DC

You pull up your sweatpants, and tuck your dick back inside. "Fuckin' great, thanks," you mutter, and shuffle away. Erin reaches to retrieve a towel from the stack behind her, but is interrupted as a new dick emerges and demands her attention. With a sigh, she turns around and begins to suckle on the man's growing dick as your cum drips and dries on her face.

Moving towards the bigger areas, you see Marvel and DC staged next to each other, though both entrances seem to lead into the same area. There is a line of small, enclosed cubes - each with a door for entrance- that resemble covered cubicles. Men file in and out, and the line of available pods seems endless. You consider your options, and after remembering which side had Margot Robbie, you shift over towards DC. You can't deny that most of the movies are dogshit awful, but the eye candy is terrific.

In contrast with the Marvel side, it's much less crowded over here. And they don't seem to have any greeters with more of a self-serve situation - like pumping gas in New Jersey. You shrug, content to stick with the choice you've made, and enter one of the vacant pods. You open the door to find a room that seems noticeably larger on the inside. It's got one large plush armchair, and an adjacent wall stocked with drinks and snacks - fuel for the long haul. The walls seem to shimmer like screens waiting for their projections. You take a seat in the chair, and the wall in front of you comes to life as a pair of arrows appear on the chair's arm. "MAKE A SELECTION" glows in off-white letters as if projected in front of your face like you're wearing a virtual reality helmet.

You press the arrows and the names start to fly by accompanied by a picture. Gal Gadot, Margot Robbie, Anne Hathaway, Rachel Zegler, Sasha Calle, Melissa Benoist and on and on and on. You recognize most of them - even if you don't remember them being in a DC project. Each one has several different outfits that are customizable like the character select screen of a video game.

"Well, that's pretty fuckin' cool," you say out loud to no one as you struggle to make a decision. You decide to take a chance on someone random, spinning the dial quickly and letting fate decide. It eventually slows and lands on a long-legged strawberry blonde in lingerie - Katherine McNamara. "I can work with that," you say, adjusting her naivete to the max before hitting "SELECT".

Appearing in front of you wearing that same red lingerie, black stockings and heels, Katherine materializes almost instantly and greets you with a wide smile. "Hi there, I'm Kat!" she says in an excited, bubbly voice. "I am just SO excited to be working with you in this scene today! Your dressing room is so much nicer than mine!"

"Scene, right..." you reply slowly as you take her in. She's definitely got the energy of a go-getter, someone who's willing to work for their reward; that will come in handy later. And her body looks fantastic, wearing red lingerie, accented by black garters that do a fantastic job of showcasing her long legs and tight ass.

"This is the most risque thing I've ever done! Playing a stripper, my fans are going to go nuts!" she says, finishing with a high-pitched "SQUEE!" of unbridled excitement.

"We might have a problem there," you offer, eager to move this along to the "fun part".

"Oh noooo, what happened?" Kat asks, with an exaggerated frown.

"It's just that seeing you in this outfit," you begin. "I'm a little...over-stimulated." You gesture down to your growing cock, already creating a sizeable tent in your pants as you remain seated in your cloud-comfy chair.

"Oh. OH!" Kat replies, wide-eyed as she stares at your bulge.

"And I certainly can't be on camera like this, so I need to get it taken care of," you conclude.

"Well, that's true, but can't you just...go take care of yourself," she says, trying to avoid looking down - and failing.

"I could," you admit. "But it would take too long and I might miss call. So, what if you take care of it for me?"

"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." she begins, waving her hands in protest.

"Sure, you can!" you interrupt, her wrist and roughly pulling her down to her knees in front of you. "It'll be a great warm-up for the scene, you'll be in the zone for what strippers actually go through! Like method acting, or whatever." As she's distracted by your rambling and surprised at how easily you pulled her down to her knees, you lift your hips and pull your pants down to your ankles. The first appearance of your hard cock grabs her attention - eyes wide as her mouth drops open in shock.

"Oh...oh my goodness," she says as one hand rises to cover her open mouth.

"Yeah, he's pretty worked up," you offer with a smile, leaning back in the chair so that your cock edges closer to her. "So, if you just wanna go ahead and get started, we can get through this quick."

She looks up at you with a mixture of confusion and trepidation, before reaching out with one hand to gingerly grab your hard phallus. "Ohhh, there we go," you groan, feeling yourself throb against her palm, eliciting a tiny "ooh!" from the D-list actress.

Still unsure, Kat slowly begins to stroke your dry, circumcised cock, working the shaft from balls to tip, but not doing much else. "Come on, Kat," you encourage her. "I know you can do better than that," you chide, as she looks up slightly crestfallen at the thought of disappointing you. Nodding in resolve, she begins to work your balls as well, gently moving them between the fingers of her left hand, while her right continues to stroke you. Eventually, she spits on the tip of your cock, letting it drip down to your balls before beginning to pump a little faster, assisted by her DIY lube-job.

You're briefly satisfied with the handjob, but only because you know an escalation is coming. Once it looks like she's comfortable, thinking that this is as bad is might get, you lean forward and grab her shoulders - pulling her closer to you as your thighs close in on her from both sides and pin her arms to her sides. "Oh, I'm sorry, was I doing a bad job?" she asks.

"No, we're just moving to step two," you reply, placing a hand on the nape of her neck, as the other holds the base of your cock, aiming it at her mouth. You rub it lewdly against her lips, covering her pink gloss in coat of sticky pre-cum. "Mmmmm!" she squeals, desperately trying to avoid this escalation, but unable to move more than a few inches from side to side. "Open up," you sternly demand as she reluctantly, slowly follows orders.

You let out a long, exaggerated moan as you slowly push more and more of yourself inside while her tongue lashes against the underside of your shaft. "Ohhhh, there we go!" you repeat, a little louder this time as you hold your cock in Kat once she's devoured about half your length. She's loudly gagging around you as her thin lips stretch to accommodate you. "GLUPH GUCK!" she sputters around your thick unit as bits of saliva land on your thighs and navel.

"Just relax, you can do it," you offer as encouragement, not giving her the chance to re-consider as you flex your thighs and pull her closer - both hands now firmly attached to her head. Her back is arched, pushing her tight, red-panty clad ass to poke out and wiggle as she tries to shake herself free. **** for a break to catch her breath, you can feel her head pushing back against you while the tip of your cock punches at the opening to her throat.

You can feel her relax as you briefly pull her upward, only to quickly realize that this is the beginning of a face-fucking as she's roughly pushed back down immediately. You start pumping quickly right away, **** to break through into her throat, knowing that this is the best way to erode that resistance. You've got large handfuls of her strawberry blonde hair - accented with temporary pink streaks - intertwined between your fingers as you pump her face like a sex toy.

"Fuck, Kat, you're doing great, I'm almost there," you say, loving the sounds of her struggling. GLUCK GLUMPH HMMMPH GUCK. Your dick is a wet mess, covered in bubbly spit, and little by little you've managed to get more of your cock into Kat's warm orifice. With one final, Herculean push, you break through her barrier with a silent POP and feel her tight throat muscles finally wrap around you.

Having reached your ultimate goal, you soak in it for a few moments by tightly holding Kat's head down. Her throat clutches around your member each time she coughs around you, clearly not used to treatment this rough. You can feel her head pushing back against your hands, neck tensed, but it does not move an inch: you're far too motivated, and she's spent too much energy already. All Kat can manage is to awkwardly kick her legs to no avail as her bright red heels click against the floor.

Feeling your balls begin to churn as you remain lodged in the leggy actresses gullet, you decide to charge over the finish line. The face-fucking resumes, somehow even faster than before. Kat's head is a blur as you flex your forearms and pump her delicate, unprepared mouth over the full length of your twitching cock. "Keep going, Kat! Keep going! You're gonna save our SCEENNNEEEE!" You cry out unexpectedly, immediately shoving Kat back down so that your balls rest against her pointed chin and her nose is pressed deep into your stomach.

"MMMMMPH!" You hear the muffled cry once more as your balls begin to empty down her throat. Appealing to the single charitable bone left in your body, you let her up after the first few ropes have fired. Her face is already a wet mess - makeup smeared, hair matted and unkempt - and your continuing explosion launching multiple ropes over her face only exacerbates that problem. Balls flexing beneath you with each cumshot, you spend a full minute blasting off over a stupefied, speechless Ms. McNamara.

When you're finally spent, you slump back into your chair with a loud sigh. "Woof, now we should be good for the scene. Oh..." You look at Kat, clearly upset, holding her hands out by her sides while zig-zagging lines of opaque, sticky cum coat her face like a Pollack painting. "I'm not ready for the scene now!" she points out, rather unnecessarily.

"Yeah, you should, um, probably go get cleaned up?" She stands up in a huff, and heads toward the door behind you. While you're unsure where exactly she's headed, you do know that this immersion pod works and you're not going anywhere. With a full menu of other known and unknown hotties, you scroll through the menu for your next bit of fun. The balance of power in the DC universe was about to change....