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Meat and Greet
🕑 Added 2017-12-19 11:16:16 +0000 UTC “Could I get an autograph?” asked the brawny young man with a nervously leering grin. He was holding out a magazine whose cover story promised a naughty and in-depth look at the heroine. Ms. Marvel couldn’t take it very seriously. After all, a little tasteful nudity was almost ironic in comparison to the rest of this meet and greet.“Sure thing,” Carol said, taking the pen he offered and signing her name quickly but precisely on the cover. Her firm, confident pen strokes traced almost sensually over the half-naked facsimile of her depicted with the title ‘One Marvelous Missus.’
“Can I touch your pussy?” another man asked, barely able to look her in the eye, he was concentrating on the flossy bottom on her leotard so avidly. Carol couldn’t blame him, the way it plunged between the fronts of her bare thighs, then climbed (much diminished) up along the crevice of her ass, covering the roundness of her buttocks only just.
“Just the hair,” Carol told him. “There’s plenty of time for more later.”
He pulled the bottom of her costume aside, letting out her finely trimmed pubic hair, soft and silky as mink. It looked like spun gold, and under it, her pussy was so pink as to be a molten amount of the same. He ran his other hand over it. “God, it’s sexy. I could get off just sliding my cock around in this sweet little hairpie!”
“Why don’t you?” Carol suggested.
“What?” he asked, astonished at her offer.
“Why not?” Carol continued. “You asked to touch it, didn’t you? We never said what you would touch it with.”
He eagerly began wrestling his half-hard cock from his slacks and briefs as the next man in line approached Carol. He had another copy of the magazine with her photoshoot in it, and another pen for her to use to scrawl her name.
“Do you think I could rub my cock on your tits?” he asked, staring at her sharply jutting breasts, their rosy nipples tensed into firm erection beneath their thin black covering.
She unzipped her leotard to the waist, letting the sheer size of her cleavage push the halves of it apart. “Of course,” Carol said, handing his signed magazine back, then sighing as the earlier man hunched behind her on his knees, humping a solid foot of his hardened prick into her glossy bush. His lips drew back and released a hearty moan as her fur tantalized the tender length of his manhood.
Carol herself was simmering and squirming, her pussy seeping with damp warmth and the rich, musky scent of her arousal. She wondered how long her ‘gentleman caller’ would be content just teasing himself with the furriness of her cunt before he had to have more. He was as horny as the next man, and the next man was pumping his ten-inch prick into her cleavage, thrilling her engorged nipples with the friction of his shaft over their growing lengths.
Carol’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps of excitement. The next man in line came to her with his fly already unzipped; Carol had never seen so much dick in her life. He handed her a magazine and a marker, and Carol had barely put down the first M before he was shoving his cock at her mouth.
Oh well, Carol thought, sucking on it obligingly, I always did like a man who knows what he wants.
All their humping was tossing and swaying Carol like a wave on the ocean. Her voluptuous body moved with the undulations, sweeping from one pleasure to another. One moment there was the glowing warmth filling her breasts as they were used as one man’s personal sex toy, the next she had pendulumed back and her cunt was tingling with teasing delight as another cock pushed against its hair. The men see-sawed back and forth, rubbing their hot dicks on her flesh until it seemed certain they would kindle a fire.
Carol’s clit pushed from its sheath, seeking in its tenderness to get a taste of the wonderful rutting that her sex was getting. And that bucking cock radiated heat like a branding iron, its blistering warmth touching her clit without reaching it. The man seared her little button with each gliding stroke of his manhood.
“Look at how she’s humping her cunt on me!” the man announced. “I’m going to come and I haven’t even gotten into her yet!”
“Me too!” moaned the one fucking her tits. “God, she’s rubbing my cock with her tits, my whole cock!” He grunted, straining to hold in the load that slapped Carol’s chest with every swing of his heavy balls.
The man getting his cock sucked couldn’t even hold himself back long enough to say so. He pulled out of Carol to jack his own cock and barely had time to touch it before he was shooting creamy cum all over her face. Carol moaned, then gurgled as her tongue leapt out to lick what she could get at.
The others saw that and couldn’t hold themselves back from joining in. There was a reason the line wrapped around Carol’s prone body before coming to the signing station. All around her, men jacked their stiff cocks and shot their cum onto Carol as if trying to drown her. Their seed sprayed on Carol’s welcoming body from all sides. Grunts and moans of their orgasmic satisfaction thundered like it was the sound made by their male essence as it flew through the air.
“I can’t believe it—she likes the taste!”
“She’d better like it, I’m coming in her mouth, not her face like that numbnuts…”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Carol asked with a wet-lipped moan, dropping her jaw wide as the man who had spoken came forward to fill her mouth. He had a magazine clutched reflexively in his hand, and as Carol gurgled around his rutting cock, she took the magazine from him and signed her name on the front. That pictorial again—she’d had no idea it was so well-loved.
By then, the torrential downpour of cum had begun to slacken off. Carol felt a few stray, weakening spurts and then it was over. Her whole body was slathered with musky male seed. Its warmth crept into every pore.
“Shit, did we ever make a mess. Someone get this woman a towel!”
“Fuck that! Let’s rub it in. I hear cum is a great exfoliant. Keeps a woman all warm and soft.”
“Yeah, yeah… hate if her skin stopped being so soft. It’d be real unfair to all the other guys in line.”
They dropped their magazines and autograph books by Carol’s head, and as she went through them signing one after another, a thirty-handed massage began over every inch of her cum-soaked flesh. Fingers kneaded her skin and swirled over her curves, all of them rubbing in one man’s jism or another, or pushing it underneath her costume as the undone leotard hung off her. Carol had never been groped and fingered so overwhelmingly. Her breasts were a major attraction, of course, and they were so thoroughly palmed that she thought she might develop bruises. Her pussy was visited almost as much. And her ass, why, that went without saying.
But Carol didn’t mind. Anything for her fans.
Comments
Shendude
i do wonder what it is about Carol, specifically, that makes people want her to get gangbanged? Well, it's a fun little PWP anyways.
