I meant it. I trusted Sir completely, yet the feeling of his hand in mine didn't quite chase all the butterflies away. Not knowing scared me--but in an arousing way. Despite this, I couldn't shut down the part of my brain that was hijacking my other senses, searching for clues.
"Let me get the door for you."
I was listening so intently for sounds that Sir's voice startled me. We paused, there was the quick squeal of something metallic, and then a cold rush of air from the conditioned interior of...whatever this place was. And the smell of...popcorn?
My face contorted in confusion, and hesitation settled into my thoughts.
"Wait...are we watching a movie?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and a little disappointment. He had mentioned "games," but I couldn't imagine what kind of games we could play at the movies.
He stayed silent, ignoring my question but continuing to guide me toward our mysterious destination. We'd only been inside for a minute when I thought I heard a familiar sound. Goosebumps erupted along my arms, and my nipples tightened under the thin fabric of my dress. There it was again, unmistakable this time--somewhere in this building, a woman was getting the shit fucked out of her.
My pulse quickened at the thought of making those same sounds myself. Was this some new sex club, and Sir just wanted to keep it a surprise? Giddy with anticipation now, I practically bounced with every step I took.
And then we stopped. I could still hear the sounds of active fucking, but if this was a sex club, where was the music, the socialization, the laughter? Aside from the symphony of moaning, spanking, and grunting, it was eerily quiet.
"I'm going to remove your blindfold now."
I felt his hands graze my ears as he reached for the cloth covering my face, and it sent a shiver through me. Despite the lights being kept low, my eyes needed time to adjust. Blinking at my surroundings, the thought of being at a movie theater returned immediately. This place definitely used to be a theater, but there were no movie posters on the walls, no titles lighting up the marquees above the doors down the corridor. Sir gestured toward the double doors in front of us, painted red with black filigree accents along the edges.
For a moment, I forgot how to move, frozen in contemplation of what could be behind those doors. My imagination ran wild with every lurid possibility. Glancing at Sir for reassurance, I grabbed hold of the handle. My breath shuddered as I pulled.
It was a movie auditorium--only, I'd never seen a film like this on the silver screen.
The first image that greeted me was a woman dressed as a referee, seated on a man in a football player's uniform lying on a green blanket marked like a football field. A second football player was fucking her pussy while the first guy fucked her ass. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and the slapping sound of skin against skin filled every corner of the room. If it were me, they probably could've heard me in the parking lot. But the referee's mouth was busy with a third football player.
I hadn't noticed that I'd walked into the auditorium by myself until someone cleared their throat. Tearing my eyes from the screen, I registered the seats typical of a theater--and the fair number of men occupying them. My bravery evaporated instantly as I realized none of them were watching the screen. Their eyes were on me, assessing, undressing me in their minds. Even with my coat on, I felt exposed. I darted toward Sir, taking his hand with lightning speed.
His rumbling laughter vibrated through me, amused by my sudden shyness. By the time we reached the front row, I felt a little more at ease. Sir gestured for me to go ahead and choose my seat. I walked about four seats in and turned to sit. Before doing so, my hands went to the belt around my waist, undoing the clasp. My coat fell open, then slid off my shoulders.
Sir's lips curved into a predatory smirk as he scanned me, his gaze both proud and possessive. I had chosen a sleek, sheer, short green dress paired with gold strappy heels. The plunging neckline and exposed legs made the coat a necessity.
As I began to sit, Sir held up a hand, stopping me. He lifted my hand above my head and slowly turned me.
"You want to show off?" he asked. "Go on, give them a show, kitten."
Flushed, I followed his direction. With my eyes cast downward to avoid their gazes, I still heard their reactions--a sharp intake of breath, a whistle, a howl. By the time I was facing the screen again, I was smiling. Sir kissed my hand before allowing me to sit, his arm wrapping around me as I leaned into him.
This moment could've been a typical date night--if not for the referee on screen being ravished in every way imaginable.
Sir tapped my shoulder, his lips brushing my ear. "Do you remember our first date?"
Oh, I remembered.
Our first date was also to the movies. I had always been a ravenous woman and was never shy about what I wanted. In the darkness of that theater, almost 15 years ago, I explored his body without hesitation and had been prepared to undo his belt until another movie goer walked in. To date, that effort remained unfulfilled.
My hand had already been resting on his thigh and at this memory it moved to pick up right where they had left off all those years ago. The sound of the zipper was drowned out by the referee whose mouth was finally free to pant, moan, and scream to her pussy's content. I could see the outline of Sir's semi-hard cock in his pants, and my hand was already in motion to reach in to find it quickly and liberate it. I loved having him in my mouth, even when he wasn't fully hard. The feeling of him getting more erect against my tongue and cheek made me literally salivate for more.
I leaned over his lap, his hand resting on my hip, and the moment I wrapped my lips around his head, he tensed and he dug his fingers into me. A breathy "fuuuck" escaped his lips as I took him deeper in to my mouth, my motions staying slow and deliberate. I closed my eyes and focused on the plug in my ass, it's placement getting difficult to ignore as I processed the possibility that Sir would fuck me in front of all these men. That I'd be able to watch them stroke and jerk themselves as they watched Sir make me writhe, scream, and cum again and again. Would he let them get close, touch me?
We had swapped before, but it was always with couples or a single guy or woman. I had no expectations tonight but the possibilities were very much responsible for the puddle forming between my thighs. I vividly imagined the men seated back in the theater, no longer seeing me in my chair but maybe catching a glimpse of my head or shoulders every now and again. With the throbbing, pulsing sensation in my pussy getting more and more intense, I knew my first orgasm tonight would be explosive.
I felt the seat under me move unexpectedly, as if the weight along the row of seats had shifted. I paused mid-blow job and my eyes sprung open, scanning and immediately catching another pair of legs to Sir's left. The seat shifted again, and this time I registered someone had taken the seat to the right of mine. I was about to pull off of Sir's cock and sit up when his hand rested on the back of my head and held me down.
Sir's familiar voice said, "No, no, no. Stay right there."
Elsewhere, a man's voice said, "She looks gorgeous with a cock in her mouth..." Statements of agreement followed and I realized more of them had gotten closer and gathered around than I initially realized. It occurred to me how outnumbered we were. If they really wanted to have me, they could just overpower us and take me...admittedly a fantasy I'd confessed to Sir very early on in our relationship. The absurd urge to slide my hand between my thighs was overwhelming.
"Kitten..." Sir's voice easily pierced my daydreaming. "Did anyone tell you to stop?"
