For Their Pleasure Pt. 04

"What are you doing?!"

"I want to show you this place. But I want it to be a surprise."

I hesitated. I knew him, but that was also a long time ago.

"You're safe. I promise."

I decided to trust him, and I let him cover my eyes into the darkness. This doesn't feel completely safe to me, but I know him. So I chose to just go for it.

We don't drive for what seems like too long, and he eventually pulls over and stops. I don't hear anything and, of course, I'm otherwise completely in the dark. He comes around to my side of the car and gets me out. I'm guided along as he moves me forward with his hand held firm to my lower back.

Whatever place he takes me into is also silent. The smell of it gives the impression that it's been empty for a while as well. He continues to steer me along, like I'm his play thing. A lost, innocent thing he's coercing through a deep, dark wood.

"Where are we?"

"You're almost exactly where I want you."

He stops me. I feel his hands run up my arms and then to my shoulders and he begins to press me down. I smirk a little as I should've expected how this story would end. But that's not what happens. I feel my butt get planted into the soft cushion of a seat. Mr. Peterson takes the seat to my left. A few seconds later the mask is pulled away from my eyes and what I see is nothing I could have expected.

I'm staring at the screen of the movie theatre that he used to take me to. The single screen theatre, and we're sitting in the very last row. Probably the exact same seats we always sat in as well.

"What?"

"When I used to live here, well over ten years ago, I used to come to this theatre a lot."

"Oh..."

"And I used to bring the son of one of my good friends with me. A very nice young man. His name was Alex."

My heart was thumping like mad. What the hell was this all leading to? This is that special of a place for him?

"You could almost consider them dates."

His hand was again on my thigh, but now he was rubbing into it deeper and it felt really good.

"And we always sat in this back row. You couldn't believe how many times I wanted something to happen back here. Even something small between us. So it could at least be something just between us."

My eyes went from his hand on my thigh up to his two light blues. There was that stare again. The exact same one he gave me all those years back in the basement.

"Go on, Alexis. You can say it."

"I wanted the same thing, Mr. Peterson."

His lips were on mine in a second. His hand went from my leg up to my shoulder as he turned me towards him and his lips and tongue took me fully in. Fuck this was so damn fucking hot.

"I wanted this for so long, Alexis. You have no idea what I could have showed you if they hadn't moved me."

"I can't believe you found me."

"I was surprised as well. I sometimes get company when I come into town, and you can't believe what I felt when Mr. Grant showed me your picture. You were all done up but I knew by those eyes of yours."

"That's amazing!"

I then saw his hand on his now bare cock as his other hand grabbed the back of my head and this time I felt his cock disappear into my mouth. By now I've had quite a few of these bad boys fill me up, but there was something so sweet when I was finally able to take Mr. Peterson's cock into my waiting mouth. His cock even tasted sweet. To me it tasted like the sweetest thing in the world.

I sucked him for a while as he got rock solid hard inside my mouth. When he let me up for air he barely waited before sticking his tongue all the way down my throat. He was opening up so many emotions inside of me. Things I hadn't thought about in so long.

Finally he was taking me like he always wanted to. And really, how I had always wanted too. He showed me the former when he lifted me up and quickly bent me over the next row of theatre seats. I raised my ass up and it pushed up against him.

"Oh, Mr. Peterson."

"That's a good girl."

His hands lifted up my dress and he manhandled my thong off of me in a deeply probing fashion. A fashion I could sure get used to. I don't know where the panties went after that, but nine times out ten, they're in his back pocket.

He then got on his knees and each hand grabbed a handful of my bouncy ass cheeks and spread them as wide as could possibly be imagined. I would come to learn that if Mr. Grant saw a particular person giving my picture an extra eyeful, he would tell them a couple of my most deepest turn ons. Number one on that list, having my ass eaten out by a hungry and ravenous tongue.

And Mr. Peterson was not failing on that regard. His tongue took quick action upon seeing a hole so naked and visibly exposed, and proceeded to own the living shit out of it. My ass began to buck back against his face and I found myself truly moaning for Mr. Peterson for the first time ever. His tonguing and licking of my preciously exposed hole was sending pulses all through my body. I didn't know if I had been fully hard before that, but if I wasn't, I sure the hell was now.

"Oh God that's good. You have no idea."

He released me from his tongue's grasp and let me catch my breath.

"I want to know, Alexis. I want to know how everything makes you feel."

He turned me back around and stood me up, His hands were around me and enveloped me all the way into him, each hand finding their way to a bare bottom they couldn't stop from groping.

"How do I make you feel?"

"Like nothing else in the world."

"I've been wanting to hear those words from you for so long."

His head leaned into my head and then his lips found mine and we kissed. But it felt like a real kiss. Like a true lover's kiss.

He sat back down in the chair and I stood before him. With my dress pulled up and my panties mysteriously vanishing, my little dick was exposed and standing at full attention. He reached for both of my hands and then pulled me towards him. I climbed up on his lap and his strapping hard cock slid back behind my ass.

My body heaved in pleasure as I felt his cock edging to get in and settle between my goose-pimpled cheeks.

"Jesus your body is even more amazing than when you were eighteen."

"Was that how old I was?"

"God I hope so!"

We both let out a laugh.

"I hate to say I had my eyes on you a little bit before that. I could almost tell you were going to be different."

I kissed and bit his lip a bit when I felt his head pushing against my entrance.

"That night. Why that night?"

He thought for a second, but also in that second he took the time to better angle himself to enter inside of me.

"I just had to know. I had to know if I could have you."

Without a word. Without a second thought. I leaned myself back and sat on his cock. He started to slide all the way inside me and oh, the way he moaned. The way I moaned to top his moan.

It was complete. Mr. Peterson had now officially taken my ass. And the world suddenly seemed like pure bliss.

His hands grasped onto my hips as I felt the strength of his hardness filling me completely. My own dick bounced up and down with the rhythm of his primal thrusts. This was how it should have happened years ago between us. But I guess there's something to be said about delayed gratification.

I wrapped my arms around his back as he continued to demolish and stretch me out to eternity. Our lips met again and our tongues became as entwined as our bodies now were. He was everything I thought he could be.

"So. Now you have me, sir."

"My angel."

"Am I everything you've always wanted?"

"Almost."

As I tried to figure out what he meant by that, one of his hands moved past my face and to my wig. He slowly removed it from atop my head and exposed my truth. I now looked half like Alexis and half like my original Alex self. Seeing some of the real me threw him into an even more ravenous state. His cock was mercilessly hammering into me and making me melt into his being.

Then his hand went to my cock and began furiously stroking me off.

All I could say was, "I...I...Please."

He smiled and knew exactly what to say, "Sure. I can help you with that."

That's when my cock erupted and I sprayed cum all over his chest. He grunted his approval as my ass clenched down on him and he swiftly filled me with his seed. My body collapsed against his, and as I breathed in heavily, one of his hands began to stroke my neck.

"Oh, Mr. Peterson."

"My pleasure, my Alexis."

I could still feel him hard inside of me, keeping us connected. A connection I was unwilling to break. So I remained there in his lap, my body pressed close to his. We held each other for what seemed like hours. I could feel his cum now deep inside of me, marking me, and making me his forever. Or at least for however long he paid for it.