Swimsuits, hotdogs, makeover

Most of the shemales from Bulge-aria spread out from the hotel finding car owners to fuck into sexy sisters. The pairs of shemales then hopped into vehicles and spread out across Turkey making their way to per-designated points. Naturally, they took a little extra time to make pit stops at glory holes. A dick through the hole? No problem, a wet little blow job or a nice tight round of anal. A hole ready to receive? What could be better, a rock hard girlcock was just a moment away. Regardless of the configuration getting shemale cum or giving her yours was a one way ticket to blossoming breasts, an hourglass figure, a sheshaft, and the mindset of a total fucking whore. The Bulge-arians and their sexy valets made a game of engaging in this anonymous sex and leaving before new sisters could start asking them boring questions. ‘What happened to me? Who are you?’ *eyeroll* their new instincts would sort them out.

At the pageant the judges and audience took note of just how sexy the contestants were. Aside from being tens, each contestant sported curves that bordered on indecent. Their choice of clothing did nothing to hide this, in fact it emphasized their curves while only barely concealing anything. The contestants walked onto stage as they were introduced the first wore a mid calf skin tight black latex dress with a pair of 6 inch heels, eliciting murmurs from the crowd and judges. The scandal increased with each contestant as their coverage decreased. Knee length dresses, mid thigh, and on until the “dresses” let panties peak out at the crowd with the slightest movement.

The MC cleared his throat as the last contestant strutted her stuff across the stage and took her place in the line up. “Alright!” he said a little too quickly “Let’s get into the first event. And the event is...” he took an envelope and broke the seal “Swimsuit Competition”. The contestants cheered enthusiastically, stripping their “dresses” off to reveal the minimalist suits they wore beneath. The round settled very little as each contestant received flawless marks from the panel judges.

The MC had to be called a few times before he snapped to attention and managed to announce the second event sounding a bit flustered. “Hot Dog Eating ... contest?”

Tables were wheeled out onto the stage laden with plates of foot long hot dogs. Since no chairs were provided the contestants bent over the waist high tables giving the audience a view straight down their ample cleavage. A buzzer sounded and the contests all quickly picked up a hot dog. Plump lips parted hungrily and hot dogs were swiftly drawn into needy throats. Gasps were heard in the audience as the contestants began to play with their food.

The sluts on stage proceeded to deep throat the hot dogs. They thrust the phallic objects against the sweet spot in the back of their throats, slobbered over them, and began to moan with arousal. Barely covered tits bounced violently, a few rosy nipples slipped free standing stiffly as the sluts lost themselves in pleasure. The moans grew louder as the horny contestants competed to wring as much pleasure as they could out of their bodies. The first contestant to orgasm sank to her knees moaning loudly as she pulled the foot long from her throat. Her body twitched in the height of her passion her hips thrusting against a phantom partner, her tits quivering with each breath, she reached up and roughly pinched her nipples through her bikini top. “Ohhhh fuckk!” she screamed. Her words seemed to launch a cascade as contestant after contestant became weak in the knees and sank to the stage in orgasmic bliss. Another inconclusive round, not a single contestant had eaten a dog, none of them had event taken a bite. The visibly aroused and distracted MC shuffled across the stage to announce the next event “Umm well ahh, give me a second here folks. Talent Show!” relief shone on his face as he read the ‘normal’ event.

The MC placed his hand to his ear and listened “I’m getting word that all of the contestants have agreed to a make over contest. Can we get some volunteers from the audience. Anyone for a free makeover?” Women filtered onto the stage slowly and each was paired with a gorgeous contestant. The pairs departed to the dressing rooms with contestants excitedly leading women backstage. As the last pair disappeared behind the curtains the MC took center stage “Alright let’s put 30 minutes on the clock and while we wait let’s go over some highlights and bloopers from former years.