#projectionist

A high-pitched whistle sounds in the night, the train cars thundering over the tracks as the vessel moves across the French landscape. Your man is leaning against the wall of the compartment, looking out the window with a cigarette between his teeth. He still can't believe this is his life now, glamorously traveling all across Europe with the love of his life, who also happens to be the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on.

You're a Tiller girl and you were asked to come on the European leg of the tour, which is an invitation you simply couldn't turn down. He made sure that you had the money to make it work and, with a little help from your family, he was able to join you for the whole tour. This is serving as a belated honeymoon for the two of you, since you weren't able to afford one when you got married a couple years ago.

So far, it has been a bit exhausting for you with all the performances, but your man being here with you makes it all worth it. You've seen so much of the country already and have been able to enjoy each other's company without much worry, which hasn't happened much in the time you've been married. He has worked extra hard in order to help you achieve this dream of being a Tiller girl, and you're happy that you're finally able to repay him for it all. You couldn't have done any of this without him.

He hums as you get out of bed and walk over to join him at the window, his eyes roaming your figure in the little nightie you've got on. It makes him happy to see you in nice things, liking how you can finally dress yourself the way a beauty like you deserves to be dressed. Your hair's a bit of a mess and your skin's got a beautiful, post-coital glow to it, both courtesy of him.

Your hands come up to rest on his broad chest. "You look awful proud of yourself, standin’ here like a cat that caught the canary."

"Maybe I am," he says, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Though I’d say the canary came along willin'."

"Don’t get too sure of yourself, mister. Could be I just felt sorry for you..."

He chuckles, reaching a hand down to touch your hip. "That right? You always this charitable?"

"Mm. I certainly can be, especially on a train headin' through France." You hum, taking the cigarette out from between his teeth and take a quick drag of it before stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray.

"Then I reckon we better not get off."

You pull him in for a chaste kiss, which he quickly deepens, his hands now taking a firmer hold on your hips. Even though he just had you, he already wants more, needs more of you. You're very much feeling the same way as your fingers make quick work of the buttons on his under-shirt, exposing his bare chest.

His lips turn up in a little smirk before he suddenly scoops you up in his arms, hands resting on your ass while your legs wrap around him. He's already getting hard, not having been fully satisfied with just one round, and you can feel his impressive length pressing against your inner thigh.

Your lips press to his again as he starts to pull your nightie up and walks over to the bed. He takes a seat, looking at you where you're now perched on his lap. The compartment bounces and rattles a bit, which naturally draws your bodies closer together.

"You sure make it hard to think straight, peach."

"I'm makin' somethin' else hard, too, ain't I?"

He grins at your words, pulling your nightie up over your hips. "Can't deny that you get me goin'."

As soon as you grab hold of his boxer shorts, he lifts his hips and lets you push them down, kicking them aside to leave his bottom half bare. His lips come to your neck, paying special attention to your pulse point.

"Your pulse is jumpin' like a drum," he hums, sucking at your skin.

"Then how 'bout you come play me like one, hm?"

That's all he needs to hear before he's lining himself up and pulling you down onto his cock. His jaw clenches at the incredible feeling as you gasp softly, your walls forced open around him for the second time tonight.

"You feel that? That’s what you do to me…drivin’ me batty."

"Hard not to feel somethin' like this," you breathe, bouncing on him. "You’re hittin' me just right, big man."

He groans, helping you move on him. "That's it, doll…ride me like the devil’s on your tail."

Your head is thrown back as you ride him, feeling how deep he's reaching inside of you in this position. He fills you up all the way in every position, but this one has you feeling like he's getting up into your stomach.

His eyes happen to catch the slight reflection of the vanity mirror in the corner, and a devious smirk spreads across his face. Your breath catches in surprise when he suddenly stands up again and walks the two of you to the corner.

He gently pulls out, then sets you down on your feet before spinning you around to put your front on the vanity top. You're hardly even processing what's happening as you're bent over and he steps up behind you.

"Spread those gorgeous gams for me. That's it."

As soon as you do, he's lining up once more and pressing in, his blunt fingernails digging into your hips. A deep moan in ripped from his chest, his eyes glued to the reflection staring back at him as he immediately picks up the pace.

With this clever use of the mirror, which he can't believe he hasn't thought of before, he can see every single face you make as he fucks you. The sight is so incredibly erotic, and his hand wraps around your jaw, forcing your head back so that your eyes meet in the mirror's reflection.

"Look at you," he breathes. "Milkin' me dry already…every inch of you's beggin' for me."

You moan at both the sight and the words coming from his mouth. "Mercy, you're makin' me feel wicked."

"Wicked suits you just fine. I like my girl with a little sin in 'er."

Your body is jerking back and forth violently as he picks up the pace, pounding into you. His grip on your jaw tightens slightly, keeping your head in place. It's a struggle to keep your eyes open in the throes of pleasure, but the sight is far too intoxicating for you to look away for long.

He grabs one of your thighs and forces it up to rest on the vanity, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of you. Both of you groan at the feeling, and he keeps on moving his hips, going hard and fast. Lovemaking is nice and all, but this...this is what he really loves.

Your insides start to squeeze his cock even tighter, pulsing around him, and he knows you're getting really close. To a degree, he's glad, because he's not far off from his end either.

"Oh doll, you're shakin' like a little leaf," he says breathily, managing a smirk. "I'm doin' you that good, huh?"

"You’ve got me seein' stars…o-oh, good lord..."

He goes even harder, even faster. "Easy does it, doll. I got you…that’s it, that’s my girl."

Moments later, you're done for, your entire body tensing before you let out a little cry of pleasure. Your hips squirm and jerk as orgasm washes over you in intense waves, eyes rolling back in your head.

"I’m gonna spill if you keep on like that..." he groans, rhythm faltering. "Oh, here it comes, peach...I'm s-spendin'...!"

His hips press flush against your ass as he reaches his end, grunting with each little rock of his hips, ensuring that every single drop of him gets buried inside of you.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, and he lets go of your jaw, both his hands coming to give your hips and ass a few little squeezes. He sighs softly, feeling himself softening inside of you.

"Go lay on the bed, peach," he says, giving you a little pat before pulling out. "I'll get a towel to clean you off."

You smile, standing up straight and walking over to the bed. When your man comes back with a wet cloth, you're laying down again, looking ravished. The sight makes him smile.

"Have I finally tired you out?"

"Mm, mhm," you hum, nodding. "I have a performance tomorrow and if I'm walkin' funny, it won't be good."

He laughs, wiping you off gently and with care.

"Alright, alright. The girls need you at your best, I get it. But rest assured that once we get back here...you're all mine."

You bite your lip, nodding again.

"Of course, big man. Now you've given me something to look forward to."

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One perk of your fiancé being the projectionist at the town theater is the private, late-night features he puts on for both of you. He likes to watch the reels when they first come in, just to make sure there's no issues with them. Though, tonight, that's not exactly why he called you here.

Rather, he'd like to show you a reel from his personal collection. Apparently, this is a reel only he has seen. He got it when he was in the service overseas a few years ago, and he has never had someone willing to share it with him, considering it's a stag film.

You've never heard the term before, and he made it clear that you cannot reference it to anyone, since it's illegal to own one. He explained that it's sex that was filmed, which arouses you more than you'd like to admit. You, of course, promised not to tell anyone.

That same warm feeling you had when he told you what a stag film was is slowly starting to run throughout your body as you step into the dimly lit theater. He's still up in the booth, no doubt getting the reel ready, and you take a seat in the front row.

Soon, the door opens, and he walks in with a cigarette between his teeth. You look back and smile, setting your pocketbook aside before standing to greet him properly. He wraps his arms around you, leaning in.

"There's my little starlet," he says, grinning. "Reel's about to start."

"Well, now, hang on just a moment." You hum and reach up to take the cigarette from between his teeth, then press your lips to his. His lips are tugged up in the same grin when you pull away and put the cigarette back. "I needed somethin' sweet first."

He chuckles, giving your hip a squeeze as the picture starts up.

"Come sit in my lap a spell, will you?"

You smile and take a seat on his lap when he sits down, leaning back against him a bit. He takes one final drag off the cigarette before stubbing it out so that both of his hands can rest on your hips. Your eyes are glued to the screen in wonder as the actors on the screen get out of the car on the shore.

Your man's eyes flicker between you and the screen. He's seen this picture many times, but he's soaking in the feeling of getting to watch it through fresh eyes. A small smirk is on his lips as things start to heat up, feeling you starting to squirm on his lap, a telltale sign of arousal.

"D'you like it?" he asks, pressing a few kisses to the side of your neck. "Are you gettin'...hot?"

"Mhm. I have never...experienced anything like this before."

The man on the screen begins to push the woman's dress up, revealing her bare pussy, and one of his hands slides around to pull your dress up in a similar way. Your breath catches at the feeling of him parting your legs, his fingers running over your inner thigh, mimicking the man's hand on-screen.

His lips keep pressing kisses to your neck, nipping gently at the skin on occasion. Never enough to leave a mark though, he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about how he treats you.

"Lean back on me a bit, babydoll...atta girl."

Once you're leaned back, he brings his hand between your legs, instantly making contact with your bare folds. He groans against your neck, teasing you lightly while his other hand starts undoing the front of your dress.

"Mercy…I never figured I’d see such things up on the silver sheet." Your head tips back at his touch.

He kisses back up your neck to your ear, a hand coming up to the back of your neck, making sure you're looking at the screen. The woman on screen starts to roll her hips eagerly against his fingers, and soon, your man gives your hip a little tap.

"C'mere, sit down in my spot," he says, helping you up before slipping out from behind you. You sit down, and he gets on his knees in front of you. "Your eyes had better stay on that sheet, little one."

You bite your lip and nod, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, pushing them apart. His hot breath lingers over your wet folds, the feeling of which sends a shiver up your spine.

As if he purposely times it, the moment the man starts touching the woman properly, he dives in. Your back arches when his tongue swipes over your clit, holding onto the armrests tightly. He smiles and keeps going, his thumbs holding your lips open.

"You've got me burnin' up, big man," you breathe, your head tipping back again. “Hotter than a two-dollar pistol."

He immediately stops when you’re not watching the screen, which makes you whine, looking down at him briefly before watching the feature again.

"Good. Means I'm doin' somethin' right."

His tongue resumes its ministrations on your sensitive bud while one of his fingers moves down to tease your entrance, feeling you starting to clench around nothing.

Once the actors on screen begin to fuck, he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you with ease, humming against your clit at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

"God, babydoll…you're slick as satin. I could stay between your thighs 'til kingdom come."

Your eyes roll back in your head when his fingers start moving rather quickly, hooking up to press against that spot inside of you. He's hardly paying attention to whether or not you're watching the reel anymore, far too focused on how you're reacting to him.

"Please, big man, don’t stop. I’m all lit up for you, I’ll go screwy if you stop."

"Mm...I couldn’t quit even if the theater caught fire." He groans softly, sucking your bud into his mouth.

His cock is getting hard in his slacks, making them almost uncomfortably tight, but he pays it little mind. Your movements and noises are plenty to keep him occupied.

Your walls are clenching around his fingers, signaling that he's got you right on the edge. He smirks and intensifies his sucking and the pressure on your sensitive spot, which quickly pushes you over the edge.

"Oh, honey! O-Oh god, I'm gone!"

He eagerly takes you through it, pulling away once you're done. His chin and mustache are shiny with slick, and he licks his lips with a smirk. Your eyes are glued to him as he wipes his mouth off on the back of his sleeve and stands up.

You let your eyes roam his form in the dim flicker of the reel, and your gaze lingers on the very obvious bulge in the front of his slacks. He smirks, pushing his suspenders off his shoulders before getting to work on his pants.

Before he can pull them down, you push his hands out of the way and do it yourself, tugging his pants and briefs down enough to free his cock. He sighs when it's exposed to the air, rock hard and leaking at the tip already.

"Look at you, standin’ tall as a flagpole. Don’t mind if I give your pole a little shine, d'ya?"

He groans, his length twitching at your words, offering another deep, pleased sound when you wrap a hand around him. You start to stroke firmly, which makes his head tip back in pleasure for a moment before his eyes meet yours again.

"Go on, doll. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

One of his hands comes to rest on your head, gently pulling your head closer. You hum with a little smile, tapping his cock against your cheeks, then your lips.

When you finally take him in your mouth, he lets out a long groan, holding the back of your head tighter. He's trying so hard not to push his hips forward as you start to bob your head, but the hot, velvety wetness of your mouth is making it difficult.

"S-Sweet saints, your mouth’s hotter’n a speakeasy on Saturday night."

You hum around his cock, sucking harder and moving faster. Since he's so worked up over tasting you, you can tell it won't take long to bring him over the edge.

It only takes about a minute before his hips start rutting against your mouth, little grunts and moans spilling from his lips.

"Keep suckin’ me like that a-and I’m gonna lose my head...oh, don’t stop, don’t you dare...stop..."

Your hand dips under his length to start caressing his balls, giving them a little squeeze each time your mouth goes down on him. He lets out an embarrassingly loud groan, both hands holding your head still so that he can move at his own pace.

His eyes are squeezed shut, hips bucking, and you're moaning around him as your hand continues to tease him. Some of your saliva has trailed down his length, so you use it to your advantage, allowing your hands to slide on him a bit easier.

"I'm spillin'...I’m spillin’ for you, babydoll!"

This concoction of pleasure brings him to his orgasm within moments, and his head falls back as he buries his cock as far into your mouth as possible. You barely get to have a taste of his essence before he spills directly down your throat in ropes.

You swallow him, humming contently before pulling back slowly, letting his softening cock slip from between your lips. He sighs shakily, smiling down at you.

"We could've made our own stag just now with that performance," he teases, pulling his pants back up before helping you stand. "You were great, babydoll."

"Mm. You were better."

He grins and gives you a kiss, which allows you both to taste your essence that's still lingering on each other's lips. His hands come to your hips when you pull away.

"I dunno about you," you say with a smile. "But I could use some Red Vines...I spotted them at the concession stand."

"How can I deny you anythin' after that little performance, hm?"

Before you can say anything further, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out to the lobby in search of candy.

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