A Night of Masturbation and Forbidden Desires: Anna Kendricks Secret Pleasure

“One for ‘Gangster Squad’,” Martin Wauters told the man at the ticket window in the local movie theater.


After a long work week, he was happy to finally unwind and enjoy a movie on this cold January night. He grabbed his ticket, went past the concession stand and headed for theater five. Once he walked in, he saw a packed theater. Little did he know, he had the final ticket before the room was sold out.


“I guess I’m not the only one excited for this,” he whispered to himself as he walked up the steps, searching for a seat.


He looked around and could not find an open seat. He almost turned around to look again when he saw an empty seat in the upper corner. There were two seats set apart from the others and one was occupied by a woman in a pink hoodie. He figured that she was with but he had no choice but to approach her and find out.


“Is this seat taken?” he asked the woman.


“Nope,” she quietly said. “Take a seat.”


“Thanks,” he said as he sat down.


Martin looked over at the woman and made a double-take. He was unsure at first if he recognized her or not but quickly realized exactly who it was.


“Excuse me…are you Anna Kendrick?” he asked.


The girl looked over at her with a very serious face, making him uncomfortable as she stared at him. She quickly changed from an angry look to a cheerful smile and nodded. She extended her hand and he quickly grasped it for a shake.


“My name’s Martin. What are you doing in Philadelphia?” he whispered.


“Promotional crap, I needed a break,” she whispered back.


They quieted down as the movie began. The opening credits began to roll and the lead actors name popped up…Ryan Gosling. It only took a few seconds before Martin’s mind went to a tweet he had read earlier in the week; a tweet from the beautiful brunette sitting next to him about masturbating during movies starring the actor.


“You going to keep your hands on the armrest the whole time?” he whispered to her.


“I’ll try but I won't make any promises,” she whispered back, followed by a giggle.


The movie went on for about an hour and Martin would occasionally look over at the actress, not to see if she would keep her promise but just to admire her beauty. Half way through the movie, he looked down and noticed that her arm was no longer on the armrest. He looked at her face and saw her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted with a look of pure joy on her face. Slowly, his eyes wandered down until he saw something that almost caused his heart to stop.


Anna was leaning back on the chair, the belt and zipper of her jeans undone. Her left hand had disappeared under the darkness of her panties. She was doing it; she was masturbating while Martin looked on. Nervously, he tried to keep his head pointed forward while his eyes remained locked on the shocking action happening next to him. He did not want her to notice he was watching in fear that she might stop the show.


Martin’s eyes went back to her face and, with the little bit he could see, he could tell that she was in heaven. He could start to hear her breath heavier although held back to not draw attention to herself while doing her seemingly favorite activity.


Suddenly, Martin saw her hand reappear on the armrest but could still hear her breathing heavy. Thinking she was done, he looked over at her only to find that she was far from done. She had pulled her panties down enough to give him a full on view of her trimmed pussy being attacked by her opposite hand. He looked back at her face and their eyes met as her body convulsed in a massive orgasm. She had to do her best to prevent her body from shaking out of the seat. She grabbed onto Martin’s arm with her soaking wet left hand and squeezed as the feeling began to subside.


After taking a few minutes to relax, Anna quietly dressed herself back up while never looking away from Martin. Once her jeans were fixed up, she smiled before turning her attention back to the movie. For the first few minutes, she would lightly nibble and suck each of her fingers so she could taste the result of her hard work. She was exhausted so she grabbed Martin’s arm again, rested her head on his shoulder and watched the rest of the movie.


Once the movie was over and the theater was mostly empty, the two people in the back of the theater got up and walked out. Anna kept her arm around Martin’s the whole time, trying to keep the fact that she was walking funny from being too obvious. The orgasm she had experienced was massive to the point that her panties were completely soaked and her legs were trembling a bit. By the time they made it to the lobby, she was back to normal but still refused to let go.


“I don’t think I need to ask if you enjoyed the movie or not,” Martin asked.


“Clearly not, it sucked,” she said with a smile.


“I thought that tweet was a joke…clearly I was wrong,” he said as they walked down the sidewalk.


“Honestly I wasn't going to do that but you brought it up and it was all I could think about. I was wet from the time you sat down until…well, I’m technically still wet,” she said pressing her hand against the back of her jeans and hearing a soft squishing sound.


“The time I sat down? The movie didn’t start for a few minutes after that,” he responded, slightly confused.


“I know,” she said, grabbing at his arm tighter and smiling.


Martin smiled back before realizing that they were about to reach his apartment.


“Well, here’s my place. Are you going to be okay to walk to your hotel?” he asked.


“Yeah, it’s right around the block,” she said before hugging her new friend. “Thanks for a fun night.” She started to walk away when she stopped in her tracks and turned back around. “I'm not leaving Philly until tomorrow afternoon; do you want to get breakfast?”


“Sure, sounds like a plan,” he said.


“Okay, I’ll meet you right here at nine?” she asked.


“Of course,” he said before grabbing her by the head and giving her a short kiss on the lips, leaving the girl with a huge smile on her face.


Martin quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and relaxed on the couch, turning the television on. About a half hour later, as he was about to doze off, he heard a soft knock on his front door. He got up and answered it, finding nobody in the hallway. He looked around before closing the door. He was about to sit down when another knock occurred. He ran to the door and again saw nothing.


“Am I going insane?” he asked himself out loud.


“Maybe!” a familiar feminine voice shouted out from seemingly nowhere.


Martin looked around until he saw Anna walk around the corner. He was simultaneously happy and confused to see her again so quickly.


“You look good in sweatpants,” she said as she walked past him and entered his apartment.


“And you look good in a pair of jeans and a pink hoodie…and a backpack. Are you on your way to high school?” he responded with a chuckle.


“Cute,” she said as she took the backpack off and sat on the couch.


“What are you doing here? I thought you were heading home,” he asked as he sat next to her.


“I got home and changed out of those soaked panties, lay down in bed and couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she said as she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss.


“You’re too cute,” he said, leaning in for another kiss but being stopped.


“Don’t get too romantic on me, I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, pulling her backpack up onto her lap.


“What kind of girl are you then?” he asked.


Anna unzipped the backpack and reached in.


“This kind…close your eyes,” she said in a soft voice. Martin closed his eyes and waited for her to continue. “Open your eyes!”


When Martin opened his eyes, he opened them big at the surprise in front of him. Anna, with a shit-eating grin on her face, held a leather dog leash in one hand and a shiny set of handcuffs in the other.


“What the…?” he said with his jaw hanging open.


“You want to know why I really showed up here. Because I want to be your bitch tonight!” she said before grabbing at the zipper to her hoodie. She started pulling it down but stopped. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked, throwing him off a bit.


Martin pointed behind him and Anna, still holding the leash and cuffs, happily skipped off to the bathroom. While she was in there, he looked around trying to figure out if this was possibly a dream, maybe even a coma fantasy. There was no way that this could have actually been happening. He pinched himself to check…and it was reality.


“Come here, I want to show you something!” Anna yelled out from behind the door.


Martin got up and went to the door. He opened it up and saw something that almost caused his penis to explode. He looked down and saw Anna, completely naked and on all fours; the leash around her neck and the handcuffs dangling from her mouth. She tried her best to look like a dog, even wiggling her ass and growling as Martin was frozen in shock.


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