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Sunday we slept until noon, just enjoying the closeness of our bodies and the time to talk about nothing. The afternoon was filled with a matinee movie and a trip to another book store but the day didn’t really begin for us until we found an expensive French Bistro on 3rd Avenue at 7pm. We had arranged to meet Amelia at 9pm in the “Club Paris” nightclub just off Time Square so we had a couple of hours to relax and play at being mature grown-ups.
The dinner was excellent and I surprised you by ordering a bottle of champagne which we drunk easily. As the sparkling alcohol took affect our touching feet became more adventurous and the bill saved us from the embarrassing position of having to disappear into the bathrooms at the same time.
Once inside the dance-club it took a while to adjust our eyes to the flashing lights but we eventually spied Amelia, looking drop-dead gorgeous, sitting on a bar stool. She was being chatted up by an interesting looking Asian-American dyke with short-cropped hair, black rubber pants, a white cut-off tee-shirt and studs stretching up the outside of her ear. When she spotted us she let out an excited yelp of welcome and rushed over to where we stood. Amelia wore a Mexican style skirt which was pleated at the bottom but was much too short to be anything worn at a traditional gathering. Her cut-off top revealed at least half of her beautiful cleavage and she demonstrated the classic Puerto Rican stardust make-up on her breasts. In her sexy Spanish American accent she told us that she’d already had three guys buy her margaritas before the Asian woman had come on to her. However, she didn’t seemed perturbed about the lesbian’s interest in her, quite the opposite, she said she was the hottest of all four people who tried to get her on to the dance floor.
As I brought our drinks over to a corner booth at the side of the dance floor I drank in the sight of the two of you giggling together. You, my biggest love, looking stunning in your black bra and see-through top, black leather skirt and high boots. She, looking just as beautiful as the first time we had seen her. Soft coffee coloured skin, dark curly hair draping down over her shoulders, lush lips amidst an exquisitely made up face, a curvy waist supporting large but firm breasts, and heavy rings on half a dozen of her fingers betraying her proud Puerto Rican ancestry. One aspect of your body you had already warmed to, but I was yet to notice, was her appendix scar which matched yours in colour, position and length. The fact that she was confident enough to display her bare mid-drift, and the scar, made her seem all the more appealing. Perhaps, the bronze belly-button ring was the thing that had first caught the eye of the dyke.
As we drank, laughed and flirted the hours seemed to disappear. Every now and then one of us would hear a song we wanted to dance to and would pull one, or both the other two, on to the dance floor. Surrounded by sweating sensual bodies I wasn’t jealous in the least when Amelia seemed to gyrate her hips into you in just a sexy manner as she did it to me. Mind you when, in one slow pulsating song she turned her back to you and you danced closely. Your hands running lightly over her bare tummy and across her breasts, while all the time she was grinding her pear-shaped ass back into your public bone, I knew that you were thinking of the strap-on that you had secretly begun to fantasize about since I first brought it up. As more and more margaritas were consumed and the flirting became more drunken we sort of ending sitting on top of each other in the booth as we watched the sexy dancers. With you on one side and I on the other Amelia ended up resting her legs on each of our legs, which raised her slightly and left a clear path into her moist panties. As our inhibitions began to fade away she started to lovingly kiss me and you rested your lips on her neck and placed your hand under her skirt. As you reached your goal Amelia let her hand press down on the bulge in my trousers and she kissed me deeper. No one was paying any attention to us as your fingers began to work in and out of her pussy and your soft lips enclosed her ear-lobes. The making-out continued in an incredibly pleasant and loving way until the drink finally got the better of me and I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.
On my return I was greeted with you two wrapped up in a little ball in the corner of the booth with Amelia sitting astride you her panty-less pussy rubbing into your bare cunt and your tongues lapping around each others mouths. I shuffled in to sit beside you and join in the kissing. After a little more of the drunken fondling another body appeared beside us. It turned to be the Asian-American woman who had been chatting up Amelia when we arrived. Up close she looked pretty sexy, and when she whispered to you two, “is this an excuse me?” You happily said yes and allowed Amelia to switch her position from sitting astride you, to astride the dyke. She continued the rubbing and kissing with the new woman where she had left off with you. Moving in close to the two woman I beckoned you to come and sit on top of me and were reproduced their actions although this time your pussy lips were sliding up and down along the shaft of my hard cock. Another half an hour passed like this with increasing moans of “mmmm..” and “yes..yes…yes,” floating around us. Then you said to me. “You know, what I really feel like doing right now?”
“What?”
“Lets go to one of those XXX adult movie places on Time square. I’d like to watch some action in a private booth.”
“Sure,” I replied. “Do you wanna ask Amelia and her date?”
“Okay.” You leant over and put the proposition to the two of them, but they politely declined saying that they were so fucking horny right now that detaching their pussies would need a crane!
Fortunately the walk to the “Times Square XXX Adult Emporium” was only two minutes and after buying a multi-purpose ticket at the door we were shown to a doorway masked by sweeping black drapes. As we entered through the curtains the darkness enveloped us and the sounds of sex oozed out of locked booths on the right hand side. Through an open door we spied a flickering blue TV screen welded on supports sticking out from the wall, and a black leather bench built into the small cubicle, along with a box of Kleenex and the smell of air freshener. At one end of the bench were ‘up’ and ‘down’ control buttons for changing the movie channel and the volume control. A dollar bill machine was the only other item in the closet intimately designed for watching and stroking. Opposite the booths a large red neon sign screamed “peep show” above a semi-circle of six curtains. We decided to try out the show first and started to open the curtains of the first cubicle until we noticed that a tall black man and shorter Asian woman were already inside the booth, their eyes fixed on the small rectangular space which opened up into the peep-show stage. Their hands productively exploring inside each others pants. We murmured a quick apology and slipped into the next booth which was empty.
Once our eyes became accustomed to the light we were greeted with the same sight that the black-Asian couple had been enjoying. A lone, tall, long-legged white woman with bleached hair was rubbing the contents of a large oil bottle into her belly and legs. She wore a tiger-skin skimpy bra, matching thong and black stiletto heels. As she poured the bottle over herself she would seductively arch her back and allow the rivlets of balm to soak the cotton material of her bra and run down to her thong, only interrupted in their flow by a little jump as they negotiated her deep belly button. As she massaged herself she rhythmically moved in time to the beat of the soul music pumping out of large black speakers in the roof and she simulated rubbing her pussy lips on the outside of the thong material which was now heavy with the clear oil. I held your hand and as we watched the performance, both of us increasing in redness as we imagined the nakedness of the woman and what she might do to herself. Then we noticed a ten dollar bill being pushed out on to the stage through a black slit in the far corner. Another customer was paying for a little extra. The dancer moved over to the viewing hole where the money had popped through, which was unfortunate because she was now side on to us, and pulled her bra down to reveal a paid of large, firm breasts which were stunning but clearly the product of plastic surgery. She tipped more oil into her hands and began to roughly squeeze and rub her tits and nipples as she leant in a few inches away from the customer’s viewing point. There was a soft squelching sound as the liquid was forced between her fingers and the taught skin of her enhanced breasts.
Then another bill fluttered to the ground from the booth to the right of us, which immediately gave us a thrill as we would have clear view of her performance for the new customer (or customers?). She noticed the new payment and sidled over to a spot just a couple of feet away from our window. Bending over she squeezed her tits together and picked up the bill, which we now saw to be a $20, in her cleavage. She placed the money in the back of her thong and, her hips thrust forward, she slowly eased aside the sopping panty material and revealed the most proud, blushing set of pussy lips that we had ever seen. Her hands went down to either side and pulled apart the labia to reveal an impressive inch-long clit which stood out like a tiny dick. Then she began to rotate her hips and we were transfixed by her powerful physical uniqueness and sexual energy.
Just then the door at the back of the stage opened and a second woman, again tall and blonde, strode in wearing what can only be described as a cross between a circus ring-master and show-girl outfit. She had a military style bright-red waistcoat with large shiny bronze buttons, atop a sparkly black bra and thong set up. The pseudo ‘lion-tamer’ motif was completed by the knee high black leather boots over fishnet stockings and the black top hat she wore. It was a few moments before we noticed the long black leather whip that she carried behind her back.
This was the corniest ‘lion-tamer’ lesbian fantasy ever but in the context and environment it sent sex shivers shooting through our primed minds. Clearly this was a well rehearsed act. The ‘tiger-skin’ girl (now minus bra) cowered in the back corner of the poorly lit show room and the new woman cracked the whip as she advanced on the girl holding a small wooden chair in front of her. Tiger-girl began to growl and the pretend tamer cracked the whip even closer. Two more $20 dollar bills were pushed on to the stage from anonymous voyeurs and the first woman pounced up from her sitting position to tackle the woman wearing the top-hat around the throat. It was a simulated attack which the second performer easily shrugged off and the woman acting out of the part of the tiger was strewn across the wooden chair with her thong-covered ass sitting pretty and exposed. Then the whip came down, not with great force, but enough to make the tiger-woman flinch. The tamer stood legs apart, her high boots tightly molding into her thighs as she splashed a large amount of oil onto the still prone tiger and flicked her wrist to bring down the lash on her partner’s well-shaped backside for a second time.
Then the woman bent over the chair made a quick leap onto the other and knocked her down to the floor. The top-hat went flying and cascades of curly auburn hair fell onto the rubber matting as we got a good view of the new woman’s attractive, middle-aged, face. The ease by which the tiger-girl was able to rip off the tamer’s bra with her teeth must have been due to the bra having been pre-cut for the purpose but it made the whole scene no less erotic. Next went the black panties which were similarly ripped off with her mouth, until the second woman wore nothing but her high black leather boots. You pulled out your purse and hurriedly shoved through two $20 dollar bills through our slit which caused the now dominant tiger woman to drag her prey over to the spot directly in front of our window.
In what must have also been a well rehearsed act the woman on top, her thong clad ass presented directly in front of us, went in to roughly french-kiss the defeated woman. We saw their tongues entwine and their lipstick smear as the tiger-girl gripped tightly on to the tamer’s long curly hair. Then a $100 dollar bill was pushed through by the couple we had seen earlier and the women shifted positions to begin 69ing with great physical exertion. As their tongues delved in and out of each other’s cunts they began to slap each other’s asses with rhythmic yet controlled harshness. You dipped into your purse for a second time but found no money left so, without asking!, you lifted my wallet from my trouser pocket and took out another $100 bill to offer up to the actors on stage. As it flittered down onto the tiger-girl’s back the submissive lion-tamer winked a wicked smile at our window and pushed the tiger-girl back on her haunches in front of our window. As she rolled onto her back her legs were caught by the second woman, leaving her dripping pussy openly exposed to her gaze. Then the thick leather whip handle was picked up and slowly inserted into the girl’s cunt. With imaginable scenes going on in the darkened anonymous booths the lion-tamer proceeded to well-and-truly fuck the tiger-girl with the whip handle. We remained hand in hand but our mouths were agape and our juices freely flowed. After about three minutes the fuckee woman bucked in either faked or real orgasm and the now dominant second woman collapsed on top of her lover in a heap of sweat and exhaustion. After regaining their composure they both stood and, hand in hand, dipped to take a bow as a faint ring of applause filtered through the secluded booths.
We were impressed but not satiated so left the peep-show to explore the rest of the adult emporium delights. At the end of the corridor of video booths were three fluorescent signs for the large, and two smaller adult cinemas. Being pretty brazen by this point we both headed for the main theatre and as we approached the opened the door we were pleasantly surprised at the sight of a long circumcised pink cock, a foot high on the huge screen plowing in and out of a beautiful teenage Jamaican’s chocolate hued pussy. The action didn’t just involve her as at her other end she was devouring a second much smaller white guy’s cock with greedy slurps which seemed to fill the auditorium with sounds of nasty sex. Laying next to her on the bed were two other bodies – a Caribbean man and a red-haired woman who were going at it in the missionary position like hammer and tongs. Every now and then the sweet Jamaican girl would be turned over to be fucked from behind but throughout the whole maneuver she would stay fastened on to her second lover’s cock.
We surveyed the seating and could see that the 40 strong audience was about 90% male with just as scattering of random women sitting next to partners. The vast majority of the crowd were sitting alone and we made our way to the center row three down from the back where there was another couple in the middle, four seats along from us, and a single 20 something guy at the other end. You took the seat closer to the other couple and I sat next to you as we settled back to watch the movie. The film was much more professional than some of the others that we had seen but it retained a taint of amateur hardness, in that the actors seemed to be fully involved in the orgy oblivious to the cameras trained on them. Most of the time the fresh black girl had her eyes closed as her pussy was pounded and she chewed on the little cock in her face. As the large black guy on top of the busty redhead exploded he pulled out from her cunt and the camera lens followed wads of cum as they cascaded over her breasts and belly. It must have been relatively early in the picture because the spent guy then jumped off the bed to be replaced by another dark guy with a shaven head. He then proceeded to plow the prone woman in the same manner as his friend had a few minutes early.
We had both reached a high plateau of redness and I was relieved as your long manicured fingers began to distractedly trace the bulge of my prick in my pants. I returned the favour by gently nibbling at your neck and touching your breasts on the outside of your clothes. As the Jamaican teenager was turned on to her back on the screen and the two guys fucking her switched positions you glanced across to the couple in our aisle. It was dark and her face was only illuminated by the action on screen but with a frightening jolt you recognized her! It was Daria, the Australian intern, from work. You had no idea she was even in New York – let alone that she would be frequenting a place like this! You immediately became nervous of getting found out but then you realised that she to was with someone she wasn’t supposed to be with. And your closeness was such that you felt confident that she wouldn’t betray our secret.
Your next thought was that she was dressed to kill. Her legs encased in green tights were resting on the chair in front leaving her little rubber red mini-skirt to reveal much about her white cotton panties. She wore no bra but a tight white cotton button-up tee-shirt displayed her pert little tits to perfection. Pushing her outfit over the sexual top were the brown cowboy boots she was wearing which made her look stylish and slutty at the same time. Her pale freckled face was perfectly made up and her long curly red hair draped over the back of her seat almost into the lap of the guy sitting in the row behind her. As you explored her with your eyes her eyes remained transfixed on the multiple fucking on the screen and she shifted in her seat to reveal the sight of her finely boned little fingers working up and down along the shaft of the well-dressed guy sitting next to her who must have been twice her age. As she continued to work him she quite nonchalantly turned her face in your direction and, with a twinkle, said “hi…,” raised her eyebrows and gave you a broad smile. She had known you’d been there all along and was completely comfortable with the surprise meeting.
This sent even more waves of horniness through your primed body. You had developed intricate and loving fantasies about this woman who idolized you, and over her time at work had cottoned on to you as something of a role model. Now you were getting to see the sexual side of her you always suspected was there. As your attention switched between the action on the screen and watching Daria service her partner you realised that my fingers had subtly foraged their way underneath your skirt and were stroking your bare skin at the top of your thighs. At this moment Daria let go of her grip on her lover’s cock and shifted to a position kneeling on her chair with her panty clad backside sexily presented in our direction. Through the strands of her ginger hair you saw her painted lipstick mouth slide down over the head of his erect prick as he lay the palm of his hand on top of her crown. Now your attention was entirely focused on the real action as you left me to concentrate on the movie while I contentedly stroked the outside of your pussy. Her next act was for you. She trailed her free left hand back between her legs, the other was supporting her as she sucked the cock, and pulled down her white panties a few inches to reveal a small opening surrounded by tightly curled ginger hair which had been shaved to form a perfect oval around her sex. Then, she began to rub the swollen lips with her fingers as she continued to bob up and down on the manhood which was wedged between her other lips.
The sight was becoming overwhelmingly erotic and as your juices flowed and your need to be fucked mounted you nudged me to join you in observing the show. I turned to see her left hand leave its pussy work to drift forward, seductively beckoning the twenty-something guy at the other end of the row who had been watching the performance with some interest since the bj began. He shuffled down a few seats to sit two seats down from Daria’s boyfriend and we noticed that his dick was already flopped out of his unzipped jeans. Without ceremony, and without missing a beat in her sucking, Daria reached out and took this new cock in her pink fist and began pumping it slowly. Daria’s boyfriend began to moan a little as Daria’s blow job was pulling him closer to orgasm which served to attract more interest in the scene from the move-goers sitting in the row in front and the other side of the aisle. It wasn’t long before half a dozen guys, of all different shapes and sizes, and a single women, were turned around watching D. blow and jerk the two guys. As the performance continued you and I moved in a little closer leaving just a single seat between Daria’s pretty bare ass and our inquiring eyes.
She began to increase her pace with both her hand and mouth and we noticed out of the corner of our eyes that two guys were standing in the dark row directly behind her jerking their cocks with the palm of their hands as they watched the red-headed temptress. Two other young guys stood at the end of the row doing the same and a third attempted to touch her ass but she slapped it away. Then her face came up to survey the scene. She smiled widely at the sight of the, now twenty or so men who were clustered around her excitedly but calmly watching her performance. Then she turned to you, fixed you with her eyes and grin, and said, “shall I?”
“Go ahead my love,” you replied. And she lent in to give you a little kiss on the lips. You could taste the salty residue of her lover, which only excited you more.
With your approval she was lifted from the row by the two guys behind us and bent over the seat she had been kneeling on. The tips of her toes touched the floor as she gripped on to the armrests of the seat in front. Her smooth body was in an ‘L’ shape with her waist, chest and head horizontal to the floor. Her older lover supported her breasts with his hands and one of the strangers walked along the row to be point level with her eyes and offered his cock for her to eat. As she consumed it another guy came into her pussy from behind, and they began to fuck her in harmony. Two more watchers moved past us to stand ether side of her face and she extended both arms to grab each new cock and smear her sweaty palms over their cock-heads. You reached around the nearest guy getting a hand job to lightly stroke her back as she performed for you. In no time at all the guy fucking her from behind exploded in her cunt and a new prick was rammed in more forcefully. This made Daria choke a little on the cock in her mouth but she quickly regained her composure and swallowed skillfully as it spurted in her cheeks.
It became apparent that the attention of the entire audience was now focused on Daria’s activities and the movie was nothing more than illumination. Customers were peering over their seats to get a better view of the multiple fuck, some stood, hands on their cocks, fingers in their pussies, others remained seated but had moved to the rows surrounding your friend. As one cock was milked of its cum by Daria, shooting powerfully over her back and hair a much larger guy, who turned out to be the security guard at the complex moved in and seemed to pick her tiny body up with one hand. The cock popped out of her mouth and another was yanked from her pussy. She only released the prick in her fist after the guy thought she was going to be taking it with her. As she was carried past us by the big security guard, panties wrapped around her ankle, cotton tee-shirt torn down to its base, tights with long ladders, and mini-skirt bunched up around her waist you gave her a look of concern. But she responded by saying, “no, don’t worry – now the real fun begins!”
She was carried down to the front where a small stage jutted out from the base of the movie screen. The forty odd people, now supplemented by employees from the emporium, followed her down to form a semi-circle around her as she was placed face-up on the dirty stage which had beer spills and the residue of candy and peanuts from earlier shows. We made our way down to sit a few feet away from her on the stage to maximise our view. For the first time she spoke.
“I want the men to sit in line in the front row. I will take you in order.” And then, pointing to a couple of young women – one Latina, one Anglo, she said, “do you want to be my hand-maidens? Help me to organise this lot?” The women nodded and walked over to where she was lying, propped up on her elbows, on the stage. The first guy was led over to the stage while the others remained seated. He hesitated at first as he stood in front of Daria her legs splayed apart and her soft pussy seeming to wink at him, but she said “come on boy, fuck me! I’ve got many more to get through tonight.” The Latina woman moved behind him and pushed his ass forward so his erect cock pressed at the edges of her open slit. “That’s better,” she moaned “now drive it home.”
He began to slowly fuck her as the two woman supported Daria on either side. “Hard as you like baby,” she groaned as the guy increased his pace. Now camera flashbulbs were going off a few feet from the stage and a couple of guys were attempting to capture real close up pictures of Daria’s little pussy being plowed. As the guy came he pulled out and white cream landed on her thighs, torn stockings, and the stage. Daria shouted out “next!” with urgency and a bigger brown cock took the first guys place. This guy fucked her hard and fast and it took all the handmaidens efforts to hold Daria in place. After five minutes he unloaded but there was no question of pulling out as we saw his straining face collapse on top of her seemingly fragile body. The next two in line also had her pussy, the last one seemed to give her particular pleasure because he was attractive and would kiss her softly on the neck as he rhythmically pulled his cock in and out of her cunt. But as a third load of seaman was deposited in her pussy she realised that she’d have to offer something a little tighter to the next guy so, noticing that next in line had a relatively small prick, she instructed the Ango woman to put him in her ass, after she turned over on to her hands and knees. He slowly fed his manhood into her bum-hole, gasping at the feel of the sphincter muscle rings as he went deeper. Daria now began to pant with the new stimulus and started to softly say “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” almost to herself. As soon as she felt him come in her ass she gasped, “another one in my ass, please…” And a bigger prick was rammed up her loosened anus.
The big screen now showed three attractive woman working on each other with vibrators but no one was watching the movie. The following four guys had her in the cunt, two emptying their loads inside her, two over her face and tits. For the next guy she tried something new. She sat on the edge of the stage, wiped the cum from her eyes, and hugged him around the waist. His prick nestled in her small cleavage but she pushed her arms in to wrap every inch of his cock-meat in her tits. Then she encouraged him to move up and down and when his cock head came in range of her tongue she licked him greedily. It was the best tit job the guy had ever had and he shot a lot of cum straight up into her chin.
Daria was beginning to be filled and drenched with cum, but she adored it and every man she serviced seemed to make her happier. She sucked off the next half dozen, before screaming at the next guy to fuck her up the ass. Grabbing on to the pretty Latino woman she rotated her hips to really make the guy feel his cock up her ass-hole. He came rapidly and the other handmaiden quickly inserted the next cock up her ass. It was so loose and so wet, yet somehow she managed to used her exhausted muscles to squeeze his prick. The stimulation was driving her wild and he began to buck like a wild stallion, he came just as she let out the animalistic cry of “oh, yes..” “oh, fuckin’ yes” and the empty cock popped back out of her anus.
You noticed that there were only six guys left sitting in the front row. Far from being exhausted Daria seemed to milk the energy out of each lover as she serviced them. She had become a woman sexually possessed, her eyes darted around like a tigress after an antelope and her tight body bristled with lustful energy. You moved over to her as she languished in a pool of juices and sweat to take her hand. “Would you do something more for me?” you whispered.
She nodded immediately, “anything, I’d do anything for you!”
“Please take the last six all at once,” you requested.
“Ohhhh, yes. I’d love to.”
We surveyed the six guys remaining. They were team-mates who had come to New York from Brazil for a football tournament. All in their early twenties, some were tall and dark, while a couple were more Portuguese looking and shorter. One of the two guys with long brown hair had an enormous cock, but the rest of them were all average shapes and sizes. In silence you and I, and Daria’s two female helpers, walked over to where they sat, to position them for the six-pack. Without any hesitation each of us grabbed a hard cock and led the Latino into his place. You and the Latina maiden had to grab two cocks in one go and they felt rigid and manly in he palms of your hand as you led the guys to their places on the stage like bulls. I sat my participant on the edge of the stage, his cock straining up aiming at the ceiling. I then took Daria’s waist and gently lifted her so then she could press down onto the cock with her loosened ass-hole. It slipped in easily after all the attention she’d been getting and we heard the unmistakable squelching sound of his ass-virgin prick forcing up the seaman mixture which had been deposited by numerous guys earlier. As Daria rested on the cock in her ass the white woman positioned the long-haired guy with the huge cock in front of the stage in between the two pairs of legs. She then fed in half of his manhood into Daria’s pussy, which was as far as it would go. She groaned in stimulation. You led your two charges onto the stage itself and pushed then down into a kneeling position either side of Daria’s excited face. And after giving them just the tiniest butterfly kiss on top of each of their cock-heads you slid the two pricks into Daria’s willing, open mouth. As the guys felt the wetness of her tongue on the undersides of their cocks and their heads pressing into each other in the middle of her succulent mouth they let out expressions of sensitive pleasure. The six-pack was completed by the Latina women placing her two men, standing, either side of Daria’s red head. She then reached down and lifted Daria’s free hands behind her head so that she could stretch out and grip the two cocks which hovered above her.
Then the four of us retired to the front row to watch the show. As the fucking developed we were struck with how softly beautiful such a hard pornographic sight could still be. Daria was a stunning woman framed by six attractive men. The contrast between her pale pink skin, red hair, and freckles and their olive-black muscular bodies was exquisite. After a little while they evolved the rhythm of a well-oiled machine. The movement of bodies became synchronized. Only the cock up her ass remained motionless. The two kneeling guys fucked her mouth in a slow long arc. The guy fucking her pussy kept the same rhythm, and in time Daria pumped the two cocks in her hands. We were kissing and holding hands while still trying to take in everything on stage. The two women next to us were also kissing deeply but their hands were working excitedly in each others pants. After a few minutes time seemed to have been suspended and in our world only the seven people on stage and ourselves existed. Our brains acknowledged the flashbulbs which seemed to insistently shoot flashes of light on the scene but didn’t associate them with people taking pictures, rather they just added to the surrealism of the already overwhelming sight. It was at this point that you whispered in my ear, “lets go somewhere a little more private, I need you to fuck me more than I have ever needed it before.”
We made our way through the voyeurs to the cinema exit and found ourselves back in the dark corridor we had entered through earlier. The peep-show curtains and video booths appeared empty, no doubt all customers were watching the beautiful Daria We went into the video booth nearest us and sat down, with you on my lap, facing the TV screen. I fed in a $10 bill into the machine and immediately the screen was filled with the sight of an athletic young black man giving a bj to a bleached blond woman at the side of a swimming pool. You wiggled your pussy down onto the bulge in my trousers and leaned over to change the channels. The next movie up showed a little Chinese women dressed in a French maid outfit getting rammed from behind by her wealthy female employer who was wearing a realistically ribbed strap-on dildo. The volume was down low but when we turned it up we heard her screaming obscenities at the taller woman as she fucked her hard with her pretend cock. Then you skipped quickly over a scene of bondage where a woman was tied, face-down, on an upturned bedspread, being paddled by another woman in a black rubber outfit, and the next channel which showed three crew-cut guys dressed in military uniforms, sucking each others cocks in a fleshy circle.
But the next channel did tweak your interest. In a classic boss and employee plot a well-dressed businessman was interviewing a shy young woman wearing a formal double-breasted suit and large round glasses. Her hair was up in a bun and her perfect make-up matched her expensive hosiery and shoes. Nevertheless, it wasn’t a David Mamet screenplay! After about a minute of dialogue the boss said he’d have to see her “skills” if she was going to get the job, and she coyly undid her hair, let it all to her shoulders, and crawled under the desk to unzip his fly. This scene turned you on enormously, bringing back fantasy ideas about people at work, and when the well-dressed woman, glasses still on, dropped her mouth down over his cock you unbuttoned my pants and positioned your aching cunt at the tip of my prick. As you eased down on to me we both felt a gorgeous sense of completeness and I lovingly unclipped your bra to be able to feel your proud nipples as you began to rotate your hips around my cock.
We continued to watch as the job applicant was bent over the desk and taken from behind. She was particularly impressive as she chewed down on a pencil when he told her she couldn’t make a sound. In out lustfulness we realised that we had neglected to shut the door when noticed a guy hurrying past, a foot away from our private fuck. I murmured “shall I shut it?” but in the state you had been driven into the openness, and the thought of being watched, was intensely alluring, so you said “no, that’s alright, leave it.” We both knew that this was playing with fire and it came as little surprise when a real middle-aged businessman (much like the one in the movie) appeared in our doorway and began to watch both the movie and our slow fuck. The smile you gave him reassured him that it was okay and my prick strained inside your pussy at the thought of the pleasure he was receiving from witnessing our love-making.
He made a move to come in but you sensitively raised your palm in a gesture to stop him entering. Nevertheless, the booth was so small that you thoughtfully reached out your long fingers to trace up and down the veins of his cock as he held onto either side of the doorframe. You didn’t want this one inside you but it gave you a warm feeling of pleasure to be able to satiate his need for sexual release. As you gripped and pumped harder his body went rigid and you skillfully aimed the shots of cum at the wall and floor. He stumbled back into a group of another three of four people who had spilled out of the cinema after D. had completed her show, and were now watching us.
He was replaced in the doorway by the Latina woman who had aided Daria so well in the auditorium. She had the smell of sex about her, was a little overweight but had an angelic face. You beckoned her in and, still impaled on my cock, you began to kiss passionately as she traced rings around your lips with the tip of her tongue. Your fingers explored each others backs and through your hair as you redoubled your efforts at bouncing up and down on my cock, grinding in your clit as you did so. She lowered her head and began to suck and nibble at your breasts. It felt fantastic and you gripped her head hard to encourage the lapping motions she was making around your nipples. The eye, tit and pussy stimulation put you in that sexual zone which you just adored. With the pretty plump Latina’s head in your hands you were free to watch the progressing office fuck on screen.
As the businessman fucked the well-dressed applicant standing up, pressing her breasts and face up against a large window, a door flew open and an older, extremely well-dressed woman stormed in, who turned out to be playing the outraged wife of the way-wood businessman. Her business suit was complimented by a tiny waist, another pair of stiletto heels, red stockings and a large authentic pearl necklace. She immediately began screaming at her husband, ran over to the couple and pulled the woman away from the window viciously by her hair. As the shy interviewee fell on the desk the wife slapped her hard twice in the face and then threw the young woman’s glasses on the floor to stamp on them. As she turned the shocked woman over onto her belly the wife began screaming how “little fuckin’ whores” got treated where she came from, and how she was “going to treat the bitch a lesson she’d never forget!” With this she whipped out a double headed dildo and gave the poor woman a few more powerful slaps on the ass for good measure. You were transfixed and deeply enjoying the feeling of my cock in your cunt, the Latina’s fingers massaging your clit, and her gentle kisses on your neck.
As the dominant wife inserted one end of the dildo into the woman’s ass, and the other into her swollen pussy, still shouting what “a slutty little whore” she was, and how she was going to use her like a “bitch in heat,” the soft Latina woman withdrew to be replaced in the door frame by a young, long-blond haired student from New Zealand. You weren’t really interested in letting any other man have you, but he looked so sweet and harmless, and you felt in such control, that you allowed him to come in anyway. He was tall enough that his cock was level with your face, and you turned your head to me requesting some advice. With a smile I said “lick him” and you closed your eyelids and began to unzip him, knowing it was the right thing to do. You made him stand on the right of you so you could let him slide his cock into your mouth but still concentrate on the movie. As the mad wife worked the double dildo in and out of the woman, still screaming obscenities at her and still slapping her, the student eased two-three inches of his cock in and out of your open lips. He too was watching the eroticism on screen and in no time at all you felt his veins contract and his balls tighten. You grabbed his bouncing cock and aimed it at your breasts as he shot load after load of creamy white liquid on to your tanned skin.
He then disappeared back into the crowd like the others to be replaced by the ticket girl who had let us in a few hours earlier. She clearly had been curious about the mass perversions going on inside and had wanted to get a piece of the action. A classically chic Asian-American New Yorker, she must have only been around 18 and wore a black tank-top, black pants, had a dragon tattoo on her right bicep, and a silver nose-ring. Her desire was to clean up your tits and belly of the mess that had just been left but it wasn’t long before you two were kissing. Fortunately, she felt sorry for me being left out of all the visitors and so she squeezed herself behind you to french kiss me deeply. This was incredibly erotic as I tasted you on her lips and shared what the nose-ring felt like on your cheek as her mouth mushed firmly into mine.
By this stage the ‘outraged wife of cheating businessman raping innocent secretary’ plot had degenerated into two lesbians fucking each other with double dildo, but it was no less exciting as they lay pussies clamped together moving their hips to fuck the others brains out. As the Asian woman was concentrating on me you saw the crowd watching us in the corridor part and a giggling Daria make her way into the door opening. She looked wonderfully happy and fucked. Her broad smile revealed lipstick smeared all around her mouth, her cascading hair was bleached by lines of white cum, her bra was gone, her stocking were ripped to shreds, and her mini-skirt was wrapped around one ankle. Her belly was sticky with all the men who had missed out on her pussy and her pussy itself was raw, red and pouty. In essence her body was covered from head to toe in cum. Heavens knew what her little ass-hole looked like from behind. She stood in the doorway, legs and arms stretched wide like a Jesus and said
“god, I feel sooooo good. And you look amazing. Can I have a turn?”
“I was waiting for you,” you replied with a soft smile. And you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard my muffled (with the Asian’s tongue lodged in my mouth) voice exclaim, “We!, were waiting for you.”
She came in and pressed her body tight to yours, your breasts touched and you positioned your nipples together to achieve maximum stimulation. You kissed like lovers, softly and sensually as you drank in the smell of her perfume and the concocted smell of men and sweat on her. Se began to lick you all over the front of your primed body. Over your ribs and tummy, down your legs and feet, sucking your toes as she went, along your thighs and all the way back up to your tits. Then she licked your armpits and your arms and sucked on each individual finger and thumb. When she kissed your neck she whispered “I love you” in both ears. By this stage the ticket-girl had left and there were just the three of us making-out in the booth. A video camera was brought to the doorway and as it whirled Daria went deep into your cunt, pushing her slim tongue inside the tiny gap between my cock and your pussy walls. She grabbed your legs and began to flick her tongue over your clit in ever-increasing motions. On screen the interviewee woman was vigorously sucking the cunt of her former abuser, as the wife squeezed her own nipples. The sight of this on the screen relating to the exact same scenario happening to you in real life at that very motion pushed you over the edge. You dug your nails into Daria’s shoulder blades and began to cry in a mixture of intense ecstasy and pain as the orgasm overwhelmed you. D. began to drink down the juice which was coming out of your pussy but she didn’t let up on the attack on your clit. You screamed “no, no, no!” as your face contracted and tears ran down your cheeks, but the orgasm kept on going and Daria kept on loving you. As you passed out you collapsed onto her little frame and she supported your head from hitting the floor. Pushing you back onto the seat we locked the door and both held you until you came round about half an hour later.
-The End –