CD Rebeca Young Tranny p7 Gurl Meets World 2

Young Tranny
7. How I Started part 7- Gurl Meets World p2

Semen coated my mouth with a tart, sweet, and salty slimy syrup-like goo. Unlike Mr. Carlton's sweet and tangy, occasionally tart cum, the oafish clerk who had just violated me had rough, thick, salty cum that I had mixed feelings about. The taste disagreed with me, but I'd earned the cumload. I tasted it every time I breathed. I strutted up to the pull handle of the lobby restroom and pulled hard to open it.
I stepped into the old restroom of the adult theater and sex-toy shop and found it was dated, but surprisingly well kept. Less than five minutes after taking the ass-to-mouth cumload of the theater's "manager," I was more than a bit high on sex, but the taste of his cum was too bitter and I wanted to rinse.
As I stepped toward the sink I felt the familiar warm and deep rutting ache in my crotch and behind my cock. It was somewhere near the cum-button that my little prostate had become. My damp panties were now a bit cool as heat ventilated through the wetness from lube, my own cum, and whatever other wetness was there. I smiled and thought that much of the wetness was probably the clerk's semen.
Adrenaline and excitement pulsed though me as my well-fucked ass quivered. All of my senses were red-lining and my heart thumped like I was in a race. As I strutted across the wide restroom in my high heels. I swayed my ass like it was the only way I knew to walk. Any male traits were completely dormant and my inner gurl-slut was on display for all to see like never before.
As I strutted across the restroom floor to the sinks and realized that I had mixed feelings about the taste in my mouth. I wished I could savor it like it was an accomplishment, because in many ways it was, but I also knew beside the fact that the taste didn't really agree with me I had a more powerful reason to rinse. Mistress K's commanding voice rang out in my head, "Rinse your mouth after you perform. Always be ready for someone new." I also remembered the talk she'd had with me about bacteria and diseases. Among other things, she said, "You don't know them or where they have been and you also want to provide the next man a clean, fresh, nasty-gurl mouth."
Though I had no mouthwash, I knew she also would want me to use tap water to do a rinse. I reached the sink, turned it on and put my hand under it to cup the water for my mouth.
As I bent I saw myself in the mirror for the first time since I'd left Mr. Carlton's house. My look was still really good. In fact great considering how much I'd been though already, it was great. My heavy makeup had been applied as Mistress K had taught- "ready for work." All the techniques had worked well and very little was messed up. My lips were, understandably, all but completely wiped out. Everything else was stil very hot, and nearly perfect. I looked very hot and very femme in my dark mascara, thick eyeliner, lightened upper cheeks, and the rich cobalt blues to shadow and accent my eyes. My thin brows, rouged cheeks, and even the cock-sucking-smeared lipstick complimented a face that was framed well by my auburn wig. My "hair" d****d in loose curls down to my shoulders.
My ass quivered as I flashed to a recent deeply sexual memory from that morning at school. I'd looked down my teacher's open blouse, wondering if she was a slut because her bra was a shiny pink and barely cupped her ample tits. She was a decent looking dirty-blonde mom-age woman that had occasionally been the target of many short jack-off fantasies for me and I am sure several other boys in class. As the memory passed I actively connected the question about her to my current moment. With a smile looked I at myself and silently answered in my inner monologue, "She's not a slut like me."

The moment was shattered with a start. A male voice suddenly said, "Uhhhhaaahhhh....don't stop...don't sssstopppp-haaaa!"
I looked past myself in the mirror and then, seeing nothing, a fight or flight reaction caused me to pivot fast. I looked and saw nothing, then looked up at the ceiling, nothing. Then down toward the restroom's corners, and then movement drew me to the restroom stalls. A shoe, no, a pair of shoes, the soles upward, faced me and shifted side to side. After a second I calmed as I realized the shoes were connected to the legs of a person, a guy, on his knees in the toilet. From the movements and sounds I immediately realized I was watching someone suck off someone else's cock in the toilet stall. The lucky guy being sucked off was about to cum. I froze and fixated on the scene with perverse interest. I saw nothing but knew exactly what was occurring. I knew I should think, eeeew, sex in the restroom, but I embraced a deeper sexual a****l within me and I felt my cock tighten and begin to firm. Fucking hot, I thought.
At that moment the bathroom door opened from the lobby opened and distracted me from watching the toilet stall. I shook loose from my trance-like fixation on the toilet sex I was not exactly seeing but was witnessing.
In came the customer who "caught" me leaving the manager's booth after our sex-for-entry session. The man was older, lean, maybe in his fifties, or older, you couldn't really tell for sure in SoCal. He wore a miss-matched tan blazer and milk chocolate-brown trousers with a shiny silver-blue dress shirt and no tie. He was pink and shiny, possibly from walking to the store in the late-afternoon "winter" sun.
I turned back to the running sink water and slurped, cupped my hand, then bent and slurped some up to rinse my mouth out. The stickiness of the man's cum flushed out easily, but the taste was still there. I received a warm rush. I smiled at the realization that I loved being a cum-whore, and so far my first real adventure as one in public was amazing.
The man in brown passed me and went to the urinal that was next to the open toilet stall that was to the left of the one the two guys were using. The Mr. Brownpants began to do his business but tilted his head just enough to peek over his shoulder at me.
Thinking nothing of it, I rinsed two more times and then turned off the water and went to the open toilet. I was now between the one with a blowjob occurring. I rotated around, noting that there was adequate toilet paper, and I slid the bolt lock into place. I reached under my skirt, slid my thumbs under the smooth elastic of my panty hip straps and pushed my panties down to mid-thigh, releasing my gooey semi-hard cock. Some cum or pre-cum dripped off and hit the space between my closed-toe pumps. Then using a wad of toilet paper I wiped my fuckhole off and felt the residual cum or lube or whatever cover the paper and slide over me. I got more and repeated until the slickness was gone and the residue was mostly gone. I was satisfied I was a clean as need be. As I'd been groomed to, I checked the toilet paper each time before I discarded it. I made sure there were no "off-colors" as Mr. Carlton called them and no globs of cum or other "stuff." I was clean. I felt a sense of pride that I was clean and ready for action.
Below my right side, the urinal side, I saw the brown pant leg and a scuffed dress shoe edging into my stall. Every once and a while the toe lifted upward slowly and then went down fast. Then it went up, went right and left, then back down, and scooted further still into my stall. I had never experienced this before and had no idea he was making a pass at me.
Then, to my left in the other stall, I heard that the familiar sucking noises of a deep blowjob that was almost complete. The sounds were almost normal conversational-volume, but still a bit subdued and a little slow. Sexy deep sucking noises went from a regular pace to what sounded like a slowdown made by the BJ recipient when he controls the cocksucker's head. Then I heard the confirmation of what I already suspected.
One voice, the one without a cock in it, said, "Aaaaahhh...don't stop! Yeeeaahhhh, thaatttsssit Oh! Oh! Oh!!...ahhh, slow...." Then a pause was followed with the noises most make after the point of no return is reached. He moaned, "Yeeeahhh, I'm gonna ...cum in ...your mouth....haaaaa... UUUUUhhhhhh...haaaa...AAAAAAhhhhhh....yyy...ye...yyyesssssss!...Do that ohhh...yess all the way...haaa...all the way down...uhh! Uhh! Uhh!! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
I was jealous of the guy on his knees who was certainly receiving multiple blasts of cum.
Seconds later, the slow post-orgasmic-head now completed, the cocksucker pulled his feet forward and he stood. I saw his pants move and could tell he was now jacking off and then, I saw drops of semen shoot all over the stall floor. The cocksucker breathed in deeply and I heard a gargling noise and then, the semen still falling all over the place, I saw a huge splatting spit-drop of semen land in between his toes. Then the breathing was unobstructed and several moans told the story that the sex was now done in stall two. Someone said with the sound of a smile in their voice, "Fuckin' sexy bitch. Let's go home now."
A few seconds after that two sets of feet facing each other paused a moment, probably for a quiet kiss, and then the stall door lock was pulled, the door opened and a rush of cooler air blew the smell of sex into my stall as they departed. A moment later, without washing up, the two left.
Caught in the moment, now with a diamond-cutting hard cock, I realized that I was finished in the toilet. I wiped off the last of my messy ass-cunt and, just as I was groomed to do, I looked down at the white toilet paper to see it was, aside from being damp, still a pristine white. I was ready! I dropped it in the toilet and opened my tiny hand-purse. It was a shiny faux-patent leather "clutch" I'd been gifted by a mommy-like female friend of Mr. Carlton's after I sucked off her husband in an after-school play a few weeks previously. I smiled recalling that the sex seemed to be far too short until I learned that they needed to get home to their actual daughter.
I opened my small KY tube, squeezed a generous amount onto my index and middle fingers and leaned forward to finger myself and prepare for more penetration. Leaning forward and looking down I saw the foot of the man in the urinal. Still leaning forward, probing my hole, I saw my shadow move toward his foot on the floor. His toe went up and down three times quickly and I was still clueless that it was a request. I got a little more KY and shoved it into my puckered ass-cunt to make sure I was ready.
What happened next has only happened to me six times. Ever.
I put the KY away, wiped off my fingers, stood, pulled my panties up, pushed down my miniskirt, flushed, and stepped out of the stall to the sink to wash. As I opened my clutch to fix my lipstick the man in brown turned from the urinal toward me and made sure I saw him in the mirror. He looked me in the eye and was stroking himself as he watched me smoothly moving the shiny burgundy-red lipstick over my bottom lip.
He smiled at me and said, "You're really hot, want to make twenty dollars really fast?"
I felt a surge of adrenaline and lust wash through me like and over-powered douche up my hungry ass-cunt. I smiled and stalled, as I searched for and answer. I was unprepared for this. It was a fantasy, perhaps THE fantasy, but neither Mr. Carlton or Mistress K had groomed be for the moment when I would be propositioned for real. I stalled while more adrenaline flooded me. I slowly looped the lipstick over my bottom lip and pouted an extra time. Then I smiled a wide, lips-together smile as I put the cap on my lipstick. About three-hundred versions of the same three possible answers of "yes," "no," or "more money" played out in my overwhelmed brain. My cock tightened and began swelling as I held the smile at him in the mirror.
My non-answer confused the man in brown pants. He furrowed his eyes and urged, "Come on. You did the clerk, you fucked him...right? So, now do me, fuck me right here, right now, come on...twenty bucks!"
I winked, an parted my lips. I was about to accept his low offer and then offer myself to him. I looked at myself and knew I was about to live the fantasy. I looked at him once more as I was caught in private thoughts.
He misread my slow response and said, with a frustrated tone, "How about thirty bucks?"
I turned toward him as he dropped his cock and grabbed for his wallet in a clumsy enthusiastic manner. After a moment his cock went down a bit and he said, "Ah, oh fuck, ah, oh come on now...FUCK! I only have twenty on me right now."
I nodded and stepped to him, excited to live my "cheap-whore" fantasy desire. Without saying anything I nodded, and began to kneel in front of his cock. I was totally ready to worship his cock.
His actions slowed and gave the moment a surreal slow-motion quality. He stopped fidgeting and smoothly passed the twenty to me.
I reached my right hand up and I snatched it with two fingers and stuck it in my bra inside of two seconds. As I took payment for play, I gripped his meaty cut six inches with my left hand and aligned my mouth with his cock. Then I gave him a "worship" blowjob, where I open as wide as possible and don't touch his shaft or cockhead until he hits my throat or I hit his pubic hairs. I hit his hairs at the same time his cock touched my tonsils. Then I sucked him all the way back up, tight and perfect. My left hand fell and gripped my own cock through my panties and then pulled out the left side so I could suck and stroke. I reached up and worked his shaft with my right hand and began a deep smooth blowjob. I was now a whore, I thought, sucking the stranger's cock.
Though I never had any doubt, I knew I was skilled and, hearing his breathing and moans, just as I'd heard dozens of times before, I could tell he was really enjoying me. His sounds and reactions to me encouraged me. I went down on him enthusiastically and worked him skillfully, slow and soft down, tight, fast and slick up. Over and over. At the same time I pointed my cock directly down and stroked my shaft evenly like I was edging myself. Soon I was on the verge of cumming and holding myself on edge as I sucked his cock.
Then things took a turn. He didn't know what I was, and I thought he did. I was ill-prepared.
Before I knew it was happening, he reached over my head and bent his body forward and felt my ass under my skirt. At first I thought nothing of it. I'd had this exact thing most times I given head, but I forgot that those people knew what I was. Him not knowing never even entered my mind.
Then he began saying things that showed he had no idea about me.
The man in brown pants said, "Does your boyfriend like that you sick cock here sweetie? How often do you turn tricks here? I bet you love strange cock in your pussy. Does your vagina get wet when you come over here to fuck strangers? You got a husband? You want a husband?"
On and on he went and the more he made it obvious he didn't know I was a sissy-boi cocksucker the more nervous I became. I knew that I needed to make him cum quickly, so I worked his cock deep and hard, twisting and using all the tricks I knew, but he didn't cum.
Then he said, "I wanna jack off while I eat your pussy. I know I shouldn't want that with a girl like you, but...fuck it. A lot of you girls are way cleaner than they say. So, come on, I wanna sit you on that counter and eat you while I cum for you!"
As he said that I figured that he couldn't cum or he'd recently cum and wasn't ready to shoot yet.
Then he pulled away form my mouth.
I looked up at him and readied myself to stand and run, but I was back too far too fast and saw my cock. He quickly said as he was seeing my cock, but somehow not trusting his eyes. Before it registered and he could stop himself, "Come on, lets do that. At least stand up and let me see your..."
I tried to salvage the situation, tucked myself and flattened my skirt, and said, "Twenty dollars isn't enough, and I gotta go, my daddy is in the theater." I cringed as I said 'daddy,' but I had to go with it now.
He looked confused and stammered as he processed everything, "What, your sugar daddy? Your pimp? Who?"
I smiled, stood, and stepped off. As I did, on some weird reflex I reached in and got ready to actually hand him back the twenty.
The man in brown pants, dropped his pants to his ankles and quickly shuffled to me, his hand reaching me as his hips pushed into me. He got in close to me and then realized he'd cupped a cock instead of a cunt. He was close to my face now and I saw his eyebrows furrow upward in a confused expression as he did the mental arithmetic.
The realization that I was more than just a cute wayward whore, that I was a "special" gurly-whore slowly washed over him.
As I saw him completing the sum, I acted. I gripped the twenty dollar bill and evaded to my right and toward the restroom door. My quick actions shocked and possibly startled him, cock out, trousers around his ankles. He stepped back, shocked by my small and insanely hard cock, he nearly tripped and fell toward the urinal. He had a deeply puzzled look on his face.
I went for the door in a panic. As I was about to reach it I realized I had stepped off to make my get-away without my clutch. I quickly glanced at him to see I had enough space and went back over to grab it before he could regain his balance and stop me. Now, purse in hand, I silently cursed myself for almost forgetting it. I went for the door.
All of this occurred in less than three seconds. Adrenaline intended for nasty toilet sex became fight or flight. Fear and shock shot through me like a lightening bolt, but I saw his questioning face as I reached the door.
He was confused and, reaching for his fallen trousers, he stammered, "You're a...a...a... a-fuckin-bitch-boi. Fuck!...I thought you were a girl, you know...a crazy toilet whore, fuck! Fuck, a fucking bitch-boi suckin my dick."
I was scared a bit now and, thanks to my grooming, I recalled how Mistress K said it was always very important to have good manners. So, I stammered out in stressed, but still femme-voice, "Hi, I am Rebeca, and I am so sorry for the confusion. This is my first time here and...and...I thought...you know, that well, you know. I am so sorry." Then, almost to the door, I pulled the twenty from my bra and stammered, "Here, keep this, I am so sorry." I dropped the bill on the floor hoping to slow him down.
Out I went, my heels sliding a bit at the threshold. This hasty exit ended the first time I was approached by a guy who thought I was a woman.

I calmed down outwardly and composed myself as I crossed the store and went for the theater. I took each step across the filthy carpeted shop-floor with extra care to plant not my heel to hard and trip myself and continue what I was sure was a getaway. It wasn't, of course, but my mind ran wild with possibilities. I envisioned being grabbed and beaten senseless only to have my mom find me in the hospital, makeup on, medical tests telling her what I'd been up to and confirming what I was. I'd recently watched some movie, or maybe it was a TV show, on that exact thing happening to a "queer." A bunch of "straight" boys, some of whom he'd actually had sex with, had beaten him in a bathroom and had crippled him. That wasn't going to be me. I committed then and there that I would always be faster or smarter.
Everything changed as I reached to open the door and complete my imagined getaway successfully.
The clerk who'd already gotten his share of me smiled as he buzzed the door open and said, "Have fun, sweetie."
Out of trained reflex I returned the smile and then I pulled the surprisingly heavy door open wide enough to pass.
Half way through the door into the theater the clerk whose cum I had just washed out of my mouth smiled at me and said, "They are going to love you. Have fun."

I paused to let the door close and heard the click of the electric latch. I silently cursed myself for not studying it better to know how to work it to leave. I felt the door and found it was like many fire-doors and had a push-bar. Reassured, I continued my sexual odessy.
My adjusted after a few seconds and I saw the wide dark hallway that spoke to how this had once been a nice theater, worthy of the best shows of its time. A short walk away I saw theater curtains in front of me and heard the sounds of sex. I breathed in deep and felt calm. I also felt flowing air go up my miniskirt and cool the damp parts of my inner leg and the bottoms of my ass-cheeks. I realized that my moist panties were radiating heat away from my crotch. The air conditioning was on and cooled me nicely.
I took a moment and briefly reflected over the mishap with the man in the brown pants. As I got to the end of the debacle I refined what I heard and knew it was the unmistakable sounds of cocksucking. I heard the movie soundtrack. As I complete my replay of the incident the combination of the sounds and the event itself switched on a brilliant light went in my head. I had an amazing, wonderful and extremely powerful realization. I was passable!
I walked like a stupid bug drawn to the light and entered the perverse heaven beyond the curtains. Seconds later, confidence soaring, crotch aching for cock, I pulled the center-split theater curtain open wide and stepped through. I was excited beyond words and knew I was where I wanted to be. I was where I belonged!

The movie was in a blowjob scene and experience told me that this was the "before fucking blowjob" part of the sex scene. On the screen, a California-Blonde white girl, maybe 19 or so, was sucking off an older white-guy porn legend. As she sucked he was chastising her about not needing to suck black dicks when she had this monster to satisfy her. He was right, I thought, but I wished I'd seen the parts that had set up this scene, and I personally enjoyed the idea of white gurls or actual women serving black cocks for mutual sexual satisfaction. Although, I didn't really think as orderly at that time, I just thought, "Fucking hot!" Black cock was a constant "nasty fantasy" for me. Part of me watched the blonde work the cock and I got a bit caught up in the scene.
Then I caught myself and tried to look around. I had almost no vision because my eyes were not adequately adjusted to the darkness. So, the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was both unique and, at that time, foreign. I smelled stale semen and industrial cleaner mixed with stale smoke, maybe some piss or ammonia, and sweat. It was a musky nasty sexy combination. As my eyes adjusted I looked toward the screen and then looked on either side of the screen. There were emergency exits lit just past both sides of the screen. The single wall light set very high on the left wall was very dim. Aside form that light there was no light on the left side of the theater and what little that could be seen was only visible because of the reflected light from the movie screen. So, I looked around the right side of the huge room. On the right wall, there were four dim lights along the wall, but they were all very dim, and the right side was only slightly better lit than the left.
Movement caught my eye and I saw a fellow theater patron's head popping back up next to another person whose head I hadn't noticed. The two were just ahead of me, maybe ten rows down from my perch at the entry. The two were mutually enjoying a hot semi-public blowjob. Giving and receiving head both have their own wonder and greatness.
After being taken by somewhat by surprise, I closely surveyed the area in front of me. The seats were aged steel-back seats that had thinly padded vinyl backs and flip-up seats with similar padding, or no padding at all. There was a wheel-chair accessible slot to my left and another off to the right side of the seats. There was probably about thirty rows of seats, maybe more, and around twenty-five or thirty seats to either side of the center-hallway that I stood at the top of. Along the right side of the theater side I saw in the dim light that there was a walk-way along each wall. As I looked back to the better-lit right wall of the theater I realized that there were several guys standing along the walls. I looked back over and saw the same thing on the left. Back to the right I examined the wall-flowers and saw that some were alone, others were alone and obviously stroking themselves, and others...others appeared to be holding a coat in front of them, or something large and bulky that blocked their waist area. Then a guy stood up as he finished giving some head. The others with obscured crotches were all receiving blowjobs. There were around three guys getting head on the right. Then I looked back to my left with greater focus. I saw about ten guys standing along the wall. After looking closely I concluded that they were all getting head.
Then the movie soundtrack lowered as the sex sounds stopped as the actors re-positioned for the fuck scene. I heard a noise off to my left, and then another off to my right. I saw nothing and realized that the sounds were also behind me. The doorway I stood at was about fifteen feet forward of the rear wall. I now noticed that the last few original rows of seats appeared to have been removed to create a wide aisle or open space at the rear of the theater.
I turned to my right and peered back to the corner formed along the rear wall and the entry hallway. I saw a guy bent over, looking up at me, and getting fucked by another guy. I looked for a moment and saw that the guy bent forward was much older, but was taking it like a champ. A closer look made me realize that with his white beard and rounded physique he resembled Santa. Wow, I thought, Santa's getting his wish for Christmas. Beyond him and halfway between the corner of the theater and the entry way was a set of dim read lights that indicated the in-theater restrooms, with a stick-man and women symbol respectively.
I needed to find Mr. Carlton, so I looked to see if the man fucking Santa in the ass was him, it wasn't, and I was strangely relieved. Santa is already kinda creepy as he is, I don't want him to be a bottom-faggot also... That and other ironic and pointless thoughts passed.
What I really needed the sense of reassurance and some semblance of security of knowing that at least Mr. Carlton was here and hadn't completely left me behind or ditched me. Once I looked into the left rear area of the theater I got the reassurance I needed. Sort of. Along the totally dark left-rear wall I found that there were possibly fifteen or twenty more men back there. Possibly over half the patrons were in this small area.
Just behind the entry hallway threshold, and just out of reach, probably watching me the whole time stood Mr. Carlton. He smiled at me as he received a quiet blowjob from a young black twink boy on his knees. The cocksucker's pants were bunched around his ankles and his white-soled basket-ball shoes moved in time with his cocksucking. The thin black guy's ass was made barely visible by the glow of the screen light. His ass was bulbous and rounded, but still small. The bottom black boi was working Mr. Carlton fast and deep. He looked like he was probably really skilled, but Mr. Carlton's attention was on me and not him. He was not just watching me, he explained later that he was studying me to see how in just the last twenty-five minutes or so I had grown. I was now a gurl who had worked through a problem and used my sex to overcome the problem. He had no idea, of course, about the "John" in the john, the man in brown pants who'd solicited me, but it seemed like he knew I had overcome the challenges to get here. He knew I was far more confident and had grown almost exponentially in the short time since we parted.
I saw his eyes and he smiled, some measure of pride visible in the porn-movie light.
I returned the smile, part genuine happiness for his familiar face and not being abandoned, part pride at arriving on my own. Later, he described me as radiant.
After a moment, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy, then suddenly he opened them wide and looked down in frustrated anger. At first I thought he was about to cum, but instead he seemed to calm his initial reaction to some sort of mistake in the blowjob. He pulled his cock back and away, composed himself as the twink attempted to follow the cock back like a starved kitten. Then Mr. Carlton leaned forward just enough to tell the black bitch-boi to stop sucking his cock. He had to repeat himself and he pointed to is left and away as he tucked himself away. The enthusiastic young black cocksucker seemed to look down and nod in disappointment and protest but Mr. Carlton repeated himself a third time and I knew from the face that there had been teeth involved. I'd been in that situation a few times until the problem was broken through practice... lots of practice.
One last time the black twink shifted to look up and began to reach toward the now covered cock. He was about to plead for more mouth-to-cock time, but he was shut down before saying anything. All I heard over the over-acted moans of the porn queen on the screen was the word "teeth" spoken by Mr. Carlton, and that solidified that I had been right.
The young man got up off his knees revealing himself to be actually dressed rather nicely. I was surprised by that for some reason. The black twink was exactly that. a rail-thin young man with effeminate features and dressed nicely, like a salesman in a nice department store, perhaps in men's wear. He was visibly disappointed and moped as he pulled his rather nice pleated pants up. He was clearly one of the "after-work" crowd Mr. Carlton had spoken of. I felt, though I have been ultimately shown to be wrong, that he was also a rarity- a black btich-boi bottom.
I turned out to be very wrong bout him, but that is another story. At the time I really did think that almost no black guys, or African American guys if you prefer, were bottoms. Of course, that is completely wrong. Most of us bottoms are actually switches, including A LOT OF black guys.
Mr. Carlton nodded and gestured for me to join him in the darkness at the rear of the theater. I stepped over, my heels slipping just a bit as I went from the smeared and greasy carpeting to small section of smooth tile floor, then onto painted concrete in very rear of the theater.
Once past the carpet my heels made the tell-tale click-click-click-click with every step. Along the rear wall heads turned as if an alarm or a beacon had just been set off saying, 'Attention, high-heels on a bitch in the theater! Attention! Come and get it...may be a boi, may be a woman! Attention! Who cares, cum fuck her brains out! Attention! Attention!'
Mr. Carlton reached out and took hold of my hand, pulled me to him, turned me to face the screen, and pulled me to a sexual hug from behind as if I was his lover. I felt his hard cock firmly push up into my ass crack through the barriers of my miniskirt and a thin t-bar panty-back.
Once again, as groomed, I pushed back into his offer, wiggling left-right to offer my cunt-ass.
He bent slightly forward and spoke just loud enough to overcome the porn-king moaning as he jacked himself all over the blonde porn queen's still-perfect face. Mr. Carlton said into my ear, "I see you made it in. I am sorry I forgot to give you the correct money, but you handled it well I see. So, congratulations! You made it! And, without my help! I knew you could. I am proud of you! Now, let's move forward. I want you to have all the fun you want and do anything you want, except, no kissing, no, well anything else in your mouth other than cock, no ass or fingers. This place will be amazing for about another hour and a half, so do anything you want and with anyone you want. If I see something I don't want you to do, or someone I don't think you should play with, just follow what I say and do as I tell you, ok?"
I was about to ask him why no fingers, but let it go. Later he told me of his concerns for germs and for other substances.
In a kinky mood now, possibly the kinkiest mood of all time so far, I tried his Domination "title" for him on a whim. "Yes, Master." It payed off.
"Oh, my. Very good, yes, what a good gurl." He said with a hint of glee. "You know I love that," and he held me close as he opened his pants and pushed his hard cock into me. But once in he didn't fuck me, he just pushed it in and held it. The marginal pain subsided immediately so I moved myself around on him.
He let me but mostly just held himself in and pressed my cum-button.
Still holding his meaty cock up an in, he went said, "While we are here you should just call me 'Uncle Joe', ok?"
I recognized the name from role play we'd done with a man a month or so ago in which the other man was my "daddy" and Mr. Carlton, "Uncle Joe," had caught me red handed and "Dressed Like a Sissy." Then "daddy" and Uncle Joe proceeded to fuck my brains out as 'punishment for sissies.'
I smiled at the reminder of the kinky afternoon and pushed my tush back saying, "I love my Uncle Joe taking me on trips."
Mr. Carlton, or Uncle Joe, chucked and faced over my left shoulder toward a clean looking man in a dark suit and loosened tie who approached us and clearly saw what was happening.
I'd just noticed him when "Uncle Joe" said, "Do you like her? She is free and really in heat." Then he turned his head to face me close enough to kiss my cheek and said, "Aren't you honey?"
I smiled earnestly and in my little-girlie voice I said, "Yes, Uncle Joe," and I looked over at the nice man with an equally earnest smile.
The man was good looking, fit, a typical SoCal mixed-race man in his thirties, or maybe forties. His ample cock was out of his dark pants fly and gleamed in the dim theater light. His cock was momentarily brightened by a close-up of a new porn queen's pale white pussy reflecting light throughout the old theater. I looked at the screen as a low deep moan caught my attention.
The new porn queen on the screen was a bit older, not quite a MILF, but not a teen either. She was a red-head with green or maybe blue eyes, and I found her somehow more appealing than the young ditzy over-acting blonde. Somehow "Red-Riding-Cock" was more believable. The picture went from a full-body of her on a couch to show only close-up of her pale cunt with a deep shiny magenta slit. Her fingers opened the slit and rubbed in and out, then around the whole cunt to moisten and lubricate her fuck-slot-lips. Then the picture and reflected theater light dimmed slightly as a HUGE midnight-black dildo slid down her clit to enter her lovely smooth cunt. At this point she answered a phone call and soon began to both fuck herself with the dildo and wax over the phone about how her husband didn't know about her desire to fuck black men. The way the conversation went suggested she was talking to and then inviting over the next male star of the movie, who, of course she was and he turned out to be a hot black man with an amazing cock.
Mr. Carlton, Uncle Joe, let go of me and stepped back to his spot on the rear wall, and the sensation of his cock pulling out of me and essentially being released shook me from the movie.
I looked back and over my shoulder and saw as he smiled perverse smile, weirdly similar to seeing someone off to their first day of school.
I smiled back, took a deep breath, looked up at the handsome man who had approaches us. I squatted down, knees wide, my own cock in full access, and I eagerly sucked on the guy's ample uncut cock. As I bent I felt my panty bar slip back into place up my crack.
After about fifteen seconds of blowing him he reached over and held my head and fucked into my mouth a bit. Then he released me and I went back to work, only to be slowed by him a second time. Then, he eased control of my head and I sucked him into another minute or so and then, far sooner than I expected, he came, moaning as he did.
As taught, I held him in my mouth as he pumped into me. I did attempt to reach to a nearby seat-back to steady myself, but fortunately for both of us he'd actually already done so. He arched up into my mouth and shot his cum as he steadied both of us on the seat back. His other hand held me in face-fuck position and he pumped his cum into my mouth. He was tart and salty, and after the second shot he made me stop mid-blowjob and accept the remainder of his mature cumload.
After he finished I realized that I didn't like the taste of his cum. I later learned that some guys who smoke have bitter cum. But this man's cum was thick and gooey and lusty and "not liking it as much" is far different than disliking it.
As my first cumload in an adult theater, I loved it.
As I completed sucking him through his orgasm I stroked my gurlish five-inch cock. I eagerly sucked down the last of the stranger's cum.
"Fucking hot!" another guy off to my side said.
I looked around and found, like a street light and night moths, I was now surrounded by at least five guys circling me just out of reach. Their cocks were out and close enough that I could smell the lust. I smiled and went from a squat to my knees and smiled wantonly at several of them. They closed on me. Now they were close enough that I would certainly swing my hand into them if I moved.
And that seemed to be the game. Get close enough that I touched them first and then it was a de facto invitation- she touched me first! It was my introduction to an oddly socialized and unspoken rule that is often true today.
These guys were hoping to soon be watching the real porn as it happened. I saw past their knees and masturbating cocks to see that others were stepping as close as possible outside of the small ring. I knew from what Mr. Carlton and one of the couples had mentioned about theater play that this was how gang-fucks happened. One guy gets some amazing head and then everybody wants some, especially from a good looking gurl like me.
The handsome guy finally tucked his slick damp cock away and smiled at me as he stepped off. I met his smile and then looked around me to the nirvana I was now in. I selected the largest cock I saw, a cut long thick white cock with a huge round head and a thick ring along the rear part of the corona. This was the kind of cock that reminded me of a dildo that always made me cum when it was inside me. The owner was a fit mid-aged man. He looked at me and smiled with a wicked expression. I knew he saw me as the little gurlie-fuck toy I was. I confidently held his leering eyes and leaned to my right, drawn to his cock. I opened and felt his cock pass the "o" of my mouth and reached my tongue forward to slick his cock. I angled toward him as his hard shaft, now filling over half of my mouth, made me face his stomach instead of look up at him. Then I felt sucked him guide me all the way down him his ample shaft firmly with both hands until I gagged and coughed. He held me until I gagged a second time, louder and more violent this time. I felt his cock press into the back of my mouth and fill the rounded rear of my throat, cutting off my air. I knew that needed to square up and position myself to face him if I was going to suck him properly. I also knew that some guys liked to choke me with cock, and I liked it also, to a point. Just as I wondered if he was going to hold me too long, he eased up and I went back up his shaft to the large cockhead. I pulled off, thinking that he'd eased up much sooner than others had, so he wasn't as dominant as I'd given him credit for. As I went up for the next oral slip-n-slide down his porn-size cock I quickly pivoted my body and I felt my eyes release tears from my ducts as usually happened when I was gagged on cock. "Erotic Crying" is what Mistress K called it and the title was never more perfect than at that moment. Now I was facing him, or more accurately, his thighs and open pants. I went up and back down using the much thicker post-gag saliva as lubricant. I worked him well as I went down. I went up-down-up several times and then paused to swirl around the head and the shaft for about thirty seconds
As I did someone said, "Fuuuuuck, she likes it...she REALLY likes it."
I moaned as I sucked.
Then another guy said, "She looks pretty fucking good."
The big-cocked white-daddy above me answered the observation like it was a question and bragged, "Oh fuck, yes she is," he paused.
I moaned in response and worked him deep and back into my throat and then quickly up-down-up-down-up-swirl and then I felt the base of his cock convulse.
Then the man continued surprised at what he felt, at his orgasm, "She's...Uh...Fucking hot and...and...and...oh fuck I didn't want to cum yet...Ahhhhhh!!!"
I felt his cock stiffen as the orgasmic convulsions sharply flexed his cock upward and into the roof of my mouth. Then I felt his hands make me stop most of the way down his cock. He held me down on him, almost to my throat, but not quite, and then the shots of semen blasted into my mouth. His cock was contracting and jumping as cum shot into my mouth. I was overcome with lust as his cock was spitting his cum at about 150MPH into my mouth and I knew my chance to actually deep-throat his oversized cock was about to end. I pulled slightly back against his hands and then relaxed my throat and "dove" on it firmly. I was rewarded with the huge cock-head popping past my tonsils and into my throat, well past my gag reflex. I tried to breath but was overjoyed when I realized I couldn't because his cock was blocking my air. I was purposely choking on him, and I was ready to cum and rubbed myself toward an intense orgasm. I was so pleased.
Above me, surprised, the cock owner said, "OH! Fuck! Ohhhh...ahhhhh, oh, go easy darlin'"
One of the guys watching saw something associated with the surprise in his voice and asked, "What?"
The guy in my throat said, "The...fuck...ahhh...th-...the ohhhh...little cocksucker is deep-throating me! Haaaa...uhhhhh...aaaahhhh...and...ohhhh, fuck, I am...done!" Just as I was about to stroke myself over the edge the man withdrew his cock and started to step away as he looked down at me and said, "You are a very naughty gurl, but an amazing cocksucker. Only two other people have been able to do that." He leaned in and said close to my ear and so others might not hear, "And both of them are black tranny-gurls like you. You fuckin' trannies suck cock the best." He stood, pulling his pants up, "Fuckin' hot little cocksuckers..." Then he stepped away to disappear into the crowd and probably depart for home. Over the next few years I sucked him like that probably about twenty or thirty times. He didn't like to fuck. He only wanted head. Some guys were like that.
I didn't notice until he was leaving, but apparently as he pulled his big cock pulled away, a line of cum dripping off the under shaft fell down across my chin and onto my chest. As he stepped away I felt the line of cum and saliva cool my skin. I knew what it was immediately, and I loved the badge he left behind!
Next up, a thin short black guy who seemed out of place and shabby stepped into position and, without invitation, he pushed his long thin uncut black dick softly into my nose. It bent and went along my cheekbone and then he pulled back and I opened up to accept him. I angled upward and got ready to suck him into the back of my mouth.
I didn't know it yet, but he was one a few guys who couldn't get hard, but still liked to receive head.
Mr. Carlton apparently knew this guy and said sternly, "Get away from her, she's not here for you, go the fuck away!"
Not fully understanding what was going on, I went down on the cock anyway before he stepped off. I was following Mistress K's rule about working any cock presented to me. The shabby black guy's cock was uncut, but he was only semi-hard and it slid around a lot, at first he tried to face-fuck into my mouth, missing poorly. His cock was slimy and though I grabbed his soft cock and put him in me and then worked him for almost ten or fifteen in good faith, he kept not growing into a full erection.
Someone else heard Mr. Carlton's voice from outside the perverse scrum and said, in a deep calm authoritative African American voice, "Hey Timmy, don't ruin this like last time. Get that little wiggly thing out of here. Go to the corner and get your fuckin ass ready. You fuckin bitch." The voice was unseen and mysterious and somewhere in the crowd.
I pulled away from the limp black dick and and sat back to find a new hard cock from my variety of offers. I was a queen selecting her lover! I found the one I wanted to work on. I think it's owner was that of the voice who'd asked "What?" when I deep-throated the man with the big cockhead.
He smiled down at me, I met his gaze and he stepped forward to feed me. This guy was older but wore "young" clothes. He was not dressed like he was on his way home from the office, instead he was there because that was what he did in retirement, get his dick sucked in the porn theater. Over the years I sucked him off a lot too. He wore long shorts and a loose t-shirt and though he was probably in his sixties, his cock was large, full, and close to a meaty seven inches. It was a really nice cock.
I went down on him with dedication and gusto. I worked him up tight and loose down, then added a diagonal twist as I went every once in a while.
He was hands off for the first minute or so, but then he got into it and realized I was there to drain him. One of his hands went to my head and slowed my rhythmic twisting up-down cocksucking. My tongue rode diagonally up and down his hot cock.
As I sucked him off I had my first desire to get fucked since I entered the scrum. Mr. Carlton's, I mean Uncle Joe's, cock had pushed my prostate cum-button only about ten minutes earlier and now I wanted more. I gripped myself loosely and slowly worked myself toward the edge I wanted to ride. I got to the edge and held myself off as I sucked cock and wondered exactly how to get him to fuck me. I got even closer and let go of my cock. I reached back to my boy-cunt and felt to make sure I was ready for cock. I easily slid my middle "bird" finger up my anal-cunt and found that I was tight and slick. I was ready to be fucked but still had no idea how to make that happen. What was 'theater edicate' for "please fuck me?" when they are in your mouth?
As I pondered my desires for deep penetration, the old man's hands gripped my head to control my pace and he slowed my cocksucking dramatically. Instead of a nice deep up-down-up-down, I was not going Doooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwnnnn. Pause. Uuuuupppppppppppppppppp. I wasn't completely passive. As I went down slowly I tongued him side-to side. I went on for only about ten more down-up cycles and then he held me down, jerking my head with emphasis, fucking me in my mouth, degrading me in the most delicious way.
As he face-fucked me he said, "You like that," Head jerk. "You like that don't you!" Head Jerk and so on as he went. "Don't you!..Don't you gurly bitch! Don't....Ahhh-Yoouuuu!" Then he held me down, pumped me like he was fucking a cunt, and moaned, "Ahhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhh!" His cum began to blast into me. His body pitched forward in a fuck-spasm and his cock popped into my throat briefly and then out and back in as held himself in my throat, pumping more cumshots into me, and then out a little too far, cum popping onto my chin and neck. Just before popping back into my willing and eager throat I screwed up and I breathed in his semen. His cock pushed into me and made the cough impossible. I choked on cum, but was overwhelmed with lust to the point that I didn't have the ability to care.
Then, a moment later I realized as I began to see sparkles that I was actually choking. I knew I needed to cough and I needed air. Still, I fought the urge off and held the last of my breath. I denied myself air as he used me until he was done.
Finally, He pulled out and I coughed up some cum and and got the air I needed. I looked up at him with a deep glowing smile and in return I earned a smile acknowledging my skills.
I smiled but then knew the real cough was about to happen. I could wait no longer and turned my head to cough up the rest of his semen. A deep, echoing cough exploded through my upper chest and out flew his cum. I coughed a second and then a third time for certainty that all of it was out and my lungs were clear, or clear enough. Then I smiled like a good gurl and peered up at him.
In return I received a deeper, more appreciative smile and a wink. He tucked his cock away, turned and exited the sex scrum, blowing a kiss.

Over the next hour I sucked several cocks and was bent and fucked a few times by small easy to handle anonymous cocks. I loved every minute of it. I was living the dream! After a guy came in my mouth and pulled away I was empty for mere seconds. As the queen on her knees, I chose my next subject. On an on it went.
Finally, after a parade of five and six inch cocks I looked up and saw the handsome black man who'd sent "limp-dick Timmy" away.
He said, "Ready for more?" in a confident deep smiling voice. He was silhouetted by the porn screen light but I could tell he was a SoCal dark-brown mix. He was a good looking clean normal guy of mixed race, predominantly black I guessed, possibly mixed with Asian or possibly other mixed-white features. Overall I imagined him to be some sort of business professional. He wore a flowing chocolate-brown suit, a dark navy blue shirt, that looked black until the white face of the porn star on the screen reflected light well enough to tell. Topping the look off was a still-tied mostly red tie with an orange sunburst picture on half of it. He looked the spitting image of a salesman or maybe a TV personality. I looked down and saw his heavy light-black cock shining in the dim light and knew I dearly wanted to suck him. His shaft was a rich brown, but the head was a dark reddish-pink and the skin appeared to be straining to contain the hardness within.
I could now see out in the crowd and saw that many of the men were enjoying the return of the red-head on screen that I called "Red-Riding-Cock." I turned to see her progress. Things had developed for her. Clearly she was again disregarding her husband's wishes and was getting her big-black cock needs filled. The pale white ass cheeks of the auburn porn queen were lighting the theater except for the occasional peek the audience got of the massive BBC she was riding. To her credit, she was taking as much cock as he could give. She would go up and then down all the way until he pumped upward into her body, popping the last half inch up into her. The giant black cock was appearing and disappearing fast as she took a ride on the soul train. Later I saw this movie and concluded that she was one of the most talented and enthusiastic porn actresses.
But, that day on my knees in the porn theater, I turned toward the big black cock I was being offered and lowered myself to face him properly. I came up a little on my knees and took him in my mouth. At first I had my hands on my thighs, at the tops of my stockings as I sucked him. After the big white cock and several smaller ones I was warmed up for this large black beauty. I slid down him with ease. My own cock-sucking saliva-goo in full production mode, thanks to the addition of cum from the other cock loads and a lot of deep-throat action.
This black cock was a bit more pointy than the more typical rounded cocks had been. The cockhead was also more pliable and enjoyable. He easily slipped into my throat on the third down-up cycle and went deeper down my throat than the other two had. I couldn't breath and felt myself squeeze my own cock in orgasmic lust. I pulled up and off him to breath and then went back down five times fast, each time taking him in my throat like a good white whore should.
I was on edge, my cock ready to shoot all over the nice man's shoes. I considered cumming with his dick in my throat, but denied myself and held off, but stayed on the edge of orgasm.
He pulled his cock to the tip and I felt his hands on my shoulders, thumbs forward and at my throat, but not choking me. He controlled me and he began a rocking motion face-fucking my mouth, Every few thrusts he'd push deep and pop into my throat. After a minute he pulled out and bent to my ear. He said just barely over the porn queen's moans, "Hey, lets go to the corner and sit together, ok?"
I looked up at him and nodded compliance with his wishes. My nod was also a "Yes, please," but I am sure he didn't know that. I was totally fuck-drunk now. I had sucked so much cock already that I wanted, no, needed a fuck. I hoped I would earn one from this guy.
The man, whose tight curly Afro hair was the shape of a pointed anvil sticking out and forward from his face, smiled down at me kindly, as he helped me off my knees with the poise of a gentleman. When I stood he nodded to have me assure him I was standing adequately. I nodded that I was, though, in truth I appreciated his help because I was a bit oxygen deprived from the deep-throat face-fucking I'd just experienced.
He slowly looked over my flowing red-head to the scrum of horny guys and said, "Guys, give me a moment or two with her, then she'll be back."
Then, he held my hand, saying nothing and guided me through the gauntlet of horny cocks. My free hand glided over several cocks and somehow, in weird automatic manner I realized that I had remembered my clutch purse. It was under my free arm, pinned to my upper ribs by my arm-pit. I laughed in amazement as I reveled in the pride for not losing it.
Then all of about three steps through the group my soon-to-be lover chuckled and added, "I mean she'll be back, you know, if she ain't used up."
Somewhere in the crowd ahead I saw Mr. Carlton smiling with the pride of a father giving away a bride.

We walked to the end of the top left row. Most of the guys backed off and gave us some privacy, but a few others cleverly spread out a bit along the top row to see the sex that was about to occur. The left-rear of the theater was the darkest part of the whole place. The only light came from the porn queen actress's white skin as it played over the porn screen. Now she was on her back, taking the black man between her creamy white thighs. The two formed a horizontal "V", his head upward, hers back in a constant breathy moan, and their pubes meeting with every pump. The camera shifted from a side view to looking down onto her orgasmic face. She was cumming now, announcing it and moaning as the orgasm quaked though her. She arched back in ecstasy and her eyes were closed revealing the heavy cobalt-blue eye shadow and dark lashes along with the first hints of perspiration. Now the camera descended a bit and showed the huge black anaconda filling pumping her hairless cunt.
In a daze, I wondered if I would ever have an eleven or twelve inch cock inside me that deep. Then I smiled thinking that I was about to get a big black cock of my own, maybe not a foot-long, but still much bigger than most. Bigger than anyone else so far...
The guy led me to the end of the seats and had me go down two rows and then in to the third seat. He produced several folded paper towels and wiped off both seats before he took of his suit coat and motioned for me to sit. He folded his coat and wiped off the seat back in front of him and d****d his coat over the seat back. We were seated like a couple at the movies, a buffer-seat between him and the edge of the walkway. He put his right arm around me and rested his hand on my shoulder as he re-opened his trousers with his left. His cock had pitched a tent and popped free the moment the zipper was out of the way. His cock was hard and pointed straight up and toward his belly button. He had almost no curve. The cock lay forming a nearly perfect line to his belly-button. He tucked his shirt upward and folded under to avoid lipstick and other unwanted things all over the bottom. I saw him grip and stroke himself twice to ready himself and pull his balls forward and just out from his thighs.
I watched him with curiosity and lustful interest. I couldn't believe how practiced he was at this. I felt lucky in so many ways to have him be my first guy like this in a theater. I looked back to the screen as the white woman, her orgasm scene done, now was on her knees next to the bed, and now orally worshiping the cock that made her cum so deep seconds before. She sucked as much as she could as he jacked himself.
I knew what to do and slid myself over to his lap and began to suck him off like I was his girlfriend. The couple on screen neared the cumshot and the end of their sex scene as the guy was calling her a "Good white woman...a good white girl...a good white wife..."
The guy's long right arm patted my head down on his cock as if to say, "Good gurl." I gripped his cock with my right hand and pointed him upward and toward my open mouth. I pushed my tongue forward and used it as a guide for the rest of my mouth as I slid down his long meaty shaft. As before, his pointy cockhead was perfect for me. It was easy to slip him into my throat and deep-throat him like a good whore. I went all the way down, my gag reflex completely controlled since I was guiding the deep-throat action. I sucked him in, paused, swallowed and worked his cock with my throat muscles and then repeated again, then a third time before I needed air and pulled upward to breath in through my nose.
"Fuck yes. You are a skilled little gurlie aren't you."
I moaned in agreement. I did the same deep-cocksucking movement a few more times. Then I slid off my seat and crawled like a servant between his open feet and went down on him enthusiastically. I sucked him deep and hard, often twisting and sliding my tongue side-to-side as I sucked him.
He reached down and slowed me a bit and then stopped me completely.
I came up off his cock and realized he was ready for the next part, the fuck.
As this understanding washed over me the black guy on screen came in loud moans saying, "Yeah, get what you want you hot married bitch!...fuckin' whore!" I wanted more than ever to see this movie after hearing but not seeing this part.
I was orgasmic without touching myself. All of the grooming was paying off and I was the whore I wanted to meet. I was the whore I wanted to fuck. I was living out the dream. I opened up and sucked him normally a few more times, avoiding my throat and breathing the sex until I felt his arm on my back and then his hand pulling up my miniskirt and finally his long thick finger smoothly sliding up my tight little white asshole. His hand slipped under my T-bar panties and then two or maybe three fingers rubbed my rim in a circular motion twice before diving into my tight white boy-cunt. His fingers were thick but since I was broken in by the theater clerk I felt no discomfort, only the extreme lust of needing to be fucked and used.
As I was groomed to do, I moaned "approval and compliance," as Mistress K called it. In fact, I moaned a wanton beg for his cock. As I sucked his huge cock trying to moan a "MMMMMMmmmm....please fuck me oooo" that came out as something like "Mmmmmmalalammmelemomemmem..." .
He seemed to understand my whore-moan and leaned in to say low and just above the movie volume, "Stand up and sit on it." Then he leaned back expecting me to do as told.
I lifted off his cock, my head spinning a bit, and breathed deeply. I went to stand up, but paused because I was lightheaded for a moment. I smiled at him and stood, turning as I did to also brace myself against the seat-back in front. I carefully put my hands, slick with sex-juice on the sides of the seat left and right of his folded suit coat.
Someone in back said, "Oh here we go."
Another added, "Fuck that big black cock you little whore."
I looked up at the screen and a fit white guy was speaking in a frustrated tone into a phone and complaining that his wife wasn't home like he expected. "She better not be with some no-good black guy," he said with conviction. Then the scene changed to show that she wasn't with a black guy. The man's buxom brunette wife was going down on two black guys with huge cocks. She knelt and swapped back and forth between the two. I had to see this movie!
I focused now and stepped back to touch his open inner thighs with the tops of my stockings. He'd pushed his trousers all the way down now, and I was inside the circle formed by his legs, feet and the pants.
Part of me wanted to warn him that I smelled a lot of semen and god-knows-what-else all over the floor and his pants were almost certainly in the mess, but I let it go and stayed in the moment. I reached back exactly as trained and gripped his cock. I realized that up till now nothing this large and live had been in me. I smiled and willed myself onward. I pulled him forward and pointed him into my tight creamy dream-hole. I firmly held him and lowered myself about an inch and felt his wet, saliva-covered head against my slick ass-cunt. I dropped downward to pop him into me and negate the pain. He was much larger than any cock or toy I had taken in quite some time, so I needed to avoid as much pain as I could. The technique worked mostly. He was in me. Well, about three inches were in mea and the stretch-pain was insignificant, almost a turn-on in fact. I easily managed pain and went down to seat myself almost all the way down to his lap. My ass-cheeks were touching his thighs, but we both knew he wasn't in me all the way. I felt him push upward. I was expecting this so I tensed and lifted slightly as he pumped up and into me from is seat. His cock was too thick, too hard, and too fucking long and a different brilliant pain shot through me. It was one thing to be stretched wide, but the depth was a different matter. That took time and deep relaxation to be able to enjoy. So, I lost my cool and embarrassed myself as I popped up and away.
I let the familiar pain of penetration pass as I turned to him, leaned to his ear and said, "Please let me get it in and get used to it first, okay?"
He nodded as I backed away, so I turned to the movie screen to see a long-shot of the white wife's brown hair flopping around as she, still dressed for the office in her pencil skirt and blazer sucked off two black guys in Fed-Ex-like outfits at a loading dock.
I gripped the black dick behind me and found it was still hard like a bat. I rubbed his cockhead on my asshole rim and then sat just hard enough to pop his cockhead into my ass ring. His cockhead was now inside me, so I went down further, until he hit my anal curve. I knew I needed to give myself a moment to relax and adjust to then "let" my insides move out of the way.
Mistress K had explained this on our first day but I didn't understand and couldn't believe her until I experienced it. She'd explained about how my lower colon and anus would accept almost any length because the whole area was able to shift and stretch given enough time. Ultimately the relaxation and acceptance made a deep tight almost endless anal-cunt-hole for a cock to enjoy, along with a super-strong water-tight sphincter muscle that was something women couldn't match, no matter how many "Kagel" squeezing exercises they did.
In the theater I expected the necessary relaxation to take a while, but since I'd already been fucked deep enough to make this happen by the theater clerk the moment passed in seconds. My insides shifted and I slid down onto his open thighs. Now I became excited at the thought that I could be a little more aggressive with my cunt. I also pushed back and accepted the last of the stretching pain of his cock pushing my inner-hole in-line with his huge cock. The pain was a much-reduced version of the typical anal-stretching I was used to and his cock slid deep after only about five or possibly ten seconds. He was in. He was in me all the way. I was fucking in the nasty theater of my fantasies and was now fully seated on his long hard thick black cock. My little prostate G-spot was compressed and fully turned on. A dull erotic pain and pleasure sensation did a slow wave through me.
My eyes rolled back as I fucked upward and then down slowly to accept the cock fully. I moaned, mouth agape, eyes still back, still holding the seat-back and legs flexed to allow me to pull off if it was too much. But it wasn't. I took it two, then three pumps. Then four to ten, then twenty. I smiled in sexual gratification and I let go of the seat back that was my safety-hold. I fucked him all the way. I leaned back on his chest and fucked his cock with my hips. His cock was on, past and popping my prostate g-spot all at once. I was filled. My legs tired a bit so I blindly reached out and held the steel seat-back in front of me and used it like a brace as I came up off his cock and then slid back down on it, now rolling my hips in a circular motion as Mistress K had done on my cock when she trained me so well.
On an up stroke, maybe fifty-or sixty up-down fuck-pumps after the start I opened my eyes. My sight fell forward and I saw a guy two rows up standing and watching me as he jacked off.
The black pole was now perfect inside me. The psycho-sexual pleasure of knowing I had a strange long hot black cock in my body was nothing short of intoxicating. I was totally fuck-drunk again. His cock was always firmly against my cum-button. I pressed outward and let myself go. Down further on every pump feeling his cock hit a new part of my ass-cunt-canal. It hurt a bit each time, but momentarily and deliciously. Somehow in the moment I also felt my stocking-clad knees press against the cool steel of the lower portion of the same seat back I was bracing with. The pressing should have hurt, it probably did, but the cock inside me overwhelmed all other senses. I felt ambition stir in me and went up-down-up-down hard and fast a few times, hoping in part to use his cock to make my body orgasm without touching my cock, a hands-free orgasm.
Then black stranger held my hips and slowed my fuck. He said, "Take it slow and get it good darling...let me know when you are ready for me to fuck you like you need it."
I moved left and right and felt a still deeper part of me shift and accept him and then I went up, held it, and back down. Several more times I took it slow and then I felt his cock popping my prostate g-spot in the way that I knew I would probably cum if it continued. I wanted it to happen. I wanted to cum. My eyes went from closed in ecstasy to rolled back in ecstasy, barely open.
The black stranger shifted violently and batted a hand away from a creepy guy. My black stranger said to someone off to my left, "Hey man, get your fuckin' own, I fuckin' said I would bring her back when I was done with her, gimme some fuckin' privacy..."
Mr. Carlton's voice spoke clearly two rows rear of me, announcing, "She is mine and she's on loan here. Rebeca, dear, be a good gurl and fuck him, fuck him good like I taught you."
I nodded, my red wig hair flowing naturally in submission. I went back down hard as a show of compliance and a means to make myself cum. Then up, and down again, and up! Over and over, I moved my little body up and down his thick black pole.
Then he made me stop. I felt him stand behind me, pushing me forward, my thighs now against the seat in front. My cock was pressed into his nice suit coat and I said nothing, staying in the moment. He gripped my tiny hips and held me firmly assisting with my movements.
Now bending forward to me and close to my ear he said, "Fuck yes. My turn now little whore," and then he fucked upward and into me hard.
Despite all the fucking we'd already done, this hurt. A lot. Not enough to stop, but a lot. Then he did it again, and again, and again. Then the pain subsided and ecstasy replaced pain as his cock bored me open.
On the screen the brunette woman was making soft, gratifying choking noises on one of the huge black porn cocks as the other black porn star got ready to mount her.
Then my new friend's cock hit my spot one time past what was needed. I began to cum. "Ahhhhhhh!" in my hottest femme-boy voice echoed off the screen and tiled floors of the porn theater. That was followed by a rhythmic "ahah-ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahhh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhhhh..." on an on in time with his fuck-thrusts.
After only about a minute he said to Mr. Carlton, "Do-'She ATM?"
Mr. Carlton quickly said, "Of course, she's a perfect little whore."
My big black cock lover said, "Good, 'cause she's cumming and making me cum too...sooo...."
As their little conference took place my insides convulsed in orgasm and my cock spurted a few times as a steady stream of snot-like semen drained from my convulsing prostate. I recalled in my orgasmic haze that his suit coat material was really smooth and silky on my cock. Then I stepped back into him to save the coat any more staining. Then he pushed me forward and my cock shot more on the coat and I forgot all about it. I gripped the seat back, still not touching my cock. I was cumming, possibly better than ever before, and I wasn't stroking myself to a cock-orgasm, it was all anal, all triggered by his hot black cock. Though Mistress K and Mr Carlton along with many others had triggered an anal orgasm for me, but this was far different. It wasn't a toy or a vibe, or fingers. It was a big black fucking cock. I came and kept fucking back into him as I went.
The black cock owner felt my change, felt the quake as it occurred and said, "Yes she is...ahhhh, fuck...ahhhh turn 'round bitch, suck me! Fuuuck, the bitch is cummin!" the black stranger said as he pulled back. He leaned back to rest on the top of his steel seat back and held his now-orgasmic cock to feed me his cum with one hand as he guided me with the other.
I gripped my cock and felt the orgasmic throb from deep in me as I looked over my back. As he dropped into position I responded and dropped into my expected position, between his muscular brown thighs, mouth open, tongue out and lips about to close around his cock. I was ready to slide all the way down and work out the orgasm, but I didn't think my effort would be needed. As I thought this and took him in my mouth my hand felt his cock jump and cum began to flow through his wide pulsing tube along the underside of his shaft just before I felt the first erotic explosion in my mouth. I went down a little too enthusiastically and he jerked upward into me. Our combined moves resulted in his cockhead popping into and scr****g across a molar in the rear of my mouth. I pulled back up as he fought to keep me down and the next shots of semen coated my mouth.
After five amazing spurts of cum and a few more throbs he dropped onto the seat and exhaled with a moan. He was nearly done. He surprised me by standing back up and jacking himself firmly and with a determined look on his face. He grimaced down at me and worked himself into a final shot of semen and as he shot his eyes closed and he leaned back a little and faced the ceiling.
I took his cum and tilted my head to twist as I slowly went up-down on him several times to complete his orgasm.
I knelt in front of him and rested on the filthy floor like the used whore I was. As I did my hand found my own cock and I stroked myself to complete my own orgasm and re-start the trek to my "edge." After a moment I stood up half way, noting that my knees were both damp from who knows what, and I saw that my black stranger was now slowly taking a seat. He was droopy-eyed, relaxed; satiated.
I turned and saw Mr. Carlton beaming with pride and lust, his cock in hand, as I stood about twenty feet in front of him.
I licked my lips and swallowed the last of the mess in my mouth. I squeezed my own cock once more and then pulled some cum from my cock and licked it off my hand. I smiled at the almost sleepy black guy and looked up at Mr. Carlton with my first real wicked grin. I was perfect!

On my way out to the theater aisle I kicked something that moved but with a little heft. I reached down and found a wallet. I looked at the black guy, opened it up and saw his picture in the driver's license and in the plastic keeper on opposite the license I saw him and a rather stunning SoCal-blonde white wife in a smiling and nearly picture perfect marriage picture. She was taller by a little and they were kissing under a flowered lattice archway. Nice, I thought. Then I considered peeling out the cash but made the better choice and reached out toward him.
"I think this is yours," I said as I presented it to him, closed up. He reached out and I handed the wallet to him and we both shared knowing smiles based on what I'd seen in the wallet and what we had just done.
As I stepped away, I reasoned that love and satisfying sex are actually very different things. I had no doubt he loved his wife, but he also loved fucking me as he'd just done.

About ten minutes later Mr. Carlton completed his chaperone of me to the restroom to clean off the excess lube from my freshly fucked ass and repair my freshly-fucked face. He watched patiently as I reapplied lipstick and smacked my lips in a smooth and overly confident manner.
"There is only about twenty-five minutes or so before this place will die out for a few hours, so make the most of it," my "Uncle Joe" said as we stepped from the restroom along the right rear wall. He went on, "Before you go back over there to the fuck corner, I mean the really dark corner you just got fucked in, I suggest you take a stroll through the theater and really see the place. Stretch your legs and get your second wind. Then come on back up to the top where you found me."
I smiled a proud and lusty smile and did exactly that.
As I strutted down the right side of the theater I reflected on all that had happened after leaving on the best field trip ever. I saw guys exchanging blow-jobs and even a guy bent and getting fucked. All of the fucking and cocksucking had been magnificent. I LOVED the variety and the horny guys all around me. I loved being surrounded by horny dicks. I loved that they all wanted to use me. In the very front of the theater I saw an area called the "couple's section" that had a wooden mattress box and a queen-size mattress on top with pillows placed where you would want the hips raised. I could also see tons of fluid stains and nastiness all over it. I should have thought "gross," but instead I thought "cool."
I strutted up the rise of the center aisle toward the curtains that led to the outside world and hated the idea that I would eventually leave this new-found paradise. As I reached the rear left corner I found Mr. Carlton, aka "Uncle Joe" speaking in hushed tones as the porn movie was now ending. The black guy I'd just fucked talked to him and then he looked over at me and smiled.
The hot black guy stepped to me and leaned next to my ear. He said, "That was amazing gurl, I mean Rebeca. Hey, you are amazing and I loved what we did. Your man, Uncle Joe, there won't tell me about you, but he said you can if you want to." He paused and looked at me and then back at Uncle Joe, my own Mr. Carlton.
He smiled at me and said loud enough for me to hear, "Tell him the answer."
I thought what answer? What is the question?
Then the handsome black guy said in my ear, "Tell me how old you are."
I smiled and looked first at him, then to "Uncle Joe" then back to him and leaned back to his ear and said, "Age is a useless number, and I am old enough." I licked his outer lobe as I finished my answer, exactly as groomed to do.

The next almost thirty minutes, the guys stayed longer than expected, surprise surprise, I was surrounded again by cocks and used repeatedly. As I worked cocks with my mouth and with my ass, most bare-back, but several in condoms. Uncle Joe provided condoms to those who wanted to penetrate me in my "cunt" but seemed to love me sucking all the raw cock I wanted. I gave a lot of head but neither of us was really in control. Though we used most of the condoms we brought with us, several guys ignored the ground rules and fucked me bareback, cumming deep in me. I was busy giving head and would be quickly lifted into position and bent over and unable to tell if they were covered, so they got to breed me. All of the guys fucked me frantically and came fast, but the guys without the condoms came really fast. They would fuck me for seconds, maybe as long as a minute and dump their load in me. A guy went for almost four minutes, but he was the only one. Most men simply needed a hot tight hole to finish their jack-off session in.
Ironically, the guys with the condoms were the most satisfying. I got good at putting them on with just my mouth and then naturally turned around to back up and take them up my ass. I was fucked really well by several guys, including "Mr. Brown pants" from the restroom before I got in the theater. He'd apparently seen me in action and had even asked Mr. Carlton permission to fuck me. I found this out later on the way home, Mr. Carlton's cock in my mouth as he told me. I recalled the twenty dollars stuck to my chest under my bra and enjoyed the rush of being paid for sex, even though I'd given it back as I fled the restroom. I laughed a bit and had to explain what had happened to Mr. Carlton on the way to his house.

The final theater fuck of the day was my dear old Uncle Joe, Mr. Carlton, the naughtiest perv of them all. The dirty man who had groomed me for exactly this. He'd made me his personal whore. After I swallowed a cumload from a hot hard older cock and there were no obvious new suitors, Mr. Carlton lifted me off my young sore knees, smiled at me, beaming with pride and lust in equal parts and then, without a word, he firmly turned me and bent me over a seat back at the rear row of the theater. He drove himself into my well-used sloppy cum-laden fuck-hole and pounded his cock in me violently. He used the strange cum and any residual deep lube until he added to the cocktail in my body. As he got close he took my hand and placed it on my crotch and had me stroke myself. "Cum while I fuck you, I want you to remember this forever," he said as he pumped me to orgasm. I did as told and stroked myself to the edge and then, as I was used to, I held myself there as I felt him get close. Then, I let myself go, abandoning my grooming and came just ahead of him. I came and came as he pumped me. I popped and shot all over the floor and the seat backs. I was totally fucking cum drunk and shot all over the place. Midway through with Mr. Carlton still pumping into my spot, I let my own cock go to reach out and brace myself and then bounced backward into him and pull him over the edge with ease. I continued and had a second totally unexpected anal bitch-boi orgasm. My cum joined thousands of other loads shot all over the place in the theater. Then Uncle Joe drove his load into me, pulsing over and over for nearly two full minutes. As he pulled out I knew we were done.

After the absolute fantasy-come-true that first time was we went back every Friday leading up to Christmas break. I was fast a welcome regular at the theater that fall and winter. I saw many of the same hot cocks each time and it seemed to me and Mr. Carlton that word about me had spread somehow. My enthusiasm and talent made me a hit.
One time someone unknown to Mr. Carlton and standing near him in the back left corner said to him as I entered, "Oh good, she's here!" Then he went on saying, "A guy told me about her and said she's small but amazing. Beyond passable, and hungry-as-fuck for cum." While one comment wasn't proof, the tempo of activity increased and in part substantiated the guy's comment. On the first outing to the theater there were maybe thirty or so guys in the entire theater, of which I played with probably around half or a little over half, fifteen, maybe twenty of the desperate pervs. On the week ahead of Christmas break there were at least fifty guys and I played with probably, well, fucking darn near all of them.
"Timmy," or Timoshay, the limp-cocked little black guy, got to the point where when he saw me come through the curtains he gave up any hope of sucking or bottoming for the guys and simply left when I arrived. Part of me felt sorry, but not sorry enough to stop happily presenting my "prime tight white ass," Timoshay's words, to all those who wanted it. Eventually we came to a weird mutually beneficial agreement. I got to fuck him in the ass, in the restroom, away from prying eyes whenever I felt like it, and he basically hung around the theater and waited until I was done and left. He had a nice velvety asshole that I topped often over the next few years.

Despite my "Master" or my "Uncle Joe" and I always being at the theater on the same days, we think that nobody ever put together that we were associated away from the theater. Some people knew I was "owned" by him, but we always came in separately and left offset by a few minutes, so our mutual safety was fairly good. The greasy clerk knew, I suppose, I just didn't really care about him since he really only exploited me on the first visit.
Mr. Brownpants, the creep from the lobby restroom, did eventually catch up with me a few years later on Santa Monica Boulevard, but by that time I looked a bit different and I doubt he remembered me from the theater restroom. When I met him there and then, he paid far more than twenty dollars for "The best head ever."

Throughout the winter months that year Mr. Carlton also introduced me to glory holes and then sex parties and radically expanded my obsession with sex. Still, there was something extra hot about being in a porn theater and being a fuck-toy.