Until I found the right man to screw me, I indulged in short, but sweet adventures. The plots were becoming more appealing to me. I looked for the different thrill, longed for games with something unexpected. A cutie offered me precisely that – to lick me at an atypical place. I thought of giving him one condition, since giving a limitation sounded interesting to me. I agreed him to lick me, but without penetrating me. The idea was for it to take place at a movie theater, during the film.
We went to a mall, had coffee and talked. Then we checked the movies being shown and wondered which one would have the least number of people. We chose the colorful 3D animation. It was uncomfortable to have amongst us a few mothers with kids, who were like a deterrent to me. But the other theaters were packed, so the choice was clear.
I anxiously took the risk, my heart was beating violently. We went into the theater and planted ourselves all the way in the back. Three mothers with kids took their places, but they were far from us. The previews began. The lights went out, it got dark. The people were far, but I wasn’t at ease. That, however intensified the thrill in me. I felt my dampness. I had a white dress, pantyhose, a coat and boots with a high heel on.
His hand slid up my thigh. I almost jumped but assured him there was no problem. I was so worked up and torn between proper and improper, that when he caressed the warm place between my thighs, I sighed resoundly. I lifted my bum to allow him to pull my pantyhose down. Underneath I had thigh highs. Even when it was cold, I loved to dress erotically. He began to caress my thighs, slowly lifted the dress. He kneeled between my legs and stuck his head there. He moved my thong aside and his tongue sank… I moaned…
The movie was starting, the rest of the audience was watching. During the quiet moments I was careful not to exclaim. He was licking me voraciously. The slickness was palpable.
I lifted my bum and his hands pulled the undies down. I was opening my thighs as far as I could. I half-closed my eyes and quietly moaned, the arousal blending with the thudding sounds of the movie. The darkness was covering the man’s deeds, fallen on his knees in front of the female wet flower, thirstily drinking its juices. I knew how sweet my taste was and was intoxicated realizing how much power my flower had. Men, enchanted-like were coming down on it. And this honey had fallen into my webs. I felt the passion he was licking me with, his tongue sucking my labia, then the clit, tucking it inside, until an abundant mess appeared there below, seemingly impelling him even more.
He became frisky, pressing me more and more, nearly nailing me to the seat, my legs pressing against the seat rests until painful. Suddenly he pulled back and my soaked slit was pierced by his fingers.
I moaned, recalled where I was and looked around, but the movie kept rolling and there was no indication anyone had heard me. Then the stud pulled me back, turned me over, ass facing out. My body was soft like putty, given up, and ready. If he nailed his dick into my slit, I would be powerless to oppose him, regardless of our agreement….
From “Perverse games” by Ema Tomova
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