That Afternoon I Was Daniela Again at the Apolo Cinema

I was bent over the back of the seat, with those strong hands spreading my ass cheeks so anyone could get in. I felt every thrust travel up my back and die at the nape of my neck. The cock fucking me was thick, forcing its way in with hard, dry jolts inside my wet cunt, and every plunge made a damp sound that echoed through the seat. No one was holding me up: what held me up was the desire of the men waiting. Like that, with a cock buried to the hilt and my tits hanging under the garter belt, I felt complete, a whole woman, Daniela again after so long hidden away.

—Do you like it, slut? —my macho asked me, looking at my face with that half-smile that already had me beaten.

—Yes… yes, harder, please —I begged him with a broken voice, while the other man grabbed my hips and fucked me deeper and deeper. I could only breathe in short gasps, mouth open, a thread of saliva hanging from my lip. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure: an unfamiliar cock splitting my cunt open and another man, the one in charge, quietly offering me to all the ones who were still left. That voice got me hotter than any caress.

—Put it all in, buddy, the bitch can take it —he told the one fucking me—. But hurry, there are still many left.

And inside, I felt divine. As if they were announcing me at an auction and everyone wanted to bid. The man behind me drove in three or four more brutal strokes, all the way to the hilt, slamming against my ass with the sound of flesh striking flesh. I felt open, impaled, my cunt gushing around that cock that came in and out gleaming with my juices.

The one who had me gave my ass a sharp slap, almost a thank-you, and muttered something about how tight I was. He yanked his cock out all at once and I felt empty for a second, my cunt throbbing, contracting around nothing. My macho grabbed him by the arm and guided him forward, right in front of my face.

—Finish there —he ordered him, and took my chin between two fingers—. Open your mouth, my love, they’re going to give you something to drink.

I opened my mouth without thinking, stuck out my tongue like a well-trained bitch. The same cock that had been forcing its way inside me a moment before was now sliding between my lips, still carrying the strong taste of my own cunt. Far from disgusting me, it lit me up. I started taking it all the way down, slowly, choking a little when the tip hit my throat, then suddenly, gripping it with both hands at the base and taking it in all the way to the balls. I sucked it with hunger, saliva running down my chin, eyes watering, until I felt it tense and his thighs start to tremble.

Then came the explosion I love so much. Hot, thick, the first spurt hit the roof of my mouth and I nearly choked; the second flooded my tongue, the third slipped out at the corner of my lips. I savored it without hurry, played with that salty milk in my mouth, felt it slide over my teeth, and only then did I swallow it all, every last drop, and clean the tip with my tongue like someone thanking him for a favor. The cock was still shuddering against my lips, leaking the last white pearls that I gathered too, leaving nothing behind.

—Who’s next? —my macho said into the darkness of the room.

As soon as I heard him, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slipped a hand between my legs and touched my swollen, soaked cunt, opening my lips myself for the next one. I wanted the next cock already, hard, without a pause. I was desperate, a heat-crazy bitch ready to take whoever dared cross the gloom.

***

A few more came, one after another, all guided by him. My macho took care of spreading my ass and marking the turns, as if he were conducting an orchestra of bodies. Sometimes he’d also pry my ass open with his thumbs, show it to the man coming in, offer both holes at once. He had one rule he never broke: none of them finished inside me. He always redirected them to my mouth at the last moment, as soon as he felt they were about to burst.

—The load’s for the top —he’d say, pointing at my face—. Not in the cunt, the lady doesn’t want to get dirty.

One grabbed my hair and shoved his cock into my womb in a single thrust; he tore a muffled scream out of me and kept hammering me mercilessly, gripping my waist, until he shook all over and hurried to stand in front of my mouth. I took the shot straight on my tongue, lips open, looking him in the eyes while he came.

Another put it in me more slowly, savoring me, moving my hips with his hands, and he whispered, “what a delicious cunt you’ve got, slut, how tight you are.” I answered him gasping, “fuck me, give it all to me, don’t stop,” and I moved against his cock too, impaling myself to the hilt. When he finished, he painted my lips and tits with semen, with long spasms, and I ran a finger over my drenched nipple and sucked it while looking at him.

I received every load with my tongue out, devouring, savoring each one of those hot men who had used me in turns. By then I was already full, semen dripping from the corners of my mouth, hanging from my chin in thick drops, my tits shining and sticky in the little light that came from the screen. My cunt was leaking a mix of my juices and all their saliva, sliding down the inner sides of my thighs to my stockings. And still, I kept asking for more. Insatiable.

Between thrusts I remembered why I was there. I had come for a man. I met him on one of those story sites, chatting at night, and with nothing but words he had managed to pull Daniela out of the bottom of the closet where I kept her hidden. He’d arranged to meet me at the Apolo cinema, in the back row, promising me an unforgettable afternoon.

And unforgettable it was, even if he never even showed up.

Meanwhile, the one on offer to everyone there was Daniela: the sluttiest one, the one wearing nothing but a garter belt, black stockings, and high heels I could barely keep steady on the sticky floor. The one letting herself be fucked by anyone who wanted her. And I no longer cared whether he arrived or not. I was where I wanted to be, with a stranger fingering my cunt while another waited for me with his cock in his hand.

***

The Apolo cinema was one of those places that survive by a hair, with worn carpet and a smell of damp that mixed with semen and sweat. During the day hardly anyone comes in; that’s exactly why it’s perfect. The movie kept rolling on the screen, canned voices nobody listened to, and in the seats it was us, in another, much more interesting showing.

I had arrived early, nervous, my heart in my throat. I changed in the bathroom before going up: I left the ordinary man folded inside a backpack and came out as her, with shaved legs shining under the stockings and lips painted a dark red. Under the skirt I wore nothing but a tiny thong, and I already felt my cunt throbbing with anticipation. I sat in the back row, as we had agreed, and waited.

The one who showed up wasn’t my date. It was someone else, older, with a calm gaze and huge hands, who sat down next to me without asking permission. He didn’t say much at first. He put a hand on my knee and slowly moved it upward, measuring me, until he found what he was looking for under the short skirt. His fingers pulled my thong aside and sank straight into my cunt, which was already wet without my deciding it.

—Look what we’ve got here —he whispered, smiling—. A flower in the middle of the mud. And already soaked, the little slut.

He pushed two fingers in up to the knuckle and moved them in circles inside me, touching a spot that made me arch over the seat. With his thumb he found my clit and started rubbing it with a precision that was no accident. Something in his voice and his hands undid me. He wasn’t rough; he was certain. One of those men who know exactly what they want and take it without rushing. He leaned into my ear while he kept working my cunt with his fingers.

—Tonight you’re mine, you hear me? And I’m going to give you to whoever I say.

He pulled his cock out of his fly with the other hand, put it in my palm, and made me close my fingers around it. It was hard, thick, hot. I started stroking it slowly while he kept fingering me, and within minutes he had me exactly where he wanted me, kneeling between his legs, sucking him with devotion, looking up at him while he stroked my head and signaled with his other hand to the shadows moving between the rows.

—Easy —he told me in my ear when he pulled me up to bend me over the seatback—. I decide who and when. You just open up and enjoy it.

And I believed him. I gave myself to that promise like I had never given myself to anything before, my ass in the air and my cunt offered to the first man who wanted to shove it in.

***

I lost count of how many came through. Every time one of them finished emptying my mouth, my macho sent him off with a slap on the shoulder and signaled for the next one. Sometimes he made them wait on purpose, just so I’d squirm with need, moving my ass in the air and asking for it in a low voice. Others he hurried along, guiding them himself to my open cunt.

—Tonight belongs to the lady —he’d say, and laugh softly—. Nice and hard, she likes being split open.

I liked that word in his mouth. Lady. After hours of being anybody, with dried cum on my face and my cunt swollen from so much use, I suddenly felt like the queen of that dark room. A queen on her knees, yes, but adored by all her subjects.

Every man had his own way. One grabbed my hair and set the rhythm without saying a word, pushing my face into his groin until tears sprang to my eyes. Another stroked my back with a tenderness that didn’t fit the place, while fucking me with slow, long strokes, as if he wanted to apologize for being there. There was one who trembled all over before finishing on my tongue and left me a barely whispered “thank you,” as if I had given him something enormous. And in a way I had: I gave them Daniela, legs open and mouth ready, asking nothing in return.

My macho watched it all from the side, leaning against an empty seat, arms crossed, the bulge obvious in his pants. Every now and then he leaned in to my ear and told me things only I could hear, while another man fucked my cunt behind his back.

—Look at you —he murmured one of those times, stroking my semen-streaked cheek—. So elegant, such a lady, and look what you’re doing. With your cunt dripping and your mouth full of another man’s milk. This is what you really are, isn’t it?

I didn’t answer. No need to. My body answered for me, opening, searching, clenching around the next finger or the next cock that came near. He was right and we both knew it.

There was a moment when they left me alone for an instant, catching my breath, my forehead resting on the cold leather seatback and semen dripping slowly from my chin to my chest. I could hear my own breathing and, beyond that, the murmurs of those waiting their turn, the sound of someone jerking off while watching me. I closed my eyes. This is me, this is the real one, the one I pretend not to be the rest of the time.

A hand lifted my face and another put two fingers in my mouth, rummaging, playing with my tongue.

—Don’t fall asleep on me, princess —said my macho—. There are still people with full balls waiting for you.

And we kept going.

***

By the time the movie was in its final scenes, I was already wrecked by pleasure, satisfied to the bone, marked by men whose faces I had never really seen. My cunt was raw, sweetly burning, and the taste of semen was embedded in my palate. I started dressing again, clumsy-handed, looking for the few clothes I had brought.

The dominant man, the one who had offered me to everyone and directed the whole afternoon, stopped me gently.

—I want something of yours —he said—. Give me the thong and the stockings.

I gave them to him without hesitation. Those garments were soaked with my scent from a cunt used up, with my taste, with the semen that had mixed with my juices and slid down my thighs, with everything Daniela had been that afternoon, able to feel young, hot, and desired again like in her best years. I handed him my things with a long kiss, mixing in his mouth the taste of everyone who had used me, a kiss of pure gratitude, and I watched him put them away in a briefcase he carried with him. He left without looking back. I thanked him in silence for what he had done for me: bringing her back.

I finished getting myself together as best I could, with the inside of my skirt sticky and a blouse that covered just enough, with nothing underneath, and I went down the theater stairs slowly, still trembling, feeling my cunt throb with every step. I went out into the street. The afternoon light hit my face and for a second I felt naked, exposed, even though I was dressed.

***

A few blocks later my phone vibrated. It was him, my date, the one who hadn’t shown up. The message said he had been waiting outside, hoping to see “a good pair of ass cheeks” come out, but all he had seen was ordinary, boring people passing by. That he had been disappointed.

I laughed to myself right there on the sidewalk.

You didn’t expect me to come out into the street in stockings and heels, with my cunt dripping somebody else’s cum, did you? I thought. His disappointment was huge, yes, but what I had lived through inside wiped out any letdown completely. That man, without knowing it, had done his part: with nothing but words he had brought Daniela back to life. Only then other men fucked her.

I answered with two polite words and put the phone away. Let him think whatever he wanted.

I walked through the downtown streets with my body tired and a sweet ache between my legs, every step reminding me how many cocks had gone through me. People passed me by without imagining a thing, without suspecting who I really was or where I had come from, without knowing that under my skirt my swollen cunt was still leaking the traces of the afternoon. And I liked that: the secret, the double life, the certainty that tonight, when I got home, I would fold Daniela back up and hide her in the bottom of the closet until the next date.

But for today she had been out. Whole, fucked, satisfied, desired by a handful of men whose names I will never know. I had been Daniela again, even if only for a stolen afternoon in the darkness of an old movie theater.

And I walked happily, finally feeling exactly who I am.