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Cry Uncle

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  • "Cry Uncle"

@DamienDraevon and I were visiting Wichita, Kansas, on July 27, 2020, with time to burn, so we decided to check out a couple of adult theaters which we've never been deep into before. We arrived at the last adult store, asked about the theater's layout and rules, and then entered the arcade/theater area…

We passed through the arcade area, checking for glory-holes. Sadly finding none, we headed down into an area where rooms (booths) made of divided walls began their run. Each one contained random chairs, couches, benches, and of course, televisions playing pornographic videos. We saw a man with his pants down around his ankles and his hard cock in his hand in one particular booth. Just as we approached to enter, another man exited. Finding not one but two possible dicks lost, we pressed on. We discovered further down the hallway a much larger theater section that had a single man present. Figuring that it was a good starting point, I slowly made my way to the back of the booth and sat on a wood bench that ran the wall. Damien moved across the room to sit and observe.

A few minutes after I sat down, a man I thought was familiar slowly made his way into the room. As he moved closer, I recognized him immediately as my maternal Uncle! I stood up and made my way to Damien and whispered my Uncle's name. He looked confused for a moment, so I repeated myself and watched him catch on after he glanced at my Uncle. This particular uncle is an elderly gentleman you might think had moved beyond sexual interest. Still, providing evidence that age can be just a number, he proved that where there's a will, there are ways. Another titillating and interesting fact about my Uncle is that he was a Pastor. Sadly, he recently endured the death of my Aunt. To say I was surprised to encounter him in an adult theater is an understatement. Given the loneliness I'm sure he feels, it's understandable. 

At this point, I was justifiably nervous that he'd recognize me, and things could very quickly turn awkward. Adding to that fact was that I wasn't really interested in doing anything sexual with a relative or anyone that advanced in age; I quickly left the room. At the same time, Damien stayed behind and casually observed him. He later informed me that my Uncle had sat down, removed his penis from his pants, and idly masturbated. Another surprise, but not exactly shocking, given the establishment. I wondered when he told me what my Uncle's penis looked like, but I quickly dismissed it.

By that time, I had moved to a smaller booth next door, figuring I wouldn't see him again, but someone else was bound to come along that I could entertain. I didn't wait long, but it turned out to be Damien, who came into the booth and gave me the update about my Uncle, and then we left that booth to continue exploring. As we entered the hallway to move backward to the front booths, I saw my Uncle leaving the larger theater and turn his head to look at me. I paused and decided to re-enter the large theater my Uncle had just left, thinking he was moving on. It helped that I watched a couple of men enter the room as he was leaving. 

I sat down again on a bench, and within moments my Uncle re-entered the room. This time he chose to sit on the same bench as I, only further away. Damien had wandered off at this point. I found myself sitting in a partially lit room with my Mother's brother watching a pornographic film with two other men present. I felt a little restless and pulled my feet on to the bench as Damien returned and sat down in a corner to observe… pretty much nothing. Why, you might ask? Because after a few minutes, my Uncle slowly got up and returned to the hallway. However, he remained in my line of sight, but outside of Damien's, with his pants' zipper down, where he stared at me. As he dropped his hand to his crotch, I slowly spread my legs open and ran my hand down my thigh to my exposed pussy. His response caught me a little off-guard; he stuck his tongue out at me as if to give me oral sex through the air, turned his head away, and then looked back at me to repeat the action before walking away. 

Intrigued but cautious, I waited a few minutes. I then walked out to the hallway to find him standing at the entryway to another booth. I walked past him, entering his booth, and sat down on a wooden bench against the wall. I brought my feet up onto the bench with my eyes on him and spread my thighs, exposing my vagina. I divided my attention and turned my head toward the screen to view a large black cock being stroked in and out of a creamy white pussy. Simultaneously, I dropped my hand between my thighs and slowly began to play with my own pussy. In my peripherals, I could see him watching me. I didn't know what he was going to do, but I waited. It wasn't a long wait. He took a few steps into the room, continuing to watch me, and dropped his hand into the open crotch of his pants. Then, he unexpectedly moved a folding chair near the entrance and sat to watch me while also nervously eyeing the hallway while playing with his cock. Suddenly, and a bit weirdly, he got up and left the booth. Damien informed me later that he watched him wander aimlessly for a few minutes before returning to the booth to sit on the bench near my feet.

After watching me for a few moments, he rose to his feet and came closer while I casually caressed my pussy. He then reached down and began rubbing my pussy, so I raised myself up and lifted my sundress up above my large breasts giving him titty access. He quickly took advantage of my right breast with one hand while continuing to pet my pussy with his other hand. Unfortunately, someone arrived at the door to the booth, so he stopped and left. At this point, it was fairly obvious he wasn't comfortable having an audience to his incestuous behavior. I could be completely off-base, and incest wasn't the issue at all for him. Sadly, the interloper to the booth had nothing to offer me and showed no interest in anything I was offering, so I followed my Uncle out. 

This time, I found that he chose to stand in the doorway of the last booth of the hallway, which happened to be playing a gay feature. An interesting choice. Perhaps he thought that there would be less interest in that booth. Surely a sign of a newcomer to adult theaters? According to Damien, he found himself in a room with a rather large man who seemed interested in more than mere conversation despite being informed of a woman a booth over. At any rate, I moved past my Uncle to the couch in the middle of the room and sat down. I placed one foot on the floor and brought the other onto the couch while half-turning my body. My dress naturally slid up to my waist, leaving my fully bare ass pressed on the leather material, and my vagina exposed once again. 

My Uncle moved from the doorway to stand in front of me and then gingerly lowered himself to his knees upon the floor. I realized that he was ready to make good on his earlier offer to lick my pussy, so to alleviate some of his advanced age and awkward positioning, I raised my ass up into the air giving him access to his meal. After removing his glasses and placing them on the couch, he began hunting for my pussy. For some reason, it amused me, but it also made me feel like I was carrying the Grand Canyon between my thick thighs. I cannot be certain that he made contact with my labia or clitoris, and surprisingly I didn't find my hole being jack-hammered with a finger as I've experienced with older men in the past. Yet again, enter another interruption with nothing to offer. Their presence of other men had become tediously annoying by this point. Still, as my Uncle fumbled for his glasses, I chuckled. It earned me a smile from him, which seemed to alleviate some of the entire situation's pressure.

Once the intruder left us to our own devices, I lowered my ass to the couch, sat forward, and moved my mouth to my Uncle's penis. I took him wholly and discovered to my disappointment that it wasn't very stout. I'm accustomed to finding penis beating the back of my throat while my eyes water, my stomach heaves, my throat buckles, and I cough while slobbering everywhere. This wasn't one of those times. On the other hand (and to my pleasant surprise), his pubic hair was shaven, his clothing smelled of being freshly laundered, and he lacked the odors that I typically encounter with older men. I proceeded to suck precariously upon his dick for a few minutes until he was fully erect. Then I leaned back into the seat. I once more raised my ass into the air, but this time, to receive his cock rather than his tongue. Unfortunately, given his advanced years, it was difficult for him to penetrate. He decided to return to attempting to lick my pussy. Sadly, this experience was not going the way I thought it would as he returned to his feet.

Returning my ass to the couch, I decided that I would simply focus on a blowjob and give him, if nothing else, an orgasm to remember. I wasn't certain at this point that he was going to be capable of one, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried that his heart may not take it. Once again, I took his small penis into my eager lips and threw myself, as gently as I could, into milking his come onto my tongue. I alternated between sucking and suckling his fragile cock, desperately waiting to taste his come. It wasn't long before my Uncle was groaning and gasping loudly while frantically throwing his hips forward and backward towards my face. It would have been my luck, with the way the night had gone, that he'd break a hip if not both, but thankfully it didn't happen. Instead, moments of gyration later, he exploded his tiny load into my wet mouth. After I dutifully swallowed it down my throat, I rose to my feet, pulled my dress down, and escorted him to the door. There, I found Damien standing and watching the entire affair. He quickly moved into the booth and out of our way while my Uncle turned to me. At that moment, I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. He slowly began telling me how his wife had recently died and that it had been a long time since he experienced "that."

I don't know if the tears were from my amazing oral abilities, the forming of an intimate connection (sexual or otherwise) with another human being, his love, and the grief of losing my Aunt, or the man just had a really damn good orgasm. Perhaps it was merely a combination of any of the above – I'll never know which. I suppose that's fair because I'm not sure if he recognized his niece while he was shoving his cock in and out of her mouth or not. A part of me hopes that he didn't. A part of me hopes that he did. The most important part? The pleasure service provider part of me? She's simply happy that she was able to help a lonely man meet his lusty, if not sinful, needs.

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  • "Thank You, Kansas City!"

I've visited several theaters and adult stores in the last couple of months and have had some great experiences. On October 15, 2020, however, was spectacular – I will never forget it.

Between the adult theaters of Kansas City, I interacted with a total of forty-three (43) men! My mouth, pussy, and asshole were used repeatedly by fingers, tongues, and cocks. My hair was pulled, my ass slapped, my tits, clit, and asshole tortured as I was fucked over benches, seats, chairs, and the floor.

I don't know if I set any theater records, but I do know that I set numerous records for myself – I've never been in a train, gang-bang, or sucked/fucked that many men in a single day. Before this experience, in 43 years, I've been with a total of 52 people. I'd consider myself a "slut," but this experience brings me to an average of 2.1 sexual encounters a year… but I think I qualify for the standing after today.

As for other firsts, I had a very large thick cock repeatedly and forcefully shoved all the way down my throat. The five and a half-hour escapade ended with Damien (his first public showing) bending me over a bench, jerking my head back, filling my asshole with his dick, and pounding it into a mixture of blood and come while onlookers enjoyed the show.

"I've seen many sex workers online sporting an attitude that men are just walking wallets and treat them accordingly. They have many justifications for that – men can be rude, obnoxious, disrespectful, and childish. Today, outside of perhaps two men that I can recall, every man you interacted with behaved like a gentleman – caring, gentle, respectful, polite, and treated you with concern and care. You returned that tenfold.

For what it's worth, I'm really proud of you. Many people believe that sex work is only about "sex", but it's not. You brought many men happiness, joy, and pleasure to people with grace, dignity, respect, and care. You didn't care about their ages, race, penis size, physical appearance, or anything other than leaving them with a smile on their faces, which I was told you did – time and time again. You captured what it means to be a 'pleasure service provider', and you did it responsibly while keeping your wits about you. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it."

I've been many things throughout my life – kinkster, swinger, and so on, but I think he captured the core of who I am as a person. I enjoy pleasing others (possibly to a fault at times). I take joy in the enjoyment of others, regardless of sexual involvement. It has never occurred to me to emphasize any of those traits he mentioned. I don't discriminate, and I don't ever want to make someone feel poorly about themselves.

Many people I've been with have throughout my life have emphasized my orgasm and my pleasure. Orgasms are incredible, and they're nice, but I'm a woman who can enjoy sex without an orgasm, and I don't put an emphasis on having one. If I do, then it's fantastic. If I don't? That doesn't mean I didn't find pleasure or enjoy myself. For those of you who may be wondering… did I come? Did I have an orgasm? I had several, and I was left shaking, covered in sweat, and gasping for air. Did it happen with every dick? No, and that's perfectly wonderful. I had a mind-numbing experience that I'm going to cherish for a very long time.

I was reminded that being a pleasure service provider goes beyond money and sex – it's encompassing in every aspect of my life. It's a defining part of who I am, what I want in my life, and pursuing things that bring me happiness and pleasure. I don't know, yet, how or what that means for my future, but I think it has helped put my feet firmly on the path that I've been stumbling on for several years.

For those of you wondering – I've been doing pleasure services since 2015. I've been "wishy-washy" (I hate it) about engaging in it or putting too much time and effort that may or may not help me meet my financial and personal goals. I wonder if I'm capable of finding happiness and becoming a better person than I have been in my life by being a 'pleasure service provider.'

It's a lot to ponder, but I think right now the take-a-way from this experience is that I am at my best when I responsibly (hey, I used condoms! A LOT of them!) let go of my fears, inhibitions and embrace being who I already am. If that means being a "slut”, "whore”, "kinkster", "submissive", "pleasure service provider", or so on, then there's far worse things to be as a person.

To all of you who participated – from those of you were enjoying the theater and to those of you who came from FetLife and Twitter, for making a tedious trip tremendously rewarding. Despite not being paid for my services and spending more on adult products than I should have, the experience's richness gave me more than I can say.

Thank you, Kansas City – you were fucking unbelievable!

I want to take a moment to thank a certain man, who shall remain anonymous. This gentleman went above and beyond to provide me with extra security, service, and respect. It meant a lot to be told that I would "always have a safe space while he's there." Without him, this entire experience would have never been possible. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for making me feel welcome, appreciated, and safe in Kansas City, Mo. I won't forget you or what you did for me, and I hope I made your day memorable.

Sincerely,
Casey Anne Moon

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Cry Uncle

31 Oct 2020

A quick dirty guide on interacting with me at adult theaters!

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31 Oct 2020

A quick dirty guide on interacting with me at adult theaters!

Thank You Kansas City

31 Oct 2020

A quick dirty guide on interacting with me at adult theaters!

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