That time my [F] boyfriend shared me with the guys at the porn theater (LONG) [Group]

[This is pretty long, but you can skip some of the background info by just going below the break]

So this happened a couple of years back, when I was dating my then-boyfriend. We were both going to college in the same city, and every day on my way to class I passed by the same dingy porno theater. I was shocked it was still around; after all, why would anyone pay to watch porn these days? The owners seemed to agree with me on some level, seeing as it looked like they had spent the last twenty years putting off renovations in anticipation of the theater’s insolvency. The sign out front was half worn away with the weather, and for months one of the glass doors was sporting a sprawling spiderweb crack. My stomach always had a lurch of curiosity when I walked by the building. I found myself slowing down to try and examine their hideous promotional posters or catch a glimpse inside the red carpeted entryway. However, I never really stopped, especially not after a guy smoking a cigarette outside invited me in, saying he’d pay my cover, when I was on my way to a 11 am class.

One day as we were cuddling half-naked in my bedroom, I told my boyfriend about this place, just so we could both laugh at the idea of a porno theater together. However, he took it a step further, pulling up the Yelp reviews and treating me to a dramatic reading. I was laughing at first, but even with his ridiculous performance and the piss poor grammar of the reviewers, the details of what went on inside the theater made my pussy throb unexpectedly. The reviews talked about a big dark room full of guys, and the very occasional girl who would walk in and get surrounded, like an unfortunate swimmer in piranha infested waters. The thought repulsed me, but also intoxicated me. I had never mentioned it to my boyfriend, but the thought of being the anonymous cum dump for a line of horny guys was more than a passing fantasy for me. I had read countless eroticas about girls being offered up by their boyfriends and husbands to their male friends, or to strangers in a bar. I loved it when my boyfriend would fuck me and call me a slut and a dirty whore, but we had always been on the same page that it was just role play. But what if I was actually a slut? What would he say then?

When he reached the end of the reviews, my heart was pounding. I hesitated before I asked him what he thought about them. “I don’t know,” he said, not really looking at me, “It seems like it can get pretty weird in there.”

I nodded and bit my lip. “Yeah probably,” I said, and then a pause. “Would you ever share me, like if you took me to a place like that?” I felt his hand clench around my hip, where it had been resting. I decided I needed to backpedal. “Not that I’m saying we should, it’s just a weird fantasy I’ve been—”

“God you really are the dirty slut I knew you were.” He cut me off. But he was smiling. His hand moved towards my cunt, stroking lightly over my clit before dipping down and feeling how wet I’d gotten. “If I’m ever going to share you, those other guys are going to have to know you’re mine. No questions.”

I couldn’t believe it. I was full of adrenaline, my mind was racing, and his fingers were slipping inside me and stretching me open. I could barely breathe. “Of course, of course I’m yours. You can show them all what a well trained slut you have.”

He laughed darkly and breathed into my ear, “Perfect. This weekend then.”

When the night finally came to go to the porno theater I was nervous as hell, and I could tell my boyfriend was as well. We pounded a couple of shots of vodka before we left my apartment, just to steel our nerves. It was late fall but I had still put on the dress I had worn clubbing over the summer, black lace panels hugged my curves and the bustier top pushed my already plush breasts into rounded pillows. I tottered down the sidewalk in the heels I rarely wore, holding onto my boyfriend’s shoulder for support. I’m tall, and the heels made me even taller, but his broad swimmer’s build kept me upright. It was odd, this walk I made almost every day to school suddenly turned alien by the late hour, my slutty dress, and the rabid anticipation that was making my palms sweat but also left my panties soaked by the time we reached the front doors.

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My boyfriend payed the door guy for both of us, with me of course getting a steep discount. There was harsh fluorescent lighting in the small entryway, and it left me feeling exposed. My nipples were poking out from the lace of my dress, and every inch of my skin felt hypersensitive. Without giving it any more time, I headed into the theater proper, my boyfriend coming in behind me.

The first thing I noticed was the tinny sound of the 90s porno playing on the screen above my head. The next I noticed was what exactly was on the screen: a giant cock thrusting in and out of a disembodied pussy. And then I saw the guys. There weren’t that many of them, only four or five. They were scattered throughout the couches that replaced the theater’s stadium seating. And they were all looking at me.

My breath caught in my throat, and I turned to head back to the door. However, I turned right into my boyfriend who grabbed me by the arms and kissed me with an open mouth. I responded in kind, relaxing into his familiar touch. That was, until I felt another hand on my lower back. “You interested in sharing?” a man’s voice asked, obviously directed at my boyfriend. I turned to look back at who was talking but he caught my face in his hand and kept me looking at him. His face morphed into the wicked grin he always had when he would let me know what a filthy whore I was.

“No, I use my bitch first. Then the rest of you guys are free to what’s left over.” He said, and then put his hand on my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. He walked over to the nearest couch and took a seat, beckoning me to follow. I crawled on my knees behind him, not looking anywhere but him, even though I could hear the shuffle of footsteps as the guys in the theater lost interest in the movie in favor of checking out the live show.

By the time I made it to kneeling on the ground between my boyfriend’s feet, he had already undone his pants and was stroking his cock in anticipation. My mouth watered at the sight, quenching the mouth that I hadn’t realized had gone dry when I stepped into the theater. This was it, my real pinnacle as a college slut. Crawling on the cum stained floor of a shady porno theater, hungry to suck a dick that might be the first of many. I didn’t fuck around, swallowing him down almost to the base on my first go. His hands twisted in my long hair and kept it out of my face. I could feel the gazes of the other men watching as his cock hardened in my mouth, and as I wrapped my lips tight around his shaft and bounced in a steady rhythm. With one hand I gently cupped his balls, stroking over them with my thumb. With the other, I reached under my dress to stroke over my clit, which was as throbbing and hot as it had ever been before.

“Yeah suck that dick. Choke on it, you fucking slut.” This was the kind of thing I expected from my boyfriend, but I quickly realized that it wasn’t his voice. It had come from somewhere outside of my peripheral vision, and it chilled me just how convinced this guy sounded. *Slut slut slut*, I thought. *That’s all you are to them. Just a set of holes to fuck.* The thought surged through me like wildfire, suddenly pushing me close to orgasm. I took the hand off my clit and used it to hold my boyfriend’s dick at the base. I then slid my tongue from base to tip and back down, stopping off to lick circles around the head. He wasn’t having the tease, and yanked my head back with the hand in my hair.

“Get back on that cock, whore,” he spat, with enough vitriol to make my heart jump. I obeyed, sucking him down deep, then taking a breath and letting him fuck my throat. I could hear him cursing above me as I moaned around his dick. When I came up for air he leaned down and grabbed me by the bicep. “Get up here,” he ordered, hauling me onto the couch. I went as best as I could, still restrained by my tight dress. He quickly made work of that, pushing it up around my hips and bending me over so my ass was to him. I was leaning on my forearms on the arm of the couch, and from this new angle I could see the small group of guys watching, all of them with their cocks disappearing over and over into their fists, just a few feet from my face. I barely had time to register it before my boyfriend smacked me hard on my asscheek. “You ready to show them all you can do?” he said.

I couldn’t find any words, I just nodded furiously, pushing my ass back towards him, knowing what a filthy display I must be making for the strangers getting off on my degradation. My boyfriend’s hands came from underneath and pulled my tits out from the dress as well, so they sprung free, my hard nipples grazing the fabric of the couch. Then, without warning, he pulled me back onto his cock, filling my cunt without much resistance. I cried out with each thrust as he pounded me slowly and methodically, fucking me deep with each stroke and punctuating every few with another loud smack on my ass.

He leaned over so his mouth was close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath, sending chills down my spine. “That’s exactly how you like it, isn’t it? Ass up, cunt open for everyone to see. And now it’s not just seeing, isn’t it. I’ll pump you full of my cum and then let them have you. You love the thought of it, don’t you, you fucking slut.” I could only whine and nod in response, which made him laugh a breathless laugh. “I fucking thought so.” He grabbed my hips with both hands and doubled his pace, driving deep enough that I began to lose control over my limbs and voice. I was involuntarily shouting with each thrust, collapsing so that my face fell against the couch and rubbed there as my body shook with the force of his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to give it to you,” he said, panting in the way that I knew meant he was close. I managed to reach one hand back and try to rub my clit in time to his thrusts, but he smacked it away. “You don’t come until they do.” The reminder of the men I still had to fuck made me clench hard around his dick, and with that I felt him coming inside my cunt, squeezing one of my tits as he used my pussy for the last few strokes. He immediately collapses back on the couch, and I could feel his massive load starting to run out of my cunt. He must have been as excited for this as I was.

However fast my heart was racing from his fucking me, it only got quicker when I looked up and saw that the guys were moving in closer to our couch. I was fixated on their cocks, trying not to look into their eyes and see the look of disdain they reserved for come hungry sluts like me. Even in the dark light of the theater I could see how their dicks were flushed dark red with blood from edging themselves to our display. I was struck with a sense of pride, proud of how much they wanted me, but that was before the first guy to reach me spat on my face and grabbed me again by the hips. I was too spent and shocked to be able to turn around and see where me boyfriend had gone, but before I knew it the guy had taken his spot on the couch, fucking me from behind with a cock shorter but thicker than my boyfriend’s. I yelped at the suddenness of it, and he took the opportunity to shove a few fingers in my mouth. “Fucking whore,” I heard him mumble, while his pace picked up. My boyfriends come had made my cunt impossibly slick, and he took it as an advantage, setting a punishing pace that had me stretching around his cock over and over. He must have already been close when he entered me because soon he was cursing loudly over me. He pulled out and flipped me over in time to come all over my pussy, my stomach, and my scrunched up dress. The lines of hot come almost reached my tits, which he leaned down and sucked on as he shuddered through the end of his orgasm.

I couldn’t believe where I was, in this theater, with a stranger soaking me in his come and biting my nipples, and it only made my need to come worse. I could only imagine what I looked like to the others. I finally was able to turn my head and get a sense of where everyone was. I saw my boyfriend leaning against the back of the couch directly opposite me, staring me right in the eyes and smiling.

The guy on top of me finally rolled off and zipped up his pants, but I knew there was more to come. The fourth guy must have come and then left while I was getting fucked, because there were only two more, and they were advancing on me in unison. I saw one of them look towards my boyfriend, as if asking for approval. With his nod, they began to manhandle me, pushing me off the couch so one could sit with his legs spread wide. The other one then shoved me down onto his lap and grabbed me by my hair. “I think a girl like you knows how to multitask.” He sneered, and I looked up and grabbed a glance of his face. He wasn’t as old and ugly as I’d feared, just an average looking brunette guy with stubble and a look of complete contempt on his face. I was facing away from the guy seated on the couch, so all I saw of him were his hands as they reached around my front to grab my tits.

I nodded towards the brunette guy, who stood over me, and took my cue to line up the other man’s cock and slide down on it. I was surprised that after all the fucking I had endured I could still be surprised by the entrance of a cock, but as I rode him he got deeper than any of the other guys had that night. He thrust up into me as I pushed back into his hips, the sound of my ass slapping against him loud enough to hear over the moans from the movie still playing in the background. The guy standing over me surprised me with a sharp slap to my cheek, which refocused my energy on him.

I opened my mouth obediently, and he pushed in deep, choking me on his length almost immediately. I gagged but pushed through, loving the debauched feeling of taking two men at once while my boyfriend watched. The man I was riding pinched my nipples hard, and I whined around the cock in my mouth. “Oh yeah, take it just like that, keep going,” the man above me said, and I took his encouragement to heart. I bobbed on his cock as quick as I could, swirling my tongue along the underside in the way I used to drive my boyfriend crazy. “How many loads has this whore mouth taken? How about one more?” I made a sound that I hoped would communicate *god yes please give it to me,* and he seemed to get the message. He grabbed the back of my head and began to thrust faster and faster. I couldn’t catch my breath, it felt like the world was spinning out of control, and I was still being drilled by the man under me. When it seemed like I couldn’t take any more, the man exploded in my mouth, shooting ropes of come down my throat. I sucked at it greedily, even as he withdrew from my mouth, muttering, “Disgusting.”

I didn’t care if I was disgusting. I was reaching another plane of blissed out indulgence, where the only thing that mattered was that I was giving and receiving pleasure, even if it was under the seediest of circumstances. The guy below me had not slowed down. In fact, he was getting close too. As he came he dug his teeth into the meat of my shoulder, leaving me a mark of the night that would fade long after I showered off these strangers’ come. He thrust up into my cunt furiously, his seed mixing with my boyfriend’s between my legs. He collapsed back into the couch, his hands finally leaving my tortured breasts. I moved to get off of him, but my legs were weak.

Suddenly, my boyfriend was there, leading me off to other couch where he put me down and then pressed in close to me. In my exhaustion I had almost forgotten my undeniable need for an orgasm. My clit was so sensitive that even the brush of his fingertips made me yelp. He kissed up and down my neck as he stroked me, whispering into my ear about how good I had been, how incredible it was to see me embrace my nature as a slut, how he was going to jerk off thinking about this for months. His words were enough to push me over the edge. I thrust against his fingers over and over, the friction becoming just so fucking perfect, before everything exploded into fireworks, and I felt the liquid gold energy of my orgasm rush beneath my skin. It was all I had left in me to roll over and pant into his chest.

I barely remember how I got cleaned up and got home that night. After I came, it was all a haze. I had a really good time that night, but my boyfriend and I never ended up going back. The theater closed down pretty soon after we went, and we broke up a few months after that. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story (even though it’s long). I’ve found myself thinking about it over and over again through the years ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2yrfa/that_time_my_f_boyfriend_shared_me_with_the_guys

7 comments on “That time my [F] boyfriend shared me with the guys at the porn theater (LONG) [Group]

  1. Very hot. I love the thought of being the only woman in a group of men. Although if a total stranger called me anything other than “miss,” I’d slap him right in his stupid mouth.

  2. The description of the theatre sounds like one I know in Toronto, Canada.

    I can’t believe you didn’t use condoms, and let these guys cum inside you.

  3. Took my wife, then my girlfriend, to an adult theater once. She got groped a lot, touched some men back, but we didn’t have the nerve to go all the way then. I keep telling her I’m going to take her back one of these days. We’re just a little afraid because this place has been raided in the last few years.

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