Cum?

Zachery wondered if the man had hypnotized her to not see all the money she had just dumped on the stage floor. But then Victoria said something that almost made his eyes pop out of his head.

“I need to fill my purse with cum!” she screamed desperately, waving the empty bag at the nearest church members. “Please! I need money! I need to fill my purse with cum and money!”

The church was dead silent except for her frantic begging. A few people shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Victoria moved from person to person, holding her purse open like a beggar, tears streaming down her perfectly made-up face.

“Please… anyone… I’ll do anything. Just fill my purse with cum so I can have money again!”

Zachery felt sick to his stomach. Victoria Peretti, the snobby, rich bitch who had looked down on everyone for years, was now on her knees in front of old Mr. Henderson, shaking her empty purse and begging him to cum in it.

“Oh come on!” the man called out loudly, spreading his arms like he was addressing a disappointed crowd. “I thought this church was a community. You folk should help out a fellow member in need.” He laughed, the sound echoing through the old wooden hall. “I think it would be better if every married man in this room helped Vicky out by cumming for her. You can drop in some loose change as a tip to help her efforts.”

He paused, clearly enjoying the shocked silence.

“Oh, and don’t worry about aiming for the slut’s purse. You can cum anywhere, on her, inside her, it’s her job to make sure the cum reaches her purse. Ain’t that right, Vicky?”

Victoria Peretti, still holding her empty designer purse open like a beggar, nodded frantically, tears and desperation mixing on her face.

“YES! Yes thank you!” she cried out. She turned straight to Mr. Henderson, who was sitting in the front row looking horrified. “Please Mr. Henderson, help me! You can cum on my large tits if you want!”

Without waiting, she grabbed the front of her expensive dress and yanked it down hard. Her massive F-cup breasts spilled out into the open air of the church, heavy, perfectly shaped, nipples already hard. She cupped them from below and offered them up to the old man like an offering.

Mr. Henderson looked like he wanted to run away. His face was pale, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. He started shaking his head, mumbling something about this being wrong.

But then everyone in the church heard the man clap twice, loud, sharp claps that cut through the air.

Mr. Henderson’s face changed instantly. The awkward avoidance melted away and was replaced by a sinister, hungry glee. His eyes darkened as he stared at Victoria’s bare tits.

“Well slut,” the old man growled, his voice suddenly rough and nasty, “if you want that cum, you’re gonna have to work for it.”

Zachery’s eyes widened. He was genuinely surprised to hear the well-mannered old Mr. Henderson, the same man who always handed out peppermints after service, speak like that. It didn’t sound like him at all.

Mr. Henderson reached out and roughly grabbed Victoria’s massive honkers with both hands, squeezing them hard enough to make her yelp. He yanked her down to her knees right there in the middle of the aisle. Victoria didn’t resist. She just moaned and kept holding her empty purse open with one hand while using the other to help push her tits together for him.

Soon, five or six other married men stood up from their pews. Their faces had the same dark, eager look. They converged on Victoria like wolves, surrounding the kneeling woman completely. She looked up at them with wild, **** eyes and started begging even louder.

“Oh yes thank you! Please, more cum!” she cried out. “I’ll make sure I earn each drop! Please fill me! Cover me in your precious cum!”

She was already fumbling with Mr. Henderson’s zipper, fishing out his cock while the other men started pulling theirs out too. The circle of married churchgoers closed in tight around her on the floor.

Zachery sat there completely stunned. This was beyond fucked up. He knew the man had done something to Victoria, clearly hypnotized her into this **** cum-hungry state. But why were all these other men suddenly playing along with his sick game? Their faces, the way they were acting… it didn’t feel normal. Were they all already under his control too? Had the hypnosis spread to the whole damn room without anyone noticing?

The man just shrugged his shoulders theatrically up on the stage, like none of this was a big deal.

“I guess that’ll keep her busy for a while,” he laughed.

Bunny clapped her hands excitedly beside him and giggled like it was the funniest thing she’d ever seen.