Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Well, I am a very benevolent person, so I will fulfill her wish to fuck her so hard that she will not be able to stop her screaming.

"Bingo." I get my cock out lift her up, and slam her down onto my cock. Then, like a king, I bounce the hot cosplayer up and down on my dick as I start to walk, carry fucking her right down the hallway.

I know that nobody is going to pay much mind or notice much, but as I march through the convention with a woman riding on my cock I can't help but feel like a king, reigning strong as Christine walks behind me, rolling her eyes at my depraved aspirations.

"Fuck, that's tight. Why don't you tell everyone how much you love my cock?" I shouted in the pleasure of her tight pussy.

Tracer doesn't even hesitate, screaming, "I'm full of a big, rock hard cock and I love it! Yes, please, fuck my pussy as hard as you can, I've never felt anything like this before!" She screamed in the pleasure of my cock grinding her pussy.

Those screams get some eyes, but it's the looks of people turning their heads to wonder what kind of public scene is being made of the situation, not the looks of people shocked by the brazen sex act in front of them.

It's not much, but I still have some people's eyes on me, people still turning their heads and getting the sight of me pounding the brunette hard, and that's good enough to sate the twisted march that I perform, keeping her riding along my to be exactly on my dick as I walk.

There's no goal here, no idea of where I can walk to or what I will do when I get there. The only thing that at the end of the road I look forward to is blowing my load in her hot twat, and that's all that matters.

I just keep walking her proudly along, keeping her legs spread as I walk her wherever my whims take me, all while she continues howling about how my cock is the best thing she's ever felt and how she's never been fucked so well before, and how hot she feels on my cock.

Her hot and desperate writhing simply won't stop, and her fitful bucking atop me is almost too much to keep a handle on, forcing me to hold tighter onto her as I struggle to keep everything still.

She's not making it easy to march her down the hall on my dick, but then, maybe it wouldn't be as fun if it was too easy.

I move through the sea of people, with the crowd parting to give me some space and avoid getting dinged by her feet as they remain limply bouncing the whole way along.

Even if people aren't consciously paying any mind to me, everyone seems at least some kind of aware of my presence and tries their best to avoid running afoul of it or bumping into me.

I'm not a total non-entity here, it seems, and everyone defers to me in the general course of the day as much as any woman I ask does when she opens her mouth and invites my cock in.

It's all just so passive and accepting; nobody will tell me no for an answer to anything anymore. Not for anything means anything.

Tracer cums before I do, squealing and whining in excitement too hot to bear, bucking against me and whining.

"Please cum in me. Please pump me full of hot and creamy cum. Your virile cock feels like it's going to burst, I can't handle this!"

She throws her head back against me and finally I stopped in my tracks and slam her down onto my dick, one hot groan is all I need as I go over the edge along with her.

Tracer squeals more, louder and in bubbling ecstasy, as I pump her pussy absolutely full of creamy, hot cum, her body bucking and gone, completely blown away by the rush of sensation I light her up with.

She remains whimpering and quivering atop me as I look around, finally paying some attention to where I'm actually is.

I'm standing beside a line of people waiting for something, and as I catch sight of the hot blonde in a skintight Zero Suit Samus cosplay that hugs her gorgeous body better than I could ever hope to, I wonder if it's not fate that's made me land here.

"Excuse me," I say, lifting Tracer slowly up off of my cock but not actually letting her down, which makes the sticky mix of her quim and my spunk ooze from her gaping twat and onto my dick, where the wetness trickles down and leaves me with a distinct and exciting sensation. "What is this the line for?"

"We're waiting for Tierraa Rose's panel," she replies with a soft smile.

'Who?' I wonder and look back over my shoulder, and receive a shrug of confusion from Christine in return.

I set Tracer down and my companion hands her pants back to her before going into her purse for the copy of the program she pocketed, pulling it out, and handing it to me.

I turn through a few pages for a moment, until a spread of some hot photos catches my eye.

"International cosplay sensation Tierraa Rose," I say like it's news to me. It completely is, of course. But the more I study the pictures of her, the more I don't really care.

I look back at Christine with a smirk. "We're going," I say to her.

"She looks hot?" Christine asks, seemingly having me completely figured out.

Not that I'm exactly upset about that; it's good to be predictable sometimes, and it's not like I can really be blamed for indulging in this constant mess.

But as I had her back to the program, she looks down at it and raises an eyebrow.

"Oh. Okay yeah I can see why. This sounds great. And you'll have a room full of people watching you do it, too." She leans in closer, biting her lip as she tucks it back into her purse. "But this line..."

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