The Adult Theater
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“Let’s go see a movie tonight,” you said to me.
I was into it. What girl doesn’t like being taken out on a date?
I start getting ready. I take a quick shower, shaving everything, emerging from the bathroom wet and hairless from the neck down. In the closet, I pick out a lacy red thong to go with my low-cut halter, then rummage around my shoe rack looking for my short pumps...
“No, not that,” I hear you say from behind me. “I want you to wear this instead.”
From behind the door you pull out a rolled-up tan trenchcoat. Inside are a blue burlesque corset, some thigh-high stockings and a garter belt, along with a pair of blue peep-toes with heels so tall and sharp, they could puncture steel.
“You’re so naughty,” I grin, taking the bundle from you. No matter. I start squeezing my figure into the corset, fastening the garter to my stockings. “Are we going to go out to dinner before the movie?”
“No; you’ll eat once we’re there.”
Movie theater food wasn’t my idea of a glamorous dinner. As I slipped into the heels I realized I looked like I just stepped out of a 19th-century whorehouse. I wasn’t dressed for anything formal anyway.
“Here’s your coat. Put it on and let’s go.”
Wrapping the coat around myself, you take me to the backside of what looks like a warehouse in an industrial part of town. There are no signs at all, but the ticket window is dimly lit.
We approach the window. The clerk seems to recognize you, takes a look at me, waving us by without a word. Odd...
Inside is dimly lit with old neon bulbs. The place is empty...quiet. It smells of sweat and mold.
You lead me down the dark hall to an open theater. You sit me down in the front row, but then you return to the row behind me.
“What’s this all about? I don’t understand. Why is nobody here? I don’t hear any movies playing. What are we even watching?”
“Sssh...” You put a finger to my lips. “I got us a private screening.”
“But one last thing. Put this on.” You place a soft, fuzzy blindfold across my eyes from behind me, tying it behind my head.
“It’s time to start the show.” I hear you clap your hands and can sense the room getting darker. The curtain motors whirr. A click precedes the sound of an old film projector coming to life.
I hear the unmistakable schlicking sound of sex, followed by the moans and groans of at least one man and woman in the heat of intercourse. I gasp.
You took me to an adult theater.
But I’m into it.
“Lie back,” you say from behind me. I do so. My arousal stirs as I hear the continued cries of passion from what has to be multiple women getting laid on screen, punctuated with coarse male dialogue. I lower a hand between my thighs but you pull it away, replacing it with yours.
You spread my legs, slipping your fingers under the coat and into the gap of my crotchless underwear. My clit throbs as you tease it in time with the sounds of wet sex, occasionally poking your fingertip into my slit to spread my wetness over my nub, teasing me more. My own soft purring and cooes join those of my onscreen counterparts. I feel myself closer to orgasm as the sensations build within me, closer and closer. You change your pace, faster, slower, faster, with the action on the screen. I squirm in my chair, tension building up within me. It’s about to happen. I’m about to come. Yes, fuck, yes…
And then you stop. “What are you doing? Don’t stop unless I’m about to get fucked!” I plead.
Did I just hear a click? I’m not sure, but I feel your hand on my sex again, resuming the teasing of my bean. “Not funny, but fuck...oh yes.”
I writhe on your finger, trying to ride it like a little cock and entice it into my desperate slit. My attempts to get myself off with my own hands are met with you swatting them away. My desperation builds.
You tease my clit more and more. I feel your hand cup my breast, massaging it, rubbing my hard pink nipple while you do the same to my clit. I moan as you work me over with your hands.
I hear the patter of footsteps on soft carpet between the moaning and groaning on screen. It sounds like more people are joining whatever scene is going on. I hear the sound of zippers opening and buckles being undone.
You continue using one hand to play with my breasts while the other rubs my damp pussy.
“This sounds like a hot movie...are you ever going to take this blindfold off and watch it with me?”
One of your hands pinches my clit. The other pinches my nipple. Then I feel a third hand on my other breast.
I gasp.
Before I can say anything, the blindfold is ripped from my eyes.
A dozen strange men are surrounding me, staring, as I sit spread-eagle in front of them, exposing my sex. All of them are naked. All of them are grinning and stroking their cocks.
I reach out and grab the two nearest ones, stroking them, pulling their skin forwards and back, hiding and showing their purple crowns. A third lines himself up with my face and I take his musky tool in my mouth.
I squirm as I feel a rough beard tickle my shaven clam. An alien tongue enters me, warm, wet, lapping at my sopping desperation, savoring the taste of my body.
My coat is undone and peeled open, revealing my slutty outfit and body to the crowd of waiting men.
The cock in my left hand erupts in a jet of semen, spraying across my chin and chest. He is quickly replaced with another. The tide of bodies writhe against me, thrusting their prods at me, each demanding satisfaction from my hands or mouth.
I writhe against the man feasting at my thighs. His tongue stirs my desire, driving me wild with every flick of my clit, nibbling on my lips and tasting every inch of my sex.
At some point my breasts are pulled out from under the corset. I swap two cocks with two more. The one in my mouth pulls out and blasts a stream of cream across my cheek and lips. I feel another spraying across my breasts and dripping down between them.
Their jockeying for position becomes more frantic. I can’t keep up. Some of them have clearly gotten back in line for seconds. The one in my mouth thrusts into my throat deep, fucking my mouth with abandon, gagging me and causing me to lose my grip a few times.
Their wet cocks slap against my face; all of them wanting my mouth, my hands losing their grip on the slippery meat, failing to beat them off quick enough. One tries to shove its way into my mouth, ignoring that my mouth is already stuffed with another thick cock.
The man eating my clit takes a break and is replaced with multiple hands, their fingers probing and invading my juicy cunt like a sex-crazed octopus.
My body is on fire. My mind is oatmeal. I give in to the tidal wave of pleasure. They can all have their way with me.
I’ve lost count of how many guys have cum in my mouth. There’s too much of it to swallow. It dribbles down my cheeks and chin, just another wet hole for the waiting crowd.
The only sensation I can feel anymore is the ecstasy of orgasm. It feels like it hasn’t stopped in an hour.
I’m pulled by my cum-encrusted hair out of the chair and met with a fat, throbbing penis thrust directly into my throat. Every hole in my body is dripping and I haven’t even been fucked yet.
I gag. I come. The dogpile of men does not abate. I can’t even feel my body anymore.
Somehow I’m aware of being on the floor. I watch my legs being pulled up and around a man’s body. I see him line his engorged cock with my swollen, slick pussy. Then my head is turned to the side and greeted with another cock, pressing into my mouth and throat while my vision rocks from the one thrusting into my pelvis.
It wasn’t long ago that we discussed the possibility of having a baby. I’m not sure when I stopped taking the pill, but I don’t think any of these men have condoms.
I can’t stop. I go with the flow. I pleasure every cock presented to me, using every orifice available to me. My body is showered and flooded with semen, inside and out.
The crowd starts to thin as one by one, each man takes a turn entering my swollen vagina, thrusting their slimy rods into my body, giving my womb a pummeling before tensing up and unleashing their seed in me.
My body twitches. I’m seeing stars. I’m panting and moaning so hard I can’t swallow or breathe.
I don’t know when the room stopped spinning or how I ever got back home.
…
I’ve been feeling a little odd the last few days. I don’t think it’s pain from the bruising I took at that theater a few weeks ago; this is different.
I’m lashing out at you over nothing, I’m really hungry all the time and my breasts are painfully sensitive.
At some point you said something really stupid and I went ballistic.
I don’t know why, and I don’t think what you said was stupid at all, but it really pissed me off so bad I went outside to get away from you for a few minutes.
On the way back in I checked the mail. There was a red envelope with a bulge, addressed to me, with no return address.
I opened it; inside was a black card with an embossed red rose on the outside. I flipped it open.
Someone had handwritten a message in block lettering:
WOMEN LIKE YOU ARE MADE FOR ONE PURPOSE--
TO SATISFY ANY MAN OR WOMAN THAT WANTS TO USE YOUR BODY
AND EVERY HOLE YOU HAVE FOR THEIR SATISFACTION.
THE ONLY SATISFACTION YOU SHOULD FEEL
IS HOW MANY COCKS YOU HELPED DRAIN.
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS BE WILLING TO FUCK
TO SUCK
AND TO LICK
WHATEVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE TOLD TO.
TO HAVE YOUR ASSHOLE FUCKED
AND FILLED WITH HOT CUM
TO HAVE YOUR SORE AND SWOLLEN PUSSY
ALSO FILLED WITH HOT CUM.
TO HAVE YOUR MOUTH BE RAW
AND YOUR JAW SORE
FROM ALL OF THE COCKS YOU HAVE SUCKED.
TO HAVE YOUR TITS BE SWOLLEN AND TENDER
FROM ALL THE SLAPPING,
THE PINCHING,
AND THE SUCKING.
YOUR GREATEST SATISFACTION SHOULD COME
FROM BEING USED JUST THE WAY GOD INTENDED--
AS A DIRTY CUM SLUT WHORE FUCKING MACHINE.
Suddenly, everything made sense. I understood why you had taken me to the adult theater that night.
I didn’t need to finish school. I didn’t need to go work in some boring office for the next 40 years. I had a much more important calling.
But there was something else, wrapped in tissue and taped to the bottom of the card.
I unwrapped it.
“A pregnancy test?”
That’s when I noticed it had been covering one final line on the card:
CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY!
“Let’s go see a movie tonight,” you said to me.
I was into it. What girl doesn’t like being taken out on a date?
I start getting ready. I take a quick shower, shaving everything, emerging from the bathroom wet and hairless from the neck down. In the closet, I pick out a lacy red thong to go with my low-cut halter, then rummage around my shoe rack looking for my short pumps...
“No, not that,” I hear you say from behind me. “I want you to wear this instead.”
From behind the door you pull out a rolled-up tan trenchcoat. Inside are a blue burlesque corset, some thigh-high stockings and a garter belt, along with a pair of blue peep-toes with heels so tall and sharp, they could puncture steel.
“You’re so naughty,” I grin, taking the bundle from you. No matter. I start squeezing my figure into the corset, fastening the garter to my stockings. “Are we going to go out to dinner before the movie?”
“No; you’ll eat once we’re there.”
Movie theater food wasn’t my idea of a glamorous dinner. As I slipped into the heels I realized I looked like I just stepped out of a 19th-century whorehouse. I wasn’t dressed for anything formal anyway.
“Here’s your coat. Put it on and let’s go.”
Wrapping the coat around myself, you take me to the backside of what looks like a warehouse in an industrial part of town. There are no signs at all, but the ticket window is dimly lit.
We approach the window. The clerk seems to recognize you, takes a look at me, waving us by without a word. Odd...
Inside is dimly lit with old neon bulbs. The place is empty...quiet. It smells of sweat and mold.
You lead me down the dark hall to an open theater. You sit me down in the front row, but then you return to the row behind me.
“What’s this all about? I don’t understand. Why is nobody here? I don’t hear any movies playing. What are we even watching?”
“Sssh...” You put a finger to my lips. “I got us a private screening.”
“But one last thing. Put this on.” You place a soft, fuzzy blindfold across my eyes from behind me, tying it behind my head.
“It’s time to start the show.” I hear you clap your hands and can sense the room getting darker. The curtain motors whirr. A click precedes the sound of an old film projector coming to life.
I hear the unmistakable schlicking sound of sex, followed by the moans and groans of at least one man and woman in the heat of intercourse. I gasp.
You took me to an adult theater.
But I’m into it.
“Lie back,” you say from behind me. I do so. My arousal stirs as I hear the continued cries of passion from what has to be multiple women getting laid on screen, punctuated with coarse male dialogue. I lower a hand between my thighs but you pull it away, replacing it with yours.
You spread my legs, slipping your fingers under the coat and into the gap of my crotchless underwear. My clit throbs as you tease it in time with the sounds of wet sex, occasionally poking your fingertip into my slit to spread my wetness over my nub, teasing me more. My own soft purring and cooes join those of my onscreen counterparts. I feel myself closer to orgasm as the sensations build within me, closer and closer. You change your pace, faster, slower, faster, with the action on the screen. I squirm in my chair, tension building up within me. It’s about to happen. I’m about to come. Yes, fuck, yes…
And then you stop. “What are you doing? Don’t stop unless I’m about to get fucked!” I plead.
Did I just hear a click? I’m not sure, but I feel your hand on my sex again, resuming the teasing of my bean. “Not funny, but fuck...oh yes.”
I writhe on your finger, trying to ride it like a little cock and entice it into my desperate slit. My attempts to get myself off with my own hands are met with you swatting them away. My desperation builds.
You tease my clit more and more. I feel your hand cup my breast, massaging it, rubbing my hard pink nipple while you do the same to my clit. I moan as you work me over with your hands.
I hear the patter of footsteps on soft carpet between the moaning and groaning on screen. It sounds like more people are joining whatever scene is going on. I hear the sound of zippers opening and buckles being undone.
You continue using one hand to play with my breasts while the other rubs my damp pussy.
“This sounds like a hot movie...are you ever going to take this blindfold off and watch it with me?”
One of your hands pinches my clit. The other pinches my nipple. Then I feel a third hand on my other breast.
I gasp.
Before I can say anything, the blindfold is ripped from my eyes.
A dozen strange men are surrounding me, staring, as I sit spread-eagle in front of them, exposing my sex. All of them are naked. All of them are grinning and stroking their cocks.
I reach out and grab the two nearest ones, stroking them, pulling their skin forwards and back, hiding and showing their purple crowns. A third lines himself up with my face and I take his musky tool in my mouth.
I squirm as I feel a rough beard tickle my shaven clam. An alien tongue enters me, warm, wet, lapping at my sopping desperation, savoring the taste of my body.
My coat is undone and peeled open, revealing my slutty outfit and body to the crowd of waiting men.
The cock in my left hand erupts in a jet of semen, spraying across my chin and chest. He is quickly replaced with another. The tide of bodies writhe against me, thrusting their prods at me, each demanding satisfaction from my hands or mouth.
I writhe against the man feasting at my thighs. His tongue stirs my desire, driving me wild with every flick of my clit, nibbling on my lips and tasting every inch of my sex.
At some point my breasts are pulled out from under the corset. I swap two cocks with two more. The one in my mouth pulls out and blasts a stream of cream across my cheek and lips. I feel another spraying across my breasts and dripping down between them.
Their jockeying for position becomes more frantic. I can’t keep up. Some of them have clearly gotten back in line for seconds. The one in my mouth thrusts into my throat deep, fucking my mouth with abandon, gagging me and causing me to lose my grip a few times.
Their wet cocks slap against my face; all of them wanting my mouth, my hands losing their grip on the slippery meat, failing to beat them off quick enough. One tries to shove its way into my mouth, ignoring that my mouth is already stuffed with another thick cock.
The man eating my clit takes a break and is replaced with multiple hands, their fingers probing and invading my juicy cunt like a sex-crazed octopus.
My body is on fire. My mind is oatmeal. I give in to the tidal wave of pleasure. They can all have their way with me.
I’ve lost count of how many guys have cum in my mouth. There’s too much of it to swallow. It dribbles down my cheeks and chin, just another wet hole for the waiting crowd.
The only sensation I can feel anymore is the ecstasy of orgasm. It feels like it hasn’t stopped in an hour.
I’m pulled by my cum-encrusted hair out of the chair and met with a fat, throbbing penis thrust directly into my throat. Every hole in my body is dripping and I haven’t even been fucked yet.
I gag. I come. The dogpile of men does not abate. I can’t even feel my body anymore.
Somehow I’m aware of being on the floor. I watch my legs being pulled up and around a man’s body. I see him line his engorged cock with my swollen, slick pussy. Then my head is turned to the side and greeted with another cock, pressing into my mouth and throat while my vision rocks from the one thrusting into my pelvis.
It wasn’t long ago that we discussed the possibility of having a baby. I’m not sure when I stopped taking the pill, but I don’t think any of these men have condoms.
I can’t stop. I go with the flow. I pleasure every cock presented to me, using every orifice available to me. My body is showered and flooded with semen, inside and out.
The crowd starts to thin as one by one, each man takes a turn entering my swollen vagina, thrusting their slimy rods into my body, giving my womb a pummeling before tensing up and unleashing their seed in me.
My body twitches. I’m seeing stars. I’m panting and moaning so hard I can’t swallow or breathe.
I don’t know when the room stopped spinning or how I ever got back home.
…
I’ve been feeling a little odd the last few days. I don’t think it’s pain from the bruising I took at that theater a few weeks ago; this is different.
I’m lashing out at you over nothing, I’m really hungry all the time and my breasts are painfully sensitive.
At some point you said something really stupid and I went ballistic.
I don’t know why, and I don’t think what you said was stupid at all, but it really pissed me off so bad I went outside to get away from you for a few minutes.
On the way back in I checked the mail. There was a red envelope with a bulge, addressed to me, with no return address.
I opened it; inside was a black card with an embossed red rose on the outside. I flipped it open.
Someone had handwritten a message in block lettering:
WOMEN LIKE YOU ARE MADE FOR ONE PURPOSE--
TO SATISFY ANY MAN OR WOMAN THAT WANTS TO USE YOUR BODY
AND EVERY HOLE YOU HAVE FOR THEIR SATISFACTION.
THE ONLY SATISFACTION YOU SHOULD FEEL
IS HOW MANY COCKS YOU HELPED DRAIN.
YOU SHOULD ALWAYS BE WILLING TO FUCK
TO SUCK
AND TO LICK
WHATEVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE TOLD TO.
TO HAVE YOUR ASSHOLE FUCKED
AND FILLED WITH HOT CUM
TO HAVE YOUR SORE AND SWOLLEN PUSSY
ALSO FILLED WITH HOT CUM.
TO HAVE YOUR MOUTH BE RAW
AND YOUR JAW SORE
FROM ALL OF THE COCKS YOU HAVE SUCKED.
TO HAVE YOUR TITS BE SWOLLEN AND TENDER
FROM ALL THE SLAPPING,
THE PINCHING,
AND THE SUCKING.
YOUR GREATEST SATISFACTION SHOULD COME
FROM BEING USED JUST THE WAY GOD INTENDED--
AS A DIRTY CUM SLUT WHORE FUCKING MACHINE.
Suddenly, everything made sense. I understood why you had taken me to the adult theater that night.
I didn’t need to finish school. I didn’t need to go work in some boring office for the next 40 years. I had a much more important calling.
But there was something else, wrapped in tissue and taped to the bottom of the card.
I unwrapped it.
“A pregnancy test?”
That’s when I noticed it had been covering one final line on the card:
CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY!
8年前
