I was always a promiscuous girl. By the time I was in my mid 20’s, I had worked in most of the top class strip clubs in Melbourne and was still looking for my limits, sexually. I was confident, experienced and always looking for something new.
Around 2010, some old uni mates had invited me along to a big night in the centre of the city, Federation Square. The warm summer night got everyone pumping, drinks were flowing easily. Our group combined with a bunch of Argentineans, boy, they knew how to party like we did!
I began dancing close with a gorgeous younger man. Long hair, sexy accent. His friends approved, egging us on, telling me how inexperienced he was. I invited him to come for a walk down on the dark path by the Yarra river, maybe show him a thing or two.
We found a quiet nook under a footbridge along the main path, people passing a metre away. Plain sight, but that just added to the adrenaline. We were kissing passionately and I could feel his cock pressing through his jeans. I dropped to my knees, zipped down his jeans, and slid my mouth down around, up and down..
A few people walked past, pretending not to notice the quiet moans escaping this guy and the smacking sounds of my mouth. Then someone stopped. An old guy, in his sixties. He was just watching, nothing more, quietly, from the side. No matter, I thought. I apologised, but he said he was pleased. He asked to stay, to watch.
As the sexy young Argentinean was cuming down my throat, two security guards stopped. Busted! The old guy was still just standing there as the young man muttered he was going back to the bar, walking off briskly while zipping his jeans. ‘Would you like some, too?’ I asked one of the guards. As soon as he agreed, I took his already hard cock out, licking and sucking, while he begged his mate to keep this incident quiet. ‘Don’t tell my missus about this…’ The old guy continued watching.
The guard came quickly, and they made their way off after I swallowed that load. I got talking with the old guy (OG, haha) over a cigarette. We got on well. Next thing I know, he invites me to a porn theatre. I didn’t even know this was a thing! Its a short walk away, so we walk and talk. He was a lovely man. Very fatherly and not at all sleazy.
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We get to the porn theatre, and he pays the surprised looking ticket guy. I’m a bit excited about this new experience. We enter the theatre, populated sparsely by maybe a dozen men, mostly alone. General porn is playing on the big screen, lots of moaning and bush. A few of the dudes are wanking. Me and OG sit just to the right from the middle, a few rows from the back. It doesn’t go unnoticed that I’m the only female in there.
We’re sort of chatting to a couple of dudes who come and sit behind us. One wants to see me masturbate, but isn’t asking overtly. They’re just as excited about the experience. I ask for a cigarette as I psych myself up. A few if the other pervos in the theatre have noticed our little group and have made their way over to the surrounding seats. Mr ticket guy comes in, rambling that there’s no smoking in here, but he’s shouted down by a hefty group of 8 random guys.
As I masturbate, a bukkake forms, and the cum starts flying. Its on my shirt, my legs, my face, my hair. All the meanwhile, OG is acting like my gentrified pimp. He seems to honestly just like to watch, and is keeping me safe.
So this obviously marks the end of this chapter of the night. But it isn’t the end.
OG asks if I want to come along to this place under the Westgate bridge, there’s this thing, a parking lot party, that goes on Saturday nights there. If you don’t know it, its a huge bridge, a landmark. I have no idea what to expect, so I’m like ‘Fuck it, OK, why not?’. We go to OG’s car, a lovely BMW, and chat about life on our way to this joint.
We rock up under the bridge, its a nice view of the bay, the lights dancing on the water. Its dark but there are a few cars parked. Like a make out spot. Shortly, another car pulls up that OG recognised. Its some jockey, horse jockey, mate of his. They chat and smoke. Turns out this is a regular thing for them.
We all chat, its nice, weirdos like me. The little jockey guy wants a bit of a go. Sure. I bend over, leaning on the passenger seat and let him fuck me for a bit. He has a big cock for a guy a foot shorter than me. Pretty fucking big for any guy, really. Very nice. He’s done quickly. We all talk some more, some tranny comes up for a chat, too. He-she is a lanky, hairy dude in some slutty clothes, with over the top feminine gestures. Very friendly, albeit fucked up on some hard drugs. Obviously another regular to the midnight pervo picnic.
Uh oh, cops roll around! OG knows them, they know OG. Tranny runs off, OG chats away, the cops do their round, then leave. How civil, I think, in such a scenario!
Another car pulls up. Its a dark blue late model. One of Jockeys friends. A kid of 18, with greasy, shoulder length hair. OG and Jockey want us to ‘get to know each other’; apparently this kid is a virgin. He sits in the back seat of the beamer with me and we’re talking. He’s cute and shy. Fuck it, why not?
We fuck on the back seat of the beamer, just missionary, then doggy. He doesn’t take long. Nice kid. We continue talking for a while, but it’s like 3 or 4am, so I ask OG to take me back. No drama, he lives near my mates place. So we head off.
Lovely OG drops me off at my mates place. We exchange numbers, but are never in contact again.
The fuck just happened. Literally. Stoked I had that night.
We get to the porn theatre, and he pays the surprised looking ticket guy. I’m a bit excited about this new experience. We enter the theatre, populated sparsely by maybe a dozen men, mostly alone. General porn is playing on the big screen, lots of moaning and bush. A few of the dudes are wanking. Me and OG sit just to the right from the middle, a few rows from the back. It doesn’t go unnoticed that I’m the only female in there.
We’re sort of chatting to a couple of dudes who come and sit behind us. One wants to see me masturbate, but isn’t asking overtly. They’re just as excited about the experience. I ask for a cigarette as I psych myself up. A few if the other pervos in the theatre have noticed our little group and have made their way over to the surrounding seats. Mr ticket guy comes in, rambling that there’s no smoking in here, but he’s shouted down by a hefty group of 8 random guys.
As I masturbate, a bukkake forms, and the cum starts flying. Its on my shirt, my legs, my face, my hair. All the meanwhile, OG is acting like my gentrified pimp. He seems to honestly just like to watch, and is keeping me safe.
So this obviously marks the end of this chapter of the night. But it isn’t the end.
OG asks if I want to come along to this place under the Westgate bridge, there’s this thing, a parking lot party, that goes on Saturday nights there. If you don’t know it, its a huge bridge, a landmark. I have no idea what to expect, so I’m like ‘Fuck it, OK, why not?’. We go to OG’s car, a lovely BMW, and chat about life on our way to this joint.
We rock up under the bridge, its a nice view of the bay, the lights dancing on the water. Its dark but there are a few cars parked. Like a make out spot. Shortly, another car pulls up that OG recognised. Its some jockey, horse jockey, mate of his. They chat and smoke. Turns out this is a regular thing for them.
We all chat, its nice, weirdos like me. The little jockey guy wants a bit of a go. Sure. I bend over, leaning on the passenger seat and let him fuck me for a bit. He has a big cock for a guy a foot shorter than me. Pretty fucking big for any guy, really. Very nice. He’s done quickly. We all talk some more, some tranny comes up for a chat, too. He-she is a lanky, hairy dude in some slutty clothes, with over the top feminine gestures. Very friendly, albeit fucked up on some hard drugs. Obviously another regular to the midnight pervo picnic.
Uh oh, cops roll around! OG knows them, they know OG. Tranny runs off, OG chats away, the cops do their round, then leave. How civil, I think, in such a scenario!
Another car pulls up. Its a dark blue late model. One of Jockeys friends. A kid of 18, with greasy, shoulder length hair. OG and Jockey want us to ‘get to know each other’; apparently this kid is a virgin. He sits in the back seat of the beamer with me and we’re talking. He’s cute and shy. Fuck it, why not?
We fuck on the back seat of the beamer, just missionary, then doggy. He doesn’t take long. Nice kid. We continue talking for a while, but it’s like 3 or 4am, so I ask OG to take me back. No drama, he lives near my mates place. So we head off.
Lovely OG drops me off at my mates place. We exchange numbers, but are never in contact again.
The fuck just happened. Literally. Stoked I had that night.
I’ve had a fantastic life, all because I’ve never been afraid to put myself out there. It hasnt all been roses, like this night. I’ll post some other stories soon.
I’m 36 now, and i have a kid, so its time to settle down and not put myself in these situations any more. But I do look back on those days fondly!