0 comments/ 24617 views/ 1 favorites A Night at the Theater By: hellimnoangel He glanced at her across the crowded room, what a sight for sore eyes. His date had stood him up and he was feeling a little out of sorts. She looked good in that dark suit. She wasn’t stunning in any sense of the word, yet something about her eyes kept drawing him back. They seemed to say to him “come take a chance-I know what we both need.” He lost her in the crowd that began to move towards the doors leading into the theater. Damn he’s thinking, all I did was glance at my ticket to see where I was to be seated. He slowly moves to his seat, glancing around in hopes of seeing her again. He finds his seat and sits down, hoping the play would take his mind off a missed opportunity. There was movement to his right. He looks in that direction and sees her moving down his isle, he can’t believe it. She sits one seat over from him; the seat next to her is empty. The lights start dimming-he waits for someone to sit next to her. No one does. He glances toward her; even in the dim lights her eyes show her passion. Throughout the 1st half of the play he exchanges looks with her, he can’t keep his eyes from paying more attention to her than what’s going on on stage. The lights come on. Intermission. He stands and turns towards her. “Hi, my name is Carl, would you like to get a cup of coffee?” he says. I can tell she’s looking me over; I’m wearing my dark navy suit, I think I look pretty damn good tonight. “My names Jackie, and I’d love to” she quietly says and reaches out her hand. I take it in mine, can’t say that sparks flew, but I was definitely getting warm under the collar. I put my hand on her back and lead her into the center isle. Her suit is dark blue also, but with very fine pink stripes. I hadn’t noticed that before. We head into the crowded foyer. “You know Carl, I actually haven’t been paying attention to the play tonight.” My eyes light up, “To be honest neither have I”. We both laugh. “Would you like to leave and get a drink, or are you hungry?” “I know a little place around the corner that’s pretty nice.” Carl says. “I’d love that,” Jackie says looking at me with those challenging eyes. “Would you mind walking?” I say. “Not at all, it sounds relaxing,” she says. We head out of the theater, turning left. The night is quiet and warm, just right for this. “It seems you were in the same boat as I was tonight, my date stood me up”, I say. “Well Carl, that’s a story for another day, and I’m enjoying the company I have.” I glance at her and can see she has a wicked little grin to go with the eyes. “I am too Jackie, I am too”, he says. It’s not far to the restaurant, and we sit at a table outside. I’ve always liked the feel of a French café on a warm spring night. We order coffee and both get a small roll. My patience is wearing a little thin. I can’t help it, I want to know what’s behind those eyes, and not knowing what’s under that suit is about to get on my nerves. She crosses her legs and all I can do is stare at where they meet. What is going on with me, this doesn’t usually happen. I tear my eyes away from her legs, look up and meet her eyes across the table. There’s a fire in her eyes and I know she saw where I was looking; yet her grin shows it didn’t upset her. “This is a nice café Carl, thank you for bringing me, I’ve never had French coffee before.” “Your welcome, there’s also a nice place on the roof to dance, would you care to join me?” I wait for her to say the words. In the background we could hear piano music softly playing. “Carl” she said “I’d love to but I don’t dance very well”. “Neither do I” I say, “we’ll learn together”. I stand up and take her hand, leading her inside. We go through the front door, around to the side stairs and I lead her up two flights of steps, opening the door to the roof. You could still hear the music quietly playing below. I take Jackie into my arms; she places one hand on my shoulder and one on my waist under my jacket. The feel of her hands on me and her eyes looking into mine was making it hard to concentrate. “It’s been a long time Carl” she sighs. “Too long” I say. We slowly move to the music, our bodies molding into one. She reaches out and places her hand on the back of my neck, slowly stroking it. I in turn pull her closer. “I think you dance just fine.” I say smiling. “I’d like to know how you taste, may I?” She looks up at me, a grin forming on her lips and says, “Take a chance Carl”. I don’t hesitate; I bend down, my lips taking hers slowly at first then harder, my hands pulling her body tighter into mine. She responds by pressing closer into me. I break away if only to say, “I’d like to continue this dance-will you join me?” She doesn’t speak, only nods her head. I take her hand, leading her from the roof; we go down lone flight to the door at the next landing. Her eyes look into mine and her grin gets larger. I open the door and we step inside. I hadn’t left a light on when I went out tonight, now only the glow from outside lit the room, but in it I could see the dare in her eyes. The music was just loud enough to keep the mood going. I took her in my arms again and moved slowly to the sound. “Carl, may I?” she asks then slowly takes off my jacket, her hands running up my chest. I know she can feel my heart thumping wildly. I can’t help but stare into her eyes s she continues on undoing my tie, then starting on the buttons of my shirt. I stop moving to the music, my cock is hard as hell and she is totally clothed. God what this woman is doing to me. She has all the buttons undone and leans down slowly running her tongue over my nipples. I groan, my hands reach out and pull her head closer to me, my hands running through her hair. “Yes Jackie-please-I need………….” I can’t get the words out; she reaches out and places a finger over my lips. “I know what you need Carl”. She takes my hand and walks me to the bedroom. She turns on the light by the bed, the soft glow from it making her eyes all that I can focus on. “Sit Carl”, she demands. I don’t hesitate to do as she asks; I want this moment to continue. She comes to me, gliding in between my legs. She slowly unbuttons her blouse revealing a sheer pink bra. She drops the top to the floor. “May I?” I ask as my hands reach to release her bra. She shakes her head in agreement. My hands are shaking as I undo the clasp and slide the bra slowly off her shoulders leaning in to gently suckle her breast. Her hands reach out pulling me closer to her, then pushing me away, pushing me till I lay flat on the bed. All I can do is wait. Our eyes meet. She slowly undoes my belt, unzipping my slacks, my cock straining against my boxers. She slips off my shoes, sliding boxers and slacks down my legs. I wiggle a little to help. My hands not touching, waiting for her next move. It’s not long in coming. She bends over, gently taking my cock in her mouth, one hand reaching under to lift my balls, the other slowly running up my body to tweak at my nipples. “Oh god” I cry out. My hands reach to feel her. She slowly licks and sucks on my hard cock, I fumble to get her skirt unzipped. She releases my cock from her mouth and backs off of me. I can’t believe it, I look at her with anguish but she’s looking at me with fire in her eyes as she slowly starts stripping for me. I reach out to help, she shakes her head no. Naked, she approaches me again. She joins me on the bed, straddling my thighs, reaches for my hands and holds them over my head so I can’t touch. The only thing I can move is my cock. It’s moving up and down wanting her. She rises up and slowly places her wet pussy over my cock. My hands strain against hers to be released. But she won’t let go. She fully engulfs my cock, oh god how it feels to be inside her. “Jackie-please I need to touch you”. She grins that wicked grin, raises her ass up and impales herself yet again on my cock, again and again she does this. She finally relents, releasing my hands. I immediately put them on the cheeks of her ass, helping her to rise above me, then to lower herself onto my hard cock. “Oh Carl, I need you to fuck me, harder, harder” she screams. I raise myself off the bed, stroking over and over into her waiting cunt. My hands pull her into me, knowing we are as deep as can be. “Yes, yes that’s it” I hear her say. I can barely speak; my hands hold her ass, my cock straining to drive deeper. The only sounds, our breathing and the sound of my body slapping against hers. “Carl, Carl I’m going to cum baby, oh oh…uh ……………… she tightens, I feel her body release and I can’t take it anymore, my cock strains once, twice “Oh Jackie” and I explode myself. Our two bodies quiver together, she collapses onto me. I reach around her with both arms and pull her close, my cock throbbing within her. Our breathing relaxes; our hearts take a more normal beat. She raises her head off my chest, staring into my eyes, a grin forming. “Damn Carl, that was exactly what I needed”. “Thank you Jackie, I feel the same” I whisper into her ear. “Carl-I need to go now, I’m sure its about time I locked up the theater”, she sighs. “I understand Jackie, I need to go close up myself, and I think the crowd is gone”. We get dressed, slowly making our way downstairs. The patrons are gone, the bartender stops only long enough to say “boss I locked up, gonna leave now, night Jackie”. Jackie just smiles and nods. I walk Chris to the door, “See you tomorrow” I say. Jackie is right behind him, and as she steps out into the night she says “Carl, the play starts at 8 tomorrow, I’m thinking Italian” and with a devilish grin on her face she turns and walks into the night. A Night at the Theater Dedicated to my muse :) Leaning back, I rested my head on the head rest as I took a long, calming breath. I was attempting to soothe my frazzled nerves as our vehicle raced down the highway. So many thoughts passed through my mind. How did I get to this place? Will our scene today change me forever? Was there really a right and a wrong if something felt good and no one got hurt? Turning my head, I opened my eyes and glanced at John, taking him in while he concentrated on the road. His profile was near and dear to my heart, the soft light of dawn highlighting the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes. He had a friendly face that would instill confidence and trust in most everyone who met him. This was probably why he was such a successful salesman during the day. At night, he became what many would consider my Dom. I preferred to think of him as my lover. On this particular evening, I was taking a leap of faith once again and placing myself in his hands. That was not new in our short relationship, as I always looked to John to push all of my boundaries. He never let me down. But tonight's scene would push those boundaries past anything I could have conjured even in my wildest dreams. We were headed to an adult theater that was very well known in our area. The theater was a hang-out for swingers and horny men, straight, gay and bi-sexual alike. With my obsessive compulsive tendencies, of course I had done quite a bit of research on this theater, had even joined their forum and chatted with some of the regulars. Earlier that day, I had come across the "Photos" section of the forum. The photos showed the utter depravity that went on there. Women bent over tables and chairs, being fucked by a long line of men who all waited patiently with their cocks in hand. Men placing their cocks in a "glory hole" to be sucked by an unknown Good Samaritan on the other side. Semen oozing out of a red and roughly used vagina, the woman's face serene with ecstasy. My first thought after looking at those photos was, my God, how very wrong. It reminded me of the Sodom and Gomorra story from the bible. Surely these folks were going to hell? Never one to judge, I did not look at the subjects in the photos in a negative light, because it was clear they wanted it and enjoyed it all immensely. However, that was not my cup of tea. I couldn't help imagine myself and John in that theater though. As our relationship had progressed, I had come to trust him with all that I am. He would never let harm come to me, never push me to do something that would make me feel like less of a human being after. I always left him with a smile, a smile that stayed in place for many days to come. In my reverie, I had lost track of our position, and suddenly I realized we had arrived. The single level brick building in front of us looked quiet and unassuming. In my mind's eye I thought it would be a dark building with no windows and "XXX" written all over it. I looked to John in confusion. "We're here. Are you ready?" He gazed directly into my eyes, seeming to read all of my dreams and fears. Two busty females sat back on their knees on the garish red carpeting, mouths open, and tongues out. A young man stood directly in front of them stroking his 8 inch cock, which was lengthening and hardening before our eyes. The only sound to be heard from our theater was labored breathing. "You want it ladies? I know you do..." the man whispered as he stroked that giant cock. "Yes, Yes please, please give it to me. I need it!" the blonde begged. "No, give it to me... mine!" the brunette cried out as she moved in to take hold of his shaft. "Ah ah ah, Ladies" the man on the screen chastised. "Sharing is caring" he pronounced with a leering grin. Placing a hand on the back of each of the girl's heads, he brought them in slowly, each getting a side of his cock. Each girl stretched her tongue out, and the camera zoomed in on the two of them simultaneously running their tongues up and down his dick and swirling around the tip, then pausing a moment to swirl their tongue around the other's in a wet French kiss. There was a shift in the audience, and I could feel all of the male patrons in the theater squirm a bit in their seats. John and I were seated in the front row of the small room, and from my calculation there were approximately nine others there, all men. John kept glancing over at me, probably trying to judge my state of mind. In front of us there was what appeared to be a very large, cushion-top coffee table. Almost like a platform. Or like a bed. I could imagine what the platform was used for when the heat in the room was turned up high. I vaguely considered what it must be like to be one of the cleaning crew at this establishment, and wondered if the room, seats and platform would pass an ultraviolet test. I was getting turned on. The arousal in the theater was palpable, and it was indeed contagious. Squirming a bit in my own seat, I nervously traced circle eights on the small patch of thigh that was exposed under the hem of my white sundress. My skin felt electrified and alive. Earlier, I had debated about what to wear to the theater. I thought jeans and a T-shirt would be more appropriate, because I had been hoping to send a "hands off" message to all of the horny old men in attendance. John had talked me into the sundress, because he knew that was all I wore in the summer anyway, and he loved how I looked in them. Sundresses had a tendency to be thrown carelessly over my head when John was near, though. I looked at John, sitting next to me, eyes riveted on the screen. Glancing down at his jean shorts, I could see his erection pressing against the zipper. The zipper was probably making an imprint on his thick cock. Thinking about his cock made honey drip in my white thong panties, and again I couldn't help squirming in my seat. The two females on the screen were going at the man's cock with zeal. Eyes lightly closed, they both took turns fondling and licking the man's balls while the other deep-throated his cock, making squishy slurpy noises. I couldn't help think about how much I enjoyed giving head to a well deserving man these days, namely John. At 37 years old, I felt I had perfected my technique and had become adept at reading all of the verbal and non-verbal clues my partner gave. When I tuned in, it was easy to figure out what he liked, what he liked a whole hell of a lot, and what made him come. When I was younger, I didn't have the knowledge or confidence to give an earth shattering blow job, and would often times feel nervous about the whole experience. There was something to be said about age and wisdom, and these days I loved being used as John's fuck toy. Truthfully, there was nothing I enjoyed more. Jolting me from my thoughts, I felt John's hand cover mine on my thigh, stilling it. I looked up at him, and he held my gaze for a moment. My expression was that of complete trust and acceptance, which I knew he was looking for. We stayed that way for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, only vaguely noting the moans coming from the screen and from the others in the room. John stood up slowly, coming to stand in front of me while I remained seated. My hand in his, he gently turned it over and placed a soft, warm kiss on my palm. He then took my hand in his and moved it down to the hard bulge in his shorts. I stroked him for some time through his pants, feeling his girth and measuring the weight of his cock, while my senses went on high alert. In the back of my mind I realized that the film was no longer the main focus of all those in the theater. All eyes were on John and me. Looking up at John, I batted my eyelashes a bit, trying to be cute. He was looking down my body, probably staring at the outline of my dusky rose nipples prominently displayed through the gathered bodice of my sundress. He knew I hated wearing a bra, and I knew he loved to see my nipples this way. At that moment, I felt them hardening and pressing against the cotton of my dress. "Get down on your knees." John commanded. I quickly complied, almost stumbling in my haste. I settled in on the floor, on my knees, trying not to wonder if the carpet had been shampooed recently. "Take out my cock," he ordered. "Slowly." I moved my fingers to his waistband, and struggled with unbuttoning the top button on his shorts. After a moment, it sprang free, and his cock shifted a bit after being granted a little more room to move around. I ran my hand down his length, all the way down and up again, and then grasped his zipper. I looked up at John's face, maintaining eye contact, as I pulled the tab of his zipper down. His look was hot, aroused, and his features were flushed. I imagined my face must have looked much the same. Once his zipper was fully down, I rubbed my cheek against his erection playfully, still looking up at him. "What shall I do now, sir?" I whispered playfully while licking my lips. He granted me his evil grin. "Oh I don't know. I'm not sure you're brave enough to suck my cock in front of all these men. Do you have what it takes?" Oh he knew I loved a challenge. Pulling at his waistband, I swiftly pulled down his shorts and underwear at the same time, leaving him exposed from knee to waist. His giant cock sprang free, pointing straight at the ceiling. He moved to wrap his hand around his shaft, but I pushed it aside and chided him, "Mine!" His look let me know that I would be punished for my outburst later, but I did not care in that moment. Starting with his balls, I ran my fingertips up his length, teasing the engorged head with a gentle stroke. I worked down and back up, using more force as I went, never breaking eye contact with him. The men had gathered close, now sitting or standing on either side of us. I could feel their stares; their attention was like a jolt to my wet pussy, jacking up my arousal to new and incredible lengths. As I continued stroking John, I wondered what the men were thinking. Were they imagining themselves in John's place just then? Were they hoping to get their turn with me, too? "Come on, girl. Put his cock in your mouth. Show us what you've got," one of the men prompted. I glared at him. I would be the one setting the pace, and no one else. Pushing myself up on my knees so that I was looking straight down at John's cock, I let the saliva pool in my mouth to drip down on the head of his cock. Spitting was not very ladylike, but sometimes necessary in these situations. Using my hand to thoroughly wet his cock, I pumped up and down while squeezing him tight, my thumb brushing gently over the head of his cock on each upstroke. Meanwhile, I sat back on my haunches once more. Leaning my head down and under, I took one of his balls gently between my lips. I loved the taste and smell of his balls. They were a bit musky and so very manly, and I sucked one of them fully into my mouth while continuing to pump his shaft. John let out a harsh moan as I let him feel just a hint of my teeth on his sack. "Baby," he whispered, taking my ponytail in his hand and holding me close. I continued to work my hand up and down his beautiful cock, occasionally licking my hand to re-lubricate. I lavished attention on his balls and couldn't help but bopping up and down just a small bit, attempting to alleviate the pressure on my soaking wet pussy. I felt rather than saw a man step in just behind me, occupying the seat I had just vacated. As I continued loving on John's cock, I realized that the man had leaned in close, so close that I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. My dress was spread around me on the floor, and I felt a slight tug on the hem. The man in my former seat was attempting to put his paws up my dress. "Do not touch her!" John commanded. Immediately, I turned and looked at the man, who had retreated and put his hands in the air in surrender. "She is not to be touched by anyone other than me. You don't like it – leave." John spoke to these men in his authoritarian Dom voice, making my pussy moisten even more. I was glad that I had packed a spare pair of panties in my purse. It appeared I would need them after all! I turned my attention back to John's cock, and he paused for a moment to take off his clothes and shoes completely. Naked now from the waist down, he moved back a bit to the round platform. He placed one foot on the platform while leaving the other on the ground, opening himself fully to me. "Come," he beckoned me, and I crawled the few feet that separated us. I heard one of the men moan loudly, likely ogling my ass. He held his cock in his hand, offering it to me. I gladly accepted the gift, and engulfed the purple head in my mouth. When aroused, the head of his cock reminded me of a ripe juicy plum, one that I couldn't wait to swallow down my throat, along with all of its juices. I worked my mouth up and down on his cock, swirling my tongue, and sucking him for all I was worth. Faster and faster, I relaxed my throat as I felt his cock jut up against my tonsils. I could feel the drool dripping from the corners of my mouth, but my only thought was pleasing John. Grabbing my ponytail once more, John stopped me. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now baby," the crowd moaned in unison as I nodded my head. With one hand on my ponytail holding me in place, and the other on the back of my neck, John shuttled his cock in and out of my mouth. He started slow, allowing me to adjust to his movements. Again I focused on keeping my throat loose and relaxed so that his cock could use my mouth as he deemed fit. Faster now, he rammed his cock down my throat, and my only option was to sit there and be used. He moved his hips rapidly back and forth as he fucked my mouth with fervor. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes from my exertion, as saliva dripped onto my dress. I knew my mascara was likely running down my face, and I thought about how slutty I probably looked in that moment. I was loving every second of it. John slowed, still working his cock in and out of my mouth at a slower pace. "Pull down your dress baby. Show them your tits." Oh no, we hadn't discussed this!! He had promised he wouldn't allow anyone to touch me, but we hadn't talked about my being exposed in any way. He knew how shy I was about my body. I looked into his eyes, and there I saw the reassurance that I needed from him. This was his way of showing me off. At 58, John is over 20 years my senior, and he always teases me about how lucky he is to have access to such a hot piece of ass. I know he finds me beautiful, hot and sexy, and the fact that we were both married to other people has heretofore prohibited us from being in public together. "Do it, baby," he prodded me. I looked around the room at the faces staring down at me. They were all men approximately John's age, with just a few closer to my own age. They seemed to be waiting with baited breath. I grabbed the elastic top of my strapless dress, and without thinking too much about it, quickly pulled it down to just below my breasts. They sprang happily onto the scene, my nipples puckered and standing out like raspberries. The elastic of my dresses pressed up into the underside of my breasts, making them more pronounced. A collective sigh fell over the crowd, and I couldn't help a little giggle and eye roll at that point. Mentally, I told myself to get back to work. I leaned closer to John's shaft again, and couldn't help but notice the angle his position afforded me. With one leg up on the platform, there was quite a bit of room for me to maneuver underneath him. Moving onto my ass on the floor, I had a clear view of John's balls, taint, and ass. He looked down at me. "Come on baby. You know what I like." Yes indeed I did. Reaching up with my thumbs, I separated his ass cheeks, revealing the little rosebud they hid. I ran the tip of my tongue along both sides of his cheeks, venturing closer to his asshole with every swipe. I could feel John's legs tremble a bit, and noticed he had taken his cock in his hand once more, working it up and down. I stiffened my tongue and briefly jabbed at the tightly puckered hole, making it wet with my saliva. Using a circular motion, I swirled my tongue all around his anus, bringing all of those nerves to life. Using all of my fingers at this time, I flattened a hand against each ass cheek and widened my workspace. His asshole was easily accessible now, and I swirled my tongue in circular motion to thrill and arouse him further. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small room. From a great distance it seemed I could still hear the sounds from the porn film on the screen. Some men in the room were panting loudly and I could feel some leaning in closed for a better look. Hardening my tongue again, I stabbed at his ass. I felt the tight ring of muscle fighting my tongue, and felt determined to break through. Again and again, I firmly jabbed against that hole until I felt it give just a little bit, just a tiny welcome. Wiggling my tongue, never backing down, I gained entry again and again until I was fucking his sweet ass with my tongue. He worked his cock harder and stronger now, his breath hitched and his legs appeared to be very shaky. I shifted and once more turned my attention to that beautiful beast of a cock. As I moved and kneeled in front of him, I gazed upon his flushed, sweaty face, and realized that I had teased him long enough. My sweet lover was ready to blow a load, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. Right down my throat. Making a ring with my thumb and forefinger, I pumped his cock, squeezing as I stroked his length. I maintained eye contact with him as I brought my open mouth to his shaft, enveloping him tight. My mouth followed the ring of my fingers, moistening his heavily veined flesh so that my hand moved easily up and down. I took all of this in; my submissive posture, John's heavy breathing, my ponytail wound tightly around his hand, and the heat coming from everyone in the room. At last glance, they were all pumping their own cocks as they egged me on. And on top of everything, I felt the throbbing of my soaked pussy and the feel of my thong rubbing against my swollen lips. The depravity of the situation did not escape me, and I swore I could feel the onset of an orgasm breaking over my sex. I've never climaxed without being touched or fucked, but that was how incredibly hot and achy I felt at that moment. I stroked him harder and harder, as I knew he liked it rough, and used my lips, mouth, and tongue to drive him higher and higher. He used his grip on my ponytail to slow my motions a bit, and then he removed my mouth from his shaft completely. He took his cock in hand and pumped it maybe five times before it erupted. I kept both my mouth and eyes open for him, feeling the hot jets splash on my face, in my mouth and on my bare breasts. His orgasm seemed to go one forever, and I eagerly savored the taste of his cum on my tongue. After using the ladies room to wash up, I pushed open the door to look for John. What an encounter we had had, I thought with a smile. Looking both ways down the hall and not catching sight of him, I made my way to the erotic toy store section of the theater complex. Knowing John, he would take this opportunity to stock up on some new toys. "Hey," I felt someone grab my arm. I looked up into the eyes of one of the theater patrons. Oh crap, I thought, was this guy about to try something with me? I looked around nervously but there was no one else around. A Night at the Theater "Yes?" I asked hesitantly. "Listen. We get the not wanting to be touched part. Couples like yourselves come in from time to time, and it is all good. But usually they give us a little something, you know?" "Ummm," I mumbled dumbly. "Such as?" "A little glimpse of pussy? Finger yourself for us? Fuck a dildo while we watch? Hell anything. We aren't the nasty perverts you think we are. We're a group of lonely guys, and the only connection we get is when a couple allows us into their world. We want to see you come too." Wow. He almost made it sound like I was depriving him of a satisfying encounter. I hadn't thought of it that way. As I considered this, I felt someone walk up behind me, wrapping his arm lightly around my waist. John. "You okay baby?" he asked close to my ear. I nodded as the other man walked away. I thought about what he had asked of me. "John," I began. "Maybe we should stay a little while longer ..." I eased down with my back cushioned by the soft round platform. It felt surprisingly plush underneath my back and ass. John had spread my legs wide and was kissing the inside of my calf, and working his way up to my knee. From this vantage point, I could see the nine other men who surrounded the platform. I could watch every expression on their faces. Roughly half of them had their cocks in hand; the others were stroking their own meat through their pants. John traced his tongue up my inner thighs and inched my dress up, using his tongue and suckling my flesh as he progressed. All of my senses felt alive and edgy, and I was filled with wanting. I hadn't realized how badly my body longed for release until we had returned to this room John reached the junction of my thighs, and paused a moment to make eye contact with me. He was looking for my approval, and I gave a small nod. Oh God, I couldn't believe my own gutsiness. Sliding his hands up my sides, John lifted my dress above my midsection as I lifted my ass a bit. I heard a few moans as my miniscule white panties were revealed. "You're wet, baby." John whispered as he placed a hand on the inside of each thigh, spreading me wide open. I gasped as he licked me from ass to clit right through my panties, making them even wetter. "Yeah man," one of the man murmured. "Eat that pussy," another cheered. "Eat that shit up brother." Their cheers and encouragement made me even hotter. John hooked his fingers in the waistband of my thong and stood as he pulled it off, lifting my legs straight up as he went. He threw the thong to the side, and I noticed one of the men pick it up immediately and bring it right to his face. John held both of my ankles in his hands as I clenched my thighs tightly together. I was having a little bit of nerves just then . "Just you and me babe. Just you and me. No one will touch you but me," he reassured. I allowed my muscles to relax as John pushed my ankles back toward my head. He pushed them all the way back to my face and then slowly moved them apart, revealing my smoothly shaved pussy to the crowd. "Yessssss," one man yelled while stroking his cock. I noticed another man licking his lips. "Look at that wet pussy," an older man exclaimed. "She's fucking loving this man. Come on, slurp that juice right up." John held me open by my knees, which were now lodged up against my shoulders. He always praises my flexibility, noting how I can comfortably stay in these positions for hours on end. I took a deep breath and looked around the room. Ten sets of eyes were trained on my wide open pussy and ass, clearly on display on this platform. "Hold your knees. Hold yourself open for me," he commanded. I did as requested with shaking hands. Without any kind of hesitation, John dug right in as if he were at a feast. His tongue stabbed repeatedly into my pussy as I squirmed and wailed, squeezing my hands into fists and pointing my toes. He licked me up and down, up and down as if he were a kitty cat. He suckled my clit inside his hot mouth and released it over and over again. I felt alive, aroused, and about to burst. "Put your fingers inside her man, pump that pussy!" one of the men shouted. John did as he was asked, all at once thrusting two fingers into my wetness. They slid in and out easily, the muscles there gripping him tightly as he continued his lovemaking on my clit. The loud, obnoxious sound of wet pussy and my moans filled the room. John continued pumping harder and faster, the sound of his finger fucking reaching a loud crescendo. "Her asshole, bro. Open that little hole up so we can see." Damn I felt as though I would die just then, my heart about to beat out of my chest. John brought his ring and pinky fingers up to my mouth and dipped them deep inside. I swirled my tongue around, suckling them and making them wet. He brought his hand back down, this time inserting two fingers in my pussy and attempted to work the smaller two into my ass. My little hole was resisting, but past experience taught me that John is nothing but persistent. He worked those fingers inside gradually while swirling his tongue around my extended clit. Oh, the feeling was incredible. "Yes, yes, please, yes!" I couldn't help my scream of joy as his fingers sunk all the way into my ass and pussy. "Yeah honey," replied one man. "You're getting fucked real good now." John worked his whole hand in and out of me, while slapping my clit with the pad of his tongue repeatedly. As I looked out over the crowd, which seemed to all have their cocks out by this point, I couldn't help losing it. I felt the clench of all of my inner muscles on those four maddening fingers while a rush of fluid seeped from my pussy. My entire midsection performed a clench and release, releasing endorphins throughout my body, making my flesh sing. The orgasm pounded through me, and I distantly realized I was screaming "Oh God Oh God Oh God" over and over as I came. As I departed the ladies room once more, I found John waiting for me just outside the door. He greeted me with a bright smile and a sweet kiss on my lips. Hand and hand, we walked toward the exit. I noticed our little fan club standing to one side of the long corridor and, though I knew I was being a wimp, could not bring myself to make eye contact. As John held the door open for me, one of the men stopped us. "Hey," he said. It was the same man that had stopped me in the hall earlier. We both looked up at him expectantly. "Be sure to post on the forum the next time you're going to visit. That's a show I wouldn't want to miss." A Night at the Theatre I enjoy going to the theatre and someone at the office had a last minute cancellation so I found myself awaiting the curtain at the premiere of a musical. I had seen it many times before and it was one of my favourites. I was a week night and I was on my own dressed in a tux. It felt like one of those 'Desperate n Dateless' dos. What the hell I thought, it was a great show and I'll just enjoy myself. I was seated in the stalls on the rear left of the theatre. Not the best as I seldom sit more than five rows back from the stage and almost always dead centre but since it cost nothing I couldn't complain. I was about ten minutes into the show that I first felt her. She was sitting on my right and had decided to lean on her partner to her right. The lights were down and the theatre was dark so I couldn't be sure if she knew what she was doing. Well who am I kidding? Of course she knew what she was doing. In leaning away from me she had slid her lower body over to my side. To put it more precisely she was pushing her arse against my thigh. We were only separated by an armrest with no partition below it so the only thing separating her arse from me was the clothes we had on. I had stiffened when I first felt her. I had nowhere to move so I just kept my leg perfectly still. Maybe she'll think my thigh was the padding under the armrest. Yeah right. It wasn't easy keeping still and she must have felt my initial reaction but showed no signs of it. A few minutes into this stand-off, she slid lower still under the arm rest. I turned my head slightly to see what she was doing. She was still leaning against her man's shoulder and seemed engrossed with the show. Meanwhile down below the armrest, she was practically lying on her side so her left thigh was actually against and slightly on my thigh. This meant I could feel the area between her thighs including her crotch pressed against me as well. Her legs in the meantime were now draped around the front of my legs and I could feel her soft calves pressing against my shins. She knew exactly what she was doing. She'd have to be paralysed below the waist not to. Another glance revealed still no reaction on her face or that of her escort. I had no idea what was going on stage and I no longer cared. I didn't do anything but she obviously knew by now that I wasn't going to protest and she had found a willing if passive partner in her little game. Just when I began to plot my move it was intermission. The lights came up and she got up and walked away from me towards the centre aisle to go into the lounge. From behind I could see that they were an average height couple. She was of of slim build and quite shapely. She had blond shoulder length hair in tight curls and she was wearing a black blouse and a loose black knee length skirt. She didn't look back as she walked away but she must have known that I'd be curious. As she turned into the aisle to walk to the exit at the back of the theatre I had a good look at her profile. Age probably mid thirties, good features, almond shaped eyes, cute nose, full lips and not too much make-up. Not bad I thought, not bad at all. This intermission was going to seem interminable. Now I'm a six foot tall, athletic 34 year old. You could say I good-looking guy and I've been picked up by women many times before. I'm a charmer who's never had to work too hard for female company but I had rules and one of them was to never tread on another man's toes when it came to women. And I've never thought of the theatre as a pick-up spot. I guess she had other ideas. She must've noticed me and sized me up before the lights went out. Could this be how she gets her kicks? I guess a theatre is one place where you can have a bit of fun without it getting out of hand. I always thought it a dignified night out in a dinner jacket, until now. Life sure is full of surprises. I remained in my seat and weighed my options. Were there any options? It may well have started and ended already. It wasn't until I reached down to rub the side of my thigh that I realised that there was a damp spot on my pants where she had pressed her crotch against me. The sneaky bitch was already getting off on this. I raised my damp fingers to my nostrils. It was pussy juice all right. It was the muskiness of woman mixed with the scent of expensive perfume. My cock reacted even before I did, it was a definite turn-on. I'd have to be brain-dead not to be. Now I know I wanted this saucy bitch. I wanted to touch her pussy, to taste it and if possible to fuck it. The throbbing in my pants echoed the last sentiment. Now that I knew the game I needed to learn the rules. What rules? I'll have to wait and see what she does next. She returned just as the lights were dimming. Nothing happened. I began to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing. After a few minutes I again felt her slide her arse over and press her crotch unashamedly against the side of my thigh again. You'd think we were old lovers watching telly in our lounge in our favourite positions. Her lower legs again extended into the footwell in front of my seat as she once again draped her feet over mine. I couldn't help smiling to myself. What a bold bitch!!!! 'Well hello there! I'm back.' she seemed to be saying. 'Have you thought about me and are you going to have enough balls to do something about it this time? Or am I just wasting my time on some gutless queer?,' I felt challenged. It was now or never. I could be heading towards some naughty fun or a public embarrassment and even a molestation charge. Well, was it Balls or NoBalls? She obviously had no inhibitions once the lights were down. So it was all up to me. I began ever so slowly to show my interest. I tensed and then relax my thigh muscle so that she could alternately feel it bulge against her and then soften. I repeated this twice, three time and then stopped. No reaction. Then she by pressed her calf against my shin and lifted her thigh so that her pussy was more exposed to my thigh. Alright! Resting my right elbow on the armrest and supporting my chin on my right palm, (Anyone would have seen a man intensely interested in the performance on stage. Little did they know that right here below shoulder height in the shadows of the theatre seats another show was opening) I moved my left hand under the armrest and pretended to rub along my right thigh. What I really ended up doing was slide my hand between my thigh and her crotch. The knuckles on the back of my hand passed smoothly over her damp skirt and the soft moist pussy lips beneath it. I stopped my hand just as it was beyond her lips and held it there. I felt her pussy pull away slightly as it contracted. Then it pressed back onto my knuckles. There was no turning back now. I slowly slid my hand back and forth along my thigh all the time rubbing her pussy with the knuckles of my fingers. My growing erection was now matched only by the increasing dampness coming through her dress. Here I was sitting among a few thousand people, all dressed in the finest evening attire but while they were watching a show, I was busy playing with the pussy of a total stranger and best of all, I, we could get away with even more. She wanted it and so did I. Certain now that her crotch was available to me, I turned my hand over and starting running my fingertips along her pussy lips. A damp groove soon formed as I pressed harder and began to rub more between the lips of her labia. I could feel her lips become thicker and fuller with each pass I made and I wanted to finger-fuck her badly. I wanted to rub her insides and stretch her naughty little hole. Every time I reached the front of her pussy I felt my fingers bump against the knob that I knew was her clitty and each time I did it felt a little larger and harder. If I pressed any harder I'd punch a hole in her dress, it had to go. I stopped rubbing. I piched a piece of her skirt and slowly began to pull up, that is towards the back of the seat. At first it wouldn't budge, then she shifted slightly in assistance. Another glance to the side still showed a couple engrossed in the show. She was a better actor than those on stage. As for me, I was still resting my chin on the palm of my right hand with my elbow firmly on the armrest. No one suspected a thing, no even the lady to my left. My movements though urgent were minor and well concealed and my jacket was providing secondary cover to the darkness of the theatre. After what seemed an eternity I finally had her skirt up past her pussy. I reached eagerly for her panties and now understood why her skirt was so damp. She wasn't wearing any. I palmed her arse cheek. It was smooth as a baby's bottom and cool against my hand. I gave it a good squeeze. It was the sort of playful familiarity that only lovers shared and right now that was what we were. I moved my hand all over her arse as though I was claiming territory until my hand slid down between her cheeks and my fingers touched her pussy lips. There was only a light cover of soft curls in the way. I teased the moist curls with my fingers spreading her seeping juices all over them. Soon I was running my fingers between her lips once again this time with nothing to stop my probing deeper. Her snatch was soaking wet. But first I found her clit and with my fingers pushing back the little hood around it I began to rub the little knob with my thumb. It grew and she shifted slightly in an effort to get comfortable. She wanted it but it was obviously too much to bear. I pictured her biting her lips in the darkened theatre whilst trying to stop herself from moaning. I was merciless and persisted until I could feel the heat build up in her clit. Every time it felt a bit dry I would slide my thumb between her pussy lips and renew the assault. She withstood this pleasurable torture for a few more minutes before she trembled and came. In the last few moments she had quietly slipped her left hand over her thigh and on top of my hand. As she came she tightened her grip on my hand in an effort to keep it still. If I had kept rubbing I'm sure she would have screamed out her orgasm. I felt sorry for her but at the same time I must say I was enjoying myself. Nothing like a silent partner suffering from too much foreplay. I'd love to watch her try to keep her composure now, the cheeky bitch. This is what they call turning the tables. Her whole body stiffened for a good few minutes as I felt her cum ooze out of her pussy onto the seat and my pants. By giving me access to her privates, she had given her cunt to me and I wasn't about to let her get off that easily. I had left her raw clitty alone for now but not because she wanted me to, I had other plans. When I felt her relax again, I slid two fingers between her cum-covered pussy lips and into her hot hole. It immediately contracted around my probing digits and covered them with juices. Now I have large hands and long fingers and I used these to full advantage twirling around her cervix and pressing against the front wall of her cunt. Her pussy expanded and contracted in response. I don't know if I could hit her g-spot at this angle but I gave it a good go. I just hoped she wasn't digging the nails of her other hand into her partner's arm. A Night at the Theatre It had been a couple of months since Kathy had received a good gangbanging, the last being when in Germany on a four day trip and she was moaning to me about it. Over this time she had had a few quickies in various places when out with her friends, but nothing that satisfied her like a good gang fucking. I entertain this idea as well because nothing turned me on more to see my wife Act the slut and being taken by other men, or for her to tell me about it afterwards as I am adding my cum to the other men's still inside her or over her. She seemed to love being treated like the slut. Anyway we eventually decided to go to an adult theatre over in the next town that we knew of. Kathy dressed that night for the kill. She wore black stiletto heels and black fishnet stockings and suspenders. She wore a black g-string made of shiny latex and a matching latex bra. Over this she wore black tight mini-skirt and a classic black tight top that started just above her navel. It was low-cut and exposed a lot of cleavage. Dark makeup and ruby red lipstick finished it off. I told her she looked very sluttish and she just smiled saying that that was exactly the look she was going for then she winked at me. We headed off to the town in the car, and after about half an hour's drive arrived at the theatre which was in the more seedy part of the town. We parked, and walked up to the entrance and paid our entry fee. It was a little more Expensive than we had expected, but we were assured by the ticket collector, that the fee was worth it. We entered through the doors and into the parlour. There were stairs leading up To our right apparently leading to the main theatre, several doors leading off To the video-viewing booths and strip-tease booths. An adult shop was open to Our left. There were also private rooms available for private parties. Firstly We walked up the stairs to the movie theatre. As we entered, we paused and allowed our eyes to become adjusted to the light; The theatre was quite full. On the screen was a porno-film where a well-endowed Blonde was being ridden by a well-hung man while she sucked on another's swollen Member. We could see one woman near the front of the theatre, her blouse had been torn open and several men were groping her body. They laid her down on the ground and tore off her skirt. One man inserted his cock into her pussy as two others held her legs apart. She just groaned in pleasure as she was ridden. Other men sat alone in the theatre, apparently rubbing themselves off at the film on the screen and the action going on all around them. Several men were staring up at Kathy from where we stood. Three men began to wander over to our direction. "I want undivided attention," Kathy said smiling at them. "Where can we go?" "Follow me," one of them said, smiling and he winked at his two friends. His eyes were glued on Kathy's tits. He walked up the stairs and led us out of the theatre. The other two stayed where they were. We followed him down the stairs and off towards the private rooms. "This one's empty," he said, opening the door to a large darkly-lit room. It was decorated bondage-style with a metal table over to one side and four large metal poles at each corner. "I want lots of undivided attention," Kathy said, smiling sexily at the man. "Wait. Be patient," he said. Shortly afterwards the door opened again and men began piling into the room. It was nearly filled with about two dozen or more men and Kathy was the only female! I looked at her but she didn't even appear nervous. "That's more like it," she said, grinning. The men moved into a kind of semi-circle around her and she began to dance around them. She moved up to one of the men and asked him to take off her top. The man complied and she danced back into the centre of the room. She then moved over to another man and rubbed her pert ass up against his thigh and as she did so she peeled off her skirt. The men's eyes were all glued to Kathy's body as she moved around the room; one predominant thought seemed to be on their minds. She then unclipped her bra revealing her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. She looked so sluttish dancing up to the men, wearing only black heels, fishnet stockings, suspenders, and a black-latex g-string. She moved to the centre of the room again and bent right over, showing off her beautiful ass. The line of the g-string barely concealed her shaven cunt! She brought her hands up and over her ass and then began gently caressing her cunt through the latex. She then slapped her ass hard with her hand. "Show us your cunt, slut!" One of the men shouted out. Languorously Kathy smiled and pulled the g-string off her hips and down her legs exposing her soaking cunt. She stood back upright and moved over to him. She stood in front of him and reached out and began to caress his cock through his trousers. She then knelt down and unzipped his pants exposing his hard cock. She began to lick the head gently and sucked his balls while rubbing the shaft up and down. Another man grabbed her head and pushed her mouth down over the cock: "Take it all in slut. Don't tease." The man commanded. She ended up being forced to take the whole thing down her throat. "Fuck her mouth," another man said, The man began to drive his hips, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, his balls whacking against her chin. Kathy was groaning at the effort of deep-throating the cock. Suddenly the man pulled out of her mouth and pumped his cock in his fist. Come jetted out from its head in spurts and landed in Kathy's awaiting mouth. The man then pushed his still-spurting cock back into her mouth, forcing her to take it all down, as his cock convulsed and sprayed its last against the back of her throat. Finally he was spent. Kathy stood up, cum was dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She just smiled and rubbed the cum over her tits until they glistened, her mouth open in ecstasy. My 42 year old naked wife was now being what she was best, a cum loving slut. "The slut loves cum," I told them. "Suck me, bitch," another man said. The young guys were loving it. I heard one say that the slut must have been as old as his mum, and he couldn't wait to shove his cock up the old slag's ass. His mate said if it was his mum, he bet he would fuck the ass of her as well. The man took out his huge, swollen cock and began to rub it. Kathy moved over to him and knelt down to suck it. She began by licking up the pre-cum glistening on its head before taking it into her mouth. The man groaned in pleasure as he watched. Other men began to move in. One grabbed her head and began to force her again into deep-throating the man's cock. He was much bigger than the other man which made Kathy gag as it was forced down her throat. As she pulled away a man behind her slapped her ass hard with his hand. "Take it you slut," the man who slapped her said tersely. The man then pushed his cock back into her mouth harder this time, pulling her head down over it. Her lips were tightly splayed around the huge cock but finally she took it all in. Several others knelt beside her and began to squeeze her tits roughly, pulling at her nipples and rubbing them briskly. "Swallow that cock," they began saying. "Let it's cum slide down your throat," another voice added. The man behind her slapped her ass hard again, which made Kathy groan, this time in pleasure. "The slut's enjoying it!" The man said. He slapped her naked ass again and then spread her cheeks giving everyone in the room a clear view of her tight puckered asshole and her gushy wet cunt. The man then undid his pants pulling out his hard member. "We'll give the slut a night to remember." He said. He pushed his cock into her tight cunt, her juices making it slide in easily. He began to ride her without mercy, banging against her ass relentlessly. Kathy began to gyrate against the thick cock in her cunt, groaning as she deep-throated the other man. The man who was getting the head then pulled out of Kathy's mouth. "Cum all over the slut's face," someone said. "Jack me off in your face," the man then ordered. Kathy was hesitant but someone gave her ass another hard slap and she reached out to grab it. She began to rub it faster and faster. "Open your mouth bitch," the man said and then came; His hot sticky cum splattering over Kathy's face and landing in her mouth. She licked the salty cum from her lips and chin. The men all saw her do it and she looked up at them smiling, "Mmmmmmmmmm, I love to eat cum" Kathy was playing the perfect part of a man's fantasy slut. The man behind her was nearing climax, he suddenly grunted and the others held Kathy's hips as he came with his dick shoved deep inside her pussy. She took his cock and licked it clean then his balls and finally along his ass, poking her tongue up into his ass hole. "Fucking hell, look at her licking his ass," a man in the front shouted. "Bring her over here," someone said, I looked towards the voice and saw a guy standing over near four large metal poles mounted with heavy stands. Someone retrieved some rope from a corner and some others moved the large metal poles into the centre of the room. Kathy was stood up and led to the poles. "Tie her arms," one said. Kathy was pulled down onto the table face up. Rope was tied around each of her wrists and her legs were bound to each of the metal poles. The men then moved the poles apart until her legs were stretched wide open, revealing her wet cunt which dripped cum down her legs. Kathy smiled as she knew what she was about to receive and was looking forward to it. The two men who were holding the rope connected to her wrists then pulled them behind her head and tied them to the remaining two poles, Kathy was now tied in a spread-eagled position across the table, with her ass over hanging slightly. "Look at her cunt - it's just begging to be fucked," someone commented. "THEN FUCK IT, YOU BASTARDS, ALL OF YOU FUCK MY HOLES NOW," Kathy shouted at them. She was a slut there for their taking. One man moved in front of her, yanked her head sideways by her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Kathy was far from tired and sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. The man came quickly inside her mouth and another took his place. Soon there were two or three men taking turns fucking her mouth. They fought over who would be next. They finally undid the ropes holding her arms so that she could rub two cocks while one fucked her mouth. Two of them lifted up her head and came at the same time, filling Kathy's mouth with their hot cum. Soon her face and her hair was entirely covered with cum but she just kept going. Behind her men had lined up waiting to fuck her cunt. The first man's cock was huge. As he pushed it into Kathy's cunt she groaned out loud. "Shut up and take it slut," the man said and he began to slap her tits in unison with his prodding. Gradually his cock eased into her pussy until his whole 13 inches was deep inside her. He then began to pound her into oblivion while some men held her cheeks apart. They then began to rub her asshole with their fingers, Kathy was moaning when her mouth was empty of cocks, as they probed her ass with their fingers while the huge cock pounded her pussy. "OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, YES, YES, FUCK ME HARDER, III'MMMMMMM CCCCUUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGGGGG, UHHHH, UHHHH, YESSS, YESSS. CUM IN ME YOU BASTARD, FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM," Kathy screamed at him. He groaned, and rammed his cock in her as hard as he could, empting his load deep into her cunt then withdrawing and shooting another load over her stomach and tits. She loved the feeling of being completely helpless, unable to do anything with her legs tied to the poles as she was taken by multiple men and treated like a slut. The first man came and another took over. All the while her tits were being mauled and slapped. Her nipples pulled and twisted. Each time a man came in her, he would then move to Kathy's head where she would lick and suck him clean. Sucking his balls and then along to their ass where she would lick and probe with her tongue, giving all the men a good rimming. After nearly all the men had had their fill of her, they untied her bonds. She Looked like a perfect slut, face and body covered with cum. A few of the men had left after having fucked Kathy but most remained and they wanted their turn. "Make them take my ass and cunt," she said at me. I moved over to the table where Kathy was still lay, legs apart, her gaping dripping cunt on view to every one and pulled her off. I turned her over and bent her over it. One man got walked over to the table and two others followed him. I told Kathy to pull her ass cheeks apart, which she did. "Come on then guys, the whore wants her ass gangbanged now. "Fuck my ass!" She said, spreading her cheeks at the men, "Please someone push your cock into my tight ass hole." One of the men quickly complied, leaping up to the table. He positioned the head of his cock against Kathy's tight ass, as she spread her cheeks, opening her asshole slightly. He shoved his cock hard into her. Kathy, cried out as he rammed in, withdrew, and rammed in to the hilt again. His balls slapping the cheeks of her ass. This went on for quite a while as the men formed a queue to fuck Kathy's ass. After about ten or so men had reamed out her ass, one man shouted, "Let's see how many cocks the slut whore can take." Kathy was roughly pulled away from the table and one of the men climbed up and lay on it. Kathy was lifted back up and onto the large cock which now slipped in easily into her enlarged cunt. She was then bent forward and another cock slid into her well used ass hole as yet another two were pushed into her mouth. Her hands were wrapped around two more cocks. "Oh god!" Kathy gasped, in between sucking cock, as she was taken by all the cocks at the same time. This was her favourite position when in her sluttish role. She began to ride around, gyrating her hips in a lusty motion, grinding down on the cocks as one slid in and out of her cunt and the other fucked her deep in the ass. Another two men came around to the front of her and pulled out their cocks as the two fucking her mouth came, shooting their sticky fluid down her throat and over her face and hair. Kathy grabbed them and thrust them into her mouth groaning. The two fucking her ass and cunt both shot their loads as the two she was wanking came over her arms and back. "The sluts taken six cocks at once and still wants more!" shouted a voice in the crowd. "YES, GIVE ME MORE COCK, FUCK ME SENSELESS, USE MY WHORES BODY, ABUSE THIS SLUT," Kathy shouted at the men. All the other men watched, rubbing their cocks as the men fucked her relentlessly. Two more men soon came and slid out from under and on top of her and more took their place. I was holding up my erect cock that was screaming out to cum ready to take my turn with this slag. Kathy rubbed her clit over them and then slid down over it, she groaned again as another found its way up her ass. They then began to alternate rhythms, she would grind her pussy down over one cock and the man fucking her ass would pull out slightly, and vice versa. Kathy loved this method; it made her feel like a slut getting a really good solid fucking. At one stage the man fucking her ass pulled out and forced his cock into Kathy's cunt so they were both banging her cunt at the same time stretching it wide before ramming it back into her ass again. She kept her tempo going the whole time and soon you could see that everyone was near the edge. The rhythm suddenly sped up. The men getting blown were soon thrusting their cocks in and out of her mouth in a blur and pulling her hair. Both the other cocks were banging into Kathy simultaneously. Her red tits were being mauled and pulled mercilessly as they did so. Her hands were working fast on the cocks they grasped. Suddenly the men fucking Kathy's mouth began to come again. Kathy grabbed their cocks and milked them into her mouth using hard strong strokes which sent a torrent of cum down her throat. The other man pulled out of her ass and spread her puckered asshole wide open. He then came splattering his load all over her ass-cheeks. He then pushed the head of his cock against her opened asshole and shot the last of his come into her. The other pulled out of her cunt pushed her off the table onto all-fours. She realised what he was going to do and smiled sexily at me. He then pushed his cock into her asshole. It slid in easily because it was lubed with all the other men's cum. He then pounded her until he finally came with his cock buried to the hilt in her ass, his cum filling her insides. The other two men then moved towards her and brought themselves off spraying her body with long wet streams. Lots more of the men then decided to double fuck Kathy's cunt. Every body there loved seeing her cunt stretched and watch how it made her suck harder on the cocks she was sucking as they both thrust into her sloppy cunt at the same time. Finally, all the men had fucked her holes or wanked over her. "I think the slut needs a good thrashing now," one man said. "Do you want a good thrashing; have your worthless body punished." He said. Kathy did not answer. "WELL DO YOU SLUT," he growled at her as he slapped her ass hard. "Yes I do, whip my ass, tits and my cum filled cunt for being such a cum slut," Kathy replied. "Tie the cum slut between the posts," he said to a few men. Kathy was dragged over and pulled up by her tits. Her wrists were tied to the posts, and then her legs were pulled apart wide and also tied. She was now fastened standing spread-eagled between the two posts. She looked so sluttish tied between those posts in just stockings and high heels, dripping cum from her cunt in front of all these men and waiting to receive a good punishing. The man walked over to her and thrust his fingers and then his hand up to his wrist into Kathy's cunt. She groaned and arched her back, straining against the ropes. "Fucking hell guys, this whore really has got a big cunt, it must have taken a lot of cocks up it over the years," he said. Kathy moaned. "Well has it been fucked by a lot of cocks, slut, he said again to Kathy as he continued to fist her. "Yes, fucking hundreds have shagged me, as well as all sorts of objects have been shoved up my cunt," she gasped at him. Every body cheered at this remark. "I bet your happy to have any cock fucking you now at your age, hey slag. He continued. "Oh Yes, any cock, young or old, Kathy replied. The man took off his belt and laid it across Kathy's ass. She cried out as the leather made a loud crack across her bare flesh. Another, then another rained down. Other men were taking their turns, Kathy's ass cheeks were now bright red. "Thrash the whore's front," somebody shouted. A couple of men went around and grinned at her. "We're going to give your tits and big cunt a thrashing now, you fucking slag," One of them said close to Kathy's face, then spat in it. The spit mingled with the cum running down her cheeks. The belt came down again. Kathy cried out as it struck across her tits. Her nipples stood up large and erect. Then it struck across her shaven pubic area, curling down over her open cunt catching her clit. Cum splashed out around the leather. Kathy's naked wretched used body writhed and contorted with every crack of the belt. "Look how it makes the filthy cunt cum," one of the men said as Kathy cum loudly. They all laughed. They now alternated between each other. As one whacked her ass, another was laid across her tits, then that was followed closely by another aimed at her cunt. Kathy strained against the ropes, squirming with each lash, crying out with the pain and the violent orgasms she was having A Night at the Theatre Finally, they decided she had had enough and she was pulled back onto the floor where all the men stood round to empty their bladders over her filthy body. "Drag the cunt into the gents and piss over the piece of trash there," I heard a guy shout. I noticed it was the doorman who had come in to join the fun. A couple of men grabbed hold of Kathy's arm and hair and dragged her out into the foyer and into the men's toilet where she lay on the filthy floor in the dirt and piss that covered it. "This is where a piss whore like you belongs," one of the men said to her as she lay on her back on the stinking floor, legs wide apart. They pissed over her tits, over her face into her mouth, in her hair, and down her stomach between her legs into her baggy cunt. "Open you fucking mouth bitch," a young man in his twenties shouted. Kathy did, and five streams of piss were directed into it filling her mouth faster than she could swallow it, and it run down the sides of her cheeks. After, everyone left the room laughing and talking between themselves. I heard one comment about how the dirty cunt must have a belly full of piss and cum now, to a round of laugh. Kathy was left lying in the pool of piss rubbing her cunt. I said she had better get and clean herself up a bit. She was a sight to see alright as she stood beside me. Black heels, torn fishnets, her shaved pussy sticky with congealing cum, her ass red and raw and beginning to drip wet cum, her tits red with bite and whip marks, and her face entirely layered with the stuff. Her hair was slicked back, wet with all the piss and cum. She had certainly gotten her fill this time as a good time nympho slut. "God, I love to see you looking like this, if I had my way I would have you walk home to let everybody see the slut you are," I said to her. "If I thought I could get away with it, I would," Kathy replied and laughed. She only managed to clean up a small amount of the cum on her. Her bra and G-String had disappeared and her skirt and top were torn and dirty from where they had been trampled on in the theatre. Kathy had to walk out of the theatre and back to the car showing a fair amount of bare flesh, and almost her bare cunt and ass as she walked and her nipples on view most of the time. Her hair and face matted with dried cum. As she walked, cum dribbled out of her cunt and ass and down her stockinged legs. She got plenty of comments from men and women on her way back to the car. She even flashed some of the men her bare well used cunt, and back at the car where she flashed two young men she then let them fuck her over the bonnet of our car. After, she told me the evening was worth the wait, and that we shouldn't leave it so long next time, and laughed. A Night At The Theatre A Night at the Theatre "Ok, I'll pick you up tomorrow evening. I'm looking forward to it. I love you honey. Mmmwaaahh," I hung up the phone. Pamela had invited me to the theatre. Her father had good connections to the theatre directors and managed to get free tickets, which he had kindly offered to us. Pamela was a wonderful lady and we had been a couple for about twelve months now. We enjoyed each other's company, she was hot as hell and I felt comfortable being with her. The next evening, I wore my blue suit and a short white shirt. It was a hot summer day, but had been raining all day. Sometimes the showers had been short bursts of heavy rain. I drove to her house to pick her up. As usual we were both punctual, Pam was ready. She was wearing a long blue coat, which was fastened as it was raining again and was a nice contrast to her yellow umbrella. I welcomed her with a hug and a passionate kiss, then she sat down in the passenger side of the car. I made sure she was in, safely and closed the door before running round to the driver's side. I started the car and drove to the theatre. The windscreen wipes whirled and cleared my view of the road ahead as we chatted. "We have some of the best tickets today." She was smiling, her voice seemed to be excited and I felt she was in a really good mood. My mind drifted away. Her mood and excited chatter reminded me of another occasion, not so long back. My sweet Sunday girl. I smiled at the memory. We had a quickie during a wedding party. Of course I had felt her emotions that day, but thought it was because of the wedding. You know, girls are crazy when another girl is getting married. Seems to be a social disease. Later that day I found out, she had naughtily planned to have sex while the other guests were celebrating. After a dance, she had pulled me into a little room beside the hall. I only just had time to close the door! She immediately put her legs around me, kissed me wildly and very greedily. Then she went down to her knees, released my cock and gave a great blowjob. I was in heaven. Then she stood up, turned around, face to the wall, hiked up her dress and told me to fuck her. I didn't need asking twice. I was horny as hell. I wasn't able to think about the wedding, the people behind this wall nor what they are going to ask when we came back out. I just wanted her and I took her. I pushed her panties aside and thrust my hard cock deep and fast inside her willing body. A scream escaped her lips and I felt her pussy was already leaking her excitement. This girl was so hot and naughty and I thanked God for the day we met. We just needed a few thrusts in this naughty and frantic moment and we came together! Afterwards, we danced and laughed, had fun with the wedding party and acted, as if nothing had happened. When the party was over we went home and made love again and again. I never will forget that wedding! "Are you dreaming?" Her voice suddenly cut into my thoughts, bringing me back to the present. We almost had a young road accident. "Honey, I want to go to the theatre, not to hospital." She scolded affectionately. "Well, I know quite a few nasty things we can do in hospital," I grinned. We both laughed at the sexual innuendo. Soon, we had reached the theatre. She took off her coat and gave it the cloak attendant to put it in the coat rack. I look at her, "phewww" She looked stunning! She was wearing a very short dress, black in colour with golden stripes and just small lace patterns. She had on killer high-heels in matching colours. It fitted her perfectly and was an amazing "cover" for her beautiful body. I remembered when she had bought it. We were shopping, looking for a short dress for a party. We found a nice little boutique where we had never been before. We described our idea for the design she wanted, and the sales lady looked at her and said "I have the perfect one for you, it's a club wear dress. I am sure your gentleman friend," she was looking at me, "will be enthusiastic!" We both smiled. "Show the dress and leave us alone for a while," I grinned in a devilish way. "Haha, no I'm sorry, I can't do that." She laughed. Back in the present, we still had some time before the show. We drank a glass of Champaign in the lobby and chatted pleasantly about our day. My eyes kept wandering over her fine figure in that dress. "Shall we go to our seats now?" She asked and I agreed. We went up to the 3rd floor until we reached the door to the balcony. "It wasn't sold until yesterday, so my father managed it get it." Pamela whispered. I smiled. At that moment, I thanked fate that she had such a lucky father. I closed the door behind us and covertly looked again at her figure in that dress. She was gorgeous, this time I admired her slender back and her well-formed rounded bottom. The high-heels made her long legs very, very, sexy. Not surprisingly, I felt a stirring in my loins! I looked around our little balcony. We had a perfect view of the stage and now, as all the lights were on, we could see the other balconies. Pamela leaned on the balustrade, her face to me. She was bent back a bit and smiling. Her nipples were shining through the fabric, leaving little impressions on it. Obviously she wasn't wearing a bra! "Oh God, try to distract" I told myself but too late, Pamela caught me starring at her delicious bosom and her eyes moved down my own figure taking note of the bulge beginning to grow in my trousers. The tell-tale sign of my wicked thoughts! Sex is always great between us and though we have known each other for about one year now, it is still getting better and better. Sometimes we have planned to go out for dinner, but aren't able to leave the house, a lustful moment intervenes and makes us too late! We meet like two starved wild animals and just want to devour each other. The thought reminds me of our last sex encounter and my mind drifts away, again. I had picked her up as arranged, for a concert. She opened the door and let me in, telling me, she needs few minutes to dress herself. This day, she had had to work longer than usual and was late. She had just left the shower and was dressed in a towel. As we kissed, I put my arms around her but very soon my hand moved under her towel, squeezing her buttocks. "Naughty boy" she moaned, "We don't have time you know" "No we don't have time" I replied while my hand moved along her cheeks to her pussy! My middle finger felt her freshly shaved pussy. I entered her and felt she was already wet! I fingered her while we kissed, turning it more urgent as my tongue invaded her mouth. Her towel fell down and she pressed her naked body against me. My cock was hard by now and wanted nothing more than to sink in to her! "We, shouldn't, do, it, now," She gasped and I agreed, but opened my zipper, released my hard cock, lifted her, pushed her against the wall and shoved it inside fast! "Don't. Stop" She moaned and arched her back, put her legs around me and suddenly almost screamed, "Fuck me honey!" My inner beast took control and I fucked her brains out, just a few seconds later we both exploded with a big scream and roar. I felt her juices running out, wetting my cock, my body and balls, while my cum flooded in to her hot pussy. "Look," her voice brought me back to the present, back to the here and now. "People are so small, looking like ants as they're looking for their seats." I stepped closer, stood straight behind her, and also looked down. At least I tried to. I didn't see that much really. I felt her back and bottom, her hair tickled my face. I breathed in her scent. It was a wonderful perfume she was wearing. Sweet, flowery and erotic. My senses were blurred immediately. She moved a bit. But as she did, her bottom was rubbing my bulge. It was clearly noticeable! She must notice it, but acted as if she doesn't. I think she doesn't want to notice it. Yes, we have had sex in public before, but that was at the wedding party and we could disappear in a little room behind the hall. We were hidden. We could hear the music and noises of the party but they couldn't actually see us. Here it was different. We were able to see other people on the balconies. They were able to see us! Suddenly the lights are subdued. "Let's sit down" she said, "Yes," I agreed, but I don't move back. Far from it, I pressed my body into her, embraced her and whispered "You're making me very horny honey," while licking and nuzzling her earlobe, I go on "and I'm not interested in the play anymore, but I am interested in you." I softly moaned into her ear. My left hand fondled her left thigh. I felt she was getting goose pimples, though she replied "What? I haven't done anything!" "No? You're not wearing this dress to make me horny. You're not posing in front of me to make me hot and you are not excited babe?" My right hand moved up to her breasts, feeling her hard nipples. I moved backwards and, pulled her with me until we sat down, with her on my lap. My left hand quickly moved from her thigh to her panties. They felt moist and without a break, two of my fingers moved along the fabric. I felt her lips and then her clitoris. Simultaneously, my right hand covered her tits and I kneaded them. She turned her head to me, her eyes half-closed. I could see the fire burning inside of her. She gasped, her lips pouting sexily. She opened them wider and I bought my lips to her mouth, kissing her. An electric spark was released as our tongues met. I rubbed stronger and in the same way, increasing the pressure, our kiss was getting wilder. Pamela spread her legs as far as possible in our seat and my finger slipped inside her panties to her intimate lips. God, she was as wet as a heavy rain and her nipples were harder than rocks. My girl was a volcano, ready to erupt at any minute and so was I. "Get up," I told her. She does and so do I. Then I sat her down again while I knelt in front of her. As I looked at her, I saw a darker wet spot in her panties. I move my face closer. I smell her pure lust. I breathe in deep to fill my lungs with her scent and to be surrounded by her aroma. I kissed her wet panties first, then sucked on them. I heard her moaning my name. She felt me pushing her panties aside again. "Mmm what a wonderful view." I thought. Her pussy shone in her wet desire. Her lips are swollen and I used my fingers to open her wide. I felt her loving cave calling to me. This was heaven. Just one second later, she felt one of her intimate lips sucked and nibbled. Then the other lip was massaged between my thumb and finger. She moaned softly, each one louder than the last. She moved, restless in the chair, gyrating her hips and her clitoris was swollen and engorged with her need of me. After a while I stopped and licked along her lips until I reached that little hot button. I kissed her intimately, savouring her tasty arousal. Then I licked around her sex, exploring her folds. The tip of my tongue touched her, lapping her up and then returned to her clitoris. At the same time, I pushed my index finger in to her pussy. A little scream escaped her mouth. I don't know if other people could see us, but I knew for sure they must have heard the mews and moans! We were too far gone to care. She didn't want to stop. I didn't either. She pushed her body against my face and I noticed she was kneading her tits, full of passion, lost in the naughty yet erotic moment. It was captivating as I watched and tasted her. My tongue circled around her clitoris. My finger moved back and forth and we are both lost in the moment. We didn't care about the other guests and even less about the play on the stage below. We had our own special play! I moved from her clit and licked straight to her entrance, pulled out my finger and started to fuck her with my tongue now. My tongue danced inside of her, turning and circling it. I felt her hand on my head and pressed in closer to her. I sensed she was close now to her fulfillment. Her body was tensing, she was moaning louder, and the air was pressed out of her lungs in excited gasps. I wouldn't stop until she released her orgasm, demanding she cum, right here, right now in public on the balcony, to eat her sexy little honey pot, to devour her, while I go on and on, relentless in my campaign. I rubbed some of her juices around her special little rosette. "Oh my God, honey, soon" I heard her huskily voice. It spurred me on to work her more. And it's all too much for her, she writhed more. I now pushed my finger inside her tight, sweet bottom and my tongue reached in to her pussy, as deep as I could possibly go. Her body was a temple, a place that I could worship. She started her release, cumming, moaning and gasping all at once. Her body shook and shuddered and her hands pressed my face so hard against her, that it felt as though she wanted to push me all inside of her. As she calmed down, I gentle kissed her pussy, her mons and thighs. Carefully I licked every drop dripping out of her wonderful channel. She pulled me up and we kissed long and deeply, while I stroked and fondled her wonderful breasts. Suddenly we heard big applauds. Surprised we looked around, just to notice the play was on a break. We looked at each other and laughed, with some relief. No, the audience didn't clap their hands because of us, though I'm sure a few might have. "I need a drink." Pamela said. "I just had my favourite one" I replied laughing. "Mmm yes you did. But I haven't got mine" She winked and we left the balcony to walk to the bar. A few minutes later, the break was over and we were ready to return to our seats. I got the feeling, some of the audience were watching us and that we might be the reason for some of their conversation and gossip in the break too. (You know this feeling, when you think someone is looking at you and then they quickly turn their heads as you look in their direction and quietly whisper to their companion) "Don't wait, go to the balcony, I quickly have to go to toilet." Pamela spoke with her sweet singing voice. "No problem." I replied and went. While I'm sat on my seat, I smiled and thought about what had happened earlier. Within a second my cock was rock hard again and I grabbed my crotch. I couldn't resist touching myself. And then I started, frightened as I felt a hand on my chest. I didn't notice Pamela had come back. She grinned like a devilish nymph, "Can't you wait, my horny man?" She looked like a strict teacher, but her voice was the complete opposite, full of soft, sensual promise. "I just wanted to be prepared for when you came back," I smiled. "That's good. I haven't had enough either honey. I want more. I want you." She cooed. "And you will get me honey. Me, my hard cock and my load." I vowed. "That's I wanted to hear - just wait a second!" She moved to the balustrade and looked down. She naughtily pulled up her dress a bit. "Ooh, she wasn't wearing her panties anymore and I have a perfect view of her ass and pussy!" I thought in glee. Slowly she spread her buttocks, then rubbed her pussy and as she turned around, she was licking her own finger! My cock was hammering and wanted to come out! It wanted to come out, to dive into this hot woman's body. I opened my zipper and button. She moved, step by step and slowly walked to me. As she closed the distance, she bent down to kiss me. Our tongues snaked and teased, and then I felt her fingernails fondle my shaft. I moaned in her mouth. She used this moment to sit down on me and I feel the delights of her hot wet cavity as she impaled her exquisite body on mine. "Aaahh" is all I could say as she started to squeeze my cock with her pussy. "Fuck me baby," I told her and she did. She started to ride, enthusiastically, like a jokey vying for first place. My hands kneaded and squeezed a fistful of her fleshy buttocks. Our eyes met in lusty desire, looking deeply at each other. "You're so hot honey and I would even fuck you on stage now." I gasped and had to be careful not to scream the words from deep within. "You are so hot honey," She moaned, "And you could fuck me wherever you want!" We greedily kissed, our tongues fought playfully and snaked sexily. She sucked my lower lip, almost biting it hard. Her hard nipples were peaked on my chest and I couldn't resist the urge to bend in and gently bite them. "Yes, yes, yes" she shouted, her hands were on my head again as I sucked her tit into my mouth. Oh god, I could devour her now completely! "HONEY...YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS," her voice seemed to be so far and so close in my frenzied state. I was so far gone, lost in that moment, that I almost missed the change in her responses. She was cumming again! She released her orgasmic juices around my cock and scratching at my back with her nails. We stayed in this position, just hugging and fucking at a slower pace, our bodies pinned together. We moved slowly, almost not at all, enjoying our coupling whilst she recovered her breath. It helped me, as I was close to cumming too. After she calmed down, we increased our speed and I kneaded her buttocks. Soon I was close again and she felt my building orgasm. Quickly she got up and pressed this little place at the end of my shaft, to stop me from cumming. "Wait" she grinned, "not yet! I haven't had my favourite drink." She went down on her knees and while her eyes were locked with mine, she was wanking my cock. Then she just held it, while I felt her tongue licking at my balls. I moaned louder as I felt her sucking them and a few seconds later her tongue was licking my shaft until she reached the head. She gave my cock a nice, sexy kiss, and then it disappeared deeply in to her mouth. "Oh Pam" Putting my hand on her head, pushing it down while I lifted my hips and fucked her mouth. Deeper and deeper she was taking it all. She began to suck stronger and stronger and I felt my semen tighten in my balls. I would cum soon. My heart was beating faster, the mood around increased my feelings, the dimmed lights, the actors on stage and the audience around. There were noises the whole time and I felt some people were watching us. They must see us -- perhaps not very good, but they must see her head coming up and down, must see me, gasping and moaning. I can't be silent now. I'm much too horny and not knowing whether we are noticed, is so hot and turning me on. I never thought I would like this -- but I do. And Pam seemed to like it too! She was blowing my cock, like a dream, so passionately, almost greedily. She started to rub her clitoris. "Cum honey, cum in my mouth. I want it," she moaned. I wanted it too, badly. I couldn't stop it now, even if I wanted. "Yes honey, now. Now, I'm CUMMINGGGGGGGGG," I tried to be silent, but I'm not that kind of man. When I'm horny, then I'm deadly horny. I have to show my emotions. And now, I do not simply cum. I explode! Pam sucked my cock and rubbed her clitoris and her other hand massaged my balls. It seemed she wanted to get all the fluids out of my body. My wonderful, gorgeous, horny girl! "Aaaaahhh, I'm cumming!" I shouted and I felt my spunk rocket and hit her throat. My pelvis shuddered strongly, I pressed her head to my cock, pouring into her mouth. Pam sucked and swallowed, I felt she wanted it all, but the copious amount of fluid leaked out of the corners of her mouth, along my rigid boner, seeping down to my balls. I looked at her, smiling, feeling great and sated. She was looking to me, her eyes filled with pleasure too, also smiling on my creamy cock. I reached down with my index finger and wiped some cream off her chin and lips. I offered her my finger and with pleasure she sucked and cleaned it, licking my seed like delicious ice cream. A Night At The Theatre Next she took my cock again and perfectly cleaned it with her lips and tongue. My eyes closed and I just enjoyed her, enjoying me. "Mmm this could go on for hours" I murmured in sated bliss. As all our senses returned and we were back to normal, we heard well known-sounds. Surprised we looked at each other and turned our heads to the source of the noises. On the balcony to the left, we saw another couple having sexy fun too, as we had. Obviously our goings-on had spurned this couple to have sex too. The girl was sitting backwards on his cock, circling her hips, while he rubbed her clit. The girl was trying her best to keep her mouth closed and subdue her pleasure noises. She didn't want to be heard, but we could hear her. And we could hear him too! He was moaning louder and louder, almost grunting, and though we couldn't really see it, we knew that he was about to cum too. I don't know if it was watching this scene or if it was because of Pam's hand, still holding and stroking my cock, but I was horny again. I pulled her to me. We deeply kissed. I tasted my own cum as our tongues met and felt her honey dripping on to my body. She also had had another orgasm whilst I was cumming! Her wild kisses were showing she was still horny too, the way she moved her long nails on my chest, a unique sign she hasn't got enough yet and was still hungry. "Let's go babe!" I stopped our kiss. "What do you have in mind?" Pam asked. "There is a wonderful terrace. It's a wonderful night now the rain has stopped, stars are shining bright and it's warm. We are undisturbed and we'll have hot sex all night long. Only the sky is the limit -- and our single audience," I painted the scene for her. "Hmmm my horny man," she smiled, her eyes were sparkling "you always have such convincing arguments." Hand in hand, smiling all around our heads, we left our balcony for a promised performance of our own. THE END. A Night at the Theatre This story was co-written with Sandy Monroe. * One Friday morning, mid-November, I was surprised to receive a call from Ben. With his new job in the City, I never usually heard from him during the day, and rarely saw him except at the weekends. "Hi Ali," he said, sounding very anxious. "Are you free to talk?" I looked around, intrigued, a little worried, but there was no one in earshot. "Yes. What's up?" He was silent for a few seconds, which only made me more nervous. "You remember the other night?" he asked eventually. "In the conference room?" "Yes." "I remember." I'd visited him in his new office, dropping in at the end of the day as everyone was heading home. We'd soon had the place to ourselves. The conference room had a large glass wall with a magnificent view across London from a height of twenty-something storeys. I stripped out of everything except my heels and insisted that Ben take advantage of me in that thrilling setting. I bent over, my breasts squashed against the polished hardwood table, and Ben took me from behind. Neither of us had a condom handy, so he fucked me in the ass while I looked out at the neighbouring office blocks, wondering whether anyone was watching us. All the way home, I'd had that exquisitely dirty sensation of cum trickling from my ass. "We were caught on film," Ben said, interrupting my memory of this delicious encounter. "What? How?" "Apparently there's a secret security camera in there." I laughed. "So now the whole office knows what a stud you are?" "No," he said, not amused. "Just the boss, I think. He called me to come see him this morning, gave me a bollocking, said it was completely unacceptable and grounds for immediate dismissal." I was aghast. "He fired you?" "I really thought he was going to. But he just stood there studying me for a minute, then said, 'As it happens, I need an escort for tonight. If you'll give me your girlfriend for tonight, perhaps I can re-evaluate your performance based on hers.'" I blinked, shocked. "What did you say?" "Ali, if you were any other girl, I'd have said no immediately, but..." He trailed off. "You said yes." There was a guilty silence. "I said it was up to you," he muttered. I sighed. Baffled. What kind of boyfriend asks his girlfriend for permission to give her to someone else. This wasn't on my list of fantasies. If I said no, would Ben lose his job? If I said yes, would Ben still respect me? More importantly, what the hell would I be getting myself into? I knew nothing about Ben's boss. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Ben's boss was rich -- he had to be -- and unafraid to ask his employee for the use of his girlfriend, all of which reeked of power and confidence, and had done so after watching video of me getting fucked in the ass in a semi-public arena. I guess that whatever he wanted from me, it was more than a pretty girl to hang off his elbow. "Well," I said eventually, "I can't help feeling partly responsible for this, but this has to be your decision, Ben. You will have to live with the consequences." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Ali. I love you. You're the best girlfriend ever." "Let's hope you still feel that way tomorrow." Five minutes later I received a text from him: "Car will collect you at 6.30. Wear your new black dress and my favourite heels. Have fun!" * I called off sick for the rest of the day. I spent the afternoon letting the professionals make me beautiful -- mani, pedi, waxing, threading, styling -- and made it home just before six. Fiona had moved out at the end of September, taken away by her new job, and I missed having her in my life. The little flat felt lonely without her, and Ben wasn't there often enough to make up for it. He wasn't there often enough to keep me properly satisfied with my love life. He was a great boyfriend, and I had no intention of cheating on him, but I'd been feeling increasingly restless of late. This strange arrangement with his boss was something different, exciting. I felt like I was preparing for a blind date. What would he be like? Would he be a handsome-yet-damaged billionaire à la Christian Grey? The idea made me laugh, and yet a life of luxury and BDSM held a certain allure. Or would he be a brute of a man who used women for sex and I would just be a plaything to be used, abused and discarded -- which, I have to confess, was even more to my liking. My sexual fantasies can get very dark. As long as he wasn't boring. As long as he didn't do me any permanent damage. As long as the sex was safe... That was important. I have my limits. I only had half an hour to clean up, put my make-up on and dress. At least I didn't need to decide what I was wearing. Ben had asked for my new Lipsy dress which is black with gorgeous sequined detail. Not only is it sleeveless, but it really draws attention to my breasts. It's a short dress, a very daring dress to wear without underwear, so I decided to play safe and wear a thong and some hold-ups. Finally I slipped into the black patent Pleaser Domina stripper heels that Ben bought me for my birthday and that I hadn't yet worn outside the bedroom. I hoped I wouldn't need to walk far in them. I decided to risk going without a coat. There was a car being sent for me, after all. The weather was dry and fairly cold, but I could handle the cold if necessary. All I took was my small black handbag, just big enough for my essentials. Finally I hastened out of the flat and down the stairs to the street, only five minutes late. A black limousine waited immediately outside the street door. I knew immediately that it was for me, even before the door opened almost magically for me. I peered inside nervously, but it was empty, a luxurious space of cream leather isolated from the outside world by tinted glass. The chauffeur was only dimly visible through the dark glass. He waited with infinite patience while I found the courage to step inside and take a seat, then the door closed gently by itself, and the sounds of the street were silenced. It felt so unreal. The car seat was so comfortable I could have slept in it easily, if I weren't so nervous. The cool leather pressed against my bare thighs, and my dress barely covered anything of my cheeks. It was so quiet, even the engine, when it started, could hardly be felt. A glass of champagne sat on a shelf near me, next to a little wooden box and a silver envelope. I opened the envelope and read the card inside: "Tonight you are the guest and property of Mr Duncan Johnson. He will greet you on arrival. You will address him only as 'Sir'. He has a gift for you that he wishes you to wear. Apart from the dress and shoes, you may not wear anything else." Wow. I laughed. Nothing else? In this dress? The card wasn't signed, but it was Ben's handwriting. He seemed to be enjoying giving me to his boss. Was he just selling me for his career? Or was this some cuckold fantasy he was playing out? Sighing, I kicked my shoes off and removed my hold-ups and thong, wondering just how well the chauffeur could see me. Then I opened the box, and... Holy fuck. Holy. Fuck. A butt plug. A huge butt plug. Not novelty-monster huge, but much bigger than my usual medium-sized plug. Wearing this one would be like walking around with Ben's not-insignificant cock shoved up my ass. It was beautiful too. Black and shiny, and suspended from the drawstring was a little crystal pendant, designed to catch the light as it dangled below my wide-stretched ass. Nestled next to it in the box was a tube of lube. I hitched up my skirt and squatted on the floor of the car. I gave the plug a liberal coating of lubricant, trying not to get my hands too messy, and squeezed more in and around the entrance of my ass. Wedging the plug between the floor and my tight ring, I lowered myself slowly. Very quickly I was being stretched wider than ever before, painfully wide, deliciously wide. My whole body was tense with the wonder of it. Slowly I descended, slowly it penetrated, and when at last it popped into place I just sat there on the floor, with my eyes closed, delighting in being so utterly full. If the driver could see me, he would have been treated to the sight of a girl lost in pleasure, her legs wide, her ass stuffed, her bare pussy on display and very wet. Eventually I recovered enough to adjust my dress and sit again, and I sipped champagne as we glided through the busy London streets, stopping at last outside the Theatre Royal Haymarket. The door glided open and I stepped out, straightening my dress as I did. A tall, black man in a grey bespoke suit stood there waiting for me. Not only was he one of the tallest men I had ever seen, he had an athletic physique to go with it. His focus was absolutely on me, unashamedly studying me, his gaze lingering between my thighs. He was a beautiful man, confident, predatory. He held out a hand in greeting. I tried to shake his hand, but he took my hand and lifted it to his lips. "Miss X--," he said. "I'm so pleased you are mine tonight. May I call you 'Ali'?" "Please do," I replied, a little overwhelmed. "Sir," I added. He laughed, and nodded his satisfaction. I'd had no idea Ben's boss was black. I'd never been with a black guy before. I'd long had the desire to spend a hot night with a black guy, however. I hadn't included it on my fantasy list, but I definitely had a crush on black guys. I'd never had a black cock before. I wondered if it was true what they say about black men. The plug in my ass led me to suspect that, at least in this case, it was. I couldn't wait to find out... Mr Johnson guided me through the crowd with his hand on the small of my back -- at least, that's where it started. As we fought against the queues, his hand steadily moved lower until his fingertips touched the bare skin of my thighs, and as we moved away from the queues his fingers moved further to feel between my cheeks, searching for the butt plug. I gasped as he found it and pushed up against it. I had no one to protect me from this man that devoured me so hungrily with his eyes. I could, of course, have left. I could have walked away at any time. But Ben needed me to play the submissive that night. His job was on the line. And even if it hadn't been, there was something powerfully seductive about the danger I sensed. I wanted to find out what Mr Johnson wanted from me. As we walked, we chit-chatted in that very English way about the weather, politics and celebrities. It felt like a date. It felt a bit like Richard Gere taking Julia Roberts to the opera, except I had a butt plug instead of a diamond necklace. Mr Johnson nodded to the people he knew, and clearly he was well known. I caught many lustful and disapproving looks thrown my way -- I was showing so much skin I'm sure I looked like a prostitute, especially with the stripper heels. Between the plug filling my ass and the exhibitionist thrill of the short dress, I was too aroused to care. My inner slut was loving the attention. At the end of the corridor, he opened a door and guided me through. It was a private box. Mr Johnson sat in the corner with his back to the grand circle of public seating, and I sat next to him. The seats were a lot more comfortable than the seats I'm used to in theatres, and we had a clear view of the stage. Two glasses of champagne sparkled merrily on the small table beside us. Waiting for the play to start, he asked me about my work at the university and I explained about my research into medieval folklore and history. Then the lights dimmed and the play started. It was some play that I'd never heard of and can't now remember the name of. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. With the audience absorbed by the play, Mr Johnson whispered in my ear: "Lift your dress up around your waist and spread your legs wide." I was not invisible. A segment of the upper circle, and much of the gallery, had a decent view of our box. The balcony walls maybe blocked the view below my waist, but I wasn't sure. There was a good chance that someone would have a good view of my exposed pussy. I only hesitated for a second. "Yes, Sir," I whispered, and did as instructed. I carefully lifted the skirt, trying to fix it without creasing it. I shifted a bit so that I could open my legs wide, displaying my pussy to Mr Johnson and anyone else with a view. I studied the people there to see if any were looking at me, until I realised that my looking at them was actually attracting attention. I turned to watch the play instead. I cried out softly in surprise when gentle vibrations excited my ass -- the butt plug was a vibrator! "Ssshh," somebody hissed from the other side of the wall. They heard me! I would have to be careful. I guessed Mr Johnson had a remote control in his pocket. My whole body tingled in response to the unexpected stimulation and I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples gently through the lacy fabric of my dress. Mr Johnson reached out with one hand and ran his fingers along my thigh in teasing circles. I was freshly waxed, hairless except for a thin landing strip. His fingertips explored my labia -- I was very wet -- and circled around my clit. Very quickly I lost all sense of the play, I was focussed completely on the dance of his fingers. As his exploring fingers learned my contours and grew more confident, he started pushing them into me, first one, then two, then pulling out to circle again about my clit, smearing my pussy juices all around. I didn't look, but I hoped that there were people watching this show. It felt so good to have those long, black fingers searching for my G-spot. He found it easily and circled on it with his long, thick, black fingers. It was so good I had to bite my own hands to mute my groans. He even touched the butt plug vibrating in my ass through the thin wall separating my ass and my pussy. He fingered me with abandon. The combination of clitoral stimulation, the butt plug vibrating in my ass and being finger fucked in public was too exciting. My climax, when it came, came swiftly and unexpectedly, and the huge plug vibrating in my ass made my orgasm so much stronger than usual. I grabbed hold of Mr Johnson's shoulder with one hand and the seat back with the other as my body rocked through a series of intense contractions and I tried desperately not to make any noise. My juices poured out over his hand, splashing onto the floor, while my muscles clenched about his fingers. Mr Johnson pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my thigh, then picked up his champagne and ignored me while I sat there recovering, my shame exposed to all who wished to see. The vibrations were switched off, thankfully. I hoped no one had heard us. And also I hoped they had. I felt like such a wanton slut, and very proud of myself for it. During the interval we went outside for a breath of fresh air, but not for long. It was dark and cold, although lively enough. It was strange and exciting being with someone so different. All my boyfriends had been white-British, and certainly none had towered over me the way Mr Johnson did. Even in my six inch heels my eyes were at the level of his chin. Mr Johnson stopped and took my hands in his. His dark, possessive eyes looked down into mine. I wondered if he was about to kiss me. The thought made me tingle with anticipation. "You're a very interesting girl, Ali," he said. "Thank you, Sir." "I was surprised that Ben was willing to give you to me. I think I'm even more surprised now." He bent to kiss my cheek, and murmured in my ear, "If you were mine, I wouldn't let anyone touch you." I pulled away and looked at him sternly. "I don't think I'd like that, Sir. I don't think any one man could satisfy me, even you. Sir." He grinned suddenly. "I'd say I'd like to try!" He turned serious and added, "but the truth is I'm travelling so much you'd hardly ever see me." "That wouldn't be acceptable, Sir." "No." For the first time that evening he didn't exude absolute confidence. "But I'd love to make this a regular thing. Would Ben be willing to give you to me on a regular basis? Maybe one night a month?" Echoing his earlier move, I kissed his cheek, and murmured in his ear, "It's not Ben who decides that, Sir." His eyes lit up and he smiled at me. "Indeed? So how can I persuade you?" I smiled back. "Let's consider tonight a performance evaluation. If all goes well..." I winked at him and turned to go back to the theatre. The interval bell was ringing, summoning us back for Round 2. At first it seemed that Mr Johnson was content just to watch the play. I tried to follow it, but it was confusing and I was soon bored. I wanted to be one of the players in the night's entertainment, not a spectator. I placed my hand on Mr Johnson's crotch and caressed the hard bulge concealed by the fabric. Mr Johnson took my hand and moved it away. "If you're so desperate for it," he whispered in my ear, "get on your knees and use your mouth." "Yes, Sir," I whispered back. "Thank you, Sir." I quickly slipped from my chair to my knees, in front of Mr Johnson. I looked up into his eyes -- he was watching the stage just like the rest of the audience. I opened his belt and unzipped his fly, and untangled his cock from his boxer shorts. It was semi-erect but it was huge already. I grabbed it gently and licked it over. Mr Johnson shifted a bit in this chair but was still watching the play. I could feel his cock stiffening and throbbing in my hand. I took its head in my mouth and stopped. I did nothing, just enjoyed this huge cock head between my lips. Then I slowly licked his head over, twirling my tongue. As I worked on his member, it became fully erect. It wasn't the longest I'd ever met, but it was still a respectable length, certainly longer than Ben's. But it was, without question, the thickest cock I had ever seen in real life. If I had met Mr Johnson a year ago, I would have been terrified of his cock. Now, though, the thought of it stretching me, fucking me, made me burn with hunger. My pussy was getting wet again. There I was, on my knees in this fancy theatre, in front of this huge black guy, and his huge black cock was standing in my hands, his cock head in my mouth, and at first sight, he was totally ignoring me, he was watching the play on the stage. Well, that had to change. I started to bob my head up and down his huge cock. I managed to shove half of his huge cock into my mouth. It filled my mouth, just as my ass was filled. I looked up at him again. This time his eyes were closed and he enjoyed me sucking his cock, leaning back into his chair. I closed my eyes as well for a moment, and stopped, enjoying his cock throbbing in my mouth. It was so hot to have it between my lips. I sucked it like this for a moment, then I started bobbing again. I felt him reaching into my hair. He grabbed my head and pulled me back. For a moment, I thought I had disappointed him, but then I saw the lust in his eyes. He slipped forward in his chair, and grabbed his cock in front of my face. He slapped my cheeks with his cock head, wet with my saliva, which made me giggle. "Ssshh," I heard a lady hissing, again. Somebody else was coughing, disturbed. But I didn't care. I felt like this was the night of my life. He touched my lips with his cock head, then pulled back slightly. I looked at him, smiling. He wasn't looking into my eyes; he was watching in awe how my saliva was glistening on his black cock. He touched my lips with his huge black cock again, this time moving it around on them like a lollipop. I pushed my tongue to it just as I would taste a bit of candy. A Night at the Theatre Mr Johnson smiled and pushed my head back onto his cock. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. His cock pushed against my throat again and again. I controlled the gag response, controlled my breathing, tried to deep throat him, but he was so thick! I wondered how many other girls he had brought to this box. How many white girls. Was I the first? Had he bought vibrating plugs for their asses too? Had he filled their mouths with hot cum surrounded by hundreds of people? I hoped I was the first, or if not the first then at least the best. I wanted him to remember me forever, even if this was our one and only night -- and I hoped it wouldn't be. I let him fuck my mouth just the way he wanted. My mouth was a pussy for him. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock pushing into my mouth again and again. He pushed his cock deep in my throat, held it there, then let it out, let me take and release a breath of fresh air before thrusting his cock back deep into my mouth. I enjoyed his hot moves with eyes closed, but he pulled my cheek up a bit and I opened my eyes again. We looked into each other's eyes as he fucked my mouth. One of his large hands delved for a minute into my cleavage, grabbing my breasts, his thumb brushing against my hard, swollen nipples. They were too sensitive because of this whole evening, but I loved his harsh touch. His breathing deepened and I sensed he was close. I sucked harder at his beautiful cock, tried to take the thick length deeper into my throat as his fingers tightened in my hair and his thrusting increased in vigour. Suddenly his cock seemed to thicken and he gasped as if in pain, forcing himself still deeper into my mouth and throat as he erupted. Quickly he pulled out a little so that the long strings of his hot, thick cum shot into my hungry mouth. I tried to swallow it all but there was so much, coming so fast, and my mouth was so full of his huge cock, that some of that precious fluid spilled out at the corners of my mouth, running down my chin, dripping onto my cleavage. "You are amazing," Mr Johnson whispered as I cleaned his softening length with long, slow licks. "Thanks, honey." "Thank you, Sir," I whispered back with an impish grin, and kissed the wilting head that had fucked my throat so determinedly. "I just had to have you. Couldn't wait. But don't worry -- I will keep it up for the rest of the night." The rest of the night? I wondered what he had in mind. I wiped the cum from my chin with a finger and sucked it off with a quiet moan of pleasure. I started to scoop up his cum from my cleavage but he stopped me. "Wait!" he whispered, staring smugly at my cum-stained breasts. "Leave it there." "But I..." "I want everybody to see it," he added. "I want everybody to know you're my slut." He was asking a lot! I hoped to God I didn't meet anyone I knew. "Well, that's true, Sir," I said at last. "At least for tonight." I could see he swallowed a hard one. He nodded. "For tonight." * We didn't meet anyone I knew, but I caught lots of people staring at my breasts as we walked through the crowd and out of the theatre. It was fun seeing their puzzled expressions turn to surprise, then to shock. They flinched away, ignoring me until my back was to them and they could openly whisper to their friends. "Did you see...?" I was a slut. A card-carrying, cum-eating slut. And proud of it. Mr Johnson helped me into the limousine, and while I settled into the seat at the back he talked with the driver. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and still hadn't actually seen the driver. Not that I cared. I looked round the inside of the car, wondering what would happen next, tingling with delicious anticipation. "How did you like this night so far?" Mr Johnson asked, sitting down beside me a minute later. The engine had started and we were driving slowly. "I really enjoyed it, Sir," I said. "The play was really... interesting." "It certainly was," he said, chuckling. His finger traced around the cum on my breasts. "I enjoyed it as well." "I got some very curious looks on our way out, Sir." "I saw," he said, a proud grin stretched across his face. "And I'm really glad they saw it," he answered. "It felt like..." "I'm your bitch?" "Yeah," he said with a laugh. "What about" -- his eyes drifted down to my ass -- "my little present?" "Little?" I giggled. "I'm not a butt plug virgin, Sir, but this was huge! I could barely fit it in and I felt it all night stretching my ass." Mr Johnson listened to me, smiling. "Let me see it," he ordered. Slowly, I sank on all fours on the carpet floor of the limousine, and raised my ass higher to show it to him. Reaching behind me, I pulled up my short dress a bit. Mr Johnson leaned forward in his seat, and slapped my round ass cheeks with his huge black palm. I hissed but looked back at him like a bitch in heat. "Crawl to the seat," he said hoarsely, pointing to the seat opposite his. And I did. I leaned on the cold leather seat, presenting my ass to him. Reaching behind me with both of my hands, and looking back at him hungrily, I pulled my ass cheeks apart. "Nice," he said. "Now get it out." I coiled a finger round the draw string that dangled from the end of the butt plug, and tugged gently. I'd got used to it during the evening, and it seemed as reluctant to come out as I was to let it out. I pulled it out slowly, and when I felt the thickest part stretching my ring, inducing a painful ecstasy, I let it rest a moment there before slipping it all the way out. I could feel my asshole gaping. "Wow," Mr Johnson said, his eyes drinking in the sight of my open hole. "I didn't think it would fit in. I was so surprised when I felt it under your dress." He already had his cock out. It was erect again. I decided I would give him a little show. I'd be the anal slut he wanted me to be. I kissed the black plug that had given me such pleasure and licked it all over, tasted myself. I heard a sigh from him. I closed my eyes and let the tip of the huge plug slide between my lips. I even moaned on it like a good little kitten. I let my saliva pour on the plastic, then let it out from my mouth and started licking it again. "That's it, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Make it clean with your cute little tongue." I licked the plug thoroughly. I peered back to see how Mr Johnson liked the show and was satisfied with the admiration in his eyes. He was, meanwhile, stripping out his suit, revealing his magnificent, muscular chest. From time to time, his hand caressed his huge, black cock with long, slow strokes. "Shall I put it back, Sir?" I asked cheekily, positioning the tip of the plug at my entrance. Mr Johnson grabbed my hand firmly. "I have other plans for your ass, honey," he growled. He pulled me towards him by my hips and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "What a gorgeous view," he said. Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue licking over my asshole. "You taste really fine," he added before slipping the tip of his tongue inside. "You're so good, Sir," I said. And he was! He tongued my asshole all around, and used a lot of saliva to make my gaping hole wet. He thrust his whole tongue inside my ass, licking it nice and deep. I loved every minute. Is there anything quite so sexy, so darkly intimate, as a man making love to your ass with his mouth? My ass was being worshipped tonight. I was in ass heaven. He turned me around and handed me a condom. "Roll it on." He knew about my limits concerning safe sex. I thought about Ben for a moment, and silently thanked him for that. Although I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. There's nothing I love more than getting my ass filled with cum. Part of me still thinks it's weird and dirty to be having anal sex at all, but I have the most amazing orgasms that way. Even so, safety first. I opened the condom, took it out of the package, and started to roll it onto Mr Johnson's beautiful black cock. Once I'd covered the head, I pressed my lips around it and rolled it into place. "Wow, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Now this is something I never thought about you." "Mmm, hmm," I moaned, my mouth full of his rock hard cock. I rolled the rubber as far as I could, then continued with my hands. "Now please have a seat," he said. After having his present, I was sure how he meant it. I turned with my back to him, and pressed his cock to the entrance of my ass. "Oh, wait," I said. I grabbed the little tube of lubricant that had come with the plug, and smeared the last of it around and inside the muscular ring that had tightened once more. "I don't know if it will fit," I said, turning to him wide-eyed with a look of exaggerated fear. "Please be gentle, Sir." "I will, I promise," he said, but I didn't really think he meant it. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his cock. My ass stretched wide, making me gasp, as I felt the tip of his cock entering my back door. Despite his immense size, it slipped in relatively easily, thanks to the preparation of the butt plug and the lubricated condom. I closed my eyes and relaxed my butt cheeks as I felt the huge rod sliding up my bum. I sighed with pleasure as it slid deeper inside me then paused. The feeling of it throbbing in my ass was blissful. "I love your sweet, tight ass, woman," Mr Johnson growled, and slapped my cheeks again. This made my whole groin move and his cock set to a different angle. I felt so full. I had never had such a huge cock in me before. I slowly pulled my hips up, away from him, savouring the delicious sensation of his huge cock rubbing against the tight ring of my ass, until only the large head was still lodged within, then I pushed back. I let my body fall on him and he slipped deep inside me. I repeated the move, taking him almost out, then thrusting back, taking him deeper. His cock entered me again and again, pushed deeper each time, impossibly deep. "That's it, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Ride my cock with your sweet, tight ass!" I barely heard him. I was utterly consumed with the need to fuck my ass with his awesome, beautiful cock. Without pausing, I pulled my dress off, so that I could grab my breasts and squeeze my nipples while I rode that black magnificence. So I cried with frustration when he grabbed my hips suddenly and forced me to be still. He reached over to press an intercom button. "Driver," he said. "My woman needs a cock in her cunt." I didn't feel the car stop. It had already stopped. The engine wasn't even running. I hadn't paid attention to where we were -- it didn't really matter, of course. We could have been in any part of the town. Nobody could see us through the dark windows of the limousine. They couldn't see this wonderful black man penetrating my ass with his wonderful black cock. And then the door opened, and we were visible for a moment to anyone who looked, and certainly there were people walking past us on the pavement. But then the driver entered the back of the car, pulling the door closed behind him. Mr Johnson started fucking my ass with long, slow strokes as I stared at the driver in confusion. "Hi, Ali!" he said, grinning. "Ben?" I gasped, "what the fuck?" I found it difficult to speak coherently to my boyfriend while his boss was using my ass so vigorously. "Mr Johnson offered me a chance to be a part of tonight's entertainment," he said, undressing himself quickly. "I certainly enjoyed tonight's performance." Mr Johnson spanked my ass sharply. "No more talking," he ordered. "Ben, lie down on your back." "Yes, Sir," he said, grinning. He reached a hand into a little bowl I hadn't noticed before and fished out a condom, and once on his back he immediately ripped open the metallic wrapper. His cock was hard already. I had always thought of it as big, but suddenly it seemed very ordinary compared to the monster currently ravaging my ass. Without pulling out of me, Mr Johnson lifted me and swivelled me around so that I straddled Ben. With Ben's help, he lowered me carefully until Ben's thick member pressed against the lips of my hungry pussy. It wasn't the first time I'd had cocks in both my pussy and ass, but that other time the cocks had been slender creatures compared to these. It was a good thing I was so wet. I was so very, very wet, and ached to have my pussy filled, but... It was at once utterly fantastic and slightly terrifying. I did nothing to help or hinder, just hung there a little helplessly while they impaled me on Ben's welcome and familiar cock. "Ohh, fuck!" I screamed as I climaxed, the muscles in my ass and pussy clenching tight about the invaders. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mr Johnson laughed. "You heard my woman, Ben," he said. "Let's give my bitch the fucking of her life." "Yes, Sir," Ben said, and thrust up, filling and stretching every inch of my pussy. "Fuck!" I screamed, climaxing again. After that I seemed to be coming almost continuously while the two cocks plunged, pounded and plundered, sometimes together, sometimes one pulling out slowly while the other thrust swiftly in, sometimes one resting for a minute while the other picked up the pace. I looked into Ben's eyes. He was watching me in awe as I was double-stuffed by him and his boss. He grabbed my head and kissed me for a few seconds as Mr Johnson thrust his cock balls-deep into my ass over and over. "Fuck me!" I screamed, again and again. Sweat dripped from my body onto Ben's chest. Mr Johnson grabbed my breasts from behind and fucked my poor asshole with all his power. I lost all strength in my arms and lay half-supported on my elbows, half-supported by Ben's chest. I wanted to help them, I tried to push back against them, but my body refused to move. I'd reached a state of pleasure I'd never experienced before, a sexual nirvana, that I hoped would never end. And when at last it did, I mewled with complaint as first Mr Johnson withdrew from my ass, leaving it cruelly abandoned, empty, gaping wide as if it would never again close, and then as I was lifted off Ben's hard, thick length, leaving me doubly empty. They lay me on my back and quickly stripped their condoms off. Kneeling either side of me, they worked their cocks with their hands. I laughed with happiness. Two beautiful cocks, one white, one black, aimed at my breasts. I knew what was coming. "Come for me, boys," I said. "Cover my tits with your cum." I didn't have to ask twice. Ben groaned suddenly and a great spurt of thick, white cum jetted forth, sailing high across my breasts to splash across my mouth and cheek. His next spurt was better aimed, striping across my breasts. I licked his cum from my lips as his pulsing member delivered still more. The feel of his cum splashing across my skin gave me another mini-orgasm. Mr Johnson, despite already having come once already, didn't disappoint. A huge jet of of cum shot from his black cock and splashed across my neck, and his next pulse delivered a great stripe of thick cum across both my breasts. I giggled happily and scooped some up with my fingers. "Thank you, Sir," I said. He didn't answer, but quickly pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked greedily at the pulsing length. Gently, slowly, I sucked him clean, which he enjoyed with his eyes closed. Ben had watched as his boss made me suck the last drops out cum from his cock. After the huge black cock withdrew from my mouth, Ben's took its place, and I lovingly sucked this second cock also clean of delicious cum. Afterwards, the men wiped their cocks on my chest and sat back wearily in the leather chairs, while I stayed on the floor, swirling their cum around my nipples and licking it from my fingers. Eventually, the muffled ringing of my phone brought me slowly back to reality. I reached for my handbag to find it, and to confirm the time. Before I could start to question my earlier decision, I grabbed my dress off the floor of the limousine and wriggled into it. Mr Johnson looked at me, confused. "What are you doing?" "This Cinderella has to go." I leaned across and kissed him. "I had a wonderful night, Sir. I hope we can do this again." I hunted around for my stuff, even shoving the jewelled plug and its remote into my bag. "Wait," he protested. "The night has only just begun!" "It's midnight," I said. "Sorry, Sir, I don't belong to you any more." Ben chuckled. "That means you're mine again, Ali. Stay!" "No, Ben. I'm sorry," I said sternly, trying to mask the sadness I felt. "You made the wrong decision tonight. I don't care that you sold me, but I do care why. I love you, Ben, but..." I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes. "Goodbye, Ben." I opened the door and stepped out into the real world. It was cold and November-midnight dark, but this was central London and the streets were busy. I laughed to think I had just had possibly the best fucking of my life with hundreds of people passing unaware just outside. Maybe Mr Johnson was right. Maybe the night had only just begun. I closed the door and strutted off in search of fresh adventure. A Night at the Theatre I was not happy. In fact I was a whole mixture of emotions; resentful, disappointed, anxious, frustrated. It was our tenth wedding anniversary and my husband, Jeremy, who is 13 years my senior and partner in a city centre law practice had had one of his 'senior moments'. We had just been finishing our meal at the hotel restaurant when his face paled. For one brief moment I thought it was a heart attack. He began to tap the breast pocket of his navy blazer before exclaiming, "Oh my God!" "What is it, darling?" I implored, leaning forward over the table. "I've left the blasted tickets back at home." To mark the occasion of a decade together Jeremy had booked tickets to see a Harold Pinter play at a theatre in Manchester. Dinner was my treat. Exasperated I hissed, "For Goodness, Jeremy...." Before I had uttered these words my husband had stood up from the table, dabbed either side of his mouth with the immaculate linen napkin, and said, "I won't be two shakes of a lamb's tail, darling. Jenny'll keep you company. Won't be long." Won't be long? It was easily half an hour each way to home and back. On our way into the hotel we had bumped into an old university friend of mine with whom I had kept in contact mainly by email and the occasional lunch. Jenny was attending a medical conference at the hotel and looked every inch the successful consultant she had risen to become. After exchanging air kisses so as not to smudge our make up we agreed to join her in the bar after dinner. At the time my chance meeting with Jenny seemed to herald what promised to be a wonderful evening. An hour later, however, my mood was altogether gloomier. Having abandoned my dessert in favour of polishing off the remainder of the excellent Chablis I left the hotel's restaurant in search of Jenny in the bar. Peering around the seats and alcoves it soon became apparent she was not there. With an increasing sense of annoyance and awkwardness I picked out a secluded and dimly lit recess and eased myself on to the soft brown leather table seat. What a fool I felt. All dressed up and – as far as anyone who was looking – nowhere to go. Ten minutes previously I looked and felt a million dollars. I do not mean to sound vain but I look good for 40. I have not allowed the rigours of being a marketing executive to get in the way of maintaining my figure. If anything it has helped my career. I am not one of these feminists who try to be as macho as men in order to justify my position in the company. I will readily own up to using my feminine charms when necessary to bag a client or gain the favour of a senior colleague. And, yes, sometimes there is a frisson between us and I don't mind saying it all adds to the job satisfaction. But that – I hasten to add - is where it ends. I go to the gym three times a week before work and horse riding at the weekend also keeps me toned and in shape. The result is that I have nice slim legs which are readily shown off in skirts rather than trousers. I'm not exactly busty but I possess a healthy cleavage which frequently glimpses the light of day. This particular evening was no exception. I was in my favourite black silky, slinky cocktail dress, setting off my jet black hair which was drawn up on top of my head in a French Twist. There was no need no need for a jacket on this balmy summer evening. I was dressed for seduction although now seduction was far from my mind. The black hold ups and matching lacy lingerie underneath were now seemingly a superfluous frivolity. I busied myself with deleting text messages from my mobile phone, occasionally re-reading a few saucy jokes sent from various friends although inwardly I was still fuming at Jeremy. Squinting at the screen in the semi-darkness I was taken aback when I suddenly heard a voice with a strong London accent above me. "Aw'right. Can I get you a drink?" I looked up and saw a broad powerfully built man in his early 30's grinning down at me. I took in his appearance; not quite six foot, with blond hair gelled back to reveal sparkling blue eyes which went well with his sky blue Ralph Lauren shirt tucked in black jeans. With alcohol-induced bravado, coupled with the annoyance of being left to sit alone in a hotel bar, I looked him up and down and said, "Do you know...I think I will, thank you. A glass of white wine, please." His grin widened and, with a nod of acknowledgement, he headed to the bar to order the drinks. I found myself quickly checking my appearance just before he returned with two enormous glasses of wine which must have held half a bottle each. Setting the glasses down with another flashing smile he introduced himself, "Cheers...I'm Steve by the way." "Your good health...I'm Sarah." Steve manoeuvred his large frame further round the alcove at the same time turning his body to face me. He had a wide boy charm in a rather unsophisticated way and clearly made a living from his gift of the gab. Judging by his accent he was away from home on some sales trip 'up north'. Still, it would wile away some time until Jeremy turned up. His discovery that his 'abandoned wife' was being chatted up by a bit of rough would no doubt teach him not to be so forgetful in future. I half expected Steve to follow up with something clichéd like, "...and what's a nice girl like you..." "What was the filet mignon in the sauce bayonnaise like?" I half choked on my first mouthful of wine. My reaction must have been noticeable because he laughed saying, "We don't just eat jellied eels in Peckham!" "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude but how do you know I had the filet mignon?" "Cos I was sitting on the other side of the restaurant...and I sorta noticed ya." "Ahh..I see." I arched an enquiring eyebrow at Steve and took another sip of wine. I was becoming distinctly tipsy and was entering into the spirit of the occasion. "So what are you celebrating?" he said, smiling back at me knowingly before eyeing me up and down. "Our tenth wedding anniversary." I replied with mock indignation. Steve threw back his head and guffawed. "And the occasion was all too much for your husband that he dumped ya?" Unsure of how to respond I replied simply, "Something like that." "Well I can tell ya now," he ventured, warming to the challenge, "if you were my missus I wouldn't leave alone for a moment. Not with blokes like me around," he winked and gave me another of his flashing smiles and took a large mouthful from his glass but still eyeing me over its rim. The wine was beginning to take effect. "And what sort of 'bloke' are you? I asked suggestively. "Well,' he leaned over and in a conspiratorial whisper said, "I enjoy the company of attractive intelligent women who dress..." Steve glanced up the length of my legs, from my black patent heels to the hem of my black cocktail dress, "...to show off their...er...best assets." In holding his stare I was transfixed at just how blue Steve's eyes were. The scent of Davidoff Clearwater permeated my inebriated senses and my heart began to beat faster. A little voice inside my head warned me I was going too far. Feigning innocence I said, "And what might they be?" "You have terrific legs which look even better in black....tights?" Steve's voice went up at the end to emphasise the flirtatious query. "Not quite." "Not quite what?" "Not quite tights." "Stockings?" "Hold ups to be precise." "Really?" "Really" My heart now was pounding but I kept my face and voice matter of fact convincing myself that this was just idle banter. But deep down I was getting turned on. The stirring between my legs was becoming almost uncomfortable and I crossed my legs feeling myself becoming moist. In doing so the hem of my dress rode a bit higher up my thigh giving a merest glimpse of the elasticated top. Steve caught sight of it just as I smoothed the hem back down. He knew I hadn't been lying. As I looked down I noticed a significant bulge had arisen in Steve's jeans. Rather than disguising his state he simply said, "So where is hubby now?" "He's driven back home to pick up tickets for the theatre which he'd forgotten," I sighed in resignation. "How long will he be?" Steve's voice was now more business like. I looked casually at the Cartier watch Jeremy had bought for me on our first wedding anniversary. "At least half an hour I should think." "I have a room upstairs." "I'm married," matching his matter of fact tone of his voice. "Happily?" "It's our tenth wedding anniversary." "I take it that's a no then?" There was a brief pause before I said "I think maybe I've drunk too much." It came out sounding more like a question than a statement. "Would you like a coffee?" Steve said in a soothing way, placing his hand on my shoulder. "I would actually." "I have some in my room." We stared in each others eyes for a few seconds. I reached for my small black patent Gucci hand bag and eased my way out between the table and seat. Steve followed behind and then placing his large hand on the small of my back he directed me silently towards the lift. His touch sent a charge of electricity up my spine as my head fought conflicting emotions. Now half drunk on the amount of wine consumed I didn't recognise the Sarah who was giving in to pure carnal instinct. Even the rational part of my mind justified what I was doing as punishment on Jeremy's insensitivity. I wanted this particular evening to be treated as a woman and I was now heading to a hotel room with a stranger who did. Steve and I entered the lift with two other elderly guests who shared our silence until the doors parted and Steve ushered me out into the hallway. He unlocked the door to his room and held it open for me to enter. The door had hardly shut before he forced me round by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall. His head craned down and he plunged his mouth over mine forcing an almost bovine tongue between my lips. I resisted momentarily before allowing its muscular moistness to invade my mouth, searching out my own tongue. To steady myself I wrapped my upturned arms under his and pulled his body into me, eventually clasping on to his shoulders. His hips now ground into my stomach feeling his hardness through the thin material of my dress. The sheer urgency with which Steve kissed me led him to explore my body with his hands, massaging my breasts through my dress and then reaching down behind me to clasp my ass tightly. In response I raised my knee against the outside of his leg, rubbing it with equal urgency. With this his hand came on to my knee and Steve ran his hand slowly up my hold ups until he felt flesh. By now I was extremely wet. I could feel the lips of my pussy now swollen and hot. I held my breath as Steve's strong thick fingers explored ever further. My panting became urgent as he searched under the gusset of my panties and at first one, then two, fingers entered me. Feeling utterly wanton I needed to feel his hardness and as his fingers inserted themselves inside me I pushed the palm of my hand on to his crotch and began grabbing hold of his manhood through the unyielding fabric of his jeans. I had some idea then that Steve was big. Much bigger – and thicker - than Jeremy. I was now in ecstasy as Steve frantically sawed his two big fingers in and out of me. But I was now transfixed by the size of Steve's manhood. Previously I had only managed to work myself up to mild curiousity when other women used to talk about the size of their partner's penises but now was different. I dropped my knee thereby forcing Steve's fingers out of me and now I pushed him back against the wall. I looked in his lust-filled eyes and then placed both palms on his broad chest and began to massage him. I dropped slowly to my knees allowing my hands to fall to his belt which I began to feverishly unbuckle. Unzipping his jeans revealed a hard phallus straining against tight black Lycra boxers. Hooking my red painted finger nails over the waist band I pulled everything down allowing a now half erect penis to spring out of the confines of the Steve's shorts. It was enormous. I clasped my fingers round the base of his cock and began to massage it up and down. As it grew my fingers could no longer wrap themselves fully round its girth. Steve sighed and turned his head upwards as I began to lick the length of the shaft eventually finishing at the top where now a very large bulbous head had emerged fully from the foreskin. I pulled his cock upwards and began to lick Steve's balls – the size and texture of satsumas - making him sigh even more. By now his penis was fully erect, standing a magnificent 8 inches. Taking the base of his cock in my right hand I opened my mouth as wide as I could and engulfed half in my mouth. I could not remember the last time I performed oral sex on Jeremy but on the few occasions I had it had proven to be a tasteless affair. This was different. Steve filled my mouth with different senses and wrapping my lips as much as I could round his thick length I felt the head of his cock push against the back of my throat making me gag slightly. Readjusting myself I began to work my mouth up and down his shaft as he began to rhythmically thrust backwards and forwards. Steve then started moaning louder and grabbing a handful of my hair away from its neatly coiffured style he pulled my head in time with his thrusting. Just as my jaw was beginning to ache, Steve's thrusting and pulling intensified, his cock hardened and his balls tightened. I knew he was starting to come and, having never allowed Jeremy to come in my mouth, I began to try and pull away. Instead Steve grunted, "No way!" and grabbing tighter on to my hair at the back of my head pulled me roughly into his groin. My nose was now buried in his bushy pubic hair and my mouth was now wide open to accommodate his sheer size. In a state of helplessness I awaited him to unload his semen into my mouth. "Oh God....Fuuuuuck!" he groaned as the first wave shocked me with a jet roping its way immediately down the back of my throat. There was a slight relaxation of his ass which I was having to hold on to. Just when I thought he'd finished Steve's thighs tensed again and a second more viscous amount of hot salty sperm filled my mouth. For the first time ever I closed my eyes and swallowed, letting myself experience the sensation of cum clinging to the interior of my mouth. "Man. That was sooooo good," sighed Steve, "Now I owe you." "This is not such a good idea," I implored as I was now sobering up and the first pang of guilt began to encroach on the periphery of my consciousness. "Wrong answer!" laughed Steve and picking me up he carried me into the main part of the room and threw me on the bed. He fell on top of me and held my wrists on the bed and leaned down and kissed me heavily on the mouth. As I surrendered his hands massaged my breasts and then pulling the strap of the dress off my shoulder and tugging the bra cup down he revealed my breast. He lowered himself down and took my already erect nipple between his teeth and began pulling it until it became even harder. My sighing encouraged Steve to work his way down, biting me through the flimsy material. The hem of my dress was now over my hips revealing my stocking clad legs. I was aware that my panties were now soaking but before I became self conscious Steve had pulled the flimsy material down and over my ankles in one swift movement. Steve looked down appreciatively at my naked pussy which felt all the more exposed with just a small black triangle pointing towards my agitated clitoris. I had taken to having my pubic hair trimmed and waxed ever since I discovered my first gray hair amid my dark thatch. Steve raised a foot and ran his tongue from the inside of my ankle slowly meandering a path up the inside of my thigh. He could clearly see that my pussy lips were parted, distended and glistening. He allowed my leg to fall over his shoulder as he began to lick my clitoris, slowly at first and then nibbling at it with his teeth. I groaned heavily as I then felt his fingers work their way inside me again and as his strong tongue worked its way around my clit I began to feel the onset of an orgasm. It was my time this time to grab Steve's head and grind my hips into his mouth, his enormous tongue snaking its way inside me. Just as I was tensing to unleash my first orgasm in years my mobile went off in my hand bag. "Shit," I exclaimed, "that'll be Jeremy." Sitting up straight I fumbled in my bag as Steve emerged from between my legs, his hair tussled and his mouth and chin covered in my juices. As I thought, Jeremy's name flashed up on the screen. I answered, "Hello, darling, where are you?" "Sorry I'm late, darling. I'm just about to pull up at the front of the hotel. Meet me outside." "OK. Won't be a moment. Just got to say goodbye to Jenny." I lied, switching off the phone. I turned to Steve. "I've got to go." "I guess so," he said in a resigned tone, "Just as things were getting interesting." I raced into the bathroom and desperately began fixing my hair and make up. "Can I see you again?" queried Steve standing in the doorway of the bathroom, fastening the belt of his jeans. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea." I replied uncertainly. "Well at least can I send you some flowers at your workplace?" In a panic to get out I fished out a business card and handed it to him. I leaned over, put my hand on his shoulder and kissed Steve. More as a statement than a question he smiled, saying, "I guess that's good bye then." With that I ran out the door and took the lift to the hotel foyer and strode purposefully outside. I immediately spotted Jeremy's Jaguar and opened the passenger door to be greeted by the smell of his cigars. I fixed him with a welcoming smile which was duly reciprocated. Patting the pocket of his camel overcoat he boasted, "Got the tickets," and we headed towards the theatre. On the way Jeremy turned up Stravinsky's 'Rite of Spring' up full blast and I sat back quietly and allowed the events of the last hour to sink in. Strangely I didn't feel as guilty as I expected to be. I had just been unfaithful to my husband on our wedding anniversary and yet I was feeling so alive. I had just done things to a man which even a street hardened hooker would have blanched at and yet it didn't feel as though it was me who did it. Having parked the car we made our way to the theatre bar where Jeremy ordered drinks for the interval. I also asked for a strong gin and tonic as I still had Steve's taste in my mouth. I marvelled at the type of person with whom I had just performed the most erotic oral sex. A glorified London barrow boy with a silver tongue – in more ways than one! I then felt my mobile phone vibrate in my handbag. Someone had texted me a message. It was probably my sister, I thought, wishing me a happy anniversary. I opened the inbox and saw a message from a number I didn't recognise. I opened it. You still horny? XXX Steve Shit, I thought. He must have got my number from the business card. What an idiot I was. At that point Jeremy returned with our drinks. "Excuse me a moment, darling, I just need to nip to the loo." In the bathroom I opened the message and thought for a moment as to what to text back. Common sense told me to just end this now. Don't reply. He won't bother you again. Instead my thumbs worked quickly over the keypad. Yes. Why? XXX I rejoined Jeremy who made a point of looking at his watch. "Come on, darling, the bell rang minutes ago." As we made our way to our seats the lights dimmed but I kept my mobile at my side. Five minutes into the performance my mobile flashed up a message received. My heart began to beat in anticipation as I then surreptitiously opened up the inbox. A Night at the Theatre Ch. 2 'Alright you bitch,' I thought, 'you're going to have to bite your lips to keep from moaning out loud this time'. I replaced my two fingers with my thumb, shoving it all the way in while palming her pubic mound and clit. By pressing in with my fingers above her pelvic bone and pressing out with my engulfed thumb I could feel her abdominal muscles stiffen and spasm as I tried to rub by fingers and thumb together through the walls of her lower belly. On the outside, I was still sitting calmly, resting my chin on the palm of my right hand. To all intents and purposes, I was just another spectator enjoying a night at the theatre. If the truth be known, I had trouble even remembering the name of the show I'd paid $75 a ticket to see. And I couldn't care less. Where's that little g-spot? Experience told me that I was rubbing in the right vicinity and when I find it little lady I'm going to ring your little bell till you scream. I starting sliding my thumb in and out of her slippery slit, each time curling it when it was all the way in and rubbing hard against the front wall of her pussy before withdrawing. Again she seized my hand in a feeble attempt to stop my outrageous onslaught as her pussy, failed, stiffened and gushed yet another silent orgasm over my probing digit. Good! I liked responsive women. By now I'm sure her seat was soaking wet and anyone with a good nose would have detected the sweet pungent smell of this woman's sexual discharge. Well it was certainly going to be different from the wall over expensive perfume that always hits me on entering a theatre to watch an expensive production. I slowly withdrew my cum-covered thumb and smiled in self-satisfaction. 'I hope you're prepared for the final assault, you slut' I thought to myself. If anyone had seen the cynical smirk on my face just then they would have thought I had completely misunderstood the plot unfolding on the stage before me. Right then however I was more interested in the stage next to me. Turning my wrist I again sought out her juicy lips with my fingers and slid my index and middle fingers into her wet pussy. There was no resistance. This time I curled them towards her back and began to rub the back wall of her pussy. She must have sensed what was coming because she tried to sit up. Either she was too weak from her orgasms or she was secretly looking forward to some variety. In any case she wasn't going anywhere until I had finished. Before she could move I pressed my wet thumb against her moist anal sphincter and pressed into it. It gave and my thumb popped easily into her hot arsehole. Now I really had her. She gasped but fortunately so did everybody. I had timed it to coincide with a scary scene on stage because I knew she wouldn't be able to hide her reaction to this latest intrusion. I had her in a solid three digit grip, two fingers in her pussy pressing against my thumb lodged in her arse. I allowed her a few seconds to get used to the width of my thumb before I began to alternately push in and pull out of her two tunnels all the time feeling her through the soft membrane that separated the two. Her pussy started contracting and ballooning in unison with my assaulting digits. This wasn't the first time this girl has had her arse probed. No, she was obviously used to this and even after two orgasms, she was juicing up again. What a woman! Where was she all those long nights of boners that just wouldn't go away? The nights when a menage-a-trois ended with me lying in bed between two tired, sweaty, cum-drenched and sore lovers and yet another erection. Whatever happens I had to get her number because as I see it a man's days of limitless sexual stamina are always numbered and sooner or later……fuck that thought. Let it happen when it does. Right now I had better things to do if only with my hands for the moment. As I continued the double assault I added first one and then the other remaining finger into her cunt. She took it all. If I had her alone I'm sure she would have taken my cock in as well. If only this wasn't a one show stand, I would love to get her alone and give her a good going over. I wanted so badly to feel my come overflow every fuckable orifice in this womans body. I needed to. God I hope she doesn't just walk out when the show finished and left me to deal with a case of lover's nuts. Right now this would have to do. I continued to hand fuck her cunt and thumb fuck her arsehole. It was lust and sadism. There's nothing quite like giving a woman pleasure while knowing that she can't squrim or arch her back or moan and mew with delight. Poor bitch, how she must be fighting between arousal and frustration. When she gets home she's going to rip her partners clothes off in a dash for his cock. I intend to get first dip though. I'm not juicing up this honey for someone else. No way! From the way she pressed back against me she was going to have one hell of a double come and I don't think she could've done it quietly. I had to stop. So I reluctantly stopped and pulled my hand out of her holes. She tried to pull my hand back in. I guess she was too far gone to care but she had no way of knowing that I wasn't done yet. Placing the tip of my thumb on her arsehole, I teased her some more by rubbing the outside of her little puckered ring. It actually began to twitch in anticipation. She started pushing back against my thumb to express her urgency. I obliged by shoving not my thumb but three fingers as far up her arse as I could. I felt her legs tense and then her hips and buttocks as she reached an anal climax. Just as she was about to peak I pulled my hand away and stood up. I had to. Everyone else was. The show had just ended and the cast was being given a standing ovation. As I clapped one soggy hand against the other I could smell the muskiness of her cunt and anus. It only served to cause more precome to seep out of my cock which was also giving a standing ovation but for other reasons. She was slow getting up and needed help from her none to wise partner who asked if she had dozed off. I turned and looked at her. I'm six feet tall and she was about six inches shorter than me. Her companion was about the same. I guess it was her husband although he looked much older than either of us. She was an attractive woman and I guess she must've broken quite a few hearts when she was younger. Like most of the audience I was cheering but my yells of 'Bravo!' were for her and I think she knew it. She was applauding too although her glassy eyes told me her thoughts were on something closer at hand. She blinked a few times then looked me straight in the eye and mouthed the words 'I want you,' followed by a cheeky grin. She may have been a middle-aged woman but her expressions were those of a lustful teenager. 'I want to fuck you,' I mouthed back. This brought an even wider smile from her as the words sank in. She gave me a quizzical look that said the obvious, 'How?'. How indeed. Still clapping I said matter-of-factly, 'Wasn't that great?' 'Fantastic,' she replied weakly. 'I'd love to tell them personally at the 'Meet The Stars' reception. It's being held at the Imperial Inn across the street after this,' I said as I turned and walked away towards the aisle at the side of the theatre. She had all the information she needed. The rest was up to her. Twenty minutes later I was at the bar of the Imperial sipping a martini. It was crowded and noisy. Many people were there from the audience and as usual after a few minutes, the alcohol was doing most of the talking. Some of the cast with lesser roles had drifted in and were being mobbed by the crowd. The leads would come in much later. They had to make an entrance. It was a typical opening night. I exchanged a few pleasantries with some of the revellers but mostly I faced the bar. I saw her approaching long before she reached me. Following her reflection in the bar mirror I watched her looking around searching for and then finding me. After she spotted me, she headed straight for me, pausing occassionaly to avoid the crowd who were now standing elbow to elbow. My erection returned long before she did. She looked more attractive or was it the martini talking. She reminded me of Penelope-Anne Miller, elegant yet somehow fragile, a sweet oval and ageless face and a soft yet full mouth. She was wearing a light pink lipstick and the thought of that pink ring around my cock brought my manhood up to what must be a bloated purple header. Yep, I was just horny enough to fall madly in love at the drop of a hat. Looking at her you wouldn't have thought she was walking up to a stranger and who had just crudely and lewdly played with her privates in public. As she drew nearer she looked me carefully up and down. What was she seeing? I've an athletic build. I play and enjoy every sport I've ever tried but my favourite ones are swimming and squash and I have a fully equipped home-gym. I'm reasonably handsome and have close-cropped almost military jet black hair. I guess you could say I'm tall, dark and handsome. I have been picked up before and I've had women fight over me in a disco. I guess she wasn't disappointed with what she was seeing if her smile was anything to go by. She also now knew that I'm highly sexed and have few limits when it comes to getting in on. I turned around just as she reached me. 'Hello. I'm glad you could make it'. Hell, I was talking as though I'd known her all my life. 'So am I,' she replied as she settled on the stool next to me. She pressed her shoulder and hip against my side as with a familiarity that spoke volumes about what she had in mind. 'Where is…?' I enquired. 'Oh he tires easily so he's left. I told him I wanted an autograph on my souvenir program and I'd catch a cab when I was done. Could take hours you know?' she added with a smile. I liked her. 'Yes it could' I agreed. 'A drink for the road?' 'Please, a Gin and Tonic' she replied, 'It relaxes me'. 'My names Alex, Alex L at your service.' 'What does the L stand for?' 'Just L.' 'Mysterious eh?, I'm going to like this game. I thought I detected an asian ancestry when I first saw you' she said. I thought asian men were rather less endowed. I hope you're not going to sell me short,' she remarked cheekily. 'My Dad's English and my mother's Chinese but I take after my dad and you'll find I'm more than a handful. And with your help I intend to venture much deeper than I had previously'. 'Promises, promises. I knew you were a little kinky when I first saw you next ot me.' There was fire in her eyes. I hope she doesn't scratch too much. So she had seen me before she made her move. Should I be relieved to know I had been pre-approved and selected instead of simply being of the right gender and in the right place at the right time? Well it certainly didn't do my ego any harm. I wondered if my opinion of her mattered to her. 'A touch of Irish I take it?' I guessed as her drink arrived. We clinked glasses and both took a long slow sip. She looked at me over the rim of her glass and teasingly licked her moist lips and she returned her drink to the counter. 'Uh-huh, and a touch fiery at that' she said jokingly. 'I'm Susan and I hate crowds, don't you?' 'Absolutely,' I agreed, 'and we're both way over-dressed' I added. 'If madam would like I have an escape machine just around the corner'. 'Madam would' she said as she emptied her glass and offered me her hand. Minutes later we were walking in the car park hand in hand like any other couple. This night was certainly young. I opened the passenger side door for Susan but instead of letting her get in I turned her around at the last minute and turned her to face me, her back against the car. I looked into her eyes and watch her expression change from surprise to welcome. We wanted each other. At first I held her by the shoulders. Then I slid my left around her back and my right hand slipped down to cover her left breast. It was soft yet firm, 34Cs at least. I slid my hand back up to and around her throat to the back of her neck. Her eyes searched mine, her body quivered while her lips waited. She was telling me that she was mine anyway I wanted her. Words were no longer necessary. I lowered my lips to hers and felt her tongue snake into my mouth, searching at first then inviting my tongue back into her mouth where she licked and sucked at it ferociously. Meanwhile her legs parted and lifted off the ground to wrap themselves around my waist. I was holding her up by the pressure of my crotch against hers. I wanted to take her right then. After some interminable minutes, I pulled away from her lips and took a deep breath. She was panting and her lips looked fuller from being mashed against mine. I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my cock. I didn't have to wait long to find out. I think we set a new record for getting seated and pulling out of a parking lot. The cashier's eye nearly popped out at the sight of a woman unzipping a man as he was paying for the park. I drove off just as she lowered her head to my crotch. She was too hot for any preliminaries. She just pulled me towards her hungry mouth and took half of it in one big chomp. I thought I heard her say 'Mmmmmmm. Jackpot', just as she took my cock into her mouth. But I wasn't about to interrupt her with a 'Pardon?' right then. As she caressed the sides of my love pole with the insides of her cheeks she twirled her tongue over the head. I could feel her oral member going around and around the head as she covered it with her saliva and sucked it all the way in until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. When she pulled back she sucked so hard I thought my balls were going to collapse. Then she teased my pee-hole with the tip of her tongue and went back down again, a satisfied groan escaping from her stretched lips as she indulged in a seemingly well practiced passion for mouth-fucking. With one hand on the wheel, I let my free hand roam across her back avoiding her head which was busily bobbing up and down on my cock. Then I reached around and under her to cup and squeeze her tits. They were soft yet firm and each squeeze produced an additional moan from her cock-filled mouth. Then I started pinching her nipple buds, the harder I pinched the louder she moaned. This woman was sensitive all over. I'd almost forgotten we had only met a few minutes ago as two smartly dressed people on a night out to the theatre. This is one evening I'll remember. I decided to spare her mangled tits to explore further. I reached down her back and rubbed her arse. Her skirt was in the way. I pull her skirt up until it was just around her waist. Then I slid my hand between her cheeks and resumed what I was doing in the theatre. I finger fucked her cunt and arse. This made her increase her sucking tempo until I felt the head of my cock grow larger and my balls begin to boil. I was going to have a gusher and I was in no state to drive. I pulled over to the side of the highway and placed my hand on the back of her head as I shot my wad down her throat. I must have spurted ten or twelve times. It just wouldn't stop. I felt her try her hardest to swallow but I could feel it dripping out and running into my crotch. She just kept sucking and biting while her hands alternately pulled at my cock and squeeze my balls. I came so hard my arse cheeks cramped up. My balls were numb and my cock felt like it had blown the head off but she just kept sucking and licking. I wish it was light enough for me to see her hungrily sucking me dry but I knew I wouldn't have been able to keep my eyes open anyway. When the spasms finally subsided and I began to soften, she let me slip reluctantly out of her mouth. Then she lifted her head to me and smiling proudly she began licking her come-covered fingers until she had every drop accounted for. This made my dick twitch again. This woman wasn't real. She sat up and planted her soft and swollen lips on mine and probed my mouth with her tongue. I could smell and taste my recent release. She wanted me to. Before things could get all heated again, I drew away and said 'You're a bad girl Susan and I'm going to punish you as soon as I get you home'. 'I'm sorry,' she replied 'would you rather I be good now?' 'Just for a little while so I can drive, then you can be as bad as you like. Little Susan is going to have trouble walking tomorrow.' 'Is that a promise?' she teased. 'Your equipment looks a little limp to me.' 'Don't worry girlie, you'll soon feel it hard enough.' I assured her. This dong is going to make you sing ding-a-ling.' I restarted the car and drove off. She put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my semi-hardness as I drove. I put an arm around her and pulled her closer. We were like old lovers. I knew that before the night was through we were going to be a couple of very sore but satisfied lovers. As I drove on congratulating myself on my good fortune for bumping into this hot nympho I began to think of an excuse to use when I called in sick tomorrow.