A taste

"Now ladies, an integral part of making a mark, is removing all traces other than your own."

"First remove any remnants of failure" The judge led with, pointing to his cock still slick in the fluids of the first eliminated.

Emokitten walked over, still persisting in her mock-glare, yet was very put off guard from seeing a fellow petite cocksleeve broken down; especially one that pretended to be so nice and respectful, she figured for her own treatment it would be much rougher given her rebelliousness.

She felt her pussy soaking in her costume, and stuffed down the fear turning her on. She put up a front through her eye-contact that was failing deep down, and conversely, her small hand found itself on the Judge's massive cock.

Her hand nervously jerked up and down; imagining the length destroying her small holes and snapping her mind to be too submissive to earn her way back into the competition through character performance.

Once her palm was slick she licked it, and commented "It will always taste like failure", before stepping away in pretend disinterest.

Sweetie Fox pounced over as soon as possible; ferally railing the Judge's cock down her throat and slurping down the taste of fresh pussy-juice. Her sheer level of cock-hunger jumpscared and impressed the crowd; all watching her fall to her knees so suddenly and groan out with such desire for John's cock to pump out another bead of pre-cum to mix with the prior ejaculate that her tongue was already squirming for.

This whore's feral eyes perfectly matched the obsession of their character; perfectly integrating into the cosplay's lewdness by using her own cock hungry desires and wounded pride at seeing another whore take its first load.

She fucked her throat like she needed semen more than she needed air, while continuing to reverberate her feral worship for more even as she gulped down on it, and as her eyes constantly begged for her rightful place as a big dick's sleeve.

Her mood and speed amped up as she felt the rod twitch; encouraging her to ignore the first dozen or so taps John made on her head, until he just yanked the crazed cock-sucker off to land on her ass and pout indignantly at a prevented throatpie. She was told to allow the next contestant a go, and left conflicted as she swirled her spit.

The more professional of the group stepped forward calmly poised for up-front business even after waiting for the Judge's tensed state to go down a bit.

"I'm so sorry for how unprofessional new cosplayers can be; allow me to give a more proper example." She lectured, acting like she was a professor with her glasses.

"First, I'll ask- do you mind me using my boobs on you?" She offered, pulling her top up and side-eyeing the Toga cosplayer. The judge nodded.

She got down to her knees, but kept a less improvised stance, sandwiching her tits on either side of the dick and maintaining a focused gaze on the owner.

The spit started smearing against her tits and forming small stands as she jerked up and down, "Sheesh, she got this thing even more messy than when she had it-".

"-I didn't have to deal with this shit at other contests" She briefly complained; accidentally out of character, before shutting herself up.

"I might as well add some of my own" was the best she could say; trying to stew in the curiosity and positivity of her researcher character.

She spat into her cleavage a few times; and jerked while feeling conflicted given her honesty at being a sexy tease willing to sleep around for her career, but not be as openly of a whore as her actual pornstar competitors. After giving a quality tit-fuck; wiping most of the saliva onto herself, she stepped away.

After the rusky babe cleared her throat to get into character, she led with "Hole use permitted, Commander?"; assuming consent as a new rule even if it wasn't earnestly debated.

John pointed to her mouth as the only hole 'permitted'.

She shrugged out of character, and back into it, said "Complying", as she fell to her knees like she was about to suck off an oligarch for a modeling role.

Octokuro ignored the taste of other women, and just suckled intently on the tip; with her split tongue massaging the left and right of the cockhead like a seasoned machine of a whore.

Her eyes questioned if he wanted more, and she pressed on, guiding him deeper between her tongues and her hands jerking him to her lips. Taking him in her throat and humming along at this routine activity to her; she looked up feeling cocky, even while gagging herself.

After a few minutes, she stopped sucking and caught the Judge's cock between her tits, figuring she still wanted to save some of her whorish talent to trade later.

Teasing him with a tit-fuck, she offered " 'Commander' go ahead and tell me if want more of this even after the contest" not bothering to hide her accent from her throat being put to the test already.

With enough slobber on her tits and her offer heard, she confidently left after teasing her split tongue as a modification she had over the other contestants.

Xkalty was openly pissed, believing she shouldn't have to run through hoops against the other bimbos, and looked at the Judge like she deserved her victory immediately; yet she kept quiet and exposed her upper half to at least blend in with the previous babes she saw as inferior.

"Yeah tit-jobs really show off cosplay talent..." she muttered sarcastically, as she got disgusted by the idea of being treated like a cheap whore on her knees, and was strongly turned off by the slimy texture she felt herself rub into her perfect skin.

The smell of dick made her scrunch up in revulsion to have the scent filling her sinuses, but it still made her pussy wet and stir a few loose fantasies of using the Judge like a fuck-machine to unwind the competition's lewd atmosphere, however, after all this she promised to herself not wanting to be seen pounded out.

She avoided eye-contact and kept mentally batting around her ego and urges, until John told her to move along.

"...clean" she uttered crossly, staring at her spit filled cleavage and returning to her spot.

kombinichan panicked, second guessing if she could match up with the other girl's titfucking, and definitely doubted her blowjob skills from a lack of experience. Feeling that she had to take a significant risk, she completely took off her whole cosplay, short of just the wig left, and lathered herself in even more oil; calming down at such self-massages all over and feeling more confident in herself afterward.

She struggled to avoid the gazes of everyone as she marched confidently before skittishly bowing and clutching her hands together.

"S-Sir, please understand t-that being a hero means making people happy, so if you would mind?" She asked with the utmost respect as her mind was attacking itself from pure cringe.

He nodded, indulging whatever she was planning, almost stopping as she continued to approach him with his cock grazing against her slick pussy-lips.

Refusing to put it in, and go outside the bounds of this challenge, she slid his thick cock between her tightly muscled thighs and held him close.

Bearing down the feeling of all eyes being on her nude body and how embarrassing her performance was, she hid her face kissing at John's shoulder and twitching every muscle in her body from panic; from her shredded abs, her well trained ass, and to her watermelon crushing thighs shaking around a hard cock enduring her pressure.

She panted "thank you for this opportunity sir", ignorant of her own body's talent; jerking his recently wiped down rod slick again from body oil and a bit of cunt juice leaking down as the friction spread to her snatch.

Biting her lip, she kept thrusting her hips back and forth, inadvertently taunting the crowd with her flexing ass and well tensed rod emerging underneath.

After barely a tap to her ass, she stepped away and apologized excessively before returning to her spot.

The last and thickest girl looked at the rest of the competition with an appreciative glare for the young trying sluts and then at the judge with her domineering sense of confidence.

She stripped her cosplay down to just the head-piece, fully exposing her thick form that she jiggled in superiority, while grinding against her thick whip pulled taut through her cleavage and between her legs.

"It's a shame that all these girls just teased you-" she said, striking a slutty pose as she stretched forward like a cat; looking up at him with desire.

"-I could take your load." she continued with a breath heavy groan, while rubbing her strip of faux-leather across her hungered lips.

She approached closely, squeezing John's cock between her soft thighs, smirking.

"I could take your load down my tight pussy. You'd like that?"

Her thick thighs started to work back and forth; making high upswings to press her twitchingly wet snatch to barely satisfy herself on him.

With a sudden glint in her eye, she pulled back and turned herself around; giving him a few thigh fucks from the back to show off her fat ass, before grabbing his cock to direct it.

After a couple jerks, she fit it between her thick cheeks and started giving him an ass-job, and laughed a bit at the sensation.

Her cheeks clenched as she spoke, "-Or I could let you nut in my ass; filling my guts with your cum".

Turning around one last time during her performance, she gave a tit-fuck with her massive bosoms; her sense of superiority at its peak.

"Cumming all over my skin wouldn't be enough, you could cum over all of these sluts-" she teased and suddenly dove her head down to suck at his cockhead.

*Moan filled sucking*

She popped off bouncing herself, "Just pump me full of your cum; give me all your loads, not to these sluts. Cum all over my fat tits and ass! You've been teased enough, give me it!"

She ferally sunk her lips back down and tightly squeezed her rack in the same rhythm; **** to take the load that had been building throughout the challenge.

Sadly, she was plucked off like the last hoe that tried getting him to bust, and left feeling robbed of the semen she wanted to take.

The gals were all stimulated by the challenge and looked transfixed at John's cock with differently frustrated and hungered expressions, some of them even wanting to feel it through an elimination screening; especially if they arbitrarily passed and re-entered off the fuck. Now ,they weren't as focused on comparing each other, only the contest itself and how to further drive their attempts.

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