Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 170

"Sir, mam!" 24, the Turkish cop, saluted. "23 and I shall be your security for the evening."

As Mary walked around the car, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was in her sleeveless, purple blouse trimmed in white, and jean skirt. The skirt was short, mid-thigh, and hugged her sexy ass. The blouse had a scooped out bodice that showed off her freckled breasts.

23 and 24 followed in their patrol cruiser as I drove to the Longston Place Regal theater. At the entrance to the our street, an Eatonville Patrol Car was parked manned by 18. We raced to the theatre, barely making it in time for the five-thirty showing of Man of Steel. The movie just opened, and I had been looking forward to seeing it. Mary was sweet enough to let me choose the movie for our date, with the caveat she would choose the movie next week. 23 and 24 waited outside.

A few simple commands allowed us to skip the concession lines and armed with popcorn and sodas, diet coke for Mary and a cherry coke for myself, we headed into the theater. The theater was full and the trailers were already starting to show. Mary spotted two empty seats in the last row all the way against the wall. It was a small section of seats, only four seats between the right aisle and the theater wall.

We slid past a pimply teen boy, sitting on the aisle, with thick, black-framed glasses holding hands with a freckled-faced girl, sixteen or seventeen. The teen was pretty, with fine cheekbones, and lustrous, black hair plaited in a braid down her back and wearing a red sundress with white flowers. The dress fell to just above her knees, exposing a pair of skinny legs. Mary sat between the wall, and I sat between her and the teen girl.

About an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished, and Mary started rubbing the legs of my pants. I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled up next to me, kissing at my neck. Mary was feeling a little randy, and soon her hand was stroking my crotch. My cock was starting to harden in my pants and I placed my hand on Mary's bare knee, sliding my hand up, under her jean skirt, up higher until I found her naked pussy, growing damp with moisture as my hand cupped her cunt.

I felt more than heard the metallic rasp as Mary drew down my Jeans zipper and her hand slipped in and pulled out my cock, stroking it to full hardness as I fingered her. The teen girl sitting next to me glanced over at the movement and her eyes widened in shock when she saw Mary jerking my cock off.

The girl flushed and looked back at the screen. She kept glancing over at my cock, squirming in her seat as she tried to ignore it. Her hand gripped the chair-arm and I could see her tongue lick nervously across her lips. Mary released my cock, reached over me and grabbed the teen girl's hand and pulled her to my cock.

Mary's power was affecting the girl and she licked her lips and slowly started stroking my cock up and down on my cock. Mary placed her hand over the girls and together the they jacked me off. I gritted me teeth, fighting off a groan. The teen's boyfriend remained oblivious, focused on the movie, as his girlfriend was jerking my cock off. I fingered Mary's cunt faster, rubbing her clit with the palm of my as I slipped two fingers in and out of her slippery hole.

Mary was kissing at my neck, panting in pleasure as I fingered her. Mary and the teen's hand maintained a steady stroke, with a firm grip on my cock. Mary's cunt tightened on my fingers and she gasped in pleasure, almost nibbling my neck as she came. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and licked her tasty juices of my finger.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered in her ear.

Mary smiled and bent over, sucking the head of my cock into her mouth. The teen girl, trying to stare straight ahead so her boyfriend didn't notice what she was doing with my cock, kept right on stroking my dick. My cum flooded my fiancee's mouth and she skillfully swallowed it down then sat back up, licking her lips.

I put my cock away and the teen girl sat silently, her face flushed and her eyes fixed rootedly at the screen. After a few minutes, Mary stood up. As she passed the teen, she whispered, "Bathroom, one minute." The teen girl flushed and nodded, shivering in pleasure as Mary's ass brushed by her face.

"I'm using the restroom," the girl whispered to her boyfriend.

"Oh, sure Nina," he absently said.

Nina's boyfriend was transfixed by the movie, and didn't realize his girlfriend was gone for almost fifteen minutes. She returned first, a few strands of hair escaping her tight braid, and a faint, tangy smell of pussy filled my nose. Mary returned a minute later and sat down then handed me a pair of blue panties, trimmed in lace.

I brought Nina's panties to my nose and inhaled her tangy flavor. Then Mary kissed me on the lips and I could taste that same flavor on her mouth. My cock was hard in my pants and I had to experience Nina's charms as well. I pulled out my cock, then leaned over to Nina's ear, whispering. "You're going to climb up on my lap and sit on my cock."

Flushing, Nina stood up and did exactly that. My power gave her no choice in the matter. Pulling her skirt up and lowered herself to my lap. Her cunt sank slowly down on my cock and I moaned at the pleasure of her embrace. She was still facing forward, and anyone looking back wouldn't realize that she was sitting on my lap unless they looked hard.

"What the hell," her boyfriend hissed, finally noticing something was going on with his girlfriend.

"Just be quiet and watch the movie," I ordered and he fell silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

I had Nina just sit on me, enjoying her velvety cunt twitch on my cock as she shifted her weight every few minutes. It was sweet torture and I found it hard to pay attention to the movie. But that was alright, the movie was proving to be a big disappointment, anyways.

After fifteen minutes of my cock buried up her twat, I came, gritting my teeth as a flooded her cunt. Nina gasped in startlement as she felt my cock flooded her teenage cunt. I stayed hard in her and she started wiggling more and more, her breath quickening.

Then she started rocking on my cock. She was getting hornier and hornier, becoming so desperate to cum that she no longer cared she was in a theater full of people. Her cunt felt wetter, squeezing harder on my cock. Soft moans escaped her lips and she grabbed the empty chair before her and started using it for leverage as she rose up and down on my cock.

Nina started going faster and faster as her orgasm neared. Her body shuddered and her cunt spasmed on my cock as her cum rocked through her body and a soft gasped escaped her lips. A few people turned to look back at her and she stopped sat back down on my lap, impaling my cock all the way in her triggering my own orgasm and I flooded her cunt a second time.

"Did you enjoy the movie, hun," Mary asked with a giggle, holding onto my arm, as we walked out of the theater into the parking lot.

"Well, I enjoyed Nina," I said and Mary gave me a throaty laugh.

"Where shall we go for dinner?" Mary asked as we got in my Mustang

"BJs?" I asked.

Mary rubbed my cock through my pants. "I need more than cum to eat, hun."

"I meant the restaurant," I said.

"So you don't want me to suck your cock?" Mary asked with a mischievous grin.

"I always want you to suck my cock," I told her and smiled as she unzipped my pants. I groaned as her mouth sucked my dick into her warm mouth.

My phone rang through the speakers of my car. The car radio was bluetooth enabled and on the display, the caller ID said my mom was on the phone. "She always calls when you're sucking me off," I muttered and hit the call button. "Hey, mom."

There was silence and then a choking sob echoed through the car speakers.

Frowning, "Mom, what's wrong." Mary released my cock and sat up. "Mom?"

"Mark," a strangled, dead voice said. It was barely recognizable as my mom's voice. "......"

"What is it, mom?" asked, panic starting to squeeze my heart.

"You're father...he's d..." She took a deep breath. "He's dead, Mark."

I blinked. "What, mom?"

Stunned incomprehension rolled through my mind. He's dead. The bastard's dead. Why did I feel so strange. So empty. I hated the man most of my life. Once he hurt his back and went on disability, he changed. He started drinking, and then he started hitting. He treated me like garbage, always beating me for bullshit reasons.

He used to beat my mom, always for the same stupid bullshit. Dinner wasn't done, the house wasn't clean, there was no bear in the fridge. It was the worst when he was drunk, and he was always drunk. So why didn't I feel happy, elated. Hell, why didn't I even feel sad. I felt nothing, just emptiness. My father was dead and I didn't seem to care.

"How did he die?" I heard myself ask. Mary squeezed my hand, sympathy painting her face.

"I shot him."

To be continued...