A Night at the Theatre

Mr Johnson smiled and pushed my head back onto his cock. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. His cock pushed against my throat again and again. I controlled the gag response, controlled my breathing, tried to deep throat him, but he was so thick!

I wondered how many other girls he had brought to this box. How many white girls. Was I the first? Had he bought vibrating plugs for their asses too? Had he filled their mouths with hot cum surrounded by hundreds of people? I hoped I was the first, or if not the first then at least the best. I wanted him to remember me forever, even if this was our one and only night -- and I hoped it wouldn't be.

I let him fuck my mouth just the way he wanted. My mouth was a pussy for him. I could feel his hot, throbbing cock pushing into my mouth again and again. He pushed his cock deep in my throat, held it there, then let it out, let me take and release a breath of fresh air before thrusting his cock back deep into my mouth.

I enjoyed his hot moves with eyes closed, but he pulled my cheek up a bit and I opened my eyes again. We looked into each other's eyes as he fucked my mouth. One of his large hands delved for a minute into my cleavage, grabbing my breasts, his thumb brushing against my hard, swollen nipples. They were too sensitive because of this whole evening, but I loved his harsh touch.

His breathing deepened and I sensed he was close. I sucked harder at his beautiful cock, tried to take the thick length deeper into my throat as his fingers tightened in my hair and his thrusting increased in vigour. Suddenly his cock seemed to thicken and he gasped as if in pain, forcing himself still deeper into my mouth and throat as he erupted. Quickly he pulled out a little so that the long strings of his hot, thick cum shot into my hungry mouth. I tried to swallow it all but there was so much, coming so fast, and my mouth was so full of his huge cock, that some of that precious fluid spilled out at the corners of my mouth, running down my chin, dripping onto my cleavage.

"You are amazing," Mr Johnson whispered as I cleaned his softening length with long, slow licks. "Thanks, honey."

"Thank you, Sir," I whispered back with an impish grin, and kissed the wilting head that had fucked my throat so determinedly.

"I just had to have you. Couldn't wait. But don't worry -- I will keep it up for the rest of the night."

The rest of the night? I wondered what he had in mind. I wiped the cum from my chin with a finger and sucked it off with a quiet moan of pleasure. I started to scoop up his cum from my cleavage but he stopped me. "Wait!" he whispered, staring smugly at my cum-stained breasts. "Leave it there."

"But I..."

"I want everybody to see it," he added. "I want everybody to know you're my slut."

He was asking a lot! I hoped to God I didn't meet anyone I knew. "Well, that's true, Sir," I said at last. "At least for tonight."

I could see he swallowed a hard one. He nodded. "For tonight."

*

We didn't meet anyone I knew, but I caught lots of people staring at my breasts as we walked through the crowd and out of the theatre. It was fun seeing their puzzled expressions turn to surprise, then to shock. They flinched away, ignoring me until my back was to them and they could openly whisper to their friends. "Did you see...?"

I was a slut. A card-carrying, cum-eating slut. And proud of it. Mr Johnson helped me into the limousine, and while I settled into the seat at the back he talked with the driver. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and still hadn't actually seen the driver. Not that I cared. I looked round the inside of the car, wondering what would happen next, tingling with delicious anticipation.

"How did you like this night so far?" Mr Johnson asked, sitting down beside me a minute later. The engine had started and we were driving slowly.

"I really enjoyed it, Sir," I said. "The play was really... interesting."

"It certainly was," he said, chuckling. His finger traced around the cum on my breasts. "I enjoyed it as well."

"I got some very curious looks on our way out, Sir."

"I saw," he said, a proud grin stretched across his face. "And I'm really glad they saw it," he answered. "It felt like..."

"I'm your bitch?"

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. "What about" -- his eyes drifted down to my ass -- "my little present?"

"Little?" I giggled. "I'm not a butt plug virgin, Sir, but this was huge! I could barely fit it in and I felt it all night stretching my ass."

Mr Johnson listened to me, smiling. "Let me see it," he ordered. Slowly, I sank on all fours on the carpet floor of the limousine, and raised my ass higher to show it to him. Reaching behind me, I pulled up my short dress a bit. Mr Johnson leaned forward in his seat, and slapped my round ass cheeks with his huge black palm. I hissed but looked back at him like a bitch in heat.

"Crawl to the seat," he said hoarsely, pointing to the seat opposite his. And I did. I leaned on the cold leather seat, presenting my ass to him. Reaching behind me with both of my hands, and looking back at him hungrily, I pulled my ass cheeks apart.

"Nice," he said. "Now get it out."

I coiled a finger round the draw string that dangled from the end of the butt plug, and tugged gently. I'd got used to it during the evening, and it seemed as reluctant to come out as I was to let it out. I pulled it out slowly, and when I felt the thickest part stretching my ring, inducing a painful ecstasy, I let it rest a moment there before slipping it all the way out. I could feel my asshole gaping.

"Wow," Mr Johnson said, his eyes drinking in the sight of my open hole. "I didn't think it would fit in. I was so surprised when I felt it under your dress."

He already had his cock out. It was erect again. I decided I would give him a little show. I'd be the anal slut he wanted me to be. I kissed the black plug that had given me such pleasure and licked it all over, tasted myself. I heard a sigh from him. I closed my eyes and let the tip of the huge plug slide between my lips. I even moaned on it like a good little kitten. I let my saliva pour on the plastic, then let it out from my mouth and started licking it again.

"That's it, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Make it clean with your cute little tongue."

I licked the plug thoroughly. I peered back to see how Mr Johnson liked the show and was satisfied with the admiration in his eyes. He was, meanwhile, stripping out his suit, revealing his magnificent, muscular chest. From time to time, his hand caressed his huge, black cock with long, slow strokes.

"Shall I put it back, Sir?" I asked cheekily, positioning the tip of the plug at my entrance.

Mr Johnson grabbed my hand firmly. "I have other plans for your ass, honey," he growled.

He pulled me towards him by my hips and pulled my ass cheeks apart. "What a gorgeous view," he said. Before I could say anything, I felt his tongue licking over my asshole. "You taste really fine," he added before slipping the tip of his tongue inside.

"You're so good, Sir," I said. And he was! He tongued my asshole all around, and used a lot of saliva to make my gaping hole wet. He thrust his whole tongue inside my ass, licking it nice and deep. I loved every minute. Is there anything quite so sexy, so darkly intimate, as a man making love to your ass with his mouth? My ass was being worshipped tonight. I was in ass heaven.

He turned me around and handed me a condom. "Roll it on."

He knew about my limits concerning safe sex. I thought about Ben for a moment, and silently thanked him for that. Although I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. There's nothing I love more than getting my ass filled with cum. Part of me still thinks it's weird and dirty to be having anal sex at all, but I have the most amazing orgasms that way. Even so, safety first.

I opened the condom, took it out of the package, and started to roll it onto Mr Johnson's beautiful black cock. Once I'd covered the head, I pressed my lips around it and rolled it into place.

"Wow, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Now this is something I never thought about you."

"Mmm, hmm," I moaned, my mouth full of his rock hard cock. I rolled the rubber as far as I could, then continued with my hands.

"Now please have a seat," he said.

After having his present, I was sure how he meant it. I turned with my back to him, and pressed his cock to the entrance of my ass. "Oh, wait," I said. I grabbed the little tube of lubricant that had come with the plug, and smeared the last of it around and inside the muscular ring that had tightened once more. "I don't know if it will fit," I said, turning to him wide-eyed with a look of exaggerated fear. "Please be gentle, Sir."

"I will, I promise," he said, but I didn't really think he meant it. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down onto his cock. My ass stretched wide, making me gasp, as I felt the tip of his cock entering my back door. Despite his immense size, it slipped in relatively easily, thanks to the preparation of the butt plug and the lubricated condom.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my butt cheeks as I felt the huge rod sliding up my bum. I sighed with pleasure as it slid deeper inside me then paused. The feeling of it throbbing in my ass was blissful.

"I love your sweet, tight ass, woman," Mr Johnson growled, and slapped my cheeks again. This made my whole groin move and his cock set to a different angle. I felt so full. I had never had such a huge cock in me before.

I slowly pulled my hips up, away from him, savouring the delicious sensation of his huge cock rubbing against the tight ring of my ass, until only the large head was still lodged within, then I pushed back. I let my body fall on him and he slipped deep inside me. I repeated the move, taking him almost out, then thrusting back, taking him deeper. His cock entered me again and again, pushed deeper each time, impossibly deep.

"That's it, bitch," Mr Johnson said. "Ride my cock with your sweet, tight ass!"

I barely heard him. I was utterly consumed with the need to fuck my ass with his awesome, beautiful cock. Without pausing, I pulled my dress off, so that I could grab my breasts and squeeze my nipples while I rode that black magnificence.

So I cried with frustration when he grabbed my hips suddenly and forced me to be still. He reached over to press an intercom button. "Driver," he said. "My woman needs a cock in her cunt."

I didn't feel the car stop. It had already stopped. The engine wasn't even running. I hadn't paid attention to where we were -- it didn't really matter, of course. We could have been in any part of the town. Nobody could see us through the dark windows of the limousine. They couldn't see this wonderful black man penetrating my ass with his wonderful black cock.

And then the door opened, and we were visible for a moment to anyone who looked, and certainly there were people walking past us on the pavement. But then the driver entered the back of the car, pulling the door closed behind him.

Mr Johnson started fucking my ass with long, slow strokes as I stared at the driver in confusion. "Hi, Ali!" he said, grinning.

"Ben?" I gasped, "what the fuck?" I found it difficult to speak coherently to my boyfriend while his boss was using my ass so vigorously.

"Mr Johnson offered me a chance to be a part of tonight's entertainment," he said, undressing himself quickly. "I certainly enjoyed tonight's performance."

Mr Johnson spanked my ass sharply. "No more talking," he ordered. "Ben, lie down on your back."

"Yes, Sir," he said, grinning. He reached a hand into a little bowl I hadn't noticed before and fished out a condom, and once on his back he immediately ripped open the metallic wrapper. His cock was hard already. I had always thought of it as big, but suddenly it seemed very ordinary compared to the monster currently ravaging my ass. Without pulling out of me, Mr Johnson lifted me and swivelled me around so that I straddled Ben. With Ben's help, he lowered me carefully until Ben's thick member pressed against the lips of my hungry pussy.

It wasn't the first time I'd had cocks in both my pussy and ass, but that other time the cocks had been slender creatures compared to these. It was a good thing I was so wet. I was so very, very wet, and ached to have my pussy filled, but... It was at once utterly fantastic and slightly terrifying. I did nothing to help or hinder, just hung there a little helplessly while they impaled me on Ben's welcome and familiar cock.

"Ohh, fuck!" I screamed as I climaxed, the muscles in my ass and pussy clenching tight about the invaders. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Mr Johnson laughed. "You heard my woman, Ben," he said. "Let's give my bitch the fucking of her life."

"Yes, Sir," Ben said, and thrust up, filling and stretching every inch of my pussy.

"Fuck!" I screamed, climaxing again.

After that I seemed to be coming almost continuously while the two cocks plunged, pounded and plundered, sometimes together, sometimes one pulling out slowly while the other thrust swiftly in, sometimes one resting for a minute while the other picked up the pace.

I looked into Ben's eyes. He was watching me in awe as I was double-stuffed by him and his boss. He grabbed my head and kissed me for a few seconds as Mr Johnson thrust his cock balls-deep into my ass over and over.

"Fuck me!" I screamed, again and again. Sweat dripped from my body onto Ben's chest. Mr Johnson grabbed my breasts from behind and fucked my poor asshole with all his power.

I lost all strength in my arms and lay half-supported on my elbows, half-supported by Ben's chest. I wanted to help them, I tried to push back against them, but my body refused to move. I'd reached a state of pleasure I'd never experienced before, a sexual nirvana, that I hoped would never end.

And when at last it did, I mewled with complaint as first Mr Johnson withdrew from my ass, leaving it cruelly abandoned, empty, gaping wide as if it would never again close, and then as I was lifted off Ben's hard, thick length, leaving me doubly empty.

They lay me on my back and quickly stripped their condoms off. Kneeling either side of me, they worked their cocks with their hands. I laughed with happiness. Two beautiful cocks, one white, one black, aimed at my breasts. I knew what was coming. "Come for me, boys," I said. "Cover my tits with your cum."

I didn't have to ask twice. Ben groaned suddenly and a great spurt of thick, white cum jetted forth, sailing high across my breasts to splash across my mouth and cheek. His next spurt was better aimed, striping across my breasts. I licked his cum from my lips as his pulsing member delivered still more. The feel of his cum splashing across my skin gave me another mini-orgasm.

Mr Johnson, despite already having come once already, didn't disappoint. A huge jet of of cum shot from his black cock and splashed across my neck, and his next pulse delivered a great stripe of thick cum across both my breasts. I giggled happily and scooped some up with my fingers. "Thank you, Sir," I said.

He didn't answer, but quickly pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked greedily at the pulsing length. Gently, slowly, I sucked him clean, which he enjoyed with his eyes closed.

Ben had watched as his boss made me suck the last drops out cum from his cock. After the huge black cock withdrew from my mouth, Ben's took its place, and I lovingly sucked this second cock also clean of delicious cum. Afterwards, the men wiped their cocks on my chest and sat back wearily in the leather chairs, while I stayed on the floor, swirling their cum around my nipples and licking it from my fingers.

Eventually, the muffled ringing of my phone brought me slowly back to reality. I reached for my handbag to find it, and to confirm the time. Before I could start to question my earlier decision, I grabbed my dress off the floor of the limousine and wriggled into it.

Mr Johnson looked at me, confused. "What are you doing?"

"This Cinderella has to go." I leaned across and kissed him. "I had a wonderful night, Sir. I hope we can do this again." I hunted around for my stuff, even shoving the jewelled plug and its remote into my bag.

"Wait," he protested. "The night has only just begun!"

"It's midnight," I said. "Sorry, Sir, I don't belong to you any more."

Ben chuckled. "That means you're mine again, Ali. Stay!"

"No, Ben. I'm sorry," I said sternly, trying to mask the sadness I felt. "You made the wrong decision tonight. I don't care that you sold me, but I do care why. I love you, Ben, but..." I wiped tears from the corners of my eyes. "Goodbye, Ben."

I opened the door and stepped out into the real world. It was cold and November-midnight dark, but this was central London and the streets were busy. I laughed to think I had just had possibly the best fucking of my life with hundreds of people passing unaware just outside.

Maybe Mr Johnson was right. Maybe the night had only just begun.

I closed the door and strutted off in search of fresh adventure.