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Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01

By: swingerjoe



Rochelle's soft and plump lips inched slowly down her husband's shaft until his cock head grazed the back of her throat, and her nose pushed firmly into his pubic hair. She held him there, and pressed her tongue firmly against the roof of her mouth. His bulging cock reflexively throbbed and expanded in her throat.

"Are you going to join me?" Aaron asked between stilted breaths. This was his polite way of letting her know that if she wanted his hard cock inside her, then she had better stop doing what she was doing as quickly as possible. 

She hesitated for a moment before slowly removing him from her mouth with an audible slurping sound.

"No, I'm having fun," she answered in a playful manner. It was the end of a particularly brutal week at work for her husband, and she enjoyed rewarding him for all his hard work with a slow and sensual blowjob. At times, it seemed as though she enjoyed blowing him more than she enjoyed actual intercourse. He could swear there were times in the past when she actually experienced an orgasm from giving head.

From the very first time her lips traveled below his belt, he realized that she was unusually gifted in that particular area of sexuality. Granted, he had only been with three other women before her, so he didn't have much of a basis for comparison, but it was difficult for him to imagine that any woman could possibly be more talented than Rochelle when it came to giving head.

She was blessed with large, soft lips that provided an incredible sensation wherever she placed them. Her tongue was long enough to touch her nose, and it was unusually strong. She was able to twist and contort it in ways that he had never witnessed before, and her favorite party trick was tying a cherry stem into a knot using only her teeth and tongue. Although he considered his dick to be no longer than average, she was the only woman he had ever been with who was able to take the entire length into her mouth, seemingly without any effort at all. It seemed as though she were born to suck cock.

He felt a strong surge building as his wife continued to make love to his cock with her mouth, lips and tongue. A wave of pleasure rippled through his groin, and he could feel the warm and tingling sensation of an orgasm building rapidly. Rochelle removed his cock from her mouth, encircled the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger, and squeezed firmly. She always seemed to know when he was just about to explode, and she enjoyed keeping him at the edge of that precipice for such a long time that it often seemed torturous.

"You're killing me," he groaned. She responded with a playful giggle, and began lightly licking, kissing and sucking his balls.

When she was apparently satisfied that he had sufficiently relaxed, she placed his swollen cock back in her mouth and returned to slowly and methodically bobbing her head up and down his shaft while rolling her talented tongue along the underside. He responded with a loud moan, and thrust his hips upward in an attempt to fuck her mouth more quickly. She removed him from her mouth, pushed his hips back down to the bed, and gave him a stern look. This was her way of letting him know that she was in control of the pace, and only she would decide when he would finish.

Aaron gave an exasperated sigh and relaxed his muscles. After twenty-two years of marriage, he knew better than to fight her. She was a strong-willed woman, and it was one of the many qualities that had attracted him to her in the first place. They had met in high school. Her family had just moved to the outskirts of Boston where Aaron had lived his entire life. He was instantly captivated by the "new girl" from Minnesota. They sat next to each other in Algebra class, and enjoyed a friendly and flirty relationship. Although it seemed there was an instant attraction between them, they were both far too shy to act upon it.

Eventually, she went away to college, while Aaron stayed behind in his hometown. Having grown up in a predominantly Italian neighborhood, he had developed a passion and talent for cooking Italian food, and it was his dream to someday open his own restaurant. After graduating, he worked as a landscaper by day and a line cook in the evening. He soon discovered that landscaping offered a quicker path to financial success and abandoned his culinary career. He earned enough money mowing lawns, trimming hedges and plowing driveways and parking lots that he eventually saved enough money to purchase his own equipment. By the age of twenty, he started his own business and hired his first employee.

Aaron celebrated his twenty-first birthday in Boston with a group of old friends from high school. In the course of stumbling from one bar to the next, he ran into Rochelle, who was home for her summer break. They shared an engaging conversation and exchanged numbers. Less than a year later, they were married. And less than a year after that, their daughter, Jamie, was born.

"Seriously," Aaron groaned. "Just let me finish. You're driving me fucking crazy."

Rochelle refused to break her slow pace, and hummed a satisfied note, sending vibrations through his cock that only added to his aching sensation.

"Okay, fine," she groaned, removing him from her mouth once again. "You can be such a baby sometimes."

She reinserted his throbbing cock into her wet mouth and bobbed her head up and down his shaft at a quicker pace, pressing her tongue hard against his length. His cock head expanded, his balls tightened, and he gave a loud moan as a powerful blast of cum erupted from his cock into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation, and continued sucking as several more spurts emptied into her hungry mouth.

She was the first woman he ever dated who ever swallowed his cum. She once told him that she enjoyed the taste of it, and considered it to be her ultimate prize for a job well done. Although it wasn't the reason he decided to marry her, it was certainly a major point in her favor.

She continued sucking and slurping until she was satisfied that he had been drained of every last drop. Although she had been sucking him for a very long time, she seemed disappointed that her "fun" was over. Reluctantly, she removed his deflated dick from her mouth and snuggled beside him, nuzzling her head against his chest.

"Mmm," she moaned. "That was fun."

"You are really amazing, you know that?" he said, still breathing heavily.

"Yeah...I know," she responded, and gave his chest a kiss.

***

"We got a letter today from B.U.," Aaron growled. He took another heavy swig from his pint. "They're upping Jamie's tuition by ten percent! Can you believe it? Those fucking pricks."

Anthony shook his head in disgust, and quickly drained the rest of the beer from his glass before signaling to the bartender for another round.

"Unbelievable," he said. "But what are you gonna do? They got you over a fucking barrel."

Anthony had been Aaron's best friend since grade school. They had stood by each other's side through good times and bad. For Aaron, those good times included the expansion of his landscaping business to the point where he was able to provide enough income to allow Rochelle to stay home with Jamie. He felt that it was important for his daughter to have her mother at home throughout her childhood, and was very proud of himself for providing enough income to make that happen. They certainly weren't wealthy by any reasonable standard. In fact, they lived from paycheck to paycheck for most of their married lives. But Rochelle was great with money, and together they were able to set enough money aside for a down payment on a nice home near his old neighborhood. They also stashed away enough money to send Jamie to college.

"How's the business doing?" Anthony asked. Aaron responded with a grunt.

"That good, huh?" Anthony said with a smirk.

"We still haven't recovered from the recession," Aaron said. "We were doing real good during the housing bubble. Lots of new houses being built, and a bunch of rich people moving into them, all needing landscaping. But then the fucking bubble burst. And these new fucked-up regulations by the government are killing me. I've had to cut back my workforce and work more hours myself. I fucking hate it. I'm getting too old for this shit."

"I hear you, man," Anthony responded. "It's tough all around."

Although he couldn't seem to explain exactly what he did for a living, Anthony seemed to be well off, and immune to whatever economic difficulties were plaguing the rest of the people Aaron knew. Anthony was the type of guy who always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, and he had a connection for everything. If you needed an electrician, he knew a guy for that. If you needed a lawyer, he was good friends with a great one. Hell, if you needed to dispose of a dead body, chances are that Anthony knew a guy who could take care of that as well.

"We're looking at $100,000 in debt by the time Jamie is done with college," Aaron continued. "And that's after the scholarship money and financial aid - and before this latest increase! The college fund that we started for her isn't even half that. And we'll have to dig into that savings to pay for a new plow for my truck. If I don't replace that old busted plow before next winter, I won't have any income until the spring."

"I'm sorry, man," Anthony responded softly. "That just sucks."

They sat in silence for a few moments, and blithely watched the Red Sox game on the flat screen behind the bar.

"Is Rochelle still waiting tables?" Anthony asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, she's been working at the diner a lot," Aaron said. "She's picking up extra shifts, trying to pick up the slack. But there's just too much slack."

Rochelle had picked up a part-time job waiting tables when Jamie entered high school. Although the extra income was nice, it barely covered their mortgage bill. Unfortunately, they had purchased their home at the height of the housing bubble, and it was now worth less than they owed on it.

"It's a shame she can't put that finance degree to use," Anthony said. "You know, I might know a guy who could use someone with her skills."

Aaron scoffed, and shook his head. "Yeah, four years of expensive schooling, and what did she get from that degree? It makes me wonder if we're making the same mistake with Jamie. Rochelle has looked into jobs in banking and investing, but honestly, it's been so long since she graduated, her degree is just about worthless at this point. I guess it helps around the house. She balances our checkbook and manages our savings. Shit like that. But it's not the type of skill she can use in the workplace anymore."

"It just seems like a shame," Anthony said. "She paid all that money for all that knowledge, and it just went to waste. I've always been taught that if you have some kind of knowledge, skill, or talent that sets you apart, then it's a shame not to make some money off of it."

"Oh, Rochelle definitely has a talent," Aaron laughed, "but it's not something she could make money with."

Anthony gave him a quizzical look, followed by a wide-eyed expression.

"Oh! You mean..."

"Yeah, man," Aaron replied with another laugh.

"Yeah, you've bragged about that particular talent a few times over the years," Anthony said with a chuckle.

"Well...I'm sorry, but I have to have something to brag about, don't I?"

There was another long moment of silence. On the flat screen in front of them, the pitcher for the Red Sox hung his head after allowing a long home run over the Green Monster. The fans surrounding them in the bar responded with a collective groan.

"You know," Anthony said, after an extended period of contemplation, "there actually is a way to make money from that particular talent."

"If you're suggesting my wife become a whore, I'll knock you the fuck out," Aaron responded with a mock-serious look of intimidation.

"No, no, no," Anthony said, raising his hands in defense. "I don't mean that."

"Okay, then what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well," Anthony responded, pausing to take another swig of beer, "do you remember back in the day, we used to go over to Joey Pinelli's house and sneak into his basement to watch porno videos?"

Aaron laughed out loud. "Shit, I had forgotten about that. But yeah, now that you mention it."

"Well, you probably don't remember, then, but one of the movies we watched back then was called Stiff Competition. Do you remember that one?"

"Is that the one with the dick-sucking competition?"

"That's it."

"Yeah, actually, I think that one was my favorite."

"Mine, too," Anthony responded. He took another long swig of beer. "Well, apparently, it was the favorite of a lot of people, because someone took it upon themselves to hold an actual event just like it."

"You're shittin' me."

"No, seriously. It's been going on for years - and I mean years. It started out as a small, underground, event, but it's been growing and growing every year. It's become a huge deal."

"Then why haven't I heard about it until now?"

"Because it's still underground. And you're an old married guy, that's why!" Anthony took great pride in being an eternal bachelor. He moved closer to Aaron and lowered his voice.

"They call it the National Cocksucking Championship - the NCC's," Anthony whispered. Aaron snorted in response.

"It's turned into a huge, huge money-maker," Anthony continued. "It's held in Vegas every year, at an undisclosed location. I'm not even sure if it's legal."

"If it's underground, then how do you know about it? And how do they make money?"

"First of all," Anthony responded with a smirk, "I know things. Okay? And secondly, they make money in lots of different ways. They charge $200 for tickets. And they charge $49.95 - per day - to view it online. They stream it directly to your computer. Add in all the money from gambling, and I'm telling you, they must make millions off this thing."

Aaron sat back and shook his head. Their eyes returned to the ballgame as they continued to drink their beers.

"So, how much money is involved for the participants?" Aaron finally asked.

"First place prize money is $200,000." Aaron choked on his beer and coughed.

"Fucking seriously?"

"Fucking seriously," Anthony answered. "I think the second place prize is $50K, which isn't too shabby, either, for four days work."

Thoughts swirled through Aaron's head. $200,000 would not only pay for Jamie's tuition, but it would be more than enough to pay for a new plow. Even $50,000 would go a long way toward easing his financial woes. Then it suddenly occurred to him how this whole topic of conversation had arisen in the first place.

"Wait, you're not seriously suggesting that Rochelle enter this contest," Aaron said with a stern expression.

"Fuck, no," Anthony responded, again raising his hands in defense. "I was just responding to what you said about making money off of that particular talent. That's all. I know Ro would never go for that."

"No, she wouldn't. Not to mention the fact that I wouldn't go for it, either!"

"I don't blame you, bro," Anthony said, with his hands still raised. "If I had a wife as talented as you say Rochelle is, I wouldn't want to share her with anyone, either. And I wasn't suggesting that at all."

Aaron returned his gaze to the ballgame. He wasn't paying attention to the game, however, and didn't even seem to notice when the Sox pitcher allowed yet another home run to put the game out of reach. His thoughts were somewhere else.

***

It was a Sunday, which meant it was the only day of the week that both Aaron and Rochelle had the day off. With Jamie out of the house, it meant they had the whole day to themselves. After sleeping in late and running errands in the afternoon, Aaron took the pasta maker out of the storage closet. It had been years since he had last made home-made pasta, and he embraced the opportunity.

He thoroughly cleaned the granite counter top in his kitchen, and then spread a generous amount of flour. He formed the flour into a circle, made a hole in the middle, and cracked two eggs into the center. He added salt and extra-virgin olive oil, and then whisked the egg, gradually mixing it with the flour until it formed a solid mass of dough. He kneaded and folded it, and wrapped it in plastic. While he waited, he sautéed onions, carrots and celery with a little olive oil in a pan. He then added red wine, garlic, beef, and sweet sausage, and let it simmer.

All the while, he sipped from a bottle of wine that he had purchased earlier in the day. Rochelle often claimed that drinking wine was the only reason he enjoyed cooking. It was difficult to deny that it wasn't part of the whole experience. Quite simply, he found that cooking relaxed him in a way that few other activities did. As he cooked, Rochelle stood by his side, enjoying the wine as well as her husband's company.

"You really should have been a chef," she remarked as she watched him prepare their meal. She clasped a glass of wine in one hand and stroked his hair with the other.

"Well, that was the plan," Aaron stated. "Once upon a time. A long, long time ago."

"It's not too late," she said. "Sell the landscaping business. You had an offer not long ago from Monsanto. See if they're still interested. We could take the money and buy a restaurant."

"First of all," Aaron said, pausing to sip from his glass and stir the sauce, "Monsanto can kiss my ass. They're the ones who are driving me out of business. They only made that offer so they'd have less competition. I was here first."

"You and your pride," Rochelle teased, stroking his hair.

"Second of all," Aaron continued, "my dreams of becoming a chef are over. It's something I enjoy doing for fun, but I can't start all over again. I'm a landscaper. I made that decision years ago."

"You can always change," Rochelle insisted. "You're still young enough."

Aaron laughed out loud. "I really love that you think so, honey, but I'm in no position to start a new career, trust me. We have bills to pay. Lots and lots of bills."

"Well, I just think it's such a waste of talent," Rochelle insisted. "I mean, you are such a great cook. Not just a good cook - a great cook. You have a gift. It seems like such a shame that I'm the only one who gets to benefit from that gift. And I just know that you could use that gift to make some extra money. It's like we're leaving all that money just sitting out there on a table."

A burst of laughter erupted from Aaron's mouth, and Rochelle withdrew her hand in surprise. He tried to contain his laughter, but failed miserably. Already, he could feel that the wine had gone to his head.

"What's so funny?" Rochelle asked with a curious expression. "I don't get it."

Aaron tried to collect himself, but had a difficult time containing his laughter. He continued to stir the sauce, and took another sip of his wine.

"This just reminds me of a conversation that I just had a few days ago with Anthony," he explained. "We had almost the exact same conversation."

Rochelle squinted her eyes in an attempt to read her husband's thoughts.

"So, Anthony thinks you should go back to cooking, too?" she asked.

"No, no," he responded with a chuckle. "That wasn't it."

She tilted her head to the side and gave him a curious look.

"Okay," she said, "then what was that conversation about?"

"Never mind," he responded. "Dinner is ready. Can you set the table, please?"

"Sure," she responded. "Right after you tell me what you two were talking about."

"I will," he promised. "Later. But right now, we need to eat. I've timed everything perfectly, and don't want to ruin it."

Reluctantly, Rochelle set the table. As they thoroughly enjoyed their meal, she repeatedly pressed him to explain his reaction to their earlier conversation, but he managed to steer her away from it, and promised to explain it all after dinner.


Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01



He hoped that she would simply forget about it and drop the subject. The truth of the matter was that he had been obsessing about his conversation with Anthony for days. He had even conducted some research online, and validated that what his friend had told him about the Las Vegas tournament was true. It seemed impossible to believe at first, and yet, not only did this tournament exist, but the prize money was exactly what Anthony said it was.

Aaron had spent many sleepless nights tossing and turning over the idea, and had vivid dreams of his wife entering this tournament and blowing a bunch of random strangers. He was surprised to discover that he was greatly aroused by the idea of it, but he struggled to understand exactly why it was.

After finishing their dinner, they enjoyed a lengthy time snuggling together on the couch and watching television. Afterward, they retired to bed. He initiated sex, and was pleased that she was receptive to his advances.

They spooned together for a while, and he kissed the back of her neck, and nibbled on her ear. Reflexively, his hard cock throbbed against her ample behind. She responded by gyrating her hips against him, which gave him a clear signal to continue.

As he continued to kiss her neck, his hands roamed to her breasts. Although she was well-endowed when he met her, her breasts had swelled immensely after she gave birth to Jamie. She gained quite a bit of weight during her pregnancy, but he didn't mind it a bit. He found it sexy that she had become so curvy and womanly. Rochelle, however, didn't embrace her new figure nearly as much. She hid her body behind clothing that was several sizes too large, and seemed embarrassed and ashamed of the weight she had gained. In Aaron's eyes, she never looked better. Yet, no matter how often he told her this, she didn't seem to believe him.

He moved on top of her, and kissed her passionately. His kisses moved down to her neck, and then to her breasts. He spent a great deal of time kissing, sucking, licking and squeezing her tits, and she moaned with pleasure, and ran her fingernails through his hair. He then moved even lower, and flicked his tongue over her warm, wet pussy. She writhed around the bed in response, and moaned in ecstasy.

He flipped her over onto all fours, and rubbed his hard cock along her wet slit before gently pushing it inside her. She groaned, and pushed herself back to get him deeper inside her. This time, he was in charge of the pace, and he firmly held her rear in his hands. Asher breasts had swelled over the years, so had her ass, and Aaron found it incredibly sexy.

As he slowly worked his way in and out, she responded with loud moaning. Since their daughter had moved away from home, he noticed that Rochelle had become much more vocal in bed. It was one of the many benefits of having an empty nest. He thrust himself into her more forcefully, enjoying the sound of his hips slapping against her ass, as well as the view of her butt cheeks rippling with each and every thrust.

"I'm really close," he warned her, and she responded by reaching underneath and rubbing her clit.

He continued to pound away, harder and harder. He was on the verge of ecstasy, and held back as long as he could. At last, she emitted a loud moan, and her muscles expanded and contracted around his cock. He recognized this signal, and pumped harder and faster until he exploded inside her. They collapsed together into a mass of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As he held her in his arms, he felt himself slowly drift away from consciousness.

"So what was this conversation that you had with Anthony?" she asked, yanking him back into reality.

"Honey...just drop it," he said, groggily.

"No, I want to know. Were you talking about me?"

She could be so stubborn sometimes. It was one of the traits that he found both alluring and annoying.

"We were just talking about how some people have special talents, and how they waste their talent by not making any money from it. I found it funny, because you said the same thing earlier. That's all."

"And you weren't talking about cooking?" she asked.

"No, it wasn't about me," he answered.

"So...whose talent is being wasted? Does Anthony have a talent I don't know about?"

"Why are you pushing this so hard?" Aaron implored.

"I just get a really weird feeling that you're holding something back from me," she responded. It was so annoying to him that she was right so often.

"Okay, fine. We were talking about you, okay? Your talent."

She laughed. "What talent? I have no talent."

"Oh, yes, you do," he said.

There was a long pause.

"You're not talking about...that. Are you?"

Although it was dark in their bedroom, she could clearly see him nod his head.

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe you told him about that!" she said.

"I'm sorry, honey," Aaron said, "but I love bragging about you. And you are really - really - good at that particular thing."

"You're ridiculous," she said. "I'm flattered that you think so, but I'm no better than any other woman, I'm sure."

"No," Aaron insisted, "you are exceptional. Trust me."

"Again, I'm flattered," she said, "but how would you know? You've only been with two other women in your entire life."

"Three," he corrected.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I forgot about Kathy. But you said she only gave you a blowjob."

"Well, that's what I'm talking about," he responded. "I've had blowjobs from four different women, and you are - by far - the best. I mean, it's not even close."

Rochelle buried her head in her husband's chest in embarrassment.

"Well, I'm glad that you think so," she said. "But why the hell would you talk about that with Anthony?"

"Like I said, we were having the same exact conversation, and it just struck me as funny. That's all."

"Wait a minute. You were talking about making money off of our talents. Are you implying that I should become a hooker?"

"Jesus, no! No, no, no," he said, stroking her hair. "That's not it at all. Anthony told me about a tournament in Vegas. It's a high-stakes tournament. It has nothing to do with you. I just said you would win it, hands-down."

"What kind of tournament?"

Aaron hesitated. The logical half of his brain was screaming for him to run away from this conversation as fast as possible. But his "little brain" was telling him to press on.

"It's nothing, honey," he said. "Seriously. I don't know why you're interrogating me like this."

"I'm not interrogating you. I just want to know what you were saying about me. What tournament were you talking about?"

"It's a dick-sucking tournament. Okay?" After the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he practically shouted them. He lowered his voice. "We were talking about a dick-sucking tournament. In Vegas. It's a really high-stakes tournament. I said - jokingly - that you would win that tournament. And I believe that; I really do. But it wasn't a serious conversation."

There was a long silence. Rochelle rested her head once again, and her soft hair tickled his chest.

"A dick-sucking tournament?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Like, that's a real thing? Women actually do that?"

"Yeah."

Another long pause.

"How can they demean themselves like that?" she asked.

"Well, how is it demeaning? No one is forcing them to do it. They're competitors. It's like a hotdog eating contest, only with dicks instead of hotdogs. No one thinks the people in those hotdog eating contests are demeaned in any way. Hell, they're considered athletes."

"So you think a woman that sucks dicks is an athlete?"

"Well...in a way, yeah," he responded. "I mean, what is an 'athlete', exactly? It's someone who performs a physical feat in a contest. Right? So, how is hotdog eating any different than dick-sucking?"

"Umm...because dick-sucking is sexual?" Rochelle snapped back.

"Says who?" Aaron retorted. "Because it involves a dick? So, would a pissing contest be sexual? If you ask me, the ones who are being demeaned are the guys who are having their dicks sucked. I mean, they're just used as props in a contest. They're like a bunch of cows standing in line to be milked. To me, that's demeaning. There's nothing demeaning about what the women are doing. They're the ones in charge. They're the stars of the show. And they're the ones who benefit in the end."

There was another long period of silence, as Rochelle seemed to collect her thoughts.

"I just...I've never heard of such a thing," she said, finally.

"Me, neither," Aaron responded. "Anthony and I were just talking. Just two guys at a bar, talking about guy stuff. Apparently, he's seen this tournament before. Live, in Vegas. I guess it's a big deal. There's a lot of money in it."

"How much money?"

"Grand prize is $200,000."

She gasped. There was another long period of silence, and Aaron thought for a moment that she had fallen asleep.

"$200,000?" she asked, suddenly.

"Yeah, $200K," he answered. "Second place is $50K, I think."

She stroked her fingernails through his chest hair.

"You wouldn't really want me to do that, right?"

"Do what? Enter that tournament? No, of course not." There was silence for a long while. "You wouldn't want to do that...right?" he asked.

"I guess not," she answered.

He sat up in bed, now fully awake.

"You guess not? What do you mean 'guess?' You mean you'd actually consider it?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at him.

"Okay, let's just step back a second. Would you really be okay with me sucking some guy's dick?"

Aaron had put a lot of thought into that question since his conversation with Anthony. He couldn't deny that every time the thought occurred to him, he got a massive hard-on. He couldn't explain why that happened, exactly, but it was undeniable that he found the idea of his wife sucking another man's cock to be arousing.

"It's not like you would fall in love with the guy or anything," he explained. "You'd just be sucking his dick, right? Like a farmer milking a cow."

Rochelle burst into laughter at the image he created.

"You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" she giggled.

"I just don't see a big deal about you sucking a dick if there's no love or affection involved. You'd just be using some guy to get his cum. There's nothing really sexual about that, and no reason for me to be jealous."

Rochelle chuckled once more. "Wow," she said, "that is quite a justification you've built in your head."

"Am I wrong? Would you fall in love with some guy just because you sucked his dick? Would you love me any less if you did?"

"Of course not," she said.

"Well...there you go."

After another long pause, she spoke once more.

"Well, I'm flattered that you think I'm so good at sucking dick that I could win a national tournament. But like I said, you don't have much of a basis for comparison. I'm only the best that you've ever had. And I'm sorry to tell you, honey, but you haven't had that many."

"And I'm telling you," Aaron insisted, "you have a natural and unique talent. You just don't realize how good you are. You're always telling me that I have a talent for cooking. Well, I'm telling you that you have a talent, too. You may think it's a trivial talent, but the fact that someone is willing to pay $200,000 for that talent tells me that it isn't trivial at all. It's a gift. And someone told me that when you have a unique gift, it is a shame to waste it."

"I'm going to sleep," she said. "Something tells me we'll both regret this conversation in the morning."

***

Aaron normally awoke two hours earlier than Rochelle on Monday mornings, and so he was surprised to see her plod down the stairs in the wee hours of the morning and sit beside him as he sipped his coffee.

"What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep," she explained, yawning and stretching.

"You're not still obsessing about that conversation from last night, are you?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, I am," she stated flatly.

"Honey, I'm sorry I even mentioned it. That's why I didn't even want to mention it, but you kept pressing me. You're right, it would be beneath your dignity to enter that tournament. But then again, so is waiting tables. And mowing lawns at my age is beneath my dignity. We all sacrifice a little of our dignity to make our lives better. But I'll tell you one thing, if I busted my ass and mowed every lawn in town, I wouldn't make as much money as you would make in four days in Vegas. That's just a fact."

Rochelle rose from her chair, walked across the room, and filled her mug with coffee. She leaned against the counter as she spoke.

"How do you even know I'm that good?" she asked. "Maybe I just know you so well after being married for so long that I know what you like. Maybe I wouldn't be nearly as good with another guy."

"Maybe," Aaron said. "I guess there's only one way to know for sure."

She stared at him, attempting to discern whether he meant what she thought he meant.

"You mean suck someone else's dick?" Her expression revealed nothing about her emotion.

"Well, yeah," Aaron replied, cautiously, "I guess so."

"And whose dick would I suck?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Anyone."

"I'm not just going to suck some stranger's dick," she said. "That doesn't sound safe."

Aaron thought for a moment. "How about Anthony?" he asked.

"Are you insane?" she asked with her jaw opened.

"I trust Anthony with my life. We've known each other forever, and he'd never, ever do either of us any harm. He's also been with a ton of women, so he'd be a good judge of talent."

"You are not seriously suggesting that I suck Anthony's dick," she said.

"I trust him more than anyone in the world - except you, of course. We've been together forever. I know he would give us an honest answer and settle this matter once and for all. I wouldn't trust anyone else."

"You're asking me to blow your friend. You don't think that would be a little weird?"

"I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm just saying that if you were to seriously consider this, then I would support you doing this with Anthony."

"This is crazy," she said, shaking her head. "You know that, right?"

Aaron nodded his head. She sat in silence and drank her coffee. He could see the wheels turning in her head.

"$200,000 would cover Jamie's tuition," she said, thinking out loud. "And there would be plenty left over for our other bills. If you sold your business, and combined that money with the rest of the winnings, you could even buy that restaurant you've always wanted."

"If you were to enter that tournament and win," he said, "I would sell my business and buy that restaurant."

Rochelle stared at him, and saw that he was serious. She recognized that this could be a life-changing decision in more ways than one.

"You can't keep mowing lawns and plowing driveways forever," she reasoned. "I know you hate the landscaping business. I spent fourteen years staying at home with Jamie while you were out doing something you hated doing, in order to support our lifestyle. And you have no idea how much I appreciate everything you've done for our family. I guess this would be an opportunity for me to contribute."

"Honey, you don't have to do this," he said.

"Oh, I know I don't have to," she responded. "But I think that...maybe...I might want to."

Aaron sat silently, and watched his wife as she struggled to justify her decision.

"You really think I'm that good?" she asked.

Aaron nodded with a smile.

"Okay, then. Let's find out for sure."

***

That evening, Aaron invited Anthony to dinner. The three of them sat around their kitchen table and enjoyed a plate of homemade pasta and sauce that Aaron had prepared over the weekend. They laughed and chatted as usual, and shared a bottle of wine that Anthony had brought with him. When dinner ended, Aaron finally revealed the reason why Anthony had been invited.

"So, tell me more about this tournament in Vegas," Aaron said.

Anthony shot him a look of confusion, and his eyes darted back and forth between Aaron and Rochelle.

"It's okay," Aaron assured him. "She knows about it. I told her about it."

"You fucking told her?" Anthony said with a chuckle. "What's the matter with you?"

"When is it?" Rochelle asked.

"Why?" Anthony asked with a laugh. "You want me to get you some tickets?"

"Actually," she said, "I was thinking of competing."

Anthony's mouth gaped open, and his wide eyes flicked back and forth between them.

"You're fucking with me, right?" he asked. Both Aaron and Rochelle shook their heads and smiled. They were thoroughly enjoying his reaction.

"Seriously, when is the tournament?" Rochelle repeated.

"It's in November," he responded. "You're not serious."

"She's serious, bro" Aaron answered with a look of glee. Anthony couldn't stop shaking his head.

"How does it work?" she asked. "How is the winner determined?"

"It's basically a race," Anthony explained, still visibly uncomfortable with the line of questioning. "The woman who gets their guys to finish first wins."

"But some guys cum quicker than others," Rochelle said. "So how is that fair?"

"They blow three guys per match," Anthony explained, although he appeared clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. "The odds eventually even out, and the most talented women generally win more often than the others. The people who put this together go a lot to make sure the matches are as fair as possible. The guys who participate are all screened for health, they're all required to jerk off three days before their appearance, so they all start from the same point. They're all blindfolded, and they wear noise-canceling headphones, to block out any distractions. Their turns are randomly generated. Their dicks all have to be the same size."

"How big?" she interrupted.

"About seven inches long, average thickness," he responded. "It gives the contestants a little bit of a challenge, but isn't so big that it's difficult to find enough cocks for the contest."

"Where do they find these guys?"

"It ain't exactly difficult finding guys who want their dicks sucked by championship-caliber cock-suckers, believe me. They get more applications than they can handle."

"You seem to know an awful lot about this!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I know things. I've been out there a few times, and know a few people."

"There's just one thing I need to know before I'd seriously consider it," Rochelle said. "Aaron seems to think I'm the best...you know...cocksucker. I think his opinion is extremely biased."

Her face turned a deep red.

"We were thinking," Aaron interrupted, "that maybe you could give us your unbiased and honest opinion."

Anthony's eyes grew even wider. He turned to Rochelle. "You want me to watch you suck his cock?"

She shook her head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Anthony said, loudly, and held both hands out in front of him. "No, I don't think that's a good idea at all."

"Anthony...I trust you," Aaron said. "I'm giving you permission. We go back a long, long way, man. I'm asking you to do this as a favor for me. For us."

"A favor?" Anthony shouted, incredulously. "For you? If she's as good as you say she is, then that seems like a favor to me!"

"However you want to look at it is cool," Aaron responded.

Anthony turned to Rochelle. "And you're okay with this?"

She nodded her head and gave him a dirty grin.

"This is unbelievable," he said. He looked at both of them. "You both are fucking crazy, you know that. You're sure you want to do this?"

"How many times are you going to ask?" Aaron said. "We're sure. It's just a blowjob, man. Don't turn it into a big deal."

"Just a blowjob," Anthony responded with a laugh. "Okay, fine. I'll go along with you. What do you want me to do?"




Cocksucking Competition Ch. 01



"Just stand up," Rochelle said, "before I change my mind."



Cocksucking Competition Ch. 02



Anthony stood, hesitantly, and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony.

"You have to take it out for me," she said.

Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. It was already becoming engorged.

Rochelle simply stared it at for a moment. It had been more than twenty years since she had seen another man's naked penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and it continued to grow. Her eyes shifted to her wedding ring, and she looked again at her husband. He gave her a reassuring nod.

At last, she moved closer to the now nearly-erect cock in her hand, and placed her mouth over it. It felt different than her husband's, and she suddenly felt her panties moisten. Normally, she would take her time and enjoy the experience, but she knew she was auditioning for a race, so she swallowed his cock entirely to the base and used her powerful tongue to milk it to full hardness.

"Holy fuck!" Anthony groaned.

Grabbing him by the hips, Rochelle stroked his cock with her mouth, bobbing up and down his length at a quickened pace. With each thrust, she took his entire length into the back of her throat, and then out to the head. Over and over, she worked on him, using her tongue and luscious lips to the best of her ability.

She could feel his dick swell in her mouth, and Anthony elicited a loud groan. He flooded her mouth with hot cum, and she swallowed it all instantly, while noticing the distinctively different taste than her husband's. She continued to swallow until she was satisfied that he had finished. Removing him from her mouth, she rose to her feet.

Anthony's knees practically buckled underneath him, and he collapsed back onto his chair. "Holy fuck," he repeated.

For a moment, the three of them were silent. Rochelle looked at her husband, and noticed a strange look on his face. She asked Anthony to excuse them, and then led Aaron into the living room.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, I'm good," Aaron said. He was still looking at her strangely.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I can't really explain it," he said, "but..."

He unzipped his pants and produced his rock-hard cock.

"I don't think I've ever been more excited in my life."

She smiled wide, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth. She had barely begun to work on him when her mouth filled with another load of cum. He stifled a moan as several more spurts coated her throat. She swallowed it all eagerly, happy to have earned another "prize."

"I guess you're good, then," she said as she rose to her feet. Aaron nodded.

"I'm even better now," he said, reassuringly.

When they re-entered the kitchen, Anthony was still seated where they had left him. It appeared as though he hadn't moved a muscle. They took their chairs around the table.

"Well?" Rochelle said, looking at Anthony. His face was flush.

"I have to say, that was fucking amazing," he said. "No, seriously. That truly is a unique gift you have."

"The best you've ever had?" Aaron asked, proudly.

"Dude, I've had a lot of blowjobs in my life," Anthony stated. "I'm not prepared to say she's the best I've ever had, based on that one brief experience. But she's definitely up there. A few years ago, I had my dick sucked by one of the contestants in the NCC's, and Rochelle just blew her away. No pun intended."

They laughed, and both Aaron's and Rochelle's smiles were ear-to-ear.

"She does something really unique with her mouth," Anthony continued. "I don't know what it is. And those big lips feel incredible. And her tongue is so strong, and creates a kind of...suction, I guess. Like I said, I can't explain it, but it was like fucking a really tight and wet pussy. Actually, it felt better than that. I can't even describe it."

"You don't need to," Aaron stated proudly. "I've been on the receiving end many, many times."

"You, my friend, are one lucky man."

"So you think she's good enough to compete in the NCC's?" Aaron asked, still beaming with pride.

"This is just my amateur opinion," Anthony stated carefully, "but I think she could win the fucking thing. Let's put it this way. The average time for a contender in the tournament to finish a guy is around three minutes and twenty seconds."

"Wow," Aaron muttered.

"The best of the contenders usually run around two minutes and fifty seconds. Last year's winner, Candy Cummings, averaged around two and a half. I didn't have a stopwatch just now, but I couldn't have lasted more than a minute. Granted, I was mostly hard before she started. In the tournament, they would have disqualified me. But I also just jerked off yesterday, so to make me cum that quickly, a day later, is pretty fucking amazing."

"So, how do I sign up?" Rochelle asked.

"You don't," Anthony explained. "No one signs up. There are thirty-two contenders in total, and they're all sponsored."

"Sponsored? By who?" Aaron asked.

"Lots of different people," Anthony said. "Investors, gamblers, people associated with the webcast. I told you before, there is a shitload of money being made in this tournament. In addition to the webcast money and the gate receipts at the event itself, there is also a huge amount of money made from gambling on the competition."

"Well, of course," Aaron said, nodding his head. "It is Vegas, after all."

"People bet on everything. The overall winner, the winner of each round, the final score of the championship round..."

"Final score?" Rochelle asked.

"There are four days in the tournament, and each day features a different event," Anthony explained. "The final round lasts for fifteen minutes. The winner is determined by how many loads each contestant is able to get in that time. Last year, Candy won by a score of seven to four. It was a blow-out. That time, the pun was intended."

"Seven loads in fifteen minutes?" Rochelle said, her expression falling. It hadn't really occurred to her just how many dicks she would have to suck to get that prize money. Given that she had just sucked her first new cock in more than twenty years, the thought of it was daunting.

"So, it sounds like it's just about impossible to get into this tournament," Aaron said with an expression of disappointment.

"Normally, yeah," Anthony said. Then he added with a smile, "but lucky for you, I know some people."

***

Aaron and Rochelle arrived at the tall building located in the heart of Boston's financial district, and took the elevator to the top floor. They were met by a secretary, who eventually led them into the main office. Vincent Minotti met them with a warm smile and a hearty handshake, and invited them to sit in the chairs situated in front of his large mahogany desk.

Surrounding them were large windows revealing the city skyline, which was bathed in a warm orange glow of the setting sun. Minotti was an older man with dark features who appeared to be in his late sixties. He wore what appeared to be a very expensive Italian suit, with a silk tie, golden cufflinks and a large gold watch.

"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked in a gravelly voice with a thick Boston accent. Both Aaron and Rochelle declined.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm having one," he said. "It is the end of a long and profitable week, and I think I deserve it."

With that, he poured himself a glass of scotch, took a sip, and reclined in his leather chair.

"So, what brings you here today?" he asked, staring intently at Rochelle.

"Your nephew, Anthony, mentioned that you may be able to help us," Aaron said. "We're looking for a sponsor for the NCC's in Vegas this year."

Minotti's eyes never diverted from Rochelle. She held her husband's hand upon his lap and squeezed. She was practically shaking.

"Why are [i]you[/i] here?" Minotti asked, directly to Rochelle. She swallowed hard, and her voice cracked.

"Like my husband said, we're looking for a sponsor for the tournament."

"What I mean is," Minotti said, taking another sip of scotch. "why do you want to do this? You look like a nice lady. A soccer mom. You've been married for a long time?"

"Twenty years," she said, proudly.

"So why are you here?"

Rochelle squeezed Aaron's hand and leaned forward a little, exposing her ample cleavage. Aaron had encouraged her to wear a low-cut blouse to this interview, as he felt it might help her chances.

"I think I can win," she stated, "and we could use the money."

The expression on Minotti's face changed, and he appeared disappointed by that response.

"...and I love sucking cock," she added.

Minotti erupted in a loud, cackling laughter, and Aaron and Rochelle laughed with him, nervously. Minotti laughed so hard that he began coughing. He took another sip of scotch.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said with a wide smile. He leaned back and squinted toward her, then framed his hands around her face. "You know, you have a little Monica Lewinsky thing going. Has anyone ever told you that?"

She shook her head and smiled.

"You know, this tournament is, first and foremost, about entertaining our audience. My investment firm discovered this event in its very early stage, and today we own a very large share of the media branch of the event. We stream this event to millions of people all over the world, and we make a lot of money doing so. Our audience isn't necessarily concerned with the talent level of the contestants. They just want a good show. Most of the contestants are gorgeous women. I wouldn't say their skill is secondary - in fact, they are probably the best in the world - but people generally aren't going to pay $49.95 to watch an average-looking, middle-aged housewife give great head."

Rochelle nodded her head, and her smile faded.

"That said, I think there's an interesting storyline here. Our audience might connect with an underdog story like yours. Having someone like you in the tournament lends it a little realism, a little credibility. We've been accused in the past of staging and scripting everything, and that hurts the brand. Seeing an average-looking soccer mom in this tournament may be just what we need. Especially if you're good enough to advance to the later rounds."

Rochelle's expression brightened a bit, and she still held tightly to her husband's hand.

"Of course, you aren't the only candidate that we're interviewing for this slot," Minotti continued. "And, of course, we would have to ask you for a demonstration of your ability."

Rochelle was prepared for this situation, as she and Aaron had discussed the probability that she would be asked to perform during this interview. She nodded her affirmation to Minotti. He arose from his chair and walked around the desk, and she released her husband's hand, and lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

"Oh, no, no, my dear," Minotti said, patting her gently on the shoulder. "Although I'm sure I would enjoy it, I won't be doing the evaluation myself."

Flushed with embarrassment, Rochelle returned to her chair as Minotti walked to the door. He spoke to his secretary, and left the door open as he returned to his desk. Moments later, four men wearing expensive business suits walked through the door, with the last shutting it behind him.

"Rochelle, this is our evaluation team," Minotti said. "Team, this is Rochelle."

Each member of the team nodded in her direction, although none smiled. They seemed to take their jobs very seriously.

"Rochelle, sweetie, if you wouldn't mind," Minotti said, motioning to the man on the far left, who was taking his limp cock out of his pants. After releasing it, he stood with his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead.

Rochelle looked nervously at Aaron, who gave her a nod and a smile.

"You can do this," he whispered.

She walked over to the man and dropped to her knees. She was just about to reach for his cock when the man on the far right spoke to her.

"When I say go," he directed. She noticed that he was holding a stopwatch and a clipboard. "Go," he said.

Rochelle wasted no time, and stuffed the man's cock into her mouth. Within moments, he had filled her to the back of her throat. He was a bit larger than she was used to, and it was difficult for her to breathe at first, but she was soon able to find a comfortable rhythm. She pumped her mouth over his shaft again and again, using her lips and tongue to elicit his sweet nectar as quickly as possible. She was quickly rewarded, as she felt his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, and found that he tasted oddly sweet.

She took his cock out of her mouth, and turned toward the man on the right for her next instruction.

"Why did you stop? Did he finish?" the man asked. Rochelle looked confused. The man let out an exasperated sigh, and clicked his stopwatch. "You have to display the cum, darling. Has no one explained the tournament rules to you?"

She shook her head, and the man rolled his eyes.

"Next time, either have the man cum on your face, or spit it out."

"Just don't spit on my rug, please," Minotti added. He then handed her an empty glass. "Here," he said, "you can use this if you want."

She took the glass and sheepishly stood to her feet. The man with the clipboard let out another exasperated sigh.

"Whenever you're ready," he said, and motioned toward the next man in line, who had already taken his limp cock out. Rochelle knelt in front of him.

"Go."

She took the second man's cock in her mouth. Once it reached full length, she noticed it was the same size as the first man's. She vigorously worked her mouth over his shaft until he, too, unleashed inside her mouth. She nearly swallowed it before remembering what to do. She quickly grabbed the glass beside her and spit a large amount of fluid into it.

"Good," the man with the clipboard said, and jotted down some figures.

The next man in the line stood with his limp cock out, staring straight ahead with his hands behind his back, just like the others. Rochelle crawled over to him on her hands and knees and positioned herself in front of him.

"Go."

The third man became erect much quicker than the other two, and Rochelle verified that he was the same size. Although she was becoming sore from all the pounding of the other two large cocks against the back of her throat, she pushed ahead. She could see it was the end of the line, and she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She worked her mouth furiously over his shaft until his cock swelled, and his balls tightened, unloading another wave of cum into her mouth. It was so much that she nearly choked. She spit it into the glass, and the man with the clipboard made another notation.

All four men left the room, leaving Rochelle still kneeling on the floor. She eventually figured out that her demonstration was over, and returned to her chair.

"Impressive," Minotti said with a smile. He looked at his watch. "I'm guessing that took less than eight minutes. Impressive, indeed."

Minotti stared at Rochelle in quiet contemplation.

"Do you have any questions for me?" he asked.

"When will we hear from you?" Aaron asked.

"Soon," Minotti answered. "Our people will contact you shortly, and let you know either way."

"If I am accepted," Rochelle asked, "what are the next steps?"

"We'll come to that if and when we get to that point, darling," Minotti answered. "Now, if there are no further questions, I need to get back to work."

Aaron and Rochelle shook their heads, and Minotti rose to shake their hands.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asked as they departed from the building.

"Yeah," Rochelle answered, "I'm fine."

"That wasn't too bad, was it?"

"No. It was actually kind of fun," she said with a smile. She then reached down and grabbed his crotch. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to enjoy the show as well."

"When we get home," Aaron responded, "I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Promises, promises," she said with a grin.

***

The phone call came eight days later. Aaron answered the phone, and wore a smile from ear to ear as the news was delivered. He hung up and embraced Rochelle. They shared a passionate kiss, and spent the rest of the night engaging in excited conversation. The tournament was only six months away, and they spent the next several days planning their trip. 

Minotti and Associates were footing the entire bill for their trip to Las Vegas. They would pay for the airfare, hotel, and transportation, as well as the entry fee to the tournament. Of course, they insisted on a thirty percent cut if she won any prize money. Rochelle was already listed on the tournament's web site, although she had been given the pseudonym "Molly Mounds." Aaron and Rochelle shared a huge belly laugh together when they first read the name.

"Molly Mounds??" Rochelle blurted, laughing in hysterics.

"Hey, it could be worse," Aaron said, while scanning the list of contestants. "There are a lot of ridiculous names listed here. 'Taylor Swallows.' 'Heidi Slicktongue.' 'Penelope Chokes.' 'Mila Lipscumm.' 'Charlee Throatbanger.' 'Cindy Silkthroat.'..." 

Their laughter was interrupted by the ringing of their phone. Rochelle answered, and her smile was replaced with a look of annoyance. She hung up, and set the phone down on the table with a thud.

"What's wrong?" Aaron asked.

"It was Minotti's office," she replied. "They're sending a guy over to 'evaluate me.'"

"What? Why?"

"They said it's part of the contract we signed. Apparently, I'm subject to periodic evaluations to ensure that I'm maintaining my level of performance."

"Well, that seems reasonable," Aaron calmly intoned. "After all, they're making a big investment in you."

"It's just annoying," she pouted. "How many times do I need to prove myself to those people? I'm not their little whore, to be used at their whim whenever they feel like it."

"I'm sure that's not how they're treating you, Ro."

"Oh, give me a break, Aaron. You know they're sending some guy over here from the office to get a blowjob as a reward for good work. It has nothing to do with the tournament."

Before Aaron could respond, the doorbell rang.

"That was fast," he said.

Rochelle swung open the door, and a young man stood at the doorway, holding a clipboard.

"Good evening," he said with a smile. "I'm really sorry to bother you. I hope it's a good time for you."

Rochelle grabbed his hand, yanked him inside, and shut the door behind him.

"That's awfully thoughtful of you," she sneered, "but there really is no good time for this."

Before he could say another word, she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his fly, and yanked down his pants and underwear. His limp cock dangled in front of her, and she took it straight into her mouth. The young man wore an expression of shock and pleasure as she furiously worked her mouth over his tool.

As she reached around to grab his ass and pull him toward her, he held himself in place by grabbing the table in the hallway. She pumped her mouth so hard against him that she nearly knocked him over with each thrust. Finally, he gave a loud and extended moan. His muscles seized, and he shook as she finished him off.

She rose to her feet, put her face directly in front of his, and opened her mouth to show that it was full of his cum. She then swallowed in one big gulp.

"Satisfied?" she said. The young man simply nodded. "Good, now get out."

She opened the door, and he scurried away with his dick still sticking out from his pants. Aaron burst into laughter, and Rochelle's expression eventually cracked until she joined him.




Cocksucking Competition Ch. 02



"I wish I could read that evaluation!" Aaron said.

"That little prick came so quickly, I don't think he knew what he had signed up for," she said with a smile.

They returned to the living room, and Aaron fired up the laptop to visit the tournament homepage. One of the items on their to-do list was to make sure they fully understood the rules of the tournament. They learned that the tournament begins with sixteen contestants, who are ranked according to their performance in a preliminary round. They are then matched up head-to-head, according to their ranking. In the first round, each contestant sucks three cocks, one at a time. A point is earned for each cumshot. The first contestant to reach three points moves on to the next round.

As Aaron continued his research, and Rochelle became enthralled by a television show, they heard a knock at their door. They gave each other a perplexed look, and Aaron rose to answer the door.

"How you doing?" a man said. "Is this the Thomas residence?"

"It is," Aaron responded.

"I'm here from Minotti and Associates. I believe they told you I was coming tonight."

Aaron looked at him in confusion. "Didn't you already send a guy here earlier?"

The man shook his head.

Aaron's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He couldn't help but laugh to himself. He looked over toward the table in the hallway, and noticed that the young man from earlier that night had left his clipboard behind. He picked it up and read it, and then laughed again. He invited the Minotti rep inside, and led him into the living room.

"Honey," Aaron called as he entered the room with the Minotti rep trailing behind him, "this man is from the Minotti group."

"What?" she said, incredulously. "Another one?"

"No," Aaron said, and held up the clipboard. "That other kid that was here? He was selling magazines."

The startled look on her face elicited another roar of laughter from Aaron. He laughed so hard that his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the sofa. Rochelle simply stood, completely motionless, with her mouth gaped open.

"Can we get to this?" the Minotti rep said with a deadpan expression. "I gotta get somewhere after this."

Rochelle let out an exasperated sigh, and slowly walked toward him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and patiently waited for him to take his dick out.

***

Over the next several weeks, men from the Minotti office would show up at Rochelle's front door. Having learned her lesson, she always made sure they verified who they were before she performed for them. She was struck by the professional and no-nonsense approach of these evaluators. Although she had her doubts at first, these men were truly serious about their business.

On one occasion, a Minotti rep appeared at her door, and after allowing him inside, she took his dick in her mouth. Strangely, it took him longer than usual to become hard in her mouth. She worked and worked at him for an extended time before he finally burst in her mouth. By the time he left, she was exhausted.

"I don't know what just happened," she remarked to Aaron after the man from Minotti's group had left. "He just wasn't responding to anything I was doing."

Aaron merely shrugged his shoulders. "You can't win 'em all, honey. Maybe he had a bad day. Maybe he's just the kind of guy who takes a long time to finish. I'm sure it has nothing to do with you."

A few days later, there was another knock at the door. This time, it was a woman who stood in their doorway. She was a pretty and petite, young Asian woman, who introduced herself as Mai Lin. She explained in a heavy accent that she was sent by Minotti and Associates.

Aaron welcomed her inside, and escorted her into the living room, where she was greeted by Rochelle.

"This is Rochelle?" Mai Lin said with a look of astonishment. Rochelle simply nodded. Mai Lin stepped back a bit and looked at her from head to toe.

"You no look like typical Minotti girl," she said.

"I think that was the goal," Aaron responded. Mai Lin gave Rochelle another long look and shrugged her shoulders.

"I was sent here to be your personal trainer," she explained. Rochelle gave Aaron a puzzled look.

"No one told me anything about a trainer," Rochelle said.

"Well, I am here now," Mai Lin responded. "Sent here to help you."

"Okay," Rochelle responded hesitantly. "I didn't realize I needed help."

"Tournament is only one month from now," Mai Lin continued. "I will help. I work in blowjob bar in Thailand for many years. That is where Minotti people found me. I was Minotti girl for three year. Finish in second place two year ago."

"Blowjob bar?" Rochelle said, looking at Aaron. He responded with a shrug.

"Many men visit blowjob bar," Mai Lin explained. "Very popular. Look it up."

"Okay, fine," Rochelle said. "What do you want me to do?"

"First, I need demonstration," Mai Lin said. "Show me what you do."

Rochelle appeared confused. Mai Lin simply motioned toward Aaron. Rochelle smiled, and knelt in front of her husband. He helped her take his pants down, revealing his ratty boxer shorts with the holes in them. Aaron blushed. He wasn't expecting to be standing in his underwear in front of a strange woman that evening. When Rochelle lowered his boxers, he felt even more self-conscious. He hadn't shown his cock to another woman since he had met Rochelle.

Rochelle took his cock into her mouth and kept it fully inside her, swirling her tongue around his balls and the underside of his shaft until it was fully engorged. She then began bobbing her lips up and down along his shaft.

"Okay, stop," Mai Lin said, suddenly. "Tournament rules say mouth must be on cock at all times. But that does not mean you cannot use your hands."

"Aaron prefers that I only use my mouth," Rochelle explained.

"Not all men like Aaron," Mai Lin countered.

Rochelle did as she instructed and jerked Aaron's cock while keeping her mouth over his head.

"Don't just pump," Mai Lin instructed. "Rotate. Men like rotation, too. Let me show you."

Mai Lin knelt down next to Rochelle and took Aaron's cock in her hand. Rochelle looked at Aaron with a wide-eyed expression, and Aaron returned with a look of shock. He moved his hands in front of himself in an attempt to move Mai Lin away, but she pushed his hands away.

"Hands behind your back, please," she said, sternly. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his cock and began rotating back and forth. "Now, if you rotate like this, this very pleasurable. You can even use two hands like this, and rotate in opposite directions. Combine with mouth and tongue."

With that, Mai Lin leaned forward and took Aaron's cock into her mouth. As she bobbed up and down, and flicked her tongue under his head, her delicate hands moved in rhythmic circles around the base of his shaft. She stopped for a moment.

"You see?" she said. She then noticed the look of bewilderment on Rochelle's face, and it seemed to occur to her that she had crossed a social barrier. "This is okay, I suck Aaron's cock?"

Rochelle laughed. "Well, it's a little late to ask! But yeah, it's fine." She gave Aaron a wink and a smile.

"Okay, you practice what I just did," Mai Lin said. Rochelle mimicked the moves, while Mai Lin watched with a critical eye.

"Okay, very good," Mai Lin said. "Now I show you another method."

Mai Lin grasped Aaron's cock once again, and put him all the way into the back of her throat in one smooth motion. She removed him completely from her mouth.

"You know how deepthroat?" she asked Rochelle, who nodded. "Good. When cock all the way inside, you make swallowing motion. This create suction, and press your tongue up. Okay?"

Rochelle nodded, and Mai Lin demonstrated, taking Aaron's cock all the way into her throat. He responded with a low moan, and Rochelle smiled as she watched the expression on his face.

"Now," Mai Lin said, removing his throbbing cock from her mouth once again. "Don't forget balls. Rules say we cannot put finger in the ass, but we can press this spot right next to asshole." She lifted Aaron's balls, and pressed on his perineum.

"That spot will get hard as man reach orgasm," Mai Lin continued. "You massage that spot while deepthroating and swallowing, and most men cum very quickly."

She swallowed Aaron's cock once again, and pressed her long fingernails underneath his balls. While making short strokes with her mouth, she circled his perineum with her fingertips. Aaron emitted a loud groan. She pulled her mouth away, and a large amount of cum spewed from her mouth and down her chin as several more spurts erupted from Aaron's cock.

"You see?" Mai Lin said. Rochelle simply smiled. 

"I go clean up," Mai Lin said. "I will be right back."

Rochelle pointed her in the direction of their bathroom while Aaron picked up his pants from the floor. He looked at her and laughed.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" she teased.

"When I woke up this morning, I never expected to get a blowjob from a little Asian woman," he whispered. "Are you okay with what just happened?"

"Okay?" Rochelle said. "Are you kidding me? After everything I've been doing, I'd be quite a hypocrite if I weren't okay with that."

"So then you don't mind if she does it again?" Aaron asked with a smile. Rochelle responded by slapping him on the shoulder.

***

Over the next two weeks, Mai Lin arrived at the house for more "training sessions." She not only demonstrated blowjob techniques, but coached Rochelle on various aspects of playing to the crowd, handling the media and being aware of camera angles. She reminded her that this was, after all, a media event.

As the big event approached, Mai Lin directed Rochelle to meet her at a hotel down the road. She said that it would be their final training session before the tournament. When Rochelle asked for details, she was simply told to show up and be prepared to suck dick.

Rochelle and Aaron walked into the hotel's lobby and were greeted warmly by Mai Lin. She then led them to a small conference room. They walked into the room and were startled to see that it was filled with a dozen naked men seated around a large table, all wearing blindfolds and noise-cancelling headphones. Their clothes were folded neatly on the floor around the circumference of the room.

"You no need to be here," Mai Lin said to Aaron. "But you can stay if you like."

"I'm not going anywhere," Aaron said, and Rochelle smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Then you sit over there in corner," Mai Lin said, pointing to a lone chair at the opposite end of the room. Aaron kissed his wife, and moved to the chair.

"Today, we take everything you have learned and put in practice," Mai Lin began. "As I say, every man is different. You have been training only with your husband. You need different cocks to understand different men. Okay? You need figure out what man likes and not like. Read his body language. The quicker you figure out, the quicker they cum. Okay?"

"Who are these men?" Rochelle asked, looking around the room with trepidation.

"These men?" Mai Lin asked, as if she hadn't noticed their presence. "They are not important. Just cocks. I pick them especially for this training session."

"Am I going to have to suck off all of these men?" Rochelle asked.

"Of course," Mai Lin responded. "Why else would they be here?"

Ask a silly question, get a silly answer, Rochelle thought.

"Any more questions?" Mai Lin asked.

Rochelle shook her head. Mai Lin walked over to the nearest man seated at the table and tapped him on the shoulder. He swiveled his chair around and stood. His limp cock dangled between his legs.

"You know what to do," Mai Lin said.

Rochelle looked around the table. The sheer number of naked men in the room was daunting. She could smell their musky scent. Her panties moistened at the thought of putting each of their cocks in her mouth and sucking them all to completion. The naughtiness of what she was about to do overwhelmed her.

She knelt in front of the man before her, moistened her lips, and waited for the signal. As soon as she heard the word, she wrapped her soft, wet lips around his tool, plunging him fully into her mouth. He responded instantly, and soon filled her mouth to the back of her throat. She stroked his cock with her lips and tongue until he rewarded her with a sweet and salty prize. She grabbed an empty glass off of the conference table and filled nearly a quarter of it with cum.

"Why you always finish in mouth?" Mai Lin asked.

"I don't know," Rochelle responded. "Force of habit, I guess. Less messy. More pleasurable for them."

"Their pleasure not matter," Mai Lin scolded. "This is timed contest. Take too long to finish man in your mouth. As soon as referee sees cum, he signal for you. He not see cum, he not signal. Okay?"

Rochelle nodded.

Mai Lin directed the standing man to his seat, and tapped the next man on the shoulder. He rose to his feet, and Rochelle crawled in front of him. On Mai Lin's signal, she put his cock in her mouth. This time, the man didn't seem to respond immediately to her usual technique. She began using her hand along with her mouth, and yet still, he was only half erect.

"Stop!" Mai Lin commanded, and Rochelle took the man's cock out of her mouth.

"Look at it," Mai Lin said, pointing to his half-erect dick. "You need count in your head. One...two...three. When you count forty, and cock still look like this, you say 'switch!' You get two switch per round. If you need them, use them. No waste time with limp dick like this."

Rochelle looked up at the naked man still standing before her.

"Should I keep going?" she asked.

"No, you no keep going. He limp dick. I put him there on purpose. For learning."

Mai Lin directed the man to his chair, and tapped the next one on the shoulder. Rochelle was relieved when his cock sprung to fullness before she had counted to fifteen in her head. She noticed that his dick seemed to twitch and expand whenever she rolled her tongue a certain way, so she kept doing it until he spurted into her mouth. She momentarily forgot her earlier instruction, but recovered quickly, and jerked his cock onto her face as instructed.

"Very good!" Mai Lin said with a rare smile, and dabbed Rochelle's face with a towel. "You learn quickly! And only two minute, thirty-three second. Very impressive."

On down the line Rochelle crawled. The next man in line seemed to react to a different technique, and Rochelle expertly adjusted to his particular taste. She finished him in under two and a half minutes.

After he was seated, Mai Lin tapped the next two men on the shoulder, and they both swiveled their chairs around and stood.

"Second round," Mai Lin stated. "Two cocks, same time." Rochelle looked at her nervously.

"Two cocks no different than one," Mai Lin assured her. "Rules say must have mouth on cock at all times. Round two, can use hand on other cock. Okay?"

Rochelle nodded.

"Get both cocks wet and hard first," Mai Lin continued. "Then work one with mouth, other with hand. Okay?"

Rochelle nodded again, but still looked unsure of herself.

"Many customer in Thailand request two for one," Mai Lin stated. "This no big deal. You do fine."

At the signal, Rochelle quickly grabbed both cocks, and alternated her mouth from one to the other until both were wet and hard. She then pumped her mouth over the cock on her left while jerking the cock on her right. She found it difficult to fully concentrate on either one, and it took her a while to establish a rhythm, but eventually she was rewarded when the cock she was sucking spurted into her mouth and across her lips.

She quickly moved to the next, and thanks to her undivided attention, as well as the head start she had from using her hand, she was able to get him off in little time.

"Very good," Mai Lin said, looking at her stopwatch. "Five minute, fifty three seconds. You can do better, but not bad for first time."

Rochelle's face was a mess. Milky white fluid streaked across her cheeks, dotted her hair, shined from her lips and chin, and stained the front of her blouse.

Mai Lin handed her a towel.

"Next, we do three. But we take a break now. I will be back in ten minute."

She disappeared into the hallway, leaving Rochelle and Aaron in a room with twelve naked men.

"What on earth have you gotten me into?" Rochelle said sarcastically. She rose to her feet on aching knees and toweled off her face and hair.

"Ugh. It's all over me," she said.

She looked at Aaron, and he said not a word, but she recognized the look of hunger on his face. Without saying a word, he rose from his chair and approached her. He forcefully turned her around so that she was facing the conference table. He yanked down her shorts, and then her panties, and bent her over the table.

She heard the sound of his zipper, and felt his hot, rock-hard cock being pressed against her dripping wet slit. He easily slipped inside her, and she groaned loudly. He fucked her hard, deep, and fast, thrusting into her with such force that it shook the table. The naked men around the table were jolted by the sudden movement, but none of them moved from their spots nor removed their blindfolds or earphones.

He thrust into her again and again, and she held onto the table in a feeble attempt to keep it from shaking. He was making a loud grunting sound, almost animal-like, and the sound only heightened her arousal. A tremendous orgasmic wave seized her just as he began to shudder and groan himself. She could feel a hot fluid filling her as he buried himself as deeply inside her as he could.

Breathless, he hiked up his pants and returned to his chair. Rochelle gathered herself as well. Cum gushed from her swollen pussy, and she tried to mop it up with her towel. She looked at Aaron, who was disheveled, and yet appeared much more relaxed.

"So I guess it was good for you, too," she said with a smile, pulling up her panties and shorts. He nodded and smiled wide.

Mai Lin returned. The smell of sex in the room was overwhelming and undeniable. She looked from Rochelle to Aaron, and smiled slightly.

"Ready to continue?" she asked. Rochelle nodded. Only six more to go.



Cocksucking Competition Ch. 03



"I'm really glad you're here," Aaron said as he surveyed the scene at the hotel bar.

"You kidding me?" Anthony said. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Aaron was grateful that there had been no awkwardness between them since that night in his kitchen. In fact, to his relief, Anthony hadn't mentioned it again. It were almost as if it had never happened.

"How's she doing?" Anthony asked.

"Nervous," Aaron replied, "but I think she's okay. She's up in our room, sleeping. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow. She's meeting with wardrobe in the morning, and then the media team in the afternoon. And tomorrow night are the preliminaries."

"That's wicked important," Anthony said. "You get a bad seed in this tournament, and it's a tough fight to the top."

Aaron merely nodded his head, and took another sip of beer.

"How are you doing?" Anthony asked.

"I'm nervous for her," Aaron replied. "She's worked so hard for this, and I'm so proud of her. I know she'll do well."

"I gotta give you props, man. I don't know how you do it. What's it like to watch your wife suck all those cocks?"

Anthony paused for a moment. He was embarrassed to admit how it really made him feel, and he knew his friend wouldn't understand.

"Honestly, it's become almost normal now. At first, it wasn't easy to watch, but I've grown used to it. Like I told Rochelle at the beginning, it's really no different than watching someone participate in a hotdog eating contest."

Anthony burst into laughter, and his beer nearly spurted from his nose.

"You didn't fucking say that, did you?"

Aaron nodded his head, and then broke into laughter as well. The absurdity of his analogy, as well as the entire situation they found themselves in, suddenly overcame him. He finished off the last of his beer.

"I'm gonna call it a night," he announced, and gave Anthony a slap on the back. "I'll let you pick up the tab."

"Hey, thanks, man," Anthony responded.

***

Aaron eased himself beneath the sheets as quietly and softly as possible. He heard the sound of halting breath from the other side of the bed.

"You awake?" he asked softly.

"Yeah," came the quiet response.

"It's late," he said, wrapping his arm around her. "You need to rest."

"I know," she said.

"Are you okay?"

There was a long pause.

"I don't think I can do it," she muttered.

"The tournament?" he asked. "Of course you can. Honey, you've come too far to quit."

"I'm not going to quit," she stated. "But there's no way I can win it."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just can't, Aaron. Those other girls have way more experience, and I'm way out of my league."

"How do you know that?"

"I read their bios online. And I saw them walking around in the lobby earlier today. You should've seen the way they looked at me. I don't belong here."

"Of course you do. Don't be ridiculous. You're better than all of them, and you'll prove that this week."

"I'm not here to prove anything," she protested. "I just want to make it to the end and leave here with enough money to help our family."

"You can do it, honey. I believe in you. Mai Lin believes in you. The Minotti people believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself. That's all that matters."

She held his arms and pulled him toward her.

"Now get some sleep," he said. "You have a big day tomorrow."

***

Rochelle wasn't happy with the outfit the Minotti people had selected for her. She was late for her interview in the conference room on the bottom floor of the hotel, but she was still standing in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, examining herself from every angle.

"I look absolutely ridiculous," she said.

"Well, the top shows plenty of cleavage," Aaron offered. "That's a good thing."

"The top is the worst part of it!" she countered. She fidgeted with her breasts in an attempt to squeeze them into the frilly green bustier.

"I look like a fucking German beer wench!" she shouted. She turned from side to side, and her short skirt flowed as she swayed. The outfit was accented by a pair of thigh-high white stockings and clunky high heels.

"We need to go," he said. "You're already late."

She expelled a deep sigh, and stormed out of the room, with Aaron trailing behind. As soon as she entered the media room, a team of assistants swarmed around her. One fitted her with a microphone, another fixed her hair, and yet another had the audacity to adjust her breasts. She nearly slapped the man. As soon as she was seated, the interview began.

"So, tell us about yourself," the interviewer began. Rochelle wore a phony smile and looked into the camera.

"Well, my name is Molly, and I'm from Apple Valley, Minnesota. I have three children and a loving husband of twenty-three years."

In the days leading up to the tournament, she had been meeting with a consultant from the Minotti group, who coached her on media relations. She had been given a script, which she was told to memorize. The goal was to portray her as a Midwestern soccer mom, which was a unique resume for a contestant in the NCC's. The Minotti people thought that this character would resonate with the audience and lend some much-needed credibility to the tournament.

Rochelle continued to answer questions precisely as she had been coached. At the conclusion of the interview, she politely thanked the interviewer for his time, and attempted to flee from the room as quickly as possible. On the way out, she crossed paths with a stunning red-haired woman. She was statuesque and thin, and had massive breasts that were out of proportion with the rest of her body and strained against the material of her sparkling red top.

The woman looked at Michelle with disdain, and gave her a phony smile.

"Nice outfit," she said with a smirk.

Rochelle found her husband standing by the door, and scurried from the room, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else. All she wanted to do was get back to her room, remove those ridiculous clothes, and crawl back into bed.

***

The sound of retching echoed off the walls of the bathroom, and Aaron debated whether he should enter the lady's room and ensure that his wife was okay. Moments later, she emerged, looking tired and frazzled.

"I'm okay," she said, before he had a chance to ask.

They had arrived at the event facility hours before. It appeared to be a large, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the desert, roughly thirty minutes away from the hotel. The event organizers had erected makeshift bleachers in the main section of the warehouse, which surrounded a large, square platform. The "backstage" area included a locker room, several changing rooms, bathroom facilities, and a section for the media.

As the preliminary round was merely used to determine the seeds for the tournament bracket, only a handful of spectators surrounded the platform. One at a time, the contestants were called to the stage. Five blindfolded men, all wearing earphones, were escorted onto the stage, and one at a time, three of them were sucked off by the contestant, with the other two serving as options for switches.

Rochelle awaited her turn, wringing her hands and pacing back and forth. She continued to tug at her costume, which she reluctantly put back on her body after shedding it earlier that afternoon. When she arrived at the facility, she was surprised to see all of the other contestants wearing casual clothing. Evidently, the costumes were not necessary for the preliminary round. As if she didn't feel uncomfortable and self-conscious enough, this mistake only added to the queasy feeling in her belly.

"Molly Mounds, please come to the stage," a voice bellowed over the sound system.

"Good luck," Aaron said, and gave her a sweet kiss.

She wasn't used to wearing such high heels, and she imagined herself tripping on the way to the stage. It would simply be the grand conclusion to a humiliating day. As she ascended the steps onto the platform, she felt light-headed, and for a moment she feared she would pass out. There were two kneeling pads in the center of the stage: one blue, and one red. She could feel the thumping of her heart in her chest as she lowered herself to the blue cushion, which was attached to the base of the platform.

As she took her position, she could hear murmurs and laughter from the audience surrounding her. She was so distracted, she didn't even notice that the procession of naked men had entered the stage until one was standing directly in front of her. His limp dick dangled in front of her face. From the first impression, it was difficult to believe that it would grow to regulation size. She was startled by the ringing of a bell.

"Go! Go!" Mai Lin shouted from the corner of the stage, and Rochelle snapped out of her daze. She inhaled the cock in front of her and worked her mouth and tongue over it. It seemed as though several minutes had passed, and he wasn't yet fully aroused. Panic set in. She had forgotten to count in her head. She had forgotten everything.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and, at last, it hardened in her mouth. She continued swirling, and added a pumping motion with her hand. Within moments, a stream of warm fluid hit the back of her throat. She withdrew, and spit it out onto her ugly blouse as another spurt splashed against her chin.

"Point!" a voice yelled from her right. She hadn't even noticed the referee, who was wearing a traditional black-and-white striped shirt.

The man in front of her was quickly whisked away and replaced by another naked man. Rochelle engulfed his cock so quickly that it seemed to startle him. Again, it seemed that it took him longer than usual to become hard. This time, she remembered to count in her head. By the time she reached thirty-five, he had become hard enough. She furiously worked her mouth over his shaft, but she could tell that he wasn't close to cumming, and a jolt of panic returned.

"The balls!" Mai Lin screamed. Rochelle instantly cupped the man's balls, and his dick throbbed inside her mouth. She placed a couple of fingers underneath and massaged his perineum. Almost instantly, his cock expanded and his balls tightened. She withdrew just in time, and jerked him off onto her face. Two massive streams of cum splashed against each of her cheeks.

"Point two!" the referee yelled.

The third man had barely stepped into position when Rochelle grabbed him by the base of his cock and pulled him into her mouth. She grabbed him by the hips and fucked her face with his cock. In short order, she was rewarded with a hot and milky load, which she spewed from her lips onto her blouse.

"Point three! Time!"

Rochelle remained kneeling in the center of the stage as the naked men were escorted from the platform. She looked to the corner of the stage, and Mai Lin was wearing a rather sullen expression, but then smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign. Rochelle rose to her feet, and scanned the crowd for her husband. He, too, gave her a smile and a thumbs-up.

"You did great!" Aaron said, once she had descended from the stage. She was still covered in the spunk of three different men, and she attempted to clean herself with the sleeve of her blouse.

"I'm sorry," Aaron said. "I thought they would have provided towels. I would have brought one if I'd known."

"No worries," she said. "Do you know what my final time was?"

"You didn't see it? It was posted on the big digital readout behind the stage. It was nine minutes, thirty-two seconds."

Rochelle's face dropped.

"That's awful," she said.

"It's not that bad," he reassured her with a hug. "Don't worry about it. It was just preliminaries."

***

"Thirteen," Aaron stated while staring at his cell phone.

"What's that, honey?" Rochelle asked. Her words echoed off the shower walls, and hot steam filled the room.

Aaron moved closer and shouted, "Number thirteen. That's where they've ranked you."

"Thirteen," she repeated, with a hint of dejection. "Out of sixteen. Great."

"Hey, as of right now, you're the thirteenth best cocksucker in the world! And that number is only going to rise. The initial odds have been posted, and they have you down as 30-to-1 underdog. I'm tempted to wager a little money on that one!"

"Don't you dare," she said, sternly. "You suck at gambling. And besides, contestants aren't allowed to bet."

"I'm not a contestant," he said, slyly. "Maybe I could get someone to place a bet for me, then."

"Don't," she warned. "I'm the financial expert in our family, remember? Besides, I may not even get past the first round. Does it say who I'll be facing?"

He touched his phone a few times with his finger. "Bethany Blew," he said. "Her bio says she's a porn actress."

"I'm facing a fucking porn star in the first round?" Rochelle shouted, the words echoing off the walls.

"Calm down," he assured her. "Being a porn star doesn't necessarily mean she's good at what she does. She only has to look good doing it."

"Oh, really," she responded with a smirk as she slid open the door of the shower stall. "And how does she look, Aaron?"

"Pretty good," he said with a nod and a wink. Rochelle stepped out of the shower and slapped him with her towel.

"You seem like you're in a better mood today," he remarked.

"I am, for now," she said. "Until tonight. Then I'll be a miserable wreck again."

"Well," he said, moving toward her. "Maybe I can take your mind off of everything and relax you."

"I just stepped out of the shower!" she protested, pushing him away. "And I'm starving. Maybe if you buy me lunch, I'll put out for you later."

"You drive a hard bargain," he teased. "But it's a deal."

They walked hand-in-hand through the lobby and strolled through the revolving door and into the blazing sun. The heat was a welcome contrast to the frigid temperatures that awaited them back home. They walked a few blocks to the nearest casino, and followed the signs to the buffet. They were overwhelmed with the wide selection of delicious-looking food, and loaded their plates. The dining area was filled with tourists, and they were able to secure an empty table in the middle of the room.

"This is incredible!" Rochelle remarked as she sat in her chair. "They have literally every type of food you can imagine! And it all looks amazing!"

"If nothing else," Aaron replied with a mouthful of food, "we got a free vacation out of this. Do you realize we haven't left New England since our honeymoon?"

Rochelle nodded enthusiastically, and made yummy noises as she ate. Just then, she noticed a group of people walking toward their table. She was struck by a bolt of panic when she recognized the red-haired woman at the front of the pack. Her enormous breasts were difficult to forget, and she had that same smug look on her face that Rochelle had seen the day before at her interview.

"Oh, shit," she mumbled, attempting to hide behind her hand.

"What?" Aaron said.

"It's that woman from yesterday," she said. Aaron turned to look behind him.

"No!" she whispered. "Don't look at her!"

But it was too late. The woman had clearly recognized her. She sauntered toward their table and stopped. She was holding a tray that held a bottle of water and a salad. She looked down upon Rochelle, and her eyes moved to her plate.

"Enjoying your meal?" she asked with a smirk. "Best of luck tonight."

"Same to you," Rochelle answered with a fake smile.

As the woman walked away with her entourage in tow, she turned to the woman next to her and said in a voice that was loud enough for Rochelle to hear, "I didn't know we had a heavyweight division."

"I hate that cunt," Rochelle said, prompting a startled look from Aaron.

"I don't think I've ever heard you use that word," he said.

"Did you hear what she said?"

"You mean, 'best of luck?' Yeah...what a bitch!" He smiled, but his wife didn't find it funny.

"After that," she said. "Never mind. I just hate her and her giant fake tits. Why is she even here? Who comes to a buffet like this and orders a fucking salad? Seriously."

"Do you know who that was?" he asked. Rochelle shook her head.

"No, why? Should I?"

"That was Candy Cummings, dear. The three-time champion."

Rochelle's face dropped.

"You're kidding me," she said. Aaron slowly shook his head. She dropped her head and pushed her plate away.

"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry."

***

"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer intoned. "Our next event is about to begin! On the blue side, representing the great state of Minnesota, a mother of three and housewife for more than twenty years, please welcome to the stage Mollllllllly Mounnnnnnnds!"

A polite smattering of applause greeted Rochelle as she carefully walked to the center of the stage, still wrestling with the top of her costume. She was hoping that it had been ruined from the night before, and was disappointed to see it hanging in the closet of her hotel room in a dry cleaning bag when she returned from lunch.

"On the red side," the announcer continued, "please welcome the star of such legendary films as 'Cum-Soaked Sluts 14', 'Teenaged Nimphos 4', and 'Dude, Where's My Whore?', the lovely and talented Bethannnnnny Blewwwwwww!"

The crowd rose to their feet and applauded enthusiastically. Rochelle glanced toward her corner, and Mai Lin gave her two supportive thumbs-up. She then scanned the crowd, and found Aaron seated in the front row next to Anthony. He, too, gave her a supportive smile and a wave. The noise from the large crowd was overwhelming. Although she could feel her heart thumping, she was grateful that at least she didn't feel like she was going to puke.

Bethany approached the center of the stage and waved to the crowd. She was wearing a skin-tight blue dress that barely covered her shapely ass. As the crowd continued cheering, she egged them on by lowering the top of her dress, exposing her perfectly round tits. She smiled at Rochelle, and shook her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. Ten naked men were ushered onto the stage by bikini-clad escorts and stood in two rows at the head of the platform. The referee approached the two contestants.

"This is the first round," he explained, stating the obvious. "The first to three points wins. Two switches are allowed, at your discretion. Mouths on cocks at all times. Point is called when I see the cumshot. Any questions?"

Both ladies shook their heads. They were directed to take their positions, and they knelt upon their padded markers. Two blindfolded men were then led to stand directly in front of them.

Rochelle closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Although she could feel herself shaking, she tried to push aside all thoughts and emotions and simply concentrate on the task at hand. The bell rang. Rochelle leaned forward, and put the naked man's cock in her mouth. She began counting in her head. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

Panic set in as the cock in her mouth remained mostly limp. She took it out of her mouth and held it as she looked to Mai Lin.

"Switch!" Mai Lin screamed. "Switch!!"

"Switch!" Rochelle screamed, and a bikini-clad usher immediately whisked away the man in front of her. Another limp dick appeared before her, and Rochelle took it into her mouth. To her relief, it hardened instantly.

"Point for red!" the referee yelled, and the crowd roared. While still sucking her cock, Rochelle glanced over and saw Bethany jerking the cock onto her cum-soaked face.

Rochelle grabbed the man's hips and forcefully fucked her mouth with his cock, taking him deep into her throat, and out again. She pressed her long tongue forcefully against his shaft as she stroked it with her mouth, and it expanded. A blast of cum soaked her tongue, and she withdrew her mouth and stroked it with her hand.

"Point for blue!" the referee exclaimed, raising his arm. The audience whistled and applauded. Rochelle glanced at Mai Lin.




Cocksucking Competition Ch. 03



"You do good!" she yelled. "Keep going!"

Another nude man was led in front of Rochelle, and she engulfed his cock and swirled her tongue around his balls.

***

"She's doing great!" Anthony remarked, jutting his elbow into Aaron's side. Aaron nervously fidgeted in his seat, and shifted his glances from the stage to the large video screen to his right, which displayed the close-up views of the action that were being simultaneously streamed to millions of people around the world.

"Point for red!" the referee yelled, snapping Aaron's attention back to the stage.

"Point for blue!" was shouted almost immediately thereafter. Only one point remained, and the match appeared to be virtually tied. The crowd buzzed with excitement as two more men were escorted into position.

***

Rochelle frantically sucked, licked, slurped, stroked and fondled the cock in front of her in an effort to determine a method that seemed to evoke the greatest reaction. She settled upon a combination of sucking and licking the tip and using both hands in a swirling motion around his shaft. She could feel the dick throbbing in her mouth, and sensed that he was very close. She resisted the urge to glance over to her right, as she knew it would only distract her from her task.

She heard her man give a loud grunt, and felt his cock swell. She removed it from her mouth just as the first stream of cum erupted from the head, streaming directly into her open mouth.

"Point for blue!" the referee shouted, raising Rochelle's arm by the wrist. "Winner, blue!"

Rochelle glanced to her right with a shocked expression. Bethany was stroking her cock, which was dripping cum onto the platform. The match had been decided by mere seconds.

Rochelle leaned forward and gave her cock a grateful kiss, and then leapt to her feet. She ran over to the corner and gave Mai Lin a warm hug. She then apologized, as she had forgotten that she was covered in cum, which had soaked Mai Lin's clothing as well. Mai Lin handed her a towel, and they laughed.

"I'm so proud of you, honey!" Aaron shouted after running over from his seat, "but I'm going to save my hug and kiss for later, if you don't mind."

***

"I knew you could do it!" Aaron said during their celebratory dinner that night. Rochelle blushed a bit, and picked at the food on her plate.

"I can't fucking believe it," Anthony said between bites. "Sweet and innocent Rochelle-Freaking-Murphy from high school, a fucking cocksucking champion! Who could've known?"

"She no champion yet," Mai Lin stated firmly. "Much more work to do."

"She's right," Rochelle said. "This was only the first step. There is still a long way to go."

"Well, I'm proud of you already," Aaron gushed. "You stepped up like a true champion today. When that first limp-dicked bastard walked off that stage, I thought it was all over. But you came back, big-time!"

"And you beat a fucking porno star!" Anthony practically shouted, arousing the attention of the people at the next table.

"This next match a tough one," Mai Lin said. "Jasmine St. John. She finish second place last year. You drew bad seed. You get past her, the rest will be piece of pie."

"Piece of cake," Anthony corrected her.

"No, thank you," Mai Lin responded. "I am full."

***

"Welcome back to Las Vegas, Nevada, for day two of the National Cocksucking Championships. I am Stu Nahew, and with me tonight to provide color commentary is the legendary Ron Jeremy. Good evening, Mr. Jeremy."

"Thanks, Stu. It's great to be here at this blatant rip-off of the movie I starred in back in the 80's."

"Well, I wouldn't say you were the star of that film..."

"Stu, I'm the star of every film I'm in, you know that."

"Okay, fair enough. You know, yesterday was an exciting day that produced some unexpected results. Our defending champion and number one seed, Candy Cummings, easily won her opening round, but not without a little controversy. At one point, she stopped sucking her cock to lodge a protest with the referee that her opponent's cock was already hard before she began. The referee agreed with her, and disqualified the man. And while the opponent argued with the referee, Candy continued sucking, and easily won the contest."

"Candy has sucked my cock before, Stu, and I'll tell you right now: she would have won that contest, controversy or no controversy."

"You're probably right, Ron. We also saw a bit of an upset yesterday, as a newcomer to the event by the name of Molly Mounds defeated the heavily-favored Bethany Blew."

"Ah, Bethany. Sweet girl. Nice ass."

"Ms. Mounds is an intriguing contestant in this tournament, as she's a complete unknown. She's a housewife from Minnesota; an amateur out here competing against professionals. More than likely, she won't last much longer in this tournament, but the possibility of her advancing further is very exciting indeed."

"Stu, it looks like the first match is about to begin."

"That it is, and it is a match that features the very same contestant we were just discussing. Molly Mounds will be facing Jasmine St. John, who was the runner-up in last year's competition. Ms. St. John works in one of the legal brothels nearby, and has five years of professional experience, so Ms. Mounds certainly has another steep hill to climb."

"Speaking of hills, check out the rack on Ms. Mounds! Holy moly!"

"She certainly has the look of a Midwestern mother of three."

"With that outfit, she looks more like the girl on the Swiss Miss box."

"Well, I'm sure with her background, she has made a lot of hot chocolate over the years."

"She looks so wholesome. What the hell is she doing here? Then again, she does have a little Monica Lewinsky thing going, don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose there is some resemblance there."

"All she needs is a beret and a stained dress."

"Oh, I'm sure her dress will be stained in a few minutes, Ron. Jasmine St. John has stepped onto the platform. She looks stunning in her little black miniskirt and halter top."

"God, I love blondes. And brunettes. And red-heads. And bald chicks."

"The referee is now explaining the rules, so I'll take this time to explain them to our viewers. As with Round One, the first contestant to reach three points will move on to Round Three tomorrow. In this round, however, the ladies may elect to service as many as two men at the same time."

"Double the pleasure, double the fun."

"The contestants have taken their positions. It looks like both ladies have elected to suck two at once. And there's the bell! Both ladies dived right in and wrapped their mouths around their cocks, and they're using their other hand on the other cock. Molly is switching from cock to cock, while Jasmine seems to be concentrating on the cock on her right. Jasmine is employing a great deal of handwork with her blowjob, and is only taking about two or three inches or so into her mouth. Molly is taking the all-mouth approach. It seems to be working for her, as her man appears to be fully erect already."

"She has a wonderful technique, Stu. It's hard to believe she's an amateur."

"Molly has now switched over to the other cock, and is jacking off the one on her right. Jasmine seems to have worked both cocks to stiffness as well, and her hand has become a blur as she is pumping with everything she has. Molly is bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, and is now using her left hand to tickle the man's balls."

"I'm getting a tickling sensation in my balls just watching this, Stu."

"We're two minutes in, and yesterday, both of these ladies turned in times that averaged well under three minutes per cock. Oh -- and there it is! Molly was just awarded a point by the referee. The cock on the left just erupted like a fountain, and she's now turning her attention to the one on the right. And now Jasmine's cock just erupted as well."

"Man, both ladies were thoroughly drenched by those two."

"Yes, they were. A new cock has taken his place, and now Molly has begun to work her mouth over him as she continues to stroke the other one. She really engulfs that cock, right from the start. She has a very long tongue, and you can see from the close-up shot that she actually licks the man's balls while she has his entire cock in her mouth. It's really quite extraordinary."

"Her technique reminds me of the great Little Oral Annie. Best in the business. Boy, could she slob a knob."

"All four cocks appear to be fully erect now. Jasmine is jerking both cocks very quickly, and Molly appears to be employing a slightly different technique this time. She is now using her mouth and hand in a steady rhythm on one, and a sort of twisting motion on the other. She is demonstrating an incredible amount of coordination. The mouths of all four men on the stage are opened, and they all seem to be enjoying themselves."

"What a way to make a living, huh, Stu?"

"Actually, these gentlemen are all volunteers, Ron. They come here at their own expense, and many of them return year after year. I spoke to one of them the other day, and he said he wouldn't miss this event for all the money in the world."

"I'll bet."

"Oh -- one of Jasmine's cocks just spurted right into her mouth! That's her second point. And the referee has signaled a point for Molly as well. These two ladies are waging quite a battle!"

"This crowd is loving every minute of this, Stu. More than a few of these guys have their dicks out, stroking themselves. I saw a few women walking around with signs around their necks, advertising blowjobs for $100. They must be making a killing here."

"This is only the first of four events to be held today, so the audience would be wise to pace themselves. But I suppose it's difficult to contain yourself in this atmosphere. Meanwhile, both ladies are working on their third and final cocks. Molly seems to have returned to an all-mouth technique. She has actually reached through the man's legs and is grasping both ass cheeks and pulling him into her mouth as she bobs up and down. Jasmine continues to pump her hand furiously over her cock, with only the head in her mouth."

"I think I would enjoy Molly's technique better. Hell, I'm beginning to fall in love, quite honestly."

"I think there are many folks in the audience who have been won over by this newcomer."

"You can even hear some of them chanting her name!"

"Yes, they certainly are, Ron. People love an underdog, and she certainly fits that description. She has more than held her own in this competition so far, and she's doing very well right now. You can see the muscles are tensing on the man she is working on, and he seems to be breathing heavily. It's only a matter of time."

"And thar she blows!"

"Yes, and that will do it! The referee has signaled a third and final point for Molly Mounds! What an incredible story this has become! A Midwest mother of three, plucked out of obscurity to compete on the biggest stage in the world, has just advanced to the third round of this tournament! Unbelievable!"

"I think I need a cigarette after watching that! And I don't smoke!"

***

Aaron leaned against the wall outside of the locker room as he waited for Rochelle to clean herself up a bit and change into more comfortable (and less cum-stained) clothing. Through the walls, he could hear the roar of the crowd as the second match was well underway. Beneath the din, he could also hear the faint sound of low moaning.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he followed the noise down a darkened hallway. He peeked around the corner, into a storage area filled with boxes of supplies. At the far end of the room, a red-haired woman was bent over one of the boxes with her ass held high in the air. She was fully clothed, but was wearing a short skirt and, presumably, no panties.

A muscular bald man was behind her, thrusting into her with loud groans. He was shirtless, and had a tattoo of an eagle or some type of bird on his right shoulder. His pants were down around his ankles, and his eyes were closed in a tight, pained expression.

Aaron recognized the woman immediately. It was, without a doubt, Candy Cummings. Her fire-red hair and sparkling red top were a dead giveaway. She almost looked bored as the bald man continued to pound away at her with hard thrusts. He opened his eyes and gave her ass a hard slap, which sounded so loud, it echoed off the walls.

"Quiet," she whispered in annoyance. "You're making too much fucking noise."

The man never broke his pace, and continued to thrust into her. Then he looked right at Aaron.

"Hey, buddy," he called, "if you wanna see the show, pay the $49.95 like everyone else."

Aaron pivoted as quickly as he could, and hurried back to the dressing room, just as Rochelle emerged.

"Ready to go?" she asked with a wide smile.

"You won't believe what I just saw," he responded.

"What?"

"I'll tell you in the limo," he said, grabbing her arm. "Come on, let's get out of here."

***

Rochelle stood in the center of the ring and nervously tugged at her costume as Ivana Sukyuoff entered the stage. She was impossibly tall, and beautiful enough to be a model. She wore her hair in a stylish bun, with whisps of delicate blond curls strategically flowing down her forehead and across her face. She wore a tight, red cocktail dress that highlighted her incredibly toned and curvy body, and she carried herself with grace and confidence as she politely waved to the crowd.

Sukyuoff was the number two-ranked contestant in the tournament, and she presented the most daunting challenge yet. Born and raised in Russia, she worked as a very expensive, high-class escort in the States, and by all accounts, she was very good at her job.

"This is Round Three," the referee explained to the two competitors. "As with the other rounds, the first contestant to reach three points is the winner. In this round, you may opt to service three men at a time. Should I assume both of you ladies will be using that option?"

They both nodded.

"Okay, then best of luck, and may the best cocksucker win."

Rochelle took her position, kneeling on the now-familiar blue pad in the center of the stage. She was soon surrounded by three dicks hanging in front of her. She glanced to the front row and received a reassuring smile from her husband.

At the sound of the bell, she took the dick on the left into her mouth and slicked it with her saliva, while she alternated her right hand from cock to cock. As it grew hard enough, she moved her mouth to the cock on her right, and alternated stroking the other two with her left hand.

"Switch!" she heard Ivana yell, and she saw a flash of flesh behind the man in front of her.

When the cock in her mouth grew to a satisfying fullness, Rochelle moved her mouth to the cock in the middle, and pumped both of the others with her hands. It was awkward at first, but she soon found a steady rhythm, and all three men became fully engorged.

She was startled to hear "Switch!" yet again from her right, and she saw another flash of flesh out of the corner of her eye as Ivana had evidently used her second replacement. Rochelle now enjoyed a tremendous head start in this contest. The crowd reacted with a raucous mixture of cheers and boos, and for the second day in a row, she could hear a small group in the crowd chanting her stage name.

"Mo-lly! Mo-lly! Mo-lly!" The chant grew louder as more of her fans joined in the revelry. When she withdrew her mouth from the cock she was sucking, and expelled a large amount of cum from her lips, the chanting was replaced with celebratory cheering.

"Point for blue!" the referee intoned. And then, only moments later, he yelled, "Point for red!"

Despite her head start, she was still virtually tied in this contest. Without pausing, she moved her mouth to the dick on her left, as it seemed to be a little further away from cumming. She stroked the cock on her right with a combination of pumping and rotating, and swirled her tongue around the cock in her mouth as she took it deep into her throat and out again.

While blowing the man on the left, she caressed his balls with her left hand, and when she felt the unmistakable contraction, she withdrew her mouth and stroked his cock, eliciting a drizzle of cum onto her lips and breasts.

"Point for blue!"

Another loud eruption of applause sent a shiver down Rochelle's spine. They began chanting once again, but their chants were stifled by another loud eruption when the referee signaled a point for red. It was now a one-on-one race to the finish.

Rochelle's tongue and jaw ached from four days of persistent cock-sucking, but she pushed all of her discomfort aside and concentrated on the task at hand. She grabbed hold of the lone man in front of her and pulled him toward her as she slammed her mouth against his pelvis. She cupped his balls with one hand, and inched her fingers beneath to massage his perineum. She felt it harden, and the dick in her mouth swelled.

She held his cock head in her mouth and stroked his shaft up and down. She could feel the hot cum travel through his cock, and released him from her mouth just as the first spurt hit her lips. It splattered against her bottom lip and tongue, and she continued to stroke him as several more spurts landed on her chin, neck and breasts.

"Point!" the referee yelled. "Point...for..."

Rochelle looked to her right, and Ivana was holding a hard cock in her hand, which was still leaking cum onto the platform below. Her face was covered in milky residue, and she stared at Rochelle with a startled and confused expression.

"Point," the referee shouted, "to be determined by video review."

The crowd groaned loudly in unison, and a few of them hurled debris onto the stage. Rochelle and Ivana sat, motionless, in the center of the stage. Rochelle looked to her corner, and Mai Lin was screaming at the referee. She then looked to Aaron, who sat with his arms folded, shaking his head back and forth. Anthony was seated next to him, and appeared equally annoyed.

The referee stood off-stage, and held a set of earphones on top of his head. Rochelle slowly stood, and Mai Lin handed her a towel. They were soon joined by Aaron, who looked furious.

"This is bullshit," Mai Lin spat. "This fucking ref is blind."

At last, the referee returned to the center of the stage to a chorus of boos. He stood between Rochelle and Ivana and looked from one to the next.

"After review," he shouted, "the winner is blue!"

He raised Rochelle's hand in victory, and she leapt into Aaron's arms. The noise from the crowd was deafening, and seemed to be an even split between cheers and boos. As music blared from the sound system, Rochelle performed a little dance, and Aaron joined her. Once again, the audience broke out into a chant of "Mo-lly! Mo-lly!"

***

As Rochelle returned to the dressing room, Aaron decided to catch the next match with Anthony, as it would determine who Rochelle would be facing in the championship match.

"I can't fucking believe it!" Aaron said with a smile that spanned from ear to ear. "She did it! She fucking did it!"

"Fifty grand!" Anthony said, slapping his friend on the shoulder. "Guaranteed! Worst-case scenario, Ro has just paid for a year of Jamie's college, bro!"

Aaron simply shook his head in amazement. The entire scenario felt like a dream. For a blue-collar guy from a blue-collar city, he found it difficult to imagine earning that much money in one week. The prospect of earning four times that amount by that time tomorrow was unfathomable.

Taylor Swallows, a gorgeous brunette with large, firm breasts and a tight ass, sauntered onto the stage to a chorus of whistling, hooting and shouting. She strutted around the stage and waved, and then dropped her tiny shorts and briefly mooned the crowd. They ate it up, and responded with louder cheering.




Cocksucking Competition Ch. 03



Candy Cummings was then announced, and the audience went wild as she strolled onto the stage, appearing incredibly confident. She lowered the top of her red dress, and walked the perimeter of the stage topless. Her enormous fake breasts hardly moved as she walked.

Eventually, the two contestants took their positions, and were each surrounded by three naked men. The bell sounded, and the crowd swelled as the ladies went to work. Less than a minute into the contest, Taylor called for a switch. She left one man standing with his cock dangling as she worked on the other two in front of her. She then noticed that the man on her left hadn't left his spot.

"Switch!" she yelled once again, and finally managed to get the attention of the referee. He signaled for the escort to guide the next blindfolded man in line to his position, and the escort seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to do so. As soon as the new man took his place, Taylor began working on him with great urgency.

"No, no!" the referee yelled, pointing to the new man's dick. "Too erect. Back in line!"

Taylor protested, and the crowd reacted with anger.

"Point for red!" the referee yelled as he turned back to Candy, whose face was covered in a fresh load of spunk.

Less than thirty seconds later, he yelled again, "Point for red!" Many in the crowd stood to their feet and applauded, while others slammed their betting slips to the floor in disgust. Only one man now stood in front of Candy, while Taylor continued to furiously suck all three men in front of her.

"Point for red!" the referee exclaimed, and raised Candy's arm. "Winner, red!"

The noise from the crowd was an ear-splitting cacophony of cheers and boos, swearing and shouting. As music from the sound system blared loudly, Taylor stood to her feet and stormed off the stage, while Candy shook the referee's hand.

"Holy shit," Aaron said, tapping Anthony on the shoulder. "That's him."

"Who?"

"The referee. That's the guy I saw fucking Candy in the storage room last night."

"No fucking way," Anthony said.

"Yep, that's definitely him," Aaron stated. "Eagle tattoo on the arm, bald head, built like a concrete shithouse. That has to be him."

Anthony merely shook his head in disgust, and took a swig of beer. "Fucking cheater," he spat.

***

"Ms. Mounds, did you ever think you would be in this position?" the reporter asked. He wore a golf shirt and shorts, and Rochelle couldn't help but wonder what his media credentials really were. Most likely, he was simply a blogger for some porn site.

"Which position would that be?" Rochelle answered with a sexy grin. "The kneeling position? It's my favorite one of all."

The assembled media -- a room filled with nothing but men -- laughed in unison.

"I mean, no amateur has ever advanced so far in this tournament before," the reporter continued in earnest. "To what do you attribute your success?"

"My mouth," Rochelle responded, to more laughter. "My tongue, my lips..."

She clearly wasn't taking this press conference seriously, but then, she considered the whole spectacle to be a little ridiculous.

"I would say pure, blind, luck," Candy interjected. Having been a veteran of these media circuses, she knew how to weave a good story. "She barely won her first match, and her last. She's very lucky to be here."

Rochelle shot her a piercing look, but then returned to face the media with a smile. Another reporter stood.

"Molly, you are now a ten-to-one underdog in this match," he stated, reading from a list of notes. "They're giving you even odds to lose by three or more points. It's five-to-one that you'll lose by two points, and seven-to-one that you'll lose by one."

"Is there a question in there somewhere?" Rochelle asked sweetly.

"How does it feel to be such an underdog?" he asked.

"I don't mind being the underdog," Rochelle responded, casually. "I have nothing to lose. It's not like my next boob job depends on it. And it's not like I make a living sucking cock."

She glanced across the table to Candy and gave her a sweet smile.

***

When Rochelle stepped onto the stage, the applause were much louder and more sustained than she had heard before. The noise created goose-bumps from head to toe, and she smiled and waved to her adoring new fans. Candy then sauntered onto the platform and immediately lowered her top, exposing her massive mounds.

"Fuck it," Rochelle said to herself. She grabbed the top of her costume with both hands and pulled it apart, tearing it right down the seam in front. Her enormous breasts popped out of her top, and she wriggled out of the material and strutted around the stage, completely topless.

"And these are natural!" she called to the crowd, giving a wink to her husband, whose eyes bulged from his head.

The referee entered the ring to deliver his pre-match instructions, and Rochelle was relieved to see that he wasn't the same man that had officiated the night before. Aaron went to the tournament officials with his accusation of cheating, and reported what he had witnessed in the supply room, but he had no evidence to support his accusation. In the end, it was his word against a highly-respected official and the three-time champion.

The rules of the championship round were explained. Fifteen minutes would be placed on the clock. The two contestants would service one man at a time, and each were allowed to switch out their men three times. At the end of fifteen minutes, the bell would sound, and their mouths and hands must be removed instantly. The contestant with the most points would be declared the winner.

"Best of luck," Rochelle said, turning to Candy.

"Kiss my ass," Candy snarled, and dropped to her knees upon her red mat.

Rochelle smiled, and lowered herself to her blue mat. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. To her husband's great surprise, she appeared calmer and more relaxed than she had been throughout the entire week. No matter what happened next, she would be walking away with enough money to change their lives in a significant way. Even after Minotti's thirty percent cut, they were looking at clearing $35,000. And thanks to the underground nature of the event, it was all tax-free.

The bell sounded, and Rochelle had barely placed her mouth over the dick in front of her when she heard Candy call for a switch. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of game she was playing, but she continued to suck, lick, bob and twist her mouth over the dick in front of her. Already, her tongue and jaw ached. She made a mental vow not to suck another dick for another month. Although Aaron would be disappointed, she needed the recovery time.

Within moments, the cock swelled in her mouth, and she was rewarded with a hot and messy blast of cum, which mostly landed upon her naked breasts. The referee signaled a point for blue, and Rochelle immediately began working on her second cock. She was surprised to have won the first point, but her celebration was brief, as she soon heard a point being scored for red.

She was relieved when the cock in her mouth swelled instantly to her touch, and she felt that she would make short work of this one. But just as she felt it swell a little further, it inexplicably deflated in her mouth. She tried a different technique, and the cock swelled once again, but then deflated rapidly.

"Point for red!" the referee shouted.

Undeterred, Rochelle tried yet another technique. Once again, the cock swelled to hardness in her mouth, and began to throb. But then, inexplicably, it shrunk. Rochelle took the cock out of her mouth and stared at it for a moment. She then looked over to Mai Lin in the corner, who raised both hands in astonishment.

"What do I do?" Rochelle mouthed.

"Mouth on the cock," the referee warned, "or I'll have to disqualify this one."

Rochelle immediately put her mouth back on the cock, and looked at Mai Lin. It was too late to call for a switch, she thought, as she had worked on this dick for too long. And he seemed so close to finishing.

"Point for red!" the referee called. It seemed like an impossibly short time between points.

Rochelle reached around to grab the man's ass, and she pulled him toward her as she forcefully used him to fuck her mouth. His cock filled her throat, and banged against her uvula. She continued to forcefully draw him into her mouth without pausing for breath. Saliva poured from the corner of her mouth. And then, at last, she felt a spurt of hot fluid hit the back of her throat. She choked on it, and instinctively swallowed it. She then withdrew the cock, and spit as much of his load as she could onto her chest.

She looked at the referee, and he simply stood and looked at her.

"Point for blue!" Rochelle shouted.

"No, ma'am," he said. "I didn't see a cumshot."

"It's all over my tits!" she protested. He moved toward her to take a closer look.

"Looks like saliva to me," he said.

If looks could kill, she would have been charged with murder. "Switch!" she yelled. She could see Mai Lin's knees had buckled, and she now squatted in the corner with her head hung low. Rochelle looked up at the clock. Only ten minutes remained. She had just wasted roughly three minutes.

"Point for red!"

Rochelle inhaled the cock in front of her, in a mixture of panic and rage, and thrust her head over the cock again and again, eliciting a reaction in a very short amount of time.

"Point for blue!"

Another limp cock stood in front of her. Rochelle wet it with her mouth, and then pumped it with one hand, while swirling her thumb and forefinger of her other hand around the base. She placed the glans in her mouth, and rolled her tongue along the sensitive underside.

"Point for red!"

Rochelle pulled away from it, and a thick jet of milky fluid streamed onto her cheeks and chin. It was still spurting fluid when she had it ushered away and replaced with another. She took the new cock into her mouth and completely engulfed it. She swirled her tongue around the balls until the dick swelled in her throat. She then bobbed back and forth while cupping her hand underneath the balls and squeezing gently.

The dick swelled and cum spurted across her face and onto her chest, mixing with the semen of three others.

"Point for blue!" the referee signaled, "and another for red!"

Rochelle glanced at the score. Candy was winning by a score of 6-4, and there were only four minutes remaining. Rochelle quickly sucked the new cock to fullness, and pumped her hand over the shaft, practically begging it to erupt. Within moments, it did.

"Point for blue!"

The crowd rose to its feet and shouted in encouragement. The next cock in Rochelle's mouth swelled to fullness almost instantly. She sucked it with every last ounce of energy she had. This time, the cumshot actually surprised her, and she withdrew in just enough time for the referee to see it.

"Point for blue!"

Incredibly, the score was now tied at six apiece, with just over two minutes remaining on the clock. The electricity generated by the audience could have powered a small town. Despite the din, Rochelle managed to block out everything except the cock in front of her. She was in a zone.

She plunged her mouth onto the new cock, and it grew to fullness inside her. She bobbed her head up and down the shaft, and worked her hands around the base and balls. In the distance, she could hear the faint chant of the audience. She felt the cock swell in her throat. It began to throb, and the balls tightened.

The ball rang loudly.

"Time! Time!" the referee shouted. Both Rochelle and Candy removed their mouths and hands from the men standing in front of them.

Rochelle looked up at the scoreboard. It still read six-to-six. She looked to her right. Candy's face, hair and chest were soaked with cum, and she had a smirk on her face. Then she slowly pushed out a massive load of semen from the corner of her mouth. It cascaded down her chin, and onto her chest.

"Point for red!" the referee shouted. The crowd erupted in applause and shouting. The stage was swarmed by a mass of people, including Candy's entourage, members of the media, family and friends, and assorted representatives of the tournament.

Aaron and Anthony pushed their way through the crowd. They found Rochelle standing in the center of the ring. She smiled a brave smile.

"I would hug you," she said to her husband, "but..." She peered down at her cum-covered chest.

"Oh, fuck it," he said, and gave her a warm embrace.

"You should have won," Mai Lin remarked. "That bitch cheat."

Rochelle felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.

"They stiffed you, big time," Ron Jeremy said, with a consoling pat on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Ron," Rochelle replied, and he disappeared into the crowd.

"Come on," she said, blotting her face with a towel. "Let's get out of here."

***

Rochelle popped open a bottle of champagne, which she had requested for the limo ride back to the hotel. Aaron, Anthony and Mai Lin held out their glasses, and Rochelle filled them all, wearing a bright smile.

"To the adventure of a lifetime," she said, holding her glass high. They all clinked their glasses together in response.

"I have to say, you're taking your loss very well," Aaron remarked. "I know how competitive you can be."

"Who says I lost?" Rochelle responded with a bright smile. She looked directly at Anthony.

Aaron furrowed his brow and looked from Rochelle to Anthony, and back. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Well..." Rochelle said, clearly savoring the moment. "Let's just say that when we get back home, I'm looking forward to starting a whole new life with you and our new restaurant."

"What are you talking about?" Aaron said. "Honey, you lost. The deal was that we'd buy the restaurant if you won. $50,000 is really great, don't get me wrong, but it's not enough to buy a restaurant."

Rochelle simply smiled, and Anthony laughed. Mai Lin looked as confused as Aaron.

"Okay, seriously, what's going on?" he demanded.

"Remember when I told you to leave all the financial decisions to me?" Rochelle asked. Aaron nodded. "Well, I made a financial decision for us. I bet a little money before my last match."

"How much money?" Aaron asked, incredulously.

"$35,000," she responded, and Aaron's eyes widened. "I cashed out Jamie's college fund before we left for Vegas, just in case we might need it."

"Are you fucking insane?" he shouted. "How could you risk all of that?"

"I didn't risk anything," she responded, looking directly into his eyes with a smile. It was a look he had seen many times before. He called it the "trust me" look.

"Okay," he said, lowering his voice. "Go on. Explain."

Rochelle reclined in her seat and took a large sip of her champagne.

"Well, obviously, if I hadn't made it to the final round, I wouldn't have wagered a dime," she explained. "I would have simply returned the money to Jamie's account, and we wouldn't have missed it at all. But when I made it to that final round, and I found out what the odds were, I came up with the perfect plan."

She paused to savor the moment, and chuckled at the way that both Aaron and Mai Lin were hanging on her every word.

"The bookies had me at seven-to-one odds of losing the match by one point," she continued. "And I wagered all $35,000 on that bet."

"Are you fucking nuts?" Aaron said. "How the hell...what if you hadn't lost by one point?"

"Then I still would have won $35,000 by finishing in second place, and we wouldn't have lost a dime," she explained calmly. "The second place prize was $50,000, minus Minotti's thirty-percent cut. That's $35,000. Even-Steven."

Aaron's head was swimming. "Okay, but what if you actually won?"

"Then I would have lost the $35,000 bet," she explained, "but I would have won the $200,000 first-place prize. Minus Minotti's fee and the $35K, we'd still be up more than $100,000."

"But wait a minute," Aaron interrupted. "Why didn't you just bet $35,000 that you'd win? Those were ten-to-one odds! We'd have $350,000 right now!"

"Because I knew that bitch would cheat," Rochelle responded. Mai Lin nodded her head enthusiastically.

"So...wait," he said, rubbing his temples. It appeared as though his brain were working overtime. "So how much did we win?"

"Well, let's see," she said, placing her finger to the corner of her mouth for dramatic effect. "Seven-to-one odds on a $35,000 bet is $245,000. Plus another $35,000 for finishing in second place. That brings us to $280,000."

"Holy fuck!" Aaron said with a wide smile. "You took home more than the winner! But, wait a minute...how were you able to place a bet on yourself? I thought that was against the rules."

"Ah, that's where I come in," Anthony interjected. "I know some people. They were willing to put a little money down for me. They're good, trustworthy people. As a matter of fact, they've already transferred the funds to your account."

Aaron shook his head, and sat back on his seat with a thud. "I guess it's a good thing you lost, then, huh?" he said.

"Did I?" Rochelle responded with another sly grin.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she began, taking another sip of champagne, "that last guy I was working on might have actually finished. In my mouth."

Aaron's mouth gaped open, and Rochelle laughed in response.

"I held that man's cum in my mouth," she continued, "and I looked over at Candy. If she hadn't spit out her cum, I would've spit mine, and I would've won. As soon as I saw that cum leak out of her mouth...well...I swallowed my reward. And let me just say, victory tasted very sweet."

"I can't believe it!" Aaron said. "You could've won! Why didn't you just spit yours out? It would've been a tie. You could've easily won the tie-breaker with the way you were rolling!"

"Honey," she responded, sweetly, "I never cared about winning that contest. I only wanted to give us a chance to start over with a new life. And I've done that. As far as I'm concerned, I was the winner."

The limo came to a stop in front of the hotel, and the driver opened the door. All four stepped out onto the curb.

"Well, my work here is done," Mai Lin said, shaking hands with all three of them. "I go back to my room now and take care of myself. I so fucking horny I cannot stand it."

"I'd be happy to help you out with that," Anthony said with a smile. Mai Lin looked at him with a serious expression, and then scanned him from head to toe.

"Room 2-2-6," she said. "You be there in twenty minute."

With that, she turned on her heels and walked off into the hotel. Aaron burst into laughter and gave his pal a friendly shove.

"You'd better be ready for her," he said. "She will eat you alive."

"That's what I'm hoping," Anthony said with a wink. He gave Rochelle a warm hug, and then exchanged a quick handshake with Aaron before he sprinted to the hotel's entrance.

Aaron took Rochelle into his arms, and gave her a passionate kiss.

"You are really amazing," he said, "you know that?"

"Yeah," she responded with a sexy smile, "I've been told that before."