Fuck Emma on stage!

Taking that as his cue, John climbed onto the stage, sauntering right up to Emma at her podium and giving her a rough slap on the ass that caused the movie star to moan into the microphone, biting her bottom lip before turning back to her attentive all-female audience.

"Now let me introduce you to the man who helped me realize feminism is a complete waste of time, the man who made me into the proud cock-slut you see before you...my boyfriend, John!"

Looking out over the crowd, John offered a smug smile and wave as he stepped behind Emma. The crowd reacted with shock as John reached around to grope both her small but perky tits, giving her hard nipples a playful pinch before letting his hands travel down her slender body.

Hands settling on her hips, John pulled Emma's ass tight against his lap before gripping the back of her neck and bending her over the podium as she kept her lips pressed against the mic, every whorish rasp that rolled through the back of her throat audible over the loudspeakers.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as John ripped the hem of Emma's dress like tissue paper, exposing the starlet's pale ass followed by John dropping his pants to reveal his rigid prick. Taking his cock by the base, John slapped it against the feminist icon's lily-white cheeks.

"You want this cock, bitch?" John grunted into her ear, dragging his tip along Emma's folds, making the woman's legs quiver as she felt the head of John's manhood teases her tight slit.

"Yessss..." Emma slurred, writhing under his grip.

"Then tell them all that you are..." he ordered. "Beg for this cock like the dirty slut you are."

"I'm John's little cock-whore..." Emma whimpered. "He treats me like the slut I really am..."

"Good girl," he praised, stroking her hair. 'Now, which one of your holes should I fuck first?"