One Friday night in late 70s/early 80s Vancouver I was going from haunt to haunt after having to work quite late, not knowing where my work/drinking friends had decided to go. After several misses, I wound up in a smallish basement bar in the old Devonshire Hotel. The Dev had long since seen its best days, but this night its bars were packed. The one I wound up in was usually more or less empty, but this night it was full with overflow people who couldn’t get into the Dev’s “better” establishments. There was a small jazz combo playing who weren’t bad which probably contributed to the crowd. I was about to leave when three older women sitting at a table along the wall gestured me to come over and take an empty chair.
I had noticed this group of women in the past, always sitting at the same table, and had actually assumed they were prostitutes (as if prostitutes would sit all night at a table in a bar - duh!). I sat down with them, ordered a drink, and kind of got into the band. One of the women introduced the group of them to me and we started talking. They all worked in nearby offices as typists and were pretty funny and the “ringleader” (Paula) kept bringing up risqué sexual topics, which everybody at the table enjoyed. Things started to wind down and Paula suggested that we move the “party” to her house. It was in a run-down area of Vancouver’s East Side and I was reluctant, but Paula said I could crash at her place and she’d drive me back downtown the next morning so I could get home. I agreed and the four of us left in a car driven by one of the other women who hadn’t been drinking and was acting as DD.
We got to Paula’s house and it was frankly a dump in an area full of dumps. The DD said she was going home and left us. The three of us went into Paula’s living room and after a drink or two, she brought up masturbation as a topic. She and her friend both said they jilled off a lot as there were no men (or women, for that matter!) in their lives. They started to quiz me and I said that while I had a number of women friends who I had fairly regular sex with, that I loved jacking off for itself and did so frequently as I got uncomfortable if I didn’t blow my big, wet loads on at least a daily basis. Paula said that was lucky for me, as I wasn’t going to get laid that night.
At this point Paula asked if I’d jerk off for the two of them. I am a very exhibitionist person and was already hard from the direction the convo was going, but played hard to get. Paula told me that if I didn’t masturbate in front of them she wouldn’t drive me back downtown. Feigning reluctance, I got up and unbuckled my belt and then took off my suit pants. My cock was pretty much throbbing and I slowly started to stroke the thick, curved shaft. Paula then told me to take of my jacket and shirt, so I did. I used one hand to tease my nipples into erection and kept up my leisurely pumping with the other.
My precum started to drip out and I began to moan at the pleasure the natural lubrication was giving me. Paula said she’d help me out, and got up to remove her slacks and quite grannyish underwear while also opening her top and sliding off her bra. I’ve always loved the sight of mature women and Paula’s body was very exciting to me. She cupped her sparsely haired pussy and squeezed, breaking off to run a finger up and down her meaty cuntlips or around her hard little clit. I ogled her hungrily and stopped myself from cumming several times, building up my cumload and need to ejaculate in the presence of these two women. I eventually reached the point of no return and asked them where they wanted me to shoot off. I was hoping for an invitation to a facial or the opportunity to cream Paula’s big, saggy, hard-nippled boobs, but she told me cum on the hardwood floor - she wanted to see how far I could shoot.
I spat in the palm of my jacking hand and whacked my cock feverishly, the saliva and precum making a deliciously moist sound. As soon as I started to squeeze my drawn-up balls, I started to cum and it was a really wet one. I must have blasted five or six ropes of thick, creamy cum several feet in front of me, splattering the hardwood copiously. With a low moan, Paula go there as well, humping her hand hard. While the two of us recovered, her friend told us thanks for the show and left (she lived only a couple of houses down and felt quite safe walking the short distance despite the hour). Paula gathered up her clothes and went to her bedroom, telling me I could sleep on the couch. It wasn’t the best piece of furniture I’d ever seen, but in my drained, satiated state I soon fell asleep.
In the morning, Paula called me into her bedroom, gave me a rubber, and asked me to fuck her before she drove me downtown. I happily complied, my thick shaft stretching her hole very nicely as she lay with her legs splayed out to the side and big breasts jiggling as I thrust. She started to rub her clit with a forefinger and came again. At that, I pulled out of her cunt, tore off the condom, and jacked hard to get another nut as I fingered my asshole. I dropped a nice, big wad that filled her belly button. We showered and dressed and Paula drove me downtown.
On the other occasions I saw the three of the friends at the dive bar in the Dev, they would politely nod at me but never again invited me to join them at their table, much less jack off in front of them. Oh well…
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