A Night At The Theater

Don’t let my sweet appearance fool you, I can be a total bitch. I realized just how bitchy I was a few nights ago. I went out to the theater to see a play that my friends had been raving about. It was Friday night and of course my phone was blowing up. What was I supposed to do, just not answer all my horny little friends? I was oblivious to how annoyed everyone around me was getting, not to mention a certain actor on the stage. After the play was over, I stayed in my seat to answer some texts and let the room clear out. I didn’t realize how long I had been sitting there until the lights went out and I heard the doors close and lock. I tried to get them open, but no luck. I heard some noise back stage and followed the sounds. I found a dressing room with a light shining beneath the door. I knocked and came face to face with one of the actors. His face was a little hard as he laid eyes on my, but I didn’t notice. I quickly explained what happened and told me to come inside, he would help me. As I walked in, he grabbed my hair and pushed me into the wall, pressing his body against the back of mine. He let me know quickly that he didn’t appreciate my rudeness and it was time that the spoiled socialite learned her lesson. His hand went up my dress and ripped my panties off. Three fingers found there way into my pussy, making me scream and buck against him. His strong arm held me against the wall. He commanded me to cum like the little whore that I was. I tried my hardest not to, but his probing fingers had my pussy gushing. I heard him laugh as he trailed those dripping fingers up my crack and eased them into my puckered hole. I began to fight at that point, slapping at him. He turned me around and spit in my face. I knew then that I was going to take my punishment. I had no choice. He bent me over, yanked my dress up and started working his cock into my tight ass. Every time I tried to stand up, I found my head pushed between my legs. I wrapped my arms around my calves to try to steady myself against his thrusts. He was a wild man. All of his anger went into the pounding I was taking. When blew inside me, I thought his assault was finally over… but he pulled me up and grabbed my face in his hand. The look in his eyes showed me that my punishment had just begun…