Jacob has you sit on him and play with yourself

"I know what I want," he says hungrily, and sits next to you as he unzips his pants. Deft fingers fish out his enormous penis, another already pulling out a condom. In no time at all he's encased in latex and reaching for the ceiling.

"Sit on it," he says.

"Wh... what?" you stammer, your fingers having moved of their own volition from urethra to clit.

Jacob gives you a look like you're a little dumb and waits. You look around furtively, noticing that the five boys keep looking your way now and then, along with a few others in the audience. Seeing this you reach out for your clothes.

"No clothes. Sit on my cock," Jacob tells you.

"But... People will see," you hiss.

A smile crosses his godly face and your knees feel weak.

"It's a dark theatre with a naked girl on the screen getting gangbanged. I think they're distracted."

You're definitely not convinced of that but Jacob puts out a hand, grabs your arm and starts to drag you to him.

"Well that's cute, you've never been shy before," he teases, forcing you to stand in front of him. One arm crosses over your chest like you could hide your lack of shirt as you glance around like an alarmed doe.

"Sit," he commands, and you ever so slowly crouch, feeling his hands positioning your hips.

A gasp escapes your lips as you encounter the latex-covered head of his dick, and you ever so slowly push yourself down, feeling his thickness open you wide.

When you pause and reverse direction to start fucking yourself on him he grabs your hips firmly.

"No," he tells you, freezing your body.

"But you wanted..."

"Sit."

"What?"

"Just sit."

For a moment you're too confounded to do anything but his hands put pressure on your hips, telling them which way to go. Straight down.

"Play with yourself," he commands, and you feel your face flush.

One long-fingered hand reaches up to your small breasts and begins to rub the hard rubbery nipple while the other hand slips down to rub your aching clit. You catch a glance of one of the guys in the theatre looking at you and blush, embarrassed and yet aroused.

Your self-ministrations help to ease the downward passage, and soon you feel your buttocks meet his lap. His hands stay on your hips for a moment to push you firmly in place, his cock buried balls deep and pushing hard against your cervix as if it wanted to get through.

"Keep playing with yourself and I'll feed you," he says.