We looked in a couple of sex shops, then started the long walk down this seedy street. It actually smells of stale sex. At a doorway Paul said "wait here". He dashed across to a shop to buy me a surprise. A middle age guy approached me, balding and glasses, non threatening I decided.

"Combien" he asked. With a thrill I realised he was asking how much I charged. "Pipe cinquante" I replied, trembling with anticipation. "OK" Thinking fast I said "cent pour public."

He nodded and and pressed the note into my hand. I squatted in front of him, pulling aside his coat, he was erect, I sucked him into my mouth, pumping up and down his shaft. In less than a minute he came. Hurriedly he covered up. I stood up and licked my lips. He simply walked away.

Two more guys were talking at me, but I could not understand them. Paul took me by the hand, we walked on. "You've started something now, see how many you can have, say oui to everything."

We stopped and looked in a window. The two guys had followed us. They spoke again. Paul translated. "They want to fuck you." We all carried on, till the next alley. It was very dark, we went into a dim lit apartment block lobby. I opened my coat, lifted my dress, leant back against the wall and spread my legs.

The first guy, put on a condom, and fucked me, it was over very quickly, but the whole scene was just so sleazy. The two guys were talking all the time. Number two, gestured, for me to play with myself, as he wanked himself hard.

He came close to me and pushed me down, I sucked him deep into my mouth. He pulled me up, and closed my legs. I realised he did not have a condom, so he rubbed himself between my thighs. He came, I felt the hot spunk run down my legs. This fuck had been so sleazy, I got a real buzz. The guys had gone.

As we hit the street the spunk on my thighs turned cold, but it was such a constant reminder of what we had done.