The Competition Winner

The Competition Winner.

I don't know about you guys but for a while now I have eschewed the old fashioned porn for these new chat lines. Not that I have ever chatted with the... I don't know what to call them... actors? Because they certainly are, but of course they are more than that. Yes they are performers, and exhibitionists but also they are working for a living. They have to make you and I believe it is all real.

My favourites .....well, I am not really into the older well-endowed ladies, preferring spinners or smutty twenty year olds. I also feel that rather than watch one girl on the screen, writhing and shaking in passion as she pushes yet another finger into her puss, why not watch the display showing two, three, four or even five girls sometimes, all doing the same thing. Or maybe a guy with them, always with an improbable length dick, as he gets first sucked and then repays the girl by taking her to all sorts of ecstatic orgasms.

Yes I was doubtful too about how real those orgasms were, but hell, true or not, I was not seeing any in real life so I would just watch these and dream.

I am Eric, thirty-two years old, work in an Insurance Company, who think enough of me that after 9 years I have been promoted to supervisor. I was briefly engaged to Fern, before she dumped me for a footballer. She is now divorced, which gives me some satisfaction, except that she kept the big house in a nice village in the Cotswolds and now apparently doesn't need to work. Funnily enough she never returned my calls when I rang to commiserate on her divorce. Surely the offer of getting back together would have been enough to make her call me straight back?

I don't have much of a social life. I play a little football myself, although not to Dwayne's professional standard. He was Fern's ex. I just do Sundays in the park. I don't meet many girls, partly because the company doesn't like you having relationships within the company, and partly because not many single girls come down to the Red Lion. I spend two or three evenings a week in there with a few other guys, who, like me, don't have wives or girlfriends. We range in age from early twenties to a couple of retired plumbers in their seventies. Not exciting but we have the odd laugh or two.

Perhaps that is why I spend so much of my time, and, I guess, money on these chat lines. One of my favourites are a couple of coloured girls, I am guessing from the Caribbean, because they tend to come on very late at night, which I think is evening in the west Indies? Right? They are outrageously funny and sexy and very open about lying down and opening their pussy flaps, bright pink inside, who knew? They roll around together, laughing, joking, kissing and fingering each other, waving their assholes in front of the camera. One of the girls seemed to try to push the camera up her pussy on one occasion. Not that you could see very much as it went dark. Not surprising I guess.

Another favourite is a group of three, two guys and a girl. The guys spend all their time deep throating the girl from one end and then switching and pushing it up her ass from the other. They are not funny at all, rarely talking, but the girl is a very pretty, slim blonde. Film star pretty.

I am also fascinated by those couples or sometimes groups, often Asian, where the guy undresses the girls and shows her off for the cameras.

And finally there is a group of between four and five girls and one guy. You can hear them speak and they are obviously English. They have an amazing range of beautiful girls, an Indian girl, a redhead, and a blonde with long straight hair. There is a beautiful coloured girl, who looks like an athlete, and an Asian girl. Chinese maybe or Thai? But they are all English and chat away to the screen, introducing themselves, although probably not their real names I suspect. They chat away to each other laughing and joking like real friends. The boy, whose name is Sam, works his way around the girls, seemingly doing whatever he likes. Each night they are on, he is there with either four or five girls. There he is, groping, kissing, eating pussy or ass, fingering, fucking, and even making them squirt from time to time. Just think, I work in an Insurance Company, and he gets paid, presumably, for doing that! While he is playing with one or two of the girls, the others are dancing or rolling about kissing and fingering one of the other girls. Amazing.

Anyway the point of my tale is that I had been watching this and other chat lines three or four nights a week for about six months. I was buying another five hundred tokens, about fifty pounds worth, which would keep me going for a couple of weeks, well sometimes. At least a week anyway, when I saw this offer.

''Buy £100 worth of tokens and enter a lottery to win an invitation to watch, in person, one live screening of any British act of your choice.'' The broadcasters would pay transport to wherever in Britain it was and throw in a night's accommodation if necessary. All I had to do was send a photo and a small resume of my history. They emphasised that I was receiving this offer as a regular viewer.

I was amazed, but I never even thought to decline their offer. My main problem was that £100 was a bit more than I had, but I did have a credit card tucked away in a drawer that I reserved for emergencies. Well it seemed to me that this was such an emergency. I got the card, took a photo of myself with my phone and wrote a couple of hundred words explaining who I was, my age, what I did for a living, how I was a regular at the pub and how much I enjoyed their 'entertainment'. Just before I loaded it all up I had a thought. Should I send a nude photo. After all, all their cast members were naked one time or another. I undressed and took a couple. I looked okay in the one where I just showed my chest. I am not in bad shape, but I really wasn't sure about a full frontal. My cock looked small beside some of those guys you see on the screen. Sure it was hanging, not erect, so I decided to send two, the first of my face and the second of my upper body and face. A good compromise I felt. I also wondered whether I should choose the set I wanted to see. I decided there was no harm in it so added to my resume that if I were to win I would choose to see Sam & His Girls, as they were called.

I added, ''I assume they are in Britain. If they are not available, I would be happy to see the set of your choice.''

I pressed send and never expected to hear any more.

It was about ten days later that I got the shock of my life via email.

''Dear Eric, I am delighted to say that you have won our competition to watch the live showing of a set and you have already chosen Sam & His Girls. They will be happy to meet you on either the 4th, 7th, 9th or 13th of next month. Please confirm details with Helen on the email address given below in the confirmation. She has suggested that they meet you in the Bar of the Coach & Horses in Dagenham Essex, at about 6pm, which is conveniently next to the Station. We will reimburse your travel expenses and will book a room for the night of your choice in the Coach& Horses. Please let us know the date you choose and copy us into your email correspondence with Helen. We hope that you have an enjoyable evening and thank you for supporting our ChatSite.''

Wow.

Helen was the blonde with the long hair. Maybe they did use their own names?

The 4th was next Friday perfect. I had plenty of leave owing to me, and Fridays were our quietest day anyway. The bosses arranged meetings out of the office in the afternoons invariably. Meetings? It would take me an hour and half to get to London and I presumed about an hour to Dagenham. I would catch a train early afternoon and easily be there by four to settle into the room at the pub. All was confirmed.

Helen sent me a note. ''Looking forward to meeting you. Leave any prejudices at home, and come prepared to have a fun time. Or perhaps I should tell you to have a fun time and be prepared to cum. You have seen us on the set. That is what we are really like. We are all friends and know each other intimately. We hope you will be a friend on the 5th. See you at the C & H on the 4th, 6 Pm. Xxx Helen. ''

Wow, again. Did she really mean that?

The morning of the 4th I almost had a panic attack. What should I wear? I went out and bought a pack of condoms, just in case. It was a long time since I had had any form of sex but I knew to be prepared. I used to be a Boy Scout. It was summer and a casual shirt, chinos and a sweater in case it got cold in the evening. I didn't have a lot of choice anyway. I carried my toothbrush in my pocket.

By five I was sitting in the bar nursing a pint of lager. At about five to six Helen walked in with the Asian Girl I thought to be named Mai. She recognised me from the photo I guess, but I had stood up as she came through the door anyway.

''Eric, lovely to meet you, this is Mai.'' She looked at her watch. ''We have plenty of time, Mai .... Gin & tonic please.'' And as I went for my wallet she said, ''No you are our guest tonight ... and anyway I will claim the money back. We are entertaining you tonight for ChatSite.''

She kept walking towards me and actually gave me a kiss. On the cheek but only because I had turned my head out of politeness. She gave me a hard look and said, ''Eric, I said in the letter, we are going to be friends. Let's do that again.'' And this time she kissed me on the lips, with just a hint of tongue? ''There that's better.''

Mai was soon walking back with the drinks, a gin & tonic and what looked like a coke, plus a pint of lager for me. ''The barmaid said that this is what you were drinking. Anyway it's lovely to meet you, one of our fans I gather.'' She also moved in for a kiss and I saw Helen out of the corner of my eye put her finger on her lips. I knew what she was telling me, so was ready this time. Yes definite tongue, so she got some back.

''Oh Helen, we have a live one here. Really nice to meet you Eric.''

We chatted for a while. In retrospect it was mainly about me, but at about 6.30 Helen said, ''Right we had better go. We like to start soon after seven. We get better viewing figures that way. We are going to Sam's house. That's where we shoot. In his parent's house, they have a sort of studio slash office in the garden.''

Mai drove and within fifteen minutes we were driving up a long drive after entering through an impressive set of gates. ''We tend to have a few drinks so if you need to get back to the pub we will call an Uber,'' she said.

We parked up, strolled round the side of the house and there was the studio, bigger than my flat, and almost as big as my parent's house.

By then I was pretty speechless, but recovered to say Hello, with the requisite kisses to Mita, the Indian girl, and Vonnie, short for Yvonne I guessed, the redhead. She was probably only five foot but what wonderful tits. They all tasted my lips with their tongues. And by now I was tasting them back. I had got the hang of this. I hadn't kissed anyone like this since Fern, seven years ago.

There was no sign of Sam so I eventually asked, ''What about Sam?'' I was a little worried that he wasn't going to be there and that they would expect me to... well I couldn't not er ... really... well maybe I could.

''Oh he will be having dinner with his family. He will be here just before we start. I should explain a bit. We rarely have a plan, sometimes we have an idea what is going to happen, but generally we just play it by ear. By the way Brianna, our athlete, you know the one who looks like she is training for the Olympics, is not on set tonight but will be here later to meet you. Come on girls it's nearly seven. Better get changed. Sam will be here in about ten minutes.''

As if programmed the four girls all started lifting their blouses or jumpers. I noticed that only Vonnie was wearing a bra. I turned away to give them a bit of privacy.

''Woah. Eric, you are here to watch the set, not look away. But thank you for the gentlemanly thought.'' All the girls laughed at me, in a nice way, so I turned back to see my own little porn set.

They rummaged in the carrier bags they were carrying and brought out the clothes they were going to wear. Mita, standing nearest to me had only been wearing a t-shirt and track suit bottoms, both of which she stripped off before finding, a white g string, tiny skirt and a knitted style crop top but with long sleeves. You could just see the start of under-boobs as she stood there.

Mai pulled a couple of pieces from her bag before she took off the t-shirt, denim shorts and panties that she had been wearing. She put on a light blue pair of loose legged boxers, covered by a peach coloured satin shirt and long shorts. Pyjamas I was guessing.

Mita started putting make-up on Mai, from a big table of cosmetics, just a few dabs here and there.

Helen was putting on white hold-up stockings to go with a French maids outfit comprising of a frilly bra and panties, frilly black and white skirt with a bib. Amazing.

Lastly, but certainly not least Vonnie was wearing black stockings, a tiny bra, which forced her 'DDs' upwards and outwards, and a little black g-string. Surely not all, I thought to myself. No it wasn't.

''Eric can you do this up at the back for me please?'' She held out a soft black leather corset, which although it had little buttons all the way down the front had a zip fastener at the back. I was all fingers and thumbs but managed to zip it up. ''Oh Eric,'' she said breathily, and her tone must have been a clue for the other girls that there was a game afoot, as they all stopped what they were doing to look at me. ''Eric,'' she continued, now that she had everyone's attention, ''It feels a little uncomfortable at the front. The girls are feeling a little cramped. Can you adjust them so they feel a bit better.''

Now I'm not stupid, I have seen them laughing and joking before about 'the girls'. I must have looked around the room though as I noticed every one of the girls caught my eye. They were all waiting. I had to do this. ''Sure, like this?'' I gently massaged her delightfully large tits outside their leather casing. ''No, no from the inside. I think my nipples have got caught inside the half cup bra, when they should be lying on top of it. If I take the corset off you need to be able to see them.''

Of course I knew they were inside the bra. She had pulled it up to cover her nipples when she put it on. I had been watching of course. She had done it deliberately for me. I was now as hard as I ever remember being. I had to adjust myself, which of course they all noticed. I felt like dead meat. Still, if I made a good job of this maybe....? I stepped forward and, using one hand to pull away the leather bra top, put the other hand inside, pushed the half bra down and tweaked her nipple. ''Oooh, that's better.''

And then the other side.

''Ooh, thank you. Would you mind doing it again, that felt really good.'' All the girls laughed and continued their make-up and dressing so I felt I had passed a small test and did as she asked, slipping a couple of fingers inside each top and pinching the nipple.

''Ohhh yesss! It's going to be a good show tonight.''

As Vonnie was finishing her make-up, Sam arrived, whistling at the girls.

''Looking good girls, you must be Eric. Come on girls, let's get this show on the road.''

The last thing they all did was to put pink e-vibrators in their pussies. They would vibrate every time a viewer sent them a tip. It was the main way of making money.

The cameras were all set up in about four different spots and there was hand held one that occasionally one of them would use. There were no technicians on site but Sam told me that his brother acted as the director, from inside the house. He chose the camera shots, switching from one camera to another whenever necessary. Sam did a quick camera check and said, ''Right let's just ad-lib for a while. If it goes a little slow I have a back-up plan, which you may be able to help with Eric. How would you feel about appearing on the screen? Would you want a mask? Only if we start to run out of ideas.''

I shook my head no. ''I don't care who sees me. I am pretty sure my mum and dad don't watch.''

That made them laugh. ''Mine do'' said Sam. ''They are in there now tuning in.''

''I will go in and introduce you all one by one. Come on set when I call your name. Any order you like, just line up and I will call you one by one.''

''I'll go first this time,'' said Vonnie. ''I like this outfit and my nipples feel really good since Eric tweaked them.''

They formed a queue.

''And now here is my first girl of the evening, resplendent in her biker outfit. She would make a Harley look even better, Vonnie.''

Helen was behind Vonnie. ''Eric seeing as you did such a good job with Vonnie, perhaps you could encourage mine to stand out a bit. The ruffles on this bra and bib seem to be hiding them.'' Never loathe and now that I knew what I was doing I slipped my fingers inside Helen's bra to find two already very firm nips.

''Ohhh thank you, better already.''

''And now, our own little French maid, but to whom we never say Oui Oui, just in case she does, Helen.''

Mai was next in line. She didn't ask, she just lifted up the satin pyjama top and waited while I played with them. We almost missed her cue.

''Next Mai, who looks like she is ready for bed. Who am I kidding, she is always ready for bed. ''

Mita was next and even just standing there I could see her under-boobs. She just raised her arms, and there they were. I decided to nibble at one while tweaking the other.

That's when we heard, ''Gentlemen, I should explain that if the girls are a little tardy tonight it is because we have a handsome guest backstage. He of course is playing fast and loose with the girls delaying them as they come on. He is our new resident fluffer. Eric kindly put Mita down and let her join us.''

Now I was seriously embarrassed, I was quick, but even so Eric still had to wait after announcing. He addressed me then again as I stayed off set.

''Eric, can you come out here and show us what you were doing for Mita just now.''

He beckoned me forward. I had a sudden thought. ''I can, but to do it properly might take me an hour or two, '' and started to undo my zip. Well it was an adult show. He laughed and waved me back. ''When I asked for a big hand I guess I should have said a small hand.'' All the girls laughed and so I turned and went back off set.

He turned the music up a bit and the girls started dancing, flicking up their hems and showing their knickers. Sam moved up behind Mita, and gave her a hand bra for a few minutes, reaching under her crop-top, and pushing it above his hands. Helen was next. He pulled her in front of the camera and lowered the bib. He undid her bra saying, ''I never did like these frilly bras,'' and threw it off set before pulling the bib back up. It was quickly Mia's turn to star. He stood her in the middle and dramatically walked around her, looking at her clothes.

''Well Gents, Do we really like girls wearing pyjamas? No I didn't think so. Let's see what we have here.'' He undid all the buttons on the satin shirt. ''No bra. Not that I thought there was when you could see the shape of these beautiful nips.'' He pinched them through the satin top. ''I like the top, particularly now I have undone the buttons, I guess the bottoms have to go. I wonder whether she is wearing panties?''

I could imagine myself sitting at home in front of the computer hoping that she wasn't wearing any. Of course I knew she was. Sam didn't.

Down they came ashe commented, ''Oh my, look at these awful panties. Well I guess they will do for now. They are practically as big as her pyjamas.''