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By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So you said that most indian of the contestants just sang songs?” Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned talk show host leaned closer to me. She liked doing that, getting close, her thighs pressed tight, stained with my futa-cum. “That's it?” “I know, it sounds so boring compared to the modern competitions where the contestants try to do the most outrageous solo sex acts they can to win style points,” I said with a smile. “But this was Ms. Bred 2019, the first time the beauty pageant was ever held. The best they were doing was a mild striptease while singing, if that. “But three of them...” I shuddered, my pussy growing wet and my futa-dick throbbing so hard beneath my skirt. “Three of them impressed. They put effort into doing something that would turn me on.” “And were those three the same three that made it to the final round?” asked Adelia. I winked at her. “I will say this, I will never think of a magic trick the same way again.” March 23rd, 2019 The buzzing high from fucking Anemone, a gorgeous redheaded contestant who was the first disqualified in the orgasmic endurance round, faded fast as I suffered through the next pregnant, young woman's talent performance. Another song. Worse, it was the one contestant I utterly despised: Kristina Fishman. I glared at the Black woman as she rocked back and forth on a swing, her naked, pregnant form glistening with oil and glitter. The stage lights focused on her, her dark tits bouncing at the apex of her swing, while she belted out one of the songs I hated the most. Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus. Listening to it was like hearing nails scraped across a chalkboard. I cringed at her performance. It was terrible. I shook my head, trying not to wince every third note as her voice warbled. She had trouble hitting all the right notes. “Jesus,” whispered Amelia McCreery. She sat beside me in a low-cut, red dress, shaking her head. She was also pregnant, bred by me six months ago when she tricked me into appearing on a live interview. She just wanted to fuck me on CNN's cable channel to boost their ratings and her career. But I made her beg like a bitch before I bred her with my cock dirty from her producer's tight asshole. That was a satisfying moment. Far more satisfying than listening to Kristina. I wished I never fucked the Black girl. She just used Kurt, my ex-boyfriend and good friend, to get close to me, dating him just so she'd get the opportunity to be fucked by me. Then she dumped him. Cunt. “Well, she's not advancing,” muttered Mr. Mondale, the third judge. He was an older man. This sexually charged beauty pageant was all his idea. The President of CNN saw great potential in the attraction I drew. The world's first futa captured imaginations, particularly of women. Dirk created two pieces of material about a foot square. If Becky had known Darlene's plan, she would deserve it, but there was no way in hell the mule would fit in his sister's dime-sized butt hole. You’re not sure if you think I’m doing the right thing.” Megan guessed. IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE LEAVE ME A COMMENT (AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE)….THANKS, PABLO DIABLO. Amy turned redder, before nodding meekly. “By friendship – you mean the sex, right?!” Taylor joked. “There's no shame in sex!” I said to a wife accepting a package from the mail man. “Never be jealous. Hamden could feel Enoch’s soft tender tongue flicking at and swirling all around his nipples, as his wet lips sucked on his dark areola. I tugged at her nipple, feeling it harden as I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. 
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