Author's Note: Up first on the list of "things you should not do" is this fictional tale of pleasuring one's self in a theater with someone else's property. 

"Quickie Theater" - by FurCreamer

Finally, persistence was paying off.

It was an evening show in a cold city. Jim had some experience picking out the right type. This one was a tall, ash blonde who was with a female acquaintance. They were walking up from the parking lot where they’d just exited a silver BMW. Her friend was shorter, frumpier, and wore a tan cashmere coat.

The blonde had a fur, a crystal fox fur jacket with a rather uncommon, and very pleasing, full collar and thick, round cuffs.

Jim smiled inwardly. He’d been waiting for about an hour around the start time of the 7 o'clock shows. Some other furs had come, but mostly minks, and one rabbit. He’d stopped humping bunny fur when he was fifteen. Once you rape fox, you never go back. Jim had been about to leave. The teen working the ticket concession had noticed him. They probably had loitering ordinances, and it wasn’t worth testing it to find out. Besides, though he was clean-shaven and well dressed, he was still a big man, and that could make people nervous.

Now that wouldn’t be a problem, as he decided it was defiantly time to see a flick.

He slowly made his move as the blonde and her friend got in the short line. He got in two people back. Jim listened but hardly needed to hear to know she and her friend were going to the Julia Roberts movie. That had been obvious the moment he first noticed them. Well, after the thought that he was going to hose down that crystal fox coat with his stinking, gooey cum. Raping some anonymous fur from a magic locker was good, but there was a special thrill in doing it to someone else’s. In public.

Right beside them.

That was an exquisite thrill, one he’d been missing lately. The anticipation of the act did more to fill his nuts to a painful bloating without any extra chemicals. He got the ticket and followed them in. Just the barest hesitation in front of the ticket taker gave the blonde and her thick crystal fox some lead-time. Others were filing into the theater as well. Jim entered just in time to have his hopes confirmed. The blonde was shedding the crystal fox. Most importantly, she was placing it in the seat next to her.

It was time to maneuver. The conditions were ideal. The show would be popular, but not completely packed. She could get away with using the extra seat. Above all, it wouldn’t be too odd if he sat beside the coat…

He waited, though, taking a seat in the rear first. This allowed the theater to fill some. As advertisements flashed overhead, he made his move. Soon enough he took a seat beside the helpless, inviting crystal fox coat. The blonde didn’t even twitch. She was gossiping about someone from work.

Jim smiled openly as he surveyed the situation from the corner of his eye. Fortune favored him today. She’d tossed the crystal fox jacket into the rolled up seat haphazardly. Part of the huge, full collar was brushing the armrest his seat shared with it. A round, fluffy cuff was also folded up near the armrest. Jim’s smile deepened. The only way it could be better is if were a full-length fox instead of a jacket. He sighed ironically, there was always something…

He casually placed his arm on the armrest and the waiting began. It was useful, both to be sure he could pull it off, but also because his raging hardon could fuel his nuts to greater and greater size.

He’d done his homework. This inane romance pic ran about 2 hours. He waited about ten minutes to make sure she was paying attention to the movie. Again, it was even better. Not only was she paying attention to the movie, but she was also leaning over to speak in low whispers to her friend on the opposite side.

So it began. Jim’s hand on the armrest hooked the massive collar. He didn’t move it immediately, simply waited until the woman again leaned over to whisper to her friend. Then he moved, slowly, tugging the crystal fox collar over the armrest.

It took a few more whispers, but success was his. The big collar of the crystal fox lay across the rather large bulge in his pants. Jim looked to the left. There were some other females about five seats down. They were also engrossed in the movie. He smiled as his finger slowly began to pull down his zipper. The noise was completely undetectable in the theater.

Jim allowed himself the slightest moan as he felt his cock slide up into the top of the collar. He had to be careful; any strange noises could draw attention. He held his breath as he started to rub the cock into the thick crystal fox of the collar. He was leaking clear precum profusely, and may already have stained his pants with it from the anticipation. Now was the payoff. The crystal fox was every bit as soft as he hoped. His first few thrusts left matted brown streaks in the fur. It was almost impossible to see in the dark theater, but he could feel the wet fur on his cock when he rubbed again.

Slow and easy was the name of the game, as, like noises, an undue motion could be noticed. Jim was able to hold on for a few minutes because he wasn’t able to just fuck the collar directly. He could only really maneuver his cock and let the fox collar lay there and take it. Jim gave for a good ten minutes. Easing the huge collar up and down his big dick, the flared head of his organ moving through the dense fur slowly. Jim desperately wanted to just grab the collar and pound his cock into it, raping the ultra soft fox for all it was worth, but he kept his cool. He’d forgotten how hard he got doing some anonymous bitches’ prized possession… right under her pretty little nose.

Jim jerked his hips a little harder, and his left hand squeezed on the armrest as he fought to keep from crying out. The orgasm was building to a peak. He did partially bounce in his seat, but the blonde was whispering, again.

Had she turned, she’d have seen Jim thick cock spraying its load up into the crystal fox collar. Wad after was pulsed into the fur, built up during the wait. Jim’s nuts unleashed themselves fully, the thick cocksnot firing up and looping back down the side of the collar. Fur matted and streaked with his cum in the dark theater. Jim pulled fresh, dry sections of the huge collar down further and further, so each of his pungent white bursts shot deeply into dry virgin fur, making sure as much of the gorgeous, fluffy collar was destroyed by his swollen prick.

No one noticed, but the thrill of spraying the blonde’s fur, not 4 feet away, was massive. It seemed to fuel the orgasm, extending it, allowing him to spray almost 20 full wads directly over the long, thick crystal fox collar. He did his best to make sure none was wasted, that every conceivable drop was pumped right into the deep, ultra-soft pelts of the collar.

Jim looked down… formerly ultra-soft, he mused with a satisfied smile. Even in the low light of the theater, he could see the huge mess he’d made of it. He congratulated himself, wishing the guys had been here to see the amazing wad of cum he’d just dropped. The collar was a matted mass of wet, sticky hairs, with thick, deep stains where his cock was thrust deep into the fur as it injected viscous white strings of cocksnot. Some of it inevitably ran back down his shaft and over his balls. He didn’t care; he’d leave via one of the rear exits. The stains on his pants wouldn’t be noticed.

Jim relaxed, the afterglow of the orgasm strong, and knowing he’d been lucky. The arm of the coat was still hung by the armrest, though… He gave himself some time and then decided that this blonde’s fox jacket deserved some extra treatment. That soft fox collar might be a stinking mass of jizz, but that didn’t mean his nuts didn’t have more to give. Checking his watch, he realized the movie still had an hour to go. Good.

After fifteen minutes rest, and picking a time the blonde continued to chat with her friend, he hooked the arm and drug it over to his lap. The collar had been quietly pushed back some, leaving a wet streak on the armrest between the seats where some of Jim's cum rubbed off in the process. Jim could still smell the powerful, but, to him, very pleasant aroma of cummed fur, but realized the blonde’s perfume was making her miss what would have been a dangerous clue.

Jim hadn’t bothered zipping up as the fluffy round cuff so ‘innocently’ fell into his lap. His cock was still partially sticky from the first orgasm. He did his best to wipe it off with a bit of the collar that still hung on the armrest, it’s underside not having been effectively violated by his throbbing dick. Once the collar soaked up the last of his cum, he plunged it into the cuff of the crystal fox jacket.

Jim rubbed his cock back and forth over the cuff. He could see the blonde out of the corner of his eye as he did the cuff. She was engrossed in the movie, completely unaware someone was using her multi-thousand dollar fox jacket for their own pleasure. Jim avoided grunting, thinking of the special payoff after the film was over. He rubbed harder, small motions that were not easy to notice in the dark, vowing to make it very special indeed. That would require another exceptional load.

The cuff lasted about ten minutes, as Jim’s cock was less sensitive after the first orgasm. He’d managed to wrap it around his huge shaft and slowly pump it up and down. When his second orgasm hit, he quickly pushed his cock down into the sleeve of the crystal fox jacket and began shooting torrents of cum up into the fur. He waved his cock back and forth to hose as much of the sleeve as possible. Jim fired white ribbons of cum across the open cuff, draping wads across the crystal fox where the blonde’s hand would normally slide out.

Now the wet, sticky collar caught the runoff, so no sperm was wasted in this orgasm. He rubbed the cuff over his spraying shaft, shooting more cum directly into the thick fox, letting it soak it up and mash it down. Jim couldn’t help but breath heavily as he finished up. The two amazing orgasms had drained his entire body, not just his cock.

He glanced down, seeing the mess in the fur sleeve he’d just left. It ran up elbow length, streaking and matting the thick full pelts of crystal fox. The smell of thick cum mixed with fur and perfume hit his nose. It almost gave him another erection, but he didn’t have any dry fur to take care of it with. Part of him wanted to just grab the rest and rape it more, but he suppressed that urge. The final payoff was near, after all.

With the same care as pulling it over, Jim pushed the collar and arm of the coat back into the seat where the blonde dropped it. The rank smell of sex still didn’t seem to penetrate the dumb blonde’s perfume.

Jim waited. Finally, the credits rolled. By then his cock had deflated and his zipper was securely in place. He waited.

The blonde and her friend rose. The house lights had come up. Jim watched, tensing as she reached for the coat. Her hand caught a dry area down near the front. She picked it up, opening it, then sliding it around her shoulders and putting one arm in. The blonde slid her other hand through the other arm and pulled up, the jacket falling into place along her shoulders, the big collar flopping up against the back of her head and long blonde tresses…

She stopped immediately. Her hand had slid through the cum caked cuff, and the collar had just wetly slapped around her neck. Her eyes widened as she looked down at the collar and brought her hand up. Damp jizz hung from her fingers and stuck to her hair. “Oh my god, what is this stuff?” she moaned, looking up at the ceiling…

Wrong guess… Jim kept a straight face as the blonde clawed the fur off her body, only getting cum on her other hand as she pulled the spermed sleeve down. Her hair was stained with the jizz from his collar and drops hung from her cheek. Slowly he got up and walked out, as the blonde shrieked in the theater. He hoped no one noticed the huge bulge in his pants. That payoff was very sweet indeed. A much better ending than the pointless movie, after all.