Movie Date 4 - Entertaining the Audience

Legs apart, palms flat against the wall, ass out, and bent forward, you're presented to her. Zoey flings your skirt up before she takes two good hands full of your ass.

"What. An. Ass. God damn." she says, ever the poet. Still, you grin to yourself, waiting for her to start the inevitable. Wait, hold on!

"But please, don't rip my pan-"

Snap.

"Whoops." Zoey chuckles after displaying a reoccurring and potentially expensive habit of destroying your underwear. You don't bother scolding her but you do shoot her a glare over your shoulder

"I'll buy you a new pair, relax." she claims and smacks your butt.

"Two. Don't forget the first one."

"Yes ma'am." the tattooed futa grins, more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice, and lines herself up. You feel her tip press against your folds and it barely feels less intimidating than last time.

"Ready to die happy again?" she asks, a cockiness in her voice that is, luckily, more hot than annoying.

"W-well, I won't get any more ready than-"

The door opens. Your heart sinks. Thank god, it's only the door to the restroom and not your stall directly but still, someone's here. More than one person. They're chatting.

"That's what I'm saying!" one of the girls says. "You can't just throw in a twist like that without giving some sort of build up."

They're talking about a movie. Maybe they were in the same screening room as you?

"I don't know, all the more surprising like that." the other replies but what's happening inside your stall is ripping your attention away. Zoey is pushing in.

"Z-zoey, what the fuck!" you hiss back at her, panic and excitement equally present in your voice. Zoey, however, just sticks out her tongue and silently winks at you. Of course she wouldn't care. She's done this before, after all - right the moment you first met her, in fact.

"Wait. D'you hear something?" you hear one of the girls ask and immediately, your breath gets stuck in your throat. But Zoey keeps pushing.

"Hm?" hums the other, not sounding particularly concerned. Zoey keeps pushing. Oh god, this a lot.

"Huh... thought I heard a noise."

"Jesus, Melanie. Someone's probably peeing, don't be weird about it."

"Right, uh, sorry!" the first girl calls out into the room but you're obviously not gonna re-

"No problem." Zoey calls back, completely unfazed while she buries even more of her giant cock inside you. Why the fuck would she answer that?? Again, you glare back at her, but her shit-eating grin is the only response - no, the only warning you get, before she suddenly stuffs in the several inches left at once.

"Ohh, fuck!" you cry out and clasp a hand over your mouth. Oh, she did not just do that.

Silence, then snorts of laughter.

"Well, guess I was wrong." the second girl laughs and Zoey, the smuggest bitch on the planet, starts fucking you. You wanna scold her, curse at her so bad. But you can't. Not only because of the level of embarrassment you're experiencing right now but also, well, because it feels fucking amazing.

"Haha, you go girls!" the second girl, so the one not apparently named Melanie, cheers, being remarkably chill about the situation.

"Tanya! Geez!" the other gasps, significantly more scandalized. It takes all your willpower to keep your mouth shut right now. Zoey's thrusts remain slow for now, but you can feel your moans and whimpers trying desperately to escape your lips.

"There could be kids coming in here!" Melanie scolds her friend and, by proxy, you.

"We'll be quiet then, don't worry." Zoey chuckles, turning their dialogue into the fucking strangest of three-way conversations. In a way, this whole thing is quite the reality check. Back in the screening room, you felt so confident to be bold in public, but now... boy, have the turns tabled.

"Haha, don't talk to us, focus on your lucky girl!" Tanya laughs back.

"Believe me, I am." the futa smirks and, perhaps to accentuate her words, she spanks your butt, making you yelp in surprise.

"Okay, no. I'm leaving." Melanie declares and you can hear her heels stomping towards the door.

"Haha, alright. Have fun, ladies!" Tanya laughs and you can hear her footsteps following.

"See ya." Zoey calls after them without missing a beat. And the door falls shut.

"J-jesus, Z-zoey." you stammer, your speech pattern somewhat impaired by her rhythmic thrusts. "D-don't d-do that!"

"Aw, why not?" grins the muscular tomboy, not slowing down for a second.

"B-because..." you try to argue, but given the different array of sensation currently flooding your system, leading a constructive discussion is not necessarily the easiest right now. Also, it doesn't help, that it kinda was pretty hot, in all honesty.

"Uhuh, right." Zoey smirks and picks up the pace.

"A-ah, j-just- f-fuck..." is all you manage.

"Exactly." the futa chuckles and fucks away. Oh god, you're so full. It's like her cock is rubbing every single inch inside your body. And just like last time, it's incredible. God dammit, you can't even be properly mad at her for the stunt she pulled because she's so fucking good at this!

Despite increasing the tempo, Zoey never loses her precision. She looks like she just thrusts away to her heart's content, but somehow, the angle, the intensity, the speed, it's all just spot on. And it was like this the first time too, it's like a superpower of her! Well... to be fair, her dick is so ridiculously large, it'd be hard not to hit the mark somehow.

Now that she's really started going at it, the rhythmic sounds of skin slapping skin reverberate through the entire room and it's just a matter of time until someone comes in and hears. Not just the claps, but your voice too. Particularly now that the two strangers have left, you just can't fully hold back anymore. And Zoey just keeps going. Looking back at her, you see she has taken the hem of her shirt between her teeth, revealing her glorious abs and the tip of her happy trail to you. God, the way her muscles flex with each of her thrusts is just.... fuck.

Her breathing has intensified a little bit, but she still carries a relaxed vibe, winking down while she's drilling you. You, on the other hand, feel like a mess. Your hair is already a wild tangle, your face must be flushed red, and your legs won't stop buckling underneath you. To be fair to yourself though, you have ten inches of expert dick stuffed up your coochie, she doesn't.

Then the door opens again. And once more, you instinctively hold your breath in shock. Of course, Zoey doesn't stop. Notably though, she changes up her thrusts. She keeps her speed, but she stops her thrusts just before her pelvis hits your ass. While it obviously keeps her dick from entering you entirely, it does - thank god - result in a lot less sound. The problem, however, is that whatever sound this new person might hear is from you. You bite deep down onto your lip, trying to contain any noises while you hear the stranger enter one of the other stalls. But Zoey just keeps going. The pressure and pleasure just keep going. And you can't even muffle yourself because as soon as even one of your palms lets go of the wall, you'll definitely topple over.

The girl next stall starts peeing. Zoey keeps thrusting. The pleasure keeps ramping up. This is bad. Really fucking good, but also bad. It feels like the more you try to suppress the urge, the stronger it builds up inside you. God, this is going to be the most embarrassing orgasm of your life. Then a quick noise comes from the other stall, as if a video started playing before the person muted it. Is this girl seriously scrolling through her phone right now?? God, just please hurry up and finish before you it's too late. Maybe she does hear what's going on. After all, just because Zoey doesn't slam her hips into yours, doesn't mean you two make no sounds at all. But wouldn't she leave if- fuck, oh fuck, oh no, no, no, no, no-

It takes all the discipline and willpower in the world for you to turn what would've been the cry of the century into a silent scream. As wave after wave of ecstacy rush you, your body spasms and shivers uncontrollably, it's a miracle you can even stay upright. It's hard to tell if this orgasm is harder than the one last week. It's different. Since Zoey isn't fully thrusting into you, it's a little less intense but the fact that you had to try and hold it in like that really does make up for it. Also, honestly, who the fuck cares. This futa and her oversized cock are the hands down the best fucking thing that has ever happened to your pussy.

When your senses are somewhat able to function again, you hear the girl leave the stall next to yours and wash her hands.

"Heyy, what's up?" she says, seemingly on the phone. "Yeah, on my way."

Then the water stops running and you hear her take some paper towels before she makes her way over to the door.

"Oh, uh, better not go in here." the girl suddenly says and your heart sinks. "I'm pretty sure someone's having sex." she says, a bit quieter but unfortunately still audible, before the door closes.

"Ugh, finally." Zoey simply groans and thrusts in all the way to the hilt.

"F-fuck!" you cry out in surprise about the sudden depth.

"You still good to go or need a break?" she asks and keeps her hips still for a moment. Oof, that is actually a really good question.

"I-i, hoo, I m-might need a minute..." you pant, the afterglow of your climax almost making you sort of forget to be mad at her.

"Sure thing." Zoey nods and while you were expecting her to pull out, she actually keeps it in and hugs you from behind.

"You're... you're a dick sometimes, you know that?" you mutter, still catching your breath.

"Can't help it." she smirks and kisses the side of your neck. "I'm sorry." she adds, sounding more tease than genuine.

"Hmm, I'll let it slide." you reply, the corner of your mouth twitching upwards. "But I really gotta sit down right now."

"Hah, okay." Zoey chuckles, lets go off you and subsequently pulls out. Jesus, it feels like a snake is being drawn out of you.

"Oooff..." you groan, when the final few inches come free. As much as you can use a break, that last motion felt really nice.

"How we doing, princess?" the muscular tomboy asks, her palms on her hips and her dick standing tall.

"Shit, pretty good..." you reply and, feeling quite wobbly, you lean with your back against the cold wall.

"Didn't you wanna sit down?"

"Yeah... but honestly..." you breathe and point down at the toilet. "I'm so wet down there I don't wanna mess up the lid."

"Heh, fair." Zoey grins proudly and grabs the base of her dick. "You go ahead and chill. I'll need a bit before I can leave this room anyway."

From the looks of it, her dick is still rock hard. Jesus, this thing is huge. You can't help but chuckle. She's probably right. She can't leave this place before this beast has calmed down.

"You know, for how much you teased me, I should just leave you in here." you smirk at her.

"Go ahead." the tattooed futa replies and smirks back. "If your legs work properly." - it's not like you can't walk at all, so she's obviously exaggerating but still, a solid comeback.

"Touché." you smile and reach out for her cock. Teased or not, you've got an orgasm to repay.