An hour and a long line of men later...

Man after man carelessly uses your body over what must be an hour. The movie drones on in front of your glazed eyes as you thrust back at yet another cock.

Your pussy and ass have served equal measures of dicks, at least a dozen each as the number of men seems to grow. Other theater employees wander in, no doubt told about the shameless whore working in the back of the theater. Other patrons come in, each blond head making you gasp and squeeze the dick within you as you expect the head to turn and reveal the chiselled face of your boyfriend.

Through it all you find your body humming with a frustrating anticipation, **** to cum, on the brink throughout it all but never quite able to reach the climax you're so eager to reach. Your holes begin to ache and become raw from the fucking.

Your forearms and ribs ache from being draped over the railing. Finger-shaped bruises cover your small tits from the clutching, squeezing, pulling and twisting they've endured. Fingers have pinched and yanked, twisted and crushed your nipples until they've swollen like ripe, purple grapes.

Handprints adorn your asscheeks, the blazing skin red and sore as a severe sunburn from the spanking. Hands pull on your hair, which feels like it will rip free from your scalp as they yank your head back so that their teeth and lips can fasten on your neck, leaving yet another hickey that doesn't belong to your boyfriend.

Between your legs, where your red and raw holes are relentlessly and brutishly pummelled by callous men eager for an easy fuck white lines of semen leak from your cunt and ass, thick streams draining down your trembling thighs.

Another man steps up, for his first, second or third fuck you don't know, having lost track as each man quickly drains his balls into you and steps aside. It's like they've been waiting years to fuck a girl, each man with an instant hard-on and balls swollen with repressed cum that can't wait to get out. Some only last a few strokes before cumming, none last beyond five minutes as you clench and quiver around their dicks as if you want the fucking as much as the whore on the movie screen.

Your latest fucker sticks his thick dick within your slavering pussy, foregoing a condom like all the rest as he grabs your bruised hips and pounds into you with abandon. The slick coating within has vanished, the only lubrication now being the cum of the men before him, a coating which dries into stickiness, and the friction burns a bit at the frenzied fuck.

The theater doors open below you and a man steps in, stopping to let his eyes adjust to the light.

It's the matter of a second for you to recognize the blond sweep of hair, the fine cut of his clothes.

"Jacob," you gasp, and the long-awaited orgasm explodes within you.