CUMBUSTER

My favorite scene was coming up. It was hard to believe a movie this great was thirty-years-old. I peered through the hole in the wall where the projector shot the film to the screen inside the theater. Goldsmith Theater loved offering the oldies on Saturday nights’ midnight showings. Sometimes the seats were packed, sometimes not so much. Tonight was in between.I tugged the licorice between my teeth when the door clicked closed. Pulling my gaze away from the movie, I turned to see what the manager wanted.

Only it wasn’t the manager.

Samantha leaned against the door and ran her tongue over her lips. That was enough to turn my dick to granite, but we’d played this game all summer and nothing had happened. Despite her appearance, I didn’t think anyway was about to change.Until her fingers found the doorknob and turned the lock.I want you inside me, sounded through the speakers with epic timing.Samantha moved toward me, unhooking a button with each step.  The white blouse hung open revealing her lace white bra and milky skin. I couldn’t move. This was unbelievable. The movie continued in the theater, but I’d lost all recognition of what was going on as Samantha freed her blonde hair from her pontytail. She straddled my lap, her navy skirt rising to her hips. I opened my mouth, but she shushed me with her finger over my lips. Her fingers hovered over my shoulders then traced their way to my wrists, pulling them behind the flimsy metal chair and tying them securely with her ponytail band.

She leaned away, a smile growing across her face. God, she was beautiful. Her hazel eyes twinkled in the dim light. I tried to free my hands because touching her would be equal to touching the Holy Grail. The elastic band stretched, but not enough. Samantha slid off my lap slowly, pressing into my bulging pants.The lights of the flickering movie highlighted her body as she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders. Her hand snaked up her sides and around her back. I thought she was going for the bra, but instead she slid her fingers toward her skirt and unzipped it. With a wiggle of her hips, it fell to the floor. Holy hell, she wasn’t wearing panties. Whether she came to work without them or slipped them off before coming up to the projection room, I didn’t know and I didn’t fucking care. The dramatic music from the screen enhanced the seductive dance, along with parts of my anatomy that were already well enhanced.

I shifted in my uncomfortable chair, wanting nothing more than to speed up the process. Samantha swayed toward me and put her hands on my shoulders. She squeezed slightly before letting go and dropping to her knees. Thank God she locked the door. If Mr. Goldsmith walked in, we’d be out of a job. And he’d probably end up in the hospital. Or run for his camera.Her gaze lingered on mine for a few moments. Long enough that the climax of the movie was getting closer. The jovial music now playing didn’t match my mood. My zipper came down and Samantha freed my erection. If only she’d free my hands. Her skin had to be as soft as silk. While I fantasized about touching her, she tightened her grip and licked me from balls to tip.

They go up, my favorite character from the film said.

Yes, I did go up. It was as if my cock was stretching for new heights just to prove to Samantha I could get as big as she needed.

She took me completely into her mouth, her tongue dancing a solo ballet around my solid mass. My hips thrust deeper into her throat until I almost lost control. Fuck, her mouth was warm and hot. I could only imagine how her body would feel around me.As if reading my mind, she pulled away and stood, putting one leg on the chair. Her smooth pussy was right at my eye level. I couldn’t turn away. With one hand, she rubbed her clit as the other hand worked its fingers into her body. I ached as she pushed herself closer to the edge. Fuck, I wanted to see her go over.

If someone asks if you’re a god, you say YES, one of the characters said just as Samantha moaned.She slipped her wet fingers out and pressed them into my mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring every lick of her as she guided me inside her. Using the chair to press me balls deep.

Grab your stick. Holdin’.Oh, yeah, she had it. Her hips lifted until I was almost out, then she slammed down on me.Heat ‘em up. Smokin’.Holy fucking heaven, we were smoking. If the room got any hotter, we’d burn the film. Make ‘em hard. Ready.

I wasn’t going to be hard much longer. Oh, fuck. She rode me like a bronco. I matched her thrusts, the smacking of our bodies echoing in the tiny space. I couldn’t hold off much longer, as much as I wanted to wait for her. My vision blurred. My breath shorted out. If my heart raced any faster, I’d be the one at the ER. But it would totally be worth it.

Throw it.

Samantha’s moans shattered the rest of my control. I felt her orgasm massage my dick into an explosion of its own. She collapsed against my chest. I kissed her neck because that was all I could reach. She sat back and smiled, her hair clinging to her forehead, then slid off. Not once did she look at me as she dressed. Not even when she untied my hands. I opened my mouth a few times, but there wasn’t anything I could say that wouldn’t ruin the moment.

Samantha sauntered out the door, pulling her hair back into its ponytail.I glanced at the movie. The characters were covered with a white goo.Zipping my pants, I smiled.