Curiosity overwhelmed me about a local bookstore that was known for having a rowdy adult theater inside. I joined their forum and began to understand the ins and outs, even becoming online pals with some members. It inspired me to write this story...
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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 imagining 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. "You both need to share," 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 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.
