The adult cinema was no place for a married mother of two to be on her own, especially on the busiest night of the week. But the website promised a world unto itself, a place where fantasies became reality and desires were laid bare. And I could no longer ignore the nagging need and curiosity to explore.
At thirty-five, I was no stranger to my darkest fantasies, but tonight was different. Tonight, I was going to pretend I was not a married mother of two, and live out a fantasy that I had harboured for many years. One that involved countless men and my most prized assets... my voluptuous breasts.
Clothed in a sexy black, mini, halter dress, that hugged my curvaceous figure and showcased my cleavage provocatively, a dress that would soon be discarded, I took small steps towards the rear of the cinema. Head up, body straight, chest thrust forwards, each strike of my four-inch heels sending tension and tingles up my spine.
I felt my pale skin glowing and my blue eyes widening at the attention I began to draw. Through the lace trimmed masquerade mask on my face, I could see the curious hunger in their eyes, skirting up and down my figure, lingering on my bust, as I travelled with my long, brown hair falling down my shoulders in layers of soft, silky waves.
I was no catwalk model, no celebrity, I wasn't even the most attractive woman in the street, but I was alone, very alone, and I was dressed for fun, for unbridled adult only fun. I cast a smile laced with nerves and mischief at the group of men examining me, then disappeared into a small room.
I had arranged everything meticulously. I contacted the owner of the cinema weeks in advance, a discreet man who understood the nature of my fantasy, who agreed to organise such an experience for me. An unlimited number of men were going to enjoy my breasts, shove their hard cocks between my soft flesh and then cover them in their hot cum, until they had nothing left.
Harvey, the cinema owner, greeted me with a warm smile. He was a tall, rugged man in his fifties, with short dark hair and a set of mischievous green eyes that complimented his smile. His commanding yet gentle presence made me feel safer than I otherwise would have felt. He held a length of silk, instructing me to remove my mask.
"Are you ready?" he asked, in a deep and reassuring voice.
"Yes," I nodded, my breath and heartbeat increasing rapidly as I removed the mask and put it down. I was terrifyingly aroused beyond my wildest imagination.
"You have beautiful eyes," he said.
"Thank you," I blushed at his compliment. It felt genuine and respectful, despite what I was there to do, what he had organised.
Harvey placed the blindfold over my eyes and tied it securely behind my head, plunging me into total darkness. I then allowed him to bind my hands behind my back with another length of silk. A deep sigh of trepidation escaped me. I was about to be presented to God knows how many men.
"Follow me," he instructed, guiding me by the elbow.
The distinct sound of my stiletto heels began to strike the floor again, as Harvey guided me deeper and carefully into the cinema. Blinded to my surroundings, my senses were suddenly on high alert, so sensitive. I could hear little whispers and murmurs, smell the heavy mix of masculine fragrances, anticipation, and lust in the air around me.
Body trembling, heart pounding, legs like jelly, and my temperature soaring, I wondered if it was too late to back out. But then Harvey suddenly sat me down on a leather recliner, the cool fabric a welcome sensation against my flushed skin. Oh boy, could I have done with a few stiff drinks first.
"Ok, gentleman," his voice echoed above the rustling, the whispers, and murmurs. Then silence. "As I'm sure you've already noticed, our very special guest has arrived."
A loud, collective cheer went up, making me blush and giggle with extreme nervous excitement. I tried to compose myself but I could feel their eyes on me, burning into my soft valley of cleavage. My large breasts rose and fell with my deep breathing. Even with the blindfold on, I could picture their eager faces. I could certainly feel and smell their eagerness. I was surrounded by a pack of wolves, and I had just walked into their den.
"Remember the rules, gentlemen. Only her tits. They're big enough," Harvey chuckled, sending a tremor through my body. "Touch them, suck them, fuck them, or beat off over them, if you're shy. Just make sure you cover them in the good stuff. That's what the lady came here for. Isn't that right?" Harvey tapped me on the shoulder.
"What are you waiting for, guys?" I giggled nervously, foolishly saying the first thing that came into my head.
Despite inviting them to start, the first touch came without warning. A pair of strong hands cupped my breasts through the fabric of my dress, causing me to gasp then giggle, and my nipples to instantly harden and protrude, which somebody was only too happy to point out at my embarrassment.
"Oh yeah," a man groaned, his hands firm and steady. "A lovely pair of big tits," he added, pulling the front of the halter dress apart, exposing my breasts and taut nipples to the room. "Mmm... so soft and stacked."
"She's hot," another voice moaned, as somebody lifted the halter over my head and pulled the dress down around my waist.
"Stand her up and take the dress off," a softer, younger sounding voice said.
"Remember, no touching below the waist!" Harvey's voice warned. A welcome relief.
My body trembled as two men helped me to my feet, and a third pulled the dress down my legs, my skin tingling with excitement as I was helped to step out of it, leaving me standing in just high heels and a lace thong.
"Oh, she's beautiful," a deep, mature voice commented. "Now, let's get those beauties oiled up."
Hands, so many hands, from soft and tender, to rough and calloused, began to grope my breasts and tease my nipples, massaging my flesh. I heard a bottle open, filing my nostrils with the scent of lavender as it was poured over my chest. The cool liquid made me gasp before it warmed on my skin as it was spread across my breasts.
"Damn, they're perfect," another voice said, rough with lust and desire. "So heavy."
I bit down on my lower lip, my body arching towards the men slightly as their hands worked in unison, their touches ranging from gentle to rough, and somewhere in between, but all demanding. I felt my breasts being lifted, pulled, and squeezed. The oil made their movements smoother, more intimate... and me to forget myself.
I was somebody's wife, somebody's mother, an elegant, sophisticated lady to the outside world, but inside the adult cinema, I was no longer any of those things. I was no longer Jemma. I was an object of desire, their toy, their slut. I truly was in a world unto itself, in a place where my fantasy was becoming a reality, and where my desires were about to be laid bare. This could never be undone.
"Yeah," a deep, gravelly voice growled. "That's what I call a real woman. Great tits."
I felt an intoxicating mix of sensations against my smooth skin and throughout my body as the men moved around me, taking it in turns to enjoy my breasts, pull, tweak and twist my nipples. My pussy was dripping wet with lust, but that was out of bounds.
