Jens rubbed lotion on her bald scalp. She was convinced she had a major sunburn although all anyone else could see was a little pinkness. Jens had successfully avoided sunlight for years. Then she lost a bet with Melora. She was grudgingly going into the sun now, but still resisted getting the full body tan Melora demanded.
Jens peaked through the curtains. The club was unusually packed. Normally, they weren't even open yet. Tonight was the big slut showdown. She'd been passing out fliers all over town for two weeks. Anywhere men gathered she posted fliers; even in the seedy dockland hostels. The room was full of cock now. The show was about to begin.
Jens looked back. Two narrow beds were on stage. Doc was giving Melora a last minute shoulder rub. Maggie's husband was giving her some magic mushroom tea. Jens sneered, "Are we ready to see who the biggest slut in Europe is?"
The sluts said they were ready. Jens put on her leather top hat to go with her latex ringmaster's outfit and picked up her megaphone. The curtains opened and Jens began her spiel. "Gentlemen, I don't think there are many ladies here, welcome to the Messalina Challenge! Not since the decadent days of Ancient Rome has there been an event such as this. Not since the Empress of Rome challenged the Empress of Harlots has there been a competition of this magnitude. Before you are the two most insatiable sluts in Europe competing for the title, Queen of Cum."
Jens dramatically pointed with a riding crop at the bed draped in blue linen, the continued the spiel. "Representing Western Europe, from the sleazy seaside of Blackpool, England, we have the Human Hoover, the Sucking Machine, and the Fucking Fanatic. Gentleman, get your peckers ready for Maggie Mae!"
As the applause settled, Jens points her riding crop at the bed draped in red linen. "And representing Eastern Europe, from the steamy streets of Siirt Turkey, it's the Monster Muff, the Scarlet Sodomite, and the Jizz Gargling Cocksucker. Gentlemen, point your penises at the Magnificent Melora.
The bouncers let the first group of six onto the stage as Jens continued, "This is not about flowers and romance, Gentlemen. This is a competition! This is the ultimate in sport fucking. The object is to see which slut can get off more of your pricks. So get in, get off and get away so the next bloke can take a poke. Be orderly. You'll all get your turn. Maybe more than one! Just be hard and ready to rock when you step up." Jens pulled a starter pistol from her latex tuxedo jacket, raised it over her head and fired. "Let the games begin!"
Melora pounced on her first lot. She pushed one guy down on the bed and jumped on his rod. She directed another to her asshole and stuffed the third in her mouth.
Maggie took a two hole attack, one cock in her cunt while she alternated sucking two more.
Melora swallowed her first load of cum. Another cock was immediately shoved down her throat. The guy in her ass filled a rubber and pulled out. The bottom man kept slamming his sausage. Melora chided the man saying, "You're not in a marathon dude, I am. You're a sprinter and you're taking too long!"
The bottom man pulled out and ripped off his rubber. Another stud slithered under her while Melora grabbed the slow cummer and shoved it in her mouth too. Both men shot their loads quickly after that, filling her over stuffed mouth with cum.
