A few weeks ago, Mr O took me out to dinner. Now this in and of itself is not unusual, however this time he requested that I wear something short and thigh highs.
Well as you all should know by now, I'm nothing if not obliging! The outfit was completed with the removal of underwear and the addition of pink Luna beads (I don't trust myself with the blue ones without underwear on). I tried desperately the whole ride to the restaurant to get a reaction out of the taxi driver by flashing him shamelessly, but nothing. In a last ditch effort I practically hiked my dress up over my hips as I was getting out - he didn't even look!
Exhibitionist that I am, I was determined to have someone appreciate what I had on offer before the end of the evening.
Dinner at our favourite restaurant was excellent as always, but I barely tasted it as I was far too excited to see what Mr O had planned next. I kept urging him to eat faster, and no! I don't want another bottle of wine! Very unlike myself... He sent me off to the bathroom to pleasure myself a little, but no release was allowed. Spoilsport.
Finally done with dinner, he drew me further into the city. I suspected I had an idea of where we were going; somewhere I had never been but that fascinated me nonetheless. A place Mr O had often threatened to take me, a place where he would use me and degrade me to his heart's content. A place where he would make some other man's (or multiple men's) craziest fantasies come true.
We were headed to the adult cinema.
Given that it was already fairly late, the line outside the bar opposite was already stretching down the lane. Our most determined nonchalant faces in place, we strutted past the milling crowds of scantily clad women and greasy looking men - or tried to at least. We couldn't walk 5 paces without being stopped by bouncer after bouncer, trying to force us to the back of the line. Time and again we got the shocked, almost disbelieving face when we informed them that we weren't interested in their establishment, but the seedier one further down. Some still didn't believe and tried to send us to the back of the line. Shrugging them off, pushing past we forced our way down to the end of the lane.
We rushed up the stairs, only to be informed that they would be closing in 20 minutes. Oh well, that's enough time for us! As a bonus, we got in for free.
We slipped into the theater on the left and made ourselves comfortable smack bang in the middle. There was one guy sitting in the corner in the row behind us, one in front. It was dark so I couldn't make out much of either of them. Shortly another joined the front row. I pulled off my coat leaving it draped over the seat, and hitched my dress up over my waist spreading my legs wide. Under Mr O's guidance I pulled on the beads and drew them slowly out before popping them in my mouth and sucking them clean.
Mr O reached into my dress and slowly tugged my breast out of the top. Eager to assist, I removed my (luckily strapless) bra. The gentlemen sitting around us started to notice something was up. Twisting in their seats and craning their necks, they watched as as Mr O fondled my now fully-exposed breasts. They started to creep closer to us. They asked if they could touch. After checking with me, Mr O gave them permission. Suddenly I had three men tugging at my boobs, touching, caressing.
The boldest of the three was halfway between charming and mood-breakingly hilarious. The rest of the evening was punctuated with his southern-European voice:
"Lovely darling! Oh so beautiful! Beautiful darling! Oh yes, you are such a good girl! Beautiful! Beautiful! Lovely!"
It wasn't long before both of the gents from the front row had their cocks out in front of me, enjoying the view. The shy boy from the back just stood there watching as I knelt down on that carpet - no doubt covered in come from the thousands of men who have jerked themselves off to the porn on the big screen - and took a front-row cock in each hand. Probably overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of the situation, neither of them could stay hard so I got bored with that pretty quickly. A whispered request to Mr O (who was sitting by, enjoying the spectacle) and a nod of confirmation later I was on my knees again, this time facing the back.
I looked up at the shy boy and asked as sweetly as I could,
"May I please suck your cock?"
Within seconds I was yanking on his belt, unzipping his jeans and pushing past his satin boxers (seriously guys, who wears those anymore?!). I gently tugged on his semi-hard cock, running my lips over it, kissing it, licking it. In a few moments it was hard and I slipped it into my mouth. Again I was soon disappointed as he simply couldn't keep it hard. I turned to Mr O. Thank god he never gets stage fright!
He pushed me down so I was resting on my heels. The screen suddenly went black: it was closing time. Mr O took hold of his cock, refusing to let me touch it. I was just his dirty slut and not worthy of it yet. He jerked off all over my face and in my hair as our new friends stood by watching. They applauded, there were more exclamations over my loveliness, beauty and goodness. The bold one handed me some tissues to clean up with and kissed my hand before they filed out one by one.
I hastily stuffed my discarded bra into my handbag and walked out wearing nothing but that thin, short dress and my thigh highs. I realised later that my hair was in disarray and I had left a headband on the floor.
We dashed into a cab and home, but Mr O was not done with me yet. I needed to be cleaned up.
I removed the dress but left the stockings on and knelt in front of him. I helped him out of his boots while he removed his shirt. I then knelt up and took hold of his belt in my mouth, slowly working it out of the buckle and unhooking it, hands remaining behind my back. I took hold of his zipper in my mouth and drew it down before moving back up to pull and tug until I worked the button free. Continuing in this vein I used my mouth to pull his jeans off, and then his socks. He sat back watching with a contented grin on his face.
I made my way down the hall on hand and knees and crawled into the shower to wait for him. My knees hurt from kneeling on the hard and unyielding tiles, but I knew better than to move.
He stepped in, informed me that I was a terribly dirty slut, and ordered me to open my mouth. As he had imbibed a fair amount of alcohol throughout the night and was therefore well stocked, it felt as though he pissed on me for hours. And still it wasn't enough. It was an honour to have my master cleaning his come from my face.
He shook himself off on me, I licked his cock clean and he was gone.
"Clean yourself up you dirty, filthy whore."
I showered, stockings still on and intact, dried myself off and crept back to bed where he was waiting for me. He stroked my face and my hair. I had been such a good girl for him tonight. And good girls get rewarded of course! I think I eventually passed out from the sheer number of orgasms, because from there I can barely remember what happened for the rest of the evening...
That night I surprised myself. I never thought I could ever actually go through with something so... Public. So unpredictable. Scary. But I did and it was fucking awesome!!!
- Miss O xx
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