*This story is the second erotic collaboration between [F]* u/LittleNaty *(Author/Model) and [M]* u/MrQuick83 *(Developmental Editor/Co-Author). We both hope you enjoy this work of pornography as much as we enjoyed creating it!*
Well hello. My name is Naty. Do you remember me? I told you before how beneath my shy, exterior there beats the heart of an entirely different 27 year old woman. A woman of desires…. of *hungers*. I work hard to conceal the fact that I am an insatiably horny slut who *always* wants to be fucked. John’s possessiveness has only made it more difficult to hide my true nature. I can’t tell him this, but I’ll share with you. As long as you can keep it our little secret.
Even after my last adventure, John never quite figured out that his dutiful little housewife has a constant craving for hard, throbbing cock. Oh, my dear reader, I needed it so BADLY one night. I was laying on our bed waiting for him to get home. Wearing nothing but a pretty black lace bra and panties, I awaited his arrival. When I heard him coming I had already been stroking my pussy getting it nice and wet for him when he burst into the room saying:
“Naty? What the fuck? Get dressed! Didn’t you remember we’re going to the movies tonight?”
“I thought we could stay here, John…. don’t you—“
“What would I do all evening here? Quickly, get dressed so we can go!”
He was still blind. So very blind.
He retrieved my Lehenga Cholis and my black dupatta and told me that was what I’d be wearing tonight, and we were leaving in two minutes. I didn’t even have a chance to switch to a fresh set of panties or wash my hands before we were out the door. I knew John was blind, but did he have no sense of smell, either? When I adjusted his lapels couldn’t he smell that my hand still bore the scent of my neglected pussy? Maybe if he used his tongue on me once in a while he would have noticed, but all he could talk about was the horrible slasher movie we would be seeing. He was also excited because we were going to one of those new theatres that had large, spacious seating for each patron.
We were late getting to the show so it was hard to find our way to the seats. John always liked the center rows, so we had to squeeze past people to get to where he wanted. It was so dark that I accidentally sat in one that was occupied.
“Oh I’m sorry!” I whispered to the man I had just half-sat on. He was dark-skinned, and he was wearing black, so I’d placed my hand on him when I mistook his firm shoulder for the chair’s backrest.
He gripped my arm and helped me find my balance. He held me there, suspended for a moment. His face turned to my hand on his shoulder momentarily, and he seemed transfixed. I heard him inhale.
Oh my god…. did he just smell my hand? I hoped to god he couldn’t see me blushing. A pearly white smile of perfect teeth pierced the gloom.
“No worries, miss. The seat next to me is free,” he said, guiding me off his lap.
Sitting between this stranger and John, I really tried to keep my mind on the movie. I draped my dupatta over me like a blanket. Concealed under it I might have been able to play with my pussy a bit and get some relief, but the violence and gore on-screen made that difficult. I felt John’s reassuring hand on my thigh. It was firm and comforting. But, wait, no… that wasn’t John’s hand!
Oh, stranger… what were you doing to me? I couldn’t see his hand but I could tell he had snaked it under my dupatta and he had found my hand. He drew it closer to him and I decided to let him. Suddenly I felt him sucking on my fingers.
I snapped my hand back. It was too risky. I couldn’t say anything to him without causing a scene. Oh god, that hand…. I wanted more….
I felt it again. Fuck, he knew just how to use that hand to electrify me. I was getting hornier by the minute and he was getting bolder. No longer just under the cloak of my dupatta, now he was under my choli as well. Oh, I couldn’t resist in my current state. I was just too horny today. I leaned and twisted my body to give him better access. I moved my dupatta so it covered my chest and I pulled up on my choli, exposing both of my tits underneath for him.
I felt his fingers draw across the bottoms of both of my firm, round breasts. He went slowly and precisely, as if he were using them as a guide to trace the letter “W”. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. As his fingers moved it was as if they left flames of pleasure burning on my delicate skin. I longed to jump into his seat and push my breasts into his face. Instead I took his hand and moved them upward. I held his palm upon each of my breasts in turn. His hand gently cupped each one, feeling the weight of each. I arched my back slightly, hoping to feel the sensation of my nipples against the skin of his palms. I bit my lip and was forced to release his hand so I could grip the armrest. *Oh, yes!* I felt my arousal mounting as the stranger finally began playing with my sensitive nipples. He stroked them and I felt them stiffen under his touch. He plucked them gently and circled them with those glorious fingers of his. I knew if he continued I would be brought to orgasm just from this alone. I wanted more. I wished he could be tasting my nipples, sucking them and teasing them with his tongue. Oh, reader, I pictured myself climbing into his seat and straddling him; impaling myself on his cock while he used both of those hands on my tits.
“Oh god…” I gasped, trembling.
John turned and looked right at me. I gave him a panicked expression as the stranger fondled my breasts unrelentingly. My body was contorted awkwardly and I braced for his fury.
“I told you this was a scary one,” he whispered with amusement. “Just hold my hand, Naty.”
My hand, the one that had been holding up my choli underneath the cloak of my dupatta shot out and took John’s hand before he could reach for me. I felt my choli slide back down onto my breasts. The stranger kindly tugged it into place and he took his hand back. My nipples ached for more stimulation.
I squirmed and leaned towards the stranger. I’d put my face near his and when the time was right I could tell him to stop his torture. Instead, I perceived him withdraw his hand and taste his finger. With that same wet finger that had plucked my nipples he traced my ear and cheek. I immediately got goosebumps and felt my face flush hot. Then he traced my neck and shoulder. Oh fuck…. I could feel my pussy getting eager and wet. My clit was so sensitive that just pressing my thighs together gave me miniature jolts of pleasure. I shouldn’t have moved this close to him. It was too risky for him to touch my face, and I was too shy to turn my head toward him to tell him to stop.
His hand was pushing me away now. That was fortunate. I wouldn’t have had the strength to do it myself. I curled up in my seat and put my head on John’s shoulder. I held his arm.
“Hahaha my poor Naty. I’ll protect, you.” John said.
The stranger’s hand was under my dupatta again. He could no longer reach my tits or my face, but curled up like this, leaning, I had given him something better to touch. Oh fuck… my ass was aimed right at him! His hand was gathering and moving aside the excess fabric of my flared skirt. He would soon be under the hem.
His bare hand groped the flesh of my thigh and I felt him squeeze it. He moved tantalizingly downward and *OH!* He began groping my bottom. He cupped my flesh and kneaded it like I was clay being readied for sculpting. *Oh please, stranger… Can’t you see I’m offering you my pussy? Use those fingers, please!*
I squirmed and shifted my weight so my ass was suspended repeatedly for a few brief moments at a time. The stranger wasted no time during these opportunities to pull my lace panties down a few inches at a time, until they were halfway down my thighs. In moments he had unrestricted access to my cunt.
He went back to squeezing the flesh of my ass and I felt like I was on fire. I clenched my teeth as I swallowed. Oh, how I *longed* for him to be able to just give me a good spanking and to be told what a bad girl I was being. Butterflies took flight in my stomach as finally his fingers began to gently stroke the damp folds of my overheated pussy. With my legs curled like this I couldn’t spread for him, but when he finally slid his two longest fingers into me the increased pressure of having my legs together boosted the sensation dramatically.
In and out, he went. Sometimes he would move his fingers between my legs so he could rub my stiff, aching clit. *Oh yesss!* Then he’d slip back inside. I flexed my thigh muscles and squirmed rhythmically so that my engorged clitoris could still get a bit of stimulation while his fingers worked inside me. Still resting my head against John’s arm, I looked up at the screen as the villain plunged his knife again and again into his victim. Blood was gouting on screen and the stranger’s fingers slid in and out of my cunt. My lips parted and I felt a groan escape me.
“OhhhhHHHhhhhh….”
John chuckled again. He gave me a quick kiss on the head.
The stranger kept working his fingers and I could feel my agonized pussy getting wetter and more eager. I wiggled and leaned into the pleasure as I felt it build and I clenched John’s arm tighter… oh yes… soon….
“Ouch! Fuck, Naty! Give it a rest!” John whispered harshly, as he reclaimed his shoulder.
Damn it! I had squeezed too hard!
I sat upright, no longer leaning over. The stranger’s hand was now pressed between my bottom and the theatre seat. Two of his nimble fingers were still soaking in my wet pussy. He wiggled them a bit but I had effectively immobilized them with my asscheeks. I felt him reluctantly withdraw his hand. He squeezed my ass again as he did. *No! I was so close!*
I shifted towards the stranger. John’s eyes were firmly on the screen. The stranger’s face pressed close to the side of my head. I felt his hot breath. He flicked his tongue lightly across my ear and I heard him whisper:
“I just tasted your cunt on my fingers…”
The skin of my face flushed and I inhaled sharply. My heart pounded. I bit my lip to stifle another moan.
I felt him pulling my dupatta over to his lap. Underneath it he groped for my hand. His wet fingers closed around mine and he brought my hand over to his groin. He pressed it flatly against his pants, and I felt the outline of his cock straining against the fabric.
*”Let me get that out for you,”* I thought. *Let me show you what MY hand hand can do.”*
I unzipped his pants and reached inside. I found the fly of his boxers and liberated his hard, throbbing dick. It was hot and thick. On screen, the hero was savagely bludgeoning one of the villain’s men with a cricket bat. The bat was wet with gore and he brought it down repeatedly on the thug writhing in agony on the floor. My delicate fingers grasped the stranger’s cock and began stroking it firmly. My fingers became wet and sticky with his oozing pre-cum.
*”Mmmm what a nice hard cock you have, stranger. Do you like my little hand on it? I bet you wish this was my pussy, don’t you?”*
I gripped his shaft like a joystick and circled the head of his cock with my thumb. My dupatta hid everything. If John looked over he would think I was clenching onto the arm rest. I made my hand into a fist and started pumping it up and down.
*”Oh! I wish this was inside of me!* I thought. *”I want this cock to be splitting the lips of my aching, hot pussy! Would you fuck my pussy, stranger?”*
I felt the stranger’s cock tensing up. I continued pumping. The hero on screen spun around and pummeled a lurking foe with his thick wooden bat.
*”Oh yes, baby, YES. Cum for me, stranger! Spray a hot load of your cum for me! My dupatta will conceal everything! Don’t be shy!”* I pumped with all my might.
Suddenly I perceived that the stranger had leaned back in his chair and was biting his hand, facing away from the screen. The hero swung his cricket bat in a wide arc. It cracked the skull of his opponent and blood splashed from the wound. The rock hard cock in my hand began spasming violently and I gasped as my fingers were coated with the first spurt of his cumshot. I tightened my grip and drew my hand up and down, occasionally splaying my fingers so I could mash his hot, sticky essence between each digit. Each spurt less forceful than the one preceding it.
I hastily wiped my hand on the stranger’s underwear as I maneuvered his dick back into his pants. What I couldn’t wipe on his pants I wiped on the underside of my dupatta. The movie was almost over and I needed to cum before the lights came back on! I was set to reach down and finger myself when suddenly I felt John’s arm around me.
“Oh you’re trembling!” He whispered in astonishment. “I’m sorry, you can lean against my shoulder again.” He offered his arm and I curled up my legs, leaning far over onto one hip. My face rested against John’s shoulder once more.
On screen, the hero was sneaking up on the final villain. His lady-love was a captive, tied up and screaming in terror. I despaired that I would be unable to finger myself before the fight was over. My panties were still around my thighs, so there was no way for me to spread my legs and get my hand into my crotch. Maybe I could reach behind my backside and finger my cunt like that, but it seemed too risky. My pussy was pleading for release!
Stealthily, though, my stranger’s hand was making its way back under my soiled dupatta and was gently moving aside the gathered folds of my flared skirt.
*”Oh, thank you, stranger! Yes, please! Give me what I need!*
I felt my nipples stiffen as his hand kneaded my bottom again and he groped the entire crevice of my ass, which was pointing right at him, leaned over as I was. His fingers each rubbed my wet, swollen labia in turn and he made each of his digits slick. He smeared my cunt, my asshole, and the entires space in between with my wetness, all the while driving me to further heights of pleasure. I tightened my grip on John’s arm. My mouth was open and my face must have looked like I was in agony.
As the hero and the villain traded blows the lady’s screaming intensified. The music increased in pace and was almost deafening. The stranger began furiously fingering my pussy, shifting his hand occasionally to rub my yearning clit masterfully.
*”Oh, yes! Oh yes! Fuck me with your fingers! Oh let me picture that firm meaty dick of yours pounding my little pussy!”*
The stranger shifted and now his thumb was pressing firmly against my asshole as he fingered my slit. The pressure was something I wasn’t used to. *”Oh! That feels so good! I never knew it could feel like this!”.* It lingered there, and it drove my pleasure higher. He rubbed my anus with that slick thumb and I closed my eyes tight. My breathing became more rapid and I could feel my asshole begin winking and dilating involuntarily as this new form of pleasure mounted. His thumb rubbed harder and I eagerly squirmed against his digit to enhance the feeling.
*”Do it, stranger! Let me feel you inside my ass! I want your cock in there! YES! Fill my asshole and split me apart! Make me beg for it! Fuck my tight ass!”*
On screen, the hero deflected the villain’s curved dagger and in one dramatic motion he rammed it into his guts with no mercy. The tension in my cunt was almost at the breaking point! In and out his wet fingers worked. I took a deep, ragged breath. As the villain cringed, paralyzed in disbelief, the hero retrieved his cricket bat and aimed a mighty swing at the evil man’s skull. At this very instant the stranger pressed inward and *AHHH!* my asshole was filled by his thumb while his index and pointer finger went deeper into my quivering cunt. I was going to cum very soon! The pleasure was unbearable and as the hero’s bat burst the villiain’s skull— *WHAM!* my orgasm hit like an earthquake in my core.
I buried my face into John’s shoulder and shrieked with wordless, unrestrained pleasure.
*”YES! YESS! Oh FUCK me… Fuck me like a dirty bitch, stranger! Use me like a slut! My cunt and my asshole are YOURS! AHHHHH!”*
The other women in the theatre shrieked as well and I imagine they cowered in the arms of their men too, shocked and horrified by the carnage on screen. John and some of the other men roared and whooped with triumph. My bottom was still spasming on the stranger’s digits. I squirted all over his hand and thanked heaven it wasn’t a g-spot orgasm. I felt a sublime pleasing sensation as his thumb withdrew from my asshole. The tight puckered ring of muscle in my ass was sorry to close up behind the departing finger. I marveled at this new knowledge. I had no idea that a girl could feel pleasure from having something in her asshole. I always thought it was just something dirty men craved, looking for a tighter sensation on their dicks. I filed the information away for later.
I could feel the stranger smearing his fingers against the soft skin of my rump, feeling my sticky essence as I had done with his. John was patting my head reassuringly as I gasped and moaned with relief into the fabric of his shirt while the waves of my orgasm subsided. I was shuddering. The stranger withdrew his hand from my bottom and soon there was nothing left under my flared skirt but me.
On screen, the hero untied his captive damsel, and they embraced joyously. I shifted away from John so I could get my panties back in their proper place. I leaned back in my seat and gazed at the screen. God, I felt so *good.* I was a puddle of contentment. Before the credits rolled I hazarded a glance to my side. The stranger’s seat was empty; this time for sure.
As we departed the theatre I folded my dupatta strategically so it wouldn’t show the stranger’s cum stains. John put his arm around me and I leaned against him. He began to chuckle as we walked toward the car.
“Oh Naty…. you pretend to be horrified, but I know the truth about you. You were excited by that gory movie, weren’t you?”
“Oh no, John! That movie was scary!”
“Oh don’t try to hide it, darling. Forget about being on the edge of your seat with excitement… the way you leaned into me I don’t think your ass even was *touching* the seat at all by the end! Doesn’t it hurt your hips to curl up like that?
I laughed nervously
“I felt you quaking with fear, but…” he wagged his finger at me, “…there was *definitely* some excitement in your voice. I think you were having a lot of fun and trying to conceal it.”
He smiled down into my face and his delight was contagious. I smiled up at him. I felt my face redden and I turned away bashfully.
“I’m glad the girl got a happy ending”
~~Naty & *fin~~*
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