Going for Gold

by Ivy Smoak

  And just like that, I was getting double teamed by two men claiming to be Bryce in front of a live audience. And judging from their applause, they loved it.

  "So how do we decide how long you get to fuck her?" asked the guy in my mouth.

  "As long as I want," replied the man on top of me as he thrust into me hard.

  Yes!

  "How about she puts her hands on her ankles, and if she lets go, your turn is over?"

  "Fair enough."

  I couldn't think straight. All I could focus on was the growing pleasure. Each thrust made it build higher and higher. I felt the man who was fucking me move my hands to my ankles. When his fingers left mine, I kept my hands in place. The new angle let him go even deeper inside of me. And there was no way I wanted him to stop.

  "You're all mine," he said. That was what Bryce had said before the dance started. That it didn't matter what I did on stage because he knew I was his.

  I moaned and tilted my head back, inadvertently deepthroating the man in my mouth. He reached down and grabbed my tits hard, but before he could enjoy them too much, someone grabbed his shoulders and threw him off of me. It looked like he took a hard punch in the face. Tim's choreography was impressive. It almost looked real.

  But I didn't see the two fighting for long, because the platform starting rotating again. One cock hit me in the face, and then another. It was like the wheel of fortune, only my face was the little rods that separate the wedges and their erections were the flappers in front of the contestants. Meanwhile, the guy on top of me was drilling into me relentlessly. Every time he pressed into me, I got closer to coming.

  "Keep going," I moaned as I tilted my head up to look at him. "Don't stop. Bryce, please don't stop."

  He spread my legs even wider and reached down with one hand to massage my clit again. With the next thrust, every muscle in my body tightened and I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure. The audience was all looking right at me. I didn't even care that I was probably making a crazy sex face. I was in pure bliss.

  And then the hot cum hit my face.

  I looked up to see one of the guys stroking his cock a few inches from my face while the crowd behind him cheered wildly. I turned my head and reached back to block the next shot, but before I could, the guy fucking me grabbed my hand and put it back on my ankle. More cum splashed onto my cheek.

  "What the fuck!" I started to say, but he just took that opportunity to fill my mouth with his cum. And it was delicious. Based on my experience with Chris I always thought cum tasted like bleach, but I was starting to think that only applied to assholes.

  I kept my mouth open for the rest of his orgasm, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. When he was finished, I swallowed what was in my mouth and smiled up at him.

  "Wow," he muttered.

  "Shit dude, my girl swallowed that cum like it was icecream," the dancer beside him said. "Baby, I'm Bryce too." He leaned forward and ran his fingers across my breast, stopping at my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers.

  Oh God. "And I'm gonna do the same to you," I said to him. "Unless you'd rather cum on my tits." Did I really just say that out loud? I could actually see his penis move a little bit as I spoke.

  "Alright, time to switch," he said.

  "Damn," sighed the guy still fucking me. "Why'd you have to make her move her hand? Can't I have a few more minutes until I cum?" He slammed into me again.

  Shit. Is he going to cum inside me?

  "Nope. A rule's a rule," said another of the guys.

  He reluctantly stopped fucking me and got off the platform.

  I sat up. Some of the cum on my face started dripping down, so I wiped it off and licked my fingers. "Who's next?" Did I really just ask that? Whatever. It was too late to pretend like I wasn't enjoying this. It's what Bryce wanted. It's what Tim planned. And it was what was going to get me gold. Besides, it was too late to turn back.

  "Let's spin her again."

  I got to my feet and stood in the middle of the platform again. There were two men dance fighting off to the side. I spun around, trying not to forget that this was all still part of the performance. I let my hips sway to the beat of the music. All of them were still fully erect, ready to fuck me if I happened to be facing them when the platform came to a stop. As my gaze skipped from man to man, I couldn't help but picture how they would feel inside of me. Would they put me on my back and fuck me missionary, or would they bend me over and ravish my aching pussy? I knew I had completely lost my mind. All I could think about was pleasure.

  As the wheel started to slow, I glanced over to see who I might land on. One of them was a new addition: a man still fully clothed in his morph suit. He must have been the guy who was on stage briefly to do flips and other cool moves. When he saw that my pussy was up for grabs, he must have decided to come back on stage to get a piece of the action. I hoped the wheel would land on him, and I got my wish.

  He jumped up onto the platform. My eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch. When the other men had been clothed, they all had visible bulges, but this was different. Rather than a bulge in his pants, I could clearly see the shape of his thick cock pinned against his thigh. Wow.

  "You like what you see?" he asked. His voice was deep and seductive.

  I looked up at his face, but of course it was covered. God, this whole situation is so weird. What other time would I meet a man and immediately stare at his package? Not to mention that I was basically completely nude and millions of people around the world were watching. But I was so horny. And I wanted him. I wanted all of them. "Do you like what you see?"

  He grabbed my hand and spun me around, scanning every inch of my body. "Hell yeah."

  I thought he would stop spinning me, but he kept me turning until I was facing away from him again. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him, making me sway to the music. I could feel his erection getting even harder as I shook my ass again it. I dipped low and pushed up hard against his cock on my way back up.

  "Damn," he muttered.

  I ended my little dance and spun back around to face him.

  "How about you get this suit off me so we can have some real fun?" he asked.

  "You think just because the wheel landed on you I'm gonna just drop to my knees and suck your cock the second I see it? And in front of all these people? What kind of girl do you think I am?" I traced my fingers down his torso and onto the outline of his massive penis.

  "I think you're a girl who can't wait to have my big cock deep inside of her."

  I shrugged. "That depends. Are you Bryce?"

  "I'm whoever the fuck you want me to be. And the cum on your face makes me think that you're more than willing to role play."

  I wiped some of the remaining cum off my face with my index finger and then sucked it off as seductively as possible. The taste of the salty liquid made me greedy for more. "Do you wish it was your cum on my face? Because I do."

  "Then get this damn suit off me, baby."

  I let my hands linger on his abs for a few seconds before pulling the tab. Almost instantly, the seams burst and his cock was free from the fabric.

  The chants of "Fode-la," instantly resumed, and with good reason. I knew he'd be big, but the bulge in his suit hadn't prepared me for what I was about to see. It was massive, both in length and girth. When ancient humans made phallic sculptures, this was the kind of cock they must have been worshipping.

  Everyone always says that guys are supposed to be visual, getting a boner every time they see a girl with nice curves and big tits. But maybe that's just because girls are always wearing tight clothes and low cut tops to accentuate the things guys like to see. If guys with penises this beautiful walked around with their dicks hanging out of their shorts, maybe girls would be considered the visual ones. Because damn, seeing his huge dick made me soaking wet. He was six feet of pure man, and all I could think about was how fucking good it would feel to let him fuck me in every position he could think
of.

  There was just one problem: he was black. And that meant he definitely wasn't Bryce, which meant I shouldn't fuck him.

  "Shit, you're not Bryce," I said.

  "What makes you say that?"

  "Um, because you're black. Wait a second!" Holy shit! Is this the guy with the giant cock Tim was talking about the other day? "Are you Python?"

  "Who? Do you think I'm a porn star or something?"

  "No. Are you?"

  "I guess I will be once you wrap your lips around my cock in front of all these people."

  Does that mean I'm already a porn star? Fuck! What the hell am I doing? Is Bryce ever going to speak to me again after this? "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

  "Because I'm black?"

  "No, because you're not Bryce."

  "This isn't about Bryce." He grabbed my hips and made me move to the beat of the music. "This is about you winning gold, and right now, the crowd wants to see you bend over and get fucked by me." He pointed out at the audience.

  My eyes followed his gesture. Thousands of people, all with their eyes locked on me, chanting for me to give in to my darkest, most primal desire to let this man I've never met before fuck my brains out. The feeling was electrifying.

  I glanced back at his cock hanging between his legs, nearly reaching his knees. How will it feel inside of me? No! Don't do it, Alina!

  "I'll tell you what, let's make a deal," he said.

  "What kind of deal?"

  "If you can deep throat me or make me cum by the end of the next song, I'll tell you which one of these guys is actually Bryce."

  "So either way you get a blowjob?"

  "I would suggest rock paper scissors, but we're supposed to be putting on a show here." He let go of my hips and dropped to the floor of the platform. He started doing some crazy dance move that involved spinning on his head. Oh my God, he's break dancing! I let him keep going. His break dance was way better than anything I had done earlier. I moved to the side of the platform and began doing my samba twerk combo to go along with him.

  "And what if I lose?" I didn't need to ask though. I knew the answer.

  He stopped dancing and laid on the stage. Somehow he quickly transitioned into a handstand and flipped back up, landing in a standing position. He pointed out at the crowd again. "Then all these people are going to see the look on your face when I bend you over and fuck you with my big black cock. Your body will belong to me until I cum."

  Holy shit.

  Chapter 44

  Sunday

  Bryce

  I grabbed the side of my face where I had just taken a punch before knocking one of the other backup dancers out. I turned back to the stage. I tried to listen, but I couldn't quite make out what Alina and the ridiculously well-endowed black guy were saying to each other. There was no doubt in my mind that he was trying to convince her to fuck him. I just didn't know where she stood on the proposal. The shocked excitement on Alina's face when his cock first swung out of his suit and her frequent glances down at it told me that she might not be far away from giving in.

  Shit. I had to do something, and fast.

  It was so very tempting to pull off my mask, but then she'd be disqualified and all of this would have been for absolutely nothing.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  I glanced over at Tim standing off stage. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. No! Thumbs up is not the proper response to this situation. Even though Tim obviously thought this was awesome and didn't understand why I didn't enjoy watching Alina get fucked by a bunch of other dudes, he was the one who concocted this whole thing in the first place, so maybe he would have an idea of how to stop it.

  I didn't bother to be discrete about leaving the stage - every camera and pair of eyeballs in the audience were plastered to Alina and the foot long cock.

  "Dude, isn't this awesome?" asked Tim when I reached the curtain. "Have you ever seen a cock that big?"

  "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. I pulled my mask off and threw it on the ground.

  "Oh, my love, are you bleeding?" Tim reached for my face.

  I pushed his hand away. "Don't fucking touch me, Tim." I knew I had taken a few punches. I could taste the blood in my mouth.

  "Okay, okay. I know you're upset. But can you at least take a second to admit that I was telling the truth when I told you that Python had the biggest penis ever?"

  "Wait, you found Python?"

  "Yup! While you were getting your full body wax I snuck off and found him. He was super excited when I told him about my plan." Tim looked so proud of himself.

  "Tim, we have to stop this."

  "Why? Alina is going to really thank you for this." Tim clapped his hand on my back.

  "Alright, I know you don't understand this, but I really am not enjoying this. You have exactly ten seconds to come up with a way to stop this without Alina getting disqualified or I'm going to knock you the fuck out and stop it myself."

  "Did you try just going out there and telling her you were you?"

  "Yes. But she thought I was lying and then she started giving handjobs to the two guys next to her."

  Tim stifled a laugh. "Hmm, okay. Guess that strategy is out then."

  "Five seconds, Tim."

  Tim looked around and then up, and then shook his head. "I would say pull the curtain, but it doesn't go in front of the platform. But Owen Harris is standing over there. Maybe as host he could put a stop to it?"

  "This better fucking work," I said.

  I put my hands over my junk as we walked over to Owen.

  "Owen?" said Tim.

  He turned and looked at both of us, clearly making a concerted effort to keep from accidently looking at my penis. "Tim Newman, right?" he asked. "The choreographer for all this?"

  "That's me!" said Tim.

  "This is insane. Was this all choreographed into the performance?"

  "Let's just call it a wardrobe malfunction," Tim said with a wink.

  "Well, you better hope the judges like it as much as the public does. This thing is blowing up on social media."

  "Wait, are you actually broadcasting it?" I asked. There's no way...

  "No. God, no," said Owen. "The FCC would sue us into oblivion if we did. We just blurred it out when you guys got naked, and then cut the feed when we realized what she was doing behind the American flag. I think they caught it fast enough so that no one at home even saw her start to give head. We've just been showing highlights from earlier and saying we're having technical difficulties."

  Thank God.

  "But #ITAsex has set a record for the most used hashtag over a ten minute span in the history of Twitter."

  "How does anyone on Twitter know about it if you cut the feed?"

  "Cell phones in the audience, and some news stations around the world didn't censor it as quickly as we did." Owen pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through the Twitter feed for #ITAsex. Most of the tweets were grainy cell phone images of Alina naked and doing various sex acts or comments about how hot and/or how much of a slut she was, depending on if the poster was male or female. Owen clicked the button to bring up more recent tweets, and suddenly the grainy images were replaced with HD shots of Alina dancing next to the black guy.

  "What the hell?" I asked. "How are people getting these images in HD?"

  Owen pointed to the logo in the bottom of the images. "I think that's the logo for some sketchy news station in Croatia. They must have decided to post the official feed to their website to get five minutes of fame."

  "But how are they getting that feed from your cameras?" asked Tim.

  "Our contract to broadcast the ITAs in the US requires us to send all the uncut footage to other stations around the world that purchased the rights for their countries. That station in Croatia..."

  I stopped listening when an image popped up on the Twitter feed of Alina with both her hands wrapped around the black cock. Fuck! This has to stop. "Owen, you have to stop this. She must be over her allotte
d time or something."

  Owen pointed to his ear piece that he used to communicate with the producers back in New York. "I thought for sure they'd have me stop it, but they told me the official rules don't permit me to enter the stage until it's clear the performance is over."

  "How the fuck does no one at the ITAs want this to stop?!" I yelled.

  "I'm as shocked as you are that they haven't stopped it. But until they do, my hands are tied. If you want to stop it, maybe you could try to cut the lights or something." Owen shrugged and looked back out at stage.

  Chapter 45

  Sunday

  Alina

  I glanced down at Python's monster cock. I thought he was erect when I had first ripped his suit off, assuming the weight of it caused it to hang between his legs, but I was wrong. As he tried to convince me to accept his challenge, his cock had grown and stiffened. It was now fully erect and aimed right at me like I was its target.

  The chanting of the crowd combined with my own ridiculous horniness had my resolve wearing thin.

  "You promise you'll tell me the truth if I win?" I asked.

  "Yup. I promise. In the meantime, just pretend I'm Bryce. Besides, this is obviously what he wants." He grabbed my arm and moved my hand onto his penis. I instinctively grabbed and started stroking him. My hand barely fit around it. Coming into contact with it was all my libido needed to win the battle.

  With the crowd cheering me on, I dropped to my knees in front of Python. It looked even bigger from this angle.

  "Why don't you put your arm up to it for scale," he suggested.

  I did. It was nearly the size of my forearm. Oh God.

  More cheers from the crowd. And even more cheers when I slid my tongue along the shaft of his penis, going from the rock hard base all the way to the tip. I felt like I was eating the world's biggest fudgesicle. But there wasn't time to slowly enjoy this fudgesicle. I had get the entire thing down my throat before the song changed unless I wanted to get fucked by it. Maybe I do want to get fucked by it.