Paul left a big tip for their waiter. It was the best service he had received in years, and by the look in Linda's eyes, she wholly agreed. The meal was pleasant, as was the conversation that accompanied it. They left feeling all around relaxed and content with the night, but it wasn't over yet.
She fell into her customary step behind him and to the right as he lead them to his car. She knew where they were going immediately when he pulled down a side street and turned into a gravel parking lot. It was a large, old building. The outside was in disrepair, and the inside wasn't much better. But it was perfect for the people that frequented this establishment.
There was a single, unmarked door leading inside. Paul had brought her here twice before, and as they walked into the adult store, it looked exactly as it had in the past. It was filled with a maze of shelves packed with all forms of books and sexual aids and toys. Neither of them gave the store more than a glance. Paul led them to the back counter.
"Two," he said to the weasel-looking man that sat on an old stool behind the counter and tossed a bill forward. He was scrawny and badly groomed, a perfect fit in this store. The man scooped it up and grabbed two tokens from some unseen compartment and dropped them in front of Paul. His eyes almost drooled as he tried to drink in as much as her could of Linda's body. He smiled a sickly smile at her, clearly remembering her from the times before.
Paul gave the man a disgusted glance and walked towards the side door. He handed both tokens to the man standing there and passed through with Linda hurrying behind on her heels. She was used to men looking at her, but the way the man did behind the counter gave her the creeps. The door led into a hall which connected the store to the area that dominated most of the building; an adult theatre.
Paul liked it here because it was out of the way, run down, and unlikely to ever attract anyone he knew. It played a lot of underground movies that were hard to find anywhere else, but it was also a place where two people could do pretty much anything without any trouble. Their previous encounters here had been wild and uninhibited public sessions and Linda had no reason to doubt this would be any different. Paul was in a public mood that night, and they would certainly be giving the rest of the audience a show.
The movie was just starting when they slipped into the theatre. From the bright screen, they could see at least a dozen others, all men, scattered throughout. Paul led them down the empty back row away from everyone else and they dropped into their seats.
It was a low budget movie, and looked liked it had been filmed with a cheap camcorder, but it wasn't quality that brought people here, it was content. The film was a BDSM flick, and started right into the action of a woman in a dungeon being tortured and tormented by a man dressed completely in leather.
They watched intently for nearly ten minutes while Linda squirmed in her seat. The movie was mercifully without any pretense of a rehearsed script, and the Dom was surprising proficient with the tools and devices he used to bring his bound slave to scream. Linda was getting wet from thoughts of past sessions with Paul, and he was getting hard from the same.
"Master," she whispered in Paul's ear as she snuggled up against him, "may I touch myself. I'm so hot from watching this and thinking of you."
"No," Paul said flatly. "Sit still."
She frowned but settled back into her seat and watched. The man on the screen was forcing a huge, strap-on dildo into the slave's cunt. She was crying at the forced entry of the large toy, but the Dom was merciless and continued to push until it was entirely inside of her, and hooked the straps on so it would not fall out. Forcing her to bend over, he began slapping her face with his cock while she waited helplessly.
"Pet," Paul said without taking his eyes off the screen. "You did a good job on my cock at the restaurant, but I think you can do better. Suck me right now."
Linda's eyes glowed as she smiled from ear to ear. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," she giggled. Her hand dove to his crotch, but he didn't even look at her as she fumbled at his zipper and pulled it down. His pants were loose enough that she could reach inside and fish his hard cock out without much restriction.
Linda looked first into her Master's eyes as he watched the screen before turning to his hard, throbbing cock. She ran her hand up and down its length, rolling his balls in her fingers when she reached the base, and finally repositioned herself on her seat. She was able to bend over easily and take his cock into her mouth. Paul moaned as her mouth slid over the head of his cock. His eyes may have been on the screen, but his mind and body belonged to the sensations in his cock. There was no need to rush. They were in public, but it was a porn theatre, and at the back of the dark rows of seats, they were as good as being alone. She took her time working over her cock with her mouth and hands, slurping loudly. She trusted the noise of the movie to mask her oral pleasuring.
She felt movement beside her and knew that someone had taken a seat close to her. She didn't realize that the stranger had seen the off screen action and had seated himself right beside her. The man was plain looking, but cleanly dressed and freshly shaved. From where he sat, he had a clear view of Linda's tight ass and wet cunt as she leaned over the armrest to please her Master. Bent partially over, her full breasts pressed against the thin material of her dress, giving a clear outline of her hard nipples.
The man stared at her ass and cunt for long minutes. He could smell her wetness. He finally turned to watch in awe as she handled the nine-inch cock of the man beside her. He had been to a few different theatres, and had seen public sex displays. Most of them were just young kids doing a quickie for thrills. This was a blatant, meticulous session between two people who didn't care. He finally looked into the other man's eyes, and was surprised to find him looking back with curious scrutiny.
The newcomer could feel Paul's authority, both in his expensive dress and the strength of his gaze. It was almost a challenge. The man licked his lips and slowly gestured towards Linda's exposed ass. Paul looked the man over and raised his eyebrows. The man gestured again, almost pleading with his shaking hand. Paul smiled slighted and nodded once.
The man's heart raced. It was a perfect ass he was looking at, a delicious cunt, and he desperately wanted to touch both. He reached out carefully, and moved his hand greedily towards her cunt. His fingers touched her wetness, and one finger slipped in to the first knuckle before she gasped and sat up. There was rage in her eyes as she turned to the man.
"Fuck off asshole!" she snapped at him. "Don't fucking touch me."
Paul's hand slapping off of her nipple caught her by surprised and she turned to him in fear. "I gave him permission, pet," he said sharply. Linda lowered her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master," she whimpered. The man stared in awe at the interaction between the two. It was almost a scene mirrored directly from the movie playing on the screen.
"Who does your body belong to?"
"You, Master. I'm sorry, Master. I didn't know."
"You were very rude to someone I have given permission to. That is not the way my slave treats people who have my permission to touch you."
"I know, Master." She hung her head, both ashamed and excited.
