Fangirl, of course

When the pink smoke faded, Brie Larson squealed with excitement. THE Iman Vellani, Ms Marvel herself, was standing right in front of her. At her house. By her pool. She knew that they were going to film The Marvels together, but there's nothing quite like unexpectedly meeting your idol.

Brie gazed on in awe at Iman's flawless, brown skin, her magnificent tits, and everything else she wished she could be. The blonde started to feel embarrassed. She was standing in front of perfection personified with her plain, dumpy body on display in a skimpy bikini. Maybe she could do something to distract Iman from her own, inadequate form.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Brie said sheepishly. "I'm your biggest fan. And I have a question."

"Anything for a fan. But you have to ask like you mean it. None of this shy, fangirl stuff."

Brie swallowed and took a deep breath. She summoned up every ounce of her courage and blurted out, "If I lick your pussy until you cum, can I have your autograph?"

A dark smile crossed the younger girl's face, "Like I said, anything for a fan."

Brie lowered her head and dropped to her hands and knees. She crawled to Iman and reached up to pull down the genie's thong. Iman grabbed Brie's wrists and shook her head.

"Not like that sweetie. I want you to look at me while you do it."

Brie raised her head and locked eyes with the Pakistani actress. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered the girl's thong. Brie pressed her mouth into Iman's recently virginal sex and swirled her tongue around her clit. The freshly empowered genie moaned and pressed Brie's face into her crotch. The blonde increased her pace as the darker girl shrieked in pleasure. Very quickly, Iman could feel her orgasm approaching. She continued to look Brie in the eye as her pussy erupted, drenching her in her cum.

Brie remained on her knees, smiling at her hero as Iman's juices dripped from her chin. Iman crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and nodded her head. The actresses were enveloped in pink smoke for a moment. When they could see again, Brie saw that she was in the middle of a strange house. Iman knew her Master was planning on building his ultimate harem, so she created a mansion fit for a king to house them all.

Brie didn't care about any of that though. All she could think about was the 8x10 photo of Iman Vellani in her hand reading, "To my number one fan. Love Iman Vellani."

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Meanwhile...

Logan Pierce hadn't had time to realize that his mind had been corrupted by the power of the Infinity Stones. And at some point, he lost the capacity to care. Right now, the only thing he could concentrate on were Emily Kinney's huge, floppy tits bouncing up and down as the Walking Dead actress rode his dick. Her freshly virginal pussy was almost painfully tight, and it was only made tighter as she was rocked by nearly continuous orgasms. Her blonde pigtails bounced in rhythm with her gargantuan fun bags and she squealed in delight.

Logan figured it was about time to move on, so he allowed himself to cum. Torrents of semen coated the womb of the screaming schoolgirl, triggering one final orgasm. After she'd milked every drop, Emily tucked her tits back into her blouse, straightened her shirt, and started to walk away. She did take the time to glance over her shoulder, wink at Logan, and say "Thanks Daddy," before blowing him a kiss and disappearing into the crowd.

In a nearby men's room, one of the stalls looked like it was about to rock out of its mounts. Inside, Lauren Cohan was bent over, head pressed against the stall door while a middle aged man fucked her from behind.

"Oh yeah sugah. Pound my fucking pussy. Fuck a baby into me."

The man seemed inspired by this and doubled his efforts. He soon grunted and deposited his load into the actress's fertile womb. Lauren tucked her tits back into her tank top, then she pulled up her Daisy Dukes before wandering back into the crowd looking for a fresh load of sperm to knock her up, and a man to put it there.

Behind the dumpster in a nearby alley, Christian Serratos kept her eyes darting around, looking for signs of any cops as yet another john took her from behind. She enjoyed her work, but knew that she needed to play it up even more for her clients. She was careful to keep her voice down, but practically purred with pleasure as she looked back at the stranger.

"Oh yeah Pappi. Give it to me. Fuck your dirty puta."

The man awkwardly started fucking the gorgeous whole even harder until he emptied his load inside of her. Christian waited until the man walked away before taking a pack of wipes and a pack of cigarettes out of her purse. She cleaned yet another mess up from her well used pussy before lighting up a cigarette and heading back to her corner.

In the world famous Hall H, Florence Pugh was drowning in a sea of humanity. The petite, newly Russian blonde was reduced to moaning hoarsely as her nearly limp body was ravaged by an army of fans. She honestly had no idea how many dicks she'd taken or how many pussies she'd eaten. Her mind was absolutely wrecked from a seemingly never ending series of orgasms. Right now, she knew she was getting fucked in all of her holes. She was not quite aware that it was by multiple cocks in each. Somehow, she was managing to take three men in her cunt and another two in her ass. Another two men were harshly face fucking her while she jerked another man off with her right hand and she was rubbing a woman's clit with her left.

Streams of cum dripped from every inch of Florence's body and from each of her holes. She managed the strength to take a quick look around and saw the hall was still filled to capacity. She knew she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. So she relaxed her body and continued to ride the waves of pleasure.

Logan's face was bathed in soft, yellow light as the Mind Stone showed him the results of his hard work. The glow faded and he continued to search for new targets.

After rounding a corner, Logan was pleased to see a gathering of actresses from the show Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Sarah Michelle Gellar, Michelle Trachtenberg, Charisma Carpenter, and Amy Acker laughed quietly as they caught up. A familiar, green light washed over the room and everyone froze except for Logan.