"Macy!!!"

"The one and only, Sugar." And it is that dirty pervert, eyeing my trembling, naked body like a piece of meat. With her crop top strained by her prodigious tits, she laughs at me— aroused by the humiliation evident in my blushing face.

A wolf-whistle escapes her full lips as she ogles my bouncing erection, but before I can shake my hands free of the pillowcase she's trapped me in, Macy binds my ankles together with the microphone's cord— ending any hope for my escape. Giving my cock a stroke, she steals a kiss, driving her tongue down my throat; satisfied, she stalks over to her other victim, the announcer and rapidly swats him square on the ass with his own belt.

Though he gripes at each smarting impact, it brings the hottie back to full-mast, and when the M.C. tries nursing his punished ass, Macy belts his arms to his sides, removing any possibility for him to hide that throbbing shaft from anybody's gaze. The sexy announcer starts hyperventilating when Macy simultaneously gropes his balls, ass and cock, fondling his privates voraciously while camera flashes threaten to blind us.

She pilfers the microphone from the stage floor, and the serial molester speaks into the phallic P.A. system, "Let me tell all, Darlings, the tourney's secret prize was a Booth Babe's costume! Not that exciting, but a pretty great prize, but then I figured, why stop there? Why not make the prize the Booth Babe himself?" She turns away from the mic to blow me a kiss, grinning like the predator she is, "And then I figured, hey— why not take the prize for myself…" she mutters, stalking nearer.

Before the vile, well-endowed brunette can make her way to me again, Ming Zhao makes her move— finally snapping to her senses after being treated to a smorgasbord of embarrassed male flesh, she tackles Macy. The businesswoman's hard-nippled melons jiggle wildly as she wrestles with our sexual assailant, but it's a losing battle; although Ming Zhao does get a couple decent holds in, Macy's police training quickly overpowers her untrained heroics.

The voluptuous deviant grabs my crush from behind and pries her diving suit wide open; even through the helmet, you could hear poor Ming Zhao shriek at her beautiful breasts springing free as birds for the auditorium to admire. In the same second, the dirty cop ties the costume's latex sleeves to immobilize the sexy savior entirely; even knocking my crush over to make certain of it.

Macy grabs both of us bound hunks by our stiff cocks and kneels us down right at the stage's edge, sliding her greedy hands all over our throbbing shafts while we're helpless to stop her; I calm down for a moment when she stops, then freak the fuck out out as she shouts for the crowd, "They're all yours ladies, these hunks want to be taken— ignore their pleas, and grab. Some. Ass!!!"

My heart beats like a hummingbird's wings as the women in the mob encroach, their eyes resembling baseballs to complement those salacious, drooling grins. When I see those cameras point at my crotch, my face burns crimson; our **** sexes are sticking out over the edge, within arms reach of the closest girls… and their fingers are flexing in barely contained excitement.