“You have to take it out for me,” she said.
Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. It was already becoming engorged.
Rochelle simply stared it at for a moment. It had been more than twenty years since she had seen another man’s naked penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and it continued to grow. Her eyes shifted to her wedding ring, and she looked again at her husband. He gave her a reassuring nod.
At last, she moved closer to the now nearly-erect cock in her hand, and placed her mouth over it. It felt different than her husband’s, and she suddenly felt her panties moisten. Normally, she would take her time and enjoy the experience, but she knew she was auditioning for a race, so she swallowed his cock entirely to the base and used her powerful tongue to milk it to full hardness.
“Holy fuck!” Anthony groaned.
Grabbing him by the hips, Rochelle stroked his cock with her mouth, bobbing up and down his length at a quickened pace. With each thrust, she took his entire length into the back of her throat, and then out to the head. Over and over, she worked on him, using her tongue and luscious lips to the best of her ability.
She could feel his dick swell in her mouth, and Anthony elicited a loud groan. He flooded her mouth with hot cum, and she swallowed it all instantly, while noticing the distinctively different taste than her husband’s. She continued to swallow until she was satisfied that he had finished. Removing him from her mouth, she rose to her feet.
Anthony’s knees practically buckled underneath him, and he collapsed back onto his chair. “Holy fuck,” he repeated.
For a moment, the three of them were silent. Rochelle looked at her husband, and noticed a strange look on his face. She asked Anthony to excuse them, and then led Aaron into the living room.
“Are you okay?” she asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Aaron said. He was still looking at her strangely.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I can’t really explain it,” he said, “but…”
He unzipped his pants and produced his rock-hard cock.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited in my life.”
She smiled wide, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth. She had barely begun to work on him when her mouth filled with another load of cum. He stifled a moan as several more spurts coated her throat. She swallowed it all eagerly, happy to have earned another “prize.”
“I guess you’re good, then,” she said as she rose to her feet. Aaron nodded.
“I’m even better now,” he said, reassuringly.
When they re-entered the kitchen, Anthony was still seated where they had left him. It appeared as though he hadn’t moved a muscle. They took their chairs around the table.
“Well?” Rochelle said, looking at Anthony. His face was flush.
“I have to say, that was fucking amazing,” he said. “No, seriously. That truly is a unique gift you have.”
“The best you’ve ever had?” Aaron asked, proudly.
“Dude, I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life,” Anthony stated. “I’m not prepared to say she’s the best I’ve ever had, based on that one brief experience. But she’s definitely up there. A few years ago, I had my dick sucked by one of the contestants in the NCC’s, and Rochelle just blew her away. No pun intended.”
They laughed, and both Aaron’s and Rochelle’s smiles were ear-to-ear.
“She does something really unique with her mouth,” Anthony continued. “I don’t know what it is. And those big lips feel incredible. And her tongue is so strong, and creates a kind of…suction, I guess. Like I said, I can’t explain it, but it was like fucking a really tight and wet pussy. Actually, it felt better than that. I can’t even describe it.”
“You don’t need to,” Aaron stated proudly. “I’ve been on the receiving end many, many times.”
“You, my friend, are one lucky man.”
“So you think she’s good enough to compete in the NCC’s?” Aaron asked, still beaming with pride.
“This is just my amateur opinion,” Anthony stated carefully, “but I think she could win the fucking thing. Let’s put it this way. The average time for a contender in the tournament to finish a guy is around three minutes and twenty seconds.”
“Wow,” Aaron muttered.
“The best of the contenders usually run around two minutes and fifty seconds. Last year’s winner, Candy Cummings, averaged around two and a half. I didn’t have a stopwatch just now, but I couldn’t have lasted more than a minute. Granted, I was mostly hard before she started. In the tournament, they would have disqualified me. But I also just jerked off yesterday, so to make me cum that quickly, a day later, is pretty fucking amazing.”
“So, how do I sign up?” Rochelle asked.
“You don’t,” Anthony explained. “No one signs up. There are thirty-two contenders in total, and they’re all sponsored.”
“Sponsored? By who?” Aaron asked.
“Lots of different people,” Anthony said. “Investors, gamblers, people associated with the webcast. I told you before, there is a shitload of money being made in this tournament. In addition to the webcast money and the gate receipts at the event itself, there is also a huge amount of money made from gambling on the competition.”
“Well, of course,” Aaron said, nodding his head. “It is Vegas, after all.”
“People bet on everything. The overall winner, the winner of each round, the final score of the championship round…”
“Final score?” Rochelle asked.
“There are four days in the tournament, and each day features a different event,” Anthony explained. “The final round lasts for fifteen minutes. The winner is determined by how many loads each contestant is able to get in that time. Last year, Candy won by a score of seven to four. It was a blow-out. That time, the pun was intended.”
“Seven loads in fifteen minutes?” Rochelle said, her expression falling. It hadn’t really occurred to her just how many dicks she would have to suck to get that prize money. Given that she had just sucked her first new cock in more than twenty years, the thought of it was daunting.
“So, it sounds like it’s just about impossible to get into this tournament,” Aaron said with an expression of disappointment.
“Normally, yeah,” Anthony said. Then he added with a smile, “but lucky for you, I know some people.”
Aaron and Rochelle arrived at the tall building located in the heart of Boston’s financial district, and took the elevator to the top floor. They were met by a secretary, who eventually led them into the main office. Vincent Minotti met them with a warm smile and a hearty handshake, and invited them to sit in the chairs situated in front of his large mahogany desk.
Surrounding them were large windows revealing the city skyline, which was bathed in a warm orange glow of the setting sun. Minotti was an older man with dark features who appeared to be in his late sixties. He wore what appeared to be a very expensive Italian suit, with a silk tie, golden cufflinks and a large gold watch.
“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked in a gravelly voice with a thick Boston accent. Both Aaron and Rochelle declined.
“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m having one,” he said. “It is the end of a long and profitable week, and I think I deserve it.”
With that, he poured himself a glass of scotch, took a sip, and reclined in his leather chair.
“So, what brings you here today?” he asked, staring intently at Rochelle.
“Your nephew, Anthony, mentioned that you may be able to help us,” Aaron said. “We’re looking for a sponsor for the NCC’s in Vegas this year.”
Minotti’s eyes never diverted from Rochelle. She held her husband’s hand upon his lap and squeezed. She was practically shaking.
“Why are [i]you[/i] here?” Minotti asked, directly to Rochelle. She swallowed hard, and her voice cracked.
“Like my husband said, we’re looking for a sponsor for the tournament.”
“What I mean is,” Minotti said, taking another sip of scotch. “why do you want to do this? You look like a nice lady. A soccer mom. You’ve been married for a long time?”
“Twenty years,” she said, proudly.
“So why are you here?”
Rochelle squeezed Aaron’s hand and leaned forward a little, exposing her ample cleavage. Aaron had encouraged her to wear a low-cut blouse to this interview, as he felt it might help her chances.
“I think I can win,” she stated, “and we could use the money.”
The expression on Minotti’s face changed, and he appeared disappointed by that response.
“…and I love sucking cock,” she added.
Minotti erupted in a loud, cackling laughter, and Aaron and Rochelle laughed with him, nervously. Minotti laughed so hard that he began coughing. He took another sip of scotch.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” he said with a wide smile. He leaned back and squinted toward her, then framed his hands around her face. “You know, you have a little Monica Lewinsky thing going. Has anyone ever told you that?”
She shook her head and smiled.
“You know, this tournament is, first and foremost, about entertaining our audience. My investment firm discovered this event in its very early stage, and today we own a very large share of the media branch of the event. We stream this event to millions of people all over the world, and we make a lot of money doing so. Our audience isn’t necessarily concerned with the talent level of the contestants. They just want a good show. Most of the contestants are gorgeous women. I wouldn’t say their skill is secondary – in fact, they are probably the best in the world – but people generally aren’t going to pay $49.95 to watch an average-looking, middle-aged housewife give great head.”
Rochelle nodded her head, and her smile faded.
“That said, I think there’s an interesting storyline here. Our audience might connect with an underdog story like yours. Having someone like you in the tournament lends it a little realism, a little credibility. We’ve been accused in the past of staging and scripting everything, and that hurts the brand. Seeing an average-looking soccer mom in this tournament may be just what we need. Especially if you’re good enough to advance to the later rounds.”
Rochelle’s expression brightened a bit, and she still held tightly to her husband’s hand.
“Of course, you aren’t the only candidate that we’re interviewing for this slot,” Minotti continued. “And, of course, we would have to ask you for a demonstration of your ability.”
Rochelle was prepared for this situation, as she and Aaron had discussed the probability that she would be asked to perform during this interview. She nodded her affirmation to Minotti. He arose from his chair and walked around the desk, and she released her husband’s hand, and lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
“Oh, no, no, my dear,” Minotti said, patting her gently on the shoulder. “Although I’m sure I would enjoy it, I won’t be doing the evaluation myself.”
Flushed with embarrassment, Rochelle returned to her chair as Minotti walked to the door. He spoke to his secretary, and left the door open as he returned to his desk. Moments later, four men wearing expensive business suits walked through the door, with the last shutting it behind him.
“Rochelle, this is our evaluation team,” Minotti said. “Team, this is Rochelle.”
Each member of the team nodded in her direction, although none smiled. They seemed to take their jobs very seriously.
“Rochelle, sweetie, if you wouldn’t mind,” Minotti said, motioning to the man on the far left, who was taking his limp cock out of his pants. After releasing it, he stood with his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead.
Rochelle looked nervously at Aaron, who gave her a nod and a smile.
“You can do this,” he whispered.
She walked over to the man and dropped to her knees. She was just about to reach for his cock when the man on the far right spoke to her.
“When I say go,” he directed. She noticed that he was holding a stopwatch and a clipboard. “Go,” he said.
Rochelle wasted no time, and stuffed the man’s cock into her mouth. Within moments, he had filled her to the back of her throat. He was a bit larger than she was used to, and it was difficult for her to breathe at first, but she was soon able to find a comfortable rhythm. She pumped her mouth over his shaft again and again, using her lips and tongue to elicit his sweet nectar as quickly as possible. She was quickly rewarded, as she felt his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, and found that he tasted oddly sweet.
She took his cock out of her mouth, and turned toward the man on the right for her next instruction.
“Why did you stop? Did he finish?” the man asked. Rochelle looked confused. The man let out an exasperated sigh, and clicked his stopwatch. “You have to display the cum, darling. Has no one explained the tournament rules to you?”
She shook her head, and the man rolled his eyes.
“Next time, either have the man cum on your face, or spit it out.”
“Just don’t spit on my rug, please,” Minotti added. He then handed her an empty glass. “Here,” he said, “you can use this if you want.”
She took the glass and sheepishly stood to her feet. The man with the clipboard let out another exasperated sigh.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, and motioned toward the next man in line, who had already taken his limp cock out. Rochelle knelt in front of him.
She took the second man’s cock in her mouth. Once it reached full length, she noticed it was the same size as the first man’s. She vigorously worked her mouth over his shaft until he, too, unleashed inside her mouth. She nearly swallowed it before remembering what to do. She quickly grabbed the glass beside her and spit a large amount of fluid into it.
“Good,” the man with the clipboard said, and jotted down some figures.
The next man in the line stood with his limp cock out, staring straight ahead with his hands behind his back, just like the others. Rochelle crawled over to him on her hands and knees and positioned herself in front of him.
The third man became erect much quicker than the other two, and Rochelle verified that he was the same size. Although she was becoming sore from all the pounding of the other two large cocks against the back of her throat, she pushed ahead. She could see it was the end of the line, and she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She worked her mouth furiously over his shaft until his cock swelled, and his balls tightened, unloading another wave of cum into her mouth. It was so much that she nearly choked. She spit it into the glass, and the man with the clipboard made another notation.
All four men left the room, leaving Rochelle still kneeling on the floor. She eventually figured out that her demonstration was over, and returned to her chair.
“Impressive,” Minotti said with a smile. He looked at his watch. “I’m guessing that took less than eight minutes. Impressive, indeed.”
Minotti stared at Rochelle in quiet contemplation.
“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked.
“When will we hear from you?” Aaron asked.
“Soon,” Minotti answered. “Our people will contact you shortly, and let you know either way.”
“If I am accepted,” Rochelle asked, “what are the next steps?”
“We’ll come to that if and when we get to that point, darling,” Minotti answered. “Now, if there are no further questions, I need to get back to work.”
Aaron and Rochelle shook their heads, and Minotti rose to shake their hands.
“Are you okay?” Aaron asked as they departed from the building.
“Yeah,” Rochelle answered, “I’m fine.”
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“No. It was actually kind of fun,” she said with a smile. She then reached down and grabbed his crotch. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to enjoy the show as well.”
“When we get home,” Aaron responded, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Promises, promises,” she said with a grin.
The phone call came eight days later. Aaron answered the phone, and wore a smile from ear to ear as the news was delivered. He hung up and embraced Rochelle. They shared a passionate kiss, and spent the rest of the night engaging in excited conversation. The tournament was only six months away, and they spent the next several days planning their trip.
Minotti and Associates were footing the entire bill for their trip to Las Vegas. They would pay for the airfare, hotel, and transportation, as well as the entry fee to the tournament. Of course, they insisted on a thirty percent cut if she won any prize money. Rochelle was already listed on the tournament’s web site, although she had been given the pseudonym “Molly Mounds.” Aaron and Rochelle shared a huge belly laugh together when they first read the name.
“Molly Mounds??” Rochelle blurted, laughing in hysterics.
“Hey, it could be worse,” Aaron said, while scanning the list of contestants. “There are a lot of ridiculous names listed here. ‘Taylor Swallows.’ ‘Heidi Slicktongue.’ ‘Penelope Chokes.’ ‘Mila Lipscumm.’ ‘Charlee Throatbanger.’ ‘Cindy Silkthroat.’…”
Their laughter was interrupted by the ringing of their phone. Rochelle answered, and her smile was replaced with a look of annoyance. She hung up, and set the phone down on the table with a thud.
“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked.
“It was Minotti’s office,” she replied. “They’re sending a guy over to ‘evaluate me.'”
“They said it’s part of the contract we signed. Apparently, I’m subject to periodic evaluations to ensure that I’m maintaining my level of performance.”
“Well, that seems reasonable,” Aaron calmly intoned. “After all, they’re making a big investment in you.”
“It’s just annoying,” she pouted. “How many times do I need to prove myself to those people? I’m not their little whore, to be used at their whim whenever they feel like it.”
“I’m sure that’s not how they’re treating you, Ro.”
“Oh, give me a break, Aaron. You know they’re sending some guy over here from the office to get a blowjob as a reward for good work. It has nothing to do with the tournament.”
Before Aaron could respond, the doorbell rang.
“That was fast,” he said.
Rochelle swung open the door, and a young man stood at the doorway, holding a clipboard.
“Good evening,” he said with a smile. “I’m really sorry to bother you. I hope it’s a good time for you.”
Rochelle grabbed his hand, yanked him inside, and shut the door behind him.
“That’s awfully thoughtful of you,” she sneered, “but there really is no good time for this.”
Before he could say another word, she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his fly, and yanked down his pants and underwear. His limp cock dangled in front of her, and she took it straight into her mouth. The young man wore an expression of shock and pleasure as she furiously worked her mouth over his tool.
As she reached around to grab his ass and pull him toward her, he held himself in place by grabbing the table in the hallway. She pumped her mouth so hard against him that she nearly knocked him over with each thrust. Finally, he gave a loud and extended moan. His muscles seized, and he shook as she finished him off.
She rose to her feet, put her face directly in front of his, and opened her mouth to show that it was full of his cum. She then swallowed in one big gulp.
“Satisfied?” she said. The young man simply nodded. “Good, now get out.”
She opened the door, and he scurried away with his dick still sticking out from his pants. Aaron burst into laughter, and Rochelle’s expression eventually cracked until she joined him.
“I wish I could read that evaluation!” Aaron said.
“That little prick came so quickly, I don’t think he knew what he had signed up for,” she said with a smile.
They returned to the living room, and Aaron fired up the laptop to visit the tournament homepage. One of the items on their to-do list was to make sure they fully understood the rules of the tournament. They learned that the tournament begins with sixteen contestants, who are ranked according to their performance in a preliminary round. They are then matched up head-to-head, according to their ranking. In the first round, each contestant sucks three cocks, one at a time. A point is earned for each cumshot. The first contestant to reach three points moves on to the next round.
As Aaron continued his research, and Rochelle became enthralled by a television show, they heard a knock at their door. They gave each other a perplexed look, and Aaron rose to answer the door.
“How you doing?” a man said. “Is this the Thomas residence?”
“It is,” Aaron responded.
“I’m here from Minotti and Associates. I believe they told you I was coming tonight.”
Aaron looked at him in confusion. “Didn’t you already send a guy here earlier?”
The man shook his head.
Aaron’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself. He looked over toward the table in the hallway, and noticed that the young man from earlier that night had left his clipboard behind. He picked it up and read it, and then laughed again. He invited the Minotti rep inside, and led him into the living room.
“Honey,” Aaron called as he entered the room with the Minotti rep trailing behind him, “this man is from the Minotti group.”
“What?” she said, incredulously. “Another one?”
“No,” Aaron said, and held up the clipboard. “That other kid that was here? He was selling magazines.”
The startled look on her face elicited another roar of laughter from Aaron. He laughed so hard that his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the sofa. Rochelle simply stood, completely motionless, with her mouth gaped open.
“Can we get to this?” the Minotti rep said with a deadpan expression. “I gotta get somewhere after this.”
Rochelle let out an exasperated sigh, and slowly walked toward him. She dropped to her knees in front of him and patiently waited for him to take his dick out.
Over the next several weeks, men from the Minotti office would show up at Rochelle’s front door. Having learned her lesson, she always made sure they verified who they were before she performed for them. She was struck by the professional and no-nonsense approach of these evaluators. Although she had her doubts at first, these men were truly serious about their business.
On one occasion, a Minotti rep appeared at her door, and after allowing him inside, she took his dick in her mouth. Strangely, it took him longer than usual to become hard in her mouth. She worked and worked at him for an extended time before he finally burst in her mouth. By the time he left, she was exhausted.
“I don’t know what just happened,” she remarked to Aaron after the man from Minotti’s group had left. “He just wasn’t responding to anything I was doing.”
Aaron merely shrugged his shoulders. “You can’t win ’em all, honey. Maybe he had a bad day. Maybe he’s just the kind of guy who takes a long time to finish. I’m sure it has nothing to do with you.”
A few days later, there was another knock at the door. This time, it was a woman who stood in their doorway. She was a pretty and petite, young Asian woman, who introduced herself as Mai Lin. She explained in a heavy accent that she was sent by Minotti and Associates.
Aaron welcomed her inside, and escorted her into the living room, where she was greeted by Rochelle.
“This is Rochelle?” Mai Lin said with a look of astonishment. Rochelle simply nodded. Mai Lin stepped back a bit and looked at her from head to toe.
“You no look like typical Minotti girl,” she said.
“I think that was the goal,” Aaron responded. Mai Lin gave Rochelle another long look and shrugged her shoulders.
“I was sent here to be your personal trainer,” she explained. Rochelle gave Aaron a puzzled look.
“No one told me anything about a trainer,” Rochelle said.
“Well, I am here now,” Mai Lin responded. “Sent here to help you.”
“Okay,” Rochelle responded hesitantly. “I didn’t realize I needed help.”
“Tournament is only one month from now,” Mai Lin continued. “I will help. I work in blowjob bar in Thailand for many years. That is where Minotti people found me. I was Minotti girl for three year. Finish in second place two year ago.”
“Blowjob bar?” Rochelle said, looking at Aaron. He responded with a shrug.
“Many men visit blowjob bar,” Mai Lin explained. “Very popular. Look it up.”
“Okay, fine,” Rochelle said. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, I need demonstration,” Mai Lin said. “Show me what you do.”
Rochelle appeared confused. Mai Lin simply motioned toward Aaron. Rochelle smiled, and knelt in front of her husband. He helped her take his pants down, revealing his ratty boxer shorts with the holes in them. Aaron blushed. He wasn’t expecting to be standing in his underwear in front of a strange woman that evening. When Rochelle lowered his boxers, he felt even more self-conscious. He hadn’t shown his cock to another woman since he had met Rochelle.
Rochelle took his cock into her mouth and kept it fully inside her, swirling her tongue around his balls and the underside of his shaft until it was fully engorged. She then began bobbing her lips up and down along his shaft.
“Okay, stop,” Mai Lin said, suddenly. “Tournament rules say mouth must be on cock at all times. But that does not mean you cannot use your hands.”
“Aaron prefers that I only use my mouth,” Rochelle explained.
“Not all men like Aaron,” Mai Lin countered.
Rochelle did as she instructed and jerked Aaron’s cock while keeping her mouth over his head.
“Don’t just pump,” Mai Lin instructed. “Rotate. Men like rotation, too. Let me show you.”
Mai Lin knelt down next to Rochelle and took Aaron’s cock in her hand. Rochelle looked at Aaron with a wide-eyed expression, and Aaron returned with a look of shock. He moved his hands in front of himself in an attempt to move Mai Lin away, but she pushed his hands away.
“Hands behind your back, please,” she said, sternly. She wrapped her dainty fingers around his cock and began rotating back and forth. “Now, if you rotate like this, this very pleasurable. You can even use two hands like this, and rotate in opposite directions. Combine with mouth and tongue.”
With that, Mai Lin leaned forward and took Aaron’s cock into her mouth. As she bobbed up and down, and flicked her tongue under his head, her delicate hands moved in rhythmic circles around the base of his shaft. She stopped for a moment.
“You see?” she said. She then noticed the look of bewilderment on Rochelle’s face, and it seemed to occur to her that she had crossed a social barrier. “This is okay, I suck Aaron’s cock?”
Rochelle laughed. “Well, it’s a little late to ask! But yeah, it’s fine.” She gave Aaron a wink and a smile.
“Okay, you practice what I just did,” Mai Lin said. Rochelle mimicked the moves, while Mai Lin watched with a critical eye.
“Okay, very good,” Mai Lin said. “Now I show you another method.”
Mai Lin grasped Aaron’s cock once again, and put him all the way into the back of her throat in one smooth motion. She removed him completely from her mouth.
“You know how deepthroat?” she asked Rochelle, who nodded. “Good. When cock all the way inside, you make swallowing motion. This create suction, and press your tongue up. Okay?”
Rochelle nodded, and Mai Lin demonstrated, taking Aaron’s cock all the way into her throat. He responded with a low moan, and Rochelle smiled as she watched the expression on his face.
“Now,” Mai Lin said, removing his throbbing cock from her mouth once again. “Don’t forget balls. Rules say we cannot put finger in the ass, but we can press this spot right next to asshole.” She lifted Aaron’s balls, and pressed on his perineum.
“That spot will get hard as man reach orgasm,” Mai Lin continued. “You massage that spot while deepthroating and swallowing, and most men cum very quickly.”
She swallowed Aaron’s cock once again, and pressed her long fingernails underneath his balls. While making short strokes with her mouth, she circled his perineum with her fingertips. Aaron emitted a loud groan. She pulled her mouth away, and a large amount of cum spewed from her mouth and down her chin as several more spurts erupted from Aaron’s cock.
“You see?” Mai Lin said. Rochelle simply smiled.
“I go clean up,” Mai Lin said. “I will be right back.”
Rochelle pointed her in the direction of their bathroom while Aaron picked up his pants from the floor. He looked at her and laughed.
“I take it you enjoyed that?” she teased.
“When I woke up this morning, I never expected to get a blowjob from a little Asian woman,” he whispered. “Are you okay with what just happened?”
“Okay?” Rochelle said. “Are you kidding me? After everything I’ve been doing, I’d be quite a hypocrite if I weren’t okay with that.”
“So then you don’t mind if she does it again?” Aaron asked with a smile. Rochelle responded by slapping him on the shoulder.
Over the next two weeks, Mai Lin arrived at the house for more “training sessions.” She not only demonstrated blowjob techniques, but coached Rochelle on various aspects of playing to the crowd, handling the media and being aware of camera angles. She reminded her that this was, after all, a media event.
As the big event approached, Mai Lin directed Rochelle to meet her at a hotel down the road. She said that it would be their final training session before the tournament. When Rochelle asked for details, she was simply told to show up and be prepared to suck dick.
Rochelle and Aaron walked into the hotel’s lobby and were greeted warmly by Mai Lin. She then led them to a small conference room. They walked into the room and were startled to see that it was filled with a dozen naked men seated around a large table, all wearing blindfolds and noise-cancelling headphones. Their clothes were folded neatly on the floor around the circumference of the room.
“You no need to be here,” Mai Lin said to Aaron. “But you can stay if you like.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Aaron said, and Rochelle smiled and squeezed his hand.
“Then you sit over there in corner,” Mai Lin said, pointing to a lone chair at the opposite end of the room. Aaron kissed his wife, and moved to the chair.
“Today, we take everything you have learned and put in practice,” Mai Lin began. “As I say, every man is different. You have been training only with your husband. You need different cocks to understand different men. Okay? You need figure out what man likes and not like. Read his body language. The quicker you figure out, the quicker they cum. Okay?”
“Who are these men?” Rochelle asked, looking around the room with trepidation.
“These men?” Mai Lin asked, as if she hadn’t noticed their presence. “They are not important. Just cocks. I pick them especially for this training session.”
“Am I going to have to suck off all of these men?” Rochelle asked.
“Of course,” Mai Lin responded. “Why else would they be here?”
Ask a silly question, get a silly answer, Rochelle thought.
“Any more questions?” Mai Lin asked.
Rochelle shook her head. Mai Lin walked over to the nearest man seated at the table and tapped him on the shoulder. He swiveled his chair around and stood. His limp cock dangled between his legs.
“You know what to do,” Mai Lin said.
Rochelle looked around the table. The sheer number of naked men in the room was daunting. She could smell their musky scent. Her panties moistened at the thought of putting each of their cocks in her mouth and sucking them all to completion. The naughtiness of what she was about to do overwhelmed her.
She knelt in front of the man before her, moistened her lips, and waited for the signal. As soon as she heard the word, she wrapped her soft, wet lips around his tool, plunging him fully into her mouth. He responded instantly, and soon filled her mouth to the back of her throat. She stroked his cock with her lips and tongue until he rewarded her with a sweet and salty prize. She grabbed an empty glass off of the conference table and filled nearly a quarter of it with cum.
“Why you always finish in mouth?” Mai Lin asked.
“I don’t know,” Rochelle responded. “Force of habit, I guess. Less messy. More pleasurable for them.”
“Their pleasure not matter,” Mai Lin scolded. “This is timed contest. Take too long to finish man in your mouth. As soon as referee sees cum, he signal for you. He not see cum, he not signal. Okay?”
Mai Lin directed the standing man to his seat, and tapped the next man on the shoulder. He rose to his feet, and Rochelle crawled in front of him. On Mai Lin’s signal, she put his cock in her mouth. This time, the man didn’t seem to respond immediately to her usual technique. She began using her hand along with her mouth, and yet still, he was only half erect.
“Stop!” Mai Lin commanded, and Rochelle took the man’s cock out of her mouth.
“Look at it,” Mai Lin said, pointing to his half-erect dick. “You need count in your head. One…two…three. When you count forty, and cock still look like this, you say ‘switch!’ You get two switch per round. If you need them, use them. No waste time with limp dick like this.”
Rochelle looked up at the naked man still standing before her.
“Should I keep going?” she asked.
“No, you no keep going. He limp dick. I put him there on purpose. For learning.”
Mai Lin directed the man to his chair, and tapped the next one on the shoulder. Rochelle was relieved when his cock sprung to fullness before she had counted to fifteen in her head. She noticed that his dick seemed to twitch and expand whenever she rolled her tongue a certain way, so she kept doing it until he spurted into her mouth. She momentarily forgot her earlier instruction, but recovered quickly, and jerked his cock onto her face as instructed.
“Very good!” Mai Lin said with a rare smile, and dabbed Rochelle’s face with a towel. “You learn quickly! And only two minute, thirty-three second. Very impressive.”
On down the line Rochelle crawled. The next man in line seemed to react to a different technique, and Rochelle expertly adjusted to his particular taste. She finished him in under two and a half minutes.
After he was seated, Mai Lin tapped the next two men on the shoulder, and they both swiveled their chairs around and stood.
“Second round,” Mai Lin stated. “Two cocks, same time.” Rochelle looked at her nervously.
“Two cocks no different than one,” Mai Lin assured her. “Rules say must have mouth on cock at all times. Round two, can use hand on other cock. Okay?”
“Get both cocks wet and hard first,” Mai Lin continued. “Then work one with mouth, other with hand. Okay?”
Rochelle nodded again, but still looked unsure of herself.
“Many customer in Thailand request two for one,” Mai Lin stated. “This no big deal. You do fine.”
At the signal, Rochelle quickly grabbed both cocks, and alternated her mouth from one to the other until both were wet and hard. She then pumped her mouth over the cock on her left while jerking the cock on her right. She found it difficult to fully concentrate on either one, and it took her a while to establish a rhythm, but eventually she was rewarded when the cock she was sucking spurted into her mouth and across her lips.
She quickly moved to the next, and thanks to her undivided attention, as well as the head start she had from using her hand, she was able to get him off in little time.
“Very good,” Mai Lin said, looking at her stopwatch. “Five minute, fifty three seconds. You can do better, but not bad for first time.”
Rochelle’s face was a mess. Milky white fluid streaked across her cheeks, dotted her hair, shined from her lips and chin, and stained the front of her blouse.
Mai Lin handed her a towel.
“Next, we do three. But we take a break now. I will be back in ten minute.”
She disappeared into the hallway, leaving Rochelle and Aaron in a room with twelve naked men.
“What on earth have you gotten me into?” Rochelle said sarcastically. She rose to her feet on aching knees and toweled off her face and hair.
“Ugh. It’s all over me,” she said.
She looked at Aaron, and he said not a word, but she recognized the look of hunger on his face. Without saying a word, he rose from his chair and approached her. He forcefully turned her around so that she was facing the conference table. He yanked down her shorts, and then her panties, and bent her over the table.
She heard the sound of his zipper, and felt his hot, rock-hard cock being pressed against her dripping wet slit. He easily slipped inside her, and she groaned loudly. He fucked her hard, deep, and fast, thrusting into her with such force that it shook the table. The naked men around the table were jolted by the sudden movement, but none of them moved from their spots nor removed their blindfolds or earphones.
He thrust into her again and again, and she held onto the table in a feeble attempt to keep it from shaking. He was making a loud grunting sound, almost animal-like, and the sound only heightened her arousal. A tremendous orgasmic wave seized her just as he began to shudder and groan himself. She could feel a hot fluid filling her as he buried himself as deeply inside her as he could.
Breathless, he hiked up his pants and returned to his chair. Rochelle gathered herself as well. Cum gushed from her swollen pussy, and she tried to mop it up with her towel. She looked at Aaron, who was disheveled, and yet appeared much more relaxed.
“So I guess it was good for you, too,” she said with a smile, pulling up her panties and shorts. He nodded and smiled wide.
Mai Lin returned. The smell of sex in the room was overwhelming and undeniable. She looked from Rochelle to Aaron, and smiled slightly.
“Ready to continue?” she asked. Rochelle nodded. Only six more to go.