It's time for a (wo)manhunt

Matt raises his hands and wiggles his fingers.

"How many of you are there? Like a hundred? No problem. I can do this." He declares loudly.

And with that, he's off. Stacy can tell he doesn't enjoy it, but he's still ruthlessly efficient. Clothes are displaced, giant futa cocks ejaculate, and he moves on, burning through all her clones as fast as he can, spending well under ten seconds per target.

It takes about ten minutes but he eventually makes his way towards the real Stacy. His suit, shoes and hands are drenched in semen, but he has powered on regardless. The look on his face is one of disgust but also determination.

Stacy tries to casually wander away from him as he progresses through the other Stacy clones around her immediate vicinity, but it's tricky, because she knows that if she moves too fast, it'll be really obvious that she's behaving differently to the others.

In the end, there's no helping it - he's right next to her and moving away from him would be too obvious. Her only hope is that he accidentally skips past her.

spurt spurt spurt

Another inhuman cock eruption occurs right next to her, and a rope even lands across her jeans. Matt's right, this is gross. But she has to just stand there and act like she doesn't care, otherwise the game will be up.

"When I find you Stacy, I'm going to make you pay for putting me through all of this!" Matt yells, not realizing that the real Stacy is right next to him.

He actually looks around the rest of the casino floor rather than at the real Stacy as he moves over to her, perhaps making sure that the real Stacy isn't sneaking around when she thinks he's not looking or something.

"Excuse me, Miss." He says for the umpteenth time as he lowers Stacy's jeans, bracing himself for another monstercock flipping up and spurting out an insanely voluminous cumshot. But instead what greets him is the lower two thirds of a long double-ended dildo, the upper third lodged inside the shaved vagina in front of him. A vagina with a normal sized clitoris.

He raises his eyebrows. "Stacy."

Stacy smiles weakly. She pulls up the tail end of the dildo and waves it like it's a penis.

"Um, squirt squirt?" She says in a tongue-in-cheek fashion.

Matt chuckles. "Yes, that's the plan. Now strip and get up on the table."

Stacy sighs, but complies, as are required by the rules of the Orgasm **** game. She can still win - she just has to avoid orgasming until the time limit is up. She guesses that's about 15 minutes away.

I can last.

"Spread your legs." Matt instructs.

Stacy turns a bit red as she opens her thighs, giving Matthew perfect access to her meat flaps wrapped around the thick shaft of the dildo.

"Actually, I want an even better view. Put your feet behind your head." Matt smirks.

Stacy frowns but Matt has guessed correctly - she is indeed flexible enough to do this, and so she reluctantly obeys. Now her butt is raised off of the table and she's truly as exposed as can be - both her pussy and asshole are at the perfect angle for him to do whatever he wants to them.

Still, she has some tricks up her sleeve. First, she can try and unnerve him.

"Do you like my massive cock, sweetie?" Stacy teases, taking the end of the dildo that isn't inside her and bringing it up to her mouth, where she pretends to lick it.

"The question you should be worried about is how much you like it." Matt retorts.

And then he grabs hold of the dildo and begins to pump it in and out of her. Electric shivers of pleasure run through her body.

Oh fuck.