Since the SluttyConfessions sub was being a bitch about letting my post go through and mods haven’t responded, I’ve decided to keep my story here as a diary:

A recounting of one of my successful trysts to a local adult theater…

After checking in with the clerk, there’s a separate door to a back room with somewhat of a foyer and a couple of bored-looking NPCs watching an old tube television affixed to a corner of the wall. The fun part is sauntering down the back corridor towards the theater rooms. There are two on the left and two on the right—the left is usually reserved for M4M, whereas the right side is more F4M-oriented but still some potential crossover if that’s your flavor. I select a room based on what flick is playing on that particular screen and pick a (preferably non-absorbent fabric) couch. Already, these horny men are converging in my chosen room after watching the best thing to show up all night/week/month cross their path. The energy is palpable and there’s a fair bit of anxiety for me in this moment—mentally preparing myself while a group of several men stroke themselves and their faces obscured by darkness, only briefly illuminated by whatever scene is on the screen.

I start to disrobe my already scantily-clad garments and begin warming myself up. Most of the time, the men are very respectful and keep their distance unless one gets bold and asks to sit next to me and/or stroke me (with permission). Or when I’m feeling especially powerful, I’ll assume my first position for the evening and give the subtlest nod or a “come hither” motion and literally get swarmed by anyone in the room, usually at least 6-10 depending on the crowd, plus more as newcomers filter in and out.

They surround me as I sit on the couch—a sea of heavy breathing and a dark cloak of cocks twitching for my attention. I pick my favorite or the one who was waiting the longest and start sucking him off while keeping my hands busy on the others. There’s so many ringed-hands stroking my breasts, thighs, between my legs, and even my feet sometimes, I literally cannot keep track and it’s enthralling and overwhelming all at the same time. After rotating my mouth between cocks I make sure my first friend knows to shove his dick as far down my throat as he can while he cums, so I can feel that twitch I so desperately crave when I gulp down his thick load. He does as he’s told, like a good boy, and mutters a hurried “thank you” as he steps aside for his brothers to get a taste.

There’s plenty of voyeurs, but I make my cum-hungry desires known for anyone bold enough to step up to the plate. At some point I’m on my knees on the couch facing towards the back and sucking off a guy who’s standing behind the couch, while another stranger fucks me from behind and blows his load in me without question. When one finishes, another steps up to the plate until my stomach and pussy are completely full. At the end I’m left wondering when I got cum on my feet but it’s all good. It’s so risky yet so incredibly hot to know that I can be this vessel for men to release themselves into as much as they want, then go back home to their normal lives.

When I’ve had my fill, I compose myself for the walk of pride back out of the establishment. From the looks I get on the way out, I’m sure at least some of the men got to have their way with me, but I’ll have no way of knowing—as it should be.