He then sat down and without a word pulled out his cock, grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face into his pubes. I sucked and again he held m... head all the way down on his cock until he came. Again he pulled up and left without a word. Now I love being a slut and I love being nothing more than fuck and suck holes for horny guys with big cocks. But I really loved being used and used hard in front of an audience. I went back to the theater every night for two weeks just hoping to be. "I'm sorry I'm late!" Her purse thumped on the table, and she ran her hands back through her dark hair. "Traffic was a disaster. It's raining, you know. I am so sorry I'm late."I stood and we kissed, just a peck on the lips, and we slumped down into our chairs. Becky was her usual pretty self, a little disheveled and a little out of breath. She wore a casual dress, a light, flowery thing with a bit of a neckline and the round of her shoulders bare. If Becky were her old self, Becky would be. As her ass lifted from my lap I slid my hand under her and squeezed her cheeks alternating with caresses. ‘How incredible! Do you do that on all your first dates?’ she asked. ‘Of course, or you may not be back for a second date.’ ‘And how can I be sure you’ll be back?’ she asked. Not waiting for my answer, she kicked off her jeans and slid to the floor between my knees. I knew where this was going. ‘I think it’s time for dinner,’ I told her. ‘I know,’ she said as her hands unbuckled my belt.. As it turns out, her nipples weren’t the only thing that Jules had pierced. The hood of skin above her clit had a little barbell stud through it. Jules provocatively spread her legs and ran her right hand and fingers down through her tuft of red hair and over her puss tracing it and spreading the lips apart to reveal the bright pink inner lips. Looking at me in askance, almost daring me to go further and perhaps hoping I would still chicken out and back out of the dare. What to do? Now I wasn’t.