This is the first part of a not-so-serious story about a race that includes scantily clad women performing numerous sexual acts on their way to win a prize. The complete story is much longer, but I cut it in smaller portions so it would be easier to chew.
This part includes
exhibitionism -- public indecency -- orgasm denial (female) -- hand job -- groping -- blowjob -- fingering (pussy) -- cum -- face fucking -- mild submission (female)
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Rays of sunshine stream through the tree tops as the organizers of the race use sharpies to draw race numbers on the participants' arms. While stretching my legs I take in the scene: gorgeous women all around me, wearing hardly anything. The dressing code is strict- you can only wear sneakers, micro shorts and a top that reveals more than it supports- mainly a cover for the nipples. This race is for women only and the concept is legendary- it's mentally and physically exhausting and so far, no-one has been able to reach the finish. You start at the bottom of the large hill that's basically a mountain with plethora of trees covering its sides. Then you run, completing missions on the checkpoints, and try to be as fast as possible. It's not usually the uphill or running that makes the contestants fail- it's the requirement that you are not allowed to orgasm before you've crossed the finish line.
That might sound simple and plenty of ladies have miscalculated the risks so far, but I intend to be the first one to accomplish the grand price of 50 000 dollars. I could really use the money (who wouldn't). I'm running on tenth place and my assigned starting time is coming closer. Nine contestants have already zoomed into the woods, tits bouncing eagerly and I can only hope that their stamina is lousy. They time everyone so it doesn't matter when you start your race, and the time will be the essence only if there are two contestants who have completed the entire race all the way to the finish line. So far no-one has.
"You ready love? It's about time for your turn. Let's check that you're all set up". One of the organizers, a man a bit older than me, leads me to the starting line, smiles and very professionally starts going through my body. "We want to make sure you're all up to the code and not carrying anything on your person- it's all fun and games as long as everyone plays nicely" he says and gropes my breasts slowly. I gasp as his hand dives inside my tiny top- there really wouldn't be any need for that as you can easily see my nipples through the fabric- but he does it anyway. He fondles both of my tits slowly, intentionally, and pinches both nipples long and hard. I wince and he holds his pinch for a little longer before giving last wholesome grope on both sides.
His hands move lower and meet my butt. After careful examination on top of the shorts he moves to the front, continuing to keep his hand on top of the fabric for a while longer. There's no particular look on his face as he slides his hand inside my shorts, cupping my pussy. I'm already getting wet from all the groping and the forthcoming race is making me excited in every way. He starts rubbing my clitoris, slowly, casually, and suddenly slides his finger inside me. I gasp, and he removes it only to re-enter with two fingers.
"Seems like everything is in order miss. And I must say you've made a smart choice on not wearing anything underneath your shorts- those things just get on the way. Let me just make a last check and then you're good to go." He continues penetrating me with three fingers for a little while and pulls his hand away. Then he reaches out to the table next to him, picks up a tiny camera and attaches it to my top. The only slightly uncomfortable aspect of the race concept has been the fact that you're being monitored all the time, but I guess it's the only way they can make sure that you don't just vanish to the woods and ease you throbbing lust secretly before continuing on the race. But I was assured that only the judges would see the videos and delete those afterwards, so I had decided it was worth the shot.
"Very nice miss. You're all set up and as the bell rings, you can begin."
With my cheeks blushed and warm, I nod and brace myself for the upcoming challenges. My breathing is little faster than usual and I take a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, to no avail. The bell rings and I start my journey up.
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The route is marked with fluorescent pink flags and there shouldn't be any chances of getting lost during the competition. I jog up the path, feeling the wetness between my legs mixing with sweat. After half an hour, I reach the first checkpoint. There's a man sitting on a wooden picnic chair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Welcome to the first checkpoint, number ten! Your task here is very simple. You sit on this chair," he says as he raises up and pats the lonely chair, "and you use only your hands to make me cum."
That sounds easy! I sit down, finding my face directly on the level with his penis he just liberated from his jeans. He's standing close to me, his penis is perfect and erect and I lick my lips as I inhale.
"Remember, you can use only your hands. And if you can make me cum, not a drop of it can end up in your mouth."
"Where then?" I ask laying wishful looks to his cock.
"On your tits if you're lucky and skilled. Some girls haven't been so handy and I've just ejaculated on the ground to make them understand that it's a privilege to handle the dicks on this competition."
"Did they get your point?"
"Maybe, at least the looked a bit ashamed. But we'll see how you'll manage won't we. I've already cum nine times this morning, so you have to work hard."
I spit on my hand and start sliding it along the beautiful penis in front of me. The whole situation is a major turn-on for me; me, sitting lower wearing practically nothing, and the guy all dressed up standing in front of me telling me to use only my hands on his penis. Sucking cock is something I enjoy immensely and being denied of it in a setting like this is making me wetter and wetter, squirming on my seat. The man stretches his arm and reaches to the tree next to us, supporting his pose leaning slightly towards it. I add more spit and start caressing his balls on my other hand. As his breath becomes a little labored, a drop of clear pre-cum emerges on the head of his dick.