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This is basically a follow up to my earlier story Slut Beginnings, it features semi non-consensual sex between adult males and a teenage young boy. , if that's not your cup of tea I'm sorry the rest of you enjoy it.. Comments welcome.
I took to hanging around a number of well known choice up areas, dressing as provocatively as I perhaps could, making it clear I was there for one thing and one thing alone dick. I was not especially stressed about whose cock it was that I took or drew up my butt and this resulted in one or 2 rather risky encounters, not least with two of my daddies work coworkers. One of them had actually walked into a cubicle in the public toilets near to where he and my daddy worked to discover me, on my knees drawing anxiously on a solid 8 of prime tube steak.
The second workmate really lived next door to us and as it turned out he had actually seen me in one of those previously mentioned pick up areas, getting rather friendly with this tall good looking Jamaican man called Leo. I was walking home one night, having actually been out playing football, when I heard him call me over. He held both my slim wrists together in one hand, requiring them higher up my back with each thrust he made, his other hand reached round in front and he pinched and twisted at my difficult nipples. Obviously, I ought to make it clear that I enjoyed this type of treatment, a rough abusive fuck was the very best kind I might get, but I liked to put some sort of token resistance or objection to increase the enjoyment even further. Unfortunately, well known as they were, my favourite haunts did not always offer me with a really satisfying encounter, often I totally struck out. If I could get into the porno theatre, after one such complete blowout and sensation horny and extremely annoyed I chose to head into the city and see. I was only interested in cock, and the theatre just revealed straight motion pictures I could at least watch some well-hung stud going through their speeds and imagine it was me they were banging and not some fortunate bitch with plastic tits.
The porno theatre remained in an area next to among the old industrial websites and the entire location was quite diminished. The actual theatre was a fairly large 3 storey building on the corner and may have looked fairly trendy if not for the layers of dirt and gunk on the outside (and the tacky neon lighting obviously). I got in with remarkably little difficulty (I was still rather young looking), the cashier in the ticket booth hardly taking time to search for from whatever he read. I increased the stairs and into the screen. As soon as in it took me a few seconds to get oriented in the dim, flickering light, but ultimately to the accompaniment of moans, groans and other sex sounds from the screen I made my method to one of the back rows. I might just see a couple of other figures in the theatre and none were anywhere near to me so I hunched down in my seat and started to rub my stiffening prick through the product of the loose tracksuit trousers I was using over a pair of red silk panties (I had actually likewise ended up being simply slightly addicted to the feel of silk near my dick, and in particular the silk of ladies's panties). My dick gradually got harder as I watched stud after stud with stunning difficult cocks screwing their way through a succession of pornography bitchsluts, how I longed to be up there rather of with one of those dicks buried in my arse and another choking me from in front as 2 well-muscled (and I mean well-muscled) hunks took me and used me as their own fucktoy. I was aware that the theatre was getting a little busier and that there were one or 2 bodies nearby, but at that minute I was only interested in the love muscles I saw jerking and pulsing up on the screen.
A scene had just started in which 2 little asian women were on their knees before the greatest, blackest cock I had actually ever seen, it was definitely fucking huge. Not just long but thick and strong too, my own cock began to twitch as I tried to imagine the intense pain/pleasure I would feel if that black god were to force that unbelievable prick into my tight butthole, I moaned aloud I believe as my mind started to run away with me. Slowly I slid my pants down over my hips and arse cheeks, then moved one hand under me to play with my tight hole through the silk of the panties, the other I continued to stroke my cock with. I slowed my speed now to match that of the two worshipful little tarts on the screen, their heads bobbing up and down slowly as they licked his shaft from root to pointer. I was fast approaching the point of no return as the black monster spewed gallons of orgasm onto the upturned faces of the two little sluts on the screen. I decided now would be a good time to retire to the toilet and bring myself to the very first orgasm of the day. My flailing ideal hand landed right in somebody's lap as I stumbled forwards and landed on my knees.
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