Doc here, a man who some say once made a healthy living giving mustache rides to all the women of the Ladies' Auxiliary of the American Legion back home in New York sometime in the summer of 1988.
Lizardos & Lizardettes, we live in troubling times. There is nothing but bad news on TV and the internet. However, there are super sexy women out there who show us that there is good in the world. And that good is wearing fishnets.
Who is this fishnet-wearing ray of goodness? Why, it's none other than my good friend Pennycumslut!
Penny is back, and hitting her stride once again in the Pacific Northwest. In this episode, the lovely Penny has her sites set for Airport Video in Everett, WA (which is also the scene for the Bad Barbie appearance on Thursday March 10th, 2022 at 7:30pm) for a matinee visit.
What mischief did Penny and her handler J get into? And was there parking? Let's find out!
Take it away, Penny!
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APV1 (Everett, WA) - Feb 25, 2022
Hey, Doc...
As promised, I wanted to tell you all about my recent visit to Airport Video in Everett (and let's be honest...*this* is my real return to the theater scene..)
I wrote recently about a fun little recon visit to APV just before Christmas, so I won't get into details about the theater layout again: the store and theaters are exactly the same.
So, the week before last I was in Seattle -- I'd let some guys in my private groups know I planned to check out APV on Friday, and late-late on Thursday I put a little post on the theater group on Fetlife as well. I wasn't sure how busy of a visit it might be, given short notice and midday timing on a weekday but I wasn't too worried about that...mostly I just wanted to dive back in...
(as a side note, I wanted to check out the scene for a big gangbang after the lovely Bad Barbi asked me to do a double GB with her there in March - I hope she gets an awesome crowd)
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| Pennycumslut |
My handler picked me up and I was all chatty nerves; dressed in a little black dress and fishnets that have had the crotch torn out. I was excited and nervous - like I always am, no matter if I'm visiting theaters regularly or it's been more than a while...
I was explaining to him that I had no idea what the turnout would be like; it might be fairly small... apologetically, hopefully? It had been such a long time that I was nervous about it...
..then we pulled into the parking lot.
I've had busy visits before but as we drove through the completely full lot, watching the typical dudes loiter near the entrance of the store - and the less forward ones sit in their cars and wait - cars parked in very obvious no parking spots and not a space in sight for us, I was a bit shocked.
We wound up driving out of the lot to scout for parking, joking about how we'd have to skip it because there's no parking, before pulling back in just in time for someone to make room for us.
From there, we made our entry and I walked briskly beside my escort, eyes down and nerves high, as we were trailed by the men who'd been waiting. We exchanged a few quick words and then skipped the booths entirely and walked into the theater.
I didn't look behind myself, but J tells me that the lineup for the theater entry door was long and right behind me.
We stepped into the darkness and a crowd.
As decided beforehand, we went right to the back of the room, to the "couples" area. I pulled off my leather jacket, tossing it on the bench and leaned in close to J. A few murmured choices quickly made, I looked back at the room for a minute and my stomach dropped. It was full; from my vantage point at the very back all I could see were men.
I hesitated for just a minute, and then gave my handler for the day my assent; we were going to let guys in a few at a time, maybe a handful at a time, to control the chaos on this inaugural return. ;)
Things here move quickly: I'm on my knees with two men, a dick in my mouth and one in my hand and I move back and forth. Before long I'm leaning over the bench being spit roast; one and then another and then another.  |
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I'm counting at first .. 1, 2, 3....7...9... and then I forget about all that and it's just me there, dirty and dripping. I spend some time on all fours on the concrete, and at some point I'm up on the bench. I'm vaguely aware that the crossdresser who just fucked me is now "fluffing" for me... different hands on my skin, varied paces, random voices. A few murmurs in my ear about what a good slut I am or the last time they had me. My tattoos seem to be a hit and the cocks just keep coming...
