May strode into the men's room and saw the security guard at one of the urinals, whistling as he relieved himself. She smiled as she realized they were alone and flipped the lock shut. He heard the click of the lock and looked up at her, standing there with a hungry gleam in her eyes. His face flushed.
"Uh, this is the men's room--" he began, fumbling with his fly.
"That just means I have less competition," May purred. "Oh, don't put that away." She was on him before he had a chance to zip up, her breasts pressing against his chest and her manicured fingers sliding down into his boxers. She smiled as he sucked in a breath at her touch, his cock hardening as her hand closed around it. Her eyes caught sight of the name 'Bruce' on his badge. "Oh, I've been such a bad girl, Bruce," May pouted as she began to stroke him, looking into his eyes with a gaze of lust. "I need a full cavity search."
Bruce groaned at May's skilled hands. The one that wasn't on his cock shoved him backwards into a stall, and he fell on the toilet seat, his cock jutting straight up. The redheaded sexpot was on it in a flash, kneeling there and licking his shaft with her enthusiastic lips and tongue.
May moaned around the meaty organ. She felt a sick, naughty thrill at practically raping this hapless guy. Her heart pounded as she slurped and tongued the smooth purple helmet. Her heart pounded. She'd had some misgivings about her sexual impulse, but any doubts dissolved when she had Bruce in her clutches. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head up and down his length, surprised at her ability to fellate so easily without choking. He didn't seem to object, his hands coming down to hold her head as she sucked him, letting obscene slurping sounds escape her lips.
She suddenly pulled free of his cock and stood, reaching down to tear a hole in the crotch of her new tights, revealing silken panties soaked in juice. Her libido was hungry. She hadn't had sex in over twenty years, and now a fire had been rekindled in her. She peeled the sodden panties aside and straddled the guard, gripping his cock to guide into her. May's eyes fluttered as she sank down on his length, mini-orgasms rocking through her as she felt the long-forgotten sensation of hot, hard flesh slipping into her.
These side effects weren't bad...
***
Ogress squealed as she felt the cold water splash against her chest. The crowd whooped as she gyrated her torso, making her breasts wobble and swing. Her T-shirt quickly became translucent, sticking to her emerald skin and giving the audience a clear view of her hardening nipples. She turned her back and thrust her butt up, putting herself on display. The guy with the hose obliged, spraying her booty-shorts until they looked painted on, giving the crowd a look at the crease of her pussy under the wet fabric.
She'd had so much fun today! First there was the amateur pole-dancing competition, then there was the jell-o wrestling match, now a wet T-shirt competition... and she'd won them all! She felt so sexy...