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In my mid-twenties, I lived for a couple of years with a girl named Han. As I’ve mentioned elsewhere Han was originally from Vietnam, but grew up near Montreal. She was 5’ 1” with a great body, though in somewhat miniature proportions. Han’s most attractive features were her face with its flawless skin and her full sensual mouth. As for me, I was 6’, about 180lbs, with green eyes and at the time short brown hair. Our apartment was close to downtown Montreal and if we went out for the night we could usually walk, or hop on the metro for a short ride home. After a few drinks, depending on our moods, the trip home could sometimes be a bit of an adventure. One time after a night out near old Montreal we decided to head to Chinatown for a snack, before going home. On the way there we cut through a parking lot off rue St Laurent. There at the edge of the parking lot were a couple of whores looking for business. In fact, even though Han was with me they still flashed us their pussies and shouted out some offers. Being a little drunk I gestured to Han and asked, “How much for her?” One of them said she’d lick Han’s pussy for fifty bucks. With my arm around her I put a bemused Han forward as my counter offer, “How much would you pay for my girlfriend to lick your pussies?” They laughed, but of course they wouldn’t offer us a thing. They did say that for forty dollars that we could both lick their pussies. I said that I just wanted to see my girlfriend lick a pussy, but if I could jerk off on one of their pussies for a twenty, my girlfriend would lick them clean. Then added, “She’s really good.” One of them said yes, but wanted forty dollars. When I said we’d think about it and we started walking away, one of the whores called out from behind, “You can do me for forty.”  Han getting into the spirit shouted back, “Twenty five!” The whore insisted on thirty, saying that five dollars wasn’t too much for us, but it was a lot for her. Being a student at the time, I felt that she didn’t really appreciate that state of my finances. I probably didn’t have the same drug expenses, but I also couldn’t generate her cash flow. As a matter of fact, to pay I would have had to borrow the money from Han. “We’re going to get some food and think about it,” I said. “Maybe we’ll be back.” “OK, twenty-five,” the hooker said, as we walked away. From across the street I called back, “We’ll probably be back in fifteen Acıbadem escort bayan minutes.” Han and I talked about it, as we walked to restaurant and even though we were a bit drunk we had to agree it was too risky. As an idea it would have been wild to have Han lick my cum off a street hooker’s pussy, but in the real world it would have been an insane chance to take. Referring to these girl’s as whores might seem as a little course and uncharitable, but this was the city’s red-light district and a particularly seedy one at that. It definitely wouldn’t be the right place for Richard Gere to find Julia Roberts. All fun and games aside these girls were tough. We could easily get robbed in addition to contracting a life altering STD. At the restaurant there were two topics of conversation that dominated our meal. As to be expected our conversation began in excited hushed tones about Han’s close brush with cunnilingus. We were both so turned on and we talked about trying to find another girl to be with us, including calling an escort. The longer we were at the restaurant though, the more our talk began to note the glacial pace of service. Apparently late night dining was a bad time for dim sum. The carts that brought the food were infrequent and since our table was consistently the last stop for the servers, by the time they got to us the selections were slim. Han and I were both pretty adventurous eaters, but the remaining parts and entrails in bamboo steamers were less tempting than the pussy on offer outside in the parking lot. We ended up ordering off the menu just to get fed and get out of there. After we ate we headed up to rue Ste. Catherine with the intention of taking the metro home. Since it still wasn’t too late and the weather was pretty nice for late November, we just kept walking west along Ste. Catherine though downtown. Rue Ste. Catherine is the main street in Montreal’s downtown core. The street has a lot of retail on it and bars off on its side the streets. Another common feature popping up every few blocks were amusement arcades. At street level the arcades were filled with video games and in their basements they had peep show booths. In the booths you could lock the door, feed in change and watch porn. They had a huge variety of channels and while not comparable to the internet today, still had plenty to offer for someone Escort Kaynarca looking to jerk off. After a night out when we felt like a nasty place to fuck, sometime Han and I would pop down into one of these arcade basements to watch some porn and act out some of our own. As we walked along Ste. Catherine the plan was forming in my head that tonight would be a good night for just that. As we approached the first arcade on our walk I smiled and mentioned to Han, “So, feel like watching a movie?” “I don’t know, we’re too limited in there,” she said. She was right too. As usual Han was every bit as horny as me, if not more and had an agenda of her own. It was fun to fuck in the porn booths, but you’re kind of crammed in with limited space. Also the aftermath of some sex isn’t best combined with a sloppy trip home on public transit. Unless of course, you wan to make a messy trip home part of the fun. “Think of it as the preliminary to tide us over until we get home,” I said. Han gave me a bit of a leery glance, which was an expression that I was quite familiar and said, “Alright, but no AI!” AI was Han’s shorthand for anal intercourse. Han knows how much I loved to fuck her ass, but understandably she’s more comfortable with a gaping ass full of cum in the privacy of our apartment. “Totally agree,” I said, and with that point settled we headed in. I got some change for the booths and we meandered over towards the stairs. It always felt a little shameful slipping into the basement. I have no idea if anyone really notices, but since it would seem no mystery what anyone going downstairs is up to, it always felt like all eyes were on us. For me that step into the stairwell was really the hard part. Downstairs, this particular place was a little different from some of the other arcade peep shows in Montreal. The other ones, or at least the ones that I’d been to only had booths, but this one also had a little theater. Looking towards the theater, I said to Han, “Let’s see what it’s like in there.” To get inside you put your coins into a slot by the entrance and then passed through a revolving door. The door was like the type found in some subway stations that are designed to let people pass in only one direction. Feeding in our money, we then squeezed through together for the price of one. It was actually quite small inside. It was about six rows, Aydınlı escort with three, or four seats on each side of the center aisle. We slowly moved down the aisle looking for seats. It was hard to see until our eyes adjusted to the darkness and by then we were at the front row. Looking towards the back we could see that we were far from alone in the theater. Scattered about were a number of film buffs enjoying a night out at the movies. Not surprisingly the film goers were dispersed throughout and there was enough of them that there wasn’t a single row that we could have to ourselves. We slid into a row close to the middle that had a guy sitting against the wall at the end. He muttered something in French when we sat down, apparently not appreciating the prospect of jerking off so close to others with similar plans. Jerking off in a dark room full of guys was fine, but obviously a modicum of privacy was still preferred. I let Han in to the row and took the seat beside her on the end. At first we just sat there, both acclimatizing ourselves to this unusual place. Looking around, no one other than the guy in our row seemed to take any notice of us. I’m pretty sure that no one even realized that there was a female among them. Han was pretty bundled up. She had on an old leather jacket of mine that she liked to wear and a big fleece hat. Her outerwear was so over-sized on her that her form was completely lost. I know the guy beside us didn’t realize she was a girl, because when Han and I started to play with one another we heard another remark from him directed our way. He hissed “Maudit tapettes!” This time I understood, in English this roughly translates as, ‘Fucking faggots!” We ignored him and Han helped me open her pants and slide them down. We pulled them down over her hips, just low enough to give my hand free access to properly play with her wet pussy. The flickering light of the movie screen was enough to illuminate the smooth skin of Han’s sweet mound. At this point I think our neighbor began to figure things out. He would have now been able to see the most neatly trimmed pussy with just a small patch of straight black hair barely peeking out from under my hand. Every so often, while getting Han off, I would pull my hand up from her pussy and we’d take turns tasting the juices on my fingers. At one point as Han licked my finger clean I noticed our once homophobic neighbor’s attention was becoming more focused on the glistening pussy next to him, instead of the other ones appearing up on the screen. Han came to a shuddering orgasm and pulled my finger up to her mouth for one more taste, before leaning over to free my cock. My cock was already hard and beginning to ooze pre-cum.

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