Chapter 9
by 
fantaseer
Is it time to blow?
Absolutely!
You can't see a reason to hold back any longer, so you don't, as you grab thick handfuls of Brie's blonde hair and slam her face down. Head reared backwards, your hips buck forward and you rise up on your tiptoes, unleashing a flood of cum into Captain Marvel's throat.
"HERE IT COMMMESSARRRRRGHHHH!" A combination of a roar and a shout, it leaves your body involuntarily. Your body lurches forward, pinning Brie between your body and the wall. Presented with only one choice, Brie excitedly accepts her position and greedily swallows your thick load. When she feels your hands leave her head, she returns hers to your ass, pulling you forward in an effort to suck you completely dry. You continue shooting sticky ropes for so long that your legs begin to cramp, but Brie never stops sucking - her lips drawn tight as she swallows down whatever drops are left.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" She has you stuck in a loop, but mercifully frees you by drawing off your cock, head popping out with an exaggerated POP! You collapse to the ground in a heap, closer to husk than human after that expert fellatio. "Holy fuck." It's all you can manage while your brain reboots, barely able to process incoming stimuli.
Licking her lips lasciviously, Brie's chest heaves from exertion as she looks at you with eyes that scream seduction. "Delicious," she says in a raspy tone, no doubt affected by her face being pummeled. "But I don't think he's finished..." She takes a finger runs it along the length of your shaft down to your balls. She takes them into her palm, rubbing them gently, feeling their weight. "These still feel heavy to me," she whispers, delighting in watching your dick twitch back to life.
"Yes, more," you blurt, like a caveman thawed from the ice. But slowly, your faculties are returning. "But not here." You stop and consider for a moment. "And we need an audience"
And as soon as the idea comes to you, the scene turns and fades like a TV show. You find yourself seated in an auditorium. Your pants are back on, if only temporarily. A light above flashes "APPLAUSE" as the band begins to play and Brie appears from backstage in her infamous black dress while the crowd roars its approval.
Adorned in silver buttons, it featured a deep neckline that highlighted her incredible tits and cleavage, and a slit up to the hip that gave everyone a generous view of her legs as she walked. Her tits swing and bounce as she walks, and again as she waves to the cheering crowd, flashing a million watt smile. Any evidence of your previous encounter was gone as her makeup was photo-shoot perfect while her long blonde hair gleamed under the lights as it hung past her shoulders.
Before the applause had died down and Brie began her monologue, you were already out of your seat and headed down the stairs. You get down to the stage and simply stroll past the cameras to center stage, next to the busty "Kong Island" star. You take the microphone from her hand as she turns, apparently surprised to see you. So, everything resets, you think to yourself.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" you say to the quieting crowd. "Doesn't Brie look great tonight!" They once again cheer and applaud as Brie smiles at the reception, mouthing thank you.
"I mean, look at this body!" you continue, placing a hand around Brie's waist on her hip. "This is what I call a 'fuck me' dress, don't you all agree?" The crowd roars again, clearly liking where this is headed. Each time, they get a little louder, rowdier. And by now, They have definitely noticed your growing erection as it tents your sweatpants while you ogle and objectify Brie.
You pull Brie's dress down to expose her tits. She gasps, but still flashes the crowd a cheeky smile, excited to show off for them. She shakes her torso, getting them to swing tantalizingly to more hoots and hollers. Enjoying the back and forth, you pose a question:
"Tits or mouth?!"
