Blowjob Races: Ella Hunt (Ella Hunt)

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Disclaimer: This did not happen. Fantasy is legal.

Codes: MF, Oral

Blowjob Races: Ella Hunt

"You've got to be kidding me, Mark." Ella exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at her agent. His office, with its sleek, modern decor, suddenly felt stiflingly hot. The walls seemed to close in, and she felt like she was having an out-of-body experience on hearing the sheer ludicrousness of his proposal.

"Ella, I assure you, it's the real deal," Mark replied, his voice calm and measured. He slid a glossy brochure across the desk towards her. "Blowjob Races is the latest reality TV craze, and they're looking for celebrities to participate. It's for charity, darling. You'd be doing a good deed and boosting your profile at the same time."

"What kind of charity is this for?" she asked, her voiced raised in outrage.

"It's for a very worthwhile cause, Ella. Prostate cancer research," Mark replied, trying to placate her. "Look, I know it's a lot to take in, but it's a huge opportunity to raise your profile. Remember how popular Celebrity Titwank was? Well, this show could be even more popular."

Ella's hand trembled slightly as she picked up the brochure, flipping through the pages. It was filled with glossy photos of smiling, anonymous people, all dressed in flashy costumes. The Charity prize money, a colossal £4 million, was displayed in bold letters across the cover. Her initial shock was giving way to curiosity, and she couldn't help but consider the potential impact on her career. The exposure could be unparalleled.

Or it could ruin everything she had worked hard to build so far.

Ella's mind raced as she processed the proposal.

"I don't think I can do this, Mark." she said, her eyes never leaving the brochure, the glossy pages seeming to taunt her.

"Look, Ella, I know it's a big ask," he began, leaning back in his chair. "But think of the millions of lives you could help save. And let's not forget, the exposure would be massive for your career. This show is going to be huge. Plus, Bruce Foreskin is presenting it!"

Ella couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the mention of the legendary British comedian. "Mark, I'm an actress, not a... not a...," she struggled to find the right words. "Not a pornstar. I've never filmed myself doing anything sexual with anyone, even long-term partners!"

Mark leaned forward, his eyes earnest. "Ella, you're more than just an actress. You're a public figure with the power to make a difference here. And let's face it, in this industry, we all have to make sacrifices. And, remember, it's all for charity!"

"It's not something I can decide right now, Mark. I'd need to think about it for a little while." Ella's voice was firm, but she could feel the heat of Mark's stare, willing her to make a decision.

"Take your time, Ella. But don't take too long," he said with a thin smile. "Slots are filling up fast, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on this golden opportunity."

Ella left Mark's office feeling more conflicted than ever. As she stepped into the bustling London street, the cool autumn air did little to soothe her flushed cheeks. The thought of performing such an intimate act on national television was terrifying, but the charity aspect was something she couldn't easily ignore. That crazy Celebrity TItwank show had raised a lot of money for charity, and it had boosted the profile of all involved.

As she walked to the tube station, her mind was a maelstrom of thoughts. The noise of the city did little to distract her from the war raging inside her head. The £4 million prize could change the lives of so many people suffering from prostate cancer, and the potential boost to her career was undeniable. But...

Ella sighed, stepping into the crowded carriage and finding a seat. The proposal was so outlandish that it was almost surreal, and she laughed softly to herself at it. The thought of being on a show with Bruce Foreskin was both thrilling and terrifying. His comedic genius was legendary, and the idea of his wry commentary during her "performance" was both exciting and mortifying.

As the train rumbled through the tunnels, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander to the potential audience. The idea of millions of people watching her give oral sex was stomach-churning, but the thought of winning, of being the one to bring home the charity jackpot, was exhilarating. Her heart raced just thinking about it.

The more she thought about it, the more she thought she could.

She picked up her phone and texted her agent.

"I'm in Mark."

The words caused goosebumps on her arms as soon as they left her fingertips. She had made her decision, and there was no going back. Mark responded almost immediately.

"Fantastic, Ella! You're going to be the star of the show!" His text was filled with more emojis than she had ever seen from him before.

Ella took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She had agreed to do the show, and now the reality of what she had signed up for was setting in. The next few days were a blur of contracts, wardrobe fittings, and awkward meetings with the show's production team. They were all so matter-of-fact about the whole ordeal, as if asking a celebrity to perform oral sex on national TV was the most normal, natural thing in the world.

Ella also got to meet Bruce Foreskin, the show's charismatic host, for the first time at the network's office. He was elderly, tall and lanky, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye that made her both laugh and cringe simultaneously. He had a way of making the most inappropriate comments seem charming, and she found herself blushing under his intense gaze.

Of course, the show had become a national sensation, with the tabloids speculating wildly about which celebrity would take part each week. Ella's name remained a tightly guarded secret until the day of filming. Tension hung in the air, as she stepped onto the soundstage, the vibrant lights casting dramatic shadows across her face. She was dressed in a short robe that left little to the imagination, with just a bra and panties on underneath. The set was a bizarre mix of glitz and tackiness, and she could hear the audience starting to buzz as the stand-up-comedian sent out to "warm" them up went through his routine.

When he had finished, the lights went down, the music hit, and Bruce Foreskin almost charged out onto the set, a blur of multi-coloured sequin dinner jacket and gaudy red bow tie.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" he boomed into the microphone, his voice echoing through the speakers. "Welcome to the first ever episode of Blowjob Races! The show where your favourite celebrities get to swallow sausages for a good cause!" The audience laughed and cheered, their enthusiasm evident from their whoops and hollers.

"So, as you can see, we have a giant stop clock here on the stage, the purpose of which is to time how long it takes our celebrity to make their partner...explode with happiness!" Bruce boomed, holding his arms wide as the audience roared with laughter.

"Over the course of the next twelve weeks, we will have numerous celebrities battle it out with each other, noshing on knobs, with the winner being the lady who can make their partner finish the quickest!" he continued, the crowd's excitement growing.

"The prize for the winner is a £4 million donation to Prostate Cancer awareness, so this isn't just about getting your rocks off, ladies and gents," Bruce announced, his tone playful but with an underlying seriousness that brought the room to a respectful silence. "And now, without further ado, let's welcome our first contestants! First, we'll start with the lucky bloke who will be getting his willy washed!"

He was a slightly overweight man in his mid-forties with a balding head and a thick mustache. His eyes gleamed with excitement as he took his place beside Bruce Foreskin. He was wearing only a robe to hide his nudity.

"I have to give HIM a blowjob?" Ella whispered to Mark, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at the man.

"You know the deal, Ella," Mark said, patting her on the back reassuringly. "It's all in the name of charity. Besides, I don't think he'll last very long, once he sees you."

"Well, lucky sir, what is your name." Bruce Foreskin asked the man, leaning down with a mock bow.

"John," the man replied, his voice trembling with excitement.

"And John, where are you from?" Bruce asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence.

"I'm from Bristol," John replied, his cheeks reddening under the hot stage lights.

"Ah, Bristol, the cultural capital of the West Country!" Bruce quipped, drawing more laughter from the audience. "And what do you do for a living, John?"

"I'm an accountant," John replied, his voice slightly more steady now.

"A bean counter? Well, John, you're about to get the most thrilling audit of your life!" Bruce quipped, sending the audience into another round of applause and laughter.

"Well John from Bristol, if you stand over there like a good chap, I'll introduce you to your celebrity partner." Bruce Foreskin announced, "She is the lovely star of such films and TV Shows such as Anna and the Apocalypse, Dickinson, and Horizon: An American Saga...please welcome the lovely, English Rose...ELLA HUNT!"

The audience erupted into cheers as Ella stepped out from behind the curtain, trying to keep her cool. She was used to performing in front of crowds, but this was entirely different. She gave a nervous wave, her heart hammering in her chest, as she walked over to Bruce.

"Ella, lovely Ella, how are you today." Bruce Foreskin asked her with a wink.

"Nervous," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “But ready to do this for charity.”

"And you have been filming in Utah recently. How has that been?" Bruce Foreskin continued, his banter easing the tension slightly.

"It's been quite the adventure," Ella managed to reply with a smile, her voice echoing in the vast space.

"Not as much of an adventure as this, I should say!" Bruce quipped, his mischievous grin spreading wide. The audience's laughter filled the air. "So, what do you think your approach to this will be tonight?"

Ella took a deep breath, her nerves jangling. "Well, I've always believed in giving one hundred percent to everything I do," she replied, trying to keep her tone light. "No matter how unusual the task may be. And since this is for charity, I really want to be the one to win."

Bruce chuckled. "There she is! A philanthropist with a mouth of gold!" Bruce quipped, as he introduced them to each other. "Now, Ella, this is John. John, this is Ella. I'm sure you both know what to do, but let's go over the rules again, shall we?"

"The timer here will start after a ten-second countdown, which I'm sure the audience will help with. Ella, you may only ATTEND to John once you hear the buzzer. The clock starts from the moment the buzzer...buzzes. If you touch him before the buzzer...buzzes...you will be disqualified. The clock stops when John...when John the Accountant gives you what most accountants never give you, which is a deposit!"

The crowd roared with laughter as Ella and John took their positions. She slipped her robe off her shoulders, revealing her willowy figure, clad in a pair of black lace lingerie that drew an audible gasp from John that she heard even over the crowd’s cheers and wolf whistles. The stage lights felt like a spotlight on her soul as she kneeled before John, her heart racing like it was about to burst from her chest. John untied his robe, revealing his flabby nakedness to the world. His cock stood at attention, and she had to admit, it was bigger than she had expected. She looked up at him, his eyes were alight with excitement, and she realised that for him at least, this was a moment he had probably been dreaming about his entire life.

The countdown began. "Ten... nine... eight..." The anticipation grew with each second, the audience chanting along with Bruce Foreskin. "Five... four... three... two... one!" The buzzer went off, and the crowd cheered. Ella took a deep breath and leaned in, wrapping her lips around the tip of John's cock, sliding her tongue gently underneath his foreskin. He groaned, and she felt his body quiver slightly.

Her hands began to gently caress John's thighs as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her eyes never leaving his, licking and kissing it like a lover. She could see the excitement in his gaze, the thrill of having a celebrity perform such an intimate act on him. The pressure of the situation was intense, but she focused on the prize and the cause. She moved to the head of his cock, her tongue probing the crown for that sweet spot she knew every man had. John gasped as Ella found it, and she flicked her tongue in circles around the nerve endings, causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. Her technique was slow and sensual, building his arousal like a crescendo.

As Ella sucked and licked the head of his cock, she cupped his balls with one hand and started to massage them gently, feeling them tighten in her palm. John threw his head back and groaned, a low, loud moan that grew louder as she sucked hard on the head of his cock, her tongue lashing the underside.

“Oh Ella, suck my balls too…” John groaned, in ecstasy from her ministrations.

Ella released the head of his cock with a soft pop and, descending to his balls, slid her mouth down to his testicles, giving one a soft suck. The salty taste filled her mouth, and she felt the weight of his testicle as she applied gentle pressure. She licked and sucked on his balls as she continued to pump his cock with her hand. She rolled each of them around her mouth with gentle pressure, her tongue playing with the sensitive skin behind them.

"Look at that technique!" Bruce Foreskin exclaimed, his voice booming over the cheers of the audience as Ella went to work on John's cock. The cameramen zoomed in, capturing every bob of her head, every glisten of her saliva, every slurp and suck as she fellated him. The sound of her wet, eager mouth slurping on John’s scrotum filled the soundstage.

Ella kissed and licked up his shaft, moving to the head of John's cock, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him back into her mouth, deep and slow. Her eyes flicked up to the giant digital clock on the wall. The first few minutes felt like hours, but she remained focused, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. John groaned and reached down to grope her breasts, his excitement growing. Ella reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, her pert breasts bouncing as she took him deeper. All inhibitions were gone now; it was just her, John, and the clock. The crowd's cheers grew louder, and she could feel the vibration of the floorboards beneath her knees.

Bruce Foreskin danced around them, delivering witty commentary that had the audience in stitches. "Look at that, folks! Ella's giving it the full-service treatment! And John, bless him, he's trying to keep his wits about him, but I think he's about to lose the plot!"

Ella's mouth worked tirelessly on John's cock, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. She was acutely aware of the cameras zooming in on her, capturing every intimate moment. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot just under the tip, feeling John's body tighten in response. That was the spot there, she knew it.

"Oh fuck, Ella...." he moaned, fondling her breasts "So fucking good."

Ella took the words as encouragement, picking up her pace and adding a little extra suction, as she sucked and licked hard on the head, slashing at it with her tongue.

"Yes, Ella! Yes!" John's voice grew more desperate, and Ella felt his legs shaking. She knew he was close, and she glanced over at the clock. Breaking the six minute barrier was so near she could almost taste it, just like the salty tang of John's pre-cum. She cupped his balls with one hand, gently squeezing them as she continued her relentless assault on his cock with her mouth.

"Give it to me, John." she begged, her voice muffled by his cock. "Give me your spunk."

The crowd's chant grew louder, echoing through the soundstage like a primitive war cry. Ella's heart raced, as. she felt John's cock pulse in her mouth, and she knew she had him. She took his cock out of her mouth and started jerking it off, aiming at her face.

"Give me it now, I need it." she hissed, her eyes locked with John's.

John's body tensed, and with a roar of release, he came all over her face, his semen spurting in thick ropes. The audience erupted in cheers and applause, drowning out the sound of the buzzer that had just gone off.

"What a performance!" Bruce Foreskin announced, his voice barely heard over the din. Ella sat back on her heels, her face a sticky mess, but a triumphant smile spreading across her delicate features. She had done it. The clock had stopped at 5 minutes and 43 seconds, a hell of a start to the competition.

Bruce Foreskin was the first one to rush over to Ella, a towel in hand. He gently wiped her face as the audience continued to cheer and the cameramen zoomed in for close-ups of her victory. Despite the sticky mess, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory surge through her body.

"Ella, Ella, Ella...what a fantastic performance!" Bruce Foreskin gushed, his eyes gleaming as he offered her the towel to wipe her face clean. She took it gratefully, her heart still racing from the intense ordeal.

"And just 5 minutes and 43 seconds as well! Did you ever think you'd get it done that quick, Ella?" Bruce Foreskin quipped, his voice booming through the soundstage.

"I... I didn't know what to expect," Ella replied breathlessly, wiping her face with the towel. "But I'm so happy to break the six-minute barrier!"

"Well that is a wonderful time that I think will be very hard to beat!" Bruce said, patting John on the back, who looked like he'd just been hit by a truck. "And John how are you feeling right now?"

John was still panting, trying to get his breath back "Fucking... amazing," he managed to get out, a goofy smile on his face.

"Thankfully, we are after the watershed, so we won't have to censor that, but I think we can all appreciate John's sincerity." Bruce quipped, chuckling at the stunned expression on John's face. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, Ella. Ladies and gentlemen, don't go anywhere! We've got more thrilling races coming up, right after this break!"

With that, the lights went down, and Bruce Foreskin guided both John and Ella offstage.