The Mercury Movie Hall

Spying Powerdog16 putting up the new movie poster I think "The Island of Han is not the only thing forbidden"
 
Oh really? I smile and wink at her, "Well this theater is not... come on in and watch it with me.... if ya dare..."
 
:: snickers and smacks that ass on inside! :: Go on in... for the ninji get ya....
 
*looks at the movie poster,then slowly walks into the lobby..looking aorund before buying a bag of popcorn and soda.

Moves into the darkened theater and slides into a seat in the back row,slightly ashamed to admit never having seen this movie before and was curious.
 
sneaks in...disguised and literally runs up to the candy counter....giggles menancingly...or at least tries

"Hello" says the man behind the counter.

"HIYA!" I say all too happily..."I mean, hello, I'd like to place an order please?"

The man smiles, "Of course, what can I get you?"

"Umm..." I hand him a list:

300GameNight.jpg


"And that's about it.." I say......
 
Last edited:
sneaks in...disguised and literally runs up to the candy counter....giggles menancingly...or at least tries

"Hello" says the man behind the counter.

"HIYA!" I say all too happily..."I mean, hello, I'd like to place an order please?"

The man smiles, "Of course, what can I get you?"

"Umm..." I hand him a list:

300GameNight.jpg


"And that's about it.." I say......

I walk through the candy foyer and see that nasty candy thief! "Hey! Stop her! Someone get the riding crop out and ride her!!! Wait... wrong channel! Someone spank her ass back in here!!!"
 
I walk through the candy foyer and see that nasty candy thief! "Hey! Stop her! Someone get the riding crop out and ride her!!! Wait... wrong channel! Someone spank her ass back in here!!!"

grabs her goodies and runs
 
:: reaches out and catches that arm... :: Hey! You gunna pay for those? No... oh.... yes you are.... :: pulls her over my knee and starts a spanking! ::
 
:: reaches out and catches that arm... :: Hey! You gunna pay for those? No... oh.... yes you are.... :: pulls her over my knee and starts a spanking! ::

screams and tries to get away I gave him the money!! Now just give me my candy and no one gets hurt!!!!! continues to wiggle with no success...
 
Apollo strolls in, purchasing his ticket to the current movie. As he walked into the theater, he began to whistle a soft tune, knowing why he was invited here. He wasn't here for the movie, or to even relax.

She would be here any minute.
 
Elizabeth Taylor, a buxom vision in virginal white lace, is taunting a pajama-clad Paul Newman on the screen. Those jewel-like eyes flash with two parts fury and one part desperation as she insists that 'Maggie the Cat is alive.' A crutch is flung. A chair knocked over. The audience, strewn about a half-filled theater, sits in silence, watching violet hues fill slowly with tears. The woman is captivating. She comes down from her rage with just as much looming intensity as it took to build it. Nobody can act like Liz anymore. People used to depend on films to transport and titillate them in ways never before imagine. Movies today are without poetry, their stars lacking smolder. Hollywood has lost its thrill.

I'm looking for a thrill. I'm searching for a spark. Escapism needn't be passive. I'm inspired by Elizabeth Taylor. Sumptuous beauty wrapped in something lacey and tight? I can do that. With a twist: A red lace dress that hits mid-thigh and plunges down to display malleable, gorgeous breasts with the kind of bounce a 1950s bombshell would be proud of. A black leather jacket is left unzipped but hugs my curves tightly, hiding some of the outrageously rippable material beneath.

Stiletto boots, with a five inch spike and zipper closure, carry me up the stairs. I'm headed for the top row. I have no intention of sitting. Rather, I stand up against the wall, leather covered back pressed against the fabric lining. One leg raised so that spiked heel can dig into it. Feline greens scanning alertly in the dark. A flick of unruly dark silk off a porcelain cheek when those curls get too much to tame. Rose colored lips are licked and re-licked in anticipation.

I'm ready to make a scene for an audience of one.
 
Last edited:
I see you making your way to the top of the theater now. The way you were dressed created a thrill within my body, especially downstairs. I slowly followed, stalking you row by row. When you came to rest against the wall, I saw my cue to enter. I had no intention to waste your time.

I approach you and, as my body presses against yours, I run my hand along your raised thigh, feeling the soft skin of a goddess, before it came to rest upon your ass cheek. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
 
Rough fingers running over silken thigh and lace-concealed cheek. It's always intoxicating. Here, in the dark, when my eyes haven't fully adjusted to the theater's dimness, it's twice as gasp-worthy. I can't quite tell where his hands will move next. I counter by pulling him in and feeling for the heat of his mouth, finding it with my own pouty pair of lips. A hushed, breathy tone purrs its challenging reply:

"Show me just how sorry."

The kiss that follows is incensed. Nobody wants to be kept waiting. It's a habit I'll disabuse him of soon enough. Nails run down the column of his throat, before clawing at buttons and scratching at the skin that reveals itself beneath.
 
A blur of movement and my muscular chest was revealed. Your lips tasted sweeter than anything I have tasted before, forcing me to kiss you again, this time with more vigour. Sleight of hand removes your jacket, strength of man destroys the top half of your dress and your bra, revealing your naked breasts to the air.

An invitation taken, my mouth finds your right nipple, sucking it hungrily, my tongue lashing the hardened bud. My hands grasped your mounds, squeezing with the lust of a man who wants nothing more but this feeling of excitement and pleasure.
 
A blur of movement and my muscular chest was revealed. Your lips tasted sweeter than anything I have tasted before, forcing me to kiss you again, this time with more vigour. Sleight of hand removes your jacket, strength of man destroys the top half of your dress and your bra, revealing your naked breasts to the air.

An invitation taken, my mouth finds your right nipple, sucking it hungrily, my tongue lashing the hardened bud. My hands grasped your mounds, squeezing with the lust of a man who wants nothing more but this feeling of excitement and pleasure.

The sound of lace ripping causes a few heads to turn. A wanton, involuntary gasp of excitement gets an usher on the move. Then Liz begins to scream and howl, leaving us forgotten as quickly as we were noticed. I'm not taking any chances though. I pull us both further up the wall, into the corner where the light barely hits.

Those nipples are furiously hard and aching to be bitten. I'm not shy. Splayed fingers of one slender hand push my stud's head roughly down onto one soft tit. A feminine hiss. "Bite it, baby. Think you can make me scream?"
 
The sound of lace ripping causes a few heads to turn. A wanton, involuntary gasp of excitement gets an usher on the move. Then Liz begins to scream and howl, leaving us forgotten as quickly as we were noticed. I'm not taking any chances though. I pull us both further up the wall, into the corner where the light barely hits.

Those nipples are furiously hard and aching to be bitten. I'm not shy. Splayed fingers of one slender hand push my stud's head roughly down onto one soft tit. A feminine hiss. "Bite it, baby. Think you can make me scream?"

I comply with a soft groan followed by my teeth capturing the nipple in my mouth, chewing playfully on the bud. My right hand takes your other nipple and twists it hard, but not painfully hard. My other hand moves downwards, slipping into your panties and rubbing circles on your clit, felling your juices slicken my fingertips.

I look up into your eyes, a haze of lust filling them to the point where a message can be seen: "I'm going to fuck you until you're nothing but a twitching mess."
 
I comply with a soft groan followed by my teeth capturing the nipple in my mouth, chewing playfully on the bud. My right hand takes your other nipple and twists it hard, but not painfully hard. My other hand moves downwards, slipping into your panties and rubbing circles on your clit, felling your juices slicken my fingertips.

I look up into your eyes, a haze of lust filling them to the point where a message can be seen: "I'm going to fuck you until you're nothing but a twitching mess."

I'm terrible at being discreet. It's my voice. It projects, naturally, sometimes musically, and always loudly. The high-pitched little shriek of desire that spills from velvety lips is the perfect demonstration. Hyper-sensitive nubs are twisted, and it's no wonder that I'm sopping wet when your fingers graze across the pulsing pearl of my clit.

There it is. That same look of hedonistic challenge, that burning, cocky expression of fucklust that gets me wriggling between your hips and the wall. "I'd expect nothing less from a stud like you." That sculpted leg wraps around your waist and pulls you in with amazing flexibility and strength. Exposed young pussy grinds lewdly against the bulge in your jeans, and I realize with slow, wicked satisfaction, that my last statement serves doubly true.

"Mmm, excited much?"
 
I'm terrible at being discreet. It's my voice. It projects, naturally, sometimes musically, and always loudly. The high-pitched little shriek of desire that spills from velvety lips is the perfect demonstration. Hyper-sensitive nubs are twisted, and it's no wonder that I'm sopping wet when your fingers graze across the pulsing pearl of my clit.

There it is. That same look of hedonistic challenge, that burning, cocky expression of fucklust that gets me wriggling between your hips and the wall. "I'd expect nothing less from a stud like you." That sculpted leg wraps around your waist and pulls you in with amazing flexibility and strength. Exposed young pussy grinds lewdly against the bulge in your jeans, and I realize with slow, wicked satisfaction, that my last statement serves doubly true.

"Mmm, excited much?"

I release my grip on your nipple, teeth marks leaving the poor bud even more erect, and rest my forehead against yours, my hot breath mingling with yours. My hips grind with yours, the front of my jeans becoming drenched in hot cunt juice, as I kiss those sweet lips again before smiling. "I could say the same for you... maybe you should examine me with this mouth of yours..."

My hands unravel and shove my jeans and underwear down, leaving a fully erect 8 incher twitching in the hot air near your pussy. The male actor serenaded Elizabeth on the screen. I really couldn't give a fuck. I was busy enjoying my date.
 
I release my grip on your nipple, teeth marks leaving the poor bud even more erect, and rest my forehead against yours, my hot breath mingling with yours. My hips grind with yours, the front of my jeans becoming drenched in hot cunt juice, as I kiss those sweet lips again before smiling. "I could say the same for you... maybe you should examine me with this mouth of yours..."

My hands unravel and shove my jeans and underwear down, leaving a fully erect 8 incher twitching in the hot air near your pussy. The male actor serenaded Elizabeth on the screen. I really couldn't give a fuck. I was busy enjoying my date.

"Maaaybe..." A ragged but sing-song reply. I'm trying to keep my cool. I'm floundering. My kisses come hotter now, lips devouring yours, before crushing hard into your mouth.

And then a hiss. A shiver of excitement comes when I hear the telltale unzipping of your fly. Pulsing, throbbing warmth throbs into my bare thigh, and my body thrusts up into yours. It's automatic and impulsive. I have to feel you. My lips get a wanton licking by my own tongue when that kiss breaks and I stare down at that swollen length of prick. A hundred thoughts fly at me. The craving for cock makes my mouth water, but the surging, wild need between my legs leaves me digging my nails into your shoulder and rolling my ass up.

Silky, sweet folds make contact with that oozing crown, and my moan is unapologetically torrid. Fingers of my free had wrap around the base, trying to steady that generous length of slut-making fuck meat. "Maybe I'll taste it after I've given it a good soak with this tight cunt."
 
"Maaaybe..." A ragged but sing-song reply. I'm trying to keep my cool. I'm floundering. My kisses come hotter now, lips devouring yours, before crushing hard into your mouth.

And then a hiss. A shiver of excitement comes when I hear the telltale unzipping of your fly. Pulsing, throbbing warmth throbs into my bare thigh, and my body thrusts up into yours. It's automatic and impulsive. I have to feel you. My lips get a wanton licking by my own tongue when that kiss breaks and I stare down at that swollen length of prick. A hundred thoughts fly at me. The craving for cock makes my mouth water, but the surging, wild need between my legs leaves me digging my nails into your shoulder and rolling my ass up.

Silky, sweet folds make contact with that oozing crown, and my moan is unapologetically torrid. Fingers of my free had wrap around the base, trying to steady that generous length of slut-making fuck meat. "Maybe I'll taste it after I've given it a good soak with this tight cunt."

A grin spreads on my lips. "As you wish..." With that, I moved my hips forward.

Sliding into your pussy was too easy, as I was suddenly enveloped in every wave of pleasure I needed. You were so tight, but so wanting. It drove me wild. I immediately lift you off the ground, my strong hands grasping your ass to hold your small body up, before I generously pulled back before slamming right back in, hilting to the base.

My grin widens. "How does that feel? Enough cock for you?"
 
A grin spreads on my lips. "As you wish..." With that, I moved my hips forward.

Sliding into your pussy was too easy, as I was suddenly enveloped in every wave of pleasure I needed. You were so tight, but so wanting. It drove me wild. I immediately lift you off the ground, my strong hands grasping your ass to hold your small body up, before I generously pulled back before slamming right back in, hilting to the base.

My grin widens. "How does that feel? Enough cock for you?"

A chorus of heady pants and whimpers explodes from bruised, pouting lips as you slam that giant rod into my drooling pussy. Pain reads all over my face, need cries out from those oversized greens. Hips begin to buck as massive tits start to slap against your chest. I'll fuck you harder than any little whore you've ever seen, and I'm unaware that a few patrons are beginning to get more than their money's worth.

"Give me more." Both legs curl tightly around your tapered waist, locking at leather painted calves. "Oh, fuck, give me more, baby, it's never enough cock." The truest statement made all day, purred boastfully before that sultry mouth captures yours again.
 
A chorus of heady pants and whimpers explodes from bruised, pouting lips as you slam that giant rod into my drooling pussy. Pain reads all over my face, need cries out from those oversized greens. Hips begin to buck as massive tits start to slap against your chest. I'll fuck you harder than any little whore you've ever seen, and I'm unaware that a few patrons are beginning to get more than their money's worth.

"Give me more." Both legs curl tightly around your tapered waist, locking at leather painted calves. "Oh, fuck, give me more, baby, it's never enough cock." The truest statement made all day, purred boastfully before that sultry mouth captures yours again.

I return the passionate kiss before growling with a smile. "Of course..."

Then I begin. My hips start thrusting, my cock pounding that sloppy cunt over and over, stretching it wide open. My breath quickens, my hands squeeze, my heart pounds. Every muscle in my body strove to take you beyond Heaven, beyond any pleasure you have felt. I wanted to make you squeal, tremble, squirm and moan. Every sound drives me on, my hips moving faster. My teeth capture some skin on your neck, biting hard.
 
Back
Top