Cinema Fun

The third rainy day in a row was starting to get a little wearing. Claire
was getting bored with the holiday but you have to expect wet weather out
of season. We were on holiday for a rest as much as anything else so
when I suggested an afternoon trip to the cinema, I thought Claire perked
up and off we went. The sea-side town’s only cinema was a small one,
part of a national chain showing the popular blockbusters. We went inside
and sat at the back and by the time the film started, we realised there was
a total of seven people in the auditorium.
The film was not the most exciting and when I placed my hand on
Claire’s leg she surprised me a little by moving it higher. We didn’t look
at each other, but all the time I was stroking the inside of her thigh under
her short skirt. Claire was starting to squirm a little and when my hand
brushed against the gusset of her panties I couldn’t believe how wet they
were. I turned to look at her but she leant in front of me and put a finger
my lips. I looked around the cinema but no-one was watching us. Good
job, as Claire now slipped of her seat and knelt at my feet. She carefully
unzipped my trousers and slipped out my stiffening cock. Before I could
respond, she’d slipped my head into her mouth and was starting to lick
around it hungrily.
This behaviour didn’t surprise me. Claire was a flirt and an exhibitionist
and this wasn’t the first time she’d given me a blow-job in a cinema, but
the previous time was a seedy porn cinema and we weren’t the only ones
doing it. What did surprise me was the torch that now shone directly in
my eyes. I turned as a heavy hand was placed on my shoulder. A male
voice spoke quietly but very firmly “You two – out NOW !”.
Claire let me slip from her mouth and stood up. I quickly stowed away
my fastly softening cock and stood up as the cinema manager shone the
torch on both of us. “NOW !” was all he said. A few heads turned at the
increase in noise but soon turned back to the screen. Claire walked to the
end of the row and then up to the back I followed with the manager very
close behind me. He ordered us to turn left up a small flight of stairs and
through a door marked private. We entered and he closed the door behind
us. We were in his office.
“What the fuck do you pair think you were doing ?” he almost spat out at
us. We mumbled apologies but he was ranting at us about how this was a
family cinema, he could loose his license etc.. When he’d stopped, his
whole manner seemed to soften and looking very closely at Claire he said
“I’ll offer you a deal. In exchange for not calling the Police, you’ll give
me a blow-job”. He was looking right into Claire’s eyes now and I saw
her look of fright. “Come on” he continued “no-one gets hurt and you
seemed happy enough doing it a few minutes ago”. Claire smirked a little
and then nodded and said “O.K.”. I started to stammer out an objection
but Claire threw me a look that said “Lets get this over with”.
The manager smiled and turned to me and taking my arm started to usher
me out of the room. I protested but he said he didn’t want an audience
when I realised what a physically strong guy he was and Claire didn’t
seem too apprehensive I agreed but said I’d be waiting straight outside.
The door closed behind me and I struggled to make out any sound but the
background noise from the cinema was too loud. I checked my watch.
After ten minutes, I was getting concerned. I was fairly sure Claire would
be all right and I remembered a couple of times when we’d been to some
swingers parties and I’d seen her disappear into a room with another guy
only to emerge a short time later with a sly smirk on her face. I also
realised that it was me that had persuaded Claire to try the swinging scene
when she had been nervous at first. Her reward was to have me as her
slave for the following weekend.
I was about to knock on the door when I heard a low moan (from Claire)
and the manager shouting ‘Shit, Shit, Shit’. It went quiet and a minute or
two later the door opened. Claire emerged looking intact but with the
same sly smirk I’d seen before. I asked her if she was o.k. and she nodded
but hurried me out of the cinema. We walked back to the hotel at double
quick time. At the way I was pressing her to tell me what happened. I
could tell this was getting her annoyed but I was desperate to know. Just
at we reached the door of out room she stopped and placing her hands on
her hips said “If I tell you, will you keep your end of the bargain ?”. I
knew what she meant so I nodded. We entered the room and Claire sat on
the dressing chair and made me sit on the end of the bed facing her.
She told the story of how the manager (Dave) had perched on the edge of
the desk and she’d knelt in front of him. She’d taken down his trousers
and pulled his cock from his shorts. She said she gasped when she saw it.
More than 10” long and about 3” across at the head. When she started to
pull away from it the manager laughed and forced it into her mouth. She
started to lick and suck him and was managing his length o.k. when he
told her to stop. He stood up and in one quick movement picked her up
and laid her on her back on the desk. Her short skirt rode straight up and
he yanked her panties off in one swift motion. She started to protest but as
soon she felt the head of that mighty cock pressing at her lips, it took all
her effort to not scream out loud. As she was describing this, my cock was
getting as stiff as I had ever known it. Claire carried on by saying that
had come as soon as Dave had plunged his massive cock inside of her. He
fucked her that way for a few minutes before deftly pulling out and
spinning her over in his powerful arms. He then thrust into her again this
time from behind. When he finally came, Claire said he shot a bucket load
of hot spunk inside of her, pushing her over the edge into her third
Claire stopped the tale in the same matter-of-fact way she’d started it and
looked at me and my straining cock. “Now, are you ready for your side of
the bargain ?” she quizzed. I agreed and she leant back against the
dressing table sliding her bum to the front edge of the chair. She opened
her legs wide with just the tips of her heels touching the floor. She pulled
her skirt up to reveal her naked pussy, sticky with juice and come. She has
a small drop of come oozing from her lips and she looked at me and said
“Clean me”. We had done this once before and she knew this was a
‘punishment’ that I didn’t mind. After our last swingers party, she had
made me do the same thing as my first act of obedience to her. I knelt in
front of her and placed two fingers either side of her swollen lips. I stuck
out my tongue and placed it beneath her crack, near her anus. I then
pushed hard and gave her one big lick no stopping until my tongue was
matted in her pubic hair. She squealed as I did so and I pulled back and
made a big show of swallowing the salty spunk. She smiled at her
obedient slave. I carried on licking for a few more minutes until she came
once more. She then lay on the bed and let me fuck her.

The next day started bright but soon clouded over. By lunch-time, Claire
was eyeing her watch and hurrying me through my food. She persuaded
me to go back to the hotel for a rest. I was lying on the bed reading when
she emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed and with her full make-
up on. I was watching her as she was furtively taking clothes from
drawers and disappeared back into the bathroom. After ten minutes she
emerged. She was wearing a short black leather skirt, nylons, high heels
and a tight white t-shirt that showed she wasn’t wearing a bra. As she was
tidying she bent over and I could see she was wearing hold-up stockings
and a very skimpy G-string. I asked her what she was doing and she said
that she was going out and would be back soon. I started to argue with her
but she came and stood next to the bed, her hands on her hips with her
mouth in a firm pout. She leant forwards a little so that her breasts seem
to grow underneath the tight fabric. She spoke softly, “If you’re a good
boy, I’ll let you have a special treat when I get back”. I started to get of
the bed but she pushed me back down and placed a knee on my chest. I
could see her pussy hair around the edges of the G-string and the way her
stockings were now tight across her straining thighs. She hissed into my
ear “Stay here, don’t follow me or you won’t be getting any of this for a
while”. With that she grabbed my rock-hard cock underneath the sheet
and squoze it firmly. I know I’m weak where Calire is concerned but I do
worship her and trust her. She stood up and straightened her clothes. She
phoned down to reception and asked them for a taxi straight away and
then left.

Claire was gone for two hours. When the door opened, she found me
pacing up and down the room. She looked dishevelled. One of her
stockings was laddered and (I later found out) her G-string had
disappeared. She looked at me in a mocking way. She ordered me to lye
down on the bed and stood by the side of the bed and removed her skirt.
She quickly straddled me and edged up the bed. Without a word passing
between us, she shuffled up until her pussy was directly over my face. She
placed two fingers outside of her lips and rubbed gently. A flood of come
dripped from her lips onto my face. She continued to rub herself until the
dribbling stopped then she sank down and buried my face up her pussy. I
ate her out for over ten minutes until she came. She then climbed off and
went to the bathroom. I heard the door lock behind her and she emerged
nearly an hour later looking fresh and her old self once more.

When Claire came out of the bathroom, she lay down on the bed next to
me and took my cock in her hand. She then described what had happened,
how she had arranged to meet Dave, how he had fucked her three times,
with her climaxing two or three times each fuck. As she spoke, she rubbed
my cock to near climax on several occasions each time taking care not to
let me come. She described what Dave did, how he made her strip for him
until she was wearing just stockings and heels, how he sat in a chair and
bounced her in his lap with his powerful arms doing all of the work. She
stroked my balls and asked me if I’d wanked whilst she’d been out. I said
I hadn’t and she smiled. She told me I wasn’t allowed to rub myself at all
for the rest of the holiday. My pleasure would be hers to give. I agreed as
I loved being controlled by her. We fell asleep like that and didn’t wake
for several hours.

When I awoke Carol was gone. I checked the bathroom and then the
drawers to see if any of her ‘special’ clothes were missing but they
weren’t. Then I found the note that said she’d popped to the shops and
would be back as soon as she could. I showered and prepared myself for
the evening. I was in the bathroom when Claire returned and I deliberately
hid from view. She popped her head around the bathroom door but didn’t
see me. She returned to the bedroom and put her shopping bags on the
bed. I could tell she was excited as she took her purchases from the bags. I
couldn’t believe my eyes at what I saw. She had bought (or so it
appeared) the entire lingerie department of a small shop. She was taking
out suspender belts, stockings, garters, teddies, strings of pearls, lace
gloves, a lace choker and two pairs of very high, spiky black heels. I was
getting excited by this but the next bag of goodies nearly blew my mind.
She’d obviously found a sex shop and was taking out some handcuffs, a
vibrator, a leather harness (I think !), a big dildo, and various creams and
other items. She then quickly skipped around the bed and attached four
sets of handcuffs to each bed post and put the remainder of the sex items
in the bedside draw. The clothes she put into the dresser. She then left the
room. I was quite excited by the thought of what might be about to
happen later. I dressed and only ten minutes later Claire returned carrying
some bottles of booze. She acted as though nothing had happened and this
was what she really had gone shopping for. She insisted on opening the
bottle of Jack Daniels (my favourite) and within a short time I was feeling
quite merry.

We hadn’t eaten since lunch and I soon realised I was nearly drunk. I lay
down on the bed and fell asleep. I awoke some time later to realise I had
been set-up. I was dressed in a teddy with stockings on my legs and a
suspender belt for good measure. My cock was in a leather harness,
strapped to my thigh pointing at my feet. I smiled a little wondering what
Claire had in store for me. I found out when only a few minutes later she
returned. She was dressed in a long coat but I could see she had nylons
underneath and was wearing a pair of the ‘mistress’ shoes. She looked at
me with a sly grin and ordered me into the chair. She told me not to speak
unless I was spoken to. She paced the room nervously and my cock
started to ache as it strained within the harness. I looked at myself in the
frilly underwear and stocking and was getting very aroused.

There was a knock at the door. Dave entered and when he saw me he
burst out laughing. Claire turned to him and slapped him around the face.
He stopped instantly. Claire barked at him “There’ll be no more of that !
Now, dress in the bathroom with what I’ve left in their for you and not
one sound. Understand ?”. “Yes, Mistress” was all Dave could muster and
he disappeared into the bathroom. Claire took of her coat and looked
fabulous. She was dressed in stockings and those heels with a leather
corset pushing her tits up until they looked twice their normal size. She
opened the dresser and took out a riding crop – she was definitely
prepared for this was going to enjoy it.

She came and stood in front of me and spoke softly. “When I was at the
cinema, after Dave had fucked me for the second time,” my cock strained
and she continued “he showed me one of his favourite films” she smiled
as she said the last word. Claire descibed how Dave had shown her his
favourite porn video starring a dominant woman that was the spitting
image of Claire. He said he would pay her to do the things that the woman
in the video did. I started to ask what that was but she raised a finger to
my lips and said that I was not to speak and she swished the riding crop
lightly against my thigh. She told me that it was Dave that liked to be
treated rough and he was paying. I was there as an observer and was not
to speak. I was dressed as I was as a way of humiliating me but it would
be nothing compared to Dave. She leant forwards and kissed me softly
and said “Watch and enjoy”.

Claire walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. It opened
and Dave emerged dressed in almost the same way as me. Claire then
played out what I supposed was the ‘plot’ of the video. She made Dave
crawl around on all-fours for a while and then she let him lick her pussy.
She ordered him to kneel on the bed on his hands and knees and when he
hesitated she whipped him quite fiercely with the crop. I thought I saw
Dave smile but I doubt it as his cock harness was the same size as mine
but his cock was most definitely bigger than mine so the strain must have
been quite painful. Claire ran the crop over his bare backside and then,
licking her index finger, rubbed it around Dave’s anus. He tensed a little
but Claire continued. She ordered me to get the items from the top drawer
and place them on the bed. I placed a jar of Vaseline, the vibrator and a
leather paddle next to Claire. I smiled as I placed the large butt-plug
alongside the other items. This monster was 6” long and shaped so that
once inserted in the anus it was difficult to remove. I’d had one used on
me at one the swingers’ parties but that one was only 3” long and quite
narrow. This thing was huge. Dave nervously looked over his shoulder at
what I was doing but a swipe with the crop soon told him not to be so
inquisitive. Claire opened the jar of Vaseline and smeared a dollop around
Dave’s anus. She worked into his puckered skin and he was obviously
enjoying the sensation – mixed with the discomfort of his constrained
cock. He jumped as he head the vibrator being turned on. It was only
small but I was it would prove tricky to use. Claire rolled it around Dave’s
bum before pushing the tip against his bud. An inch slipped in quite easily
but as the humming rod grew thicker, so did the resistance. Claire took
her time and slowly but surely 4” was pushed inside. She worked it in and
out rhythmically before stepping back to slap the end forcing it hard up
Dave’s arse. He yelped in pain but Claire didn’t care – she was obviously
enjoying this. She smoothed his backside to mollify him but Dave seemed
to be in considerable pain.

Claire spoke and ordered me to release Dave’s cock harness. As I did so, I
gasped at the size of it. Claire hadn’t been exaggerating at all. Dave
grunted as his cock was allowed its’ freedom and it swelled even bigger
as the blood was able to pump its’ way around unhindered. Dave almost
appeared to forget the plastic cock shoved up his backside so Claire took
the opportunity to quickly remove it and replace it with the butt-plug. She
pushed 4” or so back in so Dave wasn’t really aware of the switch. She
ordered me to start rubbing his cock – but not to let him come. I could tell
Dave was really enjoying this and his cock glistened with pre-come
juices. I rubbed slowly as Claire gradually eased more and more of the
plug up his anus. She told me to speed up my wanking of Dave and when
it looked like he was coming, she pushed the plug hard until it slipped in
fully, the rubber T-bar stopping it disappearing altogether. Dave came in
long stringy spurts. Claire ordered me to make sure that none of it stained
the bed but there was so much. My hands were covered and it was
dripping through my fingers. “Well suck it dry !” was her command. I
knelt down and licked my hands clean of the salty come I’d already tasted
twice before. I angled Dave’s cock towards my mouth as he gave one
final spurt, the hot come stinging at the back of my throat. I kept his cock
in my mouth long enough to ensure my Mistress’s wishes were carried
out. After a few minutes, Claire ordered me to sit down again and she let
Dave slump onto the bed.

When Dave recovered, he asked permission to roll-over and look at his
‘Mistress’. He said he was happy to have served her and he hoped she
would allow him to visit once more. As he said this, he was wincing in
discomfort as the butt-plug pushed away inside of him. Claire let him get
dressed but instructed him not to remove the plug as she might be paying
a surprise visit to the cinema and it wouldn’t be in his interest for her to
find it had been removed. Dave left and Claire slumped down on the bed.
She asked me, politely, to remove ‘the silly outfit’ I was wearing. I did so
and ran us both a bath. As we bathed we talked about what had gone on
and Claire admitted that she enjoyed being a strict mistress. I said I
enjoyed being a slave but maybe not to the extent of the punishment
handed out to Dave !

We agreed to try the ‘sub/dom’ roles again when we were home. We
kissed as we dried ourselves but neither of us had any energy left so we
fell asleep quickly. We left early the next day, wondering if Dave had
removed his plug yet.