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  “It's just like at the party... you like that people are watching, don't you?” Marcus said, leaning in, giving Jessica a sweet kiss on his ass, as well as a teasing lick. Jessica whimpered and writhed, before he bothered trying to answer.

  “Y-yes... but you don't have to tease me about it...”

  “Well, that's true, but you look so goddamn cute - and sexy - when I do!” Marcus allowed himself to laugh, even, as more and more people stormed out of the food court, leaving only the people who were fascinated enough, perverted enough, and turned on enough to keep watching Marcus and Jessica give into their more carnal urges in such a public manner. A few dozen people, at least, all watching, getting hard, getting wet, as they breathed hotly and watched the unnaturally wealthy man and his boytoy play around. Marcus licked his lips and reached down, undoing his zipper, pulling out his reddened, painfully hard cock, desperately aching to get inside of the ass it had been fucking for months and months now.

  “God, you're such a teasing slut... look at all the people you're getting worked up...” Marcus whispered to Jessica as he got over him, hands on his hips, cock grinding inbetween his ass cheeks, breathing harder and harder, heart pumping faster as he worked himself up, and got Jessica into a feverish state of lust too. Teasing him, making him want it, need it, despite all the watching eyes, having taken him from fairly inexperienced boy to pro cocksucker in the time he'd been spoiling him with almost unfettered access to his riches.

  Marcus spoke again, his words blunt, cold, and straightforward. “Say it.”

  “Nnnh.”

  “Saaaaay it,” Marcus persisted, still rubbing his cock inbetween Jessica's ass, hotdogging his shaft with how thick and bubbly it was.

  “I...I...”

  “Yes?”

  “I want it!” Jessica shouted out, loud enough to ring through the food court, through the mall itself, his fingers scratching around the cheap table, sweat forming inbetween his the skin on his back and the latex wrapped tightly to it, his dick so hard that he was already pumping precum into his black and pink outfit before even getting fucked, barely getting touched. The anticipation, the eyes on him, the publicity of it all, no matter how Jessica might have tried to deny it before, it got him heated, it made him feel damn near savage, like an animal in heat.

  “Good girl.” Then, with no other words, Marcus slammed his cock into Jessica's little asshole, making him yelp out again, like a bitch once more, higher and louder and sharper this time, the wide eyed, open mouth look on his face just making the sound all the more intense. Rocking his body back and forth, making the table and chairs squeak as they went at it, Marcus breaking out a wide smile of satisfaction, feeling that he had truly gotten his money's worth, as he looked out into the crowds left in the food court, and saw those eyes focusing in solely on Jessica, moaning like a sex addicted slut, as he fucked him raw, where anyone could see, where anyone could even take pictures and videos of their own to jack off to, later.

  “Jessica's very pretty, isn't he?” He asked, to no one in particular, as he keep rocking his hips back and forth, hearing the short, tiny noises Jessica made with his throat every time he bottomed out his older cock inside of him. Marcus' voice, his whole demeanor, remained cool, controlled, with still that aura of pure satisfaction of a job well done. “Go ahead, take all the pictures you want. This is a moment to remember.”

  Jessica had less and less to say, reduced mostly to noises, whines, yelps, pants, moans, all sorts of little peeps and cires out of sexual stimulation, running up and down his whole body, making him pump more precum into his black and pink latex outfit, pooling around his own cock due to the tightness, and making a perverted mess of pent up sexuality inside of it, underneath the harsh flourescent lights that cast their gaze over everything from the Sbarro to the American Eagle. It was more than a little tacky, it was undeniably breaking more than a fair share of public obscenity laws, and good god, it got Marcus turned on, making him want to fuck Jessica all the harder. He had spent so much time in respectable places, with wealth and glitz and glamour and tasteful interior design, that something like this, that fucking his sexed up spoiled femboy in a shopping mall, in the same place where you could buy used video games, shitty cheap black nail polish, mediocre fast food, and an ungodly amount of skinny jeans, Marcus felt liberated, free from the choking hand, the crushing pressure of being “proper.”

  He was rich as all hell. Why not enjoy it in such a way?

  “UNH!” Jessica cried out, snapping him back to attention, watching the way his body bucked all over the table as Marcus kept fucking him harder and harder, a few brave - or unrestrained enough - people in the mall even letting their own cocks out, jerking themselves to the sight, more than a little surprised that no one had shown up to stop them yet. A little confused as to the whys and hows, but still, their own burning lust crawled up inside of their bodies, pushing them to enjoy more and more of the free show. Jessica, on the other hand, was losing focus on the big picture of it all, that he really was getting fucked in his former daily hangout, his mind instead hooked solely on the fact that he was getting fucked at all.

  Phone cameras going off, one loud digital clicking noise after another, photo after photo, others trying to balance theirs to get the perfect, most high definition video possible of the femboy in front of them getting fucked, rutted, bred, and otherwise pumped full of older cock, the man behind him moaning over and over at the heat and tightness of his femboy's hole. Moans, click click click, groans, click click click, whines and pants and whimpering and yelping and drooling in pure sexual satisfaction, click click click went those cameras. Jessica's cock kept pumping out precum, getting closer and closer to coming over the edge, but still restraining himself, still waiting for permission to let go.

  “You wanna cum, baby girl?”

  YE-HNNH! NHHNH!” He whinnied almost like a horse, while his eyes continued to roll back some, body feeling too hot, too overworked by what was happening, and where it was happening. “YES, P-PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!”

  The desperation and need in Jessica's voice brought great satisfaction to Marcus, and he drank it in, let it sit and stir around inside of himself, saying nothing, giving Jessica no indication whether he'd say yes or no to his request. He just kept thrusting in and out for a solid minute, loving each short little high pitched noise that Jessica made whenever he buried his prick inside of him. Loved the way his ass jiggled when his hips slapped up against them. Loved the way sweat rolled over the latex outfit and made a glossy shine against the material underneath the harsh, blaring lights of the mall.

  “Cum.” He spoke, definitive, clear and blunt. It was all that Jessica needed.

  Tongue laid out far over his lips, out of his mouth, a few rolls of spit dripping down onto the table as his body bucked once more from Marcus' thrusts, Jessica howled into the air like a kind of wolfpack bitch, untensing his whole form, and ditching that mental order of “hold back” that was constantly firing in the direction of his cock. And his balls churned, his body rolled forward, starting with his shoulders and head, and as his hips came to the fore, his cock released. All of that backed up cum, pumping straight inside of his squeezable latex outfit, trickling down to the bottom, seeping out and running down his milky thighs.

  Body hunched over the table, shaking weakly, gasping for air, Marcus only took the briefest of pauses to look him over. Giving a long sigh and an affectionate stroke of his back as he slowed to a halt. “That's a good girl,” he said, his voice quiet and appreciative, and showing it as he kept up that stroking, as if he was a pet dog, well loved and cared for. “Suppose it's about my turn to return the favor, mmm?”

  Immediately he picked up the rhythm, fucking Jessica as hard as he could, feeling close to the edge himself, though a good deal less sensitive than Jessica, and, as such, better at restraining the urge to just let go and spunk, deep inside of his lovely, slutty femboy. But now that he had driven Jessica to cumming over himself just by getting fucked in t
he ass, he felt no need to keep that calm control. Instead, he just slamfucked him, smiling for the cameras, for the people masturbating and playing with themselves as they watched the lewd free display of wanton sexuality.

  He had spent thousands upon thousands of dollars, just to make this one afternoon happen, at the Nirvana Mall where he had first met Jessica.

  “Money well spent,” he muttered to himself, under a ragged breath, and then, with fingers clenching tightly around Jessica's body, grabbing about his waist and pulling it firmly back, as far as it could get, rolling it towards his older, taller frame as he simultaneously drove his own hips forward, creating the maximum thrust for one final pump into Jessica's boy pussy, then keeping it there. Fingers digging in more into soft skin, Marcus panting hard over Jessica, almost drooling onto him like a wild animal, as his cock twitched in the warm, velvety, tight depths of Jessica's hole, before finally giving way to a flood of seed. Filling Jessica up, load after load of cum, saved up just for him, just for today. So much of his white hot cum pumping into his lovely, adorable, cute yet slutty femboy Jessica. Just for him - nobody else got pleasure, got spoiled like this by Marcus.

  As his orgasm finally tapered off, Jessica so fully pumped that a few strings of cum dripped out of his hole and onto the floor below, Marcus shuddered and leaned back, pulling out his now half-hard shaft from Jessica's body, and enjoying the messy, perfect sight of the public obscenity he had brought about today.

  “Good girl,” he repeated once more, and gave a smaller spank of his girly boy's ass, who could only give a weak twitch in response this time. He reached for the wallet he had given Jessica, buried in one of his shopping bags, deciding to reward him even further. Opening it up, he drew out thirty 100 dollar bills, neat, crisp, clean, and immediately shoved them into the top band of his latex leggings, treating him like a little erotic dancer, or, more accurately, as his personal live in bought and spoiled rich bitch whore. Now he just looked out to what was left of the crowd, and considered how he'd spend the rest of the afternoon after hitting a peak of the day so early.

  One idea crossed his mind. It wouldn't be as extravagant, but it would still be a hell of a lot of fun. Taking a steadying breath, he smiled with his perfect, pearl white teeth, and gazed over the still hard, still horny crowd that had watched Marcus get away with fucking his girly boy in public from start to finish.

  “Anybody who wanted a piece of my good lil girl,” he spoke, stroking Jessica across his soft, silky hair. “You should follow me to my limo. Party on me.”

  Jessica groaned, and felt his cock immediately harden back up to its full length, his body needing to be sexed up again already.

  Marcus truly spoiled him rotten.

  Find and try more femboy erotica, among other kinds, from M. Chance - including the rest of the Million Dollar Femboy series! Sure to satisfy your sexual ache!

 

 

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