Film

Bright was the day, and brave was my heart when I set off on my quest.

Well, not so bright, as there was a big fucking storm this morning, but you get my point.

In dog collar, a few other necklaces, a little top, pants, heels, a bag with Everything A Girl Should Need in it (including umbrella and condoms), and having told my husband "I'm going into town" with no further details, I teetered off to catch the train.

50 picked me up the other side of one of the regional train stations. I gave him directions, and we drove over to the fuck-motel I went to with 48 a few weeks back. Imagine our horror- the whole motel was booked. Not a room available. Argh!

48 had told me there was another of the same kind over in another direction, so we drove over there and drove around a bit. Of course, we couldn't find it. (Note to self: Bloody find out where it is!!!) We discussed alternatives, and decided that the best was the cinema. But... straight, or porn?

The best option, obviously, was the porn cinema. The location of which, it being right next to my favourite shop in town, I was 180% sure of. However- I was wearing pants. Problem.

Not a problem. We parked at the station, he went to get some cash, and I went into the cheap clothing store and bought a skirt. Went to the toilets and put it on.

The day was definitely brightening, and our hearts getting ever braver as we then headed for the porn cinema. Despite me having a sneaking feeling that with the ongoing gentrification of that particular street and square, that it would be closed.

Thank goodness it wasn't.

We went in, the guy looked at us, didn't even flicker an eyelash. 50 bought two tickets. There's two screens, so we went downstairs first... didn't like the look of the film... tried the upstairs room. OMG. It was so packed that there wasn't an empty seat- there was even a guy sitting on the floor. Screw that! Yeah, OK, I was fully prepared to be felt up by guys, maybe be come on, maybe even if somebody was particularly tasty let them fuck me, but... well, I like to take my time over these things. Not to have to sit down next to somebody and have them immediately go for my crotch.

There were three little video cabins on the landing outside, so we went into one of those instead. Man, but it was tiny. High enough for him to stand up in. A chair on sort of slidy-things which moved the seat forward whilst keeping the back in place... just enough floor space in front of that for us to both stand. And start kissing, once he'd locked the door. The whole thing was barely the size of my kitchen table- which seats four.

We kept the door locked the whole time- even though it got knocked on a few times. Hm. If I go back... OK, when I go back, I'll be making sure it opens.

We kissed, I started unbuttoning his shirt. He started to feel my tits, run his hands over my ass, pulling my skirt up, feeling me... then his hand down my panties, and the usual struggle to get my lips to open. Even though I was soaked... Once he managed, he got straight onto my clit and started to stroke me. Damn, but he's good at that. I've mentioned before that my clit is bloody temperamental- too much pressure, and it decides that it's going to go dead, not enough, and it just goes to sleep. This guy gets it (mostly) just right.

My tshirt came off, and was draped over the chair. He undid my bra, that came off. His shirt and jacket came off. Man, but it was already getting really hot in there. I eventually figured out his belt buckle, undid his pants, got my hand in, and repositioned his cock. Um. Not rock hard yet, but getting there- and so I rubbed it against my belly whilst we kissed some more. His hand was still busy in my panties, and I ended up sideways on to him, holding his cock whilst he rubbed at me, then slid a finger up my ass.

After a few minutes, though, we decided to put one of the movies on. Jeez, what a rip-off- we fed a few coins in, and it lasted nowhere near long enough to cover anything. Oh well- eventually we just ignored it and made our own sound-track.

I sat down on the chair, and blew him. He tastes good- smooth. And this time his cock was bashing the back of my throat, and he was deliberately trying to make me choke on it. He likes to pull my head right against him so that he's all the way in, and just make teensy thrusts. Which is nice, but after a while means I can't breathe, and have to pull back.

I fished a condom out of my bag, and put it where we could reach it. Stood up, kissed, and he turned me around so I had my back to him. My skirt and g-string came off, and I put them on the chair. His pants were around his ankles- me naked except for my heels. His cock started jabbing at my ass, sliding between the cheeks as though he was going to shove it straight up. I reached behind, and pulled him down and between my thighs so that he was rubbing against my cunt and my clit. He thrust at me a while like that, both of us starting to moan a bit. Christ- I was soaked. Dripping.

And so was he, but not in the same way. It just got hotter and hotter in there the whole time- by the middle, he was using the wank-roll to wipe himself down. At the end, we had to use handfuls of it to rub him down all over!

He thrust between my thighs for a while, until I couldn't stand it, and reached over and grabbed the condom. He put it on- and I lifted one foot onto the chair. He went straight for my ass, but I pulled him down and into my cunt first.

God, yes. The feeling of illicit cock inside me. Him hanging onto my hips, shoving into me. All I wanted, as I looked around, was... oh, I wished there were holes and people were watching us fuck.

I kept him in my cunt a bare couple of minutes before pulling him out, and putting him against my ass. A few wriggles to get the angle right- and straight up and in. Oh yes. I rocked back against him, moving my hand to my clit, but it burned anyway. He was already starting to pound, but I asked him to hang on a second. He apologised- I rubbed at myself... and he moved gently. For not even a minute before I ws opening up around him and ready to beg him to fuck me hard.

Not that I needed to- his hands were on my hips, reaching up and grabbing my neck, pulling my hair, and his cock was sliding in and out of my ass as though I had a pint of lube up me.

We did it like that for a while- me with one foot up on the chair, playing with my clit, until I said to wait, and knelt on the chair. More pounding, and the chair sliding forward towards him. Me trying to get my fist into my mouth to keep myself quiet. Giving up and moaning and gasping as quietly as I could. Him bracing himself hanging onto my hips, reaching around, stroking my belly, digging his fingers into my tits, grabbing my hair, holding onto my dog-collar, grabbing my neck in front and pulling me back up, telling me that I was a slut and a bitch, his little whore, and all the time moving in and out of my ass.

I didn't always keep my hand on my clit- I was open enough around him not to need it, and I knew that there was no way I was going to come. I was bracing myself against the walls, sucking my thumb, swearing and moaning, hearing the knocks on the door and people walking past... And enjoying every second of it vastly. Even more when he was telling me how good my "little ass" is around his cock, and how good it feels to fuck it. A few times, he'd pull almost all the way out and just fuck the opening, which felt damn good.

A change again- me with my feet back on the floor, and my head right down on the seat of the chair, bent almost in half, and my ass sticking straight up. He liked that- held my head down against the chair whilst he went on fucking me. I swear that if we'd have been doing it over a toilet, he'd have dunked my head in it... which is something I must remember for another time.

At this point he told me again I was his little whore and I moaned something along the lines of "tell me more", and he repeated that I was his little whore, and he was going to watch people fuck me, lots of people- but he got to fuck me first, and that set him off to pound at me even harder. I liked what he told me. We've been talking on chat about him setting up a gangbang for me, and I really think that I will, once the summer is over and people are back in town.

I brought my head up again after a bit, and watched him move at me over my shoulder. He moves well, really he does. No hunching to thrust, more a generalised sway through the buttocks and lower stomach. And no just standing there either- as I've said, he reaches for my stomach, my tits, touches me, pulls my hair- it's not like he's in a world of his own, fucking, the way so many men are sometimes in that position. Not that I mind- I can also be in the mood to close my eyes and ignore the person doing me, on occasion.

He reached for my clit and stroked my cunt, telling me how wet I was. Told me to stroke his balls whilst he fucked me- to run my nails over them. I took some of what was oozing out of me and ran it over his balls so that my fingers slid over him. Scraped him gently with my nails. Felt his balls shiver...

The last variant was me standing, balanced on the heels of my shoes so I was up at a good height, my face against the back of the chair- and my hands holding my ass cheeks wide so he could see what he was doing to me. This caused him to grab my forearms to use as handles, and him to thrust ever harder into me.

However, we'd already been in there a good half hour at least (no idea, in fact), and I knew he wanted my mouth, so when I really started to lose feeling in my ass, I asked him if... The answer being yes, I let go and stood up. He asked me if I'd come. Oh yes. More than once? Oh yes. OK, I've worked it out, it's when you start saying "oh jesus oh god oh fuck" in English... Keep on believing that, buster, you're not far wrong.

Turned around, peeled the condom off, sat down, and swallowed him. He was dripping wet all over his body, and took more wank roll to wipe himself. I, oddly, except for at the back of my neck (and between my thighs!) was quite dry. Not cool, but not that hot either.

I took him all the way into my mouth, hoping to clear off the condom taste fast, and it worked. Blew him carefully, paying attention to the base and to the head, but not so much along the shaft, as this seems to be what he prefers. Finally he started jerking off, whilst I kept the head in my mouth, rubbing my tongue across the underside, sucking hard, swirling my tongue all over it... until he came in my mouth. And came masses, again. Not quite to the point where my cheeks were swollen outwards, but I definitely had a mouthful.

His come tastes good. Of course, it gave me the usual small gag when it hit the back of my tongue, but ... for some reason, it made me think of ratatouille. I wonder what he's been eating recently?

I swallowed, having considered spitting it out into my hand so he could see and then licking it up, but...

Stood up, he kissed me, and we started giggling and trying to clean up enough to get dressed. Not that that was a problem for me- the only thing I was worried about was whether the sweat on his stomach had made my mascara run. He, however, was wet all over- even his forearms were sweating. Fortunately, in my Magic Bag I had deodorant wipes, so I gave him one of those, and it was somewhat helpful. More wank-roll was used to dry him off.

We came out, and there was nobody around. But as we walked down the stairs, two guys came up- two that we'd seen on the way in, going into staff offices. A happy smile at them from me... because I was feeling very pleased with myself.

There was a ventilator downstairs, so we went and stood in front of that for a couple of minutes before leaving. And straight into my favourite shop next door, to buy comics. After which we walked back up to the station, me joking about having to wipe the huge smile off my face before I got home, him talking about having to stop off on the highway and buy deodorant, formal-kissed goodbye (only his last one was right on the edge of my mouth- and my tongue slid over his lips, although I'd meant to lick his cheek), and he headed off. I went to catch the train home.

I had a while to wait, and got the following text: Thanks for the trip around town... and for showing me your favourite shop... And a whole lot more... :)

I answered with a happy smile, telling him kisses, and that I still had a smile... which I did, and do. Not least because... I've never done it in a porn cinema before. I've never even been in one.

Came home, and put my pants on in the lift, putting the skirt into my bag. I must remember that it folds really small, it might come in useful another time.

I'm not sure if I'll tell 48 about it. I don't think he needs to know. And my horniness over him has only abated temporarily, after all. It'll be back on full blast by tomorrow evening at the utmost latest.