The dome
The last public show had ended and the house was mine. I am thirty-four. I do not fuck anyone who works the booth with me. Jonas waited because I had told him in the lobby, lights up, that I wanted him after. He is thirty-seven. He is not staff. I stood in the aisle in the black coat, black turtleneck, trousers, and boots, silver-brown hair in a low knot, the dome dark, the seats empty. No show left. I told him the rest before I touched him. I want your cock in my ass. I have what we need in my coat. If I say eclipse, you stop and you step back. He said eclipse back to me, steady.
I locked the doors. I took the coat off only after the word was his as well as mine. I put the bottle in his hand so he would know I had planned the dark, not stumbled into it. I bent over the back of a seat, told him to slick his cock, and told him I would take him at my speed. His cock pressed at my ass. I pushed back until his cock was in my ass, thick, the stretch I had wanted through the whole dull last reel. I said stay. He stayed. Then I said fuck my ass.
He fucked my ass in long strokes, hands on my hips, and I reached under and rubbed my cunt. My cunt was soaked from the asking. I told him I was going to come like that, his cock in my ass and my fingers on my cunt, and I wanted him to tell me I was taking it. He did. He said I was beautiful and filthy and that my ass was gripping his cock. The praise went through me like a hand. I fucked back onto his cock and rubbed my clit harder. I came with a raw sound in the empty dome, cunt pulsing, ass tight around his cock, knees soft against the seat.
I told him not to come inside. I wanted it on me. He pulled his cock out of my ass and stroked it, and he came across my ass in hot stripes while I held the seat and looked up into the dark. I used a cloth from my bag. Coat on. The knot was mostly intact. I walked him to the side door and did not give him a number from the booth. I slept alone. Eclipse had not been needed. The dome stayed dark, which is how I like to leave it.
