We hadn’t been to the movies for quite some time. Schedules had not permitted us to go out much. But, finally we had an evening free. Nothing special was playing, it was more the experience, then the movie. The darkness, the quiet that was the part we liked. We picked a film that had been out awhile, one we knew that few people would be seeing. No drinks, no popcorn, they would just be wasted.
We slowly walked to the theatre. Hand in hand. I had worn a simple summer dress and no panties. I had always hated them and he didn’t allow them anyways.
He was in jeans, a belt, a button down shirt, and his black boots. I had learned to shine them when we met. They always had a mirror finish now with years of practice. They were my favorite.
He opened the door and we both walked in to an empty theatre. “Perfect,” He said excitedly. We slipped into the back row and sat down. I tucked my arm under His, and His fingers rested on my inner thigh.
The movie started, lights dimmed, and no one came in. It really was perfect. As the first scenes played out I felt His hand gently stroking my thigh, and I dropped my hand to his zipper, and gently traced every inch. I felt His lips kiss my forehead, and I knew that was His command to me; He didn’t need words.
I stood from my seat, turned around, facing away from the screen. Slid down the aisle in front of him. I dropped to my knees; straddling his boot as I did. That was our protocol. I kneeled there waiting for His next order. He sat up in His seat, pulling my head to His. He kissed me, keeping one hand on the back of my head, and the other slipping under the edge of dress. He spread my lips, and brushed my clit. I had not realized how aroused I was. I whimpered at the mere brush of his finger.
He managed to push my face closer into his. Kissing me even harder. As his fingers began feverishly rubbing my clit. My breaths quickly shortened. And before I knew it I was on the edge. He dropped His hand from under my dress, and reached for His belt buckle, never removing His hand from the back of my head, or His lips from mine. But, even I could not stand it. I beat His hands to His belt buckle, and frantically undid it along with the button and zipper. He was already fully aroused, and I quickly sucked His dripping member into my lips.
His taste; my favorite. I felt Him moan above me, and I continued to work His cock; every inch with my tongue, and my throat. Coating Him, in my own spit. Letting it run down his hardness and drip. He pushed my knees further apart with his boot and pushed me down til with each movement my sloppy hole was grinding against his boot. This made me work harder hoping he would at least let me finish on his boot.
I rubbed his tip, against my face, feeling his wetness. His pre cum smearing my lipstick. Stroking Him hard and fast when I needed a moment to breath. Not neglecting one inch of His cock. Minutes passed, and I could tell He was getting close. I began to move even faster with my mouth, my body, maybe I could make us cum together.
I felt Him begin to twitch, but he pulled me off.
He put himself away, zipping up His pants, and buckling His belt. I whined and reached for it, trying to undo it, to taste Him, to finish Him off. He slapped my hands away, and when I tried again, He lightly struck my cheek. I could feel my wet pussy immediately begin to drip. His violence was my favorite form of foreplay. I was ready for more. But beyond the blur of the romantic comedy in my cock drunk ears it was silent.
I dropped my hands to my lap and stared up at him. I tried to hide the disappointment in my eyes. But Sir knows me so well, it is hard to hide much of anything from him.
He simply smiled and pulled me up to my seat. He wiped up my lipstick, cleaning my face of anything left. He wrapped his arms around me, and I settled into his chest, disappointed but content. “girl,” he breathed, “remember this is a double feature. Just wait for the second show.”
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