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“You must be fucking terrible in bed, dude,” I say—also into the mic. “I’m not fucking finished.”
The crowd roars with laughter again—and that’s when I know that I’ve got ‘em.
“The best sex of my life isn’t just one crazy night. One wild memory. It’s not a fucking 3000-word scene in some smutty fucking novel,” I tell the captivated audience. “Maybe it’s not the same for the rest of you—and that’s okay, everyone’s different.
“But for me, sex isn’t just one moment. Sex is an entire experience. It’s pleasure. It’s passion. It’s your nails marking his back and your teeth at his throat...It’s your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your body convulses like it’s being electrocuted by his dick.”
I bite my lip, settling back and letting that little image sink in. I know they’re all imagining me like that right now, and it’s the sexiest thing. Fuck, I’m getting even wetter just thinking about it.
“The best sex of my life has been an experience,” I continue. “Not with just one man—but with two.”
The crowd gasps.
Then, they fucking hoot and holler and cheer while I grin.
They want more. I can feel it.
I’ve got their balls in my hand while they sit on the edges of their seats.
Lucky for them, I’m no tease—no matter what Chase and Eric might say.
If they fucking want it, I’ll fucking give it to them.
“Once upon a time, I masturbated in the shower of a men’s locker room to the thought of being fucked by two men I literally just met. And they heard me do it, too.”
I look at the crowd and add, “They heard me screaming their names while I orgasmed against my fingers, and they took it upon themselves to make that fantasy a reality.”
I gesture to my slick, curvaceous, and muscled body. “I didn’t always look like this. Some of you migh
t even remember me from my plus-size modeling days. Kara Gilmore, queen of size eighteen.”
Whispers spread through the crowd, and a few people gasp. “I didn’t feel good about myself at that weight. And the worse I felt, the more I ended up eating—and the bigger I became. I got so big that I lost everything—my career, my shitty, pencil-dicked boyfriend—”
The crowd boos at that point, which I appreciate the fuck out of them for.
“I got so big,” I tell them, “that once I lost the weight, I couldn’t even see myself for the woman I’d become. But these two men—they changed that for me. They changed everything. They fucked me and used my body for their pleasure—”
I’m like, ninety percent certain that at least half of the crowd now has their dicks out to the sound of my voice.
“They made me orgasm around their thick 12-inch cocks and realize that I’m a woman—a sexy, powerful, sensual woman—and that all women deserve to feel like the universe begins and ends with their pleasure.”
The crowd is loving it, so I give them more—but it’s not just for them. It’s for me, too.
“Learning these men’s bodies, letting them learn mine, sucking them off, coming for them, making them come for me, and slurping up every last ounce of their delicious, salty sweet cum—” My voice is rising, and I think I’m about to fucking explode.
“That’s the best sex of my life!” I shout into the mic. “Hands down, no contest. In fact, if you’ll excuse me...They’re waiting for me backstage, and I think I’m going to go fuck them again right now.”
If I was holding the mic instead of leaning into the mic stand, I would have fucking dropped it. Kara out.
Instead, I blow a kiss at the camera and strut off stage while the crowd fucking loses it behind me.
I know damn well that I’ve won this entire fucking pageant—and also that the camera zoomed on my ass when I left the stage.
Kara
“Okay, seriously. Where are we going?” I ask, climbing into the car and sitting on Chase’s lap. This has become my new favorite mode of transportation: less than legal doubling-up in the passenger seat of Eric’s Tesla.
“We already told you, silly girl. It’s a surprise,” says Chase.
