The soft rain wasn't cold or hard enough to cause any real problems, other than the fact that it made for another fucking dreary Saturday. Jill Jensen yawned, looked at the clock, verifying it was still only 10:30 a.m., then yawned again, stretching her arms above her head. Her 34C tits jiggled gently beneath the thin yellow leotard she was still wearing after her usual morning workout routine. "Not too bad for an old broad," she thought, touching her nipples, rubbing then softly, feeling them growing erect beneath her familiar touch. "Nice tits," she said aloud. "But it's these that really turn the guys on," she continued, tugging at the long, soft cunt lips extending out beyond the edges of the high-cut leotard. "Oh yeah... guys may get off on pinup pictures of younger women, but what really turns them on is these nice, mature over-40 year old cunt lips. Guys love sucking these nice, sexy, loose hanging pussy lips. They love playing with them, and coming on them, and fucking them," she moaned softly, rubbing her cunt now, her fingers moving the material of her leotard aside so she could slide them up inside her wet pussy.
"Oh Goddddd," she moaned softly, finger fucking herself slowly, enjoying the sensations, yet not wanting to come yet. Feeling an orgasm approaching, she forced herself to stop, bringing her wet fingers to her face, wiping them on her lips, sniffing the fragrant essence of cunt and sweat and piss still lingering on her there. She had yet to shower following her workout, and knew she wouldn't until afterward. After she'd become "the slut" again. When she'd gone to the bathroom after her workout she also intentionally hadn't bothered taking off the leotard before pissing. Instead, she'd simply pulled the crotch aside, and pissed that way, feeling some of the warm piss washing over her fingers as she peed. On impulse she'd suddenly shoved her fingers inside her cunt, letting more of the hot, warm, nasty pee flood over her hand and splash all over her as she rubbed her clit, coming instantly as she sat there on the toilet masturbating with one hand, licking her fingers with ! the other while she peed.
Afterward she'd simply pulled the crotch of her leotard back in place, not bothering to wipe, feeling a little of the wetness from her piss staining her there, knowing she was sinking into one of her nasty "sick" moods again. Only 10:45. Shit. The movie theater wouldn't open until noon, and already she'd come three times in anticipation of what she liked to think of as another of her "depravity trips."
Jill knew she should probably seek help... professional help. Lately her nasty moods had been coming on to her more and more frequently, and each new mood she'd seemed to cause her to force herself to do nastier and nastier things. Yet she knew she couldn't, no, didn't WANT to change. She loved the sensations that would sweep over her when she became "the slut," doing things no self- respecting woman would ever do, especially a professional woman like herself. God, if the senior executives in her corporation ever suspected her of doing the kinds of things she did they'd die of heart failure. The risks were so enormous. She would surely lose her job, and clearly she knew she should stop her depravity trips. Someone she knew might see her, and recognize her someday. Yet she knew, deep down inside, that nothing, no risk, no humiliation, no threat of disease or potential loss of financial security of any kind could ever be strong enough to reduce her cravings and desires f! or s exual depravity. And so she would continue, continue forcing herself to degrade herself, to humiliate herself, to submit to anything, anything, no matter what it was, anyone wanted to do to her. Because she loved it. Oh God how she loved it. Being a slut. It was soooo fucking wonderful. Like drugs, only better.
"Fuck it," she grunted, jamming her fingers back inside her cunt again, unable to resist giving herself yet another orgasm before leaving for the movies. As her fingers dug deeply inside her wet cunt, she thought again about what would happen at the theater. Men would use her. They would come on her, on her face and naked tits, and on and yes, even in her pussy. They would fuck her, and come all over her. Some would perhaps even piss on her. And she would love it. All of it, lying there in the darkened theater, naked, her clothes lying somewhere on the wet, sticky floor, getting dirty, just as she would be, and she would love it all.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, sucking her fingers again, tasting herself, the odor from her cunt so strong and nasty it, too, turned her on. "So fucking dirty... so nasty... so niceeeeee," she moaned, allowing the waves of pleasure to sweep over her as she shuddered while thinking about what the afternoon might bring.
Finally, it was time to leave for the theater. Jill dressed only in the leotard, a short tennis skirt, and high, spiked heeled shoes, giving her the cheap, trampy look she so desired. Her tits clearly visible beneath the thin yellow leotard, and as she drove to the south end of town where the theater was located, Jill shuddered in excited anticipation of what she was about to do.
Parking the car in the lot outside the theater, located in a commercial strip mall area, in a section of town mostly frequented by black residents, Jill was aware of the stares she was getting as she walked, along, up to and through the doors of the seedy adult theater. The old man behind the ticket counter smiled at her in recognition, a leering, hungry smile as he stared at her visible tits.
"Back for more, huh, babe?" he smirked.
"Yes," Jill said, her cunt wet with desire to be treated like this man was treating her... like the slut she was. "I love it n there," she sighed, tweaking a nipple in front of the old man. He gasped, staring at this brazen slut in front of him before finally realizing he should take the $7 price of admission she was holding out to him.
"Ah... thank you," he stammered.
"You're welcome," Jill grinned. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a pair of scissors, would you? Or a pocket knife?"
"Ah... oh... yeah, sure. Just a minute," the old man said, rummaging around in a drawer beneath the counter. "Here. These okay?" he asked, handing Jill an old pair of scissors.
"Thanks. I think those will work," she said, lifting her skirt in front of the man, tugging on the crotch of her leotard, then inserting the scissors into the material of the crotch, cutting a long slit in it, and then a hole.
The man stared at her, incredulous, as he watched her exposing her dangling pink pussy lips to him. He felt a stirring in his cock he hadn't felt in years, and when Jill smiled and handed him back the scissors, along with the damp material from the crotch of her leotard, asking if he would please throw it away for her, he immediately brought the material up to his nose and sniffed it. Giddy with happiness, he let the strong scent of warm fish and sweet cunt fragrance wash over him, his eyes glassy with lust as Jill laughed and walked down the hall toward the auditorium.
Inside it was dark, as usual, but not so dark, Jill knew, so the men wouldn't be able to see her. The tall 5'7", trim, 135 pound brunette with the full head of long shoulder length hair, 34C tits, gorgeous legs and tight ass walked slowly down the aisle, letting everyone around her see she was a woman. And not just a woman, either... not the kind of fat cunt that usually was brought to these places for men to fuck while their husbands watched. This lady was a fox, and the men that recognized her knew it.
"Holy shit, she's back."
"Fuck me, that's the cunt that took us all on that time."
"Jesus Christ, look who's here again."
The comments were like wonderful compliments to Jill's ears as she walked down the aisle, feeling her pussy growing wetter than it already was. Oh God she loved this... this feeling of being such a total fucking slut. She loved doing it with all kinds of men, not just good looking ones. In fact, sometimes when she was sucking on a pair of smelly balls, or drinking cum and piss from some guy's dick who was old and fat and disgusting it turned her on the most. Anyone could make love to an attractive, hard-bellied younger man. Only a slut would let smelly bums fuck her, and that's exactly what was going to happen to Jill again today, she knew. And she could hardly wait.
Moving into a vacant row, Jill sat in the middle seat, and then waited. It was always the same, and she grinned at how predictable these horny fuckers were. Within seconds the seats in the row in front of filled with men turned to look at her. Then one of the bolder men entered her row and sat two seats over from her. Pretending to not notice him, her cunt flooded now, Jill stared at the screen and waited, knowing the man would do one of two things within the next minute or two. He would either take his cock out and begin playing with it in front of her... or he would cautiously move into the seat next to her. Which was it going to be this time? Out of the corner of her eye, Jill judged the man to be in his mid-fifties. He was white, but two of the four men sitting in front of her were black. Hearing a noise behind her, Jill turned slightly and saw two more men enter the row in back of her, taking seats where they could observe the action they knew was soon to begin! . A gain, a flood of wetness gushed into Jill's pussy, and it was all she could do to resist touching herself. But it was too soon... too soon.... Part of the thrill was in teasing herself... forcing herself to wait until they made the first move, and then she could submit... let them do what they wanted to her. No decisions required. Just lie there and let them use her... do anything they wanted to her... to the slut.
He was making his move now. The man next to her was slowly taking out his cock, playing with it now, trying to get Jill to notice him. She grinned to herself, continuing the charade of pretending she wasn't aware of what he was doing. As he became bolder, his cock grew harder, exciting him, and Jill, more. She knew he would ever so slowly, as if in slow motion, begin to slide over into the seat next to her now. Yes... like that, pushing the seat down slowly, stalking her, like a cat, not wanting to startle her, moving next to her now, slowly... slowly... until he was sliding back into the seat right beside her, his erect cock on display for all of them to see, hard and thick and long.... He began touching it again now, slowly, stroking it, rubbing his thumb over the head, smearing jizz all over himself, causing his masturbating action to begin making more noise now, as he continued to stare at Jill. Still pretending to ignore him, Jill forced herself to wait a little l! onger, the anticipation so strong in her now it was all she could do to keep from coming. Oh God, this was so fucking exciting, so nasty... so depraved. Her nipples were rock hard now, and she wondered if the men in front of her could see them in the dim light coming from the screen. She hoped so, and almost reached up and touched them, but somehow resisted.
Not long now... not much longer, she knew. Yes... there... he's starting... making his move... fingers creeping toward her, cautiously... touching her leg now, waiting for a reaction. When she didn't pull away from his exploring hand, he became bolder almost immediately, just like always. Somehow, when they touched her and she didn't react, they knew... they always knew, then, that she was there for one thing and one thing only. To be used... fucked... in the mouth and cunt, and to become, once again... the slut.
The man's fingers squeezed her thigh, the moved higher, up her thigh, into her crotch. Jill scooted lower on the seat, then began raising her skirt, exposing herself, her thighs, and then her pussy as the man cupped his fingers over her cunt.
"Oh yessss!" Jill hissed, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the sensations wash over her. "Touch me... my pussy... go inside... I cut a hole in my leotard so you could go inside my pussy," Jill moaned quietly.
"Jesus," the man said, sliding off the seat onto the floor between Jill's legs. His lips were on her now, kissing her thighs, slobbering spit all over them as his anguished moan mingled with the sounds of his lips and tongue eating her wet pussy.
"Oh yeahhhh, eat me, suck my pussy," Jill moaned loudly. "Somebody else touch me... play with meeeeee!" she hissed, pulling the straps of her leotard down over her shoulders, exposing her naked tits.
Hands were on her body everywhere now. One of the men from the row behind her climbed over the seat next to her and sat down, his cock out, hard, erect, beckoning her. Jill reached out and touched it, feeling the slippery pre-cum lubricant on it, sliding it up and down on the man's cock, milking it, wanting to feel his hot cum splashing over her fingers.
"Oh God I'M GOING TO COMEEEEE!" the man gasped. Jill laughed, jacking him off faster now, feeling his cock stiffening in her hand, feeling the cum spewing from the end of it, splattering all over her fingers and arm and even onto her thigh. "Oh BABYYYYY!" the guy grunted, pumping his cock roughly toward Jill, another gob of cum shooting out the end of his cock and onto her leotard. The man eating her was doing a wonderful job now, and Jill raised her legs and stretched them out to the men in front of her, over the shoulders of the man on the floor. Someone in front of her was kissing her calves, licking them. She kicked off her shoes, hearing them landing on the floor somewhere in front of her, and the man began sucking her toes.
"OH GODDDD EAT MEEEEE!" Jill shrieked, so loudly everyone in the theater would hear her, her first orgasm jolting her, rocking her with its intensity. She felt herself coming in the man's mouth, then felt him quickly move up to her cunt, his cock in his hand, jerking it off as fast as he could, close to coming.
"INSIDE ME... PUT IT IN ME AND FUCK ME!" Jill screamed, feeling the man lunging forward, burying his cock in her cunt, coming instantly, filling her with hot cum as another powerful orgasm rocked Jill's jerking, twitching body.
"Oh fuck... that... that was a dream come true," the man said, pulling out of Jill's dripping cunt, crawling away from her. The man on the other side of her was still sitting next to her, his soft, drained cock still exposed as he sat there trying to recover.
"More... I want more...."Jill said, pulling her legs back from the men in front of her, standing up quickly, stripping off her skirt and leotard, dropping them to the floor next to her. Totally naked now she sat back down, her legs spread widely apart, fingers rubbing her wet pussy.
"Somebody do something to me... fuck me, or eat me, or come on me, on my face, my tits, anywhere... anything... do anything you want with me... any of you... all of you...." Jill groaned. Hands were all over her now, and from behind her she heard a man groan, then felt cum splattering down on her from his cock. Quickly turning her head, she took the spurting cock in her mouth, savoring the hot cum, chewing it, swallowing it slowly. Another man was coming on her now, and she turned toward that cock, too, holding her mouth open, letting the man come on her tongue, letting him splash hot come all over her lips and face.
One of the black men from the row in front of her came around and sat next to her, staring at her as he jacked off. "You like black cock, too?" he asked.
"Any kind of cock," Jill moaned. "And cum... any kind of cum... lots of it... anywhere you want to shoot it," she said, challenging him.
The man moved between her legs and immediately began fucking her, sliding his thick black cock deeply up inside her squishy cunt, his cock so thick it began pushing the cum from the other man out of her pussy. "So scummy... so fucking scummy," Jill moaned, feeling the hot cum running out of her cunt and all over her ass. Another man was standing behind her jacking off now, and she turned to watch, his cock and balls almost directly over her face. Reaching up, she began licking his balls, tasting the acrid sweat covering them, smelling it, the strong, masculine scent overpowering her senses, causing her to come again.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, exciting the man, as well as the man fucking her. Both of them began coming, the man behind her shooting his cum into her hair and across her face while the man fucking her filled her pussy with a new load of hot, sticky, thick cum. "Oh Godddddd!" Jill cried, shaking her head violently back and forth, feeling the cum running down her cheeks and over her neck. Another man was coming on her now, too, drenching her with cum, as his cock erupted all over her from the row in front of her. The black man had moved out of her and was walking away, talking to himself about the "white ho," while this new man shot off all over her legs. Cum was beginning to coagulate on her body now, in thick, sticky puddles. God she loved this... the smells of sweaty cocks and balls and urine mixed with the strong, overpowering sickeningly sweet artificial scent of the industrial strength disinfectant they used here. She was so familiar with this scent, and all it brought! to mind, she had actually tried to buy some once, for her home, but found it was only available in large commercial quantities. Probably just as well, she had decided.
Another man had moved into her row and was fucking her now, her naked body just lying there, letting him use her, the relaxing sensations of not having to do anything other than to simply lie there and let the men use her filling her with such peaceful bliss she wondered if this was what Heaven would be like. Not very fucking likely, she laughed to herself, but for her, it was as close to Heaven on Earth, she decided, as she could ever get. Yet still she wanted more... more cum... more fucking... more degradation and perversion.
As though a prayer had suddenly been answered, a man she recognized and remembered as one of the most perverted deviates she'd ever been with moved into her row and knelt in front of her, between her thighs.
"Remember me?" he asked, grinning, removing his shirt.
"God yes. How could I forget?" Jill grinned, watching, as the man got completely naked, his cock sticking straight out in front of his body.
"Then you remember what we did together last time," he grinned again.
"Yes," Jill hissed, eager for it, remembering how it had sizzled her brain.
"You want to go first, or you want me to?" he asked.
"You first," Jill shuddered, playing with her cunt now, eager for it, eager for the hot, perverted golden shower the man was going to give her. "Do it. Give it to me... all over me...." Jill moaned, throwing her head back, watching... waiting... eager for it again.
The man sighed, aiming his cock at her stomach. For what seemed like a long time nothing happened. Then it began, a trickle at first, then stronger, splashing down onto her cunt, drenching her, then moving higher, up her body, over her belly, and then her tits. Jill rubbed the hot piss all over her cum coated chest and stomach and thighs, washing away the cum with the man's piss, feeling it getting closer to her mouth now, droplets splashing on her face as the flow gained strength, until finally, gloriously, it was splattering onto her chin and lips. Opening her mouth, Jill grunted as the man filled it with piss.
"OH JESUS!" she shrieked, knowing she was being watched, knowing she was on display for the others... knowing she was wallowing in the filth of depraved perversion of the most intense kind... and loving it.
The man finished, leaned forward, and kissed her, letting a mouthful of his spit slither into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it, a perverted chill causing him to tremble slightly as he saw this incredibly submissive slut do what he knew she would do.
"My turn," he smiled, licking his way down her body, probing inside her navel with his tongue, then moving lower, licking the piss and cum as he sank to his knees in front of her, finally burying his face in her cum-filled scummy cunt, sucking it, eating the cum as it drooled from her pussy. "Now," he said, his voice muffled, intense. "Do it now!"
"Oh Goddddd, yesssssss!" Jill moaned, raising her legs over his shoulders, resting them there, relaxing her bladder, wanting to do it, trying to do it, but too excited to be able to. "Stop... stop eating me for a minute so I can go," she begged, and he did, leaving his mouth on her, open... waiting... as excited as she....
Finally Jill felt it... felt it beginning, as with the man, a mere trickle at first, but enough to cause him to suck her again, wanting it, wanting more. "Oh Goddddd...." Jill moaned, feeling it flowing out of her more strongly now, pissing in his mouth, directly in his mouth, as he moaned and jacked off in front of her. "So sick... so fucking sick... I love it...." Jill sighed, her piss gushing into his mouth now, drenching him as he had her. Rubbing her clit again, she came, instantly, violently, rubbing her pussy all over his face as she pissed in his mouth and on his chin and lips and cheek. Someone was coming on her again, and she was so relaxed and exhausted she didn't even bother to turn to see who it was.
When it was over she found her leotard and pulled it on, then her skirt, and finally, her shoes a man in front of her was kind enough to find for her. She felt as though she could have stayed there forever, but the lure of a long, hot bath was more overpowering to her now, so she thanked the men, telling them she'd be back sometime, and left.
On the way out, the old man looked up as she entered the lobby of the theater.
"Looks like you had a good time again," he said, leering at her.
"I always do," she smiled back, blowing him a kiss, laughing at his comical attempts to give her a what he probably thought was a sexy grin.
"Next time I'll take care of you myself," he said, squeezing his cock in his pants.
"Whatever...." Jill said over her shoulder, stepping out into the rainy day, wondering when she'd feel the need to return to the theater and once again become... the slut....
"Oh Goddddd," she moaned softly, finger fucking herself slowly, enjoying the sensations, yet not wanting to come yet. Feeling an orgasm approaching, she forced herself to stop, bringing her wet fingers to her face, wiping them on her lips, sniffing the fragrant essence of cunt and sweat and piss still lingering on her there. She had yet to shower following her workout, and knew she wouldn't until afterward. After she'd become "the slut" again. When she'd gone to the bathroom after her workout she also intentionally hadn't bothered taking off the leotard before pissing. Instead, she'd simply pulled the crotch aside, and pissed that way, feeling some of the warm piss washing over her fingers as she peed. On impulse she'd suddenly shoved her fingers inside her cunt, letting more of the hot, warm, nasty pee flood over her hand and splash all over her as she rubbed her clit, coming instantly as she sat there on the toilet masturbating with one hand, licking her fingers with ! the other while she peed.
Afterward she'd simply pulled the crotch of her leotard back in place, not bothering to wipe, feeling a little of the wetness from her piss staining her there, knowing she was sinking into one of her nasty "sick" moods again. Only 10:45. Shit. The movie theater wouldn't open until noon, and already she'd come three times in anticipation of what she liked to think of as another of her "depravity trips."
Jill knew she should probably seek help... professional help. Lately her nasty moods had been coming on to her more and more frequently, and each new mood she'd seemed to cause her to force herself to do nastier and nastier things. Yet she knew she couldn't, no, didn't WANT to change. She loved the sensations that would sweep over her when she became "the slut," doing things no self- respecting woman would ever do, especially a professional woman like herself. God, if the senior executives in her corporation ever suspected her of doing the kinds of things she did they'd die of heart failure. The risks were so enormous. She would surely lose her job, and clearly she knew she should stop her depravity trips. Someone she knew might see her, and recognize her someday. Yet she knew, deep down inside, that nothing, no risk, no humiliation, no threat of disease or potential loss of financial security of any kind could ever be strong enough to reduce her cravings and desires f! or s exual depravity. And so she would continue, continue forcing herself to degrade herself, to humiliate herself, to submit to anything, anything, no matter what it was, anyone wanted to do to her. Because she loved it. Oh God how she loved it. Being a slut. It was soooo fucking wonderful. Like drugs, only better.
"Fuck it," she grunted, jamming her fingers back inside her cunt again, unable to resist giving herself yet another orgasm before leaving for the movies. As her fingers dug deeply inside her wet cunt, she thought again about what would happen at the theater. Men would use her. They would come on her, on her face and naked tits, and on and yes, even in her pussy. They would fuck her, and come all over her. Some would perhaps even piss on her. And she would love it. All of it, lying there in the darkened theater, naked, her clothes lying somewhere on the wet, sticky floor, getting dirty, just as she would be, and she would love it all.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, sucking her fingers again, tasting herself, the odor from her cunt so strong and nasty it, too, turned her on. "So fucking dirty... so nasty... so niceeeeee," she moaned, allowing the waves of pleasure to sweep over her as she shuddered while thinking about what the afternoon might bring.
Finally, it was time to leave for the theater. Jill dressed only in the leotard, a short tennis skirt, and high, spiked heeled shoes, giving her the cheap, trampy look she so desired. Her tits clearly visible beneath the thin yellow leotard, and as she drove to the south end of town where the theater was located, Jill shuddered in excited anticipation of what she was about to do.
Parking the car in the lot outside the theater, located in a commercial strip mall area, in a section of town mostly frequented by black residents, Jill was aware of the stares she was getting as she walked, along, up to and through the doors of the seedy adult theater. The old man behind the ticket counter smiled at her in recognition, a leering, hungry smile as he stared at her visible tits.
"Back for more, huh, babe?" he smirked.
"Yes," Jill said, her cunt wet with desire to be treated like this man was treating her... like the slut she was. "I love it n there," she sighed, tweaking a nipple in front of the old man. He gasped, staring at this brazen slut in front of him before finally realizing he should take the $7 price of admission she was holding out to him.
"Ah... thank you," he stammered.
"You're welcome," Jill grinned. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a pair of scissors, would you? Or a pocket knife?"
"Ah... oh... yeah, sure. Just a minute," the old man said, rummaging around in a drawer beneath the counter. "Here. These okay?" he asked, handing Jill an old pair of scissors.
"Thanks. I think those will work," she said, lifting her skirt in front of the man, tugging on the crotch of her leotard, then inserting the scissors into the material of the crotch, cutting a long slit in it, and then a hole.
The man stared at her, incredulous, as he watched her exposing her dangling pink pussy lips to him. He felt a stirring in his cock he hadn't felt in years, and when Jill smiled and handed him back the scissors, along with the damp material from the crotch of her leotard, asking if he would please throw it away for her, he immediately brought the material up to his nose and sniffed it. Giddy with happiness, he let the strong scent of warm fish and sweet cunt fragrance wash over him, his eyes glassy with lust as Jill laughed and walked down the hall toward the auditorium.
Inside it was dark, as usual, but not so dark, Jill knew, so the men wouldn't be able to see her. The tall 5'7", trim, 135 pound brunette with the full head of long shoulder length hair, 34C tits, gorgeous legs and tight ass walked slowly down the aisle, letting everyone around her see she was a woman. And not just a woman, either... not the kind of fat cunt that usually was brought to these places for men to fuck while their husbands watched. This lady was a fox, and the men that recognized her knew it.
"Holy shit, she's back."
"Fuck me, that's the cunt that took us all on that time."
"Jesus Christ, look who's here again."
The comments were like wonderful compliments to Jill's ears as she walked down the aisle, feeling her pussy growing wetter than it already was. Oh God she loved this... this feeling of being such a total fucking slut. She loved doing it with all kinds of men, not just good looking ones. In fact, sometimes when she was sucking on a pair of smelly balls, or drinking cum and piss from some guy's dick who was old and fat and disgusting it turned her on the most. Anyone could make love to an attractive, hard-bellied younger man. Only a slut would let smelly bums fuck her, and that's exactly what was going to happen to Jill again today, she knew. And she could hardly wait.
Moving into a vacant row, Jill sat in the middle seat, and then waited. It was always the same, and she grinned at how predictable these horny fuckers were. Within seconds the seats in the row in front of filled with men turned to look at her. Then one of the bolder men entered her row and sat two seats over from her. Pretending to not notice him, her cunt flooded now, Jill stared at the screen and waited, knowing the man would do one of two things within the next minute or two. He would either take his cock out and begin playing with it in front of her... or he would cautiously move into the seat next to her. Which was it going to be this time? Out of the corner of her eye, Jill judged the man to be in his mid-fifties. He was white, but two of the four men sitting in front of her were black. Hearing a noise behind her, Jill turned slightly and saw two more men enter the row in back of her, taking seats where they could observe the action they knew was soon to begin! . A gain, a flood of wetness gushed into Jill's pussy, and it was all she could do to resist touching herself. But it was too soon... too soon.... Part of the thrill was in teasing herself... forcing herself to wait until they made the first move, and then she could submit... let them do what they wanted to her. No decisions required. Just lie there and let them use her... do anything they wanted to her... to the slut.
He was making his move now. The man next to her was slowly taking out his cock, playing with it now, trying to get Jill to notice him. She grinned to herself, continuing the charade of pretending she wasn't aware of what he was doing. As he became bolder, his cock grew harder, exciting him, and Jill, more. She knew he would ever so slowly, as if in slow motion, begin to slide over into the seat next to her now. Yes... like that, pushing the seat down slowly, stalking her, like a cat, not wanting to startle her, moving next to her now, slowly... slowly... until he was sliding back into the seat right beside her, his erect cock on display for all of them to see, hard and thick and long.... He began touching it again now, slowly, stroking it, rubbing his thumb over the head, smearing jizz all over himself, causing his masturbating action to begin making more noise now, as he continued to stare at Jill. Still pretending to ignore him, Jill forced herself to wait a little l! onger, the anticipation so strong in her now it was all she could do to keep from coming. Oh God, this was so fucking exciting, so nasty... so depraved. Her nipples were rock hard now, and she wondered if the men in front of her could see them in the dim light coming from the screen. She hoped so, and almost reached up and touched them, but somehow resisted.
Not long now... not much longer, she knew. Yes... there... he's starting... making his move... fingers creeping toward her, cautiously... touching her leg now, waiting for a reaction. When she didn't pull away from his exploring hand, he became bolder almost immediately, just like always. Somehow, when they touched her and she didn't react, they knew... they always knew, then, that she was there for one thing and one thing only. To be used... fucked... in the mouth and cunt, and to become, once again... the slut.
The man's fingers squeezed her thigh, the moved higher, up her thigh, into her crotch. Jill scooted lower on the seat, then began raising her skirt, exposing herself, her thighs, and then her pussy as the man cupped his fingers over her cunt.
"Oh yessss!" Jill hissed, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the sensations wash over her. "Touch me... my pussy... go inside... I cut a hole in my leotard so you could go inside my pussy," Jill moaned quietly.
"Jesus," the man said, sliding off the seat onto the floor between Jill's legs. His lips were on her now, kissing her thighs, slobbering spit all over them as his anguished moan mingled with the sounds of his lips and tongue eating her wet pussy.
"Oh yeahhhh, eat me, suck my pussy," Jill moaned loudly. "Somebody else touch me... play with meeeeee!" she hissed, pulling the straps of her leotard down over her shoulders, exposing her naked tits.
Hands were on her body everywhere now. One of the men from the row behind her climbed over the seat next to her and sat down, his cock out, hard, erect, beckoning her. Jill reached out and touched it, feeling the slippery pre-cum lubricant on it, sliding it up and down on the man's cock, milking it, wanting to feel his hot cum splashing over her fingers.
"Oh God I'M GOING TO COMEEEEE!" the man gasped. Jill laughed, jacking him off faster now, feeling his cock stiffening in her hand, feeling the cum spewing from the end of it, splattering all over her fingers and arm and even onto her thigh. "Oh BABYYYYY!" the guy grunted, pumping his cock roughly toward Jill, another gob of cum shooting out the end of his cock and onto her leotard. The man eating her was doing a wonderful job now, and Jill raised her legs and stretched them out to the men in front of her, over the shoulders of the man on the floor. Someone in front of her was kissing her calves, licking them. She kicked off her shoes, hearing them landing on the floor somewhere in front of her, and the man began sucking her toes.
"OH GODDDD EAT MEEEEE!" Jill shrieked, so loudly everyone in the theater would hear her, her first orgasm jolting her, rocking her with its intensity. She felt herself coming in the man's mouth, then felt him quickly move up to her cunt, his cock in his hand, jerking it off as fast as he could, close to coming.
"INSIDE ME... PUT IT IN ME AND FUCK ME!" Jill screamed, feeling the man lunging forward, burying his cock in her cunt, coming instantly, filling her with hot cum as another powerful orgasm rocked Jill's jerking, twitching body.
"Oh fuck... that... that was a dream come true," the man said, pulling out of Jill's dripping cunt, crawling away from her. The man on the other side of her was still sitting next to her, his soft, drained cock still exposed as he sat there trying to recover.
"More... I want more...."Jill said, pulling her legs back from the men in front of her, standing up quickly, stripping off her skirt and leotard, dropping them to the floor next to her. Totally naked now she sat back down, her legs spread widely apart, fingers rubbing her wet pussy.
"Somebody do something to me... fuck me, or eat me, or come on me, on my face, my tits, anywhere... anything... do anything you want with me... any of you... all of you...." Jill groaned. Hands were all over her now, and from behind her she heard a man groan, then felt cum splattering down on her from his cock. Quickly turning her head, she took the spurting cock in her mouth, savoring the hot cum, chewing it, swallowing it slowly. Another man was coming on her now, and she turned toward that cock, too, holding her mouth open, letting the man come on her tongue, letting him splash hot come all over her lips and face.
One of the black men from the row in front of her came around and sat next to her, staring at her as he jacked off. "You like black cock, too?" he asked.
"Any kind of cock," Jill moaned. "And cum... any kind of cum... lots of it... anywhere you want to shoot it," she said, challenging him.
The man moved between her legs and immediately began fucking her, sliding his thick black cock deeply up inside her squishy cunt, his cock so thick it began pushing the cum from the other man out of her pussy. "So scummy... so fucking scummy," Jill moaned, feeling the hot cum running out of her cunt and all over her ass. Another man was standing behind her jacking off now, and she turned to watch, his cock and balls almost directly over her face. Reaching up, she began licking his balls, tasting the acrid sweat covering them, smelling it, the strong, masculine scent overpowering her senses, causing her to come again.
"AHHHHH!" she screamed, exciting the man, as well as the man fucking her. Both of them began coming, the man behind her shooting his cum into her hair and across her face while the man fucking her filled her pussy with a new load of hot, sticky, thick cum. "Oh Godddddd!" Jill cried, shaking her head violently back and forth, feeling the cum running down her cheeks and over her neck. Another man was coming on her now, too, drenching her with cum, as his cock erupted all over her from the row in front of her. The black man had moved out of her and was walking away, talking to himself about the "white ho," while this new man shot off all over her legs. Cum was beginning to coagulate on her body now, in thick, sticky puddles. God she loved this... the smells of sweaty cocks and balls and urine mixed with the strong, overpowering sickeningly sweet artificial scent of the industrial strength disinfectant they used here. She was so familiar with this scent, and all it brought! to mind, she had actually tried to buy some once, for her home, but found it was only available in large commercial quantities. Probably just as well, she had decided.
Another man had moved into her row and was fucking her now, her naked body just lying there, letting him use her, the relaxing sensations of not having to do anything other than to simply lie there and let the men use her filling her with such peaceful bliss she wondered if this was what Heaven would be like. Not very fucking likely, she laughed to herself, but for her, it was as close to Heaven on Earth, she decided, as she could ever get. Yet still she wanted more... more cum... more fucking... more degradation and perversion.
As though a prayer had suddenly been answered, a man she recognized and remembered as one of the most perverted deviates she'd ever been with moved into her row and knelt in front of her, between her thighs.
"Remember me?" he asked, grinning, removing his shirt.
"God yes. How could I forget?" Jill grinned, watching, as the man got completely naked, his cock sticking straight out in front of his body.
"Then you remember what we did together last time," he grinned again.
"Yes," Jill hissed, eager for it, remembering how it had sizzled her brain.
"You want to go first, or you want me to?" he asked.
"You first," Jill shuddered, playing with her cunt now, eager for it, eager for the hot, perverted golden shower the man was going to give her. "Do it. Give it to me... all over me...." Jill moaned, throwing her head back, watching... waiting... eager for it again.
The man sighed, aiming his cock at her stomach. For what seemed like a long time nothing happened. Then it began, a trickle at first, then stronger, splashing down onto her cunt, drenching her, then moving higher, up her body, over her belly, and then her tits. Jill rubbed the hot piss all over her cum coated chest and stomach and thighs, washing away the cum with the man's piss, feeling it getting closer to her mouth now, droplets splashing on her face as the flow gained strength, until finally, gloriously, it was splattering onto her chin and lips. Opening her mouth, Jill grunted as the man filled it with piss.
"OH JESUS!" she shrieked, knowing she was being watched, knowing she was on display for the others... knowing she was wallowing in the filth of depraved perversion of the most intense kind... and loving it.
The man finished, leaned forward, and kissed her, letting a mouthful of his spit slither into her mouth, watching as she swallowed it, a perverted chill causing him to tremble slightly as he saw this incredibly submissive slut do what he knew she would do.
"My turn," he smiled, licking his way down her body, probing inside her navel with his tongue, then moving lower, licking the piss and cum as he sank to his knees in front of her, finally burying his face in her cum-filled scummy cunt, sucking it, eating the cum as it drooled from her pussy. "Now," he said, his voice muffled, intense. "Do it now!"
"Oh Goddddd, yesssssss!" Jill moaned, raising her legs over his shoulders, resting them there, relaxing her bladder, wanting to do it, trying to do it, but too excited to be able to. "Stop... stop eating me for a minute so I can go," she begged, and he did, leaving his mouth on her, open... waiting... as excited as she....
Finally Jill felt it... felt it beginning, as with the man, a mere trickle at first, but enough to cause him to suck her again, wanting it, wanting more. "Oh Goddddd...." Jill moaned, feeling it flowing out of her more strongly now, pissing in his mouth, directly in his mouth, as he moaned and jacked off in front of her. "So sick... so fucking sick... I love it...." Jill sighed, her piss gushing into his mouth now, drenching him as he had her. Rubbing her clit again, she came, instantly, violently, rubbing her pussy all over his face as she pissed in his mouth and on his chin and lips and cheek. Someone was coming on her again, and she was so relaxed and exhausted she didn't even bother to turn to see who it was.
When it was over she found her leotard and pulled it on, then her skirt, and finally, her shoes a man in front of her was kind enough to find for her. She felt as though she could have stayed there forever, but the lure of a long, hot bath was more overpowering to her now, so she thanked the men, telling them she'd be back sometime, and left.
On the way out, the old man looked up as she entered the lobby of the theater.
"Looks like you had a good time again," he said, leering at her.
"I always do," she smiled back, blowing him a kiss, laughing at his comical attempts to give her a what he probably thought was a sexy grin.
"Next time I'll take care of you myself," he said, squeezing his cock in his pants.
"Whatever...." Jill said over her shoulder, stepping out into the rainy day, wondering when she'd feel the need to return to the theater and once again become... the slut....
