“That a girl,” Thomas rasps behind me, his hands on my waist to steady me. “You have no idea how good you look, sliding that butt down on my rock hard cock. Now slide more,” he croons. “Do it, sweetheart, until I’m balls deep in your anus.”
Oh my god, this man is so depraved. But I love it, and obey. I begin to press my weight down, moaning throatily as inch after inch of that massive shaft enters my anal hole. The stretch feels so wrong, but it feels so good too! I toss my head back and cry out again, hardly able to believe this is me.
“That’s it,” Thomas croons behind me. “Your ass looks so beautiful like this, absorbing Daddy’s dick inch by inch. You know you’re an anal whore, sweetheart. This is the third time we’ve done it, and you’ve always taken Daddy so good.”
Oh my god, oh my god. I can’t believe he talks to me like this, and yet it turns me on so much.
“Yes,” I pant breathily before pushing down all the way so that my buttocks are flush against his lap. “I’m your anal whore, Daddy.”
With that, my vision goes dark. It’s too much. It’s all of it at once—the risk, the pain, the weird beauty of being used like this, right where anyone could see.
“Oooh!” I cry out, lifting myself and then dropping my butt once more, hard, onto his cock. “Yes!”
“Fuuuuck,” Thomas groans behind me. “What a buttslut.”
Then, the older man takes over. He’s hard, horny, and I can feel the veins of his dick as he holds me in place and begins to fuck up into my asshole. He sets a rhythm, not rough but relentless. Every thrust into my asshole feels so good and I cry out repeatedly. He groans into my hair, and I hear him say, “God, you’re perfect. You’re made for this.”
The movie’s at a fever pitch now—more explosions, more shouting. The sound masks the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin, as well as our labored breathing and low wails. I wonder if anyone notices, but the thought just makes me hotter.
Then, Thomas’s hand snakes around to my pussy, fingers flicking my clit in time with the pounding of my ass. The pleasure builds fast, overwhelming, and suddenly, I can’t hold it anymore. The combination of public sex coupled with his huge shaft pounding my asshole forces me over the edge, and I let out a loud scream as orgasm hits. It’s violent, pleasurable and utterly primal—my whole body convulses, my vision goes white, and I almost black out.
“Ooooh!” I wail as my ass pulses around the massive shaft inside. “Mmmm!”
He follows a second later, cock erupting inside me, and I feel the hot rush as he fills me up with virile seed. The sensation is so filthy, so intense, that I come again, my ass clenching, a smaller aftershock that leaves me limp and shaking.
“Fuck!” he roars as bombs go off on screen. “Shit shit shit!”
We spasm together, his cock ejaculating gallons of virility into my back end. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples tight as my pussy gushes wetly, loving the hot fuck in my back end. But after a few minutes, we descend to earth, panting and sated. We sitlike that, glued together, for what feels like an hour. But it’s only seconds.
Slowly, I pull my ass up off his cock. He watches with avid eyes as the massive shaft reappears from my asshole, gleaming and wet.
“You were amazing, baby,” he rasps, before bending his head to press a kiss to my anal hole. “The way you are every single time.”
Oh my god, is this really happening? But Thomas is smiling now as he tucks himself away. Then, the older man catches my chin in one big hand and pulls me into a deep kiss. Is this the first time we’ve kissed for real? His lips are passionate and firm, and soon, I’m swooning again.
When we break, he strokes my petal-soft cheek.
“I’m Thomas, by the way.”
Our eyes meet in the darkness. The air between us vibrates.
“Andie,” I whisper, voice raw and ruined.
He grins, and it’s the first real smile I’ve ever seen on him. He kisses my cheek, then—casually, like it’s nothing—yanks my panties off my legs and slips them into his pocket.
“For the collection,” he smirks, and I feel a dizzy lurch of pride and embarrassment all at once.
I get up off his lap, and he stands, straightens his clothes a little, and then winks one last time before strolling down the aisle and re-taking his original seat. I sit there for a moment, breathing hard as my heart races. Oh my god, did that just happen? But it did. I can feel his come leaking from me, the cold air pricklingmy thighs. I pull on my jeans, smooth my shirt, and hunker down in the back row.
Nobody even notices what happened. The movie is still going, fists flying as superheroes engage in epic battle.
But inside, I’m a new woman.
I sit through the rest of the film, not even pretending to watch. All I can think about is Thomas—his hands, his mouth, the way he made me feel like something dangerous and alive. My asshole clenches, and a thrill runs down my spine. I’m forever changed … but I haven’t won the bet yet.
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