The Floor Show

This short story was inspired by art created by Hentai artist Maki Tora. I hope you all enjoy it!

As the curtain opened, a hush of anticipation quieted the excitedly tittering crowd. As the stage remained eerily dark, a deep, smooth male baritone made one simple statement over the speaker system:

"Please welcome the lovely, talented, and insatiable Lucia!"

A low applause met the words, and as the lights slowly came on, it intensified and was joined by cat calls from some of the more animated crowd members. As the lights made the stage visible, it was revealed that the stage was empty save for a lone female standing in the middle, and a line of large glass tumblers ringing the outer edge of the stage.

The performer, Lucia, stood proudly in the centre of the stage, the lighting making her brown locks shimmer and shine. She wore a simple black outfit made up of a tight black sports bra, snug yoga pants, and a pair of very tall, high platform leather boots, which added nearly five inches to her height. The straps of her thong underwear were visible over the low top of her pants, and Lucia smiled to the onlookers as she slowly walked forward.

"Could I have the pre-named volunteers come forward please?" Lucia asked in a quiet, sultry tone, that none-the-less carried over the entire, now silent crowd.

Small murmurs of excitement renewed as the audience participants who had volunteered at the door worked forward through the crowd, some of them accompanied by their wives and girlfriends, who looked on with an equal mixture of curiosity and arousal. The participants were all tall, fit, healthy men, ranging in age from 18 to 40, and they matched Lucia's smile as they lined up in front of the stage, two or three men in line for each of the 10 tumblers.

As the men reached the front of the crowd, they each unzipped their flies, and revealing another similarity between them. Nearly to a man they were all extraordinarily well hung, with the smallest a proud seven inches, and the largest an impressive ten. Most were already three-quarters hard, and several of the wives and girlfriends reached out to tenderly caress their partner's manhood.

Lucia moved to the edge of the stage, and picking one particularly large cock near the centre, she knelt and began to softly stroke his member. Under her expert attention, his pole quickly reached full mast, and he moaned softly as his cock began to twitch.

"Remember boys," Lucia announced, "You have to warn me in time to let you cum in the glasses!"

Without a further word, Lucia plunged her mouth suddenly and hungrily onto the turgid cock in front of her, and began to sloppily suck it up and down its length. In less than a minute the man she was blowing began to grunt and moan, and without needing his verbal warning, Lucia smoothly removed his cock from her mouth and aimed it down into the nearest tumbler, never missing a beat as she stroked him.

With a gasp, his seed poured forth in spurts, his ejaculate audible as it sluiced into the glass. As his flow began to subside, Lucia licked her lips in anticipation, and leaned in to plant a parting kiss on his dripping head. A bead of cum oozing out of his slit turned into a long strand as she pulled away, and Lucia smiled and played with it, stretching it as far as it would go before letting it fall with a splat onto her chest and the stage. With a quiet thank you, Lucia sidled over, still on her knees, to the next closest cock to the left.

As Lucia went to work on the enormous cocks with her talented mouth, the crowd grew more raucous, and waves of cheers went through the crowd as each man came in succession. Wives and girlfriends cheered their men on, or looked on in awe as Lucia took their massive cocks all the way to the root without so much as gagging. Many women in the crowd, sitting with men not participating in the event, dropped to their knees and emulated Lucia, working their men over and swallowing the reward.

As Lucia reached the end of the line, having drained them all once, she moved back to the first, and offered any of those interested the chance to blast a second load into the tumblers. There were very few passers, and Lucia went to work with gusto, working like a machine to earn a second load out of the majority of the men. With two or three men to each tumbler, and two loads from most, each tumbler was now about half full, with one of them, the centre glass that had taken the first load of them all nearly overflowing with cum from three horse-sized hoses.

When the last of those interested had cum for the second time, Lucia stood up, her cheeks rosy red with exertion, and the stage surrounded with 25 satisfied, well drained men, some of whom stood with huge cocks still swinging proudly outside their pants. With a large, self-satisfied grin spread widely across her face, Lucia cleared her throat of a thick soupy accumulation of pre-cum and saliva, and announced aloud:

"Now for the fun part!"

With a wink to the benefactors of her liquid treat, Lucia bent at the waist, and retrieved the first of the ten tumblers. Holding it high for all to see, Lucia sloshed the contents around with a circular motion, until all attention in the theater was fixated attentively on the glass. The crowd grew silent as they waited impatiently while Lucia held the glass out towards one of the nearby wives.

"Just touch the glass." Lucia offered to the confused woman.

"Its still warm!" the wife announced, surprising herself with her own excitement.

Lucia nodded proudly, and standing tall again, lifted the glass slowly to her lips. Pausing for a moment and setting her jaw, Lucia began to tilt the glass back, letting the thick, viscous liquid slide into her eagerly open mouth. She gulped four times as she emptied the contents, guzzling it back without pause. As she drained the last of the liquid from the bottom, Lucia snaked out her tongue to lick at the cum stuck to the inside of the glass, which left her lips, chin, and cheeks messily caked in white smears. As she lowered the glass and smiled contentedly, the crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers, the men yelling themselves hoarse, and the women standing in open-mouthed awe.

In succession, Lucia moved down the line, draining each glass one after the other. She struggled only once, gagging on the flavour and consistency of one particularly potent batch. Finally, her chin now dripping with leftovers, and her lips shining with a cummy glaze, Lucia found herself staring down at the last glass, the one filled to the brim, and containing the first load she had coaxed out that evening. Licking her lips, Lucia picked up the glass and examined the contents closely, as if she had never seen a beer tumbler filled with cum before (who hasn't?).

As the cheers of encouragement rose to a crescendo, Lucia announced "Bottoms up!" and tilted the glass to her lips. Struggling to maintain her composure, Lucia gagged slightly as she forced the massive quantity of semen down her throat to her now full belly. As she reached half way, tears of exertion began to run down her cheeks, and the crowd started to appreciatively chant her name. With one last heroic effort, Lucia drained the glass, and lifted it high over her face with her tongue outstretched to shake the few remaining drops out, where they landed in her mouth and on her face. With a quiet belch as she began to speak, Lucia covered her mouth and then said:

"Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen! I hope you had a wonderful evening and please don't forget to tip your hard-working waitresses!"

With that statement, and a gracious bow acknowledging the crowd, Lucia gracefully exited the stage as the lights dimmed behind her.