Cruise the Booths

You decide that the big names aren't going anywhere - well, nobody is really - and it might be fun to sample some of the "appetizers" out here on the main floor. You turn on a dime and head back the way you came before stopping back at your original starting point.

Back at Tara Strong's booth, you find that the pasty nerd who was here before has already departed. The only reminder he left being a fairly sizeable load Tara was currently cleaning off her chest before entertaining the next guest. You cut the line to some muted protests, but nobody stops you as you confidently stride up to the table where Tara is seated.

"Oh my, hello!" she says, reacting to you suddenly looming over top of her. "I'm just going to need one secon-ooh!" You interrupt her by roughly grabbing her humongous tits and squeezing tightly.

"Fuuuuck, these things are huge," you offer, overstating the obvious. "A voice actress with giant, fuckable tits is ironic, right? I don't know what irony is, honestly."

"You gonna ride ya Harley, Mistah J?" Tara responds in her iconic Harley Quinn voice, pushing her tits further into your groping hands.

"Fuck, until the wheels fall off..." you respond, pushing her tits together into cleavage that looks like it might burst the seams of her tank top. You take some initiative, and rip it right down the middle yourself leaving only two thin strips of fabric hanging off of Tara's shoulders while her tits hang free.

"Thaaaat's better," you remark, frantically and clumsily pulling your sweatpants to the ground. You're so close to her as you do so that your dick pops out and smacks the busty voice artist in the face.

"Oh wow, you can probably back up just a lit-MMMPH!" Your dick provides the punctuation for that sentence; it was basically over anyway.

"Nope, I'm good riiiight here," you offer, forearms wrapped around her head as you pull Tara down onto your dick. "But I do have a lot of sights yet to see, so we're gonna have to make this first one quick."

You are true to your word and begin rapidly fucking Tara's face without any concern for her enjoyment or well-being. Basically a warm hole to catch your load, you pound away as she lets out high pitched squeals while doing her best to adjust. She bounces up and down off your dick as her tits do the same. You reach down and grab one tightly as you continue to fuck her mouth, the tip pummeling the back of her throat on each turbo-charged thrust.

It's a surreal experience to let go of your sexual inhibitions, enjoying the kind of head you'd always dreamed of, in such a crowded space. And for no one in that crowd to even pay it a passing glance. It was a little unnerving, but fairly easy to get over when the tradeoff was some excellent throat from a busty blonde. Not surprising that someone with such a talent for voices might also be fairly skilled in the blowjob department.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK, Tara gags over your insistent rod, tits still flopping freely as drool spills down onto the floor below. True to your word, it doesn't take long for you to realize you're going to cum. Pumping as fast as you can manage, you let out a low roar as your dick explodes into Tara's throat. Both your bodies shudder as you fire round after round of cum into her stomach, still pumping slowly to make sure you're thoroughly milked dry. Once satisfied, you lift an exhausted Tara off your wet dick, and pull up your sweatpants. She slumps down in her chair, tits red from manhandling, and gurgling softly on the cum that still remains.

"Whoever's next up!" you say, waving at the man whose spot you'd stolen - now staring slackjawed at your literally sloppy seconds. You saunter away without a second thought, and try to find another booth to enjoy - or maybe something else will catch your eye along the way.