AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the last of a three-part series that tells the story of Kristin and Dave’s surprise adventure at an adult theater called The Playhouse. In Part 1, Kristin planned a surprise for Dave. First, she disguised herself and took Dave to an adult theater, where she acted out one of Dave’s long-time fantasies of seeing her with other men. In a video booth fitted with a glory hole, Kristin fulfilled that fantasy by sucking the cocks of four men. For an encore, she fucked the fifth and largest that popped through the hole.
In Part II, Kristin makes another of Dave’s fantasies come true. She had him take a turn at the glory hole, but he wasn’t on the receiving end.
This final chapter goes to places and scenarios I didn’t initially intend to write. The central idea of filling another of Dave’s fantasies is there, but everything else just flowed out of me as I typed. It’s a little over the top and a long read, but it was fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading it.
While it’s not imperative, reading the first two parts before this one is a good idea.
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When Kristin breaks from our kiss, I stare up at her panting. Thoughts hurl themselves around my brain as the reality of all that has happened since we’ve been in this booth sinks in. After sucking my first dick, I’m not the same guy who walked in here.
Kristin holds my stare while she removes the wig she’s been wearing. No longer feeling the need for her disguise, she tosses it into a dark corner before unpinning her long blonde hair. Combing the sweaty mess with her fingers, Kristin lets the long golden strands fall around her face and cascade over her shoulders. She pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head to hold back her silky mane.
She looks like a slutty rockstar who just stepped offstage after an epic performance. Her mascara has left dark trails down her cheeks, and her lipstick is smeared. A sheen of sweat and semen covers Kristin’s skin making her glow in the dingy orange light. Her right breast has pulled free of her sheer black bra. Both nipples remain hard as stone. The knees of her stockings are blown out, and her strappy, black heels are scuffed from her efforts at the glory hole. The hairless crease tucked between her legs is glistening.
Kristen lets out a satisfied sigh. “I think it’s time for a break,” she announces. She looks around the booth for her white-vinyl jacket before snatching it from the floor. Kristin slides it on and secures it loosely with its wide belt. Turning to me, she says, “Get dressed and follow me.”
As she makes her way down the hall of booths, the man I just serviced is waiting for her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I just want to thank you,” he says to her. “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
I emerge from our booth just as Kristin replies to him without breaking her stride, “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but it’s not me you need to thank.”
I avert my eyes and sheepishly hurry past the visibly disappointed man.
All eyes are on Kristin as she struts through the adult bookstore. The remaining patrons gawk like they just spotted a movie star in their hometown grocery store. Her loose jacket reveals quick glimpses of the naked skin beneath.
She’s very aware that she’s the center of attention, and it makes her wet. Man and woman alike cannot take their eyes off her. Kristin has left her inhibitions back in the booth and is reveling in her fully-realized sexuality.
She’ll return to her usual self tomorrow, but tonight she is an erotic force of nature that will inspire many fantasies among those seeing her this way.
“Meet me in the theater. Grab a seat in the front row of the balcony. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes,” Kristin tells me.
As I make my way toward the lobby, I wonder how she knows the theater’s layout. Kristin calls out to me, “Wait! I need your wallet.”
After handing over my wallet with more than a bit of trepidation, I head to the theater while Kristin makes a beeline to the Goth Girl at the counter.
Kristin hasn’t noticed or is pretending not to notice that belt of her jacket has come completely undone. Goth Girl feels the wetness spread between her legs while taking a long look at Kristin’s body.
“Can you do a little shopping for me?” Kristin asks.
Goth Girl replies that she’ll do anything Kristin wants.
Smiling, Kristin says, “do you deliver?”
The other patrons in the store strain to hear as Kristin relays her shopping list to Goth Girl, but the house music pumping through the showroom speakers makes it impossible.
When Kristin finishes, she hands one of my credit cards to the excited cashier. “Feel free to get yourself a little something, too,” Kristin tells Goth Girl before turning on her heels to meet me in the theater.
I find the theater decor matches the red and gold of the lobby. The ornate room has seen better days. The heavy velvet curtains that drape the walls are tattered and sagging. A few of the audience members turn to look at me when the entry door closes with a bang behind me. I do my best not to lock eyes with any of them for fear that they know what I did back in the booth.
The sound of the gangbang playing out on the screen rings in my ears as I take the stairs to the balcony. When I reach the top, there’s a chain across the entry with a reserved sign. Another clue that Kristin has put in a lot of work preparing for tonight. The balcony has three rows with four seats each. I undo the chain, walk down to the front row and sit in the aisle seat.
The balcony wall in front of me is low and topped with a brass railing. I have a perfect view of the screen and the seats below. I clock that most of the audience members are jerking off.
A ring attached to the railing at the end of the aisle catches my attention. “What is that for?” I ask no one while settling in my seat to wait for Kristin.
She startles me when she finally appears. I must have dozed off. Exhaustion is starting to creep in after all of the earlier excitement.
“You’re not tired, are you?” Kristin asks as she plops into the seat next to me. Her jacket falls open around her, and I find myself immediately awake.
“No, of course not. I was just resting my eyes.”
Kristin wraps her arms around my arm next to her and drops her head to my shoulder. “Good,” she says while watching the woman on screen have all her holes filled with cock. “I’m not ready to go home yet.”
We sit and watch the movie for a while. When Kristin feels the familiar tingling of her body, she pulls my hand down to her soaking crotch. My index finger slides down her slit before easily pushing into her hole. It’s not long before I make her cum.
Kristin clamps my hand between her legs and holds my arm tightly, digging her nails into my skin. Several patrons down below look up at the commotion she’s causing. None of them bother to shush her.
The ebb of her orgasm is interrupted by Goth Girl clearing her throat. How long she’s been standing there, we don’t know. The nervous hand near her crotch indicates she has been watching us. In her other hand, she’s carrying a large black plastic bag with The Playhouse logo emblazoned on it.
She bends over at her waist to hand Kristin the bag; her ample bosom nearly spills out from her black leather corset. “I got everything you asked for,” she says breathlessly. “His credit card is in the bag.”
My hand is still trapped between Kristin’s legs when she turns to Goth Girl. “Thank you,” Kristin replies. “Just leave the bag in the aisle. You’ve been a big help.”
Goth Girl stands and traces a finger across her chest while holding Kristin’s gaze. “Please, let me know if there’s any other help I can provide. I’m happy to assist in any way I can.”
I watch Kristin’s face change, and I recognize the look. An idea has just raced through her mind. “Check on us in a little while, if you will,” Kristin tells her. “I just may need your assistance.”
After Goth Girl makes her exit, Kristin stands to retrieve the bag. Acting like she’s wrapping my Christmas presents, she tells me not to look.
Kristin steps behind me and starts rifling through the bag. Then, she begins laying out the contents in an orderly fashion in the aisle. I hear her quietly say, “this will do,” followed by boxes opening and plastic snapping.
“I’m going to put his blindfold on you, and then I want you to stand up,” she tells me.
“What..”
“David,” she only uses my full name when she’s mad or trying to make a point. “This night is not over, and I’m still in charge.” After pausing for several seconds, she continues, “you’ve come a long way tonight. You sucked your first real dick, after all. You even swallowed the cum.”
I blush hard and look away.
“But that’s not your only fantasy when it comes to a real cock, is it?”
Blindfolded, I stand in silence, realizing what she means.
“Do you trust me, David?”
“Yes,” I say, barely above a whisper. I decide right then and there to place myself entirely under Kristin’s control, even though my anxious heart feels like it will burst out of my chest at any moment.
“Good,” she says. I can almost feel the smile spread across her face. “Listen to my instructions and follow them to the letter. Do not speak or ask questions. Do you understand?”
I nod yes in reply.
Kristin sees that my body is trembling. “Good boy. Take two side steps to your left. Then turn around to face me.”
I feel a wave of vertigo when I follow her instructions with the blindfold covering my eyes. I’m aware of the low wall and steep drop behind me, but I manage to steady myself.
Next, she tells me to undress, and when I hesitate, she tells me again more forcibly. I do not hesitate a second time. I toss my clothes haphazardly into our row of seats.
Kristin surveys my naked body and smiles at my once again raging erection. She loves her power over me, especially in such a public setting. “Hold out your hands to me.”
After raising my hands, Kristin places leather cuffs on my wrists. A metallic click sounds loud as she clasps them together.
Satisfied that I am secured, she then guides me by the shoulders to turn me so that I face the movie screen. “Bend over and grab the railing,” she says while placing a reassuring hand on my back to steady me as I do.
My hands grab the cold rail. I sense Kristin move behind me and hear the distinctive sound of a chain. She moves beside me, and I hear a click on the right-hand cuff. I feel Kristin’s hair slide along my body as she squats down between me and the rail. I feel her hot breath near my cock. For one delicious and all-too-brief moment, I sense her face pass by my groin. My hips push forward, desperately seeking connection, but she places a firm hand on my thigh to still me.
Kristin slides the chain through the ring on the railing before attaching it to the other cuff. Locked in place, I’m entirely at her mercy.
After she moves away, I am alone in my darkness, listening to the sexual soundtrack of the movie, oblivious to Kristin’s continued preparations behind me.
I’m shaking from the cold air on my naked skin and a nervousness that’s equal parts anxiety and excitement. Suddenly, a sharp snapping of a plastic cap opening, followed by a wet squirt, grabs my attention.
“Step back,” I hear her say. When I take a tentative step back, she says, “good, now spread your legs apart.”
Once I do, I have to grab the rail tight to maintain a precarious balance. Vulnerability vibrates through my entire being.
Kristin pulls my left asscheek with a slippery hand. She takes a long look at my exposed asshole. “You have such a cute little hole,” she says. “I can’t wait to be inside of it.”
It’s something she says every time she fucks my ass.
She swirls two lubed fingers from her right hand for several rotations around my hole before plunging them inside. The abrupt invasion sends me up on my toes. I gasp loudly just at a quiet moment during the movie below.
I can’t see the several movie watchers who turn to investigate the unexpected noise. All they can see of me are my hands on the rail and the blindfold on my face. They wonder why I’m trying to watch the movie blindfolded.
Kristin takes her time fucking my ass with her fingers, pressing firmly against my prostate. When she slides over my magic button, a little more pre-cum dribbles from me. Every few moments, she stops to add another squirt of lube.
I enjoy what she’s doing to me, but I want her to touch my cock so badly. I can feel the sticky strings of pre-cum break and cling to my legs as my body moves with each thrust of her hand.
When she finally pulls her fingers from my ass, I wiggle my rear almost girlishly, subconsciously begging for her to put them back.
Something hard pushes between my glutes–recognition fires in my brain. Kristin has pegged me many times before, and I know to brace myself for what comes next.
My fingers wrap around the rail tightly as the head of her silicon dick pierces my most private opening. I grit my teeth at the sharp pain of my sphincter, straining to wrap itself around the invading phallus.
She holds it there for a moment and tells me to relax. Kristin knows the pain she’s causing me and uses it to remind me of her power over me. I hear the squirting bottle again as she lubes the dildo’s shaft one last time.
Through heavy breaths, I blush at the realization that this is what Goth Girl had brought her. A picture of Goth Girl smiling her sarcastic smile while holding my credit card in one hand and the dildo in the other flashes through my brain.
“I think this is a little bigger than the one I use to fuck you at home, but I think you can take it,” Kristin states in a business-like tone. “Besides, I need to make sure you’re good and ready.”
Before I can consider that, Kristin places her hands on my hips and bottoms her cock into my ass. The sudden intrusion causes me to grunt loudly, grabbing more people’s attention in the seats below.
Kristin doesn’t bother with her usual slow build-up. She goes to work, pistoning her strapped-on dick in and out of me. Down below, the people who have turned away from the movie are curiously watching my blindfolded face disappear and then reappear over the railing. One man’s curiosity is peaked, so he stands up in his corner seat, hoping for a better view.
Oblivious to the gathering audience, I lose myself in Kristin’s fucking. I’m soon moaning like the woman on screen.
When I’m the one doing the fucking, I rarely make a sound outside calling out her name when I climax, but when she takes me, I’m always vocal. I lose any ability to control the moans and almost feminine whimpers that escape me.
While she fucks me, Kristin is watching a well-endowed man on-screen bang a bent-over pornstar in the ass. He’s pounding her mercilessly, and she cries out in painful ecstasy. Kristin takes her cue and does the same to me. My ignored dick swings violently between my legs as her thighs slap loudly against my backside. My vocals soon echo those of the actress.
Her fingers dig into my hip meat, signaling that her climax is building. Kristin always cums when she fucks my ass. I don’t know if it’s because of the friction of the harness against her clit or the feeling of power she gets from dominating over me. I’ve asked her, but Kristin never gives me the answer. She just smiles instead.
Kristin is capable of giving herself multiple orgasms this way. There have been marathon sessions when she’s had her way with me until she’s completely exhausted. Deep down inside, I’m hoping this is one of those times.
The feeling of being used by her excites me like nothing else. The humiliation of it happening in a public setting adds to the thrill.
The chain binding me to the rail rattles loudly as she quickens her pace. Everyone below is now looking up at us and ignoring the action onscreen. Behind me, Kristin rips off her jacket and yells, “FUCK! YES! OH MY GOD! YES! TAKE IT, YOU FILTHY LITTLE BITCH!”
Something about putting on a cock always brings out the animal in Kristin, and she becomes very fluent in dirty talk. I feel the quake of her legs as a feral pleasure builds in her. She slaps my ass hard when her climax finally breaks loose. Then she takes me by the hips, snatching me back and impales me on her stiff cock. She arches her back as if her rock-hard nipples are trying to blast off. Her pelvis goes into overdrive with all the force she can muster as the base of the dildo bangs heavily against her clit.
Her breath escapes her raggedly as she collapses her sweaty torso onto my back and stays there for a moment until her legs steady. Eventually, she stands and pulls her dick from my abused asshole. Kristin runs the shaft through the cleft of my ass, admiring the way my hole seems to be gasping for air.
When I feel her move to my side, I collapse to my knees. My bound wrists keep me from falling entirely to the floor.
As I work to catch my breath, Kristin stands at the rail in her nakedness and surveys the people below. Her wet cock rests on the railing between her hands. All eyes look up at her as if they’re worshipping a sex goddess on an altar high above. She sees that many are standing with their dicks in their hands. Some are stroking their rods in tribute to her.
Kristin locks eyes with the man who is still standing in his seat. There’s something about him that sets him apart from the others. First of all, his dick is still in his pants and he doesn’t have the look of desperation like the others. Even from a distance, he looks very sure of himself.
She points at him and beckons him to come to the balcony. Many in the audience call out their disappointment for not being the chosen one.
She’s removing her strap-on when he arrives. Kristin quickly places a finger to her lips to stop him from speaking. I still lay in a shackled heap at the rail unaware of his presence.
The man is thin but appears to be well built. The rolled-up sleeves of his open-collared black shirt reveal colorful tattoos. A stack of bracelets dangles from his wrists. He has a wannabe rocker vibe, spiky black hair, and a scraggly soul patch beneath his lips. Kristin wouldn’t usually go for a guy like him, but for the situation she has in mind, he’ll do just fine if he’s willing.
Kristin calls out in the darkness for me to stand up and get back into position. I shake from my daze to comply, summoning my strength as I’m more than ready for her to take me again. Happy that she’s not finished with me yet.
Once I’m where she wants me, she turns to the rocker and nods toward me. He nods back in affirmation. A wicked smile spreads across his face.
“Let me see it,” she says out loud to the man.
I think she means my ass, so I do my best to present it.
Quietly, the man unzips and pulls out his substantial manhood, then winks at her. The word ‘Rocketman’ is tattooed along the shaft.
Kristin wasn’t expecting him to be packing such a substantial package, much less a tattooed one, but she admires all nine inches of it approvingly. “That will do,” she says to him and motions that he should proceed to have his way with me.
I struggle to place the sounds of the popping of his shirt snaps and the unbuckling of his belt. “What is Kristin putting on now,” I think to myself. I feel movement behind me and hear the squirt of the bottle again. I brace myself for what’s to come.
There’s no pain this time as this new well-lubed pole pushes into my opening. Something about it feels different, I think. It feels warmer and even bigger than her first cock. The skin of it feels realistic, and I mistakenly wonder how much it cost me.
I feel someone brush beside me and hear the squeak of a nearby seat as someone sits down. Two clicks against the railing follow. I want to ask if someone is there, but remember Kristin’s earlier instructions not to speak.
Kristin sits in the seat with her heels propped up on the rail. One hand captures a tit while her other goes to her slick pussy. She’s ready to watch the show and nods again to her partner in crime.
I feel a firm grip on my hips and grunt as this new cock penetrates me deeply. The color flushes from my cheeks when I figure out that the meat inside of me is indeed a real one. Kristin arranged for me to lose my oral virginity to a real cock back in the booth. Now she’s seeing that I get taken by a real one from behind.
My soul spins as I wrestle with what’s happening. But, the feel of this real cock interrupts my inner turmoil. With each plunge, I surrender myself little by little until I’ve given into it completely. It doesn’t take as long as I would like to admit to myself.
Sensing my surrender, Rocketman fucks me with more passion. His big balls clang against mine every time he plunges himself into me. When the sweat of his efforts builds on his brow, I feel it when beads of it drop and land on my naked skin.
His grunts and Kristin’s whimpers begin to mingle. I make no sound other than huffing my breath through my clenched jaw.
Kristin clamps her nipple hard as her other fingers rapidly flick against her engorged clit. Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens when she realizes that Rocketman is about to unleash his load inside me.
I feel it when his cock spasms to announce his blast-off. Rocketman and I grunt in unison as the first torrent of his hot cum spurts out of him and into me. He draws his cock back far before slamming it home one last time. He yanks my hips hard, causing me to lose my grip on the rail as his semen floods inside me. The chain pulls the cuffs painfully on my wrists.
Kristin calls out her climax as she watches me being fucked by a man for the first time. The tremor of her legs creates a clatter of her heels along the rail. The vibration of it runs through the chain to my body, making me a conduit between their orgasms.
Rocketman pulls himself out and jerks the last of his jizz onto my back. We are all gasping for air from our exertions. Kristin’s hands slide over her body blissfully as he lays a wet smack of his prick against my skin.
He salutes Kristin with another nod and wink before pulling up his pants and exiting the balcony.
On shaky legs, I stumble forward to grab the rail again. I’m a sweaty mess and almost lose my grip. I can feel Rocketman’s cum oozing out of my spent hole and running down my leg. The pool of it that he left on my back is seeping its way down to the split between my ass cheeks.
Kristin is silent for a time. The air around us is heavy with the smell of sex. The theater below is quiet. The movie patrons look up towards us, hoping for more action.
Soon after Rocketman leaves, Goth Girl appears and asks Kristin if she needs any assistance. Desperately, she’s hoping that Kristin wants some personal attention.
“Do you mind taking care of him for a bit,” Kristin says, pointing at my limp body. “There’s a few more things I’d like to do.”
Goth Girl is disappointed but still eager to please. “I’d be happy to,” she replies cheerily. “I brought my own gear if that’s ok,” she adds, opening a black backpack so Kristin can check out the contents.
“Sure thing. Wow! That one is crazy! Just don’t break him,” Kristin says, smiling as she grabs her coat to leave. Kristin gently kisses my forehead, giggles, and tells me to have fun.
Coat still in hand, Kristin tightly embraces Goth Girl with her mostly nude body. Goth Girl’s hands slide down to cup Kristin’s ass when she returns the hug. Kristin jumps a little at the bold move but gives into the moment. Goth Girl’s gaze lingers on Kristin’s naked ass as she exits the balcony.
Goth Girl lets out a heavy lustful sigh and then goes about her business quietly. I offer no resistance when she starts her preparations. First, she tells me to get back on my feet before unchaining me from the railing. Then, she places a black leather collar around my neck. The buckle is in the back with a metal ring attached to the front.
Next comes a tight-fitting harness of the same black leather that she fits snugly over my chest. There are two strap-like handles attached to the back. Better to hold onto you with, she tells me.
Next, she removes the clasp between my wrist cuffs and tells me to sit with my back to the wall. I am grateful to take a resting position finally. My whole body seems to sigh in relief. I reach up to remove the blindfold, but she tells me to keep it in place. “You need to stay in the dark for a little longer.”
The audience down below has suddenly become very vocal. They’re excited about something, but I can’t hear a movie playing.
It’s a couple of minutes before she speaks again, “you can take off the blindfold now.”
When I do, I find her standing over me. She’s changed her corset to another. This one is purple trimmed in black, but not leather. Lacy fabric cups her tits, pushing them together. Large light pink areolas surround her thick nipples. Other than her shiny black thigh-high boots, she’s wearing nothing below.
She leans over until we’re face to face. “Before we continue, you need to take care of me first.”
Spinning around, she steps back and pins my face between the balcony wall and her abundant ass cheeks. Her hairy muff tickles my lips as her musk fills my nostrils.
When I don’t respond immediately, she rocks back on her heels, knocking the back of my head against the wall. “It’s not going to eat itself, silly.”
My tongue darts out and takes a quick, tentative lick. The taste of her pussy makes my unattended cock twitch. Grasping her thighs in my hands, I go to work, licking down her slit to her fat clit.
“You need to do better than that,” she scolds. “I hope you eat ass.”
I’m soon licking her like a hungry dog, pressing my face into her hard so my tongue can reach deeper. I discover she likes it when I suck on her pussy lips. The sensation causes her to grind her ass against my face. The tip of my nose presses hard against her other hole.
Her pussy unexpectedly squirts in my face when she cums
“DON’T YOU DARE STOP,” she yells.
I feel like I’m drowning as her fluids overfill my mouth. Gasping for air, I slide my face upward, and my tongue skims flatly across her taint. I instinctively penetrate her when the tip of my tongue dips into her hole. I drive it deep and begin wiggling it, which brings another splashy torrent from her cunt.
She lets me continue eating her ass well after her orgasm finishes. Finally, Goth Girl steps away from me and turns me around. She stands there momentarily as I sit soaking from chin to chest with her juices.
“I guess I should have told you I’m a squirter,” she laughs. “Probably more fun for you to find out this way.”
Something down in the theater grabs her attention, making her pause. There’s no movie playing, so I ask her what’s happening.
“Stand up, but keep facing me,” is her only response.
She reaches down and grabs the chain. Goth Girl attaches one end of it to the ring on the front of the collar I’m wearing. Next, she hands me the blindfold and tells me to put it back on.
As I slide it over my eyes, my ears pick up some activity below. From the sound of it, another porno is starting. I hear the laughter of men and a feminine chatter.
“Get on your knees,” she barks at me. “I need to slip into something more comfortable.”
While she does her thing, I listen to the sounds coming from below. It doesn’t sound like there’s a movie playing, but some kind of porn is happening.
Rousting me from my thoughts, I sense Goth Girl standing in front of me. “Open your mouth.”
I open it slightly.
“All the FUCKING way!”
When I comply, my mouth gets stuffed with what feels like a weirdly-shaped dildo. Goth Girl puts a hand on my head before engaging in a little slow-motion face-fucking. It stretches my mouth wide. She ignores the immediate choking sounds coming from me. The exterior of her cock is rough. Jagged edges click past my teeth, and the tip stabs at the back of my throat.
It takes a while before I relax enough to accommodate it, but as soon as I do, she rips it away, causing me to cough and sputter in its wake.
I fall over on my hands. My breath comes out in heaves.
When I regain my composure, Goth Girl commands me to stay where I am and to pull the blindfold down.
“Now, look up at me.”
Waving just inches from my nose is a monstrous-looking dildo. The purple and pink-hued shaft is covered in scales at the top half and lined with large sinewy veins along the alien-looking musculature of the bottom half. Parallel ridged spines run along the top and bottom of the shaft. Only the bulbous deep-blue head resembles anything human. Her dildo is big as a pornstar’s cock, and it looks dangerous.
“I guess you’ve never seen one of these before,” Goth Girl says, clearly loving the look of intimidation in my eyes. “It’s called a Demon Dick. Out of my entire collection, this one’s my favorite.”
I look her in the eyes only to stop from having to look at her prized possession. She continues when I don’t speak, “I’m sure you’ve never been fucked with one of these, but that’s ok. I’ve never fucked a guy with this before. So, it’ll be the first time for both of us.”
She seems unhappy when I don’t join her in laughing at her joke.
“You know what would be really hot,” she says teasingly. “Fucking Kristin with my Demon Dick.”
Jealousy and sexual excitement take turns dancing around in the pit of my stomach while I consider that scenario. The fact that she knows Kristin’s name makes the jealousy worse.
“By the way, how do you like my new harness,” she asks flirtatiously.
I tilt my head to the side to look past Demon Dick. The harness is black leather with thick straps pulled tight over her pale skin. Chrome studs bedazzle it. Some of them looked pointed and sharp. Other than that, it doesn’t look like anything special.
As if reading my thoughts again, “You know what makes it special?”
“It looks new,” I say in a tone that sounds like a boy unsure of the answer he gives to his teacher.
“Well, it is new silly, but that’s not what makes it special,” she giggles. “What makes it special are the two cocks attached to the under-strap. Those are for me. One for my pussy that you made so wet, and the other is for my ass that you so generously lubricated with your tongue. That way, I’m sure to get off even if you don’t.”
Still, on my hands and knees, I realize that Goth Girl has made me part of the preparation process in getting her ready to fuck me with good ol’ Demon Dick. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a breathless gulp.
She takes a quiet step toward me before squatting down. Her legs are open wide, and Demon Dick hovers menacingly just under my chin. She maintains eye contact with me as she gently reaches down and takes hold of the chain attached to my collar.
Abruptly she stands, forcefully pulling the chain as she does. Demon Dick hits me with an uppercut as I’m drawn to my feet. She’s so much stronger than I thought she’d be. Face to face with her; my body begins to shiver. I’m used to letting Kristin take control, but she’s not strong enough to manhandle me like this woman can.
Reaching around with her free hand, she grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls me in for a kiss, and aggressively jams her tongue into my mouth. It’s long and powerful with a chrome stud pierced into it. I nearly gag as she pushes it in too deep, instantly reminding me of how she just fucked my face.
Pulling her tongue free, she gives me a heavy lick on my upper lip, then tells me to pull the blindfold back up and to turn around. “Put your hands on the rail,” she commands.
I do, and she runs the chain through the ring on the rail and pulls it tight. My body yanks over painfully as she locks me into place by the collar. The only way for me to create any slack is to bend over more.
Goth Girl picks up the lube and slathers it on her Demon Dick. Then she takes three lube-soaked fingers and jams them in my ass, creating a slippery mixture with the remnants of cum that haven’t leaked out of me.
Then, she lines the head of her monster cock up against my quivering anus. Next, she grabs the handles of the harness wrapped around my torso.
“Ready?”
She doesn’t wait for a response.
A flash of pain sears my soul as she rams the Demon Dick home. The air from my lung blows through clenched teeth. Ignoring my obvious discomfort, she proceeds to piston that hellish cock in and out of me in long, emphatic thrusts. She yanks on the harness handles, causing me to pull back on the chain hard. “That’s it! Fuck that Demon Dick! Fuck it like you love it!”
She’s right and wrong. Kristin has fucked me with a few different strap-ons, but nothing like this. The ridged spine along the bottom is raking against my prostate deliciously, but the size and girth of it may be more than I can handle.
She yanks on the handles again and orders me to fuck myself on her cock. Humiliated, abused and thoroughly aroused, I do as commanded. Goth Girl stills herself and watches as her Demon Dick disappears and reappears while I fuck myself on it like a cock-starved whore.
“Jerk your dick if you want.”
I recognize the ambivalence in her voice. She’s shoving her cock inside me at Kristin’s request first and for her own pleasure second. Whether I cum or not matters nothing to her at the moment, but my awareness of that doesn’t stop me from finally touching myself.
I nearly blow my load on contact. The more I jerk, the harder I fuck Goth Girl’s Demon Dick.
The under-strap cocks are grinding her holes sweetly, and the base of Demon Dick keeps a steady beat on her clit, thanks to my gyrations. Goth Girl plays with her thick nipples to enhance her pleasure.
“Keep playing with yourself, but you’re not allowed to cum,” she tells me. “I haven’t gotten my rocks off in you yet.”
“Do you like fucking my cock?”
“Yes,” I stammer.
“I can’t hear you! Tell me that you like my Demon Dick in your ass!”
I repeat her words as all my cheeks burn red.
There’s a new cheer from the crowd below.
Jerking the handles to regain my attention, she tells me to drop my dick and take off the blindfold.
I pull the blindfold away and let it fall to the floor. My eyes blink as they adjust to the light.
Goth Girl steps forward, using Demon Dick to push me up and almost over the rail. The chain attached to my collar stops me from tumbling over.
“Let me know if you see anything interesting,” she says.
It takes me a moment, but my eyes widen in shock when I finally see it. Kristin is on the stage in front of the theater’s screen, handling the cocks of three men standing in a semi-circle around her.
Rocketman stands off to the side. He’s directing the action. The three men paw at her body, caressing her sweet perky tits while moving their fingers along her snatch and ass as she strokes their rods and gropes their balls.
“Like what you see,” Goth Girl asks me. “I’ve been watching her the whole time I’ve been fucking you. I haven’t figured out yet which is making me hotter.”
The Demon Dick returns to punishing my asshole as Goth Girl focuses on me with renewed interest.
“By the way, those aren’t the first three guys,” she tells me breathlessly and emphasizes the statement with another sharp jerk of the handles.
My torso bucks upward, but my eyes stay locked on Kristin and the men.
She and her trio of companions are spotlit theatrically against the big white movie screen. Rocketman says something, and Kristin nods her head excitedly before dropping to her knees.
The people in the seats break out into a round of applause and lewd remarks.
My hand reaches for my cock and begins stroking with a mind of its own. Love and lust battle each other for possession of my heart and soul.
Kristin sucks on one man’s cock while she continues to stroke the other two. It doesn’t take the man in her mouth long before he spills his seed. Everyone can see her throat moving as she works hard to swallow it all.
The first time we were together, Kristin told me she preferred for guys to come in her mouth over anywhere else. She says it makes her wet like nothing else.
When he finishes, she lewdly wipes his dick across her lips before he turns and steps away. Rocketman takes his place.
Goth Girl is grunting now. Her climax is getting closer. She fucks my ass hard but absently. All her attention is on Kristin, as is mine and everyone else’s.
Rocketman lets Kristin suck his big dick a bit before he says something, and the action stops as everyone changes positions. Rocketman strips and then lays down parallel to the audience with his big, firm cock pointing upwards. Kristin, on all fours, crawls over him and lowers her juicy cunt onto his rod. Her mouth hangs open in satisfaction as I watch her pussy slowly welcome another man’s dick inside her for the second time tonight. Little did I know that this cock was the one that was inside of me just an hour ago.
The second man stands over Rocketman’s head and aims his dick at Kristin’s face. She leans forward and takes his prick into her mouth. The third man has stripped himself naked and drops down to his knees directly behind Kristin while straddling Rocketman’s legs.
Third Man points with his right index finger them sinks it between Kristin’s ass cheeks. He’s checking to see if she’s ready for him.
A fun fact that I don’t know until a day later when Kristin recounts everything I missed is that the first two guys she played with onstage lubricated her ass with their cum.
Kristin pulls Second Man from her mouth and looks over her shoulder at Third Man, who has just pulled a wet finger from her ass. The two share a smile before Kristin leans over and uses her hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, giving Third Man a clear target.
Everyone in the theater holds their breath when Third Man penetrates Kristin’s tight little asshole. She whimpers at the insertion but stays strong while Third Man builds his rhythm. His cock goes deeper with each forward push. When he hits his stride, Kristin looks forward and opens her mouth again for Second Man’s cock.
Seeing Kristin take all three cocks finally sends Goth Girl over the edge. She unleashes a torrent of humiliation towards me as the base of her Demon Dick pounds on her swollen clit. “Ohhhhh YEAH! I’m cumming in your ass! FUCKING TAKE MY BIG DEMON DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!”
She’s rocking me too hard, and I must let go of my hard-on to steady myself on the rail. Down below, Kristin seems to be having the time of her life. As Third Man thrusts into her ass, she slurps further down Second Man’s pole. Rocketman below is just along for the ride at this point enjoying the view above.
Goth Girl slams the Demon Dick in me one last time and holds it there while she catches her breath. It feels so deep. I swear it’s in my throat. She leaves it in me but reaches around my body and takes my painfully rigid shaft in her hand. Her other arm wraps around my torso and locks me into a strong bear hug.
She whispers an obscene color commentary on Kristin’s activities below as she strokes my cock in a tight, almost painful grip. “Look at her taking those three cocks,” Goth Girls says in my ear. “You’re the furthest thing from her mind right now.” She giggles when my cock twitches in her grip.
“Who do you think will shoot their load in her first? Wait, maybe they’ll shoot their load on her instead!”
My mix of emotions and lust are almost too much to bear. Part of me wants to run away and forget this ever happened; however, it’s a tiny part.
I reach my arms back and grip Goth Girl’s ass with both hands to pull myself deeper onto her Demon Dick. I want to punish myself for enjoying the sight of the woman I love publicly acting like a total slut. Did my perverse fantasies push Kristin into this, or are my eyes telling me the truth that she’s a willing participant who masterminded this whole night?
I dig my fingers into Goth Girl’s flesh as she describes the action below while jerking me off with slow, strenuous strokes.
“Look how she’s bucking against the guy in her ass. I bet she’s having her very first ‘assgasm.'”
My ego takes another hit as Goth Girl tells me from her experience how intense ‘assgasms’ are.
When she asks if I’ve ever given Kristin one, my silence indicates that I haven’t.
Third Man pulls out his cock and squirts load across Kristin’s back and ass. Feeling the hot cum on her skin encourages her to hungrily go after Second Man with her mouth and tongue until she feels his jizz squirt down her throat. She furiously pumps her fist along his shaft to coax out every last drop.
Goth Girl sensing my tension, increases her stroke. My climax builds to a crescendo when Second Man’s cock slips out of Kristin’s mouth, spraying his cum first across her face before he aims the rest at her tits.
My sticky, white goo unleashes from me and paints the balcony wall in broad stripes. Goth Girl pumps me intensely while we watch Kristin lick the Second Man clean. When I stop cumming, I release her ass from my grip and drop my arms on the railing.
Goth Girl holds my softening cock in her hand while we watch Kristin ride the final cock.
Rocketman’s hands are on her tits, and Kristin covers them with her own, encouraging him to squeeze and play with her nipples. The slapping sounds of her body on his echoes through the theater.
“Has she ever fucked you like that before? She’s an absolute wild thing. I bet that’s the way she’d fuck my Demon Dick,” Goth Girl says in a dreamlike tone.
Kristin slows her pace and says something to her last lover. She lets him slide out from under her. On all fours, she turns to face the audience. She wears a mask of lust and semen. Rocketman takes up position behind her and starts fucking her doggy style. The slapping sounds are so much louder now. When her orgasm happens quickly, she welcomes it open-mouthed and wordlessly.
The audience closest to the stage can see Second Man’s cum drip from her nipples.
Goth Girl is heating up again and starts a slow grind against me. This time she’s more gentle, almost like she’s making love to me. She takes my nipples in her hands and begins teasing them with pulls and pinches. I get an image of her fucking Kristin in this same way.
After Kristin settles down, she looks back and requests another position change from Rocketman, who has shown fantastic stamina probably because he shot his first load in me. He lays back down on the stage again, but with his feet pointed towards the audience this time.
Kristin moves over to ride him in Reverse Cowgirl. Long arms reach up from behind, and Rocketman’s hands resume their hold on Kristin’s tits while her hands slide down her body before stopping between her legs.
Kristin looks to the balcony to lock eyes with me while she puts on this last performance.
“Oh my god, she’s looking at us now,” Goth Girl says excitedly and matches her pace with Kristin’s up and down movements onstage.
Goth Girl is whispering how much she’s starting to enjoy fucking me when she’s interrupted by the action below.
Rocketman grunts suddenly, and Kristin moans, “YES! OH, YES!” loudly in reply. Her orgasm outlasts his, and he stills himself as she continues to bounce on his spent cock. His hands leave her tits and settle on her hips to assist her up and down efforts.
Goth Girl shudders when she cums again and pulls my nipples painfully as she does. I can feel the points of her hardened nipples scraping along my back.
The last waves of ecstasy have finally crashed through Kristin’s body, and she collapses back on top of Rocketman. Her hands slide to her chest, massaging Second Man’s cum into her skin. Rocketman rubs her swollen womanhood gently.
I can no longer she her face, but I can see the way her pussy pulses around his cock.
Slowly but steadily, applause breaks out from the forgotten audience. Coming to their feet, they hoot and holler with their hard dicks flopping in front of them.
Rocketman helps Kristin to her feet while she takes an exaggerated and beautifully salacious bow to the delight of the enthusiastic crowd.
Even from our vantage point high on the balcony, Goth Girl and I can see the thick white jizz that leaks from Kristin’s holes and sluices down her skin.
Someone in the audience shouts, “ENCORE!”
Kristin shakes her head, then looks back toward me from my perch at the balcony railing. “I think I’m ready to go now,” she shouts to me.
The audience responds with a friendly chorus of sarcastic boos and requests for her to stay.
Goth Girl smacks my ass and licks my ear. “I’ve so enjoyed fucking your sweet little ass,” she says before unceremoniously slipping her Demon Dick from my hole.
After she’s gone, I rest for a while before dressing and gathering Kristin’s things.
Downstairs, I find a cleaned-up Kristin in the lobby excitedly talking to Goth Girl. Kristin has her coat on with the belt pulled tight this time. Rocketman and Kristin’s stable of lovers keep a protective watch over her, shooing away any other patrons who try to approach.
Goth Girl sees me first, and she whispers something conspiratorily to Kristin. They break out in giggles as I come to a halt before them.
“I heard you were a very good and willing boy,” Kristin says coyly. “How are you feeling?”
“Probably not as good as you,” I reply with all the good nature my sore ass and wounded ego can muster.
The ice breaks around us when everyone shares a laugh.
Kristin hugs Goth Girl and then tells me she’s ready to go. Kristin’s security escorts us out. Third Man and the first guy I saw Kristin suck off go out onto the street and stand near Kristin’s car, which Third Man retrieved for her while I was upstairs. Rocketman, Second Man and Kristin’s first two parters remain inside to hold back the rest of her adoring fans.
Rocketman holds the door open for us. Kristin stands on her tiptoes, clutches his arm in her hands and places a gentle kiss on his cheek. She then looks him in the eyes and offers a few words of gratitude.
“You’re a lucky guy,” Rocketman tells me before becoming the third person to smack my ass tonight.
Third Man is holding the car door open for Kristin, and she thanks him with a gentle squeeze on his groin.
The men and Goth Girl all wave goodbye to Kristin as I climb behind the wheel to drive us home.
Kristin’s is beyond exhausted by the time we climb into bed, but before she drifts off to sleep, she says, “I invited Susie over for dinner this weekend.”
“Susie, who?”
“The shop girl who fucked your ass a couple of times tonight,” she replies.
“Oh. She never told me her name,” I say as my face turns red.
“She was so helpful in setting this all up that I thought it was the least we could do to thank her,” Kristen says sleepily. “She seems so excited too. She says she knows just what to wear.”
The End.