Then, I hopped onto his lap, exciting the guys again. I playfully put arms around his neck. Now, at the time, I was wearing this tight pink T-shirt, that displayed by rack very nicely, and a short black skirt. I hugged him, and what no one seemed to notice was he had slipped his hand up my skirt. He then slid a finger along my slit once or twice through my panties. I wanted to keep the show going, so I tried to hide my surprise, and I jumped up off of his lap, pretending to scold him, wagging my finger. As I walked away, I stopped and flipped up my skirt, giving everyone a peak at my little black panties. That wasn't quite so bad, except that I was wearing a thong, so I exposed my ass cheeks to the world. John shouted, "WHOA! Can we air that? Put something on, young lady!" Of course, he had to yell this over the screams from the audience. I just stood there making a silly "innocent little me" face.
Sean's stroking of my pussy lips had given me a tingle down below, and after exposing my butt, I was feeling pretty excited over turning the guys on so much. Still, the show had to go on. We waited for the crowd to quiet down, and continued. Now, you may know how the show works. John asks some stupid questions, and Sean's answers narrow down the field of women. This time the question was something about what size Sean likes his women: skinny, average or chubby. (Though I think instead of "chubby", the category was "Baby Got Back".) Sean decided to get rid of the chubby ones, so they walked off stage, parading past him. Keep in mind this was MTV, so their standard of "chubby" was pretty sexist.
As the paraded by, one redheaded girl took my lead and flipped up her skirt, shaking her ass for Sean. She had regular panties on, but he liked it enough to use his option to keep one of the girls he had just thrown out. As she headed back to where the other contestants were standing, John said, "Sean, you sexist pig!" Now, the guys were cheering the girl -- named Heather -- and she raised her arms in the air, happy to accept the praise. "Hey!" I yelled, putting my hands on my hips, "I already did that!" So, I walked over to her, and we stood side to side, our backs to the audience. I started flipping up her skirt and then mine, like I was comparing our asses. The crowd was screaming again, though I was getting more excited after again exposing my rear end to the crowd. Heather was laughing and she then flipped her skirt up again, leaving it up and wiggling her butt again.
I should explain that the whole point of the show was to make it seem like everyone was just barely under control. The producers wanted me to act as outrageously as I dared to, and the crowd usually joined in. So, I figured that Heather was showing me up, and I gave her ass a quick little spank. It was a little harder than I meant, and a soft "SMACK" could be heard. She acted shocked, but just went with it. She made a pouty face and put her skirt back down, rubbing back there like she was hurt. Then she really surprised me by suddenly flipping up my skirt and giving my ass a slap. Since I was in a thong, she actually hit flesh, and gave me a real spank.
Now, we were kind of play wrestling, and I reached over and grabbed the top of her skirt and literally tore it off of her. As it fell to the floor, the crowd was screaming, hooting at Heather standing there in a shirt and her panties. The next step was another one of those times where I went too far. As she grabbed at my skirt to tear it off, I slapped her hand away, and then reached forward, grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties, and yanked them down to her knees. Her round ass was now exposed to the crowd, but I suppose they were more excited to see her reddish bush. If you looked closely, you could see the hint of the lips of her pussy. While she had a shocked expression on her face, she gave a little spin, making sure all the guys got a good look at her nudity. Then, I guess she lost her nerve, because she turned and ran off back stage, pulling up her panties as she went. I figured I might as well play along, and ran after her.
Behind me, the crowd kept going wild. As I left the stage behind, I figured there was no way they would air any of this. So, since the show was over, I decided to turn my attentions to Heather. She ran off toward the dressing rooms, but I caught up with her. "Hold it right there!" I shouted. When I grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her against the wall in the corridor, she let out a gasp, with a hint of a giggle. "Sorry about all that," she laughed.
I leaned in closer to her, keeping her pinned against the wall. "This is my show," I said, with mock anger. I moved even closer, and spoke quieter. "When Jenny McCarthy pulls off your panties..." I leaned in, my lips just inches from hers. I moved my hands back to the waistband of her panties. "...You keep them off!" Then, I yanked them down again, and she gasped. We were both breathing heavily now. I moved my right hand up her thigh slowly, moving inward as I did. She wasn't giggling any more, just panting. She obviously hadn't expected this.
"Remember, this is MY show...I'm in charge," I whispered and then ran my fingertip along her pussy lips. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I continued to stroke her slowly, and I noticed my finger got wetter as I stroked her. Her lips became swollen, and she started to slowly move her hips, sliding her slit against my hand.
Our faces couldn't have been more than an inch apart, and I felt her breath against my face. She licked her lips as I pushed my finger between her cunt lips, into the wetness beyond. She whimpered as I slid my finger inside of her. It felt like her pussy was sucking on my finger, pulling it further inside. Then, I pushed it deep inside her cunt and she moaned. I started sliding it in and out, and she was panting and moaning as I did so. All this time, we both moved very slowly, keeping the whole affair so damn hot, I knew my juices were seeping out of my own cunt. All we could hear was our own breath. Our tits were mashed together, as our painfully hard nipples rubbed against each other through our shirts.
Heather's hands hung down by her sides as she leaned her back against the wall and humped against my hand. A little grin formed on her face as she kept her eyes closed, just savoring every move of my fingers. I slipped a second and then a third finger inside, and she made a "Mmmmmm...." sound as I picked up the pace, but not by much. Then, I began to rub my thumb against her clit and she grunted. "Oh, God..." she whispered. She started to grunt rhythmically, matching my every thrust, and she got louder. My fingers were now covered in her sweet juices, and I felt the warm liquid start to run down my hand. I'd never known anyone to be so turned on and so wet. Of course, by now my thong was soaked, too.
Finally, her breathing got heavier and her grunts became loud whimpers. I knew she was close. I picked up the pace even more, as our faces remained so close that our noses touched as we moved. Then, she had had too much and I felt her pussy grasp my fingers as she cried out. Her orgasm hit her and she shook, crying out even louder. I held her tightly against me body, having to hold her up as her orgasm took all strength from her legs.
Her bucking subsided, and all that was left was our ragged panting. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me, her gaze full of lust. She closed the tiny distance between us as our lips touched and we kissed deeply. As we did so, I brought my fingers up between our lips. They were dripping with her tangy cum, and we continued to kiss with my fingers between us, sucking and licking my fingers as well as our own mouths.
We leaned there for a couple of minutes. I grinned and said, "So much for the game, huh?"
