Cruel girls 3
By Devilina Huntress, subscribe to my group: https://t.me/devilinah
The girls go to watch some movies and occasionally doom some men.
Update: 09/05/2023 to 1misc42

One day Val and I went to the movies to pass a Friday night. We bought tickets,
popcorn and soda, and took seats. The film was very boring, something about the
war.
— Val, are you enjoying this? - I asked while finishing my popcorn.
— Not really, that's some bullshit...
— Maybe we could just talk?
— Sure!
We discussed our studies, boys and girls, I even asked how Alex was doing. The
conversation didn't go very well.
— How are you anyway? Is everything okay? - she asked.
— You know, not really... I haven't had sex since the last summer, and I
haven't came even once in the last month - it's work, college, college, work -
I'm tired.
— ...Do you want it now? - her eyes lit up.
— Sure, I'd like to! But where do I get a guy? A submissive type, of course...
You know... For a quickie...
— Hmm... Watch.
Val grabbed my empty popcorn glass, lifted it over her head and deliberately
threw it on the floor, laughing. A young man came running at the noise.
— Please, don't make any noise. And don't litter the floor.
— Listen, young man! - she winked at me, - we really need your help! Don't you
see I'm suffering here? My chair is broken!
He gestured to the rows of empty seats in front of us.
- Why don't you take another, then?
— No, you don't understand, - Val stood up, puffing out her bouncing bosom, -
this exact place opens up a very important perspective to the screen, we really
need this particular chair to enjoy... the movie...
She rubbed her hip against his and ran her finger down his chest:
— Please help me, huh? Be a good boy?
He shrugged and climbed under the chair. Val sat back down.
— Can you at least stand while I'm working?
— Look, I already told you, didn't I? The perspective! It is important... Now
shush! Stay there.
He resigned himself to rummaging under the chair.
While he was doing his job, Val slowly slid down, lower and lower, until her
pelvis was on the very edge of a seat, intimately close to the repairman's
head. She moved forwards holding her breath, carefully, so that he wouldn't
notice. Finally, he turned his face up and saw her crotch in skintight leggings
in a few inches.
— Uh... Uh, what's the meaning of this?
— I told you, the chair is broken. This is the only way to sit on it.
— Why don't you move to another row after all?
— Hey! - Val flared up, - say another word and I'll go to your boss. You like
you job, so you? Understand? That's why.
The guy weighed up the pros and cons and continued to dig through the chair. He
was more cautious now, working blindly while looking at Val's face. His nose
was almost touching her private parts. I saw Val suffering from this "almost
touching" feeling. She was biting her lip, pinching her tense buttocks, unable
to resist the erotic tension. She knew he could smell her, but he didn't show
it. He probably enjoyed the odor. He couldn't decipher the lust in her shining
eyes. Suddenly, the guy swayed and unintentionally touched her mound with his
nose. Val gasped.
— Sorry...
He continued to work as if nothing had happened. This was the last straw.
Val could not stand it anymore and bent her right leg harshly pulling the boy
to her moist pussy.
— Ah!
The next moment he was buried deep in her private parts, as she was pressing on
the top of his head with her hands keeping the victim from breaking free. He
tried to scream and struggled but unfortunately it was a loud part of the movie
and no one heard him. Val was moaning loudly as she started to rape the
repairman rubbing her pussy all over his face. She was also helping herself
with her fingers.
— Oh, Yes!.. So good!.. Are you going to stop bickering, bitch? Ah? Shit...
I'll fuck your face... Use it... and throw you away!.. You are really
worthless, sucker...
He was so helpless and pathetic that I wanted to join in. That's why when he
tried to get up again I pressed on the top of his head with my hands. He just
managed to give me a startled look before diving back. I was trembling with the
desire. I craved for domination over the poor guy.
— Ah, ah, ah, ahh!.. - she came, squeezing the boy's face as he tried to get
out - but I held him in place, shaking with excitement.
After giving the employee a good fuck, Val lifted him up by the hair like a
kitten:
— Okay, listen up. Now you're going to do the same to my friend here. If you do
everything right, you'll be fine. If not, I have a couple of ideas on how to
improve her feelings, but you won't like them. Got it?
The guy nodded. I was wondering what kind of perverse ideas she had - I even
hoped that the guy will fail.
— Your job depends on it, - she added.
The guy crawled up to me - I was in a dress, without panties, which made his
start as easy as possible. He stared at me in confusion as I held him with a
vicious gaze. I was slowly sinking down like Val, thrusting forward my hot
swollen cunt. He was still hesitating, feeling betrayed. It was so unfair - the
guy didn't do anything wrong, he just caught our eyes. And yet I wanted to
torture him - I pressed my hand and he, with face already buried in my pussy,
started to serve me. Val made herself comfortable, enjoying the view and eating
popcorn. Soon she started to stroke herself with a free hand. I was fucking him
- which he obviously didn't like; yet he had to endure to keep the job. He was
expending any effort while serving my bottom lips with his gentle and soft
tongue. But...
- Mmm... Oooh... Val? Val, I think... The guy isn’t trying hard enough... Oh,
oh, mmm... Help me... Punish... Oh... Oh... Him...
After these words he started to eat me even better, and I even gave myself away
with a deep, surprised sigh. But, unfortunately for the kid, I waited too long
for this orgasm to worry about the fate of some movie theater janitors. I ached
to come in some special way – I needed Val. Although I, of course, was ashamed
to torture an innocent person - all the past guys screwed up seriously before
they ended up between my thighs.
- Are you sure?
I wanted to humiliate him so much... I felt guilty, and still fucked a poor
fellow. I already tortured him, raped his face with my pussy. I was confused.
And yet, I wanted... Did I? Yes or no? Yes or no?..
- Yes!.. Oh... Yes, Val... Come, help me... He's pathetic... Ohhh... Can't
do... Shit...
She knew I was lying, she saw it in my eyes. The guy tried to get out, he
pulled harder and moaned, protesting against this feminine outrage. I was even
scared that he would break free - I had to hold him tight with my hands,
pressing him forcefully into my pussy, fucking him continuously. And yet Val
crawled into my chair and, looking into my eyes, straddled his neck. I took my
hands away. She either increased the pressure, pressing the poor man's face
into my hot pussy, or weakened it. It was like if she was fucking me with the
guy’s face. She rolled her eyes back with pleasure. I caressed my tits with now
free hands. It was fantastic.
- Oh, yes... Val, fuck me... Come on, Val... I want... to kiss you...
She came closer and gently touched my lips, not stopping the springy frictions
of her pelvis, pressing the face of the boy half-strangled by our crotches into
me.
I bit her. She sucked on my lips. I slid my tongue inside her. Moan. Heavy
breathing. The guy struggles, wants to breathe, at least a little. Val holds
him tight, doesn't let him. A kiss, a moan. Another kiss. Val fucks me,
roughly, rhythmically.
- Ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, bitch, so, go-o-od, m, m, m... Aaaah!
As I came, a hot stream of squirt hit the boy's face point-blank and splashed
across our trembling hips and the seat. We looked at each other for a few more
seconds.
Val got up. The repairman pulled away from me, falling down lifelessly. He was
exhausted and seemed to be breathing.
- The movie is kind of shitty! Come on, Lana. He will lie here for a while,
rest. The guy has earned a minute of sleeping.
- Yeah ...
We left, leaving the boy on the floor along with empty glasses of popcorn and
soda.
- What was the movie about? Did you catch it? - she asked.
- ...What movie?
We laughed.

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