Stiff Competition
Devised by: Calibur009
Written by: DarkSwordsman
Hosted by: Perv Griffin
Co-host: Lucy Hale
Contestants: Margot Robbie, Dove Cameron, Kelli Berglund, Vanessa Hudgens, Victoria Justice, Emma Stone, Alison Brie and Nina Dobrev
Part 1
Men took to their couches across the United States and beyond, boxes of tissues stacked halfway to the ceiling as they settled in for the pilot episode of a highly anticipated new television game show. Helmed by Perv Griffin, the mastermind behind the masturbation coma-inducing series Wheel of Porntune, this new show was poised to set viewing figures soaring across the globe.
A title card stretched across screens of every size, colour and picture quality, accompanied by a smooth jazz theme, so corny and downright vomit-inducing that Kenny G, in all his dentist chair-scoring pomp, couldn’t have done worse himself. The typeface was a light blue cartoonish bubble. The words: Stiff Competition; all three i’s replaced with a thick, veiny penis, complete with globs of ejaculate in place of the dots.
The title card faded as the camera whizzed across a gaudy, poorly constructed game show set, closing in on a neatly groomed man stood centre stage in an unfathomably garish lime green suit, his image projected on a giant plasma screen above his head. The theme tune reached its final notes and a beer-gutted man in a backwards baseball cap counted down on his fingers from behind the camera. He gave a thumbs up and the host began.
“Goooood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Stiff Competition. A brand new show hosted by myself, Perv Griffin, and featuring a number of A-list celebrities, all ready to duke it out in the name of charity.”
The camera cut to the eight bikini-clad starlets lined up behind the host, beaming pearly white smiles at the lens as the expensive rig panned across the stage. They were; Margot Robbie, Dove Cameron, Kelli Berglund, Vanessa Hudgens, Victoria Justice, Emma Stone, Alison Brie and Nina Dobrev, each of the gorgeous celebs more heavily made up and scantily dressed than the last.
Hair of every colour, tone and style shone under the studio lights. Bright white teeth glistened. Bronzed skin glowed. Expensive jewelry sparkled. Neatly pedicured tooties, painted in every colour of the rainbow, poked out the end of priceless-looking, open toed stilettos. Their designer bikinis, matching red and boasting quite possibly the highest price to fabric ratio in all of fashion, looked better equipped to the slicing of cheese than the covering of one's modesty. Nipples poked through indecently sheer bikini tops, while vaginal lips chewed up wire-thin bottoms to the point that almost nothing remained.
“So,” Griffin continued, “as you can see, we have no fewer than eight world famous starlets of, I think it would be fair to say, differing degrees of acting prowess...”
The ladies looked across the stage at one another, each of them trying to pick out the dramatic duds to which he was referring.
“...but equally stunning good looks, competing against each other for your entertainment. The name of the game? Blowjobs. That’s right, folks. These lovely ladies- each of them self-proclaimed experts of the oral arts- will be battling it out in hope of being crowned the very first Stiff Competition Suckjob Queen. We have $1,000,000 in prize money up for grabs for these ladies and their chosen charities, and what better incentive could there be than helping out those in need?
“Now, we’ll meet each of these women in just a second, but first, allow me to introduce my co-host. A formidable feaster of fucksticks herself, this gorgeous star will be using every ounce of her oral expertise to assist me in tonight’s show. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm Stiff Competition welcome to Miss Lucy Hale!”
The theme tune reprised as Lucy Hale marched out onto the stage, waving excitedly at the applauding audience as she went. She wore a short, though almost impossibly silky designer dress, her expensive heels clicking as she crossed the busy stage. Her glossy dark brown hair had been cropped just above her shoulders, her gorgeous face heavily made up with what appeared to be a department store shelf’s worth of priceless cosmetics.
“Lucy, wow!” said Griffin, taking her dainty hand in his and planting a kiss upon the back of it. “Ravishing as always.”
“Thank you, Perv,” Lucy giggled. “You don’t look too bad yourself. Except for that suit, of course,” she added, miming a gagging motion at the audience- the enraptured spectators roaring with laughter.
Griffin proudly adjusted his toxic green tie. He’d been dressing in such a manner for so long, that he started to see his garish suits as an extension of himself and he always wore them with pride, no matter how much of an eyesore they might be.
“OK, Lucy, great to have you here. Now, in addition to helping me with my hosting duties, you will also be overseeing proceedings as a kind of referee. Isn’t that right?”
“Sure is, Perv. I’ll be keeping a close eye on everything that occurs over the course of the evening, and if any of these little bitches even thinks about cheating, they’ll have to answer to me.”
The cameraman took a second pan of the celebrity contestants, some gulping nervously as Lucy said her piece.
Griffin grinned. “Well, there you are, ladies. You’ve been warned. OK, now the contestants have a lot to cram in this evening- so to speak- so let’s get on with the show. Who’s ready for the first round?”
The camera cut to the audience as they yelled back in excitement.
“So, the first round is the Deepthroat Challenge,” Griffin declared. “Pretty self-explanatory really. In just a moment, an incredibly lucky young man with an incredibly long penis will be joining us onstage, and each of these beautiful, A-list women behind me are going to take turns at choking down his big, fat dick. But remember, girls,” he added, turning to face the celebs, “the two of you that come up shortest will be eliminated, so you better bring your A-games! OK, without further ado, let’s bring out our stud.”
A snippet of the theme tune played out once more as a breath-takingly handsome and unspeakably chiseled young black man walked out onto the stage in a pair of red trunks; the few female members of the audience and the celebrity contestants cooing in wonderment as his ultra-muscled form strutted across the platform.
“Good evening, young man,” said Griffin, welcoming the new addition. “And what’s your name?”
“Whatup, Perv. Name’s Jamal.”
“Welcome to the show, Jamal. So you were one of a long list of hopeful young men who applied to be on the show. Why don’t you tell us a little about the selection process and how you ended up on this stage this evening?”
“Well, Perv, I believe yo’ girls backstage went through all the applications an’ picked out the best candidates,” Jamal explained, in a lazy southern drawl. “Then a buncha us was contacted an’ told we made the shortlist.”
“I see, and that’s where Lucy here entered the picture, correct?”
“Uh huh,” said Jamal, exchanging smutty grins with the co-host. “Miss Hale inspected every one-a us personally to see who would be best suited to each round. I whipped out the ol’ Kentucky Black Snake here, an’ the rest is history,” he added, gesturing down to his groin, his red trunks stretched lewdly around the lengthy span of meat coiled away inside.
“So, there you have it, folks,” said Griffin. “The simplest methods yield the best results. OK, let’s get this show on the road. So, the girls drew lots before the show and it was determined that Miss Dobrev would be taking the first plunge. Nina, up you come.”
A spotlight shone on Nina Dobrev and followed her as she strolled to the front of the stage. Griffin looked her up and down as she approached, raising his eyebrows at the camera in appreciation.
“So, Nina, I guess it's kind of apt for the star of Vampire Diaries, that you’ll be drawing first blood this evening. Do you think going first in this round will benefit you?”
“Of course, Perv,” Nina replied. “After all, I’ll be setting the precedent. Laying out my marker that all these girls will have to try and beat. And as you say, as a former vampire, I sure know how to suck! These bitches gonna have their work cut out for them!”
“Wow! Sounds like she means business, huh, guys?” Griffin grinned. “Lucy, over to you.”
Griffin stepped aside and his co-host replaced him.
“Thank you, Perv. Right, before we get started, let’s take a look at the tool these ladies are gonna be working with,” said Lucy, squatting before Jamal and slipping her fingers under the waistband of his trunks.
In a single swift motion, she whipped them down, Jamal’s long black cock uncoiling like a snake from a basket. There were audible gasps across the studio as his dick fell free; the flaccid member dangling down almost to his knees, swinging back and forth like Foucault’s pendulum.
Lucy grinned. “I know, right. Wait ‘til you see it hard! Speaking of which, as well as co-hosting and reffing this event, I’ll also be serving as a fluffer. Making sure these dicks are nice and hard at the start of each round. What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.”
“Hey, Lucy, that wasn’t part of the deal!” Griffin objected from the edge of the stage, finding no mention of that particular role as he thumbed through his co-star’s contract.
“Really?” said Lucy, squatted at Jamal’s feet as the camera returned to her. “I could’ve sworn the producers said something about that. Oh, well, you guys don’t have to pay me extra for it. A big, fat cock like this is all the remuneration I require,” she smirked, taking the stud’s soft, though ultra-long penis in her hands.
Before Griffin or any of the suits backstage could protest further, Lucy parted her lips, feeding the head of Jamal’s giant, flaccid cock inside and stroking his shaft as she started to suck. Jamal groaned, his dick growing and stiffening between Lucy’s soft lips and even softer hands, her dainty mits roaming along the shaft as she slurped at the spongy brown head. In a matter of moments, his dick was hard as a rock; the dark-haired beauty releasing the now thoroughly swollen crown from her lips with a loud pop.
“Remember what I said about seeing it hard?” she quipped, grinning at the camera as she clasped Jamal’s cock at the base. “How big is it again, Jamal?”
“12 inches,” he said, smiling with a smugness that only a footlong tube of meat swinging between one’s thighs can provide.
“Hear that, ladies?” she grinned, looking back at the contestants. “Camera guy, get a close up of this thing, will you?”
The cameraman did as instructed; capturing the thick black rod in all its fully erect glory and beaming it onto the giant screen for all to see. Jaws dropped across the studio, from the audience to the crew to the spectators; some gawking in such a listless manner they were sucking up passing flies. Even Griffin, a man so devoutly heterosexual he practically radiated testosterone from his eyeballs, was staring in disbelief at the long, coal-dark girder protruding from the black man’s groin.
A complex network of thick, juicy veins journeyed up and down the shaft, criss crossing one another like train tracks. His head was swollen up like a big brown ping pong ball, the tip glistening with the puddle of pre-cum pooling inside, and a giant set of balls swung around beneath; the size of Italian plums and filled to the brim with a seemingly endless of supply of piping hot semen.
“OK, Nina, whenever you’re ready,” said Lucy as she vacated the spot at Jamal’s feet.
Nina, staring at the black stud’s crotch in perhaps the most lifeless manner of all, remained silent; every ounce of her attention squared at Jamal and his mammoth, jutting schlong.
Lucy grinned and rolled her eyes. “Nina…”
Finally, she got the contestant’s attention. “Hmm?”
Lucy gestured towards Jamal’s groin. “If you don’t want to suck it, I will.”
“No, no,” said Nina, practically skidding towards the black man’s rod on her knees. “I want to suck it.”
And suck it, she did. Nina gripped the thick pole with both hands, her dainty paws scarcely encircling its monstrous girth. She steered the crown between her lips and bobbed her pretty head, guiding her pouty pink lips steadily up and down the jet-black shaft, her soft, silken mits taking care of the rest.
“OK, so it appears that Nina here has opted for the softly, softly approach,” Lucy observed, relaying the competitor’s actions to the camera. “I’ve never been a fan of this method myself. I don’t think I have the patience for it. But a lot of women find it to be very effective. Let’s see how it pays off.”
By this stage, tents were pitching every which way across the studio; from the audience, to the crew and even Griffin himself, while those at home were dousing their dicks in lube as they readied themselves for masturbation marathons that would put a busload of teenage boys to shame.
Nina sucked slowly, methodically at Jamal’s pulsing wang, swallowing down inch after inch of its turgid black length and bathing it in spittle as she went. But as she edged nearer to the base, her smooth, effortless passes started to abate. Coughing and gagging noises began to escape her lips as she choked down his dong. Her eyes started to water, leaving dark trails of smeared mascara running down her cheeks. Nina gazed forward at the neatly-trimmed batch of wiry, afro-like pubes pluming at the base, glaring at the stretch of veiny dark meat that stood in her way.
The audience roared encouragement as she willed herself to the terminus; the brown-haired beauty pushing for the finish line with every ounce of her might. But it was all to no avail. Nina’s gag reflex fought against the invading black foe like the British Empire; her constricting throat working overtime to repel its ruthless advance. And with a few inches still to go, her mouth bottomed out; the actress’ stubborn gag reflex stopping her from ingesting another solitary centimetre. Despite her best efforts, Jamal’s penis ejected itself from her maw; thick ropes of sticky, wet spittle raining from the shaft as she released it from between her lips.
“And that is that, folks,” said Lucy, commentating from the sidelines as Nina coughed and wheezed and gasped for air. “A valiant effort, I’m sure you’ll agree. Choking down a big, fat cock like that is no day at the beach, believe me. Well done, Nina. Let’s see how you did.”
From seemingly out of thin air, Lucy produced a coiled up tape measure; the co-host squatting at Jamal’s feet and placing the end of the tape at the tip of his wang. A slick coat of spit stretched across a hearty span of his meat and Lucy unraveled the tape along his shaft for what felt like an eternity, finally stopping at the cease of the sheen.
“9.2 inches,” she declared, to a chorus of whoops from the dazzled audience. She grinned back at the remaining contestants. “There’s your benchmark, ladies. Not bad at all. How about a round of applause? Nina Dobrev, everyone!”
Nina wiped the spit from her mouth and waved at the cheering crowd as she rejoined her fellow contestants at the rear of the stage.
“Well, how about that, folks?” said Griffin, marching across the stage. “What a great start! Our next contestant is Miss Emma Stone. Emma…”
Emma Stone sauntered to the front of the stage, heels thudding on the cheap plywood floor.
“Now, Emma, we’ve got a lot of beautiful women in the studio this evening. Blondes, brunettes. As the sole redhead on tonight’s show, how does it feel to be flying the flag for all those gingers out there?”
“It feels great, Perv!” Emma beamed in response. “We gingers are an underrated bunch, and I truly believe that redheaded women are among the sexiest on the planet. And you know what these locks of red hair signify, don’t you, Perv?” she asked, running her fingers through her light auburn curls.
“No, Emma. What do they signify?”
“Fire! We redheads bring the heat to every situation. And that’s just what I’ll be doing tonight!”
“OK, well she talks a big game, huh, guys?” said Griffin, turning to address the audience. “Let’s see if she has the skills to back it up. Emma, take it away.”
Emma took long, purposeful strides towards Jamal; the tawny actress all business as she marched across the stage.
“You,” she said, pointing a manicured finger at him as she approached, “lay down.”
There were a few quizzical looks from the crowd and her fellow contestants.
“Hmm,” Lucy murmured with genuine intrigue. “What’s going on here, then?”
Jamal laid his bulky dark frame across the studio floor, his huge black cock standing tall like a thick flesh spire. He gazed upwards as Emma squatted over his supine form and set her ass down on his face.
“Ah, of course,” said Lucy. “The 69. Now, the 69 often gets overlooked as a deepthroating position, but let me tell you, guys, it can be a very fruitful one. The problem with it is, it’s hard to concentrate on the job at hand if there’s a guy’s tongue buried in your slizz. But, Emma here is a consummate professional and I’m sure she’ll be willing to forgo such delights for the good of the cau-”
“Come on!” barked a voice from off-screen, cutting Lucy off mid-sentence with expert comic timing. The camera cut to Emma as she straddled Jamal’s face; the redhead looking back at the dark-skinned stud as she smothered him with her ass. “Get that tongue in my pussy!”
“OK, maybe not,” said Lucy as the camera returned to her. “Well, who knows, maybe the pleasure derived from that long, thick tongue will spur her onto greater things. Never underestimate the power of the orgasm!”
Jamal peeled Emma’s g-string to the side, her vaginal lips already sticky with arousal. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at her slick pink cooze, making Emma moan as she fed his swollen dickhead between her lips. By now, audience and crew members alike were stroking their dicks unabashedly through the fabric of their pants; phalli of every length, girth and colour testing their various garments to their limits as they throbbed away beneath the sheer fabrics.
From here, a two-way oral assault quickly ensued as man and woman alike gobbled at each other’s genitals with equal skill and ferocity. On the bottom, Jamal had a firm grip on Emma’s ass; the young black hunk prizing apart her lilywhite butt cheeks with his long, dark fingers as he scoffed at her drooling twat.
While, on top, Emma had her arms wrapped around his meaty thighs, using them for leverage as she bobbed and dipped at his jutting groin, all manner of muffled coos and groans escaping her glossy pink lips as they roamed up and down his dong. Inches of veiny dark meat came and went; the redheaded actress seeing away Jamal’s monstrous length with consummate ease as she ate his dick for dinner.
But before long, just as Lucy had predicted, Jamal’s own ministrations began to take their toll. Indeed, the handsome black man had been lapping away at Emma’s twat with considerable gusto since minute one and now, after such a promising start, the actress’ performance was starting to suffer as a result.
Emma continued to choke down Jamal’s rod as best she could, but soon the young stud’s ceaseless tonguing at her dripping snatch was too much for the redhead to handle. Her body started to quiver; trembling from head to foot as his skilled tongue flicked at her pulsing bud, and with a hardy span of thick black meat left unconquered, the auburn starlet was forced to expel.
“AHHH!! FUCKKK!!!” she cried, Jamal’s dick dislodging in a sluice of slimy, wet spittle, a rapturous orgasm tearing through her system as he tongued her to ecstasy.
“Oh, dear,” said Lucy, looking genuinely sympathetic as she watched on from the sidelines. “I feared that may happen. Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying, huh? I applaud the attempt, Emma. Let’s see how you did, girl.”
Emma rose shakily to her feet as Lucy moved in to measure her progress.
“8.6,” she announced. “Hard luck, Emma. You didn’t manage to match Nina’s attempt, but you did have one heck of an orgasm. So, I think we know who the real winner is here! Let’s hear it for Emma Stone!”
The crowd whooped and applauded as Emma returned to her fellow contestants, still wobbling slightly from the force of her climax. From here, the girls were called up one by one- Vanessa Hudgens, Dove Cameron, Alison Brie- every one of the gorgeous celebs taking turns to suck down Jamal’s wang and achieving lengths that would put a brothel full of Amsterdam hookers to shame. 9.6. 10.3. 11.1. Each set of shiny pink lips seemed to glide further down Jamal’s pole and nearer to the finishing post than the last, while still falling short of that elusive white tape. All, that was, until the final contestant stepped up to the plate.
“Well, this has been one hell of a deepthroat competition, hasn’t it, folks?” asked Griffin, the host paying no mind to the raging erection snaking down his pant leg as he did his piece to camera.
The audience cheered in response.
“Well, it’s not over yet and we have one more A-list contestant yet to strut her stuff. Margot, it’s your time to shine.”
Margot Robbie marched to the front of the stage, catcalls and wolf-whistles ringing around the studio as she struck a number of model-worthy poses for the enraptured audience.
“Hi, Margot,” said Griffin, looking the blonde actress up and down in as lecherous a manner as everyone else. “Great to have you here, all the way from Australia.”
“Ooooh!” the audience cooed, murmuring with excitement at the mere mention of the exotic, far off land.
“Thanks, Perv,” Margot replied. “I’m a very proud Aussie and I’ll be representing my country to the best of my ability this evening.”
“Well, I’ll be expecting big things from you tonight, Margot. After all, going down under should be second nature for a born and bred Australian.” The audience laughed. “Over to you, Margot. Let’s see how you do it in the South Pacific.”
Margot crossed the stage and squatted before Jamal, gripping his dick at the base. She gaped her lips apart and fed his dong inside; the Aussie starlet clearly not intent on wasting any time as she sucked down half his length on the first pass.
“Ooh, look at that, folks,” said Lucy. “Straight in there! No messing around here. A girl after my own heart. That’s it, Margot. Make that dick yours, girl!”
That was an area in which Margot needed little encouragement. In fact, the blonde actress had already laid such an ardent claim to Jamal’s genitals that he should have had ‘Property of Margot Robbie’ tattooed across the shaft. Indeed, the Australian beauty was bobbing away Jamal’s groin like nobody’s business, sucking and slurping away at his coal-black wang like a woman possessed. Strands of silky golden hair swished across her tanned shoulders, endless trails of viscid, wet saliva trickling from his shaft and pooling between her stilettos as she chowed down on his rod.
By this stage, Jamal’s dick had been tended to by no fewer than eight A-list stars; each one hell bent on choking his girthy dark schlong right down to the hilt. None had managed it (yet), but how the young man had withstood such a ruthless campaign of non-stop oral assaults would have left the greatest minds the world has ever seen scratching their heads in bemusement all the same.
Inch after inch vanished between her lips; the fair-haired starlet sucking down his mammoth schlong like a child with a popsicle. By now Jamal’s stern resistance was starting to wane. His shaft throbbed against her tongue, his bulging brown head swelling further by the second as it tunnelled into her oral cavity, the wide open tip leaking its sticky goo in the furthest reaches of her maw.
Margot started to cough and splutter around the giant member pulsing away in her mouth, but she pushed on all the same; the blonde beauty willing herself to the finish line with persistence and determination that was second to none. The remaining contestants watched on in awe; the dumbstruck celebs muttering words of amazement as they watched the maestro at work.
“Damn!” exclaimed Victoria Justice. “Look at her go!”
“Girl ain’t playin’ around!” said Kelli Berglund.
“And I thought I could deepthroat!” added Alison Brie, gazing at Margot in bewilderment as she choked down Jamal’s wang.
Margot reached around and gripped his ass as she neared the home stretch, digging her well-kept nails into his muscular flesh as she went for the final plunge. Jamal’s cock was throbbing like an athlete’s ticker as the tip pushed past Magot’s tonsils, causing her chest to heave. Every fibre of her being was screaming for her to release the beast; to retract the girthy black snake before it slithered right down her chest. The Aussie actress had booked her spot in the second phase some time ago, and had choked down so much of Jamal’s rod that she’d probably won the round already. But as far as she was concerned, the job was not complete. She wouldn’t be satisfied until every inch had disappeared.
And the spectators seemed to echo the sentiment; the enraptured audience breaking out in a boisterous, studio-wide chant as Margot’s pouty pink lips drew ever near to Jamal’s pelvis.
“All the way! All the way!” some began to chant, others joining until the raucous rallying cry was chorused from wall to wall.
Lucy joined in, as did Griffin and most of the crew. Even some of the other contestants were chanting along with the rest, the gorgeous celebs paying little heed to the event’s competitive format as they spurred their supposed rival to the hilt. By now, Jamal was trembling like a leaf; his sinewy frame quaking violently as the A-list starlet swallowed his pulsing dong. A thick wad of creamy, off-white spunk was brewing in his balls, his swollen helmet pumping away in the darkest recesses of her gullet.
The crowd’s chant had the desired effect and with one final push, Margot’s plump set of glossed up prick pillows puckered at Jamal’s crotch, her nose burrowing into his neatly sheared pubic bush as every inch of his coal-dark wang lodged in her oral cavity. The feeling of Margot’s lips pressing against his groin tipped Jamal over the edge and he placed a hand at the back of her head; roaring like a Bengal tiger as he pumped a gooey load of rich, burning cum straight down her throat.
And once Jamal had shot his wad, men throughout the studio and across the globe were following suit. Dicks were going off like rockets from the Midwest to the Middle East, while those in the studio were firing semen misiles straight down their pant legs and ruining garments of every type, style and price tag along the way.
“UUUHHH!!!” cried Jamal, Margot chugging down his seed as it gushed from his dong like a burst water main; the copious wad filling her stomach almost to the brim by the time it finally ceased.
At first, the crowd was speechless; mouths agape across the enchanted audience, the studio so silent you could hear a pin drop. Then, they broke out in cheer; a thunderous roar that made tripods and light stands shake across the quaking studio. Jamal retracted, further drops of thick, gloopy nut dripping from his tip as he withdrew his giant dong, Margot gasping for air as he freed it from her esophagus.
“Strewth! She’s only gone and bloody well done it, mates!” Lucy exclaimed in her best attempt at an Australian accent; which in true American fashion was more a mixture of English and Irish, with a little South African thrown in for good measure. “No need to measure that one, huh? Looks like we’ve got our winner, Perv!”
“Sure does, Lucy,” Griffin agreed, making no attempt to cover the wet patch in the crotch of his pants, as his sticky ejaculate soaked into the expensive wool. “That’s right, guys. Our first round champ this evening is none other than Queensland’s finest. The Wonder From Down Under. Miss Margot Robbie!”
Margot rose to her feet as the crowd cheered, giving a grateful curtsy as they applauded her astonishing performance.
“Margot has won a cool $100,000 for her chosen charity and, more importantly, this highly coveted Stiff Competition medal.”
Lucy approached from the side of the stage, exchanging cheek kisses with the victorious blonde as she hung the medal around her neck. A glossy, cream-coloured brooch, that looked remarkably like a drop of semen, dangled between her breasts. Margot kissed the brooch and held it aloft like an Olympic gold, the crowd applauding her once more.
““We’ve seen some mighty fine cocksuckers here this evening,” Griffin went on. “Head bobbers so skilled they could give Riley Reid a run for her money. They’re all winners in my book. But as I said at the start of the show, only six of these ladies can advance to the second round and I’m afraid it’s Emma and Nina who will be leaving us at this early stage.”
The crowd groaned with disappointment.
“Hard luck, ladies. A valiant effort from you both, but I’m afraid you just came up that little bit short. But don’t worry, you won’t leave empty handed. Jamal here’s gonna escort you backstage to ensure that both you ladies leave with a smile on your face. Ladies and gentleman, Emma Stone and Nina Dobrev.”
The audience clapped and Jamal crossed the stage. His now half-hard cock swung between his thighs as he wrapped his arms around the two losing women, turning their frowns upside down as he led them to the side of the stage. The remaining contestants looked on with envy, some secretly wishing they’d been eliminated instead as the ultra-chiseled, monstrously hung man guided their bested opponents backstage.
“Well, I hope you enjoyed that, folks,” Griffin announced, addressing the nearest camera. “We’re gonna take a short break, but don’t go anywhere, ‘cause in just a moment our three winners- that’s Margot, Alison and Victoria- will be choosing their partners for the next round. What’s the next round, I hear you ask? Cock Sharing. That’s right, guys. Three lucky young men will each have two of these lovely ladies squatted at their feet when we return. But first, a word from our sponsor.”
End of Part 1
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