Maybe the front row should've had a tarp handy...

The thick cock gag in your mouth stifles the surprised howl as Gina bottoms out (pun thoroughly intended), grips your hips and growls into your ear, "Cupcake, I'm gonna fuck the biggest load you've ever shot out of you. By the time I'm done, you won't want it any other way..."

She keeps talking dirty to you as she plunders your ass, the veins of the lifelike strapon massaging the walls of your colon and straining sphincters. The head of it bumps your prostate on every in and out thrust, milking you from the inside.

Something like an orgasm rips through you, but it's not the blessed relief of sexual fulfillment as your cock finally stiffens more than you ever remember it being before. It's a release of pressure as you spray the surprised front row of the audience with a heavy, thick rope of ejaculate. Four more loud splats tell you that, true to her word, Gina has just fucked the biggest load out of you you can remember. The messiest, too.

You waver unsteadily on your four-inch heels, your still erect and oozing member leading the way as Gina steers you off the stage and back to the waiting room. Lucy wasted no time latching her pink painted lips on your cock as soon as you got backstage, and her soothing blowjob gives you that orgasmic tingle that was missing from the load you blasted out there.

"Only thing left is to await the judging." Gina says, washing her dildo as she watches Lucy blowing you.

No one's bothered un-cuffing you, or un-gagging you, for that matter...