Reality Sucks

“And I’m one of your designated face-fuckers?” I asked her.

“I hope so,” she answered sweetly. And I was in no mood to argue.

And so it was that I now found myself searching for my friend at the TV station, and having a pretty good idea where I’d find her. Sure enough, she was on her knees blowing her boss. I eagerly joined in. But what Keith told me made it hard for me to shoot my load. It turns out that Kaitlin the reporter had called the station volunteering her services to join Evelyn as the ‘team’ to face off against Kirsten and Jasmine. And since Kaitlin WAS better known, the station’s board of directors had granted her request.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” I told her sincerely.

“Hmmm hmmmm,” she shrugged.

Keith told me that Charlotte was being “a real professional to step aside like this.” But I felt sorry for her. After I shot my load, I returned to join in Evelyn’s line-up again and think.

It was when we were all out having pizza that I got an idea. Evelyn and I were sharing a medium-sized, 6-slice pizza between us, one that Evelyn had insisted every man at the restaurant spew at least one load onto. Literally, that pizza circulated for almost 45 minutes before she and I got to eat it. Why was I eating it with her? Because Evelyn ASKED me to share it with her… and I’d never refuse her anything in a million years.

After making the rounds, the pizza finally returned to our table looking pretty gunked up; only to have the head chef personally come out and empty a huge 8-ounce jar of warm semen onto it, that he’d been collecting all week, ever since he’d heard Evelyn would be coming. He’d even warmed this cum up in the microwave, so it really smelled. I couldn’t believe how covered in goo the pizza was; it was half pizza, half soup. It was SUCH a mess; but Evelyn couldn’t stop laughing and thanking everyone and her laughter was infectious.

I watched in amazement as she carefully hoisted a slice of pizza literally dripping with cum up and up and into her mouth.

“Hmmmmmm!” she purred as she bit into it and closed her lips around it.
“This is SO-O-O-O-O good!”

I nervously followed her lead, and was surprised at how horrible the pizza tasted. It was S-O-O-O-O bitter. I almost puked. But, with Evelyn sitting right across from me, happily chewing her first mouthful with a look of sheer contentment, what could I do but chew and swallow too? And, after choking down a few mouthfuls, perhaps my taste buds had been so overwhelmed they now were dulling to the taste... I’d grown used to it.

And when the maitre’d came out and peed into Evelyn’s large empty beer mug and then looked to me… I said “What the Hell!” and watched as the waiter stepped forward on my side to pee into mine.

“Cheers!” I told Evelyn as we clinked our glasses together. And from then on Evelyn and I couldn’t stop laughing… her at me, and me at myself too. I’d never be gay… I just couldn’t see that. But from now on, cum and piss were totally acceptable foods to me.

Anyway, it was while enjoying this WONDERFUL meal with Evelyn that it suddenly dawned on me that everyone was taking pictures and short videos of Evelyn as she enjoyed her meal and posting it on Face Book and everywhere else.

“There’ll be over a million people watching you eat cum pizza tonight, Evelyn,” my producer said.

“Hmm hmmmm!” she answered gleefully as she chewed another mouthful of her meal, looking right into their cameras.

“I’m Evelyn the weather girl,” she said to her soon-to-be huge on-line audience. “My pizza is just dripping with cum from, I don’t know, maybe 50 to 100 men... and I’ve got a huge mug of piss to drink... and it’s all SO-O-O-O-O good!” she added sensuously.

And then it hit me! I would use social media to plug this event. I’d call up a big social media marketing guru I know to get ideas in how from him. If, somehow, I could make this one-day event thing hugely popular, maybe Charlotte might be needed after all.

I was so pleased with myself I ate all my pizza and drank all my piss. And when Evelyn sank down to her knees to ‘tip’ the waiter, maitre’d and one of the water boys with blowjobs, I followed suit and dropped to my knees to tongue-fuck a pretty blonde waitress in a short black skirt.

***

When I woke up that Friday, on the morning of the big show, I didn’t know what to expect. My friend was really into social media and had me tweeting and posting and blogging for two days straight. Not wanting to see Charlotte excluded from all the fun, I worked feverishly. Hopefully, a good crowd would show up today.

I couldn’t believe it when I arrived at the station. To begin with, the station parking lot was packed (even reserved spots had been taken by desperate men who seemed not to care that their cars would be ticketed). Second, there were no parking spaces on the street for four blocks. And third, the line-up of men waiting to get into the station went on for at least three blocks too. By the time I got inside the station, Keith was desperate. Charlotte had already been roped into joining Evelyn and Kaitlin’s team, “but now we NEED a third girl for the other team!”

I knew just where to go. I hoofed it across the street to the bank and anxiously looked around to see if she was there. I found her in the ‘Business’ line. I joined her line-up.

“Bera?” I gasped as I finally got my turn with her. I’d always made a point of waiting for her to become free and then asking to take out $20 so I could admire her sweet, slim little ass as she turned to go to the cash window. I noticed that she was wearing nice, navy blue dress pants today, pleated with pockets in the front but none in the back, along with black spike heels and a cute cream-coloured blouse and this dark brown belt. Everything looked great on her. And with her long, straight dark hair, big brown eyes, and sweet baby face, I knew she’d be a quick fan favourite. Once she returned with my $20, which I’d asked for instinctively, just to see what pants she was wearing, I told her my dilemma.

“We DESPERATELY need a third girl to help Kirsten and Jasmine suck all these cocks that are lined up for BLOCKS across the street! There must be five or six hundred guys out there ALREADY, with more joining all the time. Realistically, we need a third girl to blow at LEAST 300 to 400 of these guys.”

Bera pursed her lips.

“I’ll need to speak with my boss,” she said, as calmly as if I’d asked her to cash a foreign check.

I watched her lovely ass as she walked quietly towards the manager’s office, and then waited patiently after she disappeared into his office. The last look she’d given me as she popped into his room was a shrug; and then she crossed the second and third fingers of both hands and held them up to show me. I crossed my fingers too.

The next few minutes were agony, waiting for a decision. I really didn’t know Bera’s boss and so I had no idea what he’d say. She emerged with him about five minutes later, and I could see from the huge smile on her face that he’d said ‘yes’. And several seconds later, as she walked right up to me, I learned just WHY he’d said yes from the little dab of cum on her lower lip.

“We gotta hurry,” I told her, and then I told her about the little dab of cum on her lip because I didn’t want it to drip down onto her clothes. She calmly scooped the semen onto one finger and then into her mouth to lick it clean.

“Is it gone?” she asked me, reaching over with her tongue to get the last bit.

“You DO realize that in about ten minutes, you’re going to be on national TV giving dozens and dozens of blowjobs in front of millions. I don’t think anyone’s worried about a little cum on your lip,” I chuckled, amused at her apparent shyness.

“I don’t want to waste any,” she corrected me, earnestly, and then smiled. “I’m a bank-teller. It’s my job to keep track of every penny.”

I laughed as she quickly grabbed her purse. And then I held her hand as we rushed through traffic to get back to the station.

Oddly enough for someone who works in a bank, Bera never even asked about money. All she wanted when I brought her to Keith was “two minutes and a mirror to fix up my make-up.”

“No worries,” I said.

And, sure enough, in less than two minutes she emerged, a little breathless but anxious to get to her post.

“Excuse us. Excuse us,” I said as I led her through the roomful of men, my hand strategically positioned on her delectable little ass.

It took almost a minute to get through the crowd into the studio. Kirsten and Jasmine both glanced our way as I brought Bera in.

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” they cheered, their mouths both quite full.

“Right over here! Right over here!” the producer called, both excited and relieved, waving Bera and me over.

Bera laughed to see how quickly a line-up appeared for her. In seconds, it went from nobody to at least fifty men, as customers were aggressively ushered in through the studio door to get the line moving again. Other than the fact that all these men were lining up to give Bera a liquid deposit, bank line-ups were NOTHING compared to this.

“Better just jump in,” the producer said. And Bera did, dropping right down to her knees, her mouth already open and reaching for cock before her second knee hit the floor. She was pumping her mouth back and forth even as she eased her sexy spike heel back to join its mate behind her as her second knee hit tile.

“That’s your main camera over there,” she was told, as the producer pointed.

“Hmm hmmm,” she nodded, her eyes following his finger.

“And there’s another one over there and there’ll be roving cameras too,” he added “to get you from every angle.”

“Hmmm hmmmm,” she nodded again.

He chuckled: “Just keep sucking and we’ll do the rest.”

“Hmm hmmmmmm!” she said, with a final big nod. THAT she could happily handle.

I went to step back to glance over at how the other five girls were doing, but that’s when I felt the pretty bank-teller’s hand grab my belt.

“Okay,” I said, stepping forward as her second hand grabbed my belt and started to undo it, followed by my zipper, even as she continued sliding her mouth to and fro along this other man’s dick.

As she slipped my rapidly engorging cock from its Fruit-of-the-Loom pouch, I figured that it was only fair. Since I’d been the one to drag her into what was surely to be at LEAST 24 hours of being mouth-fucked non-stop, the least that I could do would be to let her blow me too.

I glanced down to see one big brown eye wink at me as she lunged forward to take my rapidly hardening bone all the way down her throat, each of her other hands already stroking the huge rigid cocks other men.

She stopped to pose for several ‘start-up pictures’, including several I took peering down at her with my own camera. Proudly she stuck her bum out a bit when several said they wanted nice pictures of her ass too.

But then she was told to start up again and immediately began pumping again.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm...” she said as she worked feverishly.

Lovely Bera was wasting no time at all working to catch up to the others. And all the while every girl’s line was continuing to grow.

After I’d shot a huge load into Bera’s mouth and she swallowed it down to start on another, I wandered over to where Keith was watching everything.

He’d strategically positioned himself behind all the girls so he could see every one of them from behind. He, evidently, was an ass-man too. Evelyn was wearing light grey pin-striped pants today, along with a baby blue, buttoned, V-neck sweater and black spike heels. Her bum looked amazing. Kaitlin was wearing a red sweater and black dress pants, along with black spike heels... and HER ass looked amazing.

Charlotte, who hadn’t planned to be in this thing but knew she’d be kept busy, had dressed casually in those very same dark blue stretch jeans she’d worn that first day I’d met her and fucked her mouth... and guess what... along with sexy heels and a cute white top, HER ass looked amazing... as did Kristen’s in her shiny black jeans, Jasmine’s in her brown uniform pants, and Bera’s in her navy blue pants.

“I want to fuck every single one of those asses,” Keith told me, reading my very own thoughts.

“That’s another show,” I said. “Put these girls in cute little skirts or shorts and do ass-to-mouth non-stop.”

“Female ATM machines,” Keith said, calmly nodding.

“You got it.”

“You BET it’s our next show,” he said, shaking my hand.

In the meantime, this show was only just beginning. From what a couple of ‘scouts’ had just texted Keith, the line-up into the station was now 9 blocks long and still growing. Surely, some of these several thousand men would filter away from the sheer wait. But Keith still figured we’d all still be here in the morning, if not long afterwards.

I offered to go find a few more girls to handle the extreme load of work, but Keith shook his head. He’d already had a call from Jasmine’s mom, who didn’t want her daughter to get any fewer than one third of the guys waiting in the ‘teens’ line’.

“She could end up sucking a thousand cocks,” I told him.

“That’s exactly what I told Mom, but she still insisted. She mentioned something about family honour.”

“A thousand consecutive blowjobs?” I said.

“I promised,” he said, shrugging.

I laughed. Jasmine’s family was certainly looking out for her. And I knew the other girls wouldn’t quit either. For Evelyn, 1000 blowjobs would be just getting started.

Either way... 500 or 2000; whether this first show ended up lasting 24 hours or a week, it certainly promised to be quite a debut. I glanced back towards Kirsten’s awe-inspiring ass, the same ass that had started this whole ball rolling, and smiled. Sometime in the next little while I’d wander over to her and put a banana down by where she was kneeling... just to make her laugh. Oh... and maybe fondle that lovely bum of hers for a bit too.

TO BE CONTINUED...