“This is the movie we’re seeing?” I looked up at the poster for the foreign film matinee that Justin was taking me to…at 2:30 in the afternoon no less.
He grabbed my hand and led me through the door. “Don’t complain, Molly.”
“I’m not complaining!” I protested.
He slid his eyes over to me with a smile. “Yes you are. And now you’re pouting.”
“I’m not pouting either, so why don’t you mind your own business?” I stuck my tongue out at him.
We settled into our seats and Iooked around. “Justin, we’re the only ones here!”
He shifted around, getting comfortable, his legs stretched out in front of him, propped on the seat ahead. “I figured we would be. Kinda nice right?”
“Yeah, it is actually.”
Ten minutes later, the lights were down and I was struggling to follow the storyline of some indie Italian film no one had ever heard of and nearly ready to give up when Justin leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear.
“Would you let me fuck you right here if I wanted to?” He nuzzled my neck as he spoke, sending chills racing down my spine.
I bit my lip and nodded…though I’m sure he already knew the answer.
He slipped his hand under my skirt, my thighs fell open as he began to work his fingers under the lace of my panties.
“Close your eyes Molly, I have something for you.”
I immediately closed them, I always grant his requests without a second thought.
I heard it before I felt it, but when he touched the vibrating tip to my clit an involuntary cry of surprise and delight burst from me.
He laughed softly and began to circle my most sensitive spot slowly…I arched my back with pleasure, the vibration causing my entire body to flush with heat.
“Oh god Justin…” I moaned. Not giving our public location another thought. We were alone after all.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock.” He tugged my hair gently, leading me out of my seat.
I knelt before him and began to tug at the buttons on his jeans with my right hand, my left clasps around the vibrator.
He took it from my hand and shook his head. “Now is this where it should be?” he tapped it against my mouth softly and I darted my tongue out, tasting myself on the tip.
I took it from him and brought it back between my legs, swirling it around my clit just as he had done moments ago.
“Good girl,” I loved to please him, and he knew it. He leaned forward and brushed his mouth softly against my own, dragging his thumb along my lips. “Now put these pretty lips around my cock.”
He relaxed back into his seat, and finished unbuttoning his fly, but then stopped, allowing me to reach inside and draw his dick out myself. It greeted me, strong and hard…and I wasted no time slipping it into my mouth.
He buried his fists in my hair as I began to slide my mouth up and down the length of him, and when it pressed against the back of my throat I didn’t pull back, but let it move further down my throat, the way I knew he loved it.
“Yes…” he groaned. “That’s it Molly, suck it…suck it just like that.”
The vibrator buzzed along my clit, sending intense erotic waves through me…and already I was desperate to cum.
“Look at you…” he tugged my hair once more. “Fucking yourself with my cock in your mouth like a little slut.”
God how I love to hear him talk that way...
“Are you going to cum for me Molly?” he drove into my mouth deeply, causing me to gag and pull back.
“Don’t…” he scolded, pulling me back by my hair…his cock popping from my mouth as my head snapped back.
“You take what I give you…don’t you?” I nodded, erotic sighs steadily slipping from me.
“Come here.” He lifted me to my feet, placing me on his lap with my back to him. I leaned forward, gripping the seat in front of me, desperate anticipation rising up inside of me as I waited for him to fuck me.
But instead he pulled me against him, my back pressed against his chest. My head relaxed back against his shoulder as at last he slipped his delicious dick into me.
He took the vibrator from my hand and began to tease me…barely grazing my clit with it.
“Justin….” I begged.
“What?” he wasn’t giving in.
“Please…” I gasped in frustration, attempting to ride his cock harder.
But he was stronger than me and wouldn’t allow me to move any faster. “I want to hear you ask for it.” He stopped moving completely, causing me to whine in frustration.
“Say it, or I’ll stop right now. Fucking say it.” He growled. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me!” I moaned, grinding against the hard cock that I wanted so badly. “I want you to fuck me hard…fuck me like a whore Justin.” Damn, where had that come from?
He wrapped his hand around my neck, and pulled me back down against him, holding me firmly in place, with just enough force to make the moans that were now pouring from me rasp.
My pussy was still filled to the brim with him, but he refused to resume fucking me. I continued to try to move up and down his shaft, to no avail.
“You want me to fuck you like a whore?” He spoke through gritted teeth, still holding me still with a firm grasp on my neck.
I whined and moaned…nodding in response.
“Answer me.” He growled.
“Yes!” The word exploded from me…my lust had escalated to a frantic need.
“If you want me to fuck you like a whore, then you have to beg for it like a whore.” His words caused my desperation to climb even higher.
“Please Justin…” I cried. “Please fuck me…I can’t stand it anymore! Come on…please fuck me. Oh god please fuck me.” I was nearly in tears. I had never wanted anything so badly. Ever.
He began to move inside of me. Long, slow strokes that did nothing to satisfy me.
I tried to sit up so that I could ride his cock harder, but he held me still, his strong hand still firm around my throat.
“Harder? Does my little whore want me to give it to her harder?” He puts on a good show for the world, but he can be so fucking obscene.
“Yes! God damn it Justin…Harder!” I hissed.
He pressed the vibrator against my clit, but continued to fuck me at an excruciatingly gentle pace.
“Tell me Molly…” He moaned into my ear. “Say it again.”
I didn’t have to ask, I knew what he wanted to hear… “Fuck me like a whore Justin.” I purred.
He gripped my throat harder and began to drive into me with surprising force. I cried out with relief as he fucked me just as I had asked. His thrusts so fast and deep it was nearly painful.
“Don’t stop…Don’t fucking stop!” My words of praise came out as a whisper since his grip was still tight around my neck.
There was no build up…no warning at all, the orgasm just exploded inside of me suddenly. Screams and curses flowing freely past my lips as I came. My pussy tightened around him fiercely as cum poured from me and onto his cock.
As soon as my ecstasy began to fade he released me and pushed me back to my knees. I watched with pleasure for a moment as he stroked his hand along his dick. His fist moving up and down his shaft easily, aided by my slick cum that still shined upon it.
He wrapped his hands in my hair and pushed me down onto his again, I took him into my mouth once again happily. He fucked my mouth hard…just like I had asked.
Pushing deep into my throat with quick hard thrusts. I gagged against his swollen head as it slipped down my throat and tears sprang into my eyes, but I didn’t pull away.
He moaned loudly as my lips worked his cock, my tongue snaking along his skin inside my mouth.
“If I fill your mouth with cum, will you lap up every last drop like the fucking whore you are?” My clit began to swell and throb again as he spoke. I nodded, still bobbing up and down on his beautiful cock.
The second I agreed to take it all, he came. His load flooding my mouth…so hot and creamy as it rolled down my throat.
He continued to guide me up and down his cock as it jerked and pumped against my waiting tongue.
“Fuck yeah…” he whispered, watching me milk his dick greedily. “Get it all…good girl.”
I allowed it to slip from my mouth, lapping at it delicately with the tip of my tongue as he slowly went soft.
He helped me to my feet, and straightened my skirt for me, once again the sweet and gentle Justin. But even in the darkened theater I could see it in his eyes…sex pours from him. If you look hard enough…you can see it too.