Denver, CO
I went to a popular adult theater in Denver, Pleasures on West Colfax, to live out a fantasy. Overall a fun, lovely experience. I’ll get to the sexual details in a bit, bear with me a bit as I’m exhausted, sore and had, among other things, an intense quad/glutes workout. Didn’t see that coming, and an awesome side benefit.
I’d assume guys go there to get off, but it was an entirely different experience for me…
I reconnected, as I seem to do every six months or so, with an ex boyfriend that means a lot to me — one of those relationships that’s unequal in emotional attachments, as I’ve always loved him and he just really likes my company. So it’s nice for me to see him, but sad as I know he’ll be around for a month or three until he tries to make a vanilla relationship work. Those always seem to fail as his perv side is, in my opinion, a compulsion.
One of his compulsions is seeing me covered in ejaculate. Good, wholesome, safe fun, so why not? I was a little hesitant about going to an adult theater as I’d never been and didn’t want to get “swamped”.
We arrived at Pleasures and a very nice elderly man checked us in. We purchased a box of three condoms and two tickets, I can’t recall the total price (the condoms were $8.99 which was a lot) but it was about $30.
It was dusk when we arrived and it’s really dark inside, so we stumbled around a bit until a very polite, very fit older man (teleiophelia is one of my things) offered me his arm and showed us to the bathroom. I went in with my friend because I like holding it (endlessly entertaining, methinks, the peeing standing up thing), but it was cramped so I just stood in the doorway.
It was pretty obvious we’d never been there before — the place is a maze! — but the gentleman wasn’t pushy, and just waited outside the door. By then a crowd of about 10 men were staring at me in the hallway, so I asked our new friend to show us around. I was non-specific (we wanted a group room but I didn’t know the lingo) so he showed us the couple dozen booths, explaining there were glory holes in most, then showed us the gay theatre, which was pretty packed. I declined and off to the next theatre we went. Winding through the labyrinth we came to the next, which was Bi/TS/CD. Also not what we were looking for that night. But head through that theatre and there’s another door that’s not very obvious. This was was the hetero room.
In we go, our new entourage in tow, and our friend asks, very politely, if I’d like help
undressing. How sweet. I accept, my ex sits down and pulls my pants down, then takes my thong, astutely putting it in his trouser pocket (people have sticky souvenir fingers!). Our friend unclasps my bra, and lifts my top up and off.
I’m totally nude in about 60 seconds, and I’m the only one. The men pull themselves through the pee hole in their underwear and pants. Odd. I drop my ex’s pants and undies to his ankles.
I never — and I mean never — kiss or receive oral from anyone other than my primary partner, or partners when in poly mode. But a really sweet, fit old man of at least 80 asks if he can lick me. Why not? It’s a night of firsts, right? He sits in a theatre seat, I throw one leg up in kinda a standing split and land it on the seat back behind him. He looked terrified for a minute, but then I leaned in. He’s staring at my pussy descend on his face, and starts licking. Damn good at it too, good like a lesbian… I enjoy it a while, then step back. Still standing, I bend at the waist and start giving my ex a blow job.
I’ve made him abstain because I’m about that, and he can shoot North-like gobs of lovely goo. Our friend starts fingering me from behind, it feels lovely, right on my g-spot. I look up at my ex, kind of nod and flip my head a fraction of an inch toward our friend behind me and my ex says “harder, she likes it harder” and the familiarity of being with him gives me a rush of emotion. Our pal puts a condom on and starts having at me, standing doggie style while I’m still bent over sucking on my ex’s very, very thick penis. I’ve never understood the “size queen” thing, for me it’s all about girth and gooey gobs of cum, especially so if those loads are delivered while being expressive vocally, and doing so very loudly. Since I’m mostly deaf, auditory stimulation is becoming another one of my “things”.
Our friend must have finished, because I feel him slip out of me. Not more than a minute later I feel the press of latex on me, but it’s thicker, and he misses my vagina and enters me Greek with kind of a forceful pop. “Ooooh!” I stand taller to get a couple inches away from him. I look back, it’s a Hispanic man with an obviously thick, rock hard cock in me. I bend back down and continue the very, very sloppy blowjob on my ex.
I know my ex. He’s getting close, and what man doesn’t like a sloppy, rhythmic blowjob, where the rhythm is provided by a man behind the woman, taking her hard doggie style? Greek, even. So I stop, stand upright, turn around, pull the condom off our new friend, kneel and give myself a lovely facial. He says something I couldn’t really hear but he’s smiling so I say “thank you!” and smile back. Cum drips off me to the floor, and I look down at it: the condom from my gentleman seems to be sitting right there, cum oozing out of it. Cool, or gross? I can’t decide, but it’s a little surreal, time seems to stop for a second, and I’m a bit sad seeing all of that lovely, wasted seed.
There’s no sofas in there as sexual contact is illegal, and I’m too prissy to sit on the floor. The three-pack of condoms is gone in five minutes, and by that time the press of people is on me. Our gentleman friend stays and watches and asks if I’m okay, I gurgle out a yes, slip back off another lovely, fit, Hispanic man’s rock-hard phallus and say “I’m out of condoms” so our friend announces “only rubber in here”…
I tend to suck at colloquialisms so it was cool to learn a new phrase. When he announced that, half the men leave, which was disheartening as I was hoping for a bukkake fest.
Which I still got from some that stayed, and then most of the men came back, condoms in hand and more stragglers in tow.
A very pretty woman — and I’ve always been attracted to “BBW” types — is there with her friend and is periodically giving him blowjobs and egging him on to sit in the empty seat next to me. Exhausted from riding men standing cowgirl (they were in the individual seats so I had to hover and bounce up and down on them). I wasn’t paying much attention until my ex gave me the eyebrow flip and I looked over. The young man was finally sitting next to me, about half erect and already a genuine eight inches. Just because I prefer girth over length, well, when you have them both it is quite amazing, so I’m on the kid — literally — rubbing his ever-increasing erection between my labia.
I ask if he’s been tested, he replies yes, I ask where, he names the clinic, I ask where the clinic is and he gives the correct answer. Or at least I think and hope he did, deaf as I am.
So I slipped his giant self into me and start bouncing. I’ve got two fistfulls of the back of the theatre seat, just impaling myself on him, then screaming in orgasm. Weak-kneed, I plop down on him and can’t really move, then look up and there’s his girlfriend (I think they were just friends) in the row behind me, smiling and looking me straight in the eye.
The young man didn’t cum inside me so I wobble upright and kneel in front of him: “ever given a woman a facial?” I couldn’t really understand what he was saying but he popped up and started to masturbate. I was really wishing for a bed or even a sofa to lay back on and deep throat that monstrosity, but as I’m daydreaming an enormous load squirts in my mouth and it kept cumming and cumming. I was already pretty covered in cum but it was running down my face, dripping off my breasts, just an astounding amount. He’s still pumping cum so I thrust him in my mouth, grab his hips and start face-fucking myself. His legs start trembling, he’s grunting and smiling and shaking, so I relent. If I’d known him better, I would’ve kept sucking and driving him down and back into a chair until I’d snarfed every last bit of precious seed. But I was old enough to be his mom, so mercy it was.
After that a guy I know professionally is there. He’s staring at me (all the men were so it wasn’t out of place) but I immediately think it’s because he recognizes me.
Panic! I’m not in a field of equality — still pretty misogynistic with the double-standard of the ‘ole boys club. The ethical slut thing wouldn’t go over well.
I politely ask: “Have we met”?
“No”, he says, “but do you go to Scarlett Ranch?”
“Oh, yes, I say, that must be it”. I’m sure he recognizes me, and appreciate the detente of what I perceive to be the “First Rule of Fetlife” — which is, of course, “Don’t talk about Fetlife!”.
So I fuck him for at least a half hour, then stop and rest. He sits on the other side of me. The cunnilingus fan is back, again asking very politely to taste me. Tired, I slouch in the theatre chair and he gets on his hands and knees and has at me. It’s lovely… …the guy who recognizes me, still sitting next to me, is watching. “Damn good at it, like a lesbian” I say. He nods, smiles a little; understanding conveyed. I just fucked a kid whose young enough to be my son and got eaten out by a guy old enough to be my dad, and no one thought anything of it. Another surreal moment…
After a while I get up and start to ride my ex boyfriend vigorously. And I mean hard — he’d slid down in the theatre seat so his penis was about equal with the chair arms. I do a split, knees bend 50 degrees so I can hover and mount him so I can hammer back and forth. I know he’s not going to last long, especially as I whisper in his ear: “lick the cum off my tits”. He does, he’s always been ultra obedient when we’re naked, and it drives me wild. I hammer that thick cock into me even harder. Then faster. Tits bouncing, cum droplets flying everywhere, people staring, it was pretty awesome… …he grunts, bellowing he’s going to cum, I start orgasming and he blows into me in spasms. How awesome it must be, being a man willing and able to abstain for a good period of time, the resultant release seems truly awesome.
He stays hard. He always does after cumming. So I keep riding him until he grunts and asks me to stop. I don’t. He’s shivering and pleads, so I stop. Didn’t really want to because it felt so good, riding a thick cock with all that squishy cum mushing around and foaming up…
I stand up off him, my gaping pussy spews a giant glob of cum down and it lands on his pants on the floor. We stare at each other and just laugh.
Tired, I sit back down, sandwiched between my ex and the guy that recognized me. Our original friend is there, behind me, helping me pull my cum-drenched hair into a bun. He gathers up my clothes and folds them over a seat. A dozen men are there, looking expectantly at me and I ask the gentleman behind me: “ready for round two?” He declines.
The guy that recognizes me, having previously asked if he could cum in me, states that intention: “I’m going to cum in you, get doggie style” so I do, and he takes it to me. He’s a powerful man, and the only one that knight that really understood the lifestyle desire of being taken forcefully. A lot of men, rightly conditioned to be respectful of women, just can’t do it, even when asked.
He grunts, grabs my hips hard and thrust a couple more times really deep, really hard. I orgasm again, my arms collapse and my face drops to the disgusting concrete. I figure the layer of cum drenching me will protect me from the abject grossness. My head turned sideways, I see a dozen used condoms littering the floor from my escape and I think: ‘wow, cleaning here must be a really shitty job’. What an odd thing to think.
Exhausted, I’m too tired to stand and throw a leg over my ex’s head to make him lick the cum out of me. So I kneel in the center of the floor, and queef a glob of cum out by accident. “Oh, excuse me”, I say. No one cares, I think I blushed a little.
There’s a good bit of space between the first row of seats and the screen — and mumble: “I ‘m tired, anyone want to cum on me before I go?”. No one reacts.
My ex smiles down at me. His pants are still between his ankles so I figure we can stay a little longer.
I’m kinda dazed, literally the brains fucked out of me (which is why I like being taken hard, repeatedly, a great way to shut over thinking off) and the original gentleman asks if we’d let him know when we planned to come back.
“How do we do that,” I ask.
“I don’t know, they shut craigslist and backpage down…” he responds.
I’m too brain screwed to even remember FetLife, so I just sit there, dumbfounded.
The man that recognized me speaks up, loudly with authority: “She said she’s leaving, does anyone want to cum on her?”
Men that had been watching most of the time kinda inch forward, but don’t come to the front. I smile at each and push my breasts together. Most come down, all seem too shy to cum on m face, so I would rise up on my knees and let them masturbate between my breasts, then sit back down when they came. Another Hispanic male is there just spewing voluminous amounts of cum on my face, in my mouth, everywhere. I wonder if that’s a “thing” from the Hispanic diet? Is that racist? Did I care at the time? I guess I did, as I didn’t ask.
By now I’m just dripping cum. It’s a mess. “Hey,” I ask my ex, “did you think to bring a towel?”
He didn’t. I have a makeup wipe, it doesn’t help much, so I just pull my clothes on, and we head out with salutations of thanks to my pervy new pals. We see the young man and his girlfriend in the parking lot, apparently recounting the story to another two men, but I couldn’t really hear. They see me, wave, but I’m too tired to stop and talk so I wave and just head to the car.
Back in my room now, pulling my tights off, they’re stuck to me, crusty and white. I was too tired to put the rest of my clothes on, just a rayon shirt. It’s stuck to me and crusty too. Don’t wear dry-clean-only to the porn club, dummy.
All in all, it was an excellent night. The only downside? Some dickhead turned his cell phone video camera on and started filming me. I grabbed it, not thinking that such a perv could be dangerous, hit stop and told him to delete it. The entire room of men other than him were with me in the “not cool” sentiment, so that was nice and I got the impression the guys there were looking out for the slutty women that show up. Smart, imparting that, or I wouldn’t go back.
Being “swamped” wasn’t an issue. Yes, there were hands all around me all the time fingering me vaginally and anally but every time I shifted position everyone stopped. All the guys wore condoms and none took them off.
Sitting here, post-shower, my pussy hurts, so does my backside. I’ve got odd bruises on my thighs, which are already getting sore…
All in all, I think I’ll be back, pervy pals in tow.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hy8vvb/fmmm_gangbang_creampie_crossed_gangbang_in_adult
Nicely written scenario. Would make a fun ??