It had been a frustrating night at Fantasyland in Tampa. I had spent the evening drifting between both locations. FL2 had been unusually quiet while the original store had seen more than a few couples throughout the night. Most of them, however, hung out for a short time, didn't play and then left. A few had grabbed a single guy for some private room play, but even those encounters were quick.
 |
| Obviously, not our lady, but you get the idea |
They stood in an open area of the main theater room, taking in the sights around them. Frankly, there was little to see. There was a couple in the fishbowl room, teasing the spectators lining the glass; a few bored-looking couples and a sea of single men, many of whom began circling the newcomers like sharks contemplating their attack.
Given her obvious discomfort - and lack of a seat - I expected them to bolt. I stood and gestured toward them, indicating that they could take my spot and moved toward the back corner of the room, toward the doorway to a smaller room that held a couch and a TV. They made their way around the back, heading to my offered seat, but when he noticed the doorway he paused and looked inside.
"Can we go in there?" he asked.
I nodded and he turned to her for an opinion. Frankly, I think she would have gone into a closet at that point, just to get away from the crowd. Especially those who were following them around the room.
He ducked inside with her pasted to his side. The guys began to follow.
"OK, that's enough," he said when he realized that the rush wouldn't stop, no matter how small the room was. He looked at me and added, "Close the door."
I did, with me and another half dozen guys inside. Tight quarters for such a small place.
The couple sat down and she seemed to relax a little.
"We'll just give them a little show, like we talked about, OK?"
She nodded and I thought I could see the slightest hint of a smile as she did. He kissed her and drew her hand to his pants. She needed no more coaxing from that point. As they made out she rubbed his dick through the fabric and he responded quickly to her touch. She broke from the kiss long enough to unsnap his pants, lower his fly and release his cock. She began to stroke it as they made out some more.
Eventually, she leaned over and took him into her mouth. He was kind enough to move her hair to the side so that we could all see her oral abilities. It was clearly not her first time to give head. She played with his balls as she worked the shaft with her mouth.
"Show them those beautiful titties," he softly instructed.
 |
| Watch this blonde MILF strip here. |
She paused long enough to notice the room now. A few of the guys were exposed and stroking. She took a minute to gaze at each one before returning to her man's cock. Now while she sucked, she looked up from time to time, seeing the effect she was having on those around her.
He eventually laid her back on that small couch, pushing her skirt up as he did. She wore no panties and the slight strip of well-trimmed pubic hair was wispy blonde. He pulled her legs straight into the air, spreading them to reveal her moist slit. Obviously she was warming up to the evening.
He went down on her but her legs quickly tired. He laid her right one on the back of the couch, along the wall, and then tried to determine where to place the left, which was closest to the crowd.
"Hold this." He looked directly at me when he said it and I was more than happy to lend a hand. She shot him a sharp look and he responded to her softly, assuring her that I was just going to hold it.
I did. Her leg was shapely, and ended in a nice pair of leather sandals with wedged heels. I noticed her toenails were painted, and that she smelled amazing. I'm not a "foot guy" but it was hot to be able to participate in their semi-public intimacy. She began to relax as he worked her clit with his tongue and even started to play with her tits as she got closer to orgasm.
The first time she came it was quiet, as though she were trying to be discreet. But we all knew, including the guy who lost his load. A bit of it splashed on the arm of the vinyl couch.
"Dude! What the fuck!" Her man was not pleased. And she was clearly bothered by it. She sat up, covering herself the best she could.
Even though the jizz missed her, it was still aimed in her general direction. The other guys shook their heads, knowing the mood was broken and that show was about to end.
"Clean your shit up and get out." His voice was quiet, almost as though he regretted saying it. Obviously, he wanted to display his beautiful lady, but she wasn't up for as much as some of these boys may have had in mind. They whispered as he found a tissue and removed the evidence.
As he made his way to the door, the others were instructed to follow him. I turned to leave as well.
"Close the door behind them."
I turned, surprised to see that he was looking at me.
"It pays to be a gentleman," he smiled. A line that I've heard more than once in porn theaters. I locked the door and turned to face them again. He reached for her leg and handed it to me again. He returned to his "work" and within a few minutes she was relaxing again.
"Pull you dick out. She likes to watch that shit."
I happily pulled my cock out of my pants, and noticed that her eyes immediately locked on to it. I began to stroke it - for both of our pleasure - while still supporting her leg. Eventually, I just laid it along my chest and shoulder, which brought me even closer to her and allowed me to rub my dick on her thigh. She nodded between breaths and started working on her tits again.
Her man looked up and noticed the proximity of my cock.
"You got that under control, right? I don't want your shit on my head."
I assured him that he was in no danger and he reached for her hand, pulling it toward my cock. She looked tentative at first, so he released her.
"Just touch it. It won't bite."
She shook her head, so he went back to work on her wet pussy. She continued to stare at my cock as I humped her thigh with it. Slowly. Very fucking slowly. She began to move her hand toward me. Eventually, she ran a finger down my shaft. Then two. He noticed again and wrapped her fingers around it. She smiled as she looked at him for several seconds. My dick was little more than a toy for their nervous game, and I was completely fine with that.
"You can touch her if you want."
I looked to her and she nodded, so as he went back to that pussy, I reached for her tits, doing my best to match the moves she had been doing on herself earlier. They were firm and responsive. I alternated between a slight pinch and pull on her nipples and a firm squeeze of the entire boob. I found that gently grasping the nipple with the nails of my thumb and middle finger and tugging upward slightly produced the most visible response. With each tug, her grasp on my cock became more firm. She wasn't stroking. Rather, she was lost in the pleasure that the two of us were bringing her lithe body.
"You wanna suck him?'
She shook her head quickly.
"I think it'd be hot. His dick in your mouth."
"No, baby." Her voice was firm.
"I think it would be hot to see your dick in her mouth," I suggested. More than anything, I didn't want him to push her out the door. She nodded her approval.
He came around behind me, working his way to her head. When he got there he leaned on the back of the loveseat, dropping his cock into her face. She immediately opened her mouth and took it. I watched as she blew him for several minutes. For a while, she got very still and he began to pump, fucking her mouth. She began to whimper as he did, clearly enjoying the moment.
"Rub her pussy." He nodded at it like I didn't know where it was.
She let out a tiny shriek, muffled by his cock. I wasn't sure if that was a positive or negative response, but when I slid my hand down the inside of her thigh, heading for her slit, she did nothing to stop me. I slid my middle finger from the bottom of her slit up the crack and paused at her clit before circling it. I then began to rub it, still stroking my cock on her thigh. I squatted lower so that I could use two fingers to push her lips open, again rubbing from the bottom to the top of her pussy. I continued probing and teasing her slit, lips and clit until she shrieked again in orgasm.
"Fuck me." They were some of the first words she had spoken and her tone was insistent. He pulled her to her feet, motioned for me to sit down and directed her to stand in front of me. He bent her forward, causing her to grab the arm of the loveseat with her left hand and reaching with her right for back. Our faces were inches apart.
"Stroke his dick," he said as he lined up behind her.
She started to respond but before the words could come out he penetrated her from behind, suddenly and firmly. She gasped and reached for my cock. He began to fuck her hard, causing her to further lose her balance. She dropped her head into my lap, and took his assault. My erect dick, now in her hand, brushed the back of her head. I suspect she had turned herself away to keep from "accidentally" tasting my prick.
She didn't stroke. Instead, her grip tightened as she neared another orgasm. By the time she came my dick was nearly in pain and I was actually happy to have her release it.
He motioned for me to get up and had her lay back on the loveseat again.
"He's gonna eat you," he told her.
She looked uncertain. "Just the tongue, OK? Nothing inside."
"I can't wait to taste you," I assured her.
She opened her legs for me and he knelt beside her, kissing her and whispering dirty, encouraging words in her ear.
"You wanted that, didn't you? He feels good, right? Licking your pussy. He's gonna get it ready for me to fuck you again. Harder this time. My cock is gonna split you deep, but first I want you to feel his tongue. He's gonna make you cum, just like that, isn't he baby? You like his tongue on that nasty pussy of yours. You want more of it, right. I should open that door and let them all see my sweet baby slut, spread out for him, grinding her cunt into his face."
Eventually, he straddled her face, fucking her mouth again as I continued to eat her. One minute fluttering my tongue on her clit, the next sucking it gently between my lips. When she came I assumed I was done and that he would fuck her again. But he had other ideas.
"Baby, he's gonna fuck your clit. Not your pussy. Just your clit." Then he directed his words to me. "Just slide it up and down her slit. You know."
I did indeed, as I I "fucked" her slit, pushing my cock downward into her clit with each pass she began to push up into me, matching my rhythm. At a point, she closed her legs, trapping my cock between her thighs. She was wet, and slick and fucking amazing. Her man reminded me more than once not to fuck her and I restrained. But I did shoot my load up her belly when I could take it no more.
I fell into a folding a chair next to the TV and watched the two of them finish. They worked through a couple of positions, and she looked directly into my eyes through most of it. He finished by blowing his load down her long throat while she swallowed every drop.
We spent the next 15 minutes, naked and sweaty, chatting like old friends and swapping contact information.
To be clear, this was an unusual night. Unusual for me, as a veteran of porn theaters, because women like that rarely open up that much on a first visit and when they do you have to be lucky SOB to be in the right spot at the right time. Unusual for her because she had never been in an adult theater before and had never played with more than one guy at a time. She was (by her admission) a "monogamist" who was curious about "a little exhibitionism". Curious no more.
No comments:
Post a Comment