Desires of passion

Living the teenage dream

Jordan's POV
We get to the theater and get everything we need for the movie.
Halfway through our movie, I felt Randy's hand begin to creep up my thigh. I push his hand back down absent minded, too into the movie to think about what I was doing. We were sat in the back row in the dark theatre which is why I guess Randy felt comfortable threading his fingers through my hair and tugging my face down into his lap. I whine softly gaining a hush from Randy who's eyes were still on the screen. I nuzzle my face into his pants as he grinds his cock against my face "go on whore take it out." He groans lowly at me not moving his hand from my head that was still pushed into his lap. Thinking quick, I pull his zipper down with my teeth, getting a head pet in reward. Staring down at his crotch, I frown unsure of how to get his dick through his boxers without the aid of my hands. I look up as much as I can to see Randy still watching the movie expressionless. I nuzzle him again as he gives in and pulls himself out for me. I lick my lips before going to town on him, loving the rush of knowing we could get caught any minute. I suck and slurp away trying the best I can to please Randy as he continues to ignore me, not giving any signs of having his dick sucked in a room full of people. I continue to bob my head until the large hand weaved through my hair pulls once more. This time he pulls me to my feet. Pushing my shorts and panties to the side, Randy pulls me down on his lap pushing his cock into me at the same time. I hiss at the sensation of me stretching. Randy holds my hips and he silently pounds into me, biting my neck as he does. I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensations trying so hard not to make a sound. "Go on you little slut, call my name. Scream. Let everyone in here know what a whore you are. Such a dirty little cum slut letting me fuck you in front of all of these people. You would love it if they turned around and noticed you getting spilt by my cock wouldn't you? You hope I would let them take my little slutty princess for a ride huh?" Randy growls rasply in my ear getting me closer to my orgasm. "Please, please " I whisper over and over needing to cum. "Please what baby?" He asks while slowing down his thrusts, causing me to whine out "Please let me cum master !" I squeal as quietly as humanly possible biting down on my lip. "Cum, baby girl." He orders with a deep grunt as I let go and cum all over his cock. I slump back into Randy as he rubs my stomach still hard inside of me. "Shh baby, it's daddy's turn." He says softly still rubbing my stomach as he pumps slowly into me as my head finds the crook of his neck. Randy cums just as the credits start to play. We quickly put our selves away and sit in our own seats. "Good?" He asks smiling as I stare up at him with wide eyes blushing nodding slightly.
I comb my hand through my hair, trying to fix it before feeling Randy's hand on the back of my neck. He pulls me close to him and brings his lips to my ear "Such a cute exhibitionist" he whispers in my ear, causing me to blush darkly and whimper.
Courtney POV
Dean and I say goodbye to Sami later in the night. And sit silently on the couch not looking at one another, I was still embarrassed from my earlier outburst with Sami. "Come on darlin you can't really be mad at me?" Dean asks sounding on the edge of annoyed and exasperated. I look up at him and roll my eyes dramatically "you didn't have to fucking tell him asshole!" I whine stomping my foot childishly. Before I could even register it Dean moves lightning fast and grabs my neck in his large calloused hand. "Drop the attitude and we can talk about this, continue being a brat and I'll assume all this was a ploy to get punished." He growls out making hard eye contact his face void of emotion. I try to tug my face away only to have it tugged back violently, his grip tightening enough to start to cut off air. "I'll give you one more damn try before I lose my patience. Behave." He demands, eyes drowning in anger as I stare definitely ahead not bothering to pay him any attention. "That's it." He mutters as he grabs a handful of hair and pulls me down across his lap. I struggle to get free with his hand splayed across my back keeping me in place. Dean reaches around and slide my tight skirt up my back and my panties to the ground laying a quick sharp smack on my ass. I whine and fight harder to get away as the blows keep coming. "You had your chance to be good and talk , now you are going to listen. Sami doesn't care one way or another how we fuck. Sami has known about it since we met and of course I told him when we got together he is my best friend. Jordan knows, does she not? What's the difference? Hmm my little brat?" He asks finally letting up on the spanks that I had finally gone limp to. I whimper our a sob trying to hold my cries in thinking his sentence over. I did tell Jordan and he did say he didn't say I was a freak why am I so worked up anyway?
"I'm sorry master." I hiccup rubbing my wet face into Deans knee trying to get any comfort I could out of the man. He pulls me up onto my red bottom causing me to shriek slightly the pain searing up my body. "You were not a good girl today, you acted up and made a scene. You will go and kneel in the corner and think about everything that happened today until I tell you to get up. Then you will come and make it up to me. Understand?" He asks as I nod silently black tears still running down my checks. "Up you go then." He demands pulling me to my feet and slapping my ass again to get me moving.
I shuffle across the room over to the corner Dean had pointed to and fall to my knees my hands clasping behind my back. As I stare at the wall I hear dean moving about the room around me completely ignoring my presence. He goes into the bedroom for a while before coming back out and throwing himself on the couch turning on the tv and the PlayStation. I hear him fiddle around with it for a few seconds until I hear loud talking, several people over each other. I strain to listen confused until I hear a familiar name being called "Come on Vicky!" A man hollers as the girls music plays through the tv speakers. Dean was watching old CZW videos on YouTube? Why would he watch her videos and not his or his friends? I wonder until I hear the old sound of my own music a song I vaguely remember through all the pain and adrenaline I was always under. The video continues to play, it was a normal match that I had brought out a metal bat in the middle of and beat the girls back and abdomen with to get a shot at the belt.