Blowjob Races: Penny Lane (Penny Lane)

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Disclaimer: This did not happen. Fantasy is legal.

Codes: MF, Oral

Blowjob Races: Penny Lane

Penny Lane stood at the side of the stage and furrowed her brow, the time emblazoned on the digital stop clock taunting her.

"What the fuck do I have to do to beat that?" she murmured, watching as Ella was ushered away by a flurry of production staff.

The statuesque Sports Illustrated model had watched Ella's performance with a mix of awe and determination. She shifted slightly, her barely there robe doing little to hide her own anticipation for her turn. It finished just above her arse, hardly covering her sensational curves.

"How long do I have before we're back live." she asked one of the show's runners,  who scurried over to her, clipboard in hand.

"About two minutes, Penny," the young woman replied, her eyes wide and a little too eager. "You're up next, after the break."

Glancing around to make sure they were alone, Penny opened her robe and unhooked her bra, allowing it to slide off her shoulders. She handed it to the showrunner, who was agog at the sight of her very large, bare breasts, her breath hitching as they jiggled seductively while she adjusted herself.

"Make sure the camera gets plenty of these," she said determinedly. The runner nodded, her cheeks flushing, and disappeared backstage. Penny tied up her robe again, her nipples hardening in anticipation. After Ella's performance, she knew she needed to get the Big Guns out early.

The glitz and glamour of the show didn't fool Penny; she knew this was going to be a tough competition. She had her own reasons for participating in this bizarre charity event, and she wasn't about to let a Hollywood ingénue like Ella take the title without a fight. She had wanted to participate in Celebrity Titwank, her assets making her a definite contender for a spot, but her lack of name recogntion had held her back. Since then, she'd become an SI model, and had a fling with Gerard Butler, which had given her enough notoriety to be invited to participate in Blowjob Races. She knew that winning could propel her career to new heights, and give her new opportunities. As laid back as she appeared in her social media posts, there was a competitive fire deep inside Penny. One that had taken her from a sleepy village in Cheshire, to the front covers of Vogue Paris, 35MM Magazine, Vanity Fair, and now Sports Illustrated.

Her friends and family had been more than a little shocked when she told them she'd be participating on the show. It was one thing to do OnlyFans, something Penny hadn't done or would do, but quite another to perform such a personal act on live TV. But Penny was made of sterner stuff; she was a survivor. She had clawed her way through the fashion industry, fending off creeps and dodging the pitfalls of fame. She wasn't going to let a little thing like sucking a strangers cock on TV get in the way of her goals.

"This will help me build my public profile." she had assured them. "And, it's all for charity."

She said all this with good reason. The participants in Celebrity Titwank had all seen an explosion in popularity in their careers. They had gone from wannabe and washed-up celebrities to more than flavours of the month overnight, all because of their ability to handle a man's cock with their breasts. They’d landed TV shows, reality shows, and multiple big brand advertisements. And whilst there were lots of detractors, mainly other women, who criticized the show for reducing women to their sexuality and degrading them on national TV, Penny knew that this was actually empowering. Plus, the amount of money that was made for charity was eyewatering.

"30 seconds, Penny." a stagehand called out, his voice barely audible over the audience's anticipation. She nodded and checked that her robe was tied, before quickly tying her long dirty-blonde hair back in a ponytail, her heart racing. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling dramatically.

The music hit, and Bruce Foreskin reappeared, his smile as wide as ever, as if he hadn’t just watched a live sexual act play out before his eyes. "Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen in the audience! And for those of you at home, welcome back to Blowjob Races, the show where we really know how to suck for a cause!"

"Now, before the break, we saw the lovely Ella Hunt set the bar high with a time of 5 minutes and 43 seconds!" The crowd erupted again

"But let's not forget, we have another contestant ready to give it her all for prostate cancer awareness! But before we introduce you to the next lovely lady who will be bringing us to the brink, let's introduce you to the man whose lolly she'll be licking!"

The crowd cheered as Bruce gestured to the next participant, a skinny young red-headed man with glasses who looked like he'd just won the lottery as he stepped onto the stage, his cock already semi-erect and pressing against his robe.

"This is Tom from Newcastle," Bruce announced, his voice a mix of amusement and excitement. "Tom, tell us, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a student," Tom replied, his cheeks reddening as he adjusted his glasses. "Studying computer science at Newcastle University."
"Ah, a young scholar with a thirst for knowledge!" Bruce quipped, winking at the camera. "And do you get much time to study the female form, Tom?"

Tom blushed even more deeply, his eyes flicking to the audience. "Well, I'd say I'm more of a hands-on learner, when I can be," he said, earning a laugh from the audience.

"Sounds like you're in the right place then!" Bruce exclaimed. "And now, let's bring out the woman who's going to give Tom the kind of education he'll never forget! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome the gorgeous Sports Illustrated Model, Penny Lane!"

The crowd's applause grew deafening as Penny strutted out from behind the curtains, her confidence undeniable, even as her heart pounded in her chest. She gave the audience a sultry smile, her eyes gleaming as they took in the sea of eager faces. She knew they were expecting a show, and she was more than ready to deliver. Tom's face was a picture of pure elation, his semi-hard cock now very obviously erect, a clear indicator of his own excitement, as he watched Penny strut over to them, her breasts bouncing with every step.

"Penny Lane, well that is quite a name!" Bruce Foreskin said with a cheeky smirk, extending his hand to her. She took it with a firm grip and a wink, playing along with the host's banter. "Your parents are obviously fans of the Beatles then?"

"They had a thing for the sixties, yes," Penny quipped, her confidence growing with every second. She could feel the electricity in the air as she stood before Tom, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. The stage lights bathed her in a soft glow, highlighting her curves and the seductive sway of her hips. Tom's eyes were glued to her, his cock twitching in anticipation beneath the flimsy robe. She flashed him a coy little smile, her eyes dropping to his crotch, causing him to swell even more.

"So you are a Sports Illustrated Model, Penny. How has that been for you?" Bruce Foreskin asked, his voice a blend of curiosity and admiration.

Penny leaned into the microphone, her full, red lips curving into a knowing smile. "It's been an incredible journey, Bruce," she replied, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "I've gotten to travel the world, meet amazing people, and showcase my talents."

"You've seen how well Ella did earlier, how do you think you're going to fare against her time?" Bruce asked, his voice dripping with excitement.

Penny leaned in closer to the microphone, her breasts threatening to spill out of her robe. "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, Bruce" she said looking at Tom with a wink, her voice a low purr.

"And for all the ladies at home watching, any tips on how to handle a man's package like a pro?" Bruce Foreskin teased, waggling his eyebrows at the camera.

Penny took a moment to consider the question, her eyes still locked with Tom's. "Well, it's all about technique, isn't it?" she said, her voice dripping with sex appeal. "You've got to know how to handle it with both finesse and enthusiasm. And, of course, a bit of creativity never hurts."

Bruce Foreskin chuckled, clearly enjoying her response. "Finesse, enthusiasm, and creativity, folks. This is going to be a race to remember!" He stepped back, giving Penny and Tom their space. "Now, let's get ready for the countdown!"

Tom stood looking at Penny like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. She was a couple of inches taller than him, and her voluptuous curves made him feel like a kid in a candy store. Penny slid her robe off and tossed it aside, leaving her in just a pair of tiny lace panties. He gasped audibly, his eyes agog as he took in the sight of her bare breasts, her nipples hard and pointing at him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but as he felt his cock throb, he knew it was all too real.

Penny knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his, and reached for his robe, untangling it and exposing his hard cock to the audience's view. It was a decent size, thick and veiny, and she looked up at him, licking her lips.

"Oh, Tom." she cooed, her eyes gleaming as she took in the sight of his cock. "Aren't you full of surprises."

Tom couldn’t believe his luck. The prospect of having this gorgeous woman suck his cock, was making him stiff as an iron rod. And as she moved her lips to mere millimetres from his cockhead, it threatened to have him spurting cum all over her before she'd even taken him in her mouth.  He barely even noticed the countdown that had begun, so lost was he in the moment.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth." Penny said, her breath hot on Tom's cock.

As soon as the countdown ended and the buzzer sounded, her hands started stroking him gently, feeling the throbbing of his blood. He was already close to the edge, but he had to hold on. Penny looked up at him and licked her lips, before she leaned in and took the head of his cock in her mouth. The warmth and wetness were almost too much, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming immediately. She sucked gently at first, teasing him with her tongue, flicking it around his cockhead before sliding her mouth down his shaft, licking and sucking noisily. The studio mic was filled with the sound of Tom’s heavy breathing and the slick, wet noises of Penny’s mouth on his penis.

Tom watched her, as the crowd hushed, the only sounds being the slurps and sucks of her mouth and his own harsh breathing. Her eyes remained locked with his, full of desire. He felt her hand wrap around his shaft, her thumb gently rubbing the spot just under the head. He felt her other hand cup his balls, her nails grazing his sensitive skin. He gasped as she took him deeper, feeling the back of her throat tighten around his cock. The cameramen moved in for a closer shot, their lights glinting off her red, glossy lips. Penny's hand began to move faster, her strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth. She took him out for a moment, swirling her tongue around the tip before plunging back down, causing him to gasp in pleasure.

"Touch my tits, Tom." Penny urged, hoping to overwhelm him with sensations that would make him cum quicker.

With trembling hands, he reached out and gently squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight and softness, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. Penny moaned around his cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with every suck, the sound of her sluicing up and down his shaft echoing through the soundstage. The camera operators moved in closer, capturing every intimate moment of their performance.

Tom was completely oblivious to them, so lost in the sensation of Penny's mouth that he couldn't focus on anything else. He groped her breasts, his thumbs flicking and pinching her nipples as the sound of her slurping grew wetter, more intense.  His hips began to move in sync with her mouth, thrusting slightly to meet her as she took him deeper. Penny's hand tightened around his base, her movements matching the rhythm of his hips.

Bruce Foreskin's voice boomed over the cheers, "Looks like Tom's in for a treat with Penny's magic mouth!" The audience's excitement was evident, and Tom's heart was racing as he felt her mouth engulf him.

Penny's technique was indeed magical, a masterful blend of suction and tongue work that had Tom's knees shaking. Her hand pumped his shaft in sync with her mouth, her grip firm but not too tight. The digital clock ticked away the seconds as she worked on him, but her eyes never left his, holding him captive with her gaze.

"I love sucking this cock, Tom." Penny murmured, her voice a mix of sultry and urgent.  His breathing was erratic, his chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths as he fought the urge to fill her mouth with his cum. But Penny was relentless, her mouth sliding up and down his length, her tongue flicking over his frenulum with every stroke.

Tom looked at his cock, coated in Penny's saliva, disappearing into her mouth and reappearing again; the sight was almost too much to handle. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he was determined to hold on. He didn't want this exquisite feeling, exquisite experience, to end.

"Oh, Penny," he moaned, his voice tight with pleasure. "You're so good at this."

For her part, Penny was in her element, her mouth working its magic on Tom's cock as the audience watched in rapt attention. She felt his body tense up, his breathing becoming more erratic as he approached his climax. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let up. With a wicked smile, she pulled back, just enough to let his cock pop out of her mouth
with a wet smack. She wiped a strand of saliva from her lips with the back of her hand and said,

"But, Tom, the real magic show starts now."

Penny leaned in and began to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock, tracing every ridge and vein with an expert touch. He watched as she took a deep breath through her nose, and then plunged back down, taking him into her throat with a gulp.

“Oh Fuckkkk!” he groaned, gritting his teeth in pleasure.

The sensation was indescribable. The room was spinning, the lights blurry, and all he could focus on was the wet heat of her mouth. Penny’s eyes watered a little as she took him deep, her throat muscles contracting around his cock, threatening to milk him dry there and then.

Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked with all her might, her hands reaching up to fondle his balls. He could feel her tongue, dancing around his shaft, caressing every inch of him. The audience was in a frenzy, their cheers and claps echoing through the room, urging her on. Tom’s hands found her hair, gripping it tightly as he started to thrust into her mouth. She took it all, never missing a beat, her eyes locked onto his as she worked her mouth and hands faster and faster.

"You want to cum on my tits, Tom?" she said, her a sultry look on her face. She knew the answer before he even had a chance to nod, and she took him back into her mouth, her hand pumping him faster now.

The crowd was going wild, their chanting echoing through the soundstage, urging him to cum. The pressure was intense, and Tom felt his body respond, his balls tightening. He knew he was close, so close. But he didn't want it to end, didn't want the moment to be over.

Penny redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster, her tongue working its magic as she slurped and sucked on Tom's cock. She felt him twitch in her mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily as she hit all the right spots. She knew she had him on the edge, and with a final flourish, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.

"Cum for me, Tom," she breathed, her eyes full of heat, as she jerked his cock hard. "I want to feel your load on my tits."

Tom's screwed his eyes shut, and with a guttural groan, he couldn't hold back anymore. He erupted in Penny's hand, spurts of white cum shooting out and splattering onto her breasts. She leaned back, watching with a mix of triumph and satisfaction as the last of his load landed on her chest. The audience went wild, clapping and whistling, while the cameramen captured every moment of Tom's climax.

"What a finish!" Bruce Foreskin exclaimed over the din. "It seems Penny has some serious skills when it comes to bringing a man to his knees!"

Bathing in the admiration of the crowd, Penny looked up at the clock, her eyes widening as she saw her time: 5 minutes and 5 seconds. She had beaten Ella’s time, and by a sizeable margin too.

"Looks like we have a new leader!" Bruce announced with a wide smile, as the audience roared in approval. "Penny has set the bar high for the rest of the night!"

Still dazed and jelly-legged, Tom held out his hand to help Penny to her feet, his cum glistening on her chest. She took his hand and stood, her eyes never leaving his, a smile playing on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Bruce Foreskin came over to them, his microphone in hand, a wide grin etched on his face.

"Phenomenal, Penny!" he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Your performance was truly unforgettable. The crowd agrees!"

The crowd's roar grew louder, and Penny could only smile and wave as she drank in the applause. Tom, still dazed from his explosive climax, managed a shy nod as he tucked himself back into his pants, feeling both drained and elated.

"So how are you feeling after that, Tom?" Bruce Foreskin leaned in, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Tom couldn't form words, his breathing still ragged, so he settled for a nod and a sheepish smile. The audience's laughter and applause washed over him, but he barely heard it

"I think you may have sucked the soul out of this poor young lad, Penny." Bruce chuckled, slapping Tom on the back, noticing the glazed look in his eyes.

Penny giggled, her breasts bouncing with the movement, the sticky traces of Tom's cum glistening under the lights. "Well, Bruce, I had to give it my all. It's not every day you get to showcase your talents in such a public way."

The host nodded, his gaze lingering on her chest. "And you've set a really difficult time to beat, Penny. I can't wait to see who's up for the challenge next."

"But you'll all have to wait until next week, because that is all we have time for tonight. Please give a round of applause to all our contestants tonight, Ella and John, and Penny and Tom!"

The audience erupted into applause, the cheers reverberating through the studio. The lights dimmed slightly, the music hit and Bruce Foreskin guided Penny and Tom offstage.