Authors: Ivy Smoak
I glanced back at his cock hanging between his legs, nearly
reaching his knees.
How will it feel inside of me? No! Don't do it, Alina!
"I'll tell you what, let's make a deal," he said.
"What kind of deal?"
"If you can deep throat me or make me cum by the end of
the next song, I'll tell you which one of these guys is actually Bryce."
"So either way you get a blowjob?"
"I would suggest rock paper scissors, but we're supposed
to be putting on a show here." He let go of my hips and dropped to the
floor of the platform. He started doing some crazy dance move that involved
spinning on his head.
Oh my God, he's break dancing!
I let him keep
going. His break dance was way better than anything I had done earlier. I moved
to the side of the platform and began doing my samba twerk combo to go along
with him.
"And what if I lose?" I didn't need to ask though.
I knew the answer.
He stopped dancing and laid on the stage. Somehow he quickly
transitioned into a handstand and flipped back up, landing in a standing
position. He pointed out at the crowd again. "Then all these people are
going to see the look on your face when I bend you over and fuck you with my
big black cock. Your body will belong to me until I cum."
Holy shit.
Sunday
Bryce
I grabbed the side of my face where I had just taken a punch
before knocking one of the other backup dancers out. I turned back to the
stage. I tried to listen, but I couldn't quite make out what Alina and the
ridiculously well-endowed black guy were saying to each other. There was no
doubt in my mind that he was trying to convince her to fuck him. I just didn't
know where she stood on the proposal. The shocked excitement on Alina's face
when his cock first swung out of his suit and her frequent glances down at it
told me that she might not be far away from giving in.
Shit.
I had to do something, and fast.
It was so very tempting to pull off my mask, but then she'd
be disqualified and all of this would have been for absolutely nothing.
Shit, shit, shit.
I glanced over at Tim standing off stage. He smiled and gave
me a thumbs up.
No! Thumbs up is not the proper response to this situation.
Even
though Tim obviously thought this was awesome and didn't understand why I
didn't enjoy watching Alina get fucked by a bunch of other dudes, he was the
one who concocted this whole thing in the first place, so maybe he would have
an idea of how to stop it.
I didn't bother to be discrete about leaving the stage -
every camera and pair of eyeballs in the audience were plastered to Alina and
the foot long cock.
"Dude, isn't this awesome?" asked Tim when I
reached the curtain. "Have you ever seen a cock that big?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. I
pulled my mask off and threw it on the ground.
"Oh, my love, are you bleeding?" Tim reached for my
face.
I pushed his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me,
Tim." I knew I had taken a few punches. I could taste the blood in my
mouth.
"Okay, okay. I know you're upset. But can you at least
take a second to admit that I was telling the truth when I told you that Python
had the biggest penis ever?"
"Wait, you found Python?"
"Yup! While you were getting your full body wax I snuck
off and found him. He was super excited when I told him about my plan."
Tim looked so proud of himself.
"Tim, we have to stop this."
"Why? Alina is going to really thank you for this."
Tim clapped his hand on my back.
"Alright, I know you don't understand this, but I really
am not enjoying this. You have exactly ten seconds to come up with a way to
stop this without Alina getting disqualified or I'm going to knock you the fuck
out and stop it myself."
"Did you try just going out there and telling her you
were you?"
"Yes. But she thought I was lying and then she started
giving handjobs to the two guys next to her."
Tim stifled a laugh. "Hmm, okay. Guess that strategy is
out then."
"Five seconds, Tim."
Tim looked around and then up, and then shook his head.
"I would say pull the curtain, but it doesn't go in front of the platform.
But Owen Harris is standing over there. Maybe as host he could put a stop to
it?"
"This better fucking work," I said.
I put my hands over my junk as we walked over to Owen.
"Owen?" said Tim.
He turned and looked at both of us, clearly making a
concerted effort to keep from accidently looking at my penis. "Tim Newman,
right?" he asked. "The choreographer for all this?"
"That's me!" said Tim.
"This is insane. Was this all choreographed into the
performance?"
"Let's just call it a wardrobe malfunction," Tim
said with a wink.
"Well, you better hope the judges like it as much as the
public does. This thing is blowing up on social media."
"Wait, are you actually broadcasting it?" I asked.
There's
no way...
"No. God, no," said Owen. "The FCC would sue
us into oblivion if we did. We just blurred it out when you guys got naked, and
then cut the feed when we realized what she was doing behind the American flag.
I think they caught it fast enough so that no one at home even saw her start to
give head. We've just been showing highlights from earlier and saying we're
having technical difficulties."
Thank God.
"But #ITAsex has set a record for the most used hashtag
over a ten minute span in the history of Twitter."
"How does anyone on Twitter know about it if you cut the
feed?"
"Cell phones in the audience, and some news stations
around the world didn't censor it as quickly as we did." Owen pulled out
his cell phone and scrolled through the Twitter feed for #ITAsex. Most of the
tweets were grainy cell phone images of Alina naked and doing various sex acts
or comments about how hot and/or how much of a slut she was, depending on if
the poster was male or female. Owen clicked the button to bring up more recent
tweets, and suddenly the grainy images were replaced with HD shots of Alina
dancing next to the black guy.
"What the hell?" I asked. "How are people
getting these images in HD?"
Owen pointed to the logo in the bottom of the images. "I
think that's the logo for some sketchy news station in Croatia. They must have
decided to post the official feed to their website to get five minutes of
fame."
"But how are they getting that feed from your cameras?"
asked Tim.
"Our contract to broadcast the ITAs in the US requires
us to send all the uncut footage to other stations around the world that
purchased the rights for their countries. That station in Croatia..."
I stopped listening when an image popped up on the Twitter
feed of Alina with both her hands wrapped around the black cock.
Fuck! This
has to stop.
"Owen, you have to stop this. She must be over her
allotted time or something."
Owen pointed to his ear piece that he used to communicate
with the producers back in New York. "I thought for sure they'd have me
stop it, but they told me the official rules don't permit me to enter the stage
until it's clear the performance is over."
"How the fuck does no one at the ITAs want this to
stop?!" I yelled.
"I'm as shocked as you are that they haven't stopped it.
But until they do, my hands are tied. If you want to stop it, maybe you could
try to cut the lights or something." Owen shrugged and looked back out at
stage.
Sunday
Alina
I glanced down at Python's monster cock. I thought he was
erect when I had first ripped his suit off, assuming the weight of it caused it
to hang between his legs, but I was wrong. As he tried to convince me to accept
his challenge, his cock had grown and stiffened. It was now fully erect and
aimed right at me like I was its target.
The chanting of the crowd combined with my own ridiculous
horniness had my resolve wearing thin.
"You promise you'll tell me the truth if I win?" I
asked.
"Yup. I promise. In the meantime, just pretend I'm
Bryce. Besides, this is obviously what he wants." He grabbed my arm and
moved my hand onto his penis. I instinctively grabbed and started stroking him.
My hand barely fit around it. Coming into contact with it was all my libido
needed to win the battle.
With the crowd cheering me on, I dropped to my knees in front
of Python. It looked even bigger from this angle.
"Why don't you put your arm up to it for scale," he
suggested.
I did. It was nearly the size of my forearm.
Oh God.
More cheers from the crowd. And even more cheers when I slid
my tongue along the shaft of his penis, going from the rock hard base all the
way to the tip. I felt like I was eating the world's biggest fudgesicle. But
there wasn't time to slowly enjoy this fudgesicle. I had get the entire thing
down my throat before the song changed unless I wanted to get fucked by it.
Maybe
I do want to get fucked by it.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him into my
mouth. Usually I would have closed my mouth a little so he could feel my lips
as he slid into my mouth, but with him there was no room to close my mouth. In
fact, if my mouth had been any smaller he might not have fit at all.
I slid my mouth down his shaft, but soon his tip pushed
against the back of my throat.
To see how much I had left to get down my throat, I looked
out at the jumbotron. It was so weird seeing myself on my knees with my red,
white, and blue lips wrapped around a massive black cock. But it was even
weirder seeing how much of him still needed to fit in my mouth. If someone had
seen that image without knowing how big he was, they would have thought that I
just barely had the tip of it in my mouth.
Fuck. How am I going to fit this entire thing in my mouth?
I suppressed my gag reflex and tried to take it straight down
my throat. It made him groan with pleasure, but I didn't get close to
accomplishing my goal. The angle made it impossible.
I spread my legs wider to get farther below him. If I was
looking up at him, there would be less of an angle between my mouth and my
throat. I took him into my mouth and got farther than before, but my gag reflex
refused to let me shove something so big down my throat. I pulled his cock out
of my mouth and caught my breath.
"Give up?" he asked.
"Fuck this thing is huge," I said. Not even a
professional sword swallower would be able to deep throat him. "But I'm
not giving up yet. If I make you cum I still win, right?"
"I guess that was the deal."
I played with his balls with one hand while my other hand
pumped his shaft in unison with my mouth.
After a little while I stopped and looked up at him.
"Come on. I wanna taste your cum." I swirled my tongue around his tip
seductively.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face.
But not until I bend you over and fuck your tight little pussy. Or maybe I'll
do you in the ass. I bet the crowd would love that."
Shit! Why did I not specify in the deal that my asshole
was off limits?
"Lie down," I said, pushing on his chest.
"Gonna give up and fuck me?" he asked. He laid down
and his cock was sticking straight up in the air. It looked more like a flag
pole than a penis.
I gulped. I wasn't going to fuck him now, but I was sure it
would only be a matter of seconds before I'd be riding that thick cock if I
failed to make him cum before the song ended.
I got on my knees and sucked him as fast as I could while I
pumped his shaft with both hands.
The change of position had apparently left my ass exposed
near the edge of the platform, because it only took a second for one of my
dancers to grab me and slide himself into my pussy. He put both hands on my
hips and pushed himself deep inside me.
"Fuck," I moaned, but the noise only made it as far
as Python's dick in the back of my throat. Getting fucked again just made me
crave more cock. I got into it even more, relentlessly slamming Python into the
back of my throat with each thrust behind me.
The guy behind me was getting close to giving me another
orgasm, but just then the platform rotated. His cock slid out of me and a
second later another man grabbed my hips. He ran his finger along my pussy and
brushed against my clit.
He only got to fuck me for a second before the next guy spun
the wheel so that he could take a turn. Rather than put my hands on my hips, he
was smart enough to try to hold onto the wheel to prevent the next guy in line
from turning it, but he couldn't hang on for long. I couldn't focus on who was
fucking me though. All that mattered was making Python cum.
"Damn you're good at sucking cock," groaned Python.
I smiled to myself at the compliment, but there was no time
to thank him. When I felt his cock stiffen and pulse a little, I moved one of
my hands to massage his balls and give him that little push to make him lose
control.
Come on, give me that cum.
I felt the platform spin again. I expected to feel a new cock
enter me, but it didn't happen immediately. Instead, a guy grabbed my ass
cheeks and spread them wide.
Great. Just in case the audience hadn't seen enough of me,
let's give them a perfect view of my asshole.
Then I felt the tip of his erection press against my asshole.
Whoa!
I pulled my hips away from him as quickly as possible and
spun around.
"What the hell, dude?" I said.
He shrugged. "Sorry. I thought you'd like it."
"Nope. Not taking it in the ass."
He shrugged. "Okay, okay. Turn back around and I'll fuck
you normally."
As I went to turn back around, the song ended and a new song
started playing.
Fuck.
"That's a shame," said Python. "You were a few
seconds away from making me cum."
"Want me to keep going?" I gripped his cock hard
and licked my lips.
"Nope. I want you to go over to the judges table."
"Why?"
"It's part of the performance, Alina. You do want to win
gold, don't you?" He lifted me in his arms and jumped off the platform. He
spun us around and then set me on my feet, dancing with me. "Everything is
going according to plan. Just follow my lead."
I was already in so deep. What did anything matter anymore?
We had to dance through the crowd to get to the judges table.
It had been uncomfortable having all these people watch me get fucked when I
was on stage, but I hadn't been able to see their faces. Now that they were
inches away from me, it really hit me that these were real people watching and
cheering for me.
I couldn't decide if it was horrifying or thrilling. I guess
it was both.
As we got closer to the judges table, my pulse quickened. In
just a few seconds, the giant cock on this stranger was going to penetrate me
right in front of the judges.
"What now?" I said to Python when we reached the
table.
He didn't say anything. He just grabbed my hips and started
grinding on me in rhythm to the music. His massive erection found its place
between my ass cheeks, luckily pointed up towards my back rather than straight
into my asshole. While I swayed to the music, his hands wandered up and
caressed my breasts. "Just pretend I'm Bryce," he whispered in my
ear. With one motion, he ripped both my pasties off. Despite everything the
crowd had seen me do, I still felt a moment of panic when I realized my nipples
were showing. That was it. Now these people had seen every inch of my body.
Python let the cameras linger on my naked breasts for a few
seconds as he ran his hands down my stomach. His hands stopped just before
reaching between my thighs. He slid his hands around my waist and pushed on my
back so that I'd bend over the judges table. My eyes locked with the judges'.
The Asian frowned and looked away, but the other four judges were all staring
right at me.
The judges weren't what mattered at that moment though. All I
could think about was how bending over the table had left me completely exposed
to Python. His strong hands spread my cheeks and he moved his cock off my ass,
ready to penetrate me.
I just didn't know which hole he would claim.