Everyone one in this story is 18+
As a young man in my early to mid 20s between stages of graduate school I worked for a while in Paris. My French was and is awful and I had a hard time making friends and connections. This was the mid 90s and there was a lot of Anti American sentiment at the time. I’d been dumped by my stateside gf and so it was a tough time. I was broke as hell and drinking too much and getting pretty scruffy and down at heel. There’s a way the French do scruff that looks cool— but I didn’t have it. Maybe I was too lonely and desperate.
I had a friend, Francois, who told me I needed to change my luck. I agreed but kept striking out. And so one day he gave me a couple hundred dollars in francs— this is before the Euro— and handed me an address below Monmarte in what I later learned is called the Pigalle.
“Old house,” he told me. “Very respectable.”
It finally dawned on me what he was saying, and I explained to him that I didn’t pay and it was not usual for an American of my age and looks to have to pay. He shrugged and said, “When the luck is gone, you must have a replenishing.”
I seriously thought about blowing the cash and lying to him later but I couldn’t do that. At first there was no way I was going to use it. Then one night about midnight I had a few drinks and saw a woman at the bar who took my breath away and then ignored me when I tried to talk to her… and an hour later I was on this little street. I ignored two or three heroin skinny streetwalkers and found a walk-up stair between a record store and a sex shop with a series of dildos in the window fanned out in rainbow colors.
At the top of the stair was a door with a buzzer. I hit the button and it was opened by a beautiful woman in her fifties in a nice, old fashioned dress. She looked me over and then brought me into a sitting room with a few chairs and another door across the room. A big Senegalese guy was in the corner
reading a newspaper and I guessed he was the muscle.
Her English was as bad as my French but eventually I worked out the house fee was around $50 in francs. I paid it and she hit a little doorbell buzzer. Three women came through the interior door. A tall, thin redhead with a Gallic nose, a bbw black woman, very pretty, and a waifish blonde with amazing blue eyes and a tight body. They were all dressed in lingerie and all smiled in very becoming ways.
I asked if any spoke English. The blonde girl, who was maybe 22 or
23 did the most, and was pretty fluent. I nodded to her and she took my hand and led me down a narrow, dark hall to a small windowless room with a bed and a large mirror. A small lavatory was in a corner of the room and a stack of towels under it. She asked me how long did I want to stay and I asked her much it cost per hour. It was the equivalent of $60 per hour— the dollar was so strong then! — and I gave her all my cash, including the rest of Francois’s gift, for 3 hours. She arched an eyebrow at this and then smiled. She took $50 or so and said some
more cash had to go to “Albertine.”
I waited, almost panting, my leg nervously bouncing. She returned and shook my hand. “I am Mireille.” I introduced myself.
She turned and began to unfasten a side stay on her negligee or whatever it was.
She slowly stripped and when I started to follow and unfasten my pants after she shook her head. I sat on the bed while she stripped and she played on a small CD player a band I later sought for years… Stereolab.
I was mesmerized. Her pale skin, amazing berry red hard nipples on small b cup breasts, muscular legs and narrow waist… She had a tiny landing v of light brown, sparse pubic hair. I was immediately rock hard.
She motioned for me to stand up. I did, and she pulled off my coat and hung it on a hook on the back of the door, then kissed my chin. She pulled off my shirt, and kissed each of my nipples. She made me sit and she pulled off my shoes. Then my socks and I stood again and she pulled down my pants and boxers. She kissed my belly and then went to the corner lavatory and ran water for a while and wet a small towel.
She came over and softly washed my throbbing and hard cock and I now realize she as looking for herpes or other STD symptoms.
Then she softly began kissing my cock. My cock lurched and my stomach quivered. She moved to sucking my balls. I moaned and she clenched my ass with her small hands. She took me in her mouth and that moment is one of the crystalline erotic moments in my life. After a minute or two she clenched the base of my cock hard and began fondling my balls. From a plastic tray under the bed she pulled a thin condom, opened it, and put it on me.
Because of the condom I lasted longer but her tongue would tap and she’d suck hard and jack me and my knees buckled and I came and came.
To be continued
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zjcewk/mf_broke_in_paris_pt_1