A Cum Sluts Tale - Part 6...Sex Cinema Encounter I had been to the sex cinema in the City Centre several times. I had picked up the rules quite quickly. They were not difficult. Most of the action took place on the back row. Often there were no vacant seats, so it was a matter of waiting till someone left and moving quickly. This particular evening was much the same. I paid my entrance fee, pushed open the door and went in. No idea what was playing on the screen, I wanted, no, I needed cock. The back row was full, but there was an empty seat on the row just in front of it. Second seat in, which was quite good. Although I was always careful one of the nice things about this sort of place was that you could be fairly sure everyone there wanted sex in some form or another. I gazed at the man to my left. Just watching the film. The man on my right had his coat over his crotch, and was obviously wanking. That was a good sign at least. I looked over my shoulder at the men on the back row. Nobody was playing but on the very end seat there was a small asian guy, swigging beer from a can, with his trousers and pants down below his knees, playing with a very big and hard cock. I was more than a little surprised at him being so blatant. It was not having any effect on the guy next to him though, who was making it obvious he was not interested. Oh well, I thought, just wait and see. I moved a hand as near to the guy on my rights leg as possible without actually touching him, and made small but obvious wanking movements. Nothing happened for a couple of long, agonising minutes, then he took the bait, removed his coat, took my hand and placed it on his hard prick. I caressed it gently, then slowly rubbed my fingers up and down. I was always nervous about the next move. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but knew I had to be careful. I had devised a strategy for this. It was not easy to get into the right position in any case, and I never made a move until I was sure my mouth was wanted. I eased myself down in the seat as I wanked his cock, moving my head closer to his dick, but sort of waiting for some sort of indication that he wanted me to suck him. I need not have worried. He moved his closest hand to the back of me neck and pulled my head down. Strange I thought how I always thought then as now, how I worshipped a cock I had never touched before, and treated it as if it belonged to a man I was totally and hopelessly in love with, lol. I adjusted my position so I could use my wicked mouth, lips and tongue to the best of their ability. I ran my tongue the whole length of his cock, then slowly, sensuously closed my lips around it. I was rewarded by his hand pushing my head down, and his hips thrusting his cock as deep as it could go. I knew by now other people around us were watching and waiting, and I was determined to put on a good show. I gave him one of my expert blowjobs. Tongue flicking around his knob as I sucked. Using my hand in sync with my mouth, twisting, turning, sucking. Then disaster. The door opened, and the room was flooded with light as a new punter came in. Much scrambling to cover cocks, including my temporary lover. I sat up, but not too quickly as to arouse suspicion. The room became dark again. I looked around. Several men were eying me, and the slightly drunk asian behind me was definitely interested. My friend on my right got his cock back out and waved it at me. I moved quickly and resumed the blowjob. It did not take long. After less than 5 minutes I felt him tense, heard him moan, and he shot wads of cream over my tongue. I knew the power of advertising, so I did not swallow there and then. I sat up and made sure some semen dribbled from the corners of my mouth. Even in the dark the white cum was really obvious on my skin, and I let anyone know who wanted a piece of me that I would not chicken out. I could tell that there was quite a glob of spunk on my face, which I intended to leave there, but I slowly swallowed the rest. I expected the guy I had sucked off to get up and leave. I knew from experience the chances were someone would quickly take his place. He just covered up and sat there. Shit, the guy on my left showed no interest. I knew there would be other guys there that had witnessed my blowjob and would want some, but there were no vacant seats beside me. I looked over at the back row, hoping someone would have left a seat by then, but no luck. Even my drunken asian guy seemed to have lost interest. He had zipped up, and was preparing to leave. Damn, I was really sexed up by now, and my mouthful of spunk only made me want more. I watched the asian guy totter up the aisle and leave the room, then I suddenly wondered if he was going to the toilet. On an impulse I got up and followed. I could feel hungry eyes on my back lol. I entered the hall of the cinema, and quickly went into the men's loo. It was quite small, just 3 urinals and a stall. My heart sank .. it was empty. Then the stall door opened and my little asian was standing there waving his big cock at me. I stood looking at it. a bit stunned. He did not waste a second. He was on me straight away. He unbuttoned my shirt with deft fingers, pulled it apart and started to suck at my left nipple. He took my right hand and put it on his cock, then placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. Within a few seconds of entering the toilet my mouth was full of his cock, his fingers were tweaking my nipples, and I was in heaven. He held my head and pushed his cock towards the back of my throat. I choked but he kept pushing until I could feel his balls on my chin. Then he throat fucked me hard. I loved every moment. All I wanted was to feel his cum spurting into me, when he surprised me again. I have never known before or since such a slick operator. In what seemed to be one swift motion he raised me up, stripped off my trousers and pants, bent me over against the urinals and I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my arsehole. I had not expected to be fucked that night, but had lubed up just in case. Thank badness I had. A stab of pain, a 'pop' and he had half his cock up me. Despite the swiftness of it all he was surprisingly gentle. He did not bang away immediately, just impaled me and waited till I got used to him openeing me up. His hands crept around and tickled my nipples, and he started to kiss my neck. It never even occurred to me that I was all but naked in this public toilet, bent over, with a cock up my arse, and the possible consequences if someone came in. I was just his fuck toy, that was all that mattered. I wanted him to fuck me forever. I was ready now. I eased my bottom towards him and gave it a little wiggle. He knew of course, placed his hands on my hips, and pushed. The massive cock slid all the way up me, till his balls were almost touching mine. Then is started. Long powerful thrusts. Short jabs. My hips thrusting and rotating, and goodness only knows how loud my sighs were. After just a few minutes he pulled out of me. I felt so let down and empty. He bundled me into the cubicle, and pushed me down so I was sitting on the toilet seat. He just managed to shut the cubicle door, and moved his cock to my lips. I was usually squeamish about arse-to-mouth, but not that evening. I took his cock into my mouth, ran my tongue all over it, and relished the tastes. Again he fucked my mouth and throat. My mind was reeling. I was totally out of it on sex. I lost track of time and space ... I was just there to be used by his cock. That was all that mattered. I knew my poor arse had taken a battering. It was hurting me a little still, but I did not care, I loved it. Then he pushed me backwards, sank to his knees and raised my legs over his shoulders. "Yes, yes, fuck me" I begged. The tip of his cock touched my arsehole, rested there fo a second, then with one gigantic thrust it was all the way in. I looked up into his eyes. They were full of lust, real lust. He leant forward and kissed me. My mouth opened and his tongue caressed mine, then he started fucking me in earnest. We both knew this was the time. I vaguely remember raising my fingers to my nipples and squeezing them as he shagged me without mercy. Bang, bang, bang. His crotch colliding with mine, my head beating against the cistern, his cock pounding me.I dont know how long it lasted ... but as I gazed at his face I saw his orgasm hit him. He let out a howl of pleasure, I moaned with delight, as I felt his hot cum shoot inside my with a violence I had rarely known. Then he was gone. He left so quickly it was almost like vanishing. I lay back against the cistern, spunk dribbling madly from my ravaged arse, my head lolling from side to side in an exctasy of satisfied passion. I never saw him again. Even now I fantasise about him and wonder if he remembers me. I know it is mad. I have been had so many times, by many fantastic guys. I have been raped, tortured, abused, even worshipped sometimes, but my little, half drunk asian stranger is the 'one'. If he had just taken my hand there and then, and led me out into the night air I would have followed him anywhere. My life might have been completely different. I fantasise that he would have been my pimp, and I would have led a life of amazing prostitution. Silly man, I would have made him a fortune, just for the honour of being his sex-slave. 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