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Having mind control powers made everything different.

Money was something completely unnecessary. If I wanted something, everyone was more than happy to give it to me. The world just accepted my commands like they were the Word of God. It didn’t matter how outlandish of an order I gave someone, complete strangers would find it perfectly natural. Just a normal part of the world.

So that was why the police officer just strolled past the woman squatting down by a lamppost and urinating like a bitch in heat. She had a doggy tail thrust into her asshole, the sleek, black velvety swaying as she released the stream of bright yellow piss. The floppy doggy ears that she wore on a headband hidden in her black hair swayed.

It took me a moment to remember who she was. I had the vaguest recollection of being out at dinner at an expensive restaurant, the delightful waitstaff, a busty blonde with a ravenous mouth, sucking on my cock when this woman ruined the evening.

It started with a splash of wine into the face of the man currently holding her leash. Her husband. “Cheating bastard!” the woman had hissed. “I know you’re fucking Irene. You’re just a dog! A fucking hound sniffing at every piece of ass you come across.”

The husband had looked properly embarrassed about the wife’s outburst. Of course, she had every reason to be mad, but in the middle of a Three-Star Michelin restaurant? This was best dining experience in my city. It took months to normally book a reservation if you weren’t me. Everyone was looking at her ranting and raving.

She called her husband, a dog, but she was the one being the yapping bitch. So I fixed her.

“Come on,” her husband said. “We’re going to be late. Veronica hates it when I’m late.”

“Yes, dear,” his wife said with the happy look of a dog on her face. The type who just wanted to be petted and scratched and fucked hard by her master. Of course, her master, and husband, needed human companionship. A dog was fine, even a human one, but he needed real women to date.

She would happily sit beside the bed and listen to her husband fuck the other woman hard like a good bitch. It was great to see the lesson was going strong with her as she crawled after her husband, deft at that form of locomotion, her tail wagging, her shaved pussy dripping with cum.

It didn’t happen often. I mean, there were 8.6 million people living in this city, so I didn’t run across the beneficiaries of my punishments all the time. Every time I saw a woman sitting on a street corner, I would wonder if she was there because of me, wearing those fishnet stockings and skirts so short, begging for a man to pay her for a romp.

I don’t need money, but I did like collecting it from those I punished. I had a bank account slowly accruing more and more of the pointless stuff. It was like the score in a game. And I wanted to hit the highest.

Today, I was heading to the movies. Avengers Endgame was finally opening, and I was eager to see it in all its glorious presentation. The best theater in town with the most comfortable seating, the sexiest women employees, and the most bombastic setup. It was my favorite place to see movies. The owner and I had an understanding.

He was always hiring and firing girls. Young ones. Pretty ones. He wanted to have a good selection on staff for when I showed up.

The line was queuing up. The crowds were flowing in. The movie started in ten minutes. I hummed as I strolled past the lines. No one made any great objections, so I didn’t end up having to punish anyone. I was in too good a mood to do that.

It was the new Avengers. I was a sucker for superhero movies.

The concession line was long, but there was a special line that said: “VIP line only.” No one was in it. The theater had only one VIP customer. Me. I sauntered up to it and the two girls running the concession stand both gasped.

“We can help you,” a cute redhead said.

“Right away, sir,” said the blonde beside her. They were both young, fresh-faced. They both had dainty noses and plump lips. The uniforms left something to be desired, baggy shirts, but that could be easily remedied.

“But I’m being helped,” said a guy with a swallow face and a gut sticking out with a fat wife at his side. They had a pair of mewling children behind them. “Dude, wait your turn.”

I glanced at him and said, “Neither of you will ever have sex again. We don’t need your ugly genes spreading any longer, do we?”

“No,” he said. His wife, who had four chins, nodded.

“And you, hit Weight Watchers. Have some self-respect. I want you down to one-hundred-and-twenty pounds in two years. If you do that, you can sell your cunt on the street corner and pop out a few more kids to make him raise.”

She nodded again.

“Now get out here,” I said, waving a hand. I had real things to attend to.

They left, gathering up their squalling kids. Whatever movie they were going to see would be spared hearing those whinning brats.

I turned my attention back to the two lovely ladies. They looked a little nervous but seemed to be perking up again. They both gave me big, if fake, smiles. I could hear their boss’s words echoing in their mind: When the VIP comes in, treat him right. It’ll be more than your jobs if you don’t.

“What can we get you, sir?” asked Violet the blonde. She had a bright, gold nametag on her purple shirt.

“Popcorn?” Clara the redhead asked. “Soda? We have some great wings.”

“I’m not sure yet,” I said. “I might want a blonde, but a redhead could be nice. Tops and bras off. Let’s see some tits.”

“Yes, sir,” both said nearly at the same time.

I grinned as they pulled up their tops, exposing smooth bellies. If the weather was nicer here year-round, I’d make women—at least the pretty ones—go topless all the time. Just let those tits be out for all to see. They liked showing them off anyways. Every woman had that slut in them. Most tried to hide it. To pretend they were just good girls when they really were just things to be enjoyed.

I smiled as two different sets of bras appeared. Clara had a lacy blue affair that cupped her breasts. They looked like a nice pair C’s, perky and jiggling. Violet’s breasts were larger, but they didn’t seem as firm, jiggling a lot as she reached back to unhook her pink bra. It had a cute bow gracing the band connecting the two cups in the front.

Bras came off.

Tits came out.

Violet’s sagged down pretty low. They were heavy, Double D’s but they were just a tad too soft for me. I mean, if I didn’t have Clara’s perkier C cups beside me with her nipples pointing upward instead of at her navel, it might have been different.

“Redhead it is,” I said, loving the look of Clara’s breasts. “Strip off the rest. You don’t need your clothes while I’m here, Clara.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her hands diving for the fastener of her pants immediately.

My gaze slid back to Violet. “You’re going to work topless at this theater.”

“Of course,” Violet said, her breasts swaying as she leaned closer. Her nipples hardened, poking up from her tits. They were nice nipples. Suckable. “If someone says, ‘Great tits,’ you thank them for the compliment.”

She nodded.

“If they want to touch those tatas, that’s $5. $10 for you to suck their cocks or lick their cunts. $50 for pussy and $100 for anal. Got it?”

“I do, sir,” she purrs, a bright smile on her lips.

“Send half what you make whoring yourself to this PayPal address,” I said, slipping her a card. “Memorize it.”

She did.

Clara came out around the counter to reveal her shapely thighs and that narrowing V of her hips down to her shaved pussy. A strip of red hair descended towards her cunt, too, looking just scrumptious. I licked my lips, my cock throbbing at the sight.

I held out my arm to her, and she took it. I headed to my showing. It was already playing trailers. Perfect. I walked into the packed room, a naked woman on my arms. Everyone was excited for the movie, all ready to chow down on the popcorn and slurp down their sodas.

“Everyone,” I shouted, my voice projecting with power, “without a single word of complaint, gather your food and drinks, and file out of here. You can come back and see the movie later. Go home. Relax. Don’t get pissed off at all. Be happy because you’re giving me the private viewing experience that I deserve.”

And they were happy. The sheep filed out while the trailers kept playing. I smiled and headed towards the seat in the exact middle of the theater. It was one of the comfortable ones with the recliner chairs. I sank down into it.

“Clara, take out my cock and worship it with your sweet mouth,” I said as the movie began playing.

I was eager for the conclusion to last year’s Infinity War. That was an amazing movie. The directors better not blow this. I had not a problem finding the creators and punishing them.

Clara took out my cock. If I looked down at her, I knew I would see worship on her lips, but I was watching the movie. Ironman drifting in space, Nebula with him. They had lost hope. How would they get out of this?

The redhead licked my cock. She groaned in delight as she dragged her tongue up my dick. I didn’t mind the noise. She could make all she wanted so long as she pleased me. A tingle raced through down my shaft as she dragged her tongue right up to the pinnacle of my cock.
She drifted around it.

Caressed it.

The naughty girl fluttered her tongue before she dove back down to my balls.

They were a special pair of balls. Big and thick. I really had two superpowers: mind-control and an unlimited supply of cum. I fired ten times as much as the average guy, and even more when I was excited. I’ve gone an entire day cumming, just going from slut to slut, filling their pussies, asses, and mouths with cum until they were full and then moving onto the next.

Clara loved those special balls. She rubbed her face into my hairy nuts like she knew they were special. She cradled them in her gentle hands. Her tongue flicked out, sliding through the hairs. I groaned, settling in to enjoy the movie.

She sucked my right ball into her mouth. She nibbled on it while her hand stroked my cock. She fisted up and down it, working out the precum that flowed out of my cock’s tip. That lubed her stroking hand, letting her glide her stroking touch up and down my cock with ease.

She whimpered around my balls.

Pleasure twinged up to the tip.

I rested a hand on her head. I petted her as she kissed over to my left ball.

Engulfed it.

I groaned, a smile building and building on my lips as she loved my cock and I sank into the world of the next Avenger’s film. Scarlet Johansson appeared. Shame she was a blonde now, but even with her hair dyed, she was a sexy beauty.

Perhaps the hottest woman in Hollywood.

My dick twitched and throbbed in Clara’s stroking hand as I thought about visiting California. Having Scarlet Johansson, in that Black Widow bodysuit, riding on my cock for a weekend sounded perfect.

Clara licked at my dick again. She fluttered her tongue against the base, moaning her delight that she was allowed to pleasure me. She worked higher and higher, shifting her hands’ grip on me so her lapping could climb my shaft without obstruction.

She reached the top of my cock. Her tongue fluttered against the frenulum, the sensitive boundary between crown and shaft. She danced her tongue around it. She caressed over my tip. Her tongue dug through the slit. She gathered up my precum.

I groaned and savored her tongue. Loved those wonderful licks. The way her tongue flicked through the crown to caress me. My hands clenched on the chairs as Clara worshiped me with her tongue. Her lips brushed the tip.

Then she swallowed me.

Slowly.

Those lips inched over my crown. This girl knew how to follow a movie’s pacing. Endgame started slow, building on the fallout of the last movie. Clara’s delicious teasing was perfect. I simmered as her lips slid over my crown and sealed around my shaft.

She sucked.

The noisy sounds only added to my enjoyment of the movie. My hand tightened in her hair. I gripped her tight as she swirled her tongue around my crown. She caressed that aching tip between her hungry sucks.

Her hand played with my balls. Massaging them. Playing with them. She coaxed the cum brimming in them up towards her mouth. I shifted in my chair, her sucking building and building the pressure at the tip of my cock. I came closer and closer to doing just that. To spilling my load in her hungry mouth. She wanted my jizzed.

The slut deserved my jizz. Every hot woman did once in their life.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I erupted.

My cum pumped into Clara’s mouth. The powerful spurts jetted up my cock and pulsed into her oral cavity. Her lips sealed tight about my pulsing shaft. She gulped it down. I heard every swallow as my balls kept unloading.

A flood of jizz filled her mouth. Stars burst across my vision, dancing across the screen. My orgasm slammed pleasure into my mind again and again. Clara gulped fast as she could, but I could feel the jizz spilling down my shaft, my cum overwhelming her mouth.

Few women could handle it without training.

“Damn, slut!” I groaned. “You know how to give a blowjob. Just keep doing that.”

She moaned and kept sucking. Her fingers massaged my balls, another load already growing.

I knew the redhead was the right choice to make.

She nursed at my cock, building me towards another climax. I smiled, the plot starting to move. I had no idea where this movie was going. I hadn’t paid attention to the spoilers. I shifted in my seat, savoring Clara’s sucking mouth.

An empty movie theater and a hot woman sucking on my dick. Best way to watch a mov—

“Oh, my God, do you see what Janice posted,” gasped a girl’s voice from the back. “She’s hooking up with Brad.”

“Brad Temple?” gasped a second voice. “I thought he and Melissa were banging.”

“Guess she didn’t suck cock good enough,” the girl said.

I groaned. Stragglers. The movie must be fifteen minutes in and the pair were moving around behind me. I struggled to just focus on the movie and not let these two girls ruin the fun. I had Clara sucking hard on my cock, just nursing at it, making everything perfect.

“I thought we were meeting Chris and Derrick,” said one of the girls. They appeared at my row. “There’s no one here but him and that slut sucking his dick. Are we at the right theater?”

I glared at the girls. They were standing at my row, the blue glow of their phones splashing across their faces. One of them beeped with a notification. The girl’s brow furrowed. She had black hair and a pale white face. Her mascara looked quite heavy, her lipstick black. Her dress was black and torn in places, wispy and almost girlish, but at the same time had something dark and sensual about it. Her breasts stretched out a corset-like bodice.

“Fuck, they said they went home. Had to leave the theater free for some dude to watch the movie.” She glanced at me. “Some important guy. Must be him.”

“Well, darn,” the other girl muttered. She was blonde, her body slender. She had a perky look to her, wearing jeans and a pink blouse. “I was hoping to hook up with Derrick. He’s cute.”

“Oh, my God, me, too.” The goth girl sighed. “Poor Chris. He wasn’t going to get anything.”
“What do we do?”

“Shut the fuck up is what you do,” I growled, my anger boiling over. “You’re in a movie theater, not the restroom at your fucking college.”

Both girls clamped their jaws shut.

“Now, you two are going to get naked, sit down, and thrust your phones into your cunts. I want your juices to soak those. I hope your cream fries them.”

They stripped, ripping off clothing in as fast as they could. Blondie had an advantage over Goth Girl. She just had to peel off her pink top and wiggle out of her jeans to be down to her panties. She hadn’t worn a bra, her round, plump B-cup tits jiggling as she worked off her pink, bikini-style panties. She had a blonde bush. She sank down into the aisle chair and spread her legs.

Goth Girl had to undo those lacings in her corset. She finally got them undone and shoved her dress down her waist. Her large breasts, easily Double D’s, were constrained in a black bra. They jiggled and bounced as she wiggled her skirt past her hips and dropped it to the floor. She had fishnet stockings and a black thong on underneath.

No, she wore the thong over the stockings.

She peeled those down and I added a command to have her keep on the fishnets. She did, stepping out of her thong and then taking off her bra. Her breasts spilled out. A lovely pair of large, lush tits. They didn’t sag like Violet’s had.

These were perfect tits.

I grinned as I enjoyed Clara’s hungry mouth bobbing up and down my cock, still. She sucked with hunger while the Goth Girl sank down in the seat beside Blondie. Since Blondie had the head start, she already was rubbing her phone into her slit.

She whimpered as she worked her phone into her snatch. Luckily for her, it wasn’t the widest model. Her back arched as she pressed forward with the base, working more and more of her offending phone into her cunt.

Goth Girl had to rip through the threads crisscrossing her shaved cunt. She freed her twat and rubbed her wider phone against it. She groaned as her pussy lips swallowed the screen. She worked it deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Clara bobbed her head faster on my cock.

Goth Girl shuddered. Her big tits jiggled as her pussy pressed her phone deeper and deeper into her twat. She groaned, her back arching as she pressed it the last few inches into her pussy. Her snatch had swallowed every bit of her smartphone.

“Now, both of you rub your clits, don’t make a sound, and no cumming,” I ordered. “I’m trying to enjoy the movie.”

I turned my attention back to Endgame. It would be a long movie. Two hours at least before they could stop rubbing their poor clits. They both shuddered as they did. They didn’t groan or whimper or moan. They only sounds they made were the glide of their fingers over their clits and the creak of their chairs.

“Fucking people these days,” I muttered down to Clara happily sucking on my cock.

She just kept sucking but I could see a smile in her eyes. She approved of their punishment.

Another orgasm was building swiftly in my balls. I ran my fingers through Clara’s hair as she sucked and slurped on me. Her tongue darted around the crown. Those lovely digits of her massaged my cock, bringing me closer and closer to that eruption.

Closer and closer to filling her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned and pumped her mouth full of my cum.

Both Blondie and Goth Girl watched me as they rubbed their clits. They knew that I was cumming. Having the release I could tell they both already craved. Their frustrated attention only made this moment feel even more satisfying.

I drank in every pulse of rapture shooting from my cock into my mind. My chair creaked as my body spasmed. My fingers tightened in Clara’s hair as she gulped down as much of the cum as she could, swallowing with such hunger.

“Shit, yes!” I groaned, satiated.

Clara kept sucking.

“Mmm, you deserve a reward for being so quiet,” I said, “not like some piece of shit girls I know.”
Blondie and Goth Girl looked away, their hands busy between their thighs. The scents of hot pussies permeated the air. A melange of three different women’s passion.

“Clara, you can masturbate yourself,” I said. “Just make sure your mouth is on my cock when you cum to muffle your passion.”

She let out such a groan of gratitude. It wasn’t a consideration I normally gave to my movie theater snack, but this was an unusual situation. Her hand abandoned my balls to plunge beneath her thighs.

I heard the wet plunge of her fingers into her snatch. She moaned around my cock and sucked with a low groan of delight. Her nursing grew even stronger. She bobbed her head, working her lips with hunger up and down my cock.

I settled in to enjoy the movie as Clara took more and more of my dick into her mouth. The naughty redhead was looking to impress me. She pressed my cock to the back of her throat while her fingers churned up her cunt. On her next bob, she swallowed the crown of my shaft.

I hadn’t told her to do that. That was all the slut.

With her cunt being warmed up by her digits, she was eager to reward me. I savored the delight of my dick sliding down her gullet. Her moans vibrated around my cock. The pleasure rippled down to my balls. I groaned out my enjoyment.

It was incredible to have Clara deep-throat me. The two bratty eighteen-year-old whores were trembling in the corner of my eyes, Goth Girl’s big tits really bouncing, painted in bright highlights from the action on the screen.

My hand stroked through Clara’s hair. She moaned with such delight as she took my cock to the root. She fingered her hot twat while her lips pressed into my pubic hair. She was proving what I knew to be true about every woman:

They were whores.

Sluts.

Things that needed attention. THOTs, attention-whores, cockteases. They craved it. Even if they claimed they didn’t. They dressed to show off their bodies. Tight jeans. Short skirts. Low-cut blouses. They wanted to be the center of the world, queens worshiped by men.

But they were so desperate for that worship sometimes, they would do anything to please a man. I didn’t order Clara to deep-throat my cock, but she wanted all my attention. She had competition from those masturbating whores.

And I just lapped it up.

Clara moaned around my cock. She swallowed around my dick. She massaged my cock with a skill that belied that wholesome appearance she had. It was a lie that she had ever been a good girl. Not when she really was a dirty, filthy whore deep-throating a stranger’s cock in a theater while frigging her pussy to a hard climax.

And she would cum.

Oh, yes,

She moaned louder and louder as she massaged my cock with her throat. Then she slid her mouth up. She groaned the entire time. My balls twitched from the force of her suction. In a quiet moment in the movie, I could hear her fingers wet plunge into her juicy twat.

She stirred herself up. Drove herself to that climax and brought me along for the ride.

Her mouth kept climbing and climbing until my cock popped out of her throat and was held only in her mouth. She left my dick gleaming in her spit, reflecting the light spilling from the movie. I savored the action now. The conflict as she slammed her mouth back down my cock again.
And again.

She fucked her mouth and throat up and down my cock while fingering her dirty twat. She moaned and gasped around it, gurgling as she swallowed my dick down her gullet over and over again. She soaked my pubic hair with her spit.

Brought me closer and closer to spilling in her.

To pumping her full of cum.

She slid her mouth all the way down my cock when it happened. Her orgasm.

She squealed around my cock. She moaned, the vibrations of her orgasm humming around my dick. The pleasure shot down to my aching balls. The pressure in them tripled just from the buzzing feel of her passion.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Enjoy that orgasm.”

Goth Girl stared at me, pleading in her eyes. Her large, perky tits heaved as she kept rubbing her clit. She was using her left hand now. Her right arm must be tired. Beyond her, Blondie rocked in her seat, tormented by her need to satiate her whorish cunt soaking her phone in wanton juices.

“Clara, you earned that cum. Go multi-orgasmic.”

The girl squealed around my cock. Her mind believed she could do it, so she would. I could hear the pussy juices gushing out of her and splashing on the ground. She was making quite the mess for her fellow employees to clean up.

The redhead moaned around my dick. Gave me such delight. My dick throbbed in her throat. The pressure hit a peak in my balls. I had another load of cum to fire into her. Another massive gushing of jizz to fire straight into her stomach.

“Fuck!” I groaned, my body bucking in the seat.

I pumped my cum down her throat. I fired it straight into her belly as the pleasure surged through me. It slammed into my mind. I groaned at the waves of darkness washing across my vision. For a moment, the Avengers were forgotten as I reveled in the bliss of my orgasmic rapture.

Pulse after pulse after pulse of my cum pumped into her belly. Each one gave me a burst of ecstasy so delicious that it blazed through my mind. I savored every one of them. I reveled in them, gasping, groaning, howling out in rapture.

They were incredible.

I fired the last blast into her mouth and panted. She kept moaning. Kept frigging her pussy while the orgasm surged through me. I sucked in deep breaths, my dick aching in her mouth. I just smiled as I came down for my orgasmic high.

For a while, I just savored her throat moaning around my cock as she masturbated herself to orgasm after orgasm. They must be rippling through her, each one giving her a burst of rapture that had her mind drowning in the bliss.

Goth Girl and Blondie both stared at her with envy and me with begging and pleading.
“You two have a lesson to learn about being good girls at the theater,” I said.

I leaned back and watched the movie. It was perhaps a good ten or fifteen minutes of enjoying Clara moaning around my cock, the buzzing bliss around me before I was craving something different from the redhead.

“Slut, that’s enough of your mouth,” I said. “I want your pussy on my cock. Don’t moan out your orgasms and don’t block my view of the screen. But you can keep cumming as much as you like.”

Clara stopped moaning and ripped her mouth off my dick. She crawled up my body and straddled my lap. She was short enough that I could see comfortably over her shoulder as she ground her hot pussy on my dick, her juices soaking it as she struggled to get me in her trembling body.

Her orgasm must still be raging through her body. Then her dripping cunt found the tip of my cock. She slammed her twat down me. I groaned as she slid her convulsing snatch down my dick, engulfing me in the heaven on my cunt.

She pressed her lips into my neck and I could feel her fighting against her moan as her pussy writhed around my cock. I didn’t need her to ride me. I just needed her cunt to go wild with her climaxes around my cock while I enjoyed the movie.

I gripped her ass, savored her spasming pussy writhing about my cock, and watched the action on the screen as the Avengers put their crazy plan into motion. My fingers dug Clara’s squirming butt-cheeks as she worked her pussy in circles around my cock.

She kept cumming and cumming and cumming.

I couldn’t tell where one of her orgasms began and the next ended. Her pussy just spasmed. Convulsed. Writhed. Her flesh massaged me. Sucked at me. Her juices soaked my balls as they gushed out hot around my dick.

Goth Girl and Blondie could only watch in envy.

The pressure built with every sucking second I was in Clara’s pussy. Her hot, silky sheath massaged around my shaft. Her climaxing twat especially felt amazing around my crown. She fanned the growing pressure there.

My balls, soaked in her pussy cream, grew tighter and tighter. I had my eyes locked on the screen now. Things were getting so tense in the movie. Then, at a moment of triumph for the heroes, I groaned and came in Clara’s pussy.

I pumped her amazing snatch full of my cum.

I grunted through clenched teeth as I pumped her climaxing twat with my jizz.

Her lips kissed and nibbled and sucked at my neck. She wanted to howl out but couldn’t. Her pussy spasmed harder around my cock. Her breasts rubbed into the shirt I wore while her snatch milked my cock.

I unloaded spurt after spurt into the heaven of her pussy. My fingers squeezed her rump while the rapture burned across my mind. I twitched a final time as I hit the pinnacle of my latest orgasm. I left her pussy filled with cum.

She kept climaxing.

Goth Girl and Blondie switched hands over and over, rubbing their clits and suffering in silence. I could almost forget about them as the movie caught me up in the action, and Clara’s pussy rippled and writhed around my cock.

I came a second time and then gasped at what was happening on screen. The pleasure burned through my mind, enhancing my enjoyment of the film. This was the best way to watch a movie. Dumping cum into a girl’s cunt.

As the movie went along, every ten minutes or so, I added more spunk to Clara’s pussy.

I spurted jizz into her depths. Her pussy worked out the cum from my nuts while the pleasure burned across my thoughts. My dick ached and throbbed. My balls had more and more spunk to give the slut. And she wanted it.

Then the explosive climax began. And I don’t mean my cock erupting into Clara’s pussy.

That cinematic moment happened in the movie. Captain America said those lines, “Avengers, assemble!”

“Fuck, yes!” I growled and basted Clara’s pussy with more and more of my cum.

Now I was just erupting. I was spurting jizz left and right as the battle for the gauntlet raged. Thanos on one side, the Avengers on the other. It was great. I shuddered, fucking my hips upward, bouncing that cunt on my dick as I flooded her with an impossible amount of seed.

My thoughts burned as I enjoyed the movie. And then it happened. We hit the ending. The moment of triumph and…

I slowed down. I groaned, the emotion of the moment settling on me while Clara’s pussy spasmed and writhed, milking at my cock, coaxing out one final orgasm before we hit the end of the movie. Said goodbye to the characters.

“Damn,” I groaned, erupting into Clara’s pussy one final time. I pumped her twat full of my cum. Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded into her. I clapped around her, applauding the movie’s ending. “Fucking shame about Black Widow, but, fuck, that was great! Yes!”

The two masturbating girls stared at me as the credits rolled.

“You can make noise,” I told them as Clara’s convulsing pussy writhed around my cock.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Clara moaned, clearly thinking I meant her, too. “Oh, my fucking God, this cock is amazing! Yes, yes, yes! You keep flooding my fucking pussy with your jizz. I’m so full! So goddamn full!”

“Fuck, I am,” I groaned.

“Please, please, let us cum!” Blondie moaned.

“We’re so sorry!” gasped Goth Girl. “We’ll never be noisy in a movie theater again.”

“No, no, no!”

“Just let us cum!” Goth Girl’s big tits heaved as she still rubbed her clit. With the house lights coming on, I could see the tear tracks running down her cheeks. She was crying from frustration. Her clit looked red from being rubbed so much.

She switched hands.

“We’re so, so, so sorry!” howled Blondie. She leaned over. “I need to get my phone out of my cunt and cum!”

“My clit hurts!” gasped Goth Girl. “I’m going to rub it raw.”

“End credits are still going,” you say.

“But those last like fifteen minutes!” sobbed Goth Girl. “I need to cum! I need to fucking cum!”

“So do I,” I groaned, pumping the last load into Clara. “Slut, get off my cock, turn around, and bend over. I want to fuck that asshole.”

“Yes, sir!” gasped Clara.

She climbed off of me. I had pumped so much cum into her pussy, she had a swollen belly, inflated by all the seed I pumped into her. She looked like she had a jizz baby growing in her. She stumbled and turned around, bending over.

Jizz and pussy juices gushed down her thighs. Another orgasm must be bursting through her. It splashed on the floor while I stood up and brought my cock to her asshole. Blondie and Goth Girl moaned and whimpered.

“Aren’t they just pathetic, disgusting girls?” I asked Clara as I brought my cock to her asshole.

“They’re just the worse!” she said. “They came in and spoiled your movie. Even if you weren’t our VIP, that’s horrible of them!”

I slid my cock between Clara’s butt-cheeks. The redhead turned, her hair swaying about her face. I slid my cock down and down until I found her asshole. I nudged into her sphincter, and then I thrust forward hard.

The slut gasped and moaned. Her anal ring slowly surrendered to my cock. She was tight back here. Was I breaking in her cherry ass? I grinned as Clara howled out in rapture. Her sphincter popped open wide enough.

My cock slammed into her bowels.

“Please, please, we’re filthy and nasty and horrid,” begged the Goth Girl, “ but we need to cum. I’m going insane!”

“I’ll do anything!” Blondie howled. “I’m so sorry for ruining your movie. I’m a cunt! A bitch! I just need to cum!”

Their frustrated, sobbing begging for release was music to my ears as I savored Clara’s tight bowels. Her flesh rippled about her as she cried out in orgasmic rapture again. Her bowels convulsed and spasmed around me. Her flesh sucked at me.

It was incredible. Amazing. It was the best thing in the world. I groaned, pumping away at her asshole. I slammed to the hilt in her. Again and again, I buried into her. I rammed to the hilt in her snatch. It was amazing. I gasped, ramming home into bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she howled. “I love this cock. Even in my asshole!”

“Is she coming again?” sobbed Goth Girl.

“Yes, she is!” I groaned. “She’s not a filthy, terrible, nasty cunt-whore like you! She’s not a piece of garbage just stinking up the world with her loud, bitchy, polluted mouth, is she?”

“No,” Goth Girl moaned.

“So she gets to cum as much as she wants on my cock!”

“I keep cumming, whore!” howled Clara, her bowels rippling around me. “You shit-mouthed slut! I get to cum and cum and cum on his cock!”

I hammered her bowels with hard strokes. Powerful strokes. Blondie and Goth Girl both whimpered and sobbed. I watched them squirming, Goth Girl’s big tits heaving. Blondie’s jiggling, her mascara running.

Clara’s asshole rippled around me, her moans of ecstasy echoing through theater along with the slap of my heavy balls into her taint. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock, another orgasm that would explode out of me.

I would baste her asshole in so much cum. I would flood her with all the jizz building and building in my balls. My cum would explode out of me. It would be incredible. I gripped the slut’s hips. I pounded her bowels hard and fast.

“I’m cumming again, you fucking airhead, bimbo whores!” Clara moaned, her bowels spasming with even more hunger about my cock. “His dick is amazing. Oh, yes, yes, I’ve never had more pleasure in my life! Keep rubbing those nasty clits like the horny bitch-sluts you are!”

I loved this girl.

“Fuck, yes!” I groaned, staring at the begging and pleading in the two whores’ eyes as I slammed into Clara’s asshole. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming in her.

Her bowels suckled at me. They rippled and massaged me. The pressure swelled in me. I groaned, my crotch smacking into her rump. Her red hair danced as she howled out another orgasm. She must have had a hundred by now.

And kept having more.

My balls swelled. The scent of tangy pussy burned through the air. The eighteen-year-old high school sluts’ cunts mixing with Clara’s hot snatch. I breathed the aroma in as I groaned. I slammed to the hilt in Clara’s asshole.

I had my best orgasm yet.

My cum erupted from my cock. Molten jizz flooded her asshole. I reveled in the pleasure hammering my mind. It slammed into me again and again. Stars exploded across my vision as I reveled in it. I groaned, my heart beating so fast. Just pounding away in my chest. I snarled out as I pumped all that jizz into her bowels.

“Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Mr. VIP!” Clara howled. “Thank you for picking me to be your movie-theater snack!”

“You’ve been a fucking meal, Clara!” I groaned as her asshole milked out my cum. I pumped and more into her. I unleashed a flood. I just knew her jizz baby bump was growing with every eruption of cum into her body. “Shit, yes!”

Goth Girl and Blondie moaned and whimpered. On the screen, the final credits appeared, the MPAA logo, and then it was over. The screen went black. The two masturbating whores both screamed out in begging need.

“It’s over! Can we fucking cum!”

“Please, please, let us cum! Please! We’re such slut-bitches!”

“Shit-whore cunts!”

“Nasty, filthy cunt-babies who just spoil everything with our selfish bleating!”

“Yes, you do!”I said and then grinned. “Clara, should they cum?”

“Fuck, no!” she moaned, her bowels still rippling about me.

I pulled out of her and said, “You can stop cumming now.”

“Oh, my God,” she moaned and fell back onto the chair. She clutched at her pregnant-looking belly. Sweat plastered her face. Bliss shone in her eyes. She looked dazed. On the verge of passing out now that her orgasms were over.

She must have cum for over an hour straight. Probably closer to two hours.

“Okay, sluts, phones out of your cunts. You can stop masturbating.”

Both girls whimpered as they worked their phones out of their twats. Pussy cream dripped from both of their smartphones. They were soaked in them. They held them in their hands, staring in horror at them, knowing they wouldn’t work.

Goth Girl turned hers on. Or tried to.

“No, no, no,” she groaned. “I just got this for my birthday.”

“And that’s how you treat it,” I said, shaking my head. “And yours, Blondie?”

“Dead,” she wailed.

“Well, since you two girls are such terrible phone owners, who don’t have any consideration for others nor for your own expensive phones, you’ll never own another one in your life, will you?”

“No,” both girls said, a dawning horror blossoming in their eyes. They would be cut off from apps. From social media. From gossiping with their whore-friends and hooking up with guys like the teenage sluts that they were.

“Can we please cum, sir?” Goth Girl asked, holding her phone, more tears filling their eyes.

“You can’t even cum again if you haven’t been punished for being a pair of loud-mouth, obnoxious cunts, now can you?”

“Hasn’t this been enough?” Goth Girl asked, holding up her phone and then looking down at her abused clit. It thrust out from her shaved pussy folds. What should have been pink was raw red.

“No, that was just keeping you two quiet during the movie and making sure that you didn’t use your phones. I had to put them somewhere safe.” I grinned maliciously at them.

Clara giggled behind me.

“Then fucking punish us!” Blondie moaned. “Just do it so we can cum.”

Goth girl nodded, this look of wild need on her face.

“Well, what should I do to a pair of contemptuous, selfish, nasty whores like you?”

“Humiliate us!” gasped Blondie. “Like spit on us!”

“Spank us!” Goth girl moaned. “Our asses. Our tits. Even our cunts.

“Pee on us! You could just piss on our tits or in our cunts or all over our faces!” Tears fell down Blondie’s cheeks as she said those words.

“Make others watch us while you piss on us!” Goth Girl shuddered. “Or put clothespins on my big tits!”

“Make us crawl on our knees and follow you around begging for you to do more and more mean things to us! Just… just… Do what you have to do to let us fucking cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled.

To be continued…

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