John Carrington stood at his podium, his polo shirt smelling of fake butter and his khakis stained by some long forgotten large drink. A worn piece of paper lay in front of him detailing when each movie began and ended. The doodles at the bottom illustrated what a long, dull day it had been. He ached to be anywhere but at work tearing tickets.
"Down the left hall in Auditorium five, thanks. Enjoy your show," he said cheerfully.
He wanted sex badly. It was the exact opposite of what he was doing now. He would be lying down, not standing for hours on end. He wouldn't have to pretend to be enjoying himself. He wouldn't mind doing that for several hours instead. The more he thought about it, the more he ached for release he couldn't have for at least another couple of hours.
"Your movie will be in Auditorium twelve down the right hall, sir. Enjoy your show."
The ghost of wild, passionate sex haunted his thoughts. It lurked in the quiet corners of his mind, waiting to jump out at the most unexpected time. He glanced around the lobby for any messes or customers, and then to concession for any cleaning they may need done. Trisha was working today. She was five foot six, brown hair, brown eyes. Her c-cup chest suited her thin frame well. She was pretty cute in her own way, but in John's current state of mind, she was the sexiest thing alive.
Her gorgeous tits jiggled as she slid her faded polo shirt from her pale body. Her sweet nipples perked up as John caressed them with his lips, tasting their intoxicating warmth.
Desperate moans dripped from her lips like the juices from her wet pussy. "Oh, fuck me, John. Please."
John tore the little boy's ticket and directed him to his theater. "Focus," he told himself. "Just get through your shift and then you can go home and jerk off like a madman. You just gotta get through your shift first." His lectures didn't do him much good. He was burning with lust right now.
His cock thrust into Trisha's dripping young pussy. Her flawless nude body beaded with sweat as she took in every inch of his six inch dick. He could see her tits pressed against the glass through the mirrors in the candy counter, which only made him fuck her harder. Her moans were invigorating as she-
"Down the hall in auditorium seven. Enjoy your show." The elderly couple walked on, blissfully unaware that the real cause of John's cheerful nature was not a love for the job, but a particularly steamy fantasy.
Trisha's long legs pointed skyward as she lay on the counter. The elderly couple looked on in shock as John pounded his dick into her tight body, lubricating his cock with buttery topping.
"That's disgusting," he thought to himself.
He pounded his dick into her tight body, his cock lubricated with Trisha's saliva left after a long blowjob. He tongued her clit as he ravished her body without even contemplating the physical impossibility of such an act. Her d-cups shook back and forth in rhythm to the thrust of his aching prick.
He stared into the game room trying to distract himself, to keep his mind on work. He counted the different varieties of prizes and tried to average their ticket cost. Snakes were four hundred tickets. Puppets were two hundred tickets. The black-light CD tower was five thousand tickets.
Trisha was ten thousand tickets. She sat on the prize counter, beautifully nude. One hand pinched and fondled her double d breasts as the other fingered her shaved slit. "Come on, Johnny. Don't you wanna win me? Just a few tickets, baby, and I'll swallow every inch of that twelve inch cock of yours."
"Down the left hall in ten... or... sorry. Right hall in ten. I got a little confused for a second there." The married couple made their way down the right hall with their two small children in tow.
"Stop thinking about Trisha," he scolded himself. "You've got a job to do and if you keep getting distracted, you'll eventually let something slip, and then there goes your job. Is that what you want?" He continued the lecture to himself, but his mind wandered and ignored most of it.
