Waspmania

The old man couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as his eyes wandered over Hope's deep cleavage and Cassie's toned legs. He felt his heart racing as he imagined what it would be like to touch them, to run his hands over their smooth skin.

Cassie, feeling uncomfortable with the old man's gaze, quickly covered up with her hands. Hope, on the other hand, stepped forward, her voice firm as she addressed the crowd, "We are here to make a difference, to help those in need and fight for justice. We are not here for your entertainment." The crowd erupted with disapproval.

Feeling a sense of desperation, Hope spoke up again, her voice slightly trembling. "If you want some fun from us," she said, her eyes flashing with shame, "maybe I could post a video of me and Cassie doing some kissing and stuff."

Hope raised the microphone towards her lips, puckering them slightly before bringing it closer. She then brought the mic inside her mouth, pretending to give it a kiss before taking it back out with a playful grin, "I hope you will like it."

The crowd laughed, but some of them also began to murmur.

"Mommy and Daughter are lesbos."

"Look at that slut making good use of her mouth."

Hope and Cassie looked at each other in confusion as the old man took center stage. The audience grew silent as they watched him approach the microphone.

"My dear friends," the old man began, his voice shaky with emotion. "I have been alive for many years, and I have seen a lot of things. But never have I seen two women as beautiful as these two."

Hope and Cassie exchanged a worried look, unsure of how to react to the old man's advances.

"I know that some of you want to see them in action," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "And who am I to deny you that pleasure?"

Before Hope and Cassie could react, the old man reached out and grabbed their hands, pulling them towards him. The audience erupted into cheers and whistles as the old man began to dance with the two women.

Hope and Cassie's movements started out stiff and uncertain, as they looked at each other in confusion. But as the old man led them in a few simple steps, they gradually began to relax and move with more confidence. Hope's hips swayed in time with the music, her arms reaching up and twirling above her head. Cassie's feet tapped out a rhythm, her body swaying back and forth with a slight bounce. As they gained more confidence, they started to move in unison with the old man, their bodies twisting and turning with the music. They smiled at each other and the audience, trying to enjoy themselves despite their initial reluctance.

Hope felt the eyes of the audience on her, and she knew that this was not what she had signed up for. But she also knew that they needed their popularity back.

The old man's hands moved over Hope's body, starting with her hips and moving up to her waist, she couldn't help but feel a mix of discomfort and arousal. Her hips swayed to the music, but she tried to keep a safe distance from the old man's advances.

However, the more he touched and rubbed her crotch against her ass, the harder it became to resist his movements. The crowd's energy fueled the old man's confidence, and he began to press his body more firmly against Hope's, almost like dry humping her. She could feel the heat of his body and the roughness of his clothes against her body.

The chants and cheers grew louder, and it seemed like everyone was egging them on. Cassie looked on with a mix of shock, unsure of what to do next.

"Cassie, we have to do this. There's no other way," Hope said, her voice low and urgent. "It's our duty as Avengers to please the public and entertain them. And if this is what they want, then we have to give it to them."

The old man groaned, "Wish you were my daughter. So hot you are, my girl."

Hope began to think why would this man want a daughter like her, and in that moment only, the old man's rough tongue forced its way into her mouth, his lips crushing hers. She could taste the bitter tang of alcohol on his breath as he nibbled on her bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. With a sharp gasp, she pulled away, trying to catch her breath. Hope had never felt so submissive, but she was willing to do everything.

Cassie began to feel shocked and at the same time a little aroused, thinking like what if she was doing the same thing with her Mommy.

The old man was relentless. He leaned in again, his hot breath washing over her neck as he licked and nibbled on her skin. she felt his body pressed up against hers, grinding against her, his arms clothing tight to Hope's thighs. The crowd roared with approval, urging them on.

Suddenly She looked down to see that the old man had ejaculated in his pants, moaning, leaving a sticky mess. Disgusted, she tried to push him away forcing a smile, but he held on tight, still lost in his own pleasure.

Hope spoke with a raised voice to the audience, "I believe we have fulfilled our performance obligations."

But to her dismay, the crowd roared back with a resounding "No!"

She felt a sense of apprehension wash over her, knowing that the rest of the day was likely to be just as challenging.

Old man grinned, "I am not done yet. Kneel"

Old man dropped his pants, revealing a huge boner even after ejaculation. Hope's eyes went wide after seeing that.

Hope felt a mix of curiosity and humiliation as she knelt down before the old man. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she also couldn't look away from his enormous erection. She wondered if her mouth was big enough to take it, and felt a strange urge to find out. But at the same time, she felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment, knowing that she was doing this in public with a wrinkly stranger.

The crowd cheered louder, thrilled to see their hero submitted to the old man's desires.

Hope's eyes met Cassie's. Cassie just smiled, trying to make her feel strong. As Hope opened her mouth to speak, the old man grabbed the back of Hope's head and pushed it down towards his crotch.

The rough skin of the old man's penis brushed against Hope's lips as she tried to pull away. However, the old man was too strong for her to resist. The audience recorded on their phones as Hope's head bobbed up and down, taking the old man deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Cassie felt a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she felt bad for Hope and wished she could do something to stop the old man's inappropriate behavior. On the other hand, she couldn't help but be impressed by how skilled her mother was at giving a blowjob. Her mommy's lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue expertly flicking and swirling around the head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with a steady rhythm, taking him in deeper and deeper each time.

Cassie tried to ignore the growing arousal within her as she watched Hope expertly pleasure the old man. Her own body betrayed her as her hands unconsciously brushed against her own thigh. She quickly realized where she was and tried to compose herself, knowing that this was not the place for such thoughts and actions.

The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the air, driving the audience into a frenzy.

Hope's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her hands gripping the old man's balls for support. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their chants of "Avengers! Avengers!" echoing in the air.

Finally, the old man finished, spilling himself into Hope's mouth. She coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath as the old man zipped up his pants and steps back, grinning.

Hope felt the warm liquid fill her mouth, and as she struggled to swallow it all, some of it trickled down the corners of her lips and onto her chin. She felt a hot, sticky sensation as it ran down her neck, leaving a trail of cum on her skin. She wiped some of it away with her sleeve. The audience continued to cheer and shout, some even throwing money onto the stage in appreciation for the show.

Cassie rushed to Hope's side. She bent down, her ass in tight leggins facing the crowd.

An audience member commented, "Now it's your turn after your slut mother."

Cassie, ignoring, helped Hope stand up. Hope looked kinda satisfied, like she did some achievement, "Your mommy is the strongest Avenger."

Cassie kissed Hope on her lips, not caring about the audience.

Hope was surprised, that Cassie would do that in public, "I was stained with his cum."

An audience member shouted, "I knew it!"

Cassie said, "Let's go, Mommy. You've done enough."

Hope smiled, exhausted, "We will be the most popular avengers."

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the stage. A group of security guards had arrived, and they were pushing their way through the crowd towards the old man. Hope and Cassie looked at each other in relief, grateful for the intervention.

With a sudden burst of strength, the guards threw Hope away, and the old man lunged at Cassie. She screamed as he grabbed her, his hands groping and pawing at Cassie's round, tiny breasts.

Hope landed heavily on the ground, dazed and disoriented. She could hear the sound of fists hitting flesh.

As she struggled to get up, she saw Cassie being dragged away by the security guards, her face contorted in fear and shock. And then, there was darkness.