2 comments/ 58548 views/ 3 favorites Game Show By: WFEATHER I returned home from work to find My slave kneeling just inside the doorway, wearing only her favorite collar with the cascading chains brushing her breasts as she moved. It was always a wonderful way to return from a long day at work, or particularly from the occasional business trip. But this day, I could tell, was special. Her smile announced a surprise. I closed the door, set aside My jacket and briefcase, and stepped up to her. Without needing to be commanded, she freed My already-growing erection and proceeded to go down on Me. As I eventually emptied Myself upon her face and in her hair, I admitted to Myself that she had just given Me the best blowjob in the nearly six years that she had been in service to Me. "You will wear Me throughout the evening," I instructed her as I redressed Myself, then walked away. As W/we had decided that morning, I grilled steaks for us that night while she prepared margaritas and salad. As W/we ate at the picnic table in the back yard, I finally had to ask, "Why are you smiling so much, slave?" "The videotape arrived today, Master!" "Which one?" I asked. "W/we've won several on eBay recently." "This is the one called 'Game,' Master, the one from Japan." That instantly caught My attention. "Then the work I bought home will need to wait until tomorrow night," I informed her with a smile and a wink. "I would rather not work tonight anyhow!" After dinner, she washed the dishes as I checked My e-mail. Besides the usual spam, I had received an e-mail from a longtime friend and accomplished Mistress, announcing that She and Her slave would like to come visit in three weeks, coinciding with My planned five-day weekend to use some of My vacation time. "Everything is ready, Master." I looked up from the computer to see her leaning against the door to the den, holding her ample breasts as if to offer them to Me. She of course knew that those wonderful orbs were Mine for the taking at any time and in any place, but she still apparently liked to "offer" them to Me, perhaps to maintain some semblance of control over the use of her body. "Come." She approached slowly, still holding and gently squeezing her breasts. When she finally stood beside My chair, I wrapped My arms around her waist and pulled her closer, My lips closing around her right nipple. I gently suckled for several minutes, knowing how much she relished this act - both for the sensations it created within her, and for the symbolism that one day would certainly become reality for U/us. At last, I withdrew from her sweet chest. "Let's go watch," I suggested, looking up to see her eyes closed, her facial expression one of rapture from the sensations I had caused within her. But she quickly returned to the present moment, and W/we made O/our way to the living room hand-in-hand. Once settled on the sofa with the lights out and the curtains closed, the day's final rays of sunlight were unable to penetrate O/our happy abode. She turned on the videotape, set the remote control on the coffee table, and snuggled into Me, her hand on My thigh. For some time, W/we had heard about a series of Japanese "game shows," ones which would never be shown on television. These "game shows" all awarded money and prizes to the contestants who could successfully complete the tasks assigned to them. "Complete" was the key word, as these "game shows" were all extremely sexual. This one was fortunately subtitled in English, although the subtitles were often misspelled and had noticeable grammar mistakes. However, it was clear what was to be expected. After a long overview of previous episodes, the rules for Episode 36 were given: 1.) The contestants would both begin naked, standing, facing opposite corners of a large empty warehouse, each blindfolded and bound with the wrists lashed together with rope. 2.) Once the initial bell sounded, the young couple would have exactly one hour to somehow find each other and engage in sexual activity. Both participants needed to climax at least once before the final bell rang in order to win. 3.) The prizes for successful completion: 100,000¥ and a weekend trip to a little-known, secluded, private hot spring resort. Next came a brief interview with the couple as they held each other, clearly in love. His name was Kenji, and he was about to begin his third year at an unnamed university; her name was Miyuki, and she had recently finished high school and was hoping to become an AV actress - which could have been the explanation for her appearance in a stereotypical Japanese schoolgirl uniform (conjuring up images of Tsukino Usagi, A-ko, and countless other schoolgirls in anime). At the end of the interview, they kissed and fondled each other for a few moments, providing a nice, romantic warm-up for what was to soon come. On the screen, the kissing and fondling evolved to kissing and undressing; on the sofa, I gently squeezed My willing slave's breast. She looked up at Me, a satisfied smile on her face, before W/we kissed briefly. Returning O/our attention to the screen, W/we watched as Kenji's hand slipped up underneath Miyuki's blue skirt, listened to her nearly-silent sigh as he gently stroked her through her "innocent" white cotton panties. Kenji suddenly sat back on the sofa, no longer touching his girlfriend. "Just a tease," he said (according to the subtitles), smiling as he looked directly at the camera. Fade to black. Several seconds later, there was a wide shot from a ceiling camera, showing virtually the entire warehouse floor. Already nude, Kenji stood facing a corner of the massive area, blindfolded, with his wrists bound with rough brown rope, his genitals digitally obscured in traditional Japanese fashion. Then another camera showed Miyuki in the opposite corner, also nude, blindfolded, with rough brown rope also lashed about her wrists. The camera lingered upon her from behind, zooming in to her feet and slowly moving up her body as if to gently caress her; almost certainly, from this type of shot, everyone working "behind the camera" was male. The one difference from her appearance in the interview was that Miyuki had smartly tied her hair into a ponytail, so that it would not really be in the way as the "game show" progressed. A countdown timer appeared in the top-right corner of the screen, then the initial bell sounded. The young participants immediately began calling out to each other to get their bearings, then Miyuki slowly descended to her knees. Carefully, she turned around to face her unseen partner, her crotch also digitally obscured. "Her tits look delicious, Sir" My slave commented. I gave a soft laugh, reaching up to fondle her own chest with both hands. "Please don't stop, Master," she requested softly, sliding over to sit on My lap, My hands invariably brushing the numerous thin chains dangling from her collar. The participants on the screen called out to each other with less frequency, but they used very different tactics to reach each other. While Miyuki slowly shuffled forward on her knees, Kenji now lay on the floor and slowly rolled toward the center of the warehouse. It was almost a contrast between Miyuki being dignified and reserved, while Kenji was more brash and ready to throw himself into any situation. Or, perhaps, I was just reading too much into the "game show." By the time the young couple found each other, more than ten minutes had already elapsed. Miyuki's lower thighs brushed Kenji's arm, and they both suddenly stopped. They spoke quietly - too quietly for the microphones to pick up their conversation - then Miyuki essentially fell forward onto her boyfriend, unable to protect herself from the fall and obviously hoping that she fell on him and not on the hard stone floor. Her fall was perfectly placed, her head just inches away from Kenji's groin. She slowly squirmed forward, most of her body laying on the hard stone floor, and finally was able to wrap her lips around him as he lay with his arms pinned beneath him. "How do you think they will complete their mission?" I asked My loving slave, manipulating her breasts somewhat roughly as she pressed back into My hardening erection. "i would assume they'll fuck, Mater," she replied, her hands now covering Mine and causing Me to squeeze even harder. "After all, how else could they stay within the rules? Miyuki just needs to get him as hard as possible so she can eventually slide down on him and ride him." "But wouldn't that be rough on him?" I countered. "He's laying on his forearms. That hurts after a while with vigorous activity... after all, you should know that from experience." I could almost hear My slave blush in knowing response. As Kenji sighed happily from Miyuki's mouthwork, My slave was silent, still considering My last comment as I continued roughly kneading her bare breasts. On a whim, I pinched her nipples, slowly increasing the pressure as she squirmed against Me, only releasing the twin points several seconds after she had finally yelped in pain. W/we watched with rapt attention as Miyuki lifted her head, breathing deeply, her facial expression one of intense concentration. Then her head descended again, her lipwork unfortunately obscured by the digital censor. Rarely did the camera show Kenji's face; it mostly focused upon Miyuki's diligent work, occasionally panning along her body - interestingly, her hands fidgeted behind her back, which drew a soft comment of surprise from My slave. Miyuki took several breaks, but kept diligently working, and I noticed the countdown timer ticking away. I wondered just why she was continuing to suck her boyfriend as the timer came down to twenty-five minutes. Finally, Kenji began to gasp loudly. He thrust his hips upward, maximizing the amount of space he could occupy within Miyuki's small mouth. "He must really be enjoying that," I commented. Not more than ten seconds later, Kenji emitted a loud, long groan just as Miyuki lifted her head once more, receiving several volleys of her boyfriend's milky white essence across her face. "She took that quite well, Sir," My sweet slave commented. "Much like you," I replied before kissing her cheek and finally slipping a hand between her legs to find her already rather moist. Shortly, Miyuki rolled to her back on the floor. Somehow, the blindfold was the perfect touch, making her seem innocent despite the streaks of white on her face and in her hair. For a moment, My mind's eye superimposed My slave's head on Miyuki's body, providing a nice image of My perpetually-horny girlfriend, blindfolded and splattered beautifully with My love. "On the floor," I commanded, "on hands and knees." As Kenji slowly tried to make his way into a position between Miyuki's legs, My slave slid off Me and took up the required position on the floor, facing the television, as I stood and began to undress. I deliberately took My time, and when I was finally completely nude, Kenji lay between Miyuki's spread legs, gently tonguing her feminine folds behind the digital censor. After preparing Myself with a few slow strokes along her womanhood, I gently made My way inside My slave's body, her whimper the absolute equal of the one coming from Miyuki. Once fully sheathed inside her warm wet passage, I stopped, allowing U/us B/both to savor the intimate connection as the on-screen licking continued. Eventually, I began to move slowly, deliberately, reaching underneath My obedient slave to gently play with her clitoris. As the time remaining in the "game" continued to quickly tick away without the couple on-screen making any obvious attempts at preparing to engage in intercourse, W/we watched attentively even as W/we slowly made love. The camera seemed to not know what to show next. The shots shifted continually between Kenji's busy mouth and Miyuki's pleasure-filled expression, with occasional shots of her breasts quivering slightly as her body gently moved against the lips and tongue working diligently between her legs. Her squeals of delight grew louder and louder as the minutes ticked quickly away, and she began to say several near-unintelligible phrases repeatedly, and none of them were translated in the subtitles. Meanwhile, I began to plunge into My slave's body more vigorously, grunting softly from the effort and causing her to squeal as well. It almost sounded like Miyuki and My beautiful slave were engaging in their own private conversation in a universal, inhuman language. I suddenly grabbed My slave by the chest and hauled her torso up against My chest. she reached back and hooked her hands behind My neck, grunting with effort and squealing with pleasure as O/our lovemaking became more frenzied, more desperate, the sounds of O/our bodies' repeated collisions filling the room and the pungent scent of O/our combined arousal unmistakable. No longer was My attention on the screen; with My eyes closed, all I could think about was My slave, my girlfriend, how wonderful it felt to be milked by her quivering muscles as orgasm washed over first her, then Me, O/our combined mating call loud and long. By the time I could return My attention to the screen, the camera had zoomed in on Kenji's face, showing how it was practically dripping from his efforts. He wore nothing but a big grin. The timer in the corner of the screen showed thirty-seven seconds remained in the "game." The subtitles displayed just one word: "Winners!" "So that was their trick," I said softly, finally realizing what they had done to win. "But they didn't actually fuck," My slave noted aloud. "How could they win?" "Oral sex fulfills the 'sexual activity' requirement," I replied, "and they obviously both enjoyed a good cum." W/we continued to watch as Kenji slowly slithered his way up Miyuki's body, causing her to visibly wince as his added weight really pained her tied wrists underneath her. Yet, she did not complain. Instead, when his lips finally met hers, she practically attacked him, to the applause of those "behind the camera." Shortly afterward, My slave sat in My lap in the den as W/we returned to eBay, to post some very positive feedback for the seller and to see if other videotapes in the "game show" series were being offered. Game Show The summer after our first year of university, my girlfriend and I took a trip into the city for a week. In a park, we encountered two promoters of a new television show who asked us whether we'd be interested in being in the studio audience. The promoters, a guy and a girl who were a couple of years older than us, explained that it would be a late night sex-oriented game show that would push some boundaries. The game show would air on a new cable station aimed at the college market. Since we didn't have any plans for that evening, we said we would be totally interested in going. The girl, a bubbly redhead, told us we would have lots of fun as she wrote our names down on her clipboard and handed us two glossy tickets for the show. My girlfriend's name is Tara. We were staying at her older sister's apartment. As we got ready, Tara asked if what she was wearing would be "dressed up" enough for the show. Tara is a 5'7'' brunette with blue eyes and is the absolute girl-next-door type. Her wavy hair comes to just above her breasts which are big for her nineteen year old firm body. We'd been dating for about half a year at this point in our relationship. During that time, I'd learned that she was as smart as she is sexy. Tara was majoring in business administration and was at the top of her class. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a pair of tight dark blue jeans with a slight flair and a silk charmeuse top showing just the right amount of cleavage. "You look hot," I said. Looking up as she did up the straps of her high-heeled sandals, she asked, "Are you sure it's not too casual?" "We're only in the audience," I reminded her. Tara responded hopefully, "We might get seen in the background." As she looked through her handbag for money for the taxi, I admired her perfectly shaped ass and the expanse of skin above her low-rise jeans. We found the address printed on the tickets. The show was being taped in a converted industrial building tucked away from the downtown area. There was already a line for the show out onto the street and we took our place at the back. I spotted the cute redhead who had given us the tickets earlier that day standing with a couple of the other employees. She glanced over at that moment too and, seeing us, she came over. "I'm glad you guys could make it to the show," she said as she gave both of us hugs. She asked us some more questions about ourselves and after making small talk for a few minutes, she told us that we had "great personalities" and hoped we might get a chance to participate in the show. The line started moving and she motioned that she needed to get back to work. The show was in a large studio with bleachers for the audience. The set was very simple and modern and consisted of a shiny white floor and back wall. Immediately in front of us were television cameras, sound booms, and the lighting equipment. The crew rushed around and completely ignored us. A lot of people had joined the line behind us and we ended up with seats in the second row of the bleachers. I looked around and guessed that there were probably over a hundred people in the audience. The audience was mostly made up of people in their twenties but I noticed a few older people too. A comedian warmed us up. He made a lot of sexual jokes and I was beginning to see this was not going to be a family show. The lights went dark and rap music played as the show began. Two hosts walked onto the stage and welcomed us to the show. The man introduced himself as Ronald Holiday and the woman introduced herself as Heidi Klippgen. Ronald had slicked back hair and talked with a wide grin. Tara whispered in my ear that he seemed really greasy. Heidi had model looks and height and had at least three inches on Ronald. She had a slight European accent and there was something about her that was incredibly sexy. The two hosts began to call out the names of the contestants. I couldn't believe it when I heard Tara and my name called out. Still in disbelief, I heard Tara say "Come on, let's go." My heart was pounding as we made our way up onto the stage. There were four other couples who were also called up to the front. The hosts introduced each of us to the audience. There was Whitney and Andrew, Brit and Dave, Julie and Chad, and Nina and Jon. All of the girls were dressed differently. Obviously an extrovert, Whitney had bleach blonde hair and the tightest little tanned body. She was wearing a jean skirt barely covering her crotch and a tiny golf shirt. Brit, another blonde who was a bit curvier, was wearing tall black boots, a pleated wool miniskirt, and a yellow blouse. Julie, a haughty Asian chick with long bangs swept to the side of her face, was wearing a little black dress with a plunging neckline. Nina, a tall Italian-looking girl with long curly dark hair, was wearing a dressy tube top with form fitting black dress pants. "Our contestants must make it through three challenges for a chance to win one hundred thousand dollars in cash," Ronald announced. The female host kicked off the first challenge. "I am going to make all of the boys kiss me in my kissing booth," she said seductively. "That's right," Ronald added, "Heidi's going to rate each of these dude's kissing abilities. The winner of this round will win an additional fifty thousand dollars if they win the final round." A stage prop reading "Kissing Booth" was lowered from the ceiling just above Heidi's head. She called my name first. My penis grew stiff as I walked across the stage towards her. She was gorgeous, probably around thirty, and with a face that had the symmetry of a fashion magazine model. She was impeccably dressed in a black business suit with a pencil skirt running just above the knees. I hesitated for a moment as I stared directly into her into her big blue eyes. "Don't be shy," she said flirtatiously. My hand automatically went to her lower back as I began to kiss her. A "whew" sound went up from the females in the audience. Our mouths slowly moved apart in unison and our tongues met. I broke it off just as she seemed to be getting more into it and I wondered if I should have kept going further. "Well done," she said to me warmly. When I walked back to where all the contestants were standing, I sheepishly looked over at Tara. To my surprise, she did not look angry and from her cocked eyebrows it seemed like she was only a little bit miffed. In fact, I even detected a hint of amusement on her face. She called up Chad next. He was Asian but not the geeky kind of Asian. However, when it came to the kiss, the dude was a complete mess. He was visibly nervous and missed her mouth on the first try before clumsily putting his tongue down her throat. After Chad retreated, she asked for Dave. Dave started off slowly, kissing her forehead and neck before moving in towards her mouth. He squeezed her ass when he was done. Jon was next. He was by far the most aggressive. Like Dave, he went down as if to kiss her neck but instead went lower and kissed the top of her breast where her shirt parted. It almost looked like he was trying to give her a hickey. Heidi grabbed his hair and pulled him up before he left a mark on her skin. Jon then open mouth kissed her. He kept going for such a long time that she had to push him away forcefully with both of her arms. Despite being rejected at the end, he grinned at the audience. I looked over at his girlfriend, Nina, to see if she was upset. She rolled her eyes and faked jealousy. Maybe she was used to her boyfriend's lewd behavior. Finally, she called Andrew's name. Andrew was built like a football player and in a big show he reached behind her legs and picked her up in his arms. It was such a quick motion that Heidi gasped as she was lifted her up. "Pucker up," he joked in a deep voice before kissing her. Heidi responded to his kiss more than any of the other guys and it was clear that he was the winner. He put her back on her feet. She immediately pressed down her skirt as it had ridden up her thighs. She stepped back into her heels and took a second to compose herself. "Well," she cleared her throat, "Andrew is our winner -- he certainly knows how to sweep a girl off her feet!" She then mentioned that I was the runner-up in the challenge and said that I had made her "toes tingle". She winked at me after she said that and I was pretty happy that I'd managed to place in the top two. Speaking into his microphone, Ronald congratulated Andrew, "You have won fifty thousand dollars, but only if, and here's the kicker, you win the third and final challenge for one hundred thousand dollars. Good luck." He then turned to the audience, "Coming up, these young men's sexual knowledge will be tested. But first, stay tuned for the following messages." The lighting changed and there was a flurry of activity around us as the crew pushed five podiums onto the stage. We were directed to stand behind each with our girlfriends at our sides. I guessed correctly that the next challenge would be something like a quiz show. During the break, one of the producers came over and told us that the next part would be a bit more risqué and gave us a pep talk about being up for the challenge. I wondered what he meant. "Welcome back," Ronald said to the camera, "our next challenge involves stripping." "Yes," Heidi continued, "the men will be asked a series of questions about sex, if they get the answer right, their partner must remove an item of clothing, if she can get naked before the last question, she will proceed to the final round and they will have a chance to win one hundred thousand dollars." When Heidi said "naked", some of the girls' mouths literally dropped open. However, no one moved or ran off the show. I looked over at Tara's reaction but I could not tell what she was feeling. My heart was racing. I was pretty excited at the chance to see all of these girls naked but was not excited about Tara having to take off her clothes. I'm a very jealous guy and wasn't sure how I felt about other guys seeing her nude. Ronald asked the first question, "True or false: does using condoms for vaginal or anal intercourse reduce the risk of transmitting HIV by 10,000 times." Probably true I thought to myself. There was a blue marker on the podium and I wrote in big block letters "TRUE". "Please hold up your cards," Heidi instructed. We all held up the first card. The podiums were arranged in a semi circle and Tara and I were in the middle so I was able to see all of the cards. We had all answered the same. "You are all correct," Heidi said with a smile. "You may all remove an item of clothing and place it in the glass bucket at the center of the stage." They started to play cheesy stripper music and the audience cheered loudly. The five girls went for taking off their shoes first. "Both shoes count as one item of clothing," called out Heidi. Seeing all five girls bending over in some pretty sexy outfits to take off their shoes got me totally hard. Whitney simply had to kick off her thong sandals and was the first to scoop them up and put them in the bucket. Julie, Nina, and Tara had to wiggle around a bit to untie the straps of their high heels. Brit had the most trouble unzipping and pulling off her tall leather boots. I had to chuckle to myself at how the girls tried to remain modest as they took off their shoes considering that they could be naked very soon. The girls in short skirts struggled to keep their legs together and Julie held her arm across her chest so that her breasts wouldn't fall out of the front of her dress. After putting their shoes in the bucket, the girls returned to their positions barefoot. Heidi read the next question, "Name two types of contraception." I wrote down condoms and birth control pills on the next card. When we held up our answers, all of the guys had managed to come up with two forms of birth control except for Chad who had only written "condoms". I wondered if he had intentionally flubbed the answer. His girlfriend was wearing a dress and clearly did not have a bra on underneath. "Bad strategy," I thought to myself, "you're supposed to be getting her naked to win the show." All of the other girls had to remove an item of clothing. I mostly kept my eyes on Tara but I could see all of the other girls in my peripheral vision. Julie was on my immediate right, Brit farther on my right, Whitney on my left, and Nina at the end on my left. Tara and Whitney were the first to pull off their tops. Tara had on a lacy pink bra and I suddenly felt very proud of her bust line compared to the other girls. She was blessed with perfectly proportioned breasts which nicely fill a C cup bra. Whitney revealed a turquoise push-up bra which gave her teenage breasts a lot of cleavage. She was beautifully bronzed and there was not even a hint of tan line on her skin around the edges of her bra. I looked forward to finding out if she tanned topless. Brit had a lot of buttons to undo on her blouse. This gave Nina enough time to work up the courage to pull her top down. Since it was a tube top, she simply wiggled it down over her waist and stepped out of it. I noticed for the first time the glint of a silver pendant with a cross around her neck and wondered if a Catholic upbringing was making her a little hesitant to take off her clothes. She had on a white strapless bra that contrasted nicely against her olive skin. Brit's blouse had not hidden the fact that she had huge knockers so the bigger surprise came once she took off her shirt and we could see that the rest of her body was trim. Her bra could hardly contain her breasts and the bottoms of her mounds peeked out from below each cup. Heidi asked, "Question: True or False -- having sex right after a girl's period is safe and prevents pregnancy." These questions were not exactly difficult and I scribbled down "FALSE". "Yes, that's right, all of you," Heidi smiled as we held up our cards, "The answer is false as ovulation can take place around the time of the period. Also, sperm can live in the woman's body up to seven days." The girls now had to take off their bottoms or their bras. Whitney unzipped the front of her jean skirt and let it fall down her legs. Underneath were turquoise Brazilian-cut panties matching her bra. I was impressed that she color coordinated beneath her clothes. Brit undid the back of her short skirt and let it drop as well. She was wearing black boyshorts which also matched her bra. Tara pulled her jeans down her legs revealing her cotton thong with the little pink and orange stripes. With a lot of reluctance, Nina reached for her zipper and slid her pants down her long legs. She had on a black v-string. The front was a mesh material and you could see the faint outline of her pussy lips. It was then that I remembered that Julie now had to take something off too and the first bit of real nudity would happen. Julie was near hysterical. She covered her mouth and kept shaking her head "no". The roar from the audience must have got the better of her because she finally relented and her hands fell to her hemline. She slowly lifted her dress up, showing us her tiny thong, and up past her pierced and jewelry encrusted bellybutton. She had one arm clutched across her chest and for the final bit tried to pull her dress over her head really quick so that she could keep her breasts covered. Unfortunately for her, the dress caught on her long black hair. In all of her thrashing about to get it over her head, she showed all of us her small Asian breasts and brown nipples a couple of times. She was the last to step forward to place her dress, crumpled up and held in one hand, in the bucket. I admired her almost nude ass as she tip toed forward. Her gold metallic thong was a T-back. ***** We never really got a chance to think about any of this! I mean, if someone had asked me to get naked on television for a hundred thousand dollars, I would have said to them, "No way!" But in the pressure of the situation, we were all just going along with whatever they told us to do. I mean, I couldn't believe that I was able to take my top off in front of all of these people. By now, I was standing in nothing but my bra and a thong. They asked us another stupid Sex Ed type question, which, of course, was so easy pretty much all the guys got it right. This meant we had to take off another piece of clothing. Even though it was so easy, Chad held up a blank card. I think he was just trying to save Julie from having to strip off her last piece of underwear. I wondered briefly if I should take off my bottoms just to be unpredictable. But, of course, I would not do that. The bra would have to go. This brought back memories from when I went to Antigua with some of my girlfriends after high school. My friend Sara who can be a big slut sometimes took off her bikini top at the beach and she convinced another of my friends to the same. I completely refused. I didn't care if I didn't know any of the people there. They didn't have any business looking at me! But from this situation, there was no escape. Some of these girls were probably sluts, like Whitney and Julie, but most of us appeared to be good girls. Still, I noticed they were all reaching for the clasp at the back of their bra. Well, except for Brit whose bra had a front closure. She popped her bra open in no time and ended up giving the audience a nice show! Even when she did attempt to cover her boobs with her hands, she could only hide half of her giant tits. Whitney, Nina, and me all turned our backs to the audience at the same time. It was strange that we all did this at once as it was spontaneous and not planned at all. I held one arm across my breasts and unsnapped the back of my bra. I could see the other girls doing this as well. We then turned back towards the audience all at the same time too. There were a lot of cheers from the audience as we did this. I actually felt decent since I had one arm draped across my breasts and no one was seeing anything, at least not at this point. I sighed as I placed my bra in the bucket with the other girls. I could see the look of apprehension on their faces as well. We all knew what was coming next. I was so nervous during the next question I actually felt drunk! I don't even remember them asking the question or what the question was! I thought my entire body was trembling but afterwards my boyfriend told me that I appeared to be totally calm. Brit's boyfriend Dave didn't get the answer so they were immediately eliminated. All I could think was, oh my god, I hope my parents will never see this. First I had to drop my arms to my hips and expose my breasts to everyone. Then I had to pull my thong down. I might have actually closed my eyes as I pulled them down. At first I tried to cover myself, leaving one arm across my breasts and holding my other hand over my pussy. But then I noticed the other girls stepping forward and remembered we had to put our panties in the bucket. This is it, I thought. There's no way I can hide across the stage. I resigned myself to this and let my arms fall to my sides. My body was being recorded and the whole audience was getting to see me naked. What's worse is that I had just gotten a Brazilian wax to surprise my boyfriend. As I walked towards the bucket, I knew everyone was getting a clear view of my coochie. When I got back to my spot beside the podium, my boyfriend was trying to hide a big grin. He must have been enjoying the sight of all of these boobies. Probably, he liked seeing all of those pussies too, knowing his dirty mind. This gave me a chance to check out the other girls. Whitney and Nina were also completely shaved which made me feel better about showing my naked pussy. Julie had trimmed her pubic hairs pretty close to the skin so she didn't have too much bush anyway. Besides, her pussy was an "outtie" so she couldn't hide much either! I think those kind are ugly but my boyfriend says guys don't care that much about the shape of a pussy. Game Show I think we all had nice breasts. Julie's were on the small side. What really surprised me was she had really big areolas. Whitney's nipples were kind of undersized but her breasts were beautifully tanned and perky. I also noticed that Nina had beige nipples compared to my pink nipples. Even though this was stuff I could see in any locker room, I hadn't really thought about it before! I've had a lot of guys tell me that I'm hot before but I still felt self conscious at first. After a while, though, I have to admit that was also feeling more than a little turned on. Like a lot of girls, I've fantasized about being an exotic dancer but until that point I had thought that something like that would be just a fantasy! I couldn't believe that I was actually getting comfortable with being completely nude! ***** Four of us would be proceeding to the final round. Finally, the crew brought out some matching silk robes and held them up for the girls to put their arms through. The robes barely went below their waists and there was still a blinding amount of skin on stage. "Congratulations to our final contestants," Ronald exclaimed into his microphone, "stay tuned for the most daring challenge yet after the break." The lights changed and a bunch of the crew cleared away the five podiums. Dave helped Brit pick out her clothes from the bucket and the couple disappeared backstage. They looked very disappointed to be out of the contest. Another member of the crew took the bucket so it looked like the girls would be left wearing their robes. We were all directed to stand with our girlfriends on the left side of the stage. The lights changed again and they began taping the show once more. "Ladies and gentleman," Heidi addressed the audience, "please raise a hand for our talented group of dancers, the Eighth Avenue Crew." The dancers made their entrance from each corner of the studio including two guys who came straight through the audience in the bleachers. The eight dancers assembled in the center of the stage. There were four guys and four girls. The female dancers were wearing skimpy booty shorts and puffy jackets with the hoods up. The male dancers were wearing baggy cargo pants and oversized sweatshirts. The group was racially balanced. Two of the guys were black, one was white, and one looked Latin or something mixed. The dancers proceeded to perform a fairly elaborate hip-hop dance routine. The choreography was pretty tight and there was a lot of grinding between the dancers. For one part of the dance, the male dancers were on their knees with the female dancers standing behind them. The girls reached down and pulled off the guys' sweatshirts. The guys had tank tops on underneath. This was followed by more grinding and then the guys threw off their tank tops. All of the male dancers were totally ripped and there was a ton of whistles from the female portion of the audience. By the time the female dancers reached between the male dancers' legs and sensuously pulled down their cargo pants, the girls in the audience were absolutely screaming. I supposed that the show's producers had decided to even it out after all of the female stripping in the last challenge. Fortunately, the male dancers did not take off their boxers. The female dancers exited leaving the four male dancers on the other side of the stage. "Our next challenge is the most difficult," Heidi warned. "Each of our dancers will select one of these ladies to take up the challenge. They will together have to simulate several different sexual positions" Holding up a packet of condoms, she said, "As they simulate the positions, the first contestants to get our dancer to fill one of these up will win one hundred thousand dollars." "To be split with her boyfriend," Ronald added. As the hosts talked, I noticed the crew roll out a single bed on casters onto the stage. They also rolled out a large silk screen and placed it in front of the bed. "The rules are simple," Heidi explained, "there will be five different sounds indicating which sexual position you are to assume." Each sound effect was played as Heidi narrated. "The church bells, that is for you to be in the missionary position." "Gurgling sound, this is for you to perform a little oral." "Giddy up noise, that is for you to ride it cowgirl!" "Drill sergeant shouting 'Attention', that is for you to do it with the guy standing up." "Dog barking," she grinned, "that is for doggie style." My heart had been racing since they had started explaining the third challenge. I was very conscious of the fact that Tara was utterly naked under the tiny silk robe they had provided her. I looked over at the male dancers and felt sick. There didn't seem to be any way that I could stop this from happening. "Let me introduce Maurice," Ronald exclaimed. One of the black dancers stepped forward. "I'd like to take Julie with me." He came forward and shook her hand. Chad grimaced as he led her back behind the screen. A back light was switched on so you could clearly see their silhouettes. As they stood behind the screen, you could really see the height difference between them. Julie had seemed much taller with her heels on. Now, in her bare feet, the screen almost came to her chin while half of Maurice's chest was above the barrier. He was as tall as a basketball player. Maurice dropped his boxers. You could actually see the outline of his penis as he stood sideways to the screen. Julie gave a disgusted look at seeing his thing flapping about in front of her. He took the prophylactic out of the wrapper. She put a hand over her mouth and kept looking away. Before she had much time to react, a "giddy up" cry sounded. Maurice wasted no time lying back on the bed. Julie stood still, bewildered, until she noticed the timer projected onto the wall. Panic crossed her face and her head disappeared behind the partition. More than a minute had passed before we could see her shadow gingerly climb on top of Maurice. She began moving up and down. Before this had gotten too far, there was the barking sound of a dog. Maurice slid out from under her and mounted her from behind. I strained to see whether this was simulated or whether it was real. Then they played the gurgling sound. Julie turned around and appeared to be putting his penis in her mouth. I hoped that this was only a perspective illusion through the screen. It looked real though. Both of his hands held her head and we could all hear him grunt. "I'm done," he declared, holding up his condom. You could see the outline of Julie doing up the belt on her robe again. It must have come apart during all the thrusting. The timer had stopped at nine minutes and thirty three seconds. They would probably have to edit these segments down for the show. Darion, the other black dancer, was introduced next. My heart leapt through my chest when he asked for Tara. Tara whispered in my ear, "Don't worry babe, it's all simulated." "You can win this," I tried to encourage as my voice cracked. She extended her arm to shake Darion's hand when he came over. He took her hand and pulled her in for a hug right in front of me. Then, holding hands, he led her back behind the screen. The image of this burned my retinas. I felt like my balls had been chopped off. At the same time though, my dick was throbbing and I had a strange desire to see how this would unfold. ***** Darion was really dark but he was kind of cute so I didn't mind that he picked me. He was such a gentleman in the way that he gave me a hug. After watching what Julie had had to do behind the curtain, I was really scared. But by this point, I really wanted to win the one hundred thousand dollars! I was thinking of how we could both pay back our student loans. Even though making out with another guy was technically cheating, I knew I was doing this for both of us and I'm sure my boyfriend would be happy once we got the money. Deep down, I'm also very competitive and I was determined to beat these other girls. At least, I hoped it was just making out! But I wasn't sure how I was going to get this guy off. I know guys don't just cum without any help. I assumed that Julie was jerking off his cock while they simulated each position. When Darion pulled down his boxers and his black dick was in plain sight, it suddenly made it real to me. I don't normally spend a lot of time looking at the penis and under so much light it looked really weird and you could see all the veins and stuff. Actually, Darion was huge. I would guess over ten inches. My boyfriend is six and a half inches and my ex-boyfriend from high school had seven inches. Neither of them had this kind of girth! So it was true what they say about black guys! He put on a condom and I heard the gurgling noise played. Well, I thought, this is it! I got on my knees in front of him and started tugging on his penis. I decided that this would be too hard to simulate and made the decision to give him a blowjob. I had gone through a phase back when I first started college where I dated quite few guys and I had given all of them head so I figured it really wasn't such a big deal. However, I never had to taste latex while I was doing it before so that was kind of weird. Also, his dick was really large and I had to stop myself from gagging. I heard the "giddy up" sound and knew that this meant I was supposed to get on top of him. He lay back on the bed. I took my robe off to turn him on some more. I held his penis against my pelvis and lifted myself up and down, pretending to have sex. A couple of times I went too high and the head of his penis started to go in me. Once, it slid all the way inside. It totally filled me up in a way I had never been before. I was always curious what it would be like to have sex with a black man. I have to say, though, I felt mostly upset right after this had occurred. I was proud that I had only slept with two guys before in my life so this would be guy number three. And I didn't even know this guy or have any feelings for him! I heard the woof woof sound effect and before I had a chance to respond, Darion flipped me over. I was really wet so it was no trouble for him to start fucking me from behind. At this point I had just given up and let him pound into me. He reached down while he was behind me and started madly fondling my breasts. I was really worried that my boyfriend could see this through the screen. Then we heard the "Attention, soldier" command. Darion picked me up without any difficulty. I put my arms around his shoulders and my breasts pressed into his muscular chest. I noticed my white skin really contrasted with his black skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his penis once again reentered me. From this position both of our upper bodies were almost above the top of the screen. I could sense the entire audience watching us and the cameras getting this on tape and I felt soooo dirty. I could feel my body getting more and more excited. I grinded my hips against him and squeezed my pussy around his giant cock. Darion deep kissed me as I began to climax. It was a good thing because I had to stop myself from making a sound! The orgasm was amazing, it just kept going on and on forever. I was still orgasming when I heard the church bells ringing which signaled for us to go into the missionary position. Darion threw me down on the bed. My pussy was feeling sensitive and I held his chest to try to stop him from going so hard. We started kissing again. I felt him tense up and knew he was coming inside of me. He pulled out and I could see he had filled his condom up! I had lost track of time so my mouth dropped open when I found out that my time was over twenty five minutes. I had totally blown it and we had lost our chance at winning. I was also filled with guilt when I looked my boyfriend in the eyes. I hoped he hadn't figured out everything that had happened behind the screen! All I can do is pray that my friends and family back home never watch this show. ***** Damn, it felt good fucking dat white bitch. Even though it wuz protected, dat wuz prob'ly some o' da best sex I had. I held out fo' as long as I could. I didn't care dat I missed out on da shitty little bonus da show producers pays ta da dancer who got first. That fucking pussy wuz hot as hell. Real pretty face. Nice naturals. All in all, da kind o' ho ya make yo' wifey. Let me tell ya, dere wuz just somethin' about seeing dis here lithe young body below me, feeling her soft skin against mine, an' smelling her flowery perfume mixed wiff poontang juices. I couldn't take it nahh longer an' had ta just straight up bust uh nut in her sweet honey pot. Lucky fo' da beeotch I wuz wearing uh condom. When I seen her diamond earrings I knew dis here wuz daddy's little rich girl dat I had been stretching out real good. I pulled out o' dis here one real slow an' made sure she got uh peep at da big negroid freight train dat had done 'er right. I gave her perfect ass one last pinch 'bfoe she put her robe back on. I could not believe muh ma lucky black ass landed dis here gig. When we's wuz hired, da producers had made dis here big speech about how dey wanted da sex ta be simulated. When da four o' us dancers wuz alone in da men's change room, we's bust up laughing. There wuz nahh way we's could do all da sheeit dey wuz proposing an' simulate it. Besides, why would we's wants ta simulate da fucking? We git ta beat up new pussy every show. ***** I was numb when Tara and Darion came out from the silk screen. Darion held up the condom with a leer on his face. I could even see from where I was standing that it was full. Tara's long legs glistened with sweat. I felt nauseous. I had watched as they kissed passionately. Even if the sex had all been simulated, which I was still not sure about, I had seen the silhouette of Tara taking off her robe and getting naked alone with a black guy. And if she had kept her robe on, his penis would still have probably touched the outside of her vagina considering how short the garment was. As it was, their bodies had been rubbing against each other for the last twenty minutes. Tara touched my arm when she returned to my side. Emotionally, I was a mess, but my dick was rock hard and the sexual charge in the studio was intense. "If Whitney gets the lowest time," Heidi reminded the audience, "as our first challenge winners, she and Andrew will win fifty thousand dollars in addition to our top prize." The name of the Latin dancer was Joel. He selected Whitney to go with him through the challenge. We could see the silhouette of her taking off her robe as soon as she was behind the screen. She even helped him put on the condom. The dog bark played first and Whitney quickly climbed onto the bed on all fours. Whitney's hand was between her legs and I tried to figure out if she was playing with her clit or whether she was only holding Joel's dick to simulate doggie style sex. The next position they had to do was missionary. Whitney rolled over onto her back. We could see the outline as Joel pulled her legs up so that he appeared to be doing her feet-to-shoulders. They were both groaning like crazy. The drill sergeant's voice sounded. Joel reached behind her back and pulled her along with him as he stood up. He then spun her around and pressed her back against the screen. The silk screen became more see-through where Whitney's butt cheeks were pushed up against it. Whitney threw her head back so her long blonde hair dangled over the edge of the screen. "Oh my god, keep going," she cried. "Yeah baby, I'm finishing too," Joel responded. Their time had been eighteen minutes exactly. I glanced over at her boyfriend Andrew. Normally a confident jock, he looked pale. Thus far, Julie and Chad were in the lead. Jason, the only one of the dancers who was white, had Nina for the challenge by default. Considering her stunning Mediterranean looks, it was ironic that she was last pick. Once behind the screen, Nina pulled back the sheets on the single bed. Maybe she was grossed out by the dirty sheets from all of the other girls getting humped on top of the bed before her. First was the sound of ringing bells. Nina lay down and Jason got between her legs. The silhouette showed him moving in and out of her slowly in a lovemaking kind of way. It appeared her arms were caressing his back. He spent a lot of time licking her breasts and nipples. This went on for a long time before the gurgling sound was played. Then, before Nina had a chance to lower her head to his dick, he put his face between her legs and started to simulate going down on her. The shadow was dreadfully convincing that he was actually eating her pussy and I wondered again whether or not this was real. They didn't change positions very quickly after the next sound effect was played which was the dog barking. Nina got on all fours. Jason started taking her from behind. He gradually moved faster and finally shouted triumphantly, "Stop the clock". Two crew members pushed away the screen before Nina had a chance to get her robe done up again and she bared her breasts once more for the audience. "Twenty minutes and fifty four seconds," Ronald announced, "sorry guys, looks like you came in third place." Ronald and Heidi shook Julie and Chad's hands for winning. The hosts then congratulated the rest of us for completing the challenges, even if we hadn't won. I looked around at the other contestants. Jon held Nina's hand but was so furious I thought he was going to hit her. The rest of the guys appeared shell-shocked. Tara still had to get dressed. I didn't get a chance to talk to her until we were back on the street. I interrogated her on everything that had happened behind the silk screen. She told me that the only part that was unsimulated was when she gave Darion a blowjob. I felt a sharp pain run through my chest as she told me. I had somehow known the sucking was real but was still stunned at the disclosure. I had an empty feeling but I told her I loved her and it was OK because we were young and experimenting and living life to the fullest. It was over a year later that she admitted to having sex on the game show. By that point in our relationship, I was just getting over the jealousy I had with her ex-boyfriend and picturing that asshole taking her virginity and nailing her every morning in her senior year (he fucked some other chick at night). Picturing her screwing a black guy right in front of me after we had been going out for six months was a newly painful revelation. Being the good girl, she had made me wait two whole months from when we had started dating before she was ready to go all the way. I was so angry I even considered breaking up with Tara. The thing was, mixed with the jealousy was a lot of lust for her. I found out later that the game show was broadcast on an adult television station that you could only get if you had satellite TV. On a fateful night, a couple of my buddies in the dorm discovered the game show on the Internet and downloaded it for all of the guys to see. They couldn't believe good girl Tara would get naked and fuck a stranger on a TV show. After that, they looked at my girlfriend differently and became a lot more touchy feely with her when she came around. I was cool with it. I love her and someday we're going to get married. Game Show Winners & Losers Thanks must go to 'Jill' yet again for giving me the inspiration, plot and route to take. Without whose help this story would have gone west. Thanks again for bearing with me! This story contains consensual sex between adults if you don't like this genre don't read it! Otherwise enjoy. Oh and it contains naughty words, if you don't like reading words like slut, bitch, or cunt look away now!! ***** Angie was over the moon she had just had news that she had been accepted as a contestant on a brand new reality show for TV. "Ray!..Ray!" she was shouting at the top of her voice. The letter clutched in her hand she jumped on top of the bed and shook Ray, her boyfriend until he came too. Ray was a rather nerdy guy who was into electronics and not much else, well apart from Angie who he adored, He felt slightly groggy after the previous night's party with his mates. "What the Fuck Angie?...my heads killing me calm down will you?" Angie was all hyped up, giggling like a little girl "I've got in!.. I've got in!" she kept shouting. "What the hell are you raving about woman?" "You know that new TV show I applied to go on?... the one where we all live like nineteenth century factory workers... well I've been accepted. This is my big chance to break into acting for real... I have to be there next Monday to start filming... Ooooooh I'm so excited!" she threw her arms around his neck and planted her lips firmly on his and kissed him hard. "Ooooh I can't wait!...if I win I get 100G's...that would be soooo coooool we could get married straight away baby!" "Yeah I suppose we could, but that's unlikely don't set your heart on it there will be other competitors you know!" reminded Ray. Angie was having none of it she ran round the flat jumping up and down, dancing, rolling around on the sofa, kicking her legs in the air, Ray just shook his head and muttered 'crazy woman' over and over to himself. So Ray found himself outside the studios where filming was going to take place. They showed everyone where the parts of the set were. The daytime factory set, the actors reporting room and their accommodation. They each had a pod, which consisted of a bed, storage locker, a shower and a toilet. Compared to some reality shows it was fairly plush, no cameras in the pods as too many issues with licensing and possible sex issues. Angie was so excited that she threw her arms around Ray, "It'll be alright baby it's only the maximum of a month and as you yourself said I could be out in days from now!" The rest of the contestants seemed an okay bunch as Ray eyeballed each of them in turn, there were equal numbers of male and female contestants. Ray did notice a couple of the guys eyeing up his Angie and made sure they spotted him holding her close to him, or giving her a kiss 'she's mine boyo' he seemed to want to say to anyone who looked like a possible threat to him. Nerdy I may be, but I can still spot a threat a mile off' he seemed to be saying to himself. It was late on that night before Ray made it home, and although he disliked these reality pretences of wannabe actors, actresses or has been actors, actresses he switched the TV on and switched channels till he found the one his Angie was on. It was pretty humdrum stuff as everyone seemed to be trying to figure out who was the favourites and who were the most likely to be first out. Angie was third most likely to be out within the week, and Ray seemed more than pleased that his fiancée would be back within the week. He rubbed his groin area, at that thought and muttered to himself 'behave yourself boys no playtime tonight' and with that switched off the TV, and went to bed. Ray spent the next few days fiddling with his electronics, computers and cameras during the day and glued to the telly at night watching Angie. He noticed she was fairly good at the factory bit and she seemed to be winning the public over if the comments seemed to be anything to go by. As well as her there was a guy called Tim, a hunk of a personal trainer in the outside world, seemed to be going well, also in the public eye. The fact they were all in period costume did little to reduce the sexual tension between certain contestants. Angie's costume for instance gave her breasts a huge push upwards and a large amount of cleavage was visible most of the time. Ray wasn't such a prude to not be aware that sex played a big part in selling any programme like this. So although he was aware of the tension he trusted his fiancée to reject Tim's advances. As the days passed Ray noticed this Tim trying to get on with his Angie, but she seemed to be coping well and able to reject his advances. Despite this he was pretty persistent and kept trying to engineer opportunities to be alone with her. Several times the cameras picked up him chatting to Angie, and going by the reactions from Angie he was making suggestions of a sexual nature towards her. Angie had a habit of looking shy and coy when talking about sex and several times Ray spotted her doing this when the camera was on the two of them. Ray thought that this Tim was a pretty persistent guy and that made him concerned. He had every right to be, as their growing relationship was becoming public knowledge and wherever he went people were talking about them. The challenges the contestants had to perform, were fun and on several occasions, he watched Angie and Tim having to work together to win points and awards for the group. Through time the two of them seemed to remove the previous friction and they became firm favourites with the public. Ray started to become a little concerned that his fiancée was falling for this hunky actor. It became fairly obvious to Ray that Angie was slowly but surely falling for this Tim, despite her having told him on live TV that she was engaged. If Ray had been inside the set he would have been even more concerned. Not only were Angie and Tim openly flirting during live showings, but she was spending nights with Tim and had been sleeping with him after the end of week one, and had been for the last two weeks. Tim had seduced her and their lovemaking was common knowledge in the cast, not that they were the only ones but they were certainly the loudest lovers, amongst all the other lovers. Tim had shown Angie so many different positions and had taken her to places in ecstasy that she could only ever imagine. The first night he had kissed her all over, paying particular attention to her mouth, lips, ears, neck and throat before making his way down her body to gently nibble, kiss and suck on her firm young breasts, spending some time tweaking, nibbling and sucking on her large, hard nipples. Angie had to start with, tried to push him away but Tim knew what he was doing and persisted to work towards seducing her, and in the end his persistence paid off. He had her in his arms, naked and trembling with excitement and anticipation. His hands roamed over her silky skin, tracing her most sensitive spots, raising her arousal, making he moan and groan with pleasure "Oooooh!... Mmmmm...Oh Tim don't, don't!... please stop!" Within seconds that changed to "oh no don't stop!... keep doing that its sooo goood!" Tim had her exactly where he wanted her. He continued to work Angie, causing her to want him even more. His hands slid up her sides, over her breasts, down over her stomach and back again. Tim kept kissing her body all over, and began tracing his tongue around her naval, up the centre of her stomach and onto her aching breasts, onto her throbbing nipples and back down again... As Ray watched at home, he couldn't have known what was happening even if he did suspect something was going on, between them. He could sit there suspecting anything he wanted, but couldn't prove anything as there was no contact between cast and outside members or relations. ... Angie was his, and she couldn't stop him now even if she had wanted too, her body was demanding more satisfaction, more desires building within her mind, within her body. Tim noticed her stomach was quivering, her legs were shaking and her breathing was becoming more erratic. He smiled knowing full well Angie was in the throes of an orgasm that was about to rip through her body "Oh God Tim, Tim I'm Going to Cum!... Oh My God Yes, Yes! YES!" and her body tensed her head rolled back her eyes closed tightly and her hands grabbed her breasts to pull and push on them as her orgasm took hold. "That's a good girl, cum for me, let it go baby, let it go!" Tim allowed her to subside and then returned to kissing her on the mouth, deeply, passionately, with real feelings of love and tenderness. Then he slid himself down her body until his mouth was nibbling on the small triangle of hair at the top of her sex. His hands were stroking the inside of her legs, lifting them up and placing them on his shoulders. His hands then began stroking the backs of her knees. This was like little shots of electricity that shot through her body causing it to tense and relax; Angie moaned and groaned throughout soft gentle moans not loud, almost inaudible at times. Then he placed his mouth directly onto the outer lips of her pussy. Angie let out a louder sigh "Uuuuuh!...Ummmm!" and then when Tim began sucking on her lips, and his tongue flicked over her clit once again Angie felt herself losing it and she came again quickly and heavily. "Aaaargh...Oh Fuck!...Oh FUCK!... I'm fucking Cumming again! Oh shit! Shit! Fuck!" Tim kept her on the crest of that wave for several minutes teasing her from one orgasm to another almost simultaneously. Once he allowed her to stop Cumming e slid up her body again. Kissed her on her mouth allowing her to taste herself, she sucked hard on his mouth and their tongues beat a staccato of love inside their mouths... 'Not many more episodes to go' thought Ray, then I can have my Angie back and that prick Tim will be gone from our lives. 'God I fucking hate that pompous arsehole' he muttered to himself. ..."I'm going to fuck you now Angie, slowly surely and gently! Do you want me too fuck you baby?" Angie answered by lifting her legs up and behind his back locking them together around his waist. "Do me now Tim! fuck me until I scream for you to stop!" she moaned. Tim began easing his hard cock into her slick pussy, just like he had promised. Slowly, softly and gently to begin with. He was taking all his weight on his arms and legs, so it was only his cock that was pushing into her body. "You like that baby?...Mmmm Do you like my cock inside you baby?"..."Oh god yes!...Yes!...oh god that feels so good! Please Tim fuck me harder!... Please fuck me harder.. Fuck me you cunt!.. Till I scream with pleasure!" By now Angie was shoving her hips up to meet Tim's long cock as it slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy. Tim adjusted his position until his knees were hard against her ass cheeks, her legs being lifted up into the air as he did so. He then grabbed her ankles and pushed them over behind her head, her ankles beside each side of her head, pushing against the same pillow her head lay on. "Your wish is my command baby!" said Tim and he then began to pound her pussy mercilessly. "Oh God I'm so fucking wet can you hear it baby, can you hear my sloppy wet cunt as you fuck me?" she grunted. Tim was fairly worked up himself by then, "I fucking can you wet little slut!" he groaned. He pummelled her pussy for several more minutes in that position then he stood up telling Angie to hold that position. He then straddled her legs and bent from the waist until he could push his hard cock into her pussy from above. It took him a couple of go's to get the angle right but when he did, Angie appreciated the effort as it seemed to allow him to penetrate her even deeper. "Oh God Tim!...Yes!...Yes!...Oh Fuck yeeees!" whilst Tim worked towards his own moment of release. "That's it baby take all of Tim's big cock. Get that tight little pussy used to it!...It's going to be getting used by it frequently from now on!" Angie heard him, and was so far gone she readily agreed "God yes, yes, I want more of that wonderful cock... It's such a big cock!... a real pussy pleaser Tim!" Tim grunted and began to groan "Yeah!... Yeah!... That's it!... Here it cums... here it fucking cums!... Take it you little cock teasing slut, take the fuckin lot!"..."Aaaahhhh!...Hummmmph!...YEEEEEEEAH!" and he felt his cock expand inside Angie's pussy and then he felt it spraying from the slit at the end deep inside her. Once he had finished Cumming he stood up, turned around and knelt on either side of her head and fed his cock into her mouth, "Clean it slut!"... "And don't miss any!" Angie licked, sucked and slurped on that cock until it was totally clean. Then Tim got up, got dressed and left, but not before he told her "Same time tomorrow night Angie!" he didn't wait for an answer, he already knew what it was... There is only one more night to go muttered Ray, as he sipped on the whisky he had taken to drinking each evening. Despite hating the reality TV show he forced himself to watch it, this was the last night so either Angie or that arrogant fuckwit would win the prize, "Please let it be Angie and not that dickwit!" Ray shouted at the TV. Unfortunately for Ray it was Tim who won and Angie was second. Had he stayed sober enough to watch the end he would have witnessed Tim and Angie walking away hand in hand together. Instead he lay slumped over the arm of the sofa, the TV flickering away in the corner and the love of his life walking out of his life forever. ... From that first night, that first time Angie was hooked, every night from then on she allowed herself to be used that big cock of Tim's. All thoughts of her fiancée were now gone. Tim taught her so many new things, so many different positions that it was so exciting she couldn't believe she had wasted so much time on that wimp and techno Nerd Ray, who always made 'love' in the same old position and it was always over before she had satisfaction. Well not anymore, she had decided to accept Tim's offer of becoming his girlfriend and future fiancée. Ray would just have to find someone else to be with. When the show ended Tim won it with Angie second, they moved in together and were engaged within a fortnight of the show ending. Ray was left an emotional wreck, all his fears had come to fruition, the betrayal, the cheating and the obvious distaste that Angie now had for him were paramount to his current state of mind, lonely, defeated, and always breaking down sobbing like a spoilt child. When Ray had woken up next morning with his head still in a spirit induced haze, he quickly became aware that Angie wasn't there. He frantically sought out his phone and tried calling her; it however, went straight to 'this number is no longer in service' despite screaming at the phone that it was the right fucking number it wouldn't connect. There was a knock at the door and the postman stood there with a letter to be signed for, Ray scribbled his signature on the electronic pad and ripped open the envelope. Inside was a simple note that simply read; Ray, I have decided that I no longer love you. I am therefore leaving you. I have met someone I really love, and who really loves me. I had no idea sex could be so good until I met this person. The size of his cock compared to yours is like a pencil compared to a broom shank, his is so much bigger and he puts it to so much better use. Bye Angie But then that's what can happen when your fiancée gets what she really wants elsewhere, isn't it?