Debbie’s SuperBlow Mattress

Technically, the camera crew only needed about twenty hours of actual footage to guarantee enough quality material for a pretty good 12-hour infomercial. But Deb wanted only the best and the production crew agreed. The cameras stayed on her the entire week. 

Deb played the cameras like a porn star, starring straight into them with her big blue eyes wide open as she slowly and sensuously worked every bone in her mouth. 

IN addition to the between-blowjob interviews Dan did, he also occasionally asked her questions while she was sucking.

“You’ve been at this eight hours straight today, Deb. How are your knees doing?” he asked her.

“Hmm hmm,” she said happily, giving the camera the thumbs up.

“The SuperFoam pillow seems to be holding up,” he added.

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm,” she explained.

“I see, Debbie,” he said, and then winked at the camera.

Since Debbie technically was ‘locked in’ until she’d blown everybody, we brought different clothes for Deb to wear and she showered and slept in the adjoining hotel. Debbie ate breakfast, but with all the cum she was swallowing really didn’t seem to need lunch or supper. After breakfast and before eight o’clock every morning, she was on her knees again dressed in nice pants and sweater and heels. We called Saturday ‘Casual Day’ and let her wear five-pocket designer jeans with her heels, which pleased every body. The jeans were REALLY tight and looked unbelievable on her.

As we entered the eighth and final day, Debbie had blown 919 men, of whom 720 had signed up for beds. The night before we’d informed Debbie that she’d need 99 of the remaining 104 men she was blowing to sign up for beds for her to meet her four fifths quota, a whopping 95% percent. We put our heads together again. Deb decided she wanted us to invite into the hall men who already had bought beds from her, whom she also already had blown. She then would blow two men at a time, one old satisfied customer and one potential new customer, and let them talk about the mattress while she busied herself down below. We easily rounded up seventeen old customers who agreed to rotate through the day. It meant that Deb would have to give double the number of blowjobs, and that she’d probably be giving blowjobs well into the wee hours of the night. But Deb thought it was her best shot.

Deb showed up on the eighth day wearing the same nice orange sweater, camel-colored pants and heels she’d worn on Day #1. She looked fantastic!

“It’s crunch time,” Dan told her. “Do you really think you can get 99 of these final 104 men to sign up for mattresses?”

“They’re GREAT mattresses,” she said calmly.

Two of the first eleven did not buy beds, so it started to look bleak. But Debbie was giving the best blowjobs of her life now, and also was purposefully keeping her eyes raised up to look at each customer’s face as she sucked them. How could they possibly deny those big, blue eyes of hers?

She reeled off 47 sales in a row, and things started to look a bit better. She needed 44 of the last 46 to buy or she’d be on her knees blowing everyone all over again.

She reeled off fourteen straight sales before the next no deal, then seventeen more in a row. Thirteen was now the lucky number. She needed every one of the thirteen to buy.

The four most convincing former customers were selected to help her. As she kneeled and went between each pair of cocks before her, her eyes pleaded with the men standing above her. Please help me make this sale, her eyes told her former customers. Please buy my mattress, her eyes said to the others.

She was ABSOLUTELY in no rush now. She would give every pair fifteen minutes if she had to, to give enough time for new customers to become convinced. She sucked. She licked. She deep throated them, impaling her face on their bones so hard that her nose became lost in belly fat and her throat became stretched by hard, thick cock. 

The next eight men bought beds. Just five more sales to go.

The next guy bought. Then the guy after that. And the guy after him.

The second to last guy seemed very reluctant. Debbie swallowed his load of cum after about seventeen minutes, but kept right on sucking. She was going to blow him fifty times if she had to. Luckily, the second blowjob convinced him. 

One last sale.

It was three thirty on the morning of the ninth day. She had been on her knees for almost twenty hours straight. She had been on her knees all days for more than eight days in a row. She had swallowed more than 1200 loads of cum after more than 1200 blowjobs. She had blown robust men in their early twenties as well as frail men in their eighties, and everyone in between. She hadn’t counted, but she figured she’d swallowed at least twenty bladders worth of piss, mostly from the older men.

This last man was 89 years old and he really didn’t think he needed a new bed. He needed to pee right away. Without a moment’s hesitation, Debbie took his small soft cock in her mouth and waited. It took him about ten minutes but he finally had a good long piss.

The former customer she’d selected for this last vital sale also was in his eighties. Several T.V. news stations had arrived to catch the end of this amazing nine day blowjob marathon. Cameras flashed and videotape rolled as Debbie kneeled between the two men, her able mouth going from one to the other. Her eyes watched the cameras intently now. She was on the news. This was a huge opportunity for her to sell beds across the country, and she did not want to blow it, by not blowing it (or them) better than she ever had before.

Finally, the two old men came, and Debbie swallowed. Would this old man buy? Or would Debbie have to give 1023 blowjobs all over again?

“Hmmm?” she asked him, his cock going soft in her mouth.

“I….. I…. I just can’t,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Even as she continued to lick him clean, poor Debbie’s eyes fluttered to the guy keeping stats for the event. He sadly shook his head.

“We needed that one,” he mouthed silently.

We let Debbie go to her hotel room and sleep until noon. We’d promised her that we’d contact the first hundred or so from Day #1 and have them all waiting for her in the hall.

Debbie was up at ten-thirty, showered and dressed. She walked over to the hall to meet her fate… at least nine more days of continuous blowjobs. But when she arrived in the hall, only three cameramen, two soundmen, Dan the reporter and ten others from the production crew were there.

“Where is everybody?” she asked.

“We don’t need them?” he told her.

“Were the numbers wrong?” she asked him.

“No,” he shook his head.

“Then… what’s going on?” she asked

“You agreed to blow every body again if less than 80% of the men in the room bought a mattress, right?”

She nodded.

“Eight hundred and eighteen of one thousand twenty-three is 79.96%.”

“Okay,” she said.

“But you haven’t blown me yet. Or the other cameramen. We were in the room. Don’t we deserve blowjobs and a mattress?” He smiled slyly.

“You certainly do,” Debbie said happily.

“All you have to do is convince thirteen of us sixteen to buy a mattress and you have met your quota.”

Debbie couldn’t wait to get started. She sank to her knees and started blowing two at a time, three at a time and even four at a time. She had blown us all by two o'clock but just kept going. This was a party now, and we were Debbie’s party food. There were a few young girls working at the convention center. Their manager freed them up to join us. Soon these three girls were kneeling in their white blouses and black pants and shoes sucking every cock handed them, with Debbie laughing and giving blowjobs right in the middle of them.

Debbie escaped blowing the 1023 all over again. But the event had had such an amazingly positive effect on sales that she herself insisted on setting up similar events all over the country. 

“Do you want us to get it right this time, make sure the doors are locked and only admit eighty like we’d planned/” we asked her.

She shook her head. “Five hundred blowjobs per event is a nice even number.”