Rachel & Elizabeth's Kneel-Down, Blowjob Challenge

Have you ever stayed up late, late, late, well into the morning hours and watched some of those dumb infomertials they have on, selling everything – knives, juice mixers, special mops and vacuums, and almost everything else? Most of them are pretty stupid. This past October, I watched one that definitely got me ordering the product. The item being sold was one of those special mops that uses steam to clean your floors. As with many of these infomertials, there was a guy selling the product, and a beautiful young woman in heels playing the critical observer, but of course being amazed at every single demonstration (“I can’t BELIEVE how clean this is!!!”). Well, I kept watching just because of her. She was hot, with long reddish blonde hair and a gorgeous face and figure, and wearing tight, white, front-pleated dress pants, a cute, short-sleeved orange top, and black spiked heels. Every time she squatted down to touch the floor with her fingers, putting her face level with this guy’s crotch, my balls almost exploded.

But then, near the end of the show, she REALLY got me going when he showed her the most greasy, grimy floor ever. What she said next set the stage for an unbelievable ending to the show.

She said: “I’d have to get down on my hands and knees for hours to scrub that floor. But I’m not sure I’d even want to get down on my knees on it, especially in white pants.”

He said: “With this mop, you wouldn’t have to get down on your knees to clean it.”

She said: “I find that hard to believe. But if you can get this floor clean, I WILL go down on my knees, and clean YOU out, right here on TV.”

“Now THAT…” he countered, “is an offer I just can’t refuse.”

By now, I was on the edge of my chair. By cleaning him out, could she possibly mean a blowjob?

“This is AMAZING!” she said happily as the mop cut through the grimy mess.

Half way through, the guy went over one area really thoroughly and said: “And this big blue tile is where you’ll kneel when I get my BJ.”

She smiled and licked her lips erotically: “I can hardly wait.”

I couldn’t believe it. It seemed she WAS intending to blow this guy! What esle could ‘BJ’ mean? But, contrary to appearing nervous about the prospect of giving a blowjob on late night TV, this girl on TV, whose name was Rachel, seemed excited as she watched this guy use his mop to clean the floor.

When he was done, the floor truly was spotless.

“Wow!” she squatted down again to run her fingers over the floor and exclaimed. “It’s not dirty or sticky or anything. I can’t believe it.”

And then she looked up and the guy’s cock was as hard as a bone, sticking straight out of his pants. And his cock was HUGE!

She laughed. “I guess I really put your foot in my mouth this time,” she joked.

“It’s more like 10 inches,” he answered calmly.

She laughed again, and then leaned forward onto her knees to bring her face inches from the cock in front of her. “Now you get to scrub out the back of my throat.” She glanced quickly up at his face, then quickly out at the camera, and then leaned forward to take his shaft deep inside her mouth.

“Hmmmmm!” she hummed happily.

“Now… while Rachel is cleaning out my nut sacks, let’s listen to the amazing offer we can give all of you,” the salesman addressed the TV audience.

For the next few minutes, the screen split, continuing to show Rachel on her knees blowing the salesman on the left, and showing Rachel facing off in a ‘challenge’ against another very cute blonde on the right. Both wore white pants, and both were on their knees amid a crowd of spectators gathered in the central court of a busy mall. Rachel kneeled on a patch of floor that had been wiped clean with the steam mop, and the other girl kneeled on a patch of floor cleaned with a regular mop and “all sorts of chemicals.” And both were giving blowjobs to men randomly selected from the crowd. After the two girls had both swallowed their first mouthful of cum, they both stood up, and the camera did a close up of their knees. The knees of Rachel’s white pants were spotless; but the other girl’s pants were dirty. Rachel then returned to her knees to see how many blowjobs she could give before her knees got dirty, and a big line-up formed up for her. The other girl, whose name was Samantha, quickly grabbed the steam mop to clean her section of floor and then happily dropped to her knees again to join Rachel in her blowjob fun.

Finally, we were back to a single screen, with the salesman staring right out at the TV audience. “And men, if you are in the Tri-State area and order right now, there’s even more,” he said, as the camera pulled back to reveal Rachel, still kneeling at his feet, her head bobbing back and forth into his crotch, her white pants tight across her cute little bum, and her heels looking sexier than ever. “If you order right now, Rachel will come to a mall in your area and kneel to give all you the cleaning of your life in another challenge. Isn’t that right Rachel?”

“Hmm hmmmm,” Rachel nodded eagerly as the camera closed in on her face at work.

“But only AFTER you’ve cleaned your floor,” he added.

And again Rachel nodded: “Hmm hmmmmmmmmm!” she said, emphatically.

Well… I couldn’t get to the phone fast enough. But there must have been a HUGE rush, because it took me more than 25 minutes to actually speak to a sales rep.

“You guys must be really busy,” I commented to the young-voiced girl who took my order.

“Oh yes,” she replied. “I’ve taken 12 orders so far, and there are about fifty of us taking orders.”

I then asked how everything would work, with Rachel and all.

“When your mop shipment arrives, just call the number provided and we’ll let you know about the next challenge in your area.”

“Thanks,” I said. And then I hung up the phone and masturbated, fantasizing that all my cum was being dumped into Rachel’s open mouth.

My mop arrived within two weeks, and I immediately called to let those who were booking challenges for Rachel know. As it happens, my new neighbour, named Corrine, has a teenage daughter and she had made me promise to ask if Elizabeth could be the girl in the challenge against Rachel, and I did. The girl on the phone just asked me Elizabeth’s age to make sure she was old enough… and she was, by two weeks. Both Elizabeth and her Mom were so excited when I told them that I was assured that it wouldn’t be a problem, and even more excited when I got off the phone a week later to say that the challenge was being filmed the following Saturday, and that I’d been given specific instructions for Elizabeth to wear tight, white, front-pleated dress pants with no pockets in the back and bikini panties worn underneath.

“Why so specific with the panties?” I’d asked the girl on the phone.

“Well, some girls wear pants with really thin material that shows through… plus the cameraman likes panty lines,” the girl replied.

When I called Connie to tell her all of this, she laughed. But then, the next day, Connie called me to tell me to pop on over to see Elizabeth’s ‘new look’. Mom was especially proud seeing her daughter twirling around modeling the nice white pants the two of them had gone out and bought, just for this occasion, plus her blue and yellow cheerleader sweater, and Mom’s black spike heels.

“A cheerleader in heals,” I said, slyly.

“I’m a cheerleader slut,” Elizabeth said proudly, while her mother beamed. “Can you see the panties?” The teen then asked, hopefully, as she stopped to model her ass, bending over with her hands on her knees to make the seat of her pants that much tighter.

“Are they blue?” I asked.

“UH huh!” Elizabeth nodded, very pleased that I could even make out the colour through the white material of her pants.

To be honest, I felt quite proud of this young teen too. Not only was she so excited about the prospect of being filmed while having her throat plunged by dozens of strange men in a big mall, but she’d gone to so much trouble to look gorgeous, even for me, now two nights before. Her Mom told me she’d spent over two hours in the bathroom trying different shades of lipstick and make-up, just for me.

“She’d like to thank you with a blowjob,” Mom explained.

“Really?” I asked, a bit incredulous. I was a middle-aged neighbour, after all. But Beth was nodding and smiling when I glanced at her.

“And I’d like to take a few pictures,” her Mom added.

“S-sure,” I stammered slightly.

At which point, Elizabeth came over and sank to her knees at my feet and reached up to undo my zipper, while Mom retrieved her digital from where she’d left it, all ready to go, on the kitchen table.

Elizabeth’s eyes were big and bright as she tilted her head back, looked up at my face, opened her mouth, and then accepted my already half hard cock into her mouth.

“You really ARE a cheerleader slut!” I told her.

“Hmm hmmmmmmmmmm!” she agreed, very, VERY proud of herself.

I awoke at 7:30 on the big day. Even though the challenge wasn’t due to start until 10:00 a.m., Elizabeth had gotten up even earlier (6:15), because she was so excited and wanted to make ABSOLUTELY sure that she looked perfect for all the cameras and TV. Her Mom got up early too to help her daughter with make-up. At 8:15, they both showed up at my door, followed closely by Elizabeth’s old ‘Uncle Fred’, who Beth kneeled and blew while, at Mom’s insistence, I took lots and lots of pictures. After Fred came in Beth’s mouth, Beth and her Mom disappeared into my bathroom to freshen up the young blonde’s make-up in the mirror. I walked in to see Beth bent over and admiring her own bum in the mirror, making 100% sure her panties showed… which they did, very nicely.

“They’re blue again,” I said, to emphasize the point.

Beth smiled and nodded, quite satisfied.

As a final thing, at the door, Corrine said “Take these,” and put a couple of sticks of lipstick, some eye shadow and blush and a little mirror in Beth’s purse so she could freshen up between blowjobs.

“Are we ready to go?” I then asked, when it was 9:12 on the clock.

“Uh huh!” Beth replied happily.

The mall was real close, just a couple of minutes drive, but Beth had been told to be there by 9:30, so she could ‘register’, and she wanted to be early. No way did she want them to select some other girl for the challenge after she’d gone to all this work AND told all her friends at school.

As it turns out, most of her friends already were there when we arrived, gathered to cheer their classmate on. Even a few of her teachers showed up. And everybody seemed to have brought their own camera.

Beth met Rachel at about 9:45, and was very impressed at how pretty the 25ish year old TV personality was. Like Elizabeth, Rachel wore tight, white dress pants, pleats and pockets in the front, and had a very nice bikini panty-line in the back (white satin panties, she admitted to me, after I commented how nice they looked). And, where Beth wore her light blue and yellow cheerleader top and black heels, Rachel wore a pink top and a dark brown pair of heels. Her hair was long and blonde and flowed half way down her back. Beth and I were guided over to where we’d be when Rachel blew me and Beth blew whomever. A large crowd already had gathered and there was definite excitement in the air. The producer came over to chat with us and made several jokes, making Beth and Rachel both laugh. Beth asked how many guys he thought she’d get to blow, and he said:

“We’ll be filming until the mall closes at 10 p.m., and Rachel and you will be blowing the whole time.”

Beth clapped her hands together and hopped up and down like a little girl. This was going to be so much fun.

“Is this your Mom?” he asked Beth, seeing Corrine.

Beth nodded.

“Would she like to join in too?”

Beth’s jaw dropped. She hadn’t expected this. But then she glanced over at her Mom, her eyes almost pleading. It would be so much fun if they were kneeling side by side doing this.

Corrine recognized her daughter’s pleading look and wanted to agree. But she was wearing dark navy blue jeans that probably wouldn’t show dirt. No problem. They’d just give her white, volleyball knee pads to wear, and they’d show the dirt. Clearly relieved, Corrine smiled and nodded. It WOULD be fun! Uncle Fred joked that he definitely was going to “ream the shit out of ‘Mom’s’ throat” and everyone laughed.

The young teen’s eyes were fixed on the clock as the last few minutes ticked down: 9:57… 9:58… 9:59. Suddenly, it was “Camera on in three… three, two, one…” and Rachel was talking.

“I am standing here live at the Westgate Mall in Appleton with my friend Elizabeth and her Mom, and a crowd of people getting ready to put the Power Mop to the test,” she said.

“But first… just look at this floor! What a mess!” And the camera turned down to show a floor covered in dirt and grime.

“What do you think, girls?” she asked Beth and Corrine. “Do you think we can get this floor clean enough to kneel on in our white pants?” (She’d forgotten about Corrine’s kneepads.)

The two guests then each were given a mop and bucket, and Rachel was given a PowerMop. It only took Rachel 20 seconds to clean her section of the floor; but Elizabeth and her Mom took a little longer. When they all were done, Rachel said: “Now, let’s see how clean these floors are,” and the three girls sank to their knees. In seconds, a rigid cock appeared before each of them, and the girls started sucking. Beth’s eyes darted busily between her Mom, me being sucked by Rachel, and the various cameras that surrounded us all. Beth and her Mom were kneeling side by side so, at one point, Mom reached over with one hand to hold her daughter’s head while her guy started absolutely reaming the teenage girl’s throat. The cameraman picked up on this, and focussed all his attention on Elizabeth, a fact not lost on the girl herself. She did everything she could to keep her eyes on the camera and not puke.

The three women were quite different in the way they delivered a blowjob. Having filmed challenges like this every day for the past 22 days straight, Rachel already had blown more than 1500 different men, and her experience giving blowjobs in front of a camera showed. She was in no rush, slowly sliding her mouth up and down along each man’s shaft, all the while tilting her head one way and then the other to let her tongue work a different part of the underside of my penis with each slide. She also intentionally thrust her bum out with each forward plunge, to make her pants that much tighter against her ass and clearly reveal her panties underneath. Her eyes never closed, alternating between my face and one of the cameras focussed on her. And the way she pursed her lips around my bone made it look like she was smiling, despite her mouthful of cock. There was no doubt that she was enjoying her work.