This story and all of the character belong to me. That’s my copyright statement, not that I think anyone would want to take them. I don’t advocate any of the acts in this story. Unprotected sex, especially this variety, is extremely irresponsible and unconscionable. But, this is fiction, where’s there is no HIV and no STIs unless you write them in, so keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy it.
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It’s dark and slightly humid when she enters, the air thick with the musk of countless loads of semen. She stands along the back wall for nearly half an hour, thinking of the smirk on the cashier’s face as she bought the ticket. A single woman, no man by her side as she ducks into the dingy swinging metal doors, wearing a short skirt and top cropped just high enough to bare an inch of her belly. She imagines she’s a bit of an anomaly here, a fact reinforced as she watches three drag queens slide through the shadows, enticing the men scattered through the darkness. Their movements are almost more interesting than the sight on the screen.
Almost, but not entirely. There, splashed large against the front wall, is a woman on all fours. A man is behind her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with insane ease as she cries out in pleasure and claws at the carpet. Her noises are interrupted only occasionally by the man’s grunts, by his muttered, curt demands, and by the slap of their skin together.
For reasons she can’t quite define, the sight of the wigged heads bobbing up and down over anonymous laps is, however, in another way more enticing. More real, more dirty, and she wonders what that feels like. To solicit anonymous sexual contact, not for money but for the sheer pleasure of it. For the sheer pleasure of sucking cock, of maybe getting fucked.
She intends to find out soon enough. It’s why she came, after all. Why she drove nearly an hour away from her home to a city where she’s not known, why she researched until she found this theatre. Six months… that’s how long it took her to work up her nerve. She drove up numerous times, circling by the front of the building but, at the last moment, unable to bring herself to go in. This time, though, she parked her car, got out, and bought a ticket. And now here she stands, the lone female lost in the darkness behind a crowd of horny, aroused men. She’s not sure her presence has been noted yet. She slid in like a phantom, hid herself like a chameleon.
The movements of the drag queens continue to mesmerize her. She watches them, maps their routine. Circle the room and spot a target first, then ease into the empty seat beside the man chosen. Eyes forward, one hand will make the initial foray, usually aiming straight for the man’s cock. There is then either acceptance or rejection. For those batted away, it is simply on to new prey. No hard feelings and no drama, just another circle around the theatre until someone else is identified. If the advance is accepted, then one of three things happens. Option one… the drag queen’s head disappears, only to reappear at regular intervals for a minute or perhaps two. Most don’t take much longer than that. These men aren’t concerned with longevity or stamina. The mission is to cum and cum quickly, which all do. Option two… the couple gets up and walks over to the wall. Here the man will lean against the wall and the drag queen will drop to the ground in front of him. She likes this option, because it gives her more to watch.
Option three is a bit of a mystery to her. Here, the men will disappear into the bathroom. She doesn’t know what they do there, doesn’t know whether it’s simply yet another blowjob, delivered this time in relative privacy, or if the bathroom is reserved for fucking.
Not that anything’s private, really. Those who choose the wall almost immediately attract attention. Thirty seconds after choosing a position, they are beset. Men flock, drawn like a herd of ravenous, mindless animals, hands immediately reaching into their pants to pull out their cocks, hoping to be next. Some attempt to push their way into the oral action, others attempt to use it as an opportunity to slide their cock into a hopefully willing ass. Most are turned away.
In her mind, she puts herself in that position. She thinks about what it would be like, to be surrounded by hard, willing cocks. She thinks about strangers pawing her in the darkness, trying desperately to position her body for their use. She thinks about feeling a faceless cock slide into her pussy or her ass as another pumps into her mouth, and she’s already so wet that her pussy lips slide against one another with such ease that she’s almost embarrassed.
She’s not sure if she’s ready for that, but isn’t yet disturbed enough to leave. Part of her wants to try something. After all, she’s made it this far. She’s entered the theatre, has paid her fee.
The door creaks open and she shrinks back into the darkness, hiding once again. The man who walks past her, unseeing, is tall. He has close-cropped hair and dark skin, face shadowed by stubble. He’s lean, with a long, lanky body, and she’s instantly drawn to him. Something about his white vee neck tee-shirt and worn jeans appeals to her. He is handsome, in a casual and disheveled way.
Not long after he sits, one of the drag queens slides into the chair next to him. The advance is rebuffed, and, at her perch against the wall, she breathes a sigh of relief. For long moments after that, she watches his broad shoulders, highlighted by the flickering light from the screen.
Something in her makes a decision, and before she realizes what she’s doing, she’s easing out of the darkness. Heads turn, then do a double take, as she walks by, and some of the men mumble invitations. She ignores them, instead making her way steadily toward the man. Brushing the seat with a kleenex she has brought, she sits next to him, aware of the way his body instantly stiffens. He glances at her briefly, and when their eyes meet she sees a bright flicker of surprise. She blushes, then looks away, her hand landing lightly on his knee. When it is not brushed away, she trails her hand upward, fingers soon tracing over the length of the bulge in his crotch. Through the thick fabric of his jeans, she maps his outline, pleased by the thickness of his cock, by its length.
She smiles when she feels him shift in his seat, and flicks open the line of buttons holding his pants together with an ease that surprises her. He is wearing boxer briefs underneath, and ever so gently she eases them over his cock, pushing them down underneath his balls, leaving them and his cock free. Almost amazed with herself, thinking of how far she’s come in such a short span of time, she hesitantly wraps her hand around his shaft, slowly sliding it up and down. He moans softly and, emboldened, she slips her hand down to his balls, fondling them. They are heavy and hot, covered with a soft, sparse layer of hair. She weighs them in her palm, rolls them between her fingers, traces patterns on the skin. He moans again, and then, without warning, slides a hand behind her head, pushing her down.
She resists for a second, but something about the force of his hand on the back of her head, purposefully pushing her down, is exciting. Very exciting, and she slides back in her chair so that she can take the head of his cock in her mouth. It’s large, and heavy on her tongue, and she takes a second to become used to the taste of him. Soon she begins to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she slides his shaft over her tongue, her mouth a warm, wet cavern around him. She loves the way she feels – slutty – with the slurps she makes as she sucks him almost deafening in her ears. His hand is still against the back of her head, guiding her, sometimes pushing her down farther than she would have gone on her own. The forcefulness arouses her even more, and she moans, the noise vibrating through his cock.
It is enough, apparently, to send him over the edge because, without warning, she feels a spurt of thick, hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She nearly gags, the sensation unexpected, and before she has time to think about it, she is swallowing the thick, viscous liquid. It slides slowly down her throat, spurt after thick spurt, and though she is not sure why, she continues to suck as he relaxes, as his cock begins to soften.
When she finally pulls free with a pop, she’s sure her cheeks are blazing red with embarrassment. She’s not sure what came over her, and the feel of the stranger’s cum in her belly is as heavy as lead. Despite that, she’s more aroused than she can remember.
“How much?”
His words startle her, his voice scratchy and low, and she turns to look at him, confused.
“I’m sorry?” she asks, almost laughing at the prim tone of her voice.
