A Sinful Movie Matinee

Yesterday was a busy day. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, mowed the lawn and weeded the garden. I even cleaned out the shed and the refrigerator. Today I was going to relax. I got back from my run and plopped down on the big chair on the screen porch. Classic rock was in my ears today and Steven Tyler was singing "Walk This Way".

Now that I had a day off, I was bored to tears. A long, cold shower perked me up. I toweled off and sat on my bed, drying my hair and brushing it out. I laid back on the big pillows and spread my legs wide open for my morning session.

I rubbed my horny pussy with my left hand and reached into my drawer to grab Lucky with my right. I gave myself a good maintenance fucking every morning and every night to take the edge off my horniness. Lucky was my eight-inch obsidian dildo, hard and unyielding volcanic glass with a little curve at the end. That little curve on the end really did the trick, hitting the exact spot every time. Lucky had me in a frenzy at this very moment, brining me to a volcanic orgasm. Mmm... I lay there for a few minutes before getting dressed.

I decided to Uber downtown and see what was going on. Today I felt like exploring, maybe do something different. I threw on a thong and a sundress, tied my Nikes and put my hair up in a ponytail. Uber took me to a little café in the theater district. It was a beautiful day, so I sat outside, enjoying a smoothie and reading the local movie ads.

Dozens of movies were showing during the day including some good ones, "Fifty Shades of Gray" and "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" among them. Maybe I could catch a matinee. I paid the check at the café and the theater district looking at all the theaters and movie houses to see what was playing.

I had seen "Fifty Shades" recently, so I walked to an Indie theater down the block that was screening "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" On the way I noticed a theater next door named Cinema 69 showing XXX movies. The sign on the door said, "21 AND OVER" and the name of the movie was "Spanked: The School Girl" Well, I wasn't there to watch pornos, so I paid my ticket and went in to see "Dragon Tattoo"

I grabbed a popcorn and sweet tea and went in to sit down. There were only about twenty people inside so there were plenty of seats. I grabbed a seat in the back row and the movie began. The last time I saw it I was just a little girl and I didn't remember much, so it was like watching the movie for the first time. I munched on popcorn and drank my sweet tea and started getting into the plot.

Suddenly, "Spanked: The School Girl" popped into my head. I started fantasizing about the title. Why was she getting spanked? What did she do? Was she a student and he was the teacher? Was she a teacher and he was the dean? Was she was a cheerleader and they were the team? The possibilities were intriguing...and arousing.

Ten minutes later I was at Cinema 69 watching "Spanked: The School Girl".

There were more couples than I expected for a XXX theater, a few single guys and one other girl. They were seated randomly around the theater except for the girl sitting right in the middle. I went over and sat down near her.

She smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Sarah."

"Hey, Sarah. I'm Samantha." I said.

"They had problems with the projector, so you didn't miss anything." She was friendly, with a UK accent. We sat and chatted for a few minutes waiting for the show to start. Sarah was smart and funny with a great sense of humor.

She was in Texas visiting for a couple weeks, staying with relatives. She was climbing the walls with boredom at her great aunt's place, so she found this theater to escape for a while and rub one out. I told her I was there out of boredom on my day off... and to rub one out myself. We laughed at our shared predicament. I loved listening to her talk just so I could hear her accent.

Sarah was a fiery redhead, her shoulder-length red hair framing her pretty eyes and smiling face. She had big boobs and a sexy figure and was taller than me. She wore a pleated denim mini and purple halter top, purple knee socks and black platform sandals. Honestly, she was a sexy knockout and I found her accent arousing.

The movie was finally starting.

On screen, Miss Sherman girl was writing, "Brown Sucks" on the bathroom mirror with red lipstick, laughing with glee, when a monitor caught her and took her to the office.

The naughty girl was wearing a red and black plaid tartan skirt with a white blouse, white knee socks and black shoes. The monitor brought her into the Dean's office and reported on her mischievous behavior. She was a petite girl, standing in front of Mr. Brown's desk and looking down at the floor,.

"Thank you Miss Smith." he said, dismissing the monitor.

He stood and walked around the desk to stand beside the girl. He was a big, tall black man, black as night, with a bald head and strong shoulders. He stood looking at the bratty girl with his big hands on his hips.

My eyes were on the movie but my mind was fantasizing...

...Wow, that guy was big! A tall strong black stud. Look how big his hands are! She was petite just like me. I wonder what would happen if I were a school girl and the Dean was a big, black man like Mr. Brown? What if I got sent to the office? What would he do? Would he yell at me or...punish me? He wouldn't dare! Hmm...or would he...

On screen the big man said, "Miss Sherman. Were you naughty again today?"

She said, "Well, Mr. Brown, I was a little bit naughty, but I'll be good from now on. I promise."

She was looking at him with her innocent green eyes and her little pout, trying to work her girly charms on him.

"Miss Sherman, you have been here twice before and told me you would be good. Now you are back for the third time. You are more than naughty; you are a bad girl. Now explain to me why you should not be punished."

...ooo...she's a bad girl...mmm...a bad girl. I shivered. How would hunky Mr. Brown discipline me if I was a bad girl? Mmm... my boobs were swollen, my nipples erect, straining against the thin material of my dress. I was sitting back in my seat, massaging my boobs and teasing the nipples...

Everyone else was watching the movie.

The bad little school girl moved closer to the Dean. She placed her hands flat on his belly and rubbed it. She looked up at the big black man.

She said, "Please don't punish me, sir. I'll make it up to you, I promise." And flashed her pretty eyes at him again.

"Miss Sherman!" he raised his voice and grabbed her small hands in his big ones.

The big man's deep voice admonished the little slut's bold advance.

"You will be punished for this behavior immediately!"

He manhandled the girl, abruptly spinning her around and bending her over his desk. Her legs straight, her feet back, as if she were going to be frisked. Her skirt hung over her bottom, barely covering her cheeks. Her big boobs tested the limits of the buttons on her white blouse. She was flush, taken by surprise at Mr. Brown's manner. What was he going to do?

He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands together and flipped up the back of her little skirt. He pulled her panties down just below her cheeks. He put his big hand on her back and pushed her face down against the hard wood of his desk.

...OMG, I wanted to be her! I wanted to be a bad girl, to feel his big strong hands put me in my place. I wanted him to bend me over his big desk and pull my panties down, to punish me for being soooo bad. I imagined it was me on screen ready to be disciplined by this big, black stud, my thong sopping wet...

The little slut moaned, "Mr. Brown!"

His left hand was on her back, and his right hand was rubbing her ass. Miss Sherman let out a little moan when she felt his hand touch her; the slut was shivering with anticipation.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open as she arched her back and pushed her rear back to meet Mr. Brown's big hand. She moaned and gushed a waterfall.

Suddenly she felt a hard "SLAP!" on her right cheek.

Her eyes flew open and she yelled, "Oww! Mr. Brown that hurts!"

"You've been a bad girl, Miss Sherman. There are consequences to bad behavior." Mr. Brown said. He continued her spanking with his big hand, leaving red hand prints and a hot sting on both cheeks. She was crying and sobbing, trembling from the burning sensation on her red-hot buttocks.

She sobbed, "Oh, Mr. Brown, I promise to be good, sir. I promise!"

Mr. Brown scolded the girl, "Very well, Miss Sherman. I hope you have learned your lesson. If I see you in here again, I assure you it will be most unpleasant. Now correct your dress and get out of my office!"

She was startled by his stern command, pulling up her panties and running out of his office before he could change his mind. She ran straight to the restroom and locked herself in the last stall. She sat down on the stool, the cool seat felt good on her red-hot ass. She frantically fingered her steaming hot pussy, bringing herself off with a loud moan. She never knew getting spanked could be so...stimulating.

...this movie was so erotic...they must have taken the script straight from my brain. The idea of a big, strong man slapping my ass with his huge, manly hand never failed to turn me on. Imagined him squeezing each cheek in his big hands, then bending me over, holding me down on the desk...pulling my panties down to punish me. Ooo...I slid my hands under my thong to my wet snatch. Mmm...Fingering my wet hole and rubbing my clit, I brought myself off in time with on-screen me, squirting a gusher of girl juice all over myself.

The next scene was math class with Mr. Payne. Miss Sherman was sitting right up front. Mr. Payne was her crush and she sat watching him as the other students came in.

He was tall, dark and handsome, just the way she liked them. His hair was dark brown, almost black, with brown eyes and a mustache. He wore black slacks and a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up revealing the black hair on his arms. She could see that he wore a white undershirt and she wondered if he wore briefs or boxers. He was wearing a wedding ring. She was checking him out, daydreaming and twirling her hair. She popped a bubble with her gum.

Mr. Payne said, "Miss Sherman, remove that gum from your mouth this instant!"

She said, "Yes sir, Mr. Payne." pulling the wad of gum out of her sexy mouth and sticking it to the bottom of her desk. Mr. Payne could see the flash of her white thong panties. He was not amused.

...mmm...They have some hunky guys in this movie. The girl had it bad for Mr. Payne; she was seducing him and he has a ring on. Maybe she could be his side piece. Oh, how slutty she is. Mmm...I was in my own little world, watching slutty little on-screen me seduce a married man to become his slut...ooo...

When the bell rang, Mr. Payne said, "Class dismissed. Not you, Miss Sherman, please remain after class."

Mr. Payne closed the door...and locked it. When he turned back to face to girl, she was standing by his desk with her hands behind her back. She had rolled her skirt up just enough to draw his eyes to her hemline. She smiled, watching his eyes travel from her hemline up to her big boobs to her face.

"Did you want to see me, Mr. Payne?"

"Miss Sherman, I will not tolerate disruptive behavior in my class. Chewing gum in class is not permitted. Do you understand?"

She held his eyes with hers as she reached over and pulled the wad of gum off the bottom of the desk and put it back in her sexy mouth.

"Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Payne?" she asked, stepping close to him, her big boobs brushing his strong chest.

...ooo...she's a sassy little thing...I bet she'll fuck him for sure. My hands were in my lap, teasing my poor little pussy, edging. I noticed that Sarah was sitting right next to me doing the same thing. I turned my face to hers and she kissed me. Ooo...she was an exceptional kisser. We shared a good, long kiss before we broke to watch the movie. Damn, if Sarah kissed that good, I wonder what else she could do with that pretty mouth? Mmm...

Mr. Payne was losing his mind. The twenty-something slut had captivated him from the moment he set eyes on her. She was the same age as his daughter and he dreamed of doing things with Miss Sherman that his twenty-year-old daughter would not allow. Between her hot body, her bad behavior and her naughty advances she was maddening. Today she must be punished.

Mr. Payne twisted her arm behind her back and turned her around with one hand, pulling her long ponytail with the other. He had her back to him holding her tight against him so she couldn't get away. His face was right behind her ear, his breath hot on her skin as he reprimanded the bratty girl.

"Miss Sherman, you have been very bad. I will not tolerate your disrespectful tone. Bad girls must be punished immediately."

She said, "Oh! Mr. Payne." and popped another bubble.

Mr. Payne jerked her around roughly. Pushing her face and boobs up against the wall, her hips back, her rolled-up skirt revealing her pretty cheeks. He was frustrated, angry and horny all at the same time and he was not gentle.

"Spit it out, young lady." He held out his hand to take her gum. She spit it into his upturned palm.

"Ooo...Mr. Payne. You're hurting me." she lied.

Miss Sherman loved being manhandled and pinned to the wall by a strong man, especially Mr. Payne. He kicked her legs apart and kicked her feet back with his foot to get her in position for a good spanking. He jerked her tiny panties down to her thighs.

He said, "Miss Sherman, this is going to hurt."

He swatted her cheeks with his warm hand with a SLAP!

"Ouwch...oww...Mr. Payne that hurts!" She whimpered and cried as he delivered her spankings quickly with his firm, strong hand. She was in tears when he let her go and pulled her panties back up. She was soaking wet.

'Good Lord' he thought, 'This girl will be the death of me yet.'

She pulled her skirt back down and turned around.

Mr. Payne put his hand around her slender throat and said, "Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Sherman. Now leave here and behave yourself!"

...God that was hot! He had her by the throat. They weren't fucking her! Why? I wanted to see that little slut get punished by some big fat cocks. Yes, it was erotogenic, yes, I had already orgasmed twice, but the entire movie was a big tease. I wanted to see little on-screen me take a good hard fucking by some big, strong men.

The movie stopped. Me and Sarah sat up as the lights came up. They were having a brief intermission, so we went to the ladies room to pee. I was glad to see I wasn't the only one soaked with girl juice. We went in the stalls to pee and wipe off our soaked bottoms.

We checked ourselves in the mirror. Her fiery red hair was incredible and she let me brush it out for her. I stood behind her, brushing and looking at her face in the mirror. She was beautiful. I wanted to kiss her, but just then two other girls walked in, so we skipped the kiss, said hello to them and returned to our seats.

We chatted about the movie. I wondered why there was no fucking. Sarah said she hadn't seen the movie either, but all of the "Spanked" movies built up the sexual tension at the beginning and ended with a bang, so to speak. We both laughed at her intended pun. It certainly was an arousing plot. I felt as if I was having foreplay with the men in the movie and I needed to know Miss Sherman's release.

I said, "You know, if you need a place to stay while you are visiting, just say so."

Sarah just smiled.

We held hands as the lights went down, our skirts went up and the movie started again.

The next scene had Miss Sherman in a cheer leader outfit. The tiny outfit consisted of a tight spandex sports bra, a top and a matching miniskirt, sneakers and her big pom-poms. She was walking through the gymnasium after practice and saw some of the guys on the team. She loved cheering for the basketball team, because every one of them was a big, tall, athletic man. She skipped over to them and flirted with them shamelessly.

The team captain was Jackson, "Why don't you show us your newest cheer, Sam?"

The other guys chimed in, "Yeah, Sam, everybody knows you're the best cheerleader. Show us."

They were really laying it on, and Samantha was a sucker for compliments.

"Well, I don't know, we aren't supposed to reveal the new cheer until the big game. What if somebody sees?" she teased.

Karl said, "There's nobody here but us, Sam. Who's gonna see?"

The dick teasing cheerleader persisted, "Well, I don't know, what if somebody walks in?"

Rashed said, "C'mon, let's go in the locker room. Everyone else went home. Nobody will even know we're in there."

Samanatha said, "Well, I don't know. We better not get caught."

Jackson said, "We won't get caught, Sam. Let's go." and they jogged into the locker room.

Samantha's nostrils flared as the scent of sweaty men filled them. She was already steaming hot, now the scent of men turned up the heat inside her to full blast. Her breasts swelled, her nipples stiffened and her panties were soaked.

She was going to give these guys the best cheer they had ever seen.

...I knew that scent in her nostrils, the scent of raw, naked, sweaty men's balls... a scent both exhilarating and intoxicating, possessing me and making me...do things...on-screen me would do anything those boys wanted me to do...

There was a long double-wide bench in the locker room running the length of the showers. It had a post on each end and one in the middle to support the towel racks above. Samantha jumped up onto the bench and started doing her cheer, dancing and high-kicking and shaking her pom-poms.

Every kick revealed her white panties with the big wet spot and every shake of her pom-poms made her big boobs jiggle. The guys watched her intently, hoping she would show them something.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned on some music. She started a little strip-tease for them, "WAP" blasting form her phone. She tossed her pom-poms at the guys and started dancing lewdly, clinging to the center post like it was a stripper pole in a nudie bar.

She danced around the pole and stripped off her skimpy top throwing it at the boys, then she took off her bra freeing her incredible tits. The guys cheered her on. Now she had her back against the pole facing the guys and holding onto it above her head with both hands. She was humping her hips at them and slid down the pole, squatting in front of the guys with her wet panties clearly soaked thru under her little cheer skirt. She gyrated her hips to the cheers of the horny players.

...my hand was in Sarah's lap now, and hers in mine...we were both drenched, edging each other during the naughty cheerleader's sexy dance...I was sooo close...I wanted to cum with the girl on screen...and Sarah...I turned to kiss Sarah, such a perfect kiss, and I couldn't keep my hands off her. I pulled her top up, squeezing and massaging her big boobs...they were so firm and full...I tugged on her nipples and she moaned as I sucked her thick erect teats. I kissed her chest putting my hand around her sexy throat, holding her, and kissed up her neck to her ear, nibbling her ear lobe and whispering naughty things to her...very naughty things...the fiery redhead has sex on her brain... her orgasm hits like a speeding freight train...

The music stopped and the sweating slut stood on the bench, still holding the pole. Jackson stepped up and reached under her skirt jerking her panties down to her ankles. He put his hand around her waist, lifted her up and set her on a towel on the counter. The guys gathered around feeling her up and kissing her boobs, face and neck. Jackson finished kissing her and Joel stepped up. He silenced her moan with a kiss.