I get dominated by a virgin boy on our first movie date [FM]

I'm 28, petite f. I've been slowly exploring my slutty side, both online and in real life, ever since I gauged my long-distance fiancé's interest in cuckolding.

So, I met this guy online a few weeks ago. He was a cute college kid, 19 years old and a virgin. We decided to meet to see the vibes, for our date, we decided to keep it simple and go to the movies. When I got there, he told me I looked like a librarian. (WTF!) I was wearing glasses, a casual button-down shirt, and a knee-length skirt. He was cocky in real life and way different from the version I spoke with online.

Anyway, cutting to the chase and our awkward conversation, we went into the theater. It was a weekday afternoon, and there were very few people there. We sat in the back row. I honestly thought he was harmless and, being much younger than me and a virgin, he'd just play along, but God, I was wrong.

Once the movie started, I could feel his hand on my thigh. I slapped his wrist playfully the first time and laughed the second time, pushing his hand away. But he was persistent. He moved his hand between my legs again, this time sliding my skirt further up with his fingers. I tried to lift his hand off me, but he didn't budge, and I spread them further for him.

His fingers danced along the edge of my skirt, teasing the soft fabric until it rested dangerously high on my thighs. I glanced around the dimly lit theater, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement at the thought of getting caught. The scattered patrons were too engrossed in the film to notice us, or perhaps they simply chose to look the other way. The thrill of the situation sent a shiver down my spine.

He slid his hand under my skirt, his fingers finding the lace of my panties. I felt a thrill run through me as he traced the delicate fabric, and then, without hesitation, he slipped his fingers beneath them, pushing them aside.

I gasped as his fingers found their way inside me, teasing and exploring with surprising confidence. I felt my body respond, growing wetter with each deliberate movement. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as he continued, his fingers working magic that made me feel weak and utterly submissive to his desires. I could feel myself losing control, each touch pushing me closer to the edge. I was a puppet to his every move, my body bending to his will, craving more with every passing second. He continued to finger me until I was trembling with pleasure, feeling myself inching toward a climax I couldn't resist.

But he pulled away, He reached up and began to fondle my breasts through my shirt, his hands unbuttoning it deftly until it fell open. My bra soon followed, and he removed it entirely, leaving me exposed. He cleaned his fingers with the cup of my bra, smirking as he tucked it into his pocket like a trophy.

His mouth descended on my breasts, and I arched my back as he devoured them hungrily. His tongue circled my nipples before he bit down, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain through me. I gasped at the sensation, my body responding to every nip and suck.

He lifted my hand and placed it on his jeans, and I felt the stiffness beneath the fabric. He was bigger than I expected, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. His breath was hot on my skin as he demanded, "Take care of me."

I unzipped his jeans, releasing his erection. It sprung free, thick and hard, and my breath hitched at the sight of it. I started to give him a handjob, feeling the weight and heat of him in my palm, but after a few strokes, he pushed my head down insistently.

"Do what you're supposed to do," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I hesitated, glancing around the theater, worried about cameras or getting caught. But the sight of him, the urgency in his eyes, was impossible to resist. I leaned down, taking him into my mouth, tasting the salt and skin as he filled me.

He thrust into my mouth with a force that surprised me, hitting the back of my throat and making my eyes water. Either he had lied about being a virgin, or he had learned a lot from watching porn because he knew exactly what he was doing. My throat ached from the brutal pace, tears streaming from my eyes as he used my mouth, relentless and demanding.

As he thrust into my mouth, my glasses slipped down my nose, adding to the disheveled look. My hair fell out of its neat bun, cascading down my shoulders as he continued to rail my face. I could only imagine how I looked—a nerdy mess, glasses askew and lips stretched around his cock—but it only added to the thrill. The sensation of him taking control, the helplessness of being used so thoroughly, was intoxicating.

For ten long minutes, I struggled to keep up, coughing and choking, but he held my head firmly in place. He finally groaned deeply, pressing me down as he came, shooting hot ropes of cum down my throat. I swallowed instinctively, feeling a mix of submission and exhilaration at how thoroughly he had dominated me.

As I sat back, breathless and shaken, he slid his fingers back inside me, this time with two, working me until I was writhing in my seat, desperate for release. When I finally came, shuddering around his fingers, he made sure I licked them clean, tasting my own arousal mixed with his.

When the movie ended, he wanted to continue in his truck, but I had to leave, knowing I was already late. I asked for my bra back as we parted ways, but he just grinned, refusing to return it and leaving me to walk out of the theater with my shirt barely buttoned and no bra underneath.

As I was thinking about the whole thing today, I couldn't help but wonder: Was hereally a virgin, or did he just talk me into it? What do you all think of this encounter