AUDREY GROPED AND SCREWED IN THE CINEMA BY TWO COCK ROBINS
by Hamlet



Audrey should have home to her husband, but as she passed the Savoy cinema in
Grantham, she saw that a film she had wanted to see was now in the cinema, a
romance. She bit her lip, and then shrugged - she was slightly overdressed in
an attractive button up dress - but she decided to see the film.

There was an hour before it started, so she had several drinks in a nearby
pub, and then went back in. She bought some sweets and a small drink and tried
to walk steadily into the movie. She smiled at two handsome leather clad
blonde guys as she found the cinema but failed to notice how they stared at
her curvaceous body through the tight dress.

Torvald and Jorg the Norse Cock Robins watched her go into the cinema, and
then smiled at themselves. Jorg noticed several of the buttons at the bottom
were undone, but it was fastened all the way up to her slim neck.

They smiled at each other again, and turned to follow her into the movie to
see if she sat with anyone. Worth a shot, their look said.

Audrey sat down, and as the previews were going off a tall leather clad man
sat right next to her. She glanced at him, and thought he might be one of the
guys she had seen in the hallway, but put it out of her mind; she was catching
a pleasant buzz in her head, perhaps she shouldn't have had that last shot in
the pub.

The movie started, and a few minutes in they laughed at something - the
leather guy beside her leaned over slightly and whispered, "That was funny" as
he squeezed her shoulder.

Audrey nodded, trying to ignore his presence, but his leather gloved hand
stayed on her shoulder after he squeezed it; in fact he began gently rubbing
her shoulder as he introduced himself.

Audrey squirmed slightly, trying to let him know she didn't appreciate being
touched by a stranger, but it had the unfortunate effect of shifting his hand
slightly onto her chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered - "It's just that your dress is so soft, what kind
of fabric is it?" he asked. Audrey noticed that he was now rubbing the fabric
in slightly larger circles, moving further onto her slim chest near her collar
bone - well above her breasts.

Her breath seemed frozen in her throat - the man was so casual, yet that
simple touch had Audrey twisting softly in her seat. "It's - it's some kind of
cotton material," she whispered back, trying to pretend to concentrate on the
movie.

"I don't think my husband would like you feeling how soft it is, anyway," she
said; both of her small hands were clasped in her lap so the man would not see
them tremble.

His leather gloved hand slipped a bit lower, and she started when his fingers
brushed against the upper slope of her left breast and she could feel the
leather against her skin.

"Is your husband here now?" he asked, his fingers now going back upwards, and
then to her shoulder - then back to the centre of her collarbone, where his
thick fingers toyed with one of the small buttons there.

"No, I came alone," she said. His hand was rubbing in circles again. Audrey
swallowed heavily.

"It's just so soft, I wonder what the fabric is made of - do you mind if I
feel it for just a moment more?" he whispered in her ear with his commanding
voice

"I . . ." Audrey shifted again; she knew she should say something, but then
another leather man sat next to her on the other side. She glanced at the new
guy; he was a bit older than her, and not quite as handsome as the one on her
left-hand side. She bit her lip, and looked back at the movie, and did not try
to push Torvalds's hand away for some reason.

A few scenes went by, and she laughed a few times, but she was supremely aware
of Torvalds's hand on her chest, feeling how soft the fabric of her dress was.
That hand was drifting lower and lower; in fact she could feel his hand
exploring how her breast was pushed up by the little half cup bra she was
wearing.

Then his hand was slipping all the way onto her full, firm breast; he began
rubbing his hand in a circular motion against her pulsing tit mound, her
nipple hard against his palm. Audrey breathed heavily - every part of her was
screaming at her to get up and storm off, to push his hand off of her breast
and slap him, to call the cinema security and have him arrested!

Instead, she found herself wishing that the guy on her right would not notice.
She glanced at Torvald and asked him quite politely to stop what he was doing.
He refused and instead he bent and kissed her - that took her by surprise. His
hand hand began squeezing her firm breast in earnest, and his lips pushed
against hers, silencing her soft protestations. His tongue licked her lips,
and then her teeth, and then he was slipping his tongue deep inside of her
panting, softly protesting mouth.

What the hell was happening? Audrey thought. Her body was in turmoil, and her
nipple was itching crazily as the man squeezed and rubbed her super soft
mound. Audrey could not stop panting into the guys mouth - he was a very good
kisser - and tried to remember that she was in a cinema making out with a guy
she didn't even know.

Somehow the kiss ended - there was nothing subtle now about the way Torvalds's
hand was working at her breast - he had bent down, and now started licking and
kissing and biting the side of her neck. Audrey bit her lip and shuddered
softly, then started when she felt a hand on her leg from the other side of
her.

"Ma'am, I'm Jorg, is this guy bothering you?"

His hand squeezed her slim thigh through the thigh high stockings she had on.
She swallowed, and then breathed a sigh of relief when Torvald stopped rubbing
and squeezing her breast. Thank God, he had stopped!

Then he smoothly reached up and unfastened the top button of her dress.

Jorg's leather gloved hand squeezed her thigh again and started rubbing up and
down her leg. Audrey's breath burned in her throat, and Torvald began
exploring her shell-like ear with his hot, nimble tongue. Audrey's eyes rolled
up into the back of her head slightly; she felt his hand unfastening another
button.

"I don't think you should be unfastening my button's," she said softly - she
felt something against her hand, and blinked down to see Jorg's leather clad
hand now rubbing up and down her slim legs, from her knee up to the edge of
her skirt. What she felt against her hands was the skirt; each time he slid
his hand upwards, it would go just a bit higher, gradually bunching her skirt
up higher - her hands were helping to hold it down.

"You - you seem really attractive," she said in a trembling voice, and finally
clasped her hands, and gripped the two armrests. She tried to act casually -
these Norse guys were just being a bit naughty, that's all. She looked down,
and saw the Jorg's fingers were disappearing routinely beneath her skirt now
as his hand slid deeper between her thighs; she shifted, and her thighs spread
just a bit, her skirt rode up a bit higher.

She saw Torvalds hand more clearly now; he was unfastening the sixth or
seventh button, and this one began exposing her well defined cleavage. He had
done two more before she had the nerve to say in a steady voice,

"OK, I think that is far enough now,!" and somehow pushed his hand away from
her dress.

"OK," he smiled, "I'll go back to feeling how soft it is, shall I?" he said,
and then was cupping her other breast, now through the loosened dress. Audrey
sat shocked and turned to Jorg.

"What - what do you think I should do?" she whispered. Torvald began pinching,
twisting and tugging on her nipple as she looked up at Jorg, her mouth sagging
open slightly. She dimly felt his hand, pushing her skirt higher, slipping off
the top of her stockings.

Jorg bent and kissed her too, and Audrey lost herself in this kiss as well;
her body twisted, and at some point his hand come in contact with her pouting
pussy lips through the thin fabric of the silk panties she had chosen today.

She whimpered and grunted into his mouth as she got off, her hips twisting so
her hungry pussy was rubbing harder against his skilled hand. She tried to
remain quiet - both of the men were now sucking and licking her shuddering,
firm, upthrust breasts, her dress was undone to her waist and her bra had
snapped open exposing her breast.

"Ohn, oh God, I can't believe this!" she gasped, and watched as Jorg stood up,
and stepped in front of her. He quickly opened his pants, and slapped her
startled face with his thick Cock, then rubbed the turgid head over her half
open lips.

Audrey froze; his Cock head was already leaking juices. It pushed against her
lips, and pushed her slack jaws further apart, then it was all the way in her
mouth, resting on her tongue. She held still as the man began swaying back and
forth - she couldn't believe she was giving some stranger a blowjob in the
cinema!

She was sucking softly on his thick rod, and gagged slightly as his fat Cock
began bumping into the back of her throat. Her tongue licked and curled around
his shaft helplessly. She felt her dress loosened the rest of the way, and
then there were leather clad fingers again exploring her most private place.

In minutes, Audrey was shuddering through another orgasm. She was dimly aware
of Jorg holding her hair, fucking her face deliberately; when she was halfway
calmed down from the orgasm, he began shooting his thick cum into her mouth.
Audrey swallowed desperately to try to get it all, and he finally pulled his
Cock from her still sucking mouth.

"Here you go, dearie!" Torvald said, and quickly rearranged her so she was
facing the back of the cinema, her hands on the back of the chair.

"Don't worry, dear" Torvald said again. He pushed her over a bit more, and
then she felt something fat against her pouting, wet pussy lips, and moaned
deeply as he rocked forward, pushing his bulbous Cock knob into the tight
confines of her juicy, hot pussy.

"Ohnnn, , please, I just came here to watch a movie," Audrey said to Jorg. He
was standing up now; his hands went to her aching, swollen breasts as Torvald
began fucking her hard with longer strokes, now six inches of him in her,
sliding in and out while Jorg in front of her had her gasping and panting at
the way he was pinching and twisting her nipples.

By the time Torvald's Cock was in her fully and his hips were slapping against
her plush ass, Jorg pulled his Cock out and shoved it into her slack jawed
mouth with little more than a token protest.

Audrey couldn't help herself - she sucked on Jorg's thick Cock as Torvald set
the pace behind her with his long ruthless strokes, and she began bouncing
back and forth between the two men , deepthroating Jorg on the way forward,
impaling herself on Torvald's fat rod on the way back.

She whimpered and got off again, and once again she found that a load of
boiling hot sperm awaited her hungry tongue as she came down; she couldn't
catch it all, some of it dripped to her sweating, heaving tits.

Audrey tried not cry, and gathered her dress around her Her trembling hands
fastened her dress as well as she could, but she was uncomfortably aware that
her bra had simply disappeared, and her dress was unfastened enough to show a
good amount of her cleavage.

Torvald whispered in her ear as he held her throat in his powerful leather
gloved hand

DON'T WORRY YOU WHORE!

WE WILL RETURN!!

TO BE CONTINUED

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