“You need to hurry up with him,” he said casually to Emilia. “You only have half an hour left before you need to make me come a fourth time.”
“A fourth?” the usher asked, a dazed expression in his eyes. He shook himself and stared hungrily at Emilia’s crotch. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Blowjob or a handjob,” Jaxton said. “She’s saving that pussy for something special.”
“B-blowjob?” the usher asked Emilia.
For an answer, she dropped to her knees in the stall. Another hard surface. Great. She helped the young man unzip, and his pants fell to the ground. His white briefs bulged just a tiny bit with his hard-on, and when he pulled them down, she almost laughed. He was tiny. Maybe as long as her ring finger, and maybe two or three times thicker.
A surge of savage, bizarre pride welled up inside her. This stranger couldn’t compare to her block boys’ big cocks. He was pathetic compared to the young black god standing in the corner, watching with a smirk. She took the young man’s cock into her mouth, whipping her tongue across his head, knowing he would be done in minutes, if that. She lifted a hand and curled a finger at Jaxton. Her man stepped forward, and she pulled off the usher long enough to unzip him too.
Emilia sucked the usher down once more and came off him. “Want to see what a real man looks like?” she asked. Jaxton’s eyes widened along with his grin, and she fished him out. Soft from his three blowjobs, he was still much longer and meatier than the other guy. “This cock is going to be in my pussy. My ass.” She tapped the usher’s prick. “This cock is going to spurt a couple times, and then you’ll go fuck some pimple-faced girl the rest of your life who’ll wish she had anything but your pathetic little cock inside her pussy.”
“Hey!” the usher protested.
But she was done. Emilia sucked him down, staring up not at him, but at Jaxton. She jacked him as hard as she sucked the usher, and amazingly, Jaxton responded. Oh, he was plenty spongey, and youth did have its limits in that short of a time, but he was rising to the occasion.
To his credit, the usher lasted longer than she expected. He didn’t do a thing with his hands except clench them. His hips started jerking a couple minutes in, and by the end of it, he was trying in his tiny dicked way to fuck her face, letting out grunts and “oh yeahs” like a machinegun.
A man came in at some point and said, “Holy shit, someone’s having a party.” Jaxton grinned at that but the usher panicked. He backed away, going for his pants, but Emilia grabbed his ass and dove back down on his prick, sucking his tip. When the man at the urinals flushed, the usher grunted, and exploded in Emilia’s mouth. Like she thought, he only came a few spurts.
Jaxton grabbed the man and pushed him backwards, taking his place as Emilia swallowed the guy’s come. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growled.
The usher hurried out of there, giving Emilia a muttered thanks before slamming the stall door behind him. Jaxton reached over, thumbed the lock, and Emilia devoured him. He pulled out his phone again, snapping picture after picture of her face stuffed full of his cock, her makeup smeared and running, her eyes staring up at him, worshipful, lost to the pleasures of the moment.