A Story written by RedHairedAndFriendly
lift my breasts, putting them on display for him. He sits closer to the edge of his seat. I run my left Tip over his Joystick, then the right, before watching him guide his hard thick shaft between my bosom. The head of his Joystick peeks out, and I bend my head down to trail my tongue over the tip. I slowly lick the tightly swollen skin, as I begin to slide my breasts along his erection. Feeling the firm strokes against the twin globes of my body, I lift them up and down, mimicking the movement he is making. I hear his groan of pleasure. “Oh yeah, Hon.” Smiling at him, though I can’t see the color of his eyes, I know they have darkened because of the desire he is experiencing.
Grinding my Tips into the pubic hairs of his s*x, my breasts separate slightly from each other, so my mouth can descend down, grasping the tip of his wet Joystick. Sucking the pre-Pour, swallowing the liquid, my moan speaks of my love for him. He takes his hand away from the base of his Joystick, and presses my tits around it again. This time I watch as his hips drive up and drop down. My Kittycat is slick and only becomes more so, as with each thrust up, I lick the head. Faster he moves, and harder he pushes between my breasts. “Yes,” I hear myself moan, “Ohhh, Mmmmm.. yes. Use my tits.” My breath is faster as he holds his Joystick between my tits and uses the pads of his thumbs to stroke the hard Tips.
“My love, use your body,” he whispers. “Love it with your fingers. I want you to Pour.”
Though his words are only a whisper, they roar in my ears, and I do as he tells me. Using two fingers, I drive them deep into my s*x. I pound them in as he pushes the tip of his Joystick out between my breasts, Bleeping me fast and squeezing them tight. My fingers curl, scraping the walls of my body, as I force them in deeper, my tongue still circling and tasting his juice. I feel my Kittycat tighten on my hand. My head falls back, and he knows that my Pour will soon flow freely from my body. He grabs my hair, and pushes my head onto the full Joystick. My breasts fall away as he drives my mouth, deep. Still stroking my s*x, my tongue works and caresses his firm shaft, until, together we Pour, both of us moaning as the passionate waves of pleasure rush over us. The spasms of our body are like the tides of the ocean, rising and falling with each pump of his hips and each throb of my wet, juice covered lips.
I can hear his words of love, as his hand strokes my hair. Closing my eyes, I lick the slick surface of his Joystick, and the moist juice from his balls. Rising up, his hand cups my chin and he bends closer. Our lips touch. Tongues mate, then retreat, then mate again. Sighing into him, I feel his arms embrace me, as the dance they play brings more drops of juice from my body.
Settling back in my chair, I watch him through the dim light of the projection room. He places his wet, semi-hard Joystick back into his shorts, and rubs his hand along the crotch, adjusting his s*x for comfort. I press my hand over it, allowing my palm to once more begin stroking it. He moans softly. Then, taking my hand away and kissing it gently, he stands. The film isn’t over, but we don’t care. Together we leave through the upper door of the theater, and enter a long narrow hallway, not normally used for customers. I look around to see what way we are to leave, and turn in that direction. He pulls me back, placing a finger against my parted lips. I stay quiet, my eyes questioning him. Then he leads me to a partially open door.
Walking inside, I see a young teenage boy operating the controls of the projector. My lover leads me into the room, and has me sit in an empty chair behind the open window. I watch, as the boy and my love leave the room. Then my lover returns, locking the door behind him. “Where is the boy?” I ask.
“He felt like he needed a break,” he winks at me.
“Ohhh… did he?” I smile, and then stand up, the sounds of the movie projector still running. “How much did this break cost you… and how much time do we have?” Sliding my hands to his waist once again, I can feel the tip of his Joystick straining against the fabric.
“$100.00 and 15 minutes.”
My eyes go wide. “$100.00!” My jaw drops and I hear a “Shhhh!!” come from the patrons below us. We both grin, and I hear myself giggle, “Well, we had best make the most of these 15 minutes.”
“Oh god, yes!” He growls as he opens his pants again, and pulls out his Joystick.
My Kittycat, still moist from before, but cooled, is on fire again. The hard shaft before my eyes makes my mouth water and my pulse beat hard in my heart. Pulling me to him, I feel his Joystick against my stomach. He turns me around and seats himself in the chair behind me. At his urging, I lower myself onto his lap. Shifting himself so he is somewhat reclined, I feel his Joystick press against the lips of my s*x. Moaning quietly, I lift my Buttocks and let the firm muscle slide into my slick s*x. His fingers press into my hips and drive me hard and fast. Each push is deeper. Each one, more pronounced then the other.
Biting my lip, my finger moves to rub at my Bosom. I use the other to slide to my clit, pressing and pulling against it. I close my eyes. As if sensing it, I hear him tell me, “Open them, and watch your movie.” I smile as I watch the film. The couple are making love. She is trailing kisses down his chest, her head disappearing beneath the screen. The movie continues, the camera now on his face, as he leans back, his features contorted in pure pleasure. Watching this, I feel my lover’s head hit the spot that makes me call out his name. “Yesss!” I yell, my scream given at the same time the actor’s face contorts in one final moment of passion. My own body gives up its orgasm, as my lover sits up and bites my shoulder. His shot of Pour fills the cavern of my Kittycat and I feel my body begin to heave and quake above his.
“Oh my god!” I call out as the orgasm continues to spiral around me.
His tongue licks the red flesh that I know he has left. His bite was hard, somewhat painful; but at the same time purely full of pleasure. As I ride his Joystick, slowing my movements, his licks become small kisses. Soon I feel the cool air hit my swollen, hot Kittycat. My lover pushes me upward, and stands behind me, his hands on my hips, my Kittycat slowly releasing his Joystick. I feel the moisture run along my thigh as he pulls away from me. As we watch the end of the film roll, we hear a, “Hey, Mister?” from behind the closed door. Turning, my face a blush of pink and red, my lover’s Joystick hidden once more, I unlock the door. We join hands and leave the theater. Silent whispers and stares are given to us as we leave. I recognize some of the people that were in the theater, as I had yelled out my passionate, “Yes!”
As we move outside, the sun is slowly descending. The time on the building across the street screams 5:15pm. I grasp his arm and we move away, ignoring the hour, and only looking for those ahead of us. “What would you like to do, now?” he asks me.
I look up to him and say, “Doesn’t blackberry pie and brandy sound nice?”
To Be Continued…