Anal Queen

Amanda fell to her knees in the darkened theater and slowly unzipped my pants. My cock throbbed. As she pulled down my underwear, I felt my manhood spring forth. Amanda took the whole sausage into her warm, soft mouth.

I could barely see her face in the darkness, but I could feel her between my legs. A daytime scene popped up on the screen and lightened the room. Amanda was looking up at me with her blue eyes as her head bobbed.

I looked at the back of people's heads around the theater. The seats were full, but Amanda and I were in a back corner. No one seemed to notice us.

She didn't have to suck long. Jizz rose through my loins. I didn't even try to hold back. As I unloaded into her mouth, I let out an involuntary, "Uh!"

A woman with a big hat about three rows ahead turned around and shot me a dirty look. Amanda was trying to come up. I held her down and smiled at the pissed-off woman. She turned back toward the screen with a huff.

Amanda. who had caught on to what was happening, didn't struggle. When I let go of her, she casually lifted herself into the chair next to me and beamed at me with a radiant, closed-mouth smile. Her eyes sparkled in the flickering light reflecting from the movie screen. We leaned together and shared a long, slow kiss. She pushed my own cum into my mouth. When Amanda pulled back, I swallowed.

Amanda giggled. The big-hat lady fired us another dirty look .

"Let's get out of here," Amanda whispered.

"But the movie just started," I said.

"Yeah," she said, "but you already got your money's worth."

I couldn't argue with that.

We ran through the rain to the Lexus and pulled out onto the boulevard, heading toward Amanda's apartment. We talked about stopping for coffee but then decided against it. Amanda seemed troubled. At a red light, I took my hand off the shifter and put it on her knee.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.

She sighed and tilted her head, until the back leaned against the headrest.