Let's Go to the Movies

She meant it. She did trust Sir completely and yet the feeling of her hand in his didn't quite chase all the butterflies away. Not knowing scared her but in an arousing way. Despite this, she couldn't shut down the part of her brain that was currently hijacking her other senses, searching for clues.

"Let me get the door for you."

She was listening so intently for sounds that Sir's voice startled her. They paused, 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?

Her face contorted in confusion and new hesitation settled into her thoughts.

"Wait...are we watching a movie?" There was not only confusion, but a little disappointment in those words. He had mentioned "games" but she couldn't imagine what kind of games they could play at the movies.

He stayed silent, apparently ignoring her question but continuing to guide her towards their mysterious destination. They had only been in the building for a minute when she thought she heard a familiar sound. She could feel the gooseflesh erupt along her arms and her nipples tightened under the thin fabric of her dress. There is was again and it was unmistakable this time. Somewhere in this building, there is a woman getting the shit fucked out of her. Her pulse quickened at the thought of making the same sounds herself. Was this some new sex club and Sir just wanted to keep it a surprise? Almost giddy with the anticipation now, she practically bounced with every step she took.

And then they stopped. She 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 sounds, moaning, spanking, grunting...it was otherwise eerily quiet.

"I'm going to remove your blindfold now."

She felt his hands graze her ears as they reached for the cloth covering her face and it sent a shiver through her body. Despite the lights being kept low, she needed time for her eyes to adjust. Blinking at her surroundings, the thought of being at a movie theater came back immediately. This place definitely used to be a theater but there were no movie posters on the wall, no titles of films lighting up the marquee above each door down the corridor. Sir turned her attention to the double doors in front of them, painted red with black filigree accents along its edges. He said nothing to her but gestured for her to proceed.

For the briefest moment, she had forgotten how to move, frozen in contemplation of what could be behind these doors. Nothing could rival her imagination and in this moment, it ran wild with every lurid possibility. She glanced at Sir before grabbing hold of the handle. Breath shuddering, she pulled...

It was a movie auditorium only she'd never seen a film like this on the silver screen. The first image to greet her was one of a woman dressed as a referee, seated on a man dressed like a football player who was laying on a green blanket marked like a football field. A second football player was actively fucking her pussy which told Kitten that first guy was actively fucking the referee's ass. Her breasts bouncing with every thrust and the slapping sound of skin against skin filling every corner of the room. If it had been her getting that treatment, they probably could have heard her out in the parking lot. But the referee's mouth was reasonably occupied by a third football player.

Kitten hadn't noticed she had been walking into the auditorium by herself and she heard someone in the room clear their throat. For the first time, she tore her eyes from the screen and registered the seats typical for a movie theater and a fair number of them were occupied. Kitten's bravery disappeared in an instant as none of the patrons, all men, had their eyes on the screen. They all were very aware of and very interested in her. Even with her coat on, she felt extremely naked under their gaze, certain they were undressing her in their minds. Sir held his hand out as he walked towards her and she took it in hers with lightning speed. She both heard and felt his rumbling laughter, no doubt amused by her sudden shyness.

By the time they had walked to the front row, she felt a little more at ease. Sir gestured for her to go head of him again and choose her own seat. She walked about four seats in and turned as if ready to sit. Before taking the seat, her hands went to the belt around her waist and undid the clasp. The coat fell open and it fell off her shoulders. Sir's lips pulled up at one corner, the look almost predatory as he scanned her body. Predatory and proud. She had chosen a sleek, sheer, short green dress, paired with a pair of strappy gold heels. The coat had been a necessity. Between the plunging neckline and every inch of her legs exposed, there was no way she wouldn't turn heads anywhere she went.

Sir stepped towards her so she began to take her seat but he held up his hand asking her to stop. His hand turned, palm up, and a single finger told her to stand again. She obeyed. He took her hand in his, lifting it higher until it was above her head, and then she felt him turning her.

"You want to show off?" She heard him ask. "Go on, give them a show, kitten."

Her face flushed but she followed the turn. Her eyes downcast to focus on the seats in the row behind theirs, an effort to avoid meeting the gazes of the men seated beyond, she could still hear their reactions. One man sucked in a sharp breath. A whistle. A howl. They had the intended effect. By the time she was facing the movie screen again, she was smiling. Sir kissed her hand before allowing her to sit and then occupying the seat next to her. He lifted the arm rest between them, tucking it back and away to leave the space unobstructed. She cozied up next to him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. This moment would have felt very much like an typical date night if it hadn't been for the referee on screen having every hole filled by cock with the second string waiting on the side lines.

Sir tapped her shoulder to get her attention and his lips approached her ear. "Do you remember our first date?"

She sure did. Their first date was also to the movies. She had always been a ravenous woman and was never shy about what she wanted. In the darkness of that theater, almost 15 years ago, she 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. Her 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. She could see the outline of Sir's semi-hard cock in his pants, her hand reaching in and finding it quickly to liberate it. She loved having him in her mouth when he wasn't fully hard, the feeling of him getting more erect against her tongue and cheek making her literally salivate for more.

She leaned over his lap, his hand coming to rest on her hip and the moment she wrapped her lips around his head, his hand tensed and dug his fingers into her. A breathy "fuuuck" escaped his lips as she took him deeper in to her mouth, her up and down motions staying slow and deliberate. She closed her eyes and focused on the plug still in her ass, it's placement getting difficult to ignore as she processed the possibility that Sir would fuck her in front of all these men. That she'd be able to watch them stroke and jerk themselves as they watched Sir make her writhe, scream, and cum again and again. Would he let them get close, touch her?

They'd swapped before, but it was always with couples or a single guy or woman. She had no idea what to expect tonight but the possibilities were very much responsible for the puddle forming between her thighs. She imagined the men seated back in the theater, no longer seeing her in her chair but maybe catching a glimpse of her head or shoulders every now and again. With the throbbing, pulsing sensation in her pussy getting more and more intense, she knew her first orgasm tonight would be explosive.

Her seat moved unexpectedly, as if some weight had shifted. Her blow job paused and she opened her eyes, immediately seeing another pair of legs to Sir's left. Her seat shifted again, this time registering that someone had taken a seat to the right of hers. She was about to pull off of Sir's cock and sit up when his hand rested on the back of her head. She heard him say, "No, no, no. Stay right there."

Somewhere else, she heard a man's voice saying, "She looks gorgeous with a cock in her mouth..." There were statements of agreement and she realized more of them had gathered around than she realized. It registered with her how outnumbered they were. If they really wanted to have her, they could just overpower them and take her...and Kitten knows that was a fantasy she'd confessed to Sir very early on in their relationship. The absurd urge to slide her own hand between her thighs was overwhelming.

"Kitten," she heard Sir say. "Did anyone tell you to stop?"

There was a rumble of amusement among the men in their audience. She counted six of the ones she had eyes on currently but if any more had joined to watch the show, she couldn't see them directly. She resumed her oral attentions and Sir condescendingly gave her a pat on the head, adding a "Good girl" for her benefit. She continued to look around them even as she kept sucking his cock and noticed one of the men standing off to the side was intently watching, his arousal evident and straining the fabric of his pants. He caught her staring at him and he dropped his hand to gratuitously grab the shaft of his cock through his pants, blowing her a kiss while he did so. Her eyes widened and the man laughed quietly, keeping the interaction to himself.

"Gentlemen," Sir began, "let me tell what is about to happen. In a minute, I'm going to dismiss this little fuck toy to the bathroom with a task and while she's gone, we're all going to review how tonight is going down. When she comes back, she's coming back to this same seat and waiting for the next set of instructions. Is that clear, kitten?"

He took a fistfull of her hair and her jaw immediately released the suction she was kept on his cock in order to respond with a breathy, "Yes, Sir."

He continued to pull her by the hair until she sat straight up in her seat and then released her. He reached down and retrieved her purse. She watched him reach into the bag, wondering what he had snuck into her purse when she wasn't looking. First thing to emerge was her red leather collar. It had a metal ring at its center that they used to secure her to a second ring bolted to the floor at home. The moment the she recognized it, Kitten was already reaching up to pull her hair up and out of the way. She heard someone to her right say she was trained well and she couldn't keep the smile off her face.

Once the collar was in place and secured, he reached into the bag again. The second item was one she hadn't seen in their collection of toys before. It very much looked like a butt plug but it was silicone....and hollow through the middle.

She heard Sir speaking but the idea of using a new toy had her a little distracted. He snapped his fingers inches away from her face and her focus returned to his face. He took his chin in her hands and leaned in closely. "Make me repeat myself again tonight and you won't be able to cum tonight. Do you understand me?"

She suppressed the urge to be a brat and elected to gasp instead. The gasp turned into a pout and she finally said, "Yes, Sir."

"As I was saying," Sir continued, "You're going to take this plug with you to the bathroom. Take the one that's in your ass out and replace it with this one. Once you're ready to rejoin us, come right back to this seat and wait for the next instruction." Her eyes regarded the plug skeptically and her doubt must have been plain to see as Sir quickly followed with, "Yes, it is bigger but I know you can make it work. I've seen you take thicker things in your ass and beg for more." He placed the plug in her hand and she stood to find the bathroom. One of the men was kind enough to point to a door on the other side of the auditorium and explained that was a bathroom she could use without being disturbed.

As she moved past Sir in his seat, she realized she'd have to strut the gauntlet, so to speak. She finally got to count them and in addition to Sir, there were 12 men in that theater. All of them interested in what she had to offer. She walked slowly past one man, then another, each one assessing her from head to toe. No one made an effort to touch her as she passed them and eventually she cleared the congregation without incident. She walked slowly initially to see if she could overhear whatever Sir had planned to share with the group.

"Also," his voice boomed from the front of the theater, "You have 10 minutes to get back in this seat so...don't dawdle."

The clock was now ticking and she no longer had the luxury of dragging her feet. She quickened her pace and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her just in case.