice. Thank you for showing it to me,” then patted him on his cheek.
“Just a pat on the cheek? I think I deserve a kiss. I mean, after all, that is one hell of a view,” he cracked.
“You’re right,” she replied, then reached over and gave him a quick peck on his lips. John pushed her onto her back, he said, “Well, I must reciprocate. I mean, that’s how things are done in Paris,” before gently pressing his lips against hers.
“Mmmmmm, that was nice,” she responded, “But I’ll do you one better.” Throwing one leg over him, she kissed him until he responded, in kind. Talking about it later, neither of them could recall who slipped their tongue in the other’s mouth first, but things started heating up.
John wrapped his arms around her body, then slid one of his hands down to her ass. Her silk dress did little to hide the curves of her ass, and it seemed as if she wasn’t wearing panties. Rolling her onto her back, he caressed her tits, and could feel her hard nipples, confirming that she didn’t have a bra on underneath the dress.
“You’re a dirty boy, John,” she said. “I like that.”
As his hands continued to roam over her body, he slid his hand down to her crotch, then between her legs. Rubbing his fingers between her lips, still covered by the thin fabric, he confirmed his suspicions that Madeline was wearing only her dress.
“Why don’t you take your shirt off, Johnny.”
He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor, before he undid the buttons on her dress, revealing her nude body.
Reaching for his cock, he whispered, “I like getting messy, so toss my dress over there too. I don’t want to get anything on it.”
John quickly got his pants off and pressed his bare chest against her tits.
“What kinds of dirty things would you like me to do to you,” he asked, as he spread her legs apart.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked. “I like just about everything. Well, just about. I’m not into whips and chains, though you can tie me up to the headboard, if you like,” she giggled.
“I want your holes,” he growled. “All of them.”
“You mean, my butt too?” she asked, innocently.
“Your mouth, your cunt, and your cute little ass. I’m going to fuck them all,” he replied. His cock was fully erect, as it brushed against her belly.
“That’s quite the trouser snake you got there,” she said, as she stroked his hard rod. “Do you think it will fit in my mouth?”
“Oh, please try, baby,” he said, then smiled as he watched her move her head down and kiss the head. Then, in a moment, she began licking his shaft.
“With a little luck, and with my incredible skills, I think I can get this hog down my throat, love. Shall I give it a try?” Before he could answer, Madeline took the head of his cock in her mouth, then slowly wrapped her lips around his shaft, before taking its length into her mouth.
“Uuuuuh,” he moaned.
Coming up for air, she smiled, and said, “I’m a dirty little slut, Johnny. You can do anything you like to me,” then took his cock in her mouth, making slurping sounds as she sucked on his man meat.
As he stroked her ass, John confirmed that she had an incredible body, and he was excited about what he would do. She was petite and had small but perfectly formed tits. As they embraced, he fondled her nipples, before gently sucking on each of them in turn, all while he fingered her cunt. He started kissing her again and fucked her mouth with his tongue. After several minutes of aggressive tongue wrestling, he stopped.
“I’m going to suck your clit now, baby,” he growled. Slowly working his way down her neck, and chest, he paused his journey at her tits as he squeezed her nipples, before moving further down her body.
Madeline moaned.
Arriving at her belly, he demanded, “Spread your legs apart. Wide apart,” before spreading her legs with his hands, then dropping his head between them.
Eager to feel his tongue on her clit, Madeline pulled her legs up to her shoulders. She was very wet, as he started exploring her cunt.
As he ran his tongue over and around her clit, her moaning became louder, and she grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face deeper between her legs. Stepping things up, John slowly slipped his finger into her pussy, followed by a second one. Madeline’s moans grew louder.
After a few minutes, John used a third finger to circle around her dark hole. It was well lubricated from his saliva and her pre-cum, so he penetrated her tight sphincter and beyond.
“Oh my God!” she groaned. “I love that.”
With each gentle insertion of his finger, he gently went deeper into her ass, until the entire length of the finger was inside of her hole.
“It’s time for you to take my cock,” John said, as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her two holes.
“Do it, Johnny. I’m your dirty little whore!” she moaned.
Still between her splayed apart legs, John stroked his cock, preparing it for the pleasure they were about to experience.
“Oh fuck!” he said, as his shaft slowly entered her eager, wet cunt. He slowly pumped his cock in and out of her, as she started thrashing about.
“I love this, Johnny. Don’t stop!”
After several minutes, he rolled Madeline on top of him, as he continued to slip in and out of her fuck hole. At the foot of his bed was a mirror, and he could see her cunt lips stretched around his shaft, with their cum frothing around the edges. Then, sliding his hand down between her ass cheeks, he rubbed his finger over her ass hole, before shoving its entire length inside.
Madeline started bucking and screaming, her ecstasy of pleasure between her legs was reaching its limits, and she began to cum.
“Fuuuuuck yes!” she squealed.
Regaining her composure, she laid on top of him, trying to catch her breath from the pussy thrashing she just experienced.
After a few moments, John announced, “I want to shoot my load in your ass now.”
Rolling her off him, he instructed her, “Get on your hands and knees my little whore. I’m going to stretch your ass out.”
Before she could get in a word, he got behind her, grabbing her hips and eased the head of his cock into her dark hole, then slowly slipped its entire length inside of her ass.
“That’s it, baby. You feel so tight. Now fuck my cock!” he demanded, grabbing her hair and pulling it back toward him as he continued to ram her ass. Soon, he started feeling his cock quiver as he prepared to unload his spunk in her butt.
“Oh God,” he groaned, as he let loose with several spurts of man cream. Spent, he pulled his still erect cock out of her ass and watched as his cum dribbled onto the bed sheets.
As they both recovered from this first round of fucking, Madeline looked at her watch.
“It’s ten o’clock at night. Where did the time go?” she asked.
“That’s why I’m hungry,” he paused, “I for one have worked up an appetite. Do you want to get a bite to eat?” Though she wanted to keep fucking, Madeline thought it was a good idea and they both got dressed.
Further up the Montmartre hill was a small café on a dead-end street. It was still open, and except for the waiter, it was empty. They grabbed one of the outdoor tables.
“This is beautiful Johnny. We have quite the view from here,” Madeline remarked as they looked over the city. It would be a beautiful place to fuck, she thought.
They enjoyed their food, and were on their second bottle of wine, when the waiter came out to their table.
“Monsieur, we will be closing in a few minutes, but you are welcome to sit here as long as you want.” A few minutes later, the lights turned off inside of the restaurant before the lights illuminating their table shut off. The only light remaining was a streetlamp that cast a dim, warm light.
Looking into her blue eyes, John spoke, “Madeline, you are so very beautiful, and I love what we are doing together. Why don’t we fuck right here.” He paused, as he let her think about it. “Nobody can see us and there isn’t a soul around at this hour.”
Though her face was in a shadow, he could see her smiling. Without a word, Madeline unbuttoned her dress, letting the sleeves hang on her arms. She was nude, and he was taken by her body, yet again.
“Do you want to play with my pussy?” she asked, as she spread her legs apart.
“I’ve got something else in mind,” he replied.
He moved his chair, and faced her, then told her to straddle him. Once his cock was out of his pants, she began to lower herself onto him, as he guided it between her cunt lips.
“Mmmmm, I’m really messy, Johnny,” she said, with her eyes closed. “It feels good.”
John kissed her gently as he gripped her ass cheeks and thrust inside of her.
As they fucked, Madeline looked up and noticed a man walking toward them. He had a large object, a cushion maybe, under his arm. She pulled her dress closed as best she could while leaving John’s cock inside of her, hard and undisturbed.
“Monsieur, Madame. I’m very sorry. I don’t want to disturb you in the middle of your love making but my wife insisted.” Both Madeline and John were startled by the man’s presence. Then they realized he was the waiter that served them earlier.
“As we were getting ready for bed, we couldn’t help but see the two of you from our window. My wife and I have made love in this very spot, many times. If you put this cushion on top of that table,” gesturing toward a large table up against the wall of the restaurant, “you can have a very pleasurable experience. I’ll leave you be. Bonsoir.” The waiter turned and walked back to his apartment, across from the restaurant.
Once out of ear shot, Madeline said, “That was very sweet of the man and his wife. We should put on a show for them. What do you think?”
John chuckled, “That’s a good idea. A rather hot one too. Let’s get fucking!”
