Kerri’s Ultimate Blowjob Challenge

Beautiful blonde Kerri was disgruntled, disheartened and disappointed. She’d made it onto a big reality T.V. show with a chance to make millions… tried her hardest… was willing to do ANYTHING to sell herself and be selected… only to be sent home in disgrace.

The guys on the show thought she was beautiful. They liked her. They said only wonderful things about her. But then they told her how hard it was for them… and sent her packing.

“What could I have done differently?” she asked the microphone when interviewed leaving the building.

And then she said it: “If I ever get a chance like something like this again, there is NOTHING I WON’T DO to come out on top.” She said this looking straight into the camera. And the look in her eyes, combined with the sensuous purse of her lips… won us over.

I called Kerri the next week and asked her to come see me at the studio for a new reality show. She told me I “wouldn’t be disappointed.”

She came to her interview loaded for bear. She’d looked very nice on T.V. But her lipstick had been a bit too subtle. And her black pant suit had no allure to it. Her heels were too modest.

This time she showed up wearing hot pink lipstick that made my cock twitch. The blazer was gone, replaced by a sensuously tight pink top, tight light gray pants and two inch pink spike heels. Her tongue moved sensuously over her lips as I spoke. She hadn’t even heard what the show was about but she wanted in. Definitely.

“Well…,” I said slowly. “It’s an endurance challenge between twelve beautiful young women like yourself,” I explained. “… a race, of sorts. Actually a four part race… and the first one finished wins $50,000.”

She licked her lips.

“The first leg involves running,” I continued.

She was in good shape, having jogged and worked out in a gym regularly. Not fast, but steady.

“Then there’s swimming.”

She was a very good swimmer. She smiled.

“Then bicycling.”

Okay.

“And finally horseback riding.”

She loved horses.

“Is that it?” she asked, somewhat disappointed. Surely there was something disgusting or fearful or degrading or humiliating for her to do. It was, after all, a reality show.

“No…” I said thoughtfully. “Between each phase and at the end, there’s something else… which you must do before millions, and maybe hundreds of millions of viewers around the world.”

She waited patiently, trying to show no fear.

“You must use that beautiful mouth of yours…” I started and paused.

She shifted in her chair.

“…to blow a varied assortment of males.”

She laughed.

“On T.V.?” she asked.

“On prime time T.V. broadcast around the world.”

She pursed her lips again.

“Just blow guys,” she said.

“Males… yes,” I answered.

“That’s it,” she said.

“At some stations there’ll be more than one…” I added.

She watched me silently.

“And… well… some of it MAY be a bit disgusting,” I said.

“Like what?” she asked.

“I can’t tell you,” I said.

She pursed her lips again. And thought. And looked away for a moment. And then said:

“Do I have to sign a contract?”

“Do you want to?” I asked her.

Then she looked away again. And then she breathed deep and turned to look at me with the same look of determination she’d had during her exit interview on T.V.

“Yes!” she said firmly.

I handed her a contract to sign.

The twelve girls who we got for our first show all were gorgeous. Slim, but shapely. Not too busty, but nice. Two prerequisites were sweet faces and gorgeous fannies. They ALL had both.

There was Kerri, with long light blonde hair which she wore in a ponytail to add to her nice girl/naughty girl next door charm.

Other girls with long blonde hair were Sarah, Krystyn, Tiffany, Claudia and Stacey. Brenda and Leslie had long light brown hair. Jackie had auburn hair, Mary shorter black hair and Rachelle longer dark brown hair. Jolene was a black girl with a gorgeous butt. All seemed equally determined to win. But I had my eye on Kerri. I believed what she had said on T.V. I didn’t think she’d let herself lose twice.

All the girls had been given three months to get in shape. All had gone crazy working out. I asked them: “Running, swimming, cycling, riding and…?”

They all nodded.

“Okay,” I said as the first show started. “We’ll see who REALLY will stop at nothing to win.”

The girls all were to start the race wearing running shorts, a T-shirt and running shoes, with bra and nylon or satin bikini panties underneath.

They would start by running 3 miles cross country over a gentle rolling course. They would arrive at Station #1 where there would be three guys waiting for each of them. The girls would kneel and blow all three.

“At the same time?” Krystyn asked.

“Whatever works for you,” I answered. Then I continued.

“You then will strip down to your bra and panties and swim a quarter mile across a lake.”

“No bathing suits?” Jolene asked.

“No… you must wear a bra plus either satin or nylon bikini panties. No briefs. No thongs.”

I paused. No questions came. That seemed clear.

“At the other side of the lake, there will be one guy waiting for each of you. You will blow him.”

“Just one?” Tiffany asked.

“He will be standing in the lake in water up to his chest.” I paused. The girls all had puzzled looks on their faces. “You will kneel and blow him underwater.”

“How…?” Rachelle started to ask.

“You just kneel and blow him.”

“Can we come up for air?” Mary asked.

“We don’t want you to drown,” I answered with a smirk. Mary knew her question had been a bit ridiculous.

“Any other questions so far?” I asked the group. They all shook their heads.

“Good,” I continued. “You then will be given a bicycle and will ride ten miles, which will bring you through the center of town…”

“Do we get to change or put our shorts and shirt back on after we swim?” someone asked.

“No,” I answered firmly. “You will be given your shoes back, but other clothes will not be available to you.”

“It’ll let our panties dry,” Kerri said with a smirk.

“That is correct,” I said matter-of-factly. “In the center of the open park in the center of town you will stop briefly to blow two more. Then you will get back on your bicycles to ride five more miles to the horse stables where you will pick up your horse.”

“Do we blow guys there too?” Krystyn asked.

“There you will blow one male, after you have put on the jeans you have been instructed to bring, as well as a cowgirl shirt and heels.”

“Heels?”

“Heels,” I said. “You then will ride five miles to the finish line where two final blowjobs will be waiting. When you have swallowed both loads and shown the judges…”

“Do we have to swallow?”

“You will swallow everything and ANYTHING that comes out a cock that you are attending. Anything that is excess will be collected in a beaker and you must drink it before you move on.”