Copyright © 2000, AnonX. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, September 09, 2000 A wildPage Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: onlyparis.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/F (threesome, analingus) Story_intro: The pounding music greeted the two obvious Americans as they walked through the door and into the club. She thought he had paid a great deal at the door but wasn’t exactly sure about her calculations. It was hard to figure the change from dollars to francs. Anyway, it didn’t matter. They were here and that was that. But where was here? Only in Paris, pt. 1 Written by AnonX The pounding music greeted the two obvious Americans as they walked through the door and into the club. She thought he had paid a great deal at the door but wasn’t exactly sure about her calculations. It was hard to figure the change from dollars to francs. Anyway, it didn’t matter. They were here and that was that. But where was here? He knew exactly where they were, having found this address in a British magazine. It was a club unlike any other except those found in the vicinity of Paris. And he was excited. And a bit nervous. This was his first time, and he was sure it was hers. The couple walked slowly, stopping to hold hands, both a bit nervous, but for very different reasons. He was afraid it would be a total dud, and she was just not sure where he had brought her to. Their eyes began to adjust to the lack of light, quickly taking in the scene before them. He was already hard. His hands began to sweat from excitement, and fear, fear that maybe she would not be into such things. He wasn’t even sure if he was either. But he was open minded, ready for just about anything. Before them lay a maze of mattresses shrouded in black light. Tons of people stood, or rather lay there, writhing in a sea of various states of undress, and sexual excess. She was shocked, and he was very amazed that what he had read was true. The magazine had an expose about these various Paris sex clubs. Many were only allowing couples access to them, others, the unsuccessful ones allowed anyone inside. In these clubs anything went as long as the person you were with agreed. No one ever said no. The article went on to explain how the writer, along with his girlfriend had gone into many of these clubs, paying upwards of 50 American dollars for a piece of the action. Many, he confided, were relatively lame, where only the best of the best got to fuck, and the rest just jerked off upstairs. And a few, he found, were basically places where you would get surrounded and propositioned by slimy looking men. And even at one they had witnessed a poor guy up in the top area, bemoaning the fact that his girlfriend was down on the floor being gangbanged by a group of dirty Parisian men and women. He somehow had not been included. At that same place the writer had seen an old woman, of about 55, all wrinkled from years of this, getting fucked from every angle by eager young men. She was old enough to be their mother. At first the writer and his girlfriend had felt rather uneasy at all of these clubs. But soon enough the smell of sex and cum and the moans of ecstasy took hold of both of them. There the report ended. But the story for the American couple was just beginning. He slowly ran his soft hands from the small of her back, feeling the simple and sexy small grey cotton dress she was wearing. His fingers went up over her back, onto her soft neck where little hairs stood up in anticipation, and then down over her shoulder, pouring like water into her sweaty palm. He hoped that she wasn’t too nervous, and if she didn’t like it he would have been glad to leave. But she wasn’t going anywhere. The scene before them shook her to the core, and she knew right away what she wanted. She wanted to forgo her inhibitions for one night, to do all the things nice girls don’t do. She wanted to fuck, be fucked, wanted cum in her mouth and running over her lips, splattered on her breasts and inside of her, trickling out from between her legs. She wanted him. Her face met his in a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate, hot and heavy, tongues meeting in-between and doing battle, their spit intermingling. She was so wet and she knew he was hard. His hard cock was almost bursting out of his pants, and had it been any other night she would have slowly massaged it through his pants. But tonight was no ordinary night. She wanted it in her right away. She dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and released his cock. It sprung into her mouth and she devoured it, slobbering up and down the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper with each stroke. He was in total ecstasy, never before had he seen her like this, and he liked it. His fingers ran through her soft red hair and then dropped to her shoulders where they worked through the cotton dress at her bra snap. Soon it was off and she stood up, his cock drooling pre-cum and her saliva, making a mess on the front of his pants. He didn’t notice because he was too busy helping her sexy dress up and over her head, revealing two beautiful sized breasts, and nice quarter-sized pink nipples that looked like they could poke his eyes out. He bent down to put each one into his mouth. "One at a time," she said as her head angled back and her mouth let out a moan. It felt good, his hot tongue and the suction from his warm wet mouth pulling in her flesh and then softly letting it out again. He was still almost fully dressed, so she started working at his buttons, though it was hard to do with him stooping down at such an awkward angle. But soon she was pulling his shirt back and over his shoulders, revealing his soft hairy chest that she enjoyed running her fingers through and using as a pillow. His pants were next and soon they were around his ankles, which gave her the opportunity to pop his cock in and out of her mouth very quickly, just to tease him. Then she was back up and they were facing one another. Her panties were still on, though the white material was almost see through because of her wetness. "I want you inside of me now" she almost screamed! And he obliged by helping her panties off and over her feet, which allowed him to slide his tongue down and up her legs, pausing quickly to taste and smell her soaked pussy. He turned her around and then softly grabbed her neck and angled her body down just a bit, allowing his cock access to her wet warm silky folds. From this angle he could see her beautiful back and how it sloped to meet her tight ass, which he so loved to worship with his tongue and fingers, all over the soft flesh, and especially the pucker that lay between her ass cheeks. He knew that tonight he would get plenty of time to lick and suck and probe every inch of her, but for now he had other goals. In this poor light it was hard to see so he grabbed his cock and she led it into her wetness, letting out a moan as he passed into her, slowly. He moaned from the tightness and she moaned from the full feeling, and brought her hand down to work her clit. They moaned together as he pulled in and out. The whole club was a chorus of moans, their moans mixed with the moans from a black woman on the mattress next to them who was getting cock from both ends. Her muffled moans mixed with the big white hairy muscular guy next to her who had his legs high in the air as one girl worked his massive cock into her mouth, while the other sucked his balls and ran her tongue over his sensitive asshole. Beyond that, neither one could see or hear anything. The black light had a way of concealing things, which made them feel shrouded in privacy. He was deep inside her now, thrusting in and out, so far deep he could feel her cervix. She was so tight and wet and very warm, like a fever. Then some words welled up in his throat, past the moans of sheer joy that had been escaping his lips so recently. He slowed his cock thrusts and brought his mouth close to her hear, his sweaty naked body pressing against her equally sweaty back. "I love you," he said, "and I am going to do things to you tonight that you never imagined. You are mine, and I have total control over your body. I want to make you come over and over again, in every way possible." He pulled out, careful not to come too quickly, and laid her slowly down on the mattress. It was soft and smelled like Downy. She smiled when he kissed her, his wet cock growing sticky between their bellies. Her hazel eyes in this light glowed green, like a monster. Their hearts were beating rapidly, pounding in sync with the thundering music, as they moved their bodies over one another so that they could taste each other. He was on top, and buried his head between her warm soft smooth thighs, while she had his engorged cock buried halfway down her throat, eagerly sucking and licking his shaft. His cum-filled balls were crying for attention as she cupped them with one of her hands. They were warm in their sack and wet from their juices. His face turned back and forth, licking up and down on her clit and labia, as her musky juices seeped out and onto his tongue. He loved the taste and could do this all night, especially with his cock so warm and wet inside her mouth. And then he felt it, her tongue lapping away at his balls, moving up to the spot right where the sack met his asshole, and she licked there too. She had done this before, and he loved every second of her depravity. She loved giving him pleasure this way, her tongue swirling around his hole, darting in and out, tasting him. And he loved this so much, it was one of his favorite things. But sometimes she would cuss and scratch his back when they fucked. It did not happen all of the time, but sometimes during sex they would both really get going and he could say anything to her, tell her she was his cum slut, how she wanted his cum in her mouth and on her lips and breasts and then he would give it to her, and the look in her eyes was something he rarely saw, something like an animal. She liked being taken charge of, liked being submissive, and liked how he told her what he was going to do with his cock, how he was going to rub it on her lips and over her clit and down onto her asshole to make her nervous. He loved her like this, her true sexual self, unafraid, just wanting to feel pleasure and give in return. He knew that before the night was over she would get her chance. And she knew it too, deep down, she knew it, most definitely. End of pt. 1 *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com One Less Bell To Answer..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.