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TV Slut At Night II: At The MoviesTV Slut By Night II:At The MoviesBy Suzie QuezieIt had been a slow week walking the streets.My name is Randy, or Randall, if you want to be formal, and I’m a successful software engineer by day.But at night, I go by Randi, and I search for cock, dressed sluttier than Beyonce ever dreamed of. Sometimes I don’t even wear undies, letting my own cock swing free under skirts that aren’t much bigger than belts.Think that’s perverted? So do I, and it’s about the only thing I’m grateful to my sister for. She dressed me in her own clothes one day when I was f******n and took my cherry. After fucking me, she said “Fuck you,” and I’ve been on my own sexually ever since.And now I walk the streets at night. I have my own corner, catecorner and down one block from where the regular hookers work.I’m not a hooker, per se, since I don’t charge; I don’t need the money. But I act like a hooker in every other way, to the extent that the girls down the street constitute my best friends.Like I said, it had been a slow week, and I spent last night not on my corner, but with my friends the hookers in a coffee shop nearby. It was a Thursday, the evening before pay day, and we gave up early. The girls spent our “coffee break” trying to see who could give the fastest blow job, and since I had the only cock, they practiced on me, which they could do since our table was in back and pretty much hidden from the view of other diners and staff. My friend Tawonda won; she had me cumming within thirty seconds.Now it was Friday, the eagle had flown, but I was so bored with the streets that I thought I might try something different. That something different turned out to be a trip to one of the city’s adult theaters, the Red Lips Playhouse.The Red Lips isn’t any better or worse than any other adult theater: It’s seedy, has a carpet you wouldn’t dare walk barefoot on, and it plays the worst in XXX videos. Not the worst in terms of nastiness; just really low-quality stuff, pumped out by the dozens a month in third world countries, featuring homely girls and guys so moronic I wouldn’t hire them to mow my lawn.But nobody ever goes just to watch the movies, and I certainly didn’t.The clerk gave me a long, lecherous look as I walked into the video rental/lingerie/sex toy section of the theater. As well he should have, because I was dressed to kill: I wore a red minidress that barely covered my crotch and matched it with garter belt, thigh-high stockings and heels in the same color. I had a red choker around my neck and I carried a little red purse (which contained my car keys, money, a small dildo and lube).”Good luck, girlie,” the clerk said to me as he took my money and handed me the receipt. “‘Course, dressed like that, you won’t need it.”I stuffed the receipt into the little purse and turned on my heel to go into the theater.”I’m not really a girl, you know,” I said as I snapped the purse shut.The clerk’s eyes fairly popped out of his head.”Day-yumm!” he said. “No, I didn’t know that.”The restrooms are between the clerk’s counter and the entrance to the theater. I pushed open the door to the women’s room — why not? — and went inside. I opened one of the stalls, walked in and closed the door behind me, then reached down under my dress and pulled my thong off. I hung my purse on the little hook on the backside of the door, opened it, and took out the dildo and lube, spreading a fair amount of the lube on the sex toy. Then I bent over and stuck the dildo up my ass, thrusting it in and out several times. My object was not to get off; I wanted my asshole well-oiled so that I didn’t have to interrupt what I was planning to do later inside the theater.Before leaving, I checked myself out in the mirror. I reapplied lipstick and mascara and brushed my hair a few strokes.Now I was ready.I already noted that my dress barely covered my crotch. There is a couch with a TV across from it in the lounge area between the restrooms and the theater entrance, and there are usually a few guys sitting on the couch watching a game. There were three of them sitting there when I left the women’s room, and as I passed them I lifted the hem of the dress slightly so that my balls and the tip of my cock were visible to them. I didn’t wait around to see bahis siteleri what their reactions were, but headed straight into the theater.Like with any theater, it takes a while before your eyes adjust to the low light, so I just stood by the entrance for a few minutes, trying to see what kind of crowd had showed up. As my eyes adjusted, I could see the place was about a third full, mostly single guys, but with one girl seated in about the middle on the right side of the aisle. I say seated, but really, she lay way back in her seat, her bare legs stretched out on the seats in front of her, a guy between her legs fucking her for all he was worth. Her face was pointed away from me, as she sucked the cock of a guy standing next to her, so I really couldn’t tell what she looked like, except to notice that she had a really fine pair of tits, which jiggled back and forth with the motion of the fucking, and that she had long, blonde hair, like mine. I don’t wear wigs.The drill at the Red Lips is that the guys who wanted blow jobs — the ones who were too shy to sit next to a girl, like blondie over there — stood up along the back wall and waited for someone to approach them. I chose the wall on the left side of the theater, away from the blonde and her coterie. There was only one guy standing in front of that wall, a k** of about nineteen with curly, red hair, dressed in jeans and a western shirt.I stood against the wall about a foot away from him and faced forward, pretending to watch the movie. After a few seconds, the guy put out a hand and tentatively touched my thigh.I half-turned to face him and let his hands roam all over me. It wasn’t long before he discovered what sex I really am, and in the dim light from the large video screen I saw his face break out in a huge smile.That was my cue. I leaned in to kiss him, and his lips parted, letting me thrust my tongue inside his mouth. I frenched him for a while, he kissing me back enthusiastically, then broke the kiss and ran my lips up and down his neck, giving it little nips in spots. Finally, I stuck my tongue inside his ear.The boy, who I figured was just arrived in the big city from some small hick town, visibly shuddered.”I never been so turned on in my whole life,” he said in a country accent.I reached down to his crotch and cupped the hard-on that was forming, then unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock through the opening.My own cock had gotten stiff by now, and I held both of our penises in the palm of one hand, moving the hand in a jerking motion. The boy was so turned on he began kissing me again, and thrust his tongue like a small cock into my mouth.When I figured he wasn’t going to get any harder, I leaned over and took his cock between my lips. As I did so, the dress rode up to the small of my back, exposing my junk, which swung loosely between my legs as I bobbed my head up and down, up and down.This makes me feel very vulnerable, my cock unclothed and swinging in the air, just begging to be seen by some cop who needs to make a bust. That feeling of vulnerability is delicious to me. That’s the real reason I often walk the streets without panties.I’m not sure how many blow jobs country boy had experienced before meeting me, because he didn’t last long; after about a minute of steady sucking, I heard him gasp and his seed flooded into my mouth. I swallowed it all, then straighteened up to kiss him again. But now he refused the kiss; I guess he didn’t want to taste his own cum. Heaven knows why — I love the taste of cum, mine or anyone else’s.Country boy thanked me and left hastily, leaving the back wall unpopulated, except for me. I could have gone over to the right wall, where I knew there were more guys, but I had just given a blow job and wasn’t in the mood to give another. After all, I had come here to get fucked. So I took a seat on the left side of the aisle; I was willing to concede the blonde slut the seats on the right.I only pretended to watch the video for a minute or so before a man sidled up and sat in the seat next to mine. Since there were so many empty seats around us, his meaning was clear. As his butt hit the seat, one of his hands brushed my thigh, and I spread my legs as far apart as they could get. His hand instantly shot up to my crotch canlı bahis and he found out the same thing about me that country boy had. I looked at his face, and it was impassive for a moment, then he put a “what-the-hell” expression on it and got a firmer grip on my cock. I took that as a good sign and groped his crotch.While the guy continued to jack me, I fumbled with his zipper, finally getting it down and freeing his cock, which felt a little wet. (They come all ways, wet or dry, smelly or sweet, big or short; I take them all.)I wrapped my palm around his dick and did to him what he was doing to me. When his cock was hard, I leaned over and whispered into his ear.”Oh, baby,” I mouthed, “are you gonna fuck me now?””Sure thing,” he answered, not very originally, but I didn’t care about originality; all I wanted was a cock up my butt.I unbuttoned the guy’s pants and pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles. Then I stood, turned around to face him, and lifted one of my legs over his lap and put my foot on the floor, so that I was straddling him. As I began to lower myself, he stopped me.”Ain’t’cha gonna use no lube?” he asked.”Already took care of it,” I said as I lowered myself the rest of the way, fitting the head of his cock into my tight asshole. I squatted down, feeling every inch of his cock as it moved into my anal canal, until it was as far in as it could go.This is what I’ve been waiting for — lusting for — all week, I thought as I felt his bone press into my asspussy. Since he was on the bottom, I had to do most of the work, and I proceeded to do just that. I pulled back up until the head of his cock was at the rim, and this time plunged back down with real force, driving him even further up my butt.Ah, this is what I live for, I remember thinking as I pistoned myself over his crotch. My boy-nipples got hard as they rubbed against the satin of my dress. I reached up to pinch them between my fingers and thumbs.I leaned forward and pressed my lips into my anonymous lover’s. Unlike my hooker girlfriends, I love kissing. The man responded, sticking his tongue into my mouth, and our tongues twisted around each other sensuously.The kiss seemed to spur my new lover on, and for the first time he began thrusting his hips up from the seat, driving his cock further into me.My own cock was very hard now, but I didn’t want to cum just yet — there were other guys in the theater, and I hoped to get a few more of them up my asspussy before the night was over. I knew if I held off, my own climax would be tremendous when I did allow myself to cum.So I thought about other things for awhile, but thinking didn’t keep me from feeling, and the more the man under worked, the closer I came to cumming.I was just about on the verge of orgasm when the man made a grunting sound in his throat and I felt the warm surge of his cum inside me. I let him get in a few more strokes until his cock shrank, then stood up and retook my seat, his cum leaking out of my asshole. I leaned over his crotch and took his deflated cock into my mouth so that I could clean him up.”Well, that’s a first for me,” he said when I was done. “Never did twins before.”I had no idea what he was talking about.”What do you mean?” I asked.”I fucked your twin sister over there about a half hour before you came in,” he said.This was really perplexing, since I don’t have a twin, sister or otherwise.I looked over to the seating section on our right. The blonde was still there, her feet still propped on the seats in front of her, a man down on his knees in front of her eating out her cunt.I got up and crossed the aisle to get a better look at her, and almost lost it when I did. The blonde was my older sister, whom I hadn’t seen since she graduated high school and moved out of our mother’s house.”Well, Susan,” I said, standing only a few feet away from her, “I always knew you were a slut, I just never figured you for a theater slut.”Her head had been back as before and her eyes shut, no doubt savoring the cunt-lapping she was getting, but now she looked in my direction, and was just about to say something when her orgasm hit. She pressed her thighs together and trapped the guy who had been licking her clit, leaned backed even further in her seat and emitted a loud groan.Once güvenilir bahis she got herself together and her cunt-lapper had gotten up and slithered off, she turned her head to look at me, not saying anything for several moments.”I see I did what I set out to do,” she said, finally. “You’re a fine-looking sissy, aren’t you?””And I can’t thank you enough,” I said.It’s not just that Susan had set me on the path of crossdressing (which led to having sex with other boys); but when your first sex is your sister, you tend to lose all moral constraints. With me, it meant a willingness to fuck anything: boy, girl, dog (more than once I’ve had a canine’s cock up my ass).One of the seats next to Susan’s was open, so I sat in it. Even though I have no love for my sister, it’s only natural that I should catch up after so many years.So we talked, but during the whole time, I noticed that Susan kept eyeing my raging hard-on, which refused to go away after the great fucking I’d just had. And of course, Susan the Slut continued to finger her clit while we chatted.Suddenly, it occured to both of us what had to happen. Without either of us saying one word, I stood up and my sister lowered the leg nearest me so I could move in front of her. My cock poked out provacatively from under the hem of my dress, and Susan leaned forward to take it into her mouth.My sister gives a good blow job — not in Tawonda’s league, but good. She fluttered the tip of her tongue up under the head of my cock, then opened her lips wide to take the whole thing into her mouth.I let Susan suck me for a bit, then I pulled my cock out and crouched with it aimed straight at her wet hole. I inserted myself and drove into her straight to the ball sac.Susan uttered a sharp gasp, then drove her hips back at me with all the force she could muster. Her pussy felt like heaven, even to this sissy-boy who fucks a woman maybe once a year.While I fucked her, I recalled our first coupling, when I was in my first semester of high school. Susan the bully had caught me masturbating and had ordered me to dress up in her sexiest clothing or she’d tell Mother.When I’d finished dressing, tears streaming from my eyes, she’d pushed me back on her bed and began fondling me through the satiny panties I wore. That was the best feeling I’d had up until then, even better than jacking off to completion, and made me want to wear panties every day. (And, in fact, I have.) After diddling me like that for awhile, she pulled the panties aside, freeing my cock so she could suck it. That eventually led to full sex, and I was a virgin no longer.The memories only made me harder and more anxious to cum inside my sister. Susan squirmed beneath me as I pounded into her, head back and eyes shut tight again, hands at her breasts twisting her own nipples, mouth deformed in an expression of agonizing pleasure.Oh! Fuck me, brother! Fuck me!” she growled, which only spurred me to pound into her faster and harder.We both came at the same time. As I shot my goo inside her, Susan clamped my hips with her legs and shouted out her ecstacy: “OH … MY … FUCKING … GOD! Oh, brother, I’m cumming. I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnngggg!”Once Susan settled down, a small, wicked smile on her face, I got to my knees in front of her and began licking the cum leaking from her pussy. I always like to clean things up, and I got to lap up my own sperm in the bargain.”You really are a little pervert, aren’t you?” my sister said, looking at me with an evil grin.”Thanks to you, sister,” I answered. “Thanks to you.”I really meant it.THE ENDIf you liked this story, be sure to check out my other stories available on Amazon Kindle in nine different countries.CHOICE ENCOUNTERS — Sexy Stories by Suzie Quezie is available in the U.S. Kindle Store at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B7D8WPO; the U.K. store at https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00B7D8WPO; the Canadia store at https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00B7D8WPO; and in the Kindle stores for Spain, Italy, Germany, France, Brazil and Japan.I write for many tastes, so check out the PUNK CHICK SERIES, the rest of the CD/TV SERIES and THE BIMBO SERIES. Just type “Suzie Quezie” in the Amazon browser.I also publish a public domain copy of one of the all-time poker classics, THE EDUCATION OF A POKER PLAYER, by Herbert O. Yardley. 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