Her orgasm triggers his.

With the waves of pleasure subsiding slightly, my awareness of what was transpiring around me came back. I becsme vaguely aware of the announcer proclaiming the golduck the victor for making me cum. Like that mattered. I was torn between hating my situation and wanting more. The golduck's voice cut through my thoughts though, and I could hear it in his voice that he was close.

"I knew it," he said with pride, his thrusts coming faster and faster. "Just another dumb slut, cumming on my cock."

"I'm not... a slut..." I panted, still reeling from my orgasm.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm about to blow my load. So I'll give you the chance to prove you're not one." He slapped my ass hard and I had to bite my lip to stifle a loud moan. "Tell me you don't want me to cum in your pussy. Tell me you don't want me to fill you up, and I'll believe that you're not a slut."

That sounded easy enough, I thought. But I had literally just came all over his dick. How could I proclaim that I wasn't, when I was still pushing my hips back into his thrusts? And now that I think about it, do I really want him to pull out? My resolve had been weakening with every second of my rough fucking, and I was no longer confident in how I felt. Was I a slut? Did I want this? Did I even really know anymore?

"Your silence speaks volumes..." the golduck grunted as he buried his cock in my pussy. "Here it comes!"

"Oh fuck!" I screamed, unable to stop myself from crying out as I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me. He was buried as deep inside of me as was possible. So all of his cum blasted straight through me and into my womb. I felt warm as he filled me up. But more than that, I felt complete. Another orgasm ripped through me and I cried out, bot believing the words I was saying.

"Oh fuck yes! Cum in me! Cum in my pussy! Yes! Oh fucking yes!" I hated myself. Not just for my words, but for how good this felt. His orgasm lasted for nearly a minute, and when he pulled out, I felt a gush of hic cum leak out of me and down the insides of my thighs.

"Stupid slut." The golduck chastised me as he walked away. "You'll learn. You all do sooner or later."

As I watched him walk away, his cock covered in my fluids, I felt only confliction and sheer mind melting pkeasure. He had fucked me. And he had fucked me good. I didn't know what to feel anymore. It had felt so deliriously good getting fucked. So good that the rational part of my brain sounded smaller and smaller next to that deeper side of me. She was liking everything that was happening. And I was running out of ways to deny her words.