He held my face pressed against his groin until I thought that I would pass out. It seemed like minutes before he finally released the pressure and let his cock slide out of my throat. Tears came to my eyes as I gasped for breath and then he shoved his whole shaft down my throat again. He continued fucking my face until I finally felt him stiffen. I relaxed expecting him to remove his cock and cum on my face like the others but instead, he held his cock in place and pumped his cum down my throat.
When he was finished he slowly removed his softening cock. As it slipped between my lips he leaned down and looked me in the eyes and said, “Thanks Lacy, that was better than any date.”
Unfortunately, the Announcer heard this exchange. When I said nothing he prodded me. “We’re waiting for your response Lacy.”
I knew what he wanted and I knew that Leroy was paying me back. It was one of the hardest things that I ever had to do when I looked up at Leroy and said, “You’re welcome Master.”
As he zipped up his pants he turned to the Announcer and told him to be sure to put his name at the top of the list for a copy of the video and stepped back. His replacement stepped forward and I unzipped yet another pair of pants and reached in for a new cock.
Finally, I thought, it’s all done. I looked at one of the televisions to see what I looked like. I marveled at my image as I knelt there. My face was a mass of white sticky cum. One eye was completely covered. A string of cum hung from my nose and another one hung from one of my nipples. My breasts were splattered and more cum had dripped down onto my thighs.
The Announcer stepped up and began to take photos of my cum covered face and body from every possible angle. When he instructed me to pose in a certain way I complied.
When he was satisfied he put the camera down and stepped in front of me. I knew what was expected so, without being told, I unzipped his fly and took out his rigid cock. I leaned forward and licked the head of his shaft, stunned to find out that I enjoyed the taste of the precum that had gathered there. Parting my lips, I slid my mouth down the length of his shaft a few times.
I wasn’t surprised when he placed his hands on my head and held it in place as he began to shove even more of his shaft into my mouth. His cock was larger than most of the others so when his cock hit the back of my mouth I expected him to stop but he didn’t. Now I began to struggle as the pressure continued to build. He kept pulling my head down onto his cock and moving my head around.
Finally, he found what he wanted and I gagged as, with one mighty shove, his cock was forced down my throat. I continued to struggle as he held me in place. When he relented and pulled his shaft back I gasped for air only to feel his cock being driven down my throat yet again.
After a while, I began to sense a rhythm and things got better as he fucked my face. I had heard of “deep throat” or face fucking before but I never imagined that it was something that I would do and tonight I had done it twice.
I sensed what was coming just before he stuffed his shaft down my throat as far as possible and held it there, unloading his cum down my throat and directly into my stomach. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I sagged back on my knees completely exhausted.
The Announcer turned away from me and addressed the crowd. “Gentlemen this concludes our show. A few tickets remain for tonight’s show if you are interested. You can also sign up to receive a copy of the video of this performance when it is complete. Tonight’s show will also be an audience participation event so make sure that you are capable of a repeat performance if you decide to attend.”
While the Announcer had been talking Mistress had come forward and helped me to my feet. As she led me from the stage I was surprised when one of the men began to clap his hands. Soon all of the men had stood to join him, clapping as I was led from the stage.
I was probably more surprised than they were when I raised my hand in a wave of acknowledgment and smiled. Maybe it was defiance or, maybe it wasn’t.