Avengers: Endgame: Extended Edition

I was wearing my fancy tuxedo as I looked fondly at the life-sized cutout of Pom Klementieff (as Mantis), with her ass exposed and pussy on display. She was turned to face the viewer with an "Uh-oh" expression as the cut-out included my character (Random Guy #3) stroking her ass and my dick at the same time. Probably all taken from a screenshot of the movie.

This was the special, midnight premiere of Avengers: Endgame: Extended Edition, and included all the scenes I insisted they include during reshoots where I fucked as many of the A-level Marvel stars as I could. The first ****-17 movie Disney ever produced, and they were expected to lose money hand-over-fist because of it.

I kept admiring Pom's cardboard ass. Maybe I should've released her from the basement for this? "There you are," said Janice, breathing heavy having escaped through the maze of Red Carpet paparazzi. I admired her body in a sequined silver dress. Millions of dollars of exercise programs had slimmed her down some, but not in the places that count, I thought, rubbing her belly and feeling a kick. I cocked a smile as she rubbed my crotch.

"Not here," I said, not out of modesty but toleration. "We'll wait for the show." She smiled in appreciation as I saw a twinkle in her eye. She forwent the glasses tonight, trying out some contacts I got her, just to try to look more beautiful amongst the stars. But I could care less.

"Gah, I'm here you guys," was all I heard before Janice's lovely smile soured. I looked back towards Amy, skulking in a red cocktail dress, looking as much as a sourpuss as she was the time I **** her.

"Lift up your dress," I said, as the large crowd around me quieted down. She looked askance, but did not hesitate to lift the hem all the way up to her larger chest. I admired her shaven pussy under the protruding belly for but a moment before reaching in. The cameras of over 200 media outlets got a good sight of me finger-fucking this rich bitch before licking myself off. "Seems you haven't had sex tonight. Good. I don't want other dicks inside you." She dropped her dress at my nod, and followed Janice and I inside.

The movie was enjoyable. I didn't want Janice to miss any of the activities, so I ordered my good friends Zendaya and Brie to pleasure her and I when the time came. Amy had to settle for Rene Russo. I ate popcorn as Brie slowly suckled my cock, and enjoyed the way that the directors had inserted the sex scenes throughout the movie. I mean, I did fuck the starlets in front of a green screen, so it was easy to move it pretty much anywhere in the film. Apparently my random character was a carrier of some sex virus that Nebula (Karen Gillan) releases into the atmosphere. I nodded in astonishment when several new scenes, not featuring me, showed hardcore sex between the Marvel characters, apparently added to make sense of my scene. This could start a whole new genre.

Janice missed a few minutes in mid-orgasm thanks to Zendaya's wandering tongue, so I had the usher rewind the movie a bit. She missed it again, and I rewound it farther. Then Janice turned to me and said she had to pee. So I paused the film, to the audience of hundreds' annoyance, and we got up to use the facilities. I pulled Amy roughly up, accidentally ripping her cocktail dress and exposing her left breast.

The women's bathroom was emptied by my personal guard for us three to use. Amy sat on the counter and sulked at her ripped dress. Janice hiked up hers and smiled at me as she sat down to piss. "Do you want to piss on me?" she said, as a steady stream released from her loins. "The crowd will love it."

"I don't want to ruin your beautiful dress," I said. "Or your look."

She adored me, with every word. "You could never do that, John," she said. "Your piss is better than any makeup." Her hero worship of me was a little strong tonight, but still appreciated.

"Maybe I'll piss on her," I half-jokingly said, gesturing towards Amy, as Janice giggled.

"Ha ha ha," said Amy, going on to ignore the conversation. "My dress is ruined," she said, noting that the left cup had been sheered straight off. "Might as well be naked."

"It's a Qartheen dress!" shouted Janice, finishing up her piss.

"A what?" asked Amy.

"It's from A Song of Ice and Fire," I informed her, "You know the show Game of Thrones? It's from the books and is what they wore in Qarth."

"I saw some of that, but I don't remember people walking around too much with a boob out."

"That's because it wasn't on that stupid show." Janice frowned, as she and I both agreed to stop watching the show which was just getting really silly now.

"Maybe I'll wear my dress like that!" said Janice, excitedly as she tore off her left cup and cut it with a pair of coupon-cutting scissors she had in her purse for some reason. It was a $10,000 dollar dress, but I just smiled, as money had no meaning anymore.

Janice's large tit was exposed, with its quarter-sized nipple on full display and a hint of colostrum leaking out that she wiped away. Both women looked towards my crotch, but I turned to hide my growing erection, as I simply grabbed Janice by her side and squeezed her ass. We reached the door, but it was locked.

"What the fuck?" I asked, struggling to open it. Shit. Was this Reeves? Was this his ****? I started breathing heavily, wondering why I thought it best to enter the lion's den. I looked over at Amy, pleading with her with my eyes, but she just had a look of fear as well. She was as scared of her old man as I. Janice just seemed confused. Poor, innocent Janice.

Janice's phone did not get a signal. My iWatch was not connecting either, in this secured Chinese Theatre bathroom. I started hyperventilating, panicking that something bad was going to happen, and my panic was answered by a blowjob. Amy fished out my still-erect cock and began relieving me as I rolled my eyes. I was cumming soon enough.

But then the door burst open, as a cloud of grey smoke rolled in. My eyes widened at the sight of the three men entering, two of which were carrying rifles of some sort. I backed up, my cock still out, as Amy wiped her face and ran behind me in terror.

"Ah, you are fucking my daughter afterall," said Charles Reeves, his voice echoing through a speaker behind an odd-shaped gas mask. "I hope you don't mind the coverings." Two similar masks were on his compatriots, one of which I recognized as his butler Winters, from previous dealings in coming up with our current arrangement.

"What the fuck, Chuck?" I said, in seething rage, as I stepped forward, but stopped when Janice seemed to collapse to the floor.

"She's just sleepy," he said, with a smile. "In fact, you could say the whole theater is dead tired. I'm surprised Disney authorized this when I proposed it, but it's a two birds with one stone situation. There's mass resignation from the MCU because of your silly little sexcapades. They lost billions. But now, everyone here dies a hero. Disney will bounce back stronger than before, and you'll be immortalized for your noble self-sacrifice."

Amy collapses as well, while I feel a bit faint. "What...?" I hear her say, before she's muffled by the second goon.

"Carry her out," he says brusquely, as my eyesight gets cloudier. "I have a parting gift for you," he says, with a syringe in his gloved hand. Winters grabs hold of me, and I can see that he is wearing headphones. If only I could...

"This is going to pump up your libido a thousand percent. Usually enough to kill someone, but you could actually survive and thrive on it. After you fuck the brains out of every hole in this place. Starting with her."

I ignore his threats and try to wrestle out of Winters' arm hold, in order to grab his headphones and order him to probably **** Charles here. But the arm hold is too tight, the headphones are secured under the mask, and a syringe is now sticking out of my left thigh. "Fuck..." I begin boiling up from a juice of adrenaline and uppers and who knows what else.

I ignore Reeves and Winters and roll up Janice's dress. I fuck her **** body until I get an urge to go elsewhere. I skulk out into the theater proper and begin fucking A- and B-list actresses, publicists, wives, and who knows how many else before I collapse from exhaustion. I never wake up.

RIP: Hayley Atwell, Angela Bassett, Jacob Batalon, Dave Bautista, Chadwick Boseman, Josh Brolin, Yvette Nicole Brown, Linda Cardellini, Don Cheadle, Kerry Condon, Carrie Coon, Bradley Cooper, Benedict Cumberbatch, James D'Arcy, Janice DiAngelo, Vin Diesel, John Doe, Michael Douglas, Robert Downey, Jr., Winston Duke, Chris Evans, Jon Favreau, Monique Ganderton, Karen Gillan, Frank Grillo, Sean Gunn, Danai Gurira, Chris Hemsworth, Maximiliano Hernandez, Tom Hiddleston, Tom Holland, William Hurt, Samuel L. Jackson, Ken Jeong, Scarlett Johansson, Gwyneth Paltrow, Katherine Langford, Brie Larson, Evangeline Lilly, Anthony Mackie, Christopher Markus, Ross Marquand, Stephen McFeeley, Callan Mulvey, Terry Notary, Elizabeth Olsen, Michelle Pfeiffer, Natalie Portman, Chris Pratt, Robert Redford, Jeremy Renner, Paul Rudd, Mark Ruffalo, Anthony Russo, Ava Russo, Joe Russo, Rene Russo, Zoe Saldana, Hiroyuki Sanada, Michael James Shaw, Ty Simpkins, John Slattery, Cobie Smulders, Sebastian Stan, Tilda Swinton, Tessa Thompson, Marisa Tomei, Tom Vaughan-Lawlor, Taika Waititi, Benedict Wong, Letitia Wright, Zendaya, and about 859 others in attendance