A Sinful Movie Matinee by Samantha_Sherman

A Sinful Movie Matinee by Samantha_Sherman

Indulge in a sinful movie matinee with this steamy adult sex story. Get lost in the passion and desire as you dive into this tantalizing tale.<br/>
Yesterday was a busy day. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, mowed the lawn and weeded the garden. I even cleaned out the shed and the refrigerator. Today I was going to relax. I got back from my run and plopped down on the big chair on the screen porch. Classic rock was in my ears today and Steven Tyler was singing “Walk This Way”.

Now that I had a day off, I was bored to tears. A long, cold shower perked me up. I toweled off and sat on my bed, drying my hair and brushing it out. I laid back on the big pillows and spread my legs wide open for my morning session.

I rubbed my horny pussy with my left hand and reached into my drawer to grab Lucky with my right. I gave myself a good maintenance fucking every morning and every night to take the edge off my horniness. Lucky was my eight-inch obsidian dildo, hard and unyielding volcanic glass with a little curve at the end. That little curve on the end really did the trick, hitting the exact spot every time. Lucky had me in a frenzy at this very moment, brining me to a volcanic orgasm. Mmm… I lay there for a few minutes before getting dressed.

I decided to Uber downtown and see what was going on. Today I felt like exploring, maybe do something different. I threw on a thong and a sundress, tied my Nikes and put my hair up in a ponytail. Uber took me to a little café in the theater district. It was a beautiful day, so I sat outside, enjoying a smoothie and reading the local movie ads.

Dozens of movies were showing during the day including some good ones, “Fifty Shades of Gray” and “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” among them. Maybe I could catch a matinee. I paid the check at the café and the theater district looking at all the theaters and movie houses to see what was playing.

I had seen “Fifty Shades” recently, so I walked to an Indie theater down the block that was screening “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” On the way I noticed a theater next door named Cinema 69 showing XXX movies. The sign on the door said, “21 AND OVER” and the name of the movie was “Spanked: The School Girl” Well, I wasn’t there to watch pornos, so I paid my ticket and went in to see “Dragon Tattoo”

I grabbed a popcorn and sweet tea and went in to sit down. There were only about twenty people inside so there were plenty of seats. I grabbed a seat in the back row and the movie began. The last time I saw it I was just a little girl and I didn’t remember much, so it was like watching the movie for the first time. I munched on popcorn and drank my sweet tea and started getting into the plot.

Suddenly, “Spanked: The School Girl” popped into my head. I started fantasizing about the title. Why was she getting spanked? What did she do? Was she a student and he was the teacher? Was she a teacher and he was the dean? Was she was a cheerleader and they were the team? The possibilities were intriguing…and arousing.

Ten minutes later I was at Cinema 69 watching “Spanked: The School Girl”.

There were more couples than I expected for a XXX theater, a few single guys and one other girl. They were seated randomly around the theater except for the girl sitting right in the middle. I went over and sat down near her.

She smiled and said, “Hello, I’m Sarah.”

“Hey, Sarah. I’m Samantha.” I said.

“They had problems with the projector, so you didn’t miss anything.” She was friendly, with a UK accent. We sat and chatted for a few minutes waiting for the show to start. Sarah was smart and funny with a great sense of humor.

She was in Texas visiting for a couple weeks, staying with relatives. She was climbing the walls with boredom at her great aunt’s place, so she found this theater to escape for a while and rub one out. I told her I was there out of boredom on my day off… and to rub one out myself. We laughed at our shared predicament. I loved listening to her talk just so I could hear her accent.

Sarah was a fiery redhead, her shoulder-length red hair framing her pretty eyes and smiling face. She had big boobs and a sexy figure and was taller than me. She wore a pleated denim mini and purple halter top, purple knee socks and black platform sandals. Honestly, she was a sexy knockout and I found her accent arousing.

The movie was finally starting.

On screen, Miss Sherman girl was writing, “Brown Sucks” on the bathroom mirror with red lipstick, laughing with glee, when a monitor caught her and took her to the office.

The naughty girl was wearing a red and black plaid tartan skirt with a white blouse, white knee socks and black shoes. The monitor brought her into the Dean’s office and reported on her mischievous behavior. She was a petite girl, standing in front of Mr. Brown’s desk and looking down at the floor,.

“Thank you Miss Smith.” he said, dismissing the monitor.

He stood and walked around the desk to stand beside the girl. He was a big, tall black man, black as night, with a bald head and strong shoulders. He stood looking at the bratty girl with his big hands on his hips.

My eyes were on the movie but my mind was fantasizing…

…Wow, that guy was big! A tall strong black stud. Look how big his hands are! She was petite just like me. I wonder what would happen if I were a school girl and the Dean was a big, black man like Mr. Brown? What if I got sent to the office? What would he do? Would he yell at me or…punish me? He wouldn’t dare! Hmm…or would he…

On screen the big man said, “Miss Sherman. Were you naughty again today?”

She said, “Well, Mr. Brown, I was a little bit naughty, but I’ll be good from now on. I promise.”

She was looking at him with her innocent green eyes and her little pout, trying to work her girly charms on him.

“Miss Sherman, you have been here twice before and told me you would be good. Now you are back for the third time. You are more than naughty; you are a bad girl. Now explain to me why you should not be punished.”

…ooo…she’s a bad girl…mmm…a bad girl. I shivered. How would hunky Mr. Brown discipline me if I was a bad girl? Mmm… my boobs were swollen, my nipples erect, straining against the thin material of my dress. I was sitting back in my seat, massaging my boobs and teasing the nipples…

Everyone else was watching the movie.

The bad little school girl moved closer to the Dean. She placed her hands flat on his belly and rubbed it. She looked up at the big black man.

She said, “Please don’t punish me, sir. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” And flashed her pretty eyes at him again.

“Miss Sherman!” he raised his voice and grabbed her small hands in his big ones.

The big man’s deep voice admonished the little slut’s bold advance.

“You will be punished for this behavior immediately!”

He manhandled the girl, abruptly spinning her around and bending her over his desk. Her legs straight, her feet back, as if she were going to be frisked. Her skirt hung over her bottom, barely covering her cheeks. Her big boobs tested the limits of the buttons on her white blouse. She was flush, taken by surprise at Mr. Brown’s manner. What was he going to do?

He rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands together and flipped up the back of her little skirt. He pulled her panties down just below her cheeks. He put his big hand on her back and pushed her face down against the hard wood of his desk.

…OMG, I wanted to be her! I wanted to be a bad girl, to feel his big strong hands put me in my place. I wanted him to bend me over his big desk and pull my panties down, to punish me for being soooo bad. I imagined it was me on screen ready to be disciplined by this big, black stud, my thong sopping wet…

The little slut moaned, “Mr. Brown!”

His left hand was on her back, and his right hand was rubbing her ass. Miss Sherman let out a little moan when she felt his hand touch her; the slut was shivering with anticipation.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open as she arched her back and pushed her rear back to meet Mr. Brown’s big hand. She moaned and gushed a waterfall.

Suddenly she felt a hard “SLAP!” on her right cheek.

Her eyes flew open and she yelled, “Oww! Mr. Brown that hurts!”

“You’ve been a bad girl, Miss Sherman. There are consequences to bad behavior.” Mr. Brown said. He continued her spanking with his big hand, leaving red hand prints and a hot sting on both cheeks. She was crying and sobbing, trembling from the burning sensation on her red-hot buttocks.

She sobbed, “Oh, Mr. Brown, I promise to be good, sir. I promise!”

Mr. Brown scolded the girl, “Very well, Miss Sherman. I hope you have learned your lesson. If I see you in here again, I assure you it will be most unpleasant. Now correct your dress and get out of my office!”

She was startled by his stern command, pulling up her panties and running out of his office before he could change his mind. She ran straight to the restroom and locked herself in the last stall. She sat down on the stool, the cool seat felt good on her red-hot ass. She frantically fingered her steaming hot pussy, bringing herself off with a loud moan. She never knew getting spanked could be so…stimulating.

…this movie was so erotic…they must have taken the script straight from my brain. The idea of a big, strong man slapping my ass with his huge, manly hand never failed to turn me on. Imagined him squeezing each cheek in his big hands, then bending me over, holding me down on the desk…pulling my panties down to punish me. Ooo…I slid my hands under my thong to my wet snatch. Mmm…Fingering my wet hole and rubbing my clit, I brought myself off in time with on-screen me, squirting a gusher of girl juice all over myself.

The next scene was math class with Mr. Payne. Miss Sherman was sitting right up front. Mr. Payne was her crush and she sat watching him as the other students came in.

He was tall, dark and handsome, just the way she liked them. His hair was dark brown, almost black, with brown eyes and a mustache. He wore black slacks and a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up revealing the black hair on his arms. She could see that he wore a white undershirt and she wondered if he wore briefs or boxers. He was wearing a wedding ring. She was checking him out, daydreaming and twirling her hair. She popped a bubble with her gum.