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A Night At The Metro free porn video
Before the inevitability of gentrification set in, Toronto's Metro Theatre stood for many years as the city's last full-screen porn cinema. And while more recent innovations in pornography (such as home video and later, the internet) had taken their toll, the Metro had things to offer which could not be had elsewhere. Living on the other side of town, I was an infrequent visitor to this one-time temple to sleazy entertainment, but on the occasions that I did, I'd usually have myself a good time. This story is about one such occasion.
Exiting the subway at Christie station, I could feel the tugging of my garters on the sheer black stockings I'd wore under my jeans. The matching corset under my jacket gave me good posture as I turned the corner onto Bloor Street. In the bag on my shoulder, I carried a number of items - a blonde wig, a pair of stiletto heels, large dangling clip-on earrings, a necklace, black silk opera gloves as well as one or two toys, some lube, lipstick and a large bottle of poppers. Crossing the street, the tatty, semi-dilapidated facade of the theatre hadn't changed in years, its' marquee boasting three cinemas (in all the years I'd gone there, I'd only been to cinema 1 & 2, I don't seem to recall the third one ever having actually been open) and various smaller signs indicating various, seemingly completely unrelated items for sale, such as hair products and car batteries. But I digress.
The Metro had seen better days, but there was a certain rank familiarity which assaulted the senses upon entering - a strong, pervasive funk that spoke of cigarettes, semen and God-only-knows what else. A quick exchange of cash for a ticket bought my entry, and I made my way to cinema one, the larger of the two. I preferred cinema one partly due to the upholstered, reclining high-backed seats (cinema two featured rows of hard, wood-and-metal seats), but also because the shadows cast were very deep, and very dark. That was important for me at the time, as I was still exceedingly cautious about being crossdressed outside the safety and security of home.
I had to stand awhile just inside the door to the cinema in order for my eyes to adjust to the inky blackness. On the screen, a well-proportioned woman was being enthusiastically spit-roasted by a pair of musclebound men, the sound largely that of their scrotums slapping alternately against her chin and her inner thighs. I scanned the rows of seats - there were perhaps two or two-and-a-half dozen people s**ttered around, mostly sitting alone, but here and there in twos and occasionally in threes. Considering cinema one had seating capacity for six or seven hundred people, it was in fact largely empty. That familiar, funky odour I'd first detected in the lobby was almost overwhelming now.
My favourite place to sit was in the back row on the left-hand side, just in front of a disused booth which might at one point in the building's long history have served as the usher's station. There hadn't been an usher at the Metro in decades, however it did afford me an added degree of privacy while I removed my street clothes and rummaged through my bag for the various accoutrements I needed to play en femme. The walls behind and to the left of me were streaked with dried-on sperm, and a certain stickiness to he floor clung to the soles of my shoes. I quickly slipped out of my workaday appearance and into that of my femme alter ego. All the while, a steady trickle of men made their way up and down the aisles, necks craning left and right in furtive attempts to make eye contact in the dark.
With my outerwear safely stowed, I settled back into my seat and took in the action on the big screen. The scene had changed to an outdoor sequence, a blonde woman in heavy makeup deepthroating a well-endowed black man while on her knees. A voice off-camera encouraged the blonde to "take it all the way" as she gagged, her mascara running with tears while she gazed directly into the camera. I was subtly mesmerized by the sight of her, wishing I could be her, wishing it was me having a long, stiff cock poking and thrusting inside my throat.
It was while my attention was focused on the screen that one of the passersby had noticed me sitting alone in the back row. I suppose it was the blonde wig which he must have spotted, but before I knew it, a heavyset man sat himself down to the right of me, without saying a word. I turned and looked him over - mid-fifties, salt-and-pepper hair, a thick moustache - and he smelled freshly showered, a hint of cologne mixing with the scent of flavoured tobacco. He turned and smiled silently, then craned his neck to my right ear.
"You look lovely", he whispered, as I felt his large, warm hand settle on my right thigh, "lovely enough to eat." And with that, he moved his hand to my left shoulder, pulling me towards his open mouth for what became a long and passionate kiss. My world shrank suddenly then, as I melted into his forceful yet gentle embrace. I no longer cared anything about what was happening in the movie, if I ever really did - after all, I wasn't actually here for the film, now was I?
At some point he directed my hand to the front of his rapidly-tenting pants (okay, so he was wearing track pants, not my favourite look on a man, but not a bad choice either considering where he was and what he was getting up to). This man was large. Very large. He had to have been twice as long as me at the least - and he was also rather thick. Not bad.
He shimmied up out of the seat to free himself from his confines, my eyes glued to the sight of his now fully-erect penis waving before me. I could feel the heat emanating from it, even a half-foot. My saliva glands suddenly began working overtime, in anticipation of what was to follow. Reaching behind my head with his left hand, I felt myself being directed to kneel on the filthy floor of the back row.
"Good girl", he rumbled at me in the dark, as I opened my painted lips wide and he continued to cradle my head, "open up for Daddy!"
I looked up into his eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth. He sighed deep and low, as a look of blissful contentment came over him. He held me there, his left hand firmly behind my head, while his right hand came to grip my shoulder. His cock pressed against the back of my mouth, while telling me that Daddy loves his little girls' whore mouth and that he hoped I wouldn't disappoint him. And with that, he penetrated my throat roughly. I caught my gag reflex in time, and my new Daddy slapped me with his right hand, warning me not to sc**** his dick with my teeth. I concentrated on keeping myself from gagging as he thrusted deeper in, his free hand now stroking my neck and shoulder.
"You love this, don't you", he asked in that deep growling voice of his, "you love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you?" He tightened his grip on my head as he picked up his pace, openly fucking my mouth and throat there in the back row.
"Give it to that sissy bitch", I heard another voice say, "fuck her mouth good!" I tried looking to the left to see who had said that, but was slapped again harder and in a now-stern voice told once again to "open up for Daddy". All I could do at this point was to relax myself further and simply let this man fuck my face to completion. I didn't have to wait long. Very soon he was roaring like a bear as volley after copious volley of sperm erupted all over the back of my mouth. Only then did his grip on my head loosen. He pulled out, slid his pants back up, turned and made his way back to the aisle. That was when I realized I'd attracted a number of men, most of whom were standing in the next couple of rows down, playing with their cocks while I'd been skullfucked by the man with the salt-and-pepper hair.
Feeling the sticky floor tug at the knees of my sheer stockings, I sat back up in my chair to take a breather. But it didn't last long. A younger guy made his way to me, telling me how he'd enjoyed the show. He reached between my legs and fished around for my sissy clitty. I responded by spreading myself wide and let him pull my panties to one side.
I reached into my bag and took out the bottle of poppers. He'd begun to suck and lick me to stiffness. I placed the brown bottle up under my nostril and inhaled deeply. The world began to spin. The sounds of a****l lust from the movie swirled through my ears as I gave over to the pleasure this young man was freely giving to me. While he sucked me off I felt other sets of hands, caressing my shoulders, reaching inside my corset to cup and play with my breasts. I found myself pulling on one man's cock to my right, while another man tongue-kissed me from the left. All around me was hot, sexual energy. I erupted inside the young man's mouth, and I felt him swallow every drop.
The man whose cock I was pulling sat himself beside me, to my right. At first, I thought he wanted me to go down on him, but the guy on my left seemed to be directing things. In a sequence that would have been too fast for me to follow even if I hadn't had a head full of poppers, I found the man on my left had forcefully twisted me around so that I found myself facing the cum-stained wall behind the back row. I was uncomfortable in that position, so I tried to shift myself - only to find that I was pinned in place. He continued to tongue my mouth (I'd long-since lost any remaining traces of lipstick) while the man who'd been sitting to my right moved behind me.
As it turned out, the two were friends who'd come in together while I was getting skullfucked earlier. While the one kept me pinned, the other mounted me. Again, the voice I'd heard before - the one who told the salt-and-pepper man to fuck my mouth good - spoke over the sounds of the porno film, this time much closer than before:
"Oh fuck yeah", he hissed, "screw that fucking pussy, man - bust her wide fucking open!"
I knew I was about to get fucked. Hard. But I was clenched up, because of the suddenness of the situation. I tried to relax, and found myself wishing I still had that bottle of poppers to hand, but I couldn't move. And then I was being penetrated. It hurt; I tried shifting position to get it at a better angle but the man on my left kept holding me down while his friend went balls deep. It was at this point that the bottle re-appeared under my nose. The man on my left held it there, first under my right nostril, then under my left. I felt my pussy go slack -and then I felt myself being fucked like a rag doll.
The man fucking me slipped his left hand over my mouth, presumably to stifle any sounds I might've made. He shuddered and thrust inside of me, stretching me out around his invasive member.
"I'm cumming" was all he said as he went rigid inside me. I could feel him inseminating me with his load, his cock twitching as he did so. When he pulled out I know his sperm was dribbling from me, I could hear it drip onto the seat. But before I had a chance, his friend on my left swung himself behind me and took his place. "You fucking faggot, this is what you get - take my fucking cock, you bitch" he spat as he forced his cock up inside me, using his friends' cum as lube to fuck me a second time. This time it went easier, as his cock wasn't quite as thick as the first to violate me.
I found myself being made to turn my head to the right as his cock continued to pound relentlessly at me. "My turn", said the mystery voice that had been goading the others earlier. A hand then pulled my jaw down and open while another cock stuffed itself into my mouth.
"Fucking slut", spoke the mystery voice. "Feed her more poppers" said the man whose cock was thrusting in and out of me with no signs of cumming any time soon. The bottle once again was under my nose and I inhaled deeply, as much as I could before it was taken away. My head was swimming with euphoria; I found myself thrusting back to meet my assailant's cock. I could hear the man in my mouth take a hit from the brown bottle and, within moments, he groaned loudly as he shot his load into my mouth.
The man in my ass then pulled out, almost entirely, ejaculating his first volley just inside my anal ring, before subsequently burying himself entirely to finish.Both pulled out at or around the same time, leaving me to collapse in a sweating, totally fucked-out heap.
The men drifted away from the back row, and after a few minutes' time I decided I'd had all the action I wanted for one night. Once I had my street clothes on again, it came as a bit of a surprise to discover that I'd been in the Metro a little less than five hours. Time had indeed flown by. On my way out the cinema doors, I was approached by one of the two men who had fucked me - he said he thought I was incredibly hot, and gave me his number (and yes I got in touch with him but that's another story).
Exiting the subway at Christie station, I could feel the tugging of my garters on the sheer black stockings I'd wore under my jeans. The matching corset under my jacket gave me good posture as I turned the corner onto Bloor Street. In the bag on my shoulder, I carried a number of items - a blonde wig, a pair of stiletto heels, large dangling clip-on earrings, a necklace, black silk opera gloves as well as one or two toys, some lube, lipstick and a large bottle of poppers. Crossing the street, the tatty, semi-dilapidated facade of the theatre hadn't changed in years, its' marquee boasting three cinemas (in all the years I'd gone there, I'd only been to cinema 1 & 2, I don't seem to recall the third one ever having actually been open) and various smaller signs indicating various, seemingly completely unrelated items for sale, such as hair products and car batteries. But I digress.
The Metro had seen better days, but there was a certain rank familiarity which assaulted the senses upon entering - a strong, pervasive funk that spoke of cigarettes, semen and God-only-knows what else. A quick exchange of cash for a ticket bought my entry, and I made my way to cinema one, the larger of the two. I preferred cinema one partly due to the upholstered, reclining high-backed seats (cinema two featured rows of hard, wood-and-metal seats), but also because the shadows cast were very deep, and very dark. That was important for me at the time, as I was still exceedingly cautious about being crossdressed outside the safety and security of home.
I had to stand awhile just inside the door to the cinema in order for my eyes to adjust to the inky blackness. On the screen, a well-proportioned woman was being enthusiastically spit-roasted by a pair of musclebound men, the sound largely that of their scrotums slapping alternately against her chin and her inner thighs. I scanned the rows of seats - there were perhaps two or two-and-a-half dozen people s**ttered around, mostly sitting alone, but here and there in twos and occasionally in threes. Considering cinema one had seating capacity for six or seven hundred people, it was in fact largely empty. That familiar, funky odour I'd first detected in the lobby was almost overwhelming now.
My favourite place to sit was in the back row on the left-hand side, just in front of a disused booth which might at one point in the building's long history have served as the usher's station. There hadn't been an usher at the Metro in decades, however it did afford me an added degree of privacy while I removed my street clothes and rummaged through my bag for the various accoutrements I needed to play en femme. The walls behind and to the left of me were streaked with dried-on sperm, and a certain stickiness to he floor clung to the soles of my shoes. I quickly slipped out of my workaday appearance and into that of my femme alter ego. All the while, a steady trickle of men made their way up and down the aisles, necks craning left and right in furtive attempts to make eye contact in the dark.
With my outerwear safely stowed, I settled back into my seat and took in the action on the big screen. The scene had changed to an outdoor sequence, a blonde woman in heavy makeup deepthroating a well-endowed black man while on her knees. A voice off-camera encouraged the blonde to "take it all the way" as she gagged, her mascara running with tears while she gazed directly into the camera. I was subtly mesmerized by the sight of her, wishing I could be her, wishing it was me having a long, stiff cock poking and thrusting inside my throat.
It was while my attention was focused on the screen that one of the passersby had noticed me sitting alone in the back row. I suppose it was the blonde wig which he must have spotted, but before I knew it, a heavyset man sat himself down to the right of me, without saying a word. I turned and looked him over - mid-fifties, salt-and-pepper hair, a thick moustache - and he smelled freshly showered, a hint of cologne mixing with the scent of flavoured tobacco. He turned and smiled silently, then craned his neck to my right ear.
"You look lovely", he whispered, as I felt his large, warm hand settle on my right thigh, "lovely enough to eat." And with that, he moved his hand to my left shoulder, pulling me towards his open mouth for what became a long and passionate kiss. My world shrank suddenly then, as I melted into his forceful yet gentle embrace. I no longer cared anything about what was happening in the movie, if I ever really did - after all, I wasn't actually here for the film, now was I?
At some point he directed my hand to the front of his rapidly-tenting pants (okay, so he was wearing track pants, not my favourite look on a man, but not a bad choice either considering where he was and what he was getting up to). This man was large. Very large. He had to have been twice as long as me at the least - and he was also rather thick. Not bad.
He shimmied up out of the seat to free himself from his confines, my eyes glued to the sight of his now fully-erect penis waving before me. I could feel the heat emanating from it, even a half-foot. My saliva glands suddenly began working overtime, in anticipation of what was to follow. Reaching behind my head with his left hand, I felt myself being directed to kneel on the filthy floor of the back row.
"Good girl", he rumbled at me in the dark, as I opened my painted lips wide and he continued to cradle my head, "open up for Daddy!"
I looked up into his eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth. He sighed deep and low, as a look of blissful contentment came over him. He held me there, his left hand firmly behind my head, while his right hand came to grip my shoulder. His cock pressed against the back of my mouth, while telling me that Daddy loves his little girls' whore mouth and that he hoped I wouldn't disappoint him. And with that, he penetrated my throat roughly. I caught my gag reflex in time, and my new Daddy slapped me with his right hand, warning me not to sc**** his dick with my teeth. I concentrated on keeping myself from gagging as he thrusted deeper in, his free hand now stroking my neck and shoulder.
"You love this, don't you", he asked in that deep growling voice of his, "you love sucking Daddy's cock, don't you?" He tightened his grip on my head as he picked up his pace, openly fucking my mouth and throat there in the back row.
"Give it to that sissy bitch", I heard another voice say, "fuck her mouth good!" I tried looking to the left to see who had said that, but was slapped again harder and in a now-stern voice told once again to "open up for Daddy". All I could do at this point was to relax myself further and simply let this man fuck my face to completion. I didn't have to wait long. Very soon he was roaring like a bear as volley after copious volley of sperm erupted all over the back of my mouth. Only then did his grip on my head loosen. He pulled out, slid his pants back up, turned and made his way back to the aisle. That was when I realized I'd attracted a number of men, most of whom were standing in the next couple of rows down, playing with their cocks while I'd been skullfucked by the man with the salt-and-pepper hair.
Feeling the sticky floor tug at the knees of my sheer stockings, I sat back up in my chair to take a breather. But it didn't last long. A younger guy made his way to me, telling me how he'd enjoyed the show. He reached between my legs and fished around for my sissy clitty. I responded by spreading myself wide and let him pull my panties to one side.
I reached into my bag and took out the bottle of poppers. He'd begun to suck and lick me to stiffness. I placed the brown bottle up under my nostril and inhaled deeply. The world began to spin. The sounds of a****l lust from the movie swirled through my ears as I gave over to the pleasure this young man was freely giving to me. While he sucked me off I felt other sets of hands, caressing my shoulders, reaching inside my corset to cup and play with my breasts. I found myself pulling on one man's cock to my right, while another man tongue-kissed me from the left. All around me was hot, sexual energy. I erupted inside the young man's mouth, and I felt him swallow every drop.
The man whose cock I was pulling sat himself beside me, to my right. At first, I thought he wanted me to go down on him, but the guy on my left seemed to be directing things. In a sequence that would have been too fast for me to follow even if I hadn't had a head full of poppers, I found the man on my left had forcefully twisted me around so that I found myself facing the cum-stained wall behind the back row. I was uncomfortable in that position, so I tried to shift myself - only to find that I was pinned in place. He continued to tongue my mouth (I'd long-since lost any remaining traces of lipstick) while the man who'd been sitting to my right moved behind me.
As it turned out, the two were friends who'd come in together while I was getting skullfucked earlier. While the one kept me pinned, the other mounted me. Again, the voice I'd heard before - the one who told the salt-and-pepper man to fuck my mouth good - spoke over the sounds of the porno film, this time much closer than before:
"Oh fuck yeah", he hissed, "screw that fucking pussy, man - bust her wide fucking open!"
I knew I was about to get fucked. Hard. But I was clenched up, because of the suddenness of the situation. I tried to relax, and found myself wishing I still had that bottle of poppers to hand, but I couldn't move. And then I was being penetrated. It hurt; I tried shifting position to get it at a better angle but the man on my left kept holding me down while his friend went balls deep. It was at this point that the bottle re-appeared under my nose. The man on my left held it there, first under my right nostril, then under my left. I felt my pussy go slack -and then I felt myself being fucked like a rag doll.
The man fucking me slipped his left hand over my mouth, presumably to stifle any sounds I might've made. He shuddered and thrust inside of me, stretching me out around his invasive member.
"I'm cumming" was all he said as he went rigid inside me. I could feel him inseminating me with his load, his cock twitching as he did so. When he pulled out I know his sperm was dribbling from me, I could hear it drip onto the seat. But before I had a chance, his friend on my left swung himself behind me and took his place. "You fucking faggot, this is what you get - take my fucking cock, you bitch" he spat as he forced his cock up inside me, using his friends' cum as lube to fuck me a second time. This time it went easier, as his cock wasn't quite as thick as the first to violate me.
I found myself being made to turn my head to the right as his cock continued to pound relentlessly at me. "My turn", said the mystery voice that had been goading the others earlier. A hand then pulled my jaw down and open while another cock stuffed itself into my mouth.
"Fucking slut", spoke the mystery voice. "Feed her more poppers" said the man whose cock was thrusting in and out of me with no signs of cumming any time soon. The bottle once again was under my nose and I inhaled deeply, as much as I could before it was taken away. My head was swimming with euphoria; I found myself thrusting back to meet my assailant's cock. I could hear the man in my mouth take a hit from the brown bottle and, within moments, he groaned loudly as he shot his load into my mouth.
The man in my ass then pulled out, almost entirely, ejaculating his first volley just inside my anal ring, before subsequently burying himself entirely to finish.Both pulled out at or around the same time, leaving me to collapse in a sweating, totally fucked-out heap.
The men drifted away from the back row, and after a few minutes' time I decided I'd had all the action I wanted for one night. Once I had my street clothes on again, it came as a bit of a surprise to discover that I'd been in the Metro a little less than five hours. Time had indeed flown by. On my way out the cinema doors, I was approached by one of the two men who had fucked me - he said he thought I was incredibly hot, and gave me his number (and yes I got in touch with him but that's another story).
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