A Cinema Treat

A Cinema treat.

As the lobby door opens a shaft of yellow light from a torch illuminates upon rows of crimson leather bound armchairs indicating where we can sit.  The beam follows us past two rows before traversing past two seats, we choose ours.

The young female attendant in her red high heals and stark naked under her one piece black see through body stocking smiles as we settle in saying ‘enjoy yourselves, you’ll find condoms should you need them in the armrest pocket.’  She returns switching of the beam; her bouncing breasts now a darkened silhouette of movement under the mesh stocking.

The film, a porn offering, is about to begin.

This small private basement cinema has two hundred such comfortable armchairs for its members to sink themselves into and as the screen lights up we see about twenty occupied, the shadowy figures seated randomly about all appear to be men. 

‘Were you ogling her breasts?’ you whisper. 

I admit I was, ‘but they are not a patch on yours’ I say reassuringly. 

The credits roll and the film begins. 

‘What about her ass you whisper?’  ‘Absolutely divine’ I reply smiling, ‘just like yours.’

‘She looked very sexy in that stocking piece didn’t she?’  ‘Yes’ I reply.  ‘As would you if only you had one.’ ‘Hmm.’

We fall silent for a while as we watch the opening sequence unfold, and are almost immediately introduced to the two main characters, a mature suited guy and an underdressed young female, entering a members only club cum restaurant.  It looks familiar, and so it should as it is situated directly above this cinema, and owned by the same individual.

‘I only see men here, wonder how many are already getting their cocks out in readiness.’

‘A few I imagine.’  You respond again with a prolonged ‘Hmmm.’

‘Would you like to see me in a one piece like hers?’  ‘Definitely!’  ‘Hmm.’

The introduction of the third protagonist joining the other two, another elderly male whom shares knowing glances with his counterpart gives a clue as to their intentions toward the female.  Both start chatting up the woman at a quiet low-lit corner table of this exclusive restaurant.  The first guy on the pretext of having dropped his fork is under the table purportedly searching to retrieve it: whilst there he tugs off the girl’s flimsy knickers with her wriggling assistance.  Wide eyed, and gasping in utter disbelief, she displays shock and embarrassment, but not too convincingly.

‘Look! ‘That guy standing up over there is totally naked and, and there, another on the other side undressing.’  ‘Not unusual activity for this type of place’ I casually remark.

Another short spell of watching the film: the girl has now been stripped and is sitting stark naked between the two males, biting her lips and squirming as each fondle the breast nearest them, and each with an exploring finger in between her moist vaginal lips, whilst a waiter stands patiently by with her dress over his arm and a detached look, waiting to take their order.  She no longer seems embarrassed or alarmed.

‘I have an urge to strip too and be starker’s…. dare me too, please’ you whisper, managing to instil enthusiasm into your pleading voice.

I ponder on this for a moment as I look into your eager expressive eyes: ‘tell you what, go out and see if the attendant is willing exchange her one piece for your dress.  Come back wearing that, and ask for the torch as well.’  ‘Why the torch?’ ‘Because I want to see you walk the aisles flashing the torch over yourself and these men, see how many you inspire to start wanking.’

‘OOOH yes, great idea’ and before I can draw breath you are gone.

A while later the lobby door opens followed by a bouncing beam of light; you pass by walking slowly down the aisle flashing the light over your naked stocking covered body as you go.  What a absolutely fucking irresistible horny sight you present in that fine black mesh clinging to your every curve.  Your pert buttocks, sexy hips, slender waist and Oh those oh so delectable breasts undulating under that restraining mesh; a sight to cause instant cock arousal.  Fully aware of the impact you are making I watch your lithe body as you provocatively descend the shallow steps like a catwalk model, only in slow motion, towards the screen.  Breasts, hips and buttocks enticingly moving causing heads to turn as you pass by, I hear whispered advances and expletives expressing wanton lust.

Like sunflowers destined to follow the sun, heads slavishly turn following your teasing progress as you make your sultry way around the front of screen and back up the other aisle, eyes transfixed unable to tear themselves away from your body.  The naked female being fingered on screen totally forgotten as more hands become active at the sight of you.  A voice shouts out ‘Strip, I’ll pay you to strip’, instantly encouraging a chorus of others to join in all shouting, ‘Yes, Strip, Strip. Strip.  We’ll all pay to see that’.  You are revelling in the attention as you rejoin me wearing a satisfied conquering grin.

‘There that got them going’ and, I spotted at least eight masturbating.’ you say with obvious relish.  You sit for a moment fidgeting pretending to be looking at the film.  I sense that you are eager to blurt something out. I hear you whisper excitedly ‘should I do it too you think? Strip that is?’  Smiling I reply ‘why even ask? You know full well you want to.’ ‘But, do YOU want me to?’ A deliberately torturous pause on my part before I reply ‘Yes, I do, but most of all,’ ‘What?’ ‘I want to see you surrounded and fucked by as many men that your naked body can entice away from the film.’

‘Ooooh Godddd Oh yes! Easy peasy, that’s no challenge just you watch.’  And with that you get up onto the seat and start to unpeel yourself from the stocking: I, shining the beam on your provocatively wriggling body as you do so.  Cheers rise from all the men whose eyes have not left you as your bouncing breasts are teasingly revealed and they realise their wish is coming true.  One by one they desert their cosy armchairs and eagerly start making their way over.  

Soon a semicircle of men are stood in front of us; all now exposing their cocks, more of them naked now having frantically shed their clothes on route.  ‘Oooooh, so many cocks all wanting me’ you gush, as your outstretched arching hands sweeps over the presented erections.  Some hands reach out to fondle you but I tell them no! 

And, instead announce that anyone wanting to fuck you will have to pay me fifty dollars. 

An eager chorus of united voices reply Done!  ‘What!  You’re selling me off for a lousy fifty bucks a fuck like some cheap backstreet harlot?’ A sharp raised tone in your voice feigning anger and indignation. ‘OK then, take this slut and do with her what you will’, her body is all yours’.  The group advances jostling each other eager to lay their grabbing hands on your body before lifting you off your feet.  Eager hands raise you shoulder high, men clamber over seats forming a chain and your naked outstretched body is passed on to other eagerly awaiting hands.  The feel of all those clutching hands manhandling you over the rows of armchairs has you already cumming by the time you reach the stage in front of the screen.

Encircled by eager stiff cocks a brief argument ensues as to who will fuck you first.

It is quickly and democratically settled; you will be spit roasted by all.  Several men either side of you lift you off your feet holding you horizontally aloft at waist level by your arms, waist, buttocks and parted legs.  Between your spread legs and gripping your buttocks the first eager guy thrusts his cock into your already dripping cunt, whilst declaring to all around ‘This Fuck Doll’ is going to get the filling of her life.’  Another, who’s erect cock is pressing against your forehead, grips your shoulders and you tilt your head all the way back, mouth wide open ready to receive his erect member. ‘I’m gonna cum feed this slut real good’ and no sooner said, your gulping throat indicates he’s premature discharge filling you. ‘Fuck I came too soon, swallow bitch swallow.’  Suspended by eight pairs of hands, you are receiving the start of the spit roasting of your life and are in a delirious state of rapture as you try twisting and bucking your suspended torso.  Arms and legs being yanked, you feel as if you’re being fucked in a small inflatable on a choppy sea.

I have moved down to the front row to savour the sight of your roasting close up. The attendant has come and sat next to me. She is wearing your outfit and a wide grin.  She offers to bet me that you can’t take them all.  For a moment I’m tempted to accept but it would be unfair to take advantage of her ignorance and I coyly refuse.  The first guy withdraws his cock from your dripping cunt. ‘Right who’s next up for a piece of this sweet meat?’  ‘Me.’ shouts another and you feel his cock enter you and take up its pistoning rhythm.

‘Arghhh… gluugh’ is all that I hear as another cock is thrust into your slurping open mouth.  Your torso once again hopelessly bucking, arms and legs seemingly trying to free themselves from the clutches of these sex depraved fuckers.  Another, and then another change over, as the relentless skewering continues.  Orgasm follows orgasm but your orgasmic cries are drowned to a muffled gurgle in your cock and cum filled mouth.  Those not supporting you are leaning in and groping your heaving breasts, sucking on your hard teats, hands are all over your belly and pubic mound.  Your face is already covered in cum, whilst others are releasing their cum over your breasts and smearing their cream all over you.  Your climaxing continues unabated and now your occasional orgasmic screams between mouthfuls of cum spewing cock mimic those of the girl being fucked on the screen behind you.  Her cries along side yours add to your arousal even more and shuddering your body onto further climactic highs that you have never experienced before. 

You hear another voice loudly command, ‘hold her firm now, lift her knees, present those buttocks and spread those cheeks.’ I’m gonna skewer her arsehole.  The voice you realize is not from the movie but from the burly guy facing you from between your now presented raised parted legs.  ‘Nooo not in my arsehole!’ you manage to blurb out, cum dripping down your chin, but he pays no heed, using spittle and cum to lubricate your hole.  You feel a burning heat as he forces two fingers into you up to his knuckles to feel you out before easing his bulbous head in.  A sharp intake of breath from you as he continues forcing in his shaft. ‘Arghhhh  nooo please noooo I can’t take it,’ but now he’s in all the way and starts slowly easing his fat cock back and forth building momentum as goes.  ‘Fuck what a deliciously tight hole this whore has.’  ‘Bastard! AARGHH GOD not so fucking fast you creep you’re splitting me.’  ‘Slow down, FUCK, my arsehole is burning.’ ‘Shut up! Just take it like a good little whore.’  You daren’t move now, and take his member submissively, chest heaving with each unforgiving thrust.  And soon you manage to relax your body and your arse begins to enjoy the feel of his invasive cock, finally cumming again along with him as his cry of ‘ARGHhhh’ confirms his ejaculation.  He withdraws his cock with a satisfying grin leaving your abdomen and hole with a warm burning afterglow.

Half the men have by now fucked and filled you at both ends, including another who also craved to arse fuck you, which you took uncomplainingly.  They have all taken turns in holding you up.  Your thrashing about has tired you and your body has fallen limp like a rag doll, but the fucking continues.  Your head thrown back I catch glimpses of your adam’s apple jerking as you are force fed another load of another’s cum.

“God she can sure take it” say’s Eileen, eyes eagerly glued to the erotic spectacle that has had her squirming about in your outfit.  She has taken a shine too it and asks me whether she can keep it. ‘Of course you can as long as Lyn can keep yours.’  ‘Agreed.’ she says smiling.  She then reaches into her bag taking out a strap on dildo, that leaves me wondering.

As yet another guy withdraws his spent cock from your mouth and before the next falls in line to plug you, you momentarily catch an upside down view of the girl on the screen.  She is on her back naked stretched over a vintage brass dessert trolley, her legs parted and bound along with her arms to the trolley legs and is being wheeled slowly from table to table by a white tuxedo clad waiter and being offered as the special dessert of the day.  On the tray below her is the more usual assortment of cream and chocolate gateaux’s and trifles.  Today these delights are being ignored as she is proving a far more tasty temptation with the clientele, demand is high and the trolley is serving the next table on the queue list where she is now being fucked by one customer whilst his companion has his cock filling her mouth, her head tilted back like yours taking in the other’s full load.  Her face and hair too like yours is splattered with creamy cum.  Her expression however seems to indicate that she is not wholly revelling in her predicament anywhere to the same extent that you are.  You lose sight of her as another mass of hairy pubic blocks your vision and another cock head looming large and dripping with precum is presented to your gaping mouth.

After what seems an age, all the guys have emptied themselves into both ends of you, a couple even twice.  All have wandered back to their seats exhausted clutching their aching balls and looking for their discarded clothes, their sexual appetite sated.  You are left lying totally and utterly spent, blissfully dazed and exhausted on the stage front.  Your breasts heaving as you recover, cum still trickling out of your battered sore cunt, body covered in a white film of crusty spunk.

A while later tilting your head over you see a queue of guys handing cash to me and thanking me profusely - ‘Best piece of spit roast meat ever’, ‘look forward to another BBQing event.’- and congratulating me on having trained you to perform so well they slowly file out.  The film totally forgotten is still running.  You, me, and Eileen are the only ones left in the cinema.

Eileen and me come over to you.  She is naked having discarded your dress, and is now wearing the strap on dildo.  The large wet patch on the dress does not go by unnoticed by me.   She is looking at you with intent.  Realisation dawns, your eyes light up ‘Nooo not you as well.’  ‘Oh yes sweetie’ she replies with a wicked look.

‘Get you’re arse over to this chair and bend over it.  I’m soo going to dildo fuck that sweet hole of yours.’  You obey with surprising servitude and bend over the chair dutifully spreading your legs, head turned looking at her with resigned submission you offer up your quivering ass.  She approaches in silence, runs her hand softly over your cheeks, plants some tender kisses on each before spitting a copious amount of spittle on your hole and easing in her eight-inch curved silicone beast with ease.  A moan of painful delight escapes your lips as your hole swallows it in; your hanging breasts take up the rhythm of her rocking thrust.  ‘What tantalising breasts you have.’ her hands reaching under you grabbing them and coddling them in her warm palms, sore nipples protruding between index and forefinger.  You are facing me mouth opened gasping as she humps you. The silicone feels so good sliding in and out.  Your arousal is mounting and when you feel her warm wet lips sucking on your earlobe and hear her whisper, ‘you are my possession, all mine and this is not the last time I’m going to have you’, those words send you over the edge, you cum once more.

Eileen is back in your dress, dildo back in her bag, her body stocking is draped over you.  ‘Enjoy, you look great in it.’ and we start heading for the door. 

‘Where are you going?’ 

‘I’m treating us to a slap up meal upstairs at that private restaurant you saw on the screen.’  ‘And, what about me, and my dress?  She is wearing my dress!’

‘Yes and doesn’t it look good on her’ I reply smiling.

‘I’ve told her she can keep it in exchange for the body stocking.’

‘What! And how am I meant to come along in just a see through body stocking?’

‘err, your not it’s just Eileen and me.  You need to go home shower and go to bed. You look absolutely shattered.’  ‘Here’s money for a cab.’

‘Oh! really!  So, your going to spend that pimped money on her and I get nothing!’  a tone of mock anger in your voice.

‘You performed really well I so envy you’ intercedes Eileen with a gracious smile.

‘You’ve taken over a thousand dollars and I get nothing?’

‘You got the dream fucking of your life and the fare for the cab home …plus a body stocking, What more do you want? Gee you can be so ungrateful’ I say mockingly.

‘Now go home, Hubby might be wondering where you got to, and I’m hungry, I want to enjoy a fine meal and then fuck Eileen. So, good night sweetie see you another time.’  ‘Oh! Tell Hubs no rush to pay me the five hundred dollars.’ 

‘What five hundred dollars?’  ‘The money he offered me to take you out and give you a good time.’  And with that Eileen and I leave with the film end credits rolling, and you with your hands on your hips trying your best to look aghast and really annoyed.

“She is really angry with you isn’t she?’  ‘Nah, she’s just pretending, she had the time of her life and will be looking forward to going home in just that body stocking, she’ll enjoy teasing the cab driver. ‘poor guy.’

In the cab home you sit silently paying no heed to the leering looks and lewd suggestions of the driver. Your mind is elsewhere, lost in envious thoughts in the scene of the girl on that dessert trolley.

‘Hmmm.’