Maestro and I went to the movies to celebrate my first paycheque. Maestro, in style as always, was dressed in a look only he could pull off. He wore a black designer wool coat, sparkly green sequined St. Patrick’s Day hat, custom-designed punk rocker shoes, and topped off with a fuschia scarf and matching a true iconoclast, Maestro makes my pussy dripping wet just watching him enter a room – commanding all attention and yet so casual; his presence is palpable. I am in a little black dress and carrying a 4 foot long blue stuffed sharkie we had just bought from IKEA.
We sauntered up to the counter, Maestro nonchalantly walking the dog with his yoyo, and purchased our VIP tickets (I’d never had decent pub food and drinks delivered to my seat before, what a treat!). We settled in to our seats with our 3D glasses, stuffed sharkie, pitcher of beer, pub food and dessert – we ate and enjoyed the film.
At the end of the meal, partway through sharing a decade ice-cream butterscotch and chocolate brownie dessert the fun started!
Maestro looked at me with his usual wicked, up-to-no-good grin. This would be another adventure. He leaned over and bit my left ear. Not a lovey kinda nibble, this was a bite. His breath filled my ear, making me squirm in anticipation. He pulled up my dress roughly and positioned sharkie on my lap to cover my naked pussy.
“I want to fuck you desperately. But not nicely,” he grew in my ear. “Spread your legs.”
“Yes Maestro,” I whispered in his ear.
“Spread them wider!”
“Yes Maestro.”
My right leg jerked aside and almost knocked the brownie off the tray. I tried to peek behind me to see if the people behind us could see anything, but his fingers on his right hand squeezed my clip hard and fast, teasing the outside of my pussy lips while pulling harder and harder.
“Uuuuhhhhmmmmm,” a moan escaped my lips, I’m leaning towards and drooling slightly on the shoulder of his beautifully tailored woolcoat. “Please, Maestro … people can … hear…mmmmmmmmmm.”
“So what?”
My words trailed off; I realized nothing was going to stop him. He was going to make me cum sitting not 3 feet away from a bunch of strangers. Again. And again.
Flashes, bangs, CGI wonders played across the screen as a background to his independent, rough kneeing of my clip. He pulled my hair with his free hand. I shifted, rocking my hips side to side, as he pushed his fingers harder towards my pussy. He raised his arm higher to get just the right angle to finger fuck me, knocking sharkie over and exposing my pussy for a moment. “Oh Jesus, fuck me,” I muttered in between his thrusts, gripping his arm.
“Moooooorrrreeee!” I lose control as he thrusts 3 fingers inside of me – rotating, massaging, and stretching; pushing gently against my cervix. I came hard and fast as he stared calmly at the screen,as though he does this every night. I rested my head on his shoulder and tried to close my legs, maybe to reposition sharkie for modesty; it was to no use. Maestro continued to massage my wet and aching pussy. His long, dexterous fingers always find my g-spot so easily, catapulting me from zero to throbbing intense orgasms in minutes.
And so, after being deluged with trembling, and shuddering with constant rolling orgasms for what seemed like hours i saw thqat the film was finally coming to an end.
Maestro whispered, “They have unisex washrooms here, come with me, now.”
“Yes, Maestro.”
Ss we left the film before the final credits rolled and found a spacious clean stall in the VIP section. Maestro pushed me inside, shoved me roughly against the door and immediately yanked my dress up to expose my bare pussy once again. I feel his rock hard cock beneath his jeans pressing against me as he kissed me hard on the mouth. My tongue pushed against his as he slowly, teasingly bit my lower lip. Biting harder and harder as he pulled away. I almost came again.
“Bend over! And spread your ass. Give me your pussy from behind,” he commanded. I throw my jacket on the counter next to the sink and did as he ordered, pushing my ass in the air and spreading my cheeks for him.
“Mmmmmmm … your pussy is becoming for more, I can smell it.”
“Yes Maestro.”
His thick cock stretched my wet pussy and filled it totally. I rubbed my clip on my jacket while he pounded me; desperate for another orgasm. Music and voices from the neary pub carried on as people filed out of the theatre and made their way to the washrooms. Maestro slapped my ass, each slap a bit harder than the last. I wondered if they could hear the saps, my moans.
“Ooowwwwahhhhhh,” I panted and squirmed, face pushing up against the vanity mirror. My pussy clamped down on his cock, the thrill of getting caught and the singing redness on my ass making my pussy feel like juicy ripened fruit. “Uuuuhhhhmmmmmm,” escaped my lips, my panting fogging up the mirror as he made me cum again, harder than before, making me spasm and collapse panting on the counter, my faceprint and hot breath still lingering on the cold mirror.
I straightened my clothes as Maestro gathered our belongings and adjusted his ‘lucky’ green hat. He opened the door and walked out to face a line of people, sharkie thrown casually over his shoulder, green sparkly party hat, fuschia scarf, playing with his pink yoyo – just as he had entered the theatre. But this time sporting his trademark wicked grin. And me, also with a huge grin on my face, avoiding the sideways glances and stars from the people needing to pee, feeling sorry for their wait, but also feeling sexy with the cum that was still dripping down my leg.
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