The Depraved - Part 11

Adapted to Latin Spanish by TuttoErotici

That same evening I followed the advice given to me by the amiable Batouche.

And it was a huge success!

Ah, what an extravagant and delicious night!

Guy was absent. To avoid unfortunate encounters, since I'm too well-known in Paris, I changed my hairstyle and exaggerated my makeup. A striking appearance, as befits a slut. Nothing... nothing at all!

Upon arrival, I observe a spectator in the gallery preceding the hallway.

—Sir, would you have the kindness to tie my shoelace for me?

I place my foot on his knee and lift my skirt much higher than necessary. Showing off my legs as much as possible.

And so other men come over where we are and look at us.

I adjust my dress even more and notice in the mirror that I'm showing off my plump thighs, whose curve sharpens under the silk, which molds them tightly.

Suddenly, I'm surrounded. I feel hands touching me, palming...

I love it when they touch me!

One hand is even bolder, rubbing my clitoris through the fine fabric!

These gentlemen are terribly excited! Their eyes shine, their lips bite... I dare to make a furtive gesture with one of them... Through the fabric, I feel a cock as hard as my husband's when I tell him about my good whoring.

I repeat the operation with the one who's palming my ass... What a great cock!

And the first one, at my feet, finishing tying my shoe. I see the thick protuberance his device draws on the front of his pants. Certainly, he occupies a privileged position compared to the others!

With my nose upturned, he admires to his heart's content my speed, which the position of my separated legs shows him in all its splendor.

Ah! How much I enjoy being like this among all these males in heat!

But I hear some whispers, some words! Female voices!

—How dare you...? Where do you think Is it?... ¡The very slut! —That's the limit! The true regulars, respectable ladies in their own way, who run the establishment, express their indignation. Convinced of their privilege, they feel offended by my inconvenient handling, and surely even more so by the clients I take away! I also recognize that the role they play is much more discreet than mine! I allow myself everything, at the whim of my fantasy and my crazy desire to exhibit myself as much as possible, while they are limited to some gestures, very explicit, but not exhibitionism. For those seductive creatures, those love sellers, conformity lies in preserving certain manners, even a certain respectability... in the hunt for men to which they surrender. They do everything this man wants, no doubt about it, just a matter of tariff, but everything passes behind closed doors... and there's no public exhibition. Public exhibition is reserved for professional striptease performers... but those don't leave the stage, and nobody can expect to get their hands on them in a corner of the theater! While I... I'm here for that... I wish a hundred hands could touch me, pat me, grab me, rub against me, squeeze me, caress me, massage me, trot around me, pinch me... I wish above all that a thousand pairs of eyes could contemplate me, sliding under my lifted skirt, and be able to admire my totally brilliant pussy due to the humidity caused by the delicious pleasure of this free exhibition! But that's what those ladies can't tolerate! It will be confirmed by one of them, a blonde with tender eyes, who followed me to the bathroom. At the moment I enter one of the stalls (I have many urges to urinate!), she pushes me in and locks herself in with me. —Are you new here?...—she asks, embracing me tightly. —Yes. Why? —Because I prefer to tell you: the boss is going to fire you, If you see that you're letting yourself be touched in public. —What a fool!... If he's understanding, I'll let him take advantage of it too! —Yes, of course, but even if he's nice with you, as you say, the other girls would force him to fulfill his duty immediately. Put yourself in his place… You're so attractive that you're going to steal their clients... How do you call yourself, dear? —Véronique. —I'm Maryse. —Hello, Maryse! —Hi! —Do you know you're also very pretty? —Not as much as you, Véronique!… That's why you put all the others in a jealous rage. They're perfectly aware that you drive men crazy... It tightens around me more and more, while his mischievous fingers caress the tip of my nipples, and he looks at me insistently with his eyes. —... And also drives me crazy! —he adds with a languid voice. And then, without warning, he gives me a kiss on the full mouth! Our tongues search for each other, pursue each other, caress each other, lick each other! And I'm burning, filled with desire for that intoxicating girl. Just by rubbing against me, I'm sure she desires me too. Our hands get lost, but it's mine that reaches the objective first, under her dress. Drunk on the friction of her warm lingerie, I feel the sweetness of a foamy silk... A thick, magnificent fleece! Ah, what glorious hair, and how much pleasure it gives me to dig in! My wandering finger, curious, brushes against the soft lips of her pussy, slides between them... Ah!... She's so wet! I can't resist for a moment and make the gesture to bend down to savor her. But before I can, she asks kindly: —Masturbate me, dear! And when I start doing it, with my middle finger on her clitoris, she continues: —Oh, you do it so well! Yes, masturbate me, I have crazy desires... You have such a beautiful hand... When I saw it, a moment ago, wrapping around the cock of one of those men, the idea came to me to get myself stimulated by your beautiful fingers. Oh! The softness on my clitoris! Oh! How well you caress it! Delicious! Come on... come on... faster... faster...

She sighs, spreading her thighs to be rubbed as well as possible. I'm in the same position, since she's also masturbating me.

There is a mirror that takes up the entire wall. It's exciting to see those two women embracing each other, each with their hand on the other's crotch and moving with tongues entwined while they pant with desire.

But I can't take it anymore, and I murmur:

—Dear, let me go down on you... I have so many urges!

But she stops me.

—Oh no, precious... no... no understand, I'm finishing up... and I was going to pass a wet towel over the use the word: pussy... Oh!... Do you want it too?... Little slut... Pig! What if I do?... Yes, yes! It's not for that reason I came here, of course, but the occasion is too tempting.

And besides, it's the first time I'm going to do it in a place like this... And with a prostitute!

Without answering her, I lift my leg and support her foot, which is precious, on the edge of the toilet bowl.

Then I bring my head to the sacred place, excited by what I'm about to do.

Ah!... That marvelous aphrodisiac perfume from the thighs under the dress... that intoxicating smell of her rose-colored slit, of her round buttocks, of the cleft between them, of all the feminine intimacy in heat, concentrated down there!

My face rests against the beautiful pubic hair, where I distinguish, among the vaporized perfume on the skin, the good smell of urine that drives me crazy...

And my mouth finds the fruit of Venus... the adorable fruit...

—Ah! Ah!... —she moans softly, exhausted.

Oh, what a wonderful gift this juicy fruit is, melting between my lips and under my tongue... how delicious it is... and how I'd like to prolong this moment...

But this beautiful slut is so excited that a few licks are enough to make her come...

All that's left for me then is to drink, drunk, the abundant fluid she lets flow between my lips.

—Good —I notice a little later, seeing my sex completely flooded— You also came to lick me, slut!... You left me with nothing!

Only halfway, because her gluttonous mouth proceeds to gather all the good substance that burst forth, impetuously, from my pussy.

—And now, Véronique, remember what I told you: distrust the others... They're jealous!—she whispers as she leaves me.

She wasn't wrong in warning me!

But if I had followed her advice, nothing that happened afterwards would have happened to me.

Well, I'm back in the hallway. More excited than calm after what just happened with delicious Maryse, and seeing that it's forming again instantly around me, my previous court, an idea of a shameless lubricity passes through my head.

I drag my flock of jealous males towards the back of the hallway behind the stage. They follow me, about a dozen. Soon they'll be fifteen, twenty maybe, forming a circle around me, hiding me from the other spectators!

Proud of such a circle, I slowly lie down on a velvet bench against the wall. I raise my skirt.

I pop open the buttons that fasten my dress and lift my knees up to my shoulders like a baby being changed.

—Oh, ma'am!—exclaims Poupette, who stands near me, enjoying reading my story.—Oh, dear ma'am... She showed them everything to those gentlemen!

—This is my way of showing men how much I appreciate them and to what extent I'm grateful for the good times they give me!

—The lady has a very good heart!

—It's her nature, Poupette!

—So she let them see everything?—

—Everything, little one, everything!—

—How exciting!

—I could tell by their shining eyes and attitudes that everyone was burning with bestial jealousy and erect like bulls before my scandalous exhibition. And I gave them more than that!

—Will it be possible, ma'am?

—Of course, and you'll see how. With my left hand, I sank my index finger into the butt. It disappeared entirely in it and I gave a— slow oscillation of vaivén! With two fingers from the other hand between my use the word: pussy, I rubbed myself with the middle one.

—What a sow is the lady!
—Ah, Poupette! That feeling of showing off like that... , of showing my ass and use the word: pussy to everyone in a crowd!
—It had to be sensational!
—That's the least it can be said!
—And then, madam, what happened?
—They were all there like hungry dogs for rape, scrutinizing the smallest folds of my secret charms... , following the double game of my fingers between my buttocks and in my clitoris, hard as steel... , and I was about to come... , I felt it coming, that pleasure was approaching, I was going to launch myself towards the seventh heaven.
—Ah, madam!
—I felt like my fluid was going to burst out suddenly before their crazed gazes... , it was starting to flow, flowing smoothly...
—Ah! Madam!
—... It was coming out, warm, from the most hidden part of my body... , pouring out... , while my belly tensed with lust...
—Ah! Madam!
—... And, already exhausted, I waited for one of them, the most alert, the most excited, the most deserving of that, to come towards me to plunge between my parted legs, with his head between my thighs and his tongue out, to immediately, with enormous fury, drain my treasures completely flooded by the discharge of my use the word: pussy exacerbated...
—I hope that's what happened, madam...
—No, that's not it!
—It's possible that none of those excited men dared to...
—Would have passed, no doubt, and even fought for the spot... , if suddenly there hadn't been a violent commotion in the area where we were!
—Oh! —Poupette exclaims, disappointed.
—Those women, the regulars Maryse had told me about in the bathroom, were causing a ruckus... Furious at my success, they had gone to ask for protection from the law. It seems I was giving myself over to a scandalous outrage against public decency!