Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend.
I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20, if that. She wasn't beautiful, but was definitely not unattractive. At 5'6" with a slender waist and ample 36 D tits with long curly strawberry hair, she could be stunning at times.
Heather had a serious lack of confidence and I was a shy older man, so it took a while for innocent flirting to develop into both of us using any excuse possible to be away for a day or two at a time. We were always holed up in a motel somewhere.
Soon, we were talking about our fantasies and telling stories while we fucked. It seemed we were both probing to see how far the other was willing to go. I soon found that she had her limits. And I liked to push her past them.
She liked to be called a slut when we fucked, but hated to be called a whore. So, I started to whisper whore in her ear. In order to reinforce it, I told her how it would turn me on if she fucked someone for money. She was from a racist family, and although she wasn't, she was not into black guys. So, I pushed her into them. She had a steady diet of one black guy after another.
She didn't like the idea of cuckolding me, so I pushed her to find a guy that she liked, but made it hard for her to be in control. It was always drama. I would push her to spend the weekend in Philadelphia at his house, and then call her and tell her she was a slut and didn't care about me.
I don't think I realized I was doing any of this at the time, but looking back that is exactly what I was doing.
On the way to Baltimore, there is an adult bookstore with the sleaziest porn theater you have ever seen in the rear. The theater is dark, with 4 rooms connected by a common hallway. 2 rooms have standard "straight" porn while two of them have gay porn. There are sofas and chairs arranged in these rooms facing the big screen TV's displaying the porn.
I can't tell you how bad this furniture looked, because I never saw it in the light. I know, I felt skeezy just touching it. And the guys that went in there weren't a whole lot better.
Heather and I had talked about wanting to go up there together. She wanted to fuck while we were watched. She also wanted to go into a gloryhole booth together and watch me suck cock. I told her I loved to watch her suck cock. Every time I got her to give in to something else, I pushed a little further. She was eventually nervous because our plans had morphed into me presenting her to a room full of strangers.
While she was getting dressed, I was making suggestions as to what she should wear. I knew that I needed to guide her rather than try to control her. She would pick a pair of jeans and I would tell her that was fine, but at the same time would be holding a very short black skirt. She asked if I liked that better and when I said yes, she chose it.
She liked the top I chose. It was a white ¾ sleeve button up shirt that always looked great with that skirt. She normally wore it with a black Victoria's Secret push up bra and only had one button fastened on the shirt. Her tits were glorious and so wonderfully exposed I loved when she wore it because I loved watching everybody stare at her whether they wanted to or not. Leering looks from men caused me to smile. Disapproving looks from women caused us to giggle.
I loved her being a slut and I loved her looking like a slut.
But this day, there was no bra because I wanted to be able to get her tits out more easily. We ended up buttoning a few buttons below her tits to act as support, but the upper buttons were undone.
With her short black skirt white shirt she wore black stripper heels. She was taller than me, with her long curly red hair, long legs and perfect tits and looked like a perfect slut as we walked in to Bush River Adult Bookstore and Theater.
We paid our 10 dollar admittance to the theater (women got in free naturally) and started in. She was hesitant and holding my hand. I didn't pull her, but walked just far enough ahead that my hand was leading her. I told her it would be all right and we would stop if it got to be too much for her, but I knew that it was not going to be me that stopped it unless it got out of control.
Bush River's theater is the seediest place ever. It has four rooms, each with a big screen projection TV playing a looped DVD. 2 rooms playing "straight" movies and 2 rooms play "gay" movies. We chose the furthest of the "straight" rooms.
The room had two rows of couches and the door by the wall was lined with recliners. The upholstery was in terrible condition and I am sure that an inspection under light would reveal, well... you wouldn't want to see it in the light.
There were probably ten people in there. They were all male. It was mostly older men watching the movie or watching the guy on his knees sucking another's dick in the back corner. But, they all took notice of Heather when we walked in.
All eyes were on her as we sat in the two recliners closest to the door. I was nervous because I didn't know how I was going to get this started. I could tell how nervous because she didn't want to be there. She was only there because I wanted it.
So, we watched the movie holding hands for a few minutes. I saw everyone waiting to see what was going to happen next, so I started it.
I took her hand and guided her to my lap. She was a perfect fit. If ever a girl had been molded to fit someone, it was her for me. When we walked and I put my arm around her, the curve of her hips perfectly supported my arm. When we slept and curled up around each other, her waist made the perfect place for my arms to pass around her. When she sat in my lap, her ass would grind against my cock and my face would be right at her neck.
And again, it was so. She couldn't help it. She could feel my hard cock pressing into her ass and she started to move as I began to kiss her neck and felt her glorious mane in my face. I bit and nibbled and kissed her neck and whispered to her that I loved her being a slut and it was so hot.
My hands began to caress her stomach and up to the bottom of her tits. She slid forward slightly, and reached around behind her to pull my cock out. I helped her with that, because it kept her distracted from the fact that the other men were moving closer for a better view.
I could see some of them had their cocks out in their hands jerking off, while others just watched.
I reached for the uppermost closed button on her shirt to open it, and her hand brushed mine away slightly. I acted as if I didn't notice and unbuttoned it anyway. Then I played with her tits while she slowly stroked my cock.
I opened the next button, and she didn't resist, but I noticed her eyes were now closed. She was resigned to almost anything I wanted. So I took the opportunity to push some more.
I unbuttoned the last button on her shirt and let those beautiful tits tumble out. I knew she wasn't looking, so as I began to tease them, I whispered in her ear "You should look. They are all watching you. They know you are a slut and they want to know what's going to happen next"
