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And on to Paris
After my experience in the rest stop with the three bikers I continued on to Monte Carlo where I spent the day, before moving on to Cannes. It had been my intention to spend quite a few days in Cannes but the last words of the biker and the Paris address got the better of me and I hit the road towards Paris, a few days earlier than I had intended.
On the outskirts of Paris I stopped at a service station to buy a street map of the city and quickly located the address given to me by the biker which turned out to be a small bar in one of the city’s suburbs. I took advantage of the service areas toilet block to have a shower and a douche
I parked the car nearby and approached the bar. This was not the kind of bar you would see in the uk. It was in a narrow street and was down a small step with only a small sign identifying the heavy wooden door as drinking establishment. It was around 6pm when I entered. The bar was dimly lit and there were only two customers sitting there. I approached the bar and ordered a drink. The barman was shocked to see me as this did not seem to the kind of bar which attracted tourists. After sitting for a while nursing my drink a few more guys started coming into the bar but none of them were my motor bikers. I finished my drink and looked around again but my guys were nowhere to be seen. I got up to leave but decided to show the note to the barman to see if he recognised the name. He smiled at me and picked up the phone behind the bar and quickly made a call, had a short conversation then hung up. He poured me a drink and asked me to wait a few moments. After just a few minutes Mr eye contact appeared from the back area of the bar and approached me. I expected a warm smile or some other friendly greeting but he just looked me up and down and then said ‘so you came for fuck , yes’, a little startled at the lack of social niceties, I just nodded and said yes. He then said ‘ok, take your fucking clothes off and give them to barman’ before turning to the customers in the bar and speaking to them in French. He turned back to me to see that I was still fully dressed and said very bluntly, clothes off or fuck off. Again, not exactly the welcome I was expecting but I found myself starting to strip off and I handed my clothes over the bar, leaving myself naked and exposed in a bar full of strangers.
I stood naked at the bar with a raging hardon not sure what was going on. My tormentor undid his trousers and pulled out his perfect uncut dick gesturing for me to start sucking. I got down on my knees and obliged while he again addressed the other customers in the bar. Whilst I was enjoying this amazing dick in my mouth I was very conscious of being in a bar full of strangers with no idea what was being said although, as he ramped up the tempo and started fucking right down into my throat my anxiety was overtaken by pure lust. He continued with this throat fucking for a few more minutes before I felt him start to tense up as he unloaded into my throat. I worked my throat muscles around his softening dick to make sure I got every last drop from his balls before he eventually pulled his dick away from me. He stood me up and kissed me roughly, but with a passion that took me by surprise. As I looked around the bar I seen that that most of the guys were now either naked or at least had their dicks out. My tormentor looked me in the eye and asked if I was ready, I smiled and nodded, not quite knowing what I had agreed to but very much hoping.
A table was pulled into the middle of the bar area and I was laid on my back on the table. I looked up to see that the second guy who fucked me in the restroom a few days before was lubing up his huge dick and positioning it at my ass. Remembering how great a fuck he had been I smiled and nodded for him to go ahead. Despite the size, his dick entered me smoothly and felt amazing as he immediately started hitting every sweet spot. Most of the customers were around us, watching the show and giving encouragement to my well hung fucker. As he plowed away at me, sending me into slutty ecstasy, another uncut cock was presented to my mouth which I devoured with vigour taking it deep into my throat which must have done the trick as within a couple of minutes my mouth was savouring another load of delicious salty cum, just in time too, as my well hung fucker was now going at my ass like a piston as he emptied his seed deep inside my guts. He removed his perfect tool from my ass and presented it to my mouth. I gladly suckled on it like a dummy tasting his juices as I cleaned him off. I stopped working on his dick as I felt another guy lifting my legs to gain access to my well lubed hole. This guy looked darker skinned, maybe North African, and his dick slid easily into my hole, and although not very big, he fucked me so hard and with such vigour that I was not able to give any oral whilst he was fucking me. Getting lots of encouragement from the other guys, my dark skinned fucker, carried on this onslaught for about ten minutes before giving out a huge shriek as he unloaded into my hole. His dick was quickly replaced by an older guy, not the type I would usually go for, but I was hardly in a position to choose. He turned out to be a passionate and gifted fucker and his dick was doing all sorts of good things to my insides and as he was taking care of my ass another two dicks were presented to my mouth in quick succession. The first guy was quite small and he had no technique so I was glad that he came quickly and got it over with. The second cock was much more of a full size meal and although he was cut, he had great rhythm and was able to fuck my throat without making me gag and I relished the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. I was really being spoiled here, being expertly fucked at both ends and whether deliberate or not, they coordinated their climax and both came together, the guy in my mouth producing so much cum that I struggled to swallow it all. I was fucked once more by a very large black guy who had no idea how to fuck and again, I was glad when he came in my ass and it was all over.
I had to put a hold to proceedings as my ass was now a little tender and I desperately needed a drink. I went to the bar and ordered a drink and was joined by my tormentor who introduced himself as Phillipe. I was surprised at his warmth and he explained to me that his aggressive start was a kind of role play to see how far he could push me; I was also surprised that he could speak English as, other than the odd word, he had given no indication that he could. He asked me if I wanted to clean up and took me through to the back of the bar where he had a small, but clean and tidy apartment. He asked me to kneel on his sofa and bend over and as he slid his dick into me said that he loved fucking a well-used hole that was full of cum. Even though my ass was a little sore I was happy to oblige and he fucked me every bit as well as he had that first time in the rest area sending me into pure bliss as he deposited his seed in my cummy ass.
After catching our breath he showed me to his bathroom and left me to clean up. I sat on the loo and opened my ass to let all the cum gush out, relieved to see that I was still clean and that there were no traces of blood. I had a shower, a douche, dried off and the re-joined Phillipe. He asked me what my plans were and I told him that I could stay in Paris for a few more days. He told me that I could stay with him and that I would be under no obligation to give a repeat performance for his customers in the bar unless I wanted to.
I explained to him as best I could that when he and his friends had fucked me at the rest stop it was the first time that I had been fucked bareback and that it had sparked something inside me that was just confirmed when I then let the trucker fuck me bareback too. I told him that I couldn’t get out of my mind how it made me feel and that I came to Paris to see if it was a one off or if I had truly become a cumslut. We both laughed and agreed that, based on what had just happened in the bar, I was indeed a cumslut. It was now quite late and I said I was hungry so we went to get some supper before we returned to the little flat and I feel asleep in Phillipe’s arms.
The next day Phillipe had things to do so I went into the city to do some sightseeing. I returned to the flat at around 7pm. Phillipe told me that he was going down to set up the bar which would be open tonight from 9pm until 3am. He said to me to come down to the bar only if I wanted to and he said that if I was fully clothed it would just be drinks, but to come down naked if I wanted to confirm my credentials as a cumslut. 9pm came and went and I stayed in the flat but by 10pm my dick was rock hard and my ass was throbbing. I cleaned out my guts and headed into the bar as naked as the day as I was born. Phillipe smiled when he saw and nodded to the floor of the bar where he had set up a sling, right in the middle for everyone to see. He poured me a drink and told me to climb into the sling whenever I was ready and that all the customers had been told to use me like the cumslut that I am. I finished my drink and headed towards the sling. Two guys helped me into the sling and carefully placed my ankles into the restraints. When comfortable, one of my helpers started applying lube to my willing ass and after loosening me up with his fingers inserted my first cock of the evening. As I lay back to enjoy the fucking I was able to tip my head over the end of the sling and present my mouth for use, an offer that was immediately taken up by a willing cock. Feeling a throbbing cock in my ass and another fucking my throat I knew that I had made the right decision in turning up naked, and as a load of man seed was first pumped into my throat and shortly after into my ass, I knew this was who I now was. For the rest of that night I was fucked on my back, I was turned over and fucked on my belly, my throat was fucked again and again and I didn’t refuse a load from anyone. By the time he bar closed and was helped out of the sling I had completely lost count of how many men had used me that night, and although very sore I didn’t regret any of it.
I slept well that night and woke up late the next day. I hit the loo for my morning piss and realised that I had spent the whole night with my ass full of many strangers cum. Needless to say when I opened my guts there was a lot in there. I cleaned up and walked in to the kitchen where Phillipe was preparing a light breakfast. He told me that the bar was closed today and that we could spend the day together seeing the Paris that most tourists never get to see. I agreed and after finishing our breakfast we headed into the streets of Paris. We did lots of sightseeing and had a lovely lunch in a great little café after which we went for a walk in the park. After a great day we headed back to his little flat and spent our last night fucking, cuddling, and then fuckin again. It was a very tender and loving night so different than the few days that had gone before. The following morning we ate breakfast, had a last fuck and then I headed off back to the UK and normal boring life where the newly discovered cumslut would have to go back in his box.