Fluffers Reward Pt 04

Disclaimer: No minors are depicted in the following. All just good clean fun among consenting adults. Copyright belongs to the author.

* * *

"I don't know about this," CarolAnn said.

"Do you want to crawl around on your hands and knees under tables, sucking cocks all night?"

Not really, CarolAnn thought. The floor in this VFW basement bar was pretty dirty.

"Or do you want to have some fun?" DeeDee said.

A little while before, DeeDee had stood on the stage, CarolAnn beside her, her nakedness glowing like a lantern on a dark summer night.

"Here's how it's gonna work!" DeeDee had called out, and CarolAnn had watched in amazement as an entire roomful of rowdy cops grew quiet. DeeDee had the whole room in the palm of her hand.

"CarolAnn and I absolutely love cum. Your cum. Lots of it. Don't we, baby?"

CarolAnn had looked back into DeeDee's big beautiful green eyes and nodded weakly.

"But we like competition even better. So," DeeDee said, "we're gonna try a blowjob race to five."

"FIVE WHAT?" some guy had yelled.

DeeDee had laughed. "Five big sloppy loads of your man stuff."

The room had erupted in cheers.

"But, again, here's the deal." DeeDee had folded her arms across her prodigious, lofty 38D tit job. "CarolAnn and I tap you in. When you get up here, CarolAnn and I are gonna work like mouth-hole bitches for you and we want big sloppy cumshots."

These cops, bewitched by her, had waited for her to continue.

"We're gonna take a break to set you up with more drinks. In the meantime, every race has a first prize, and when we get back up here, I want to see that prize in cash right here on this stage. Right here!"

DeeDee had looked around imperiously.

"Second prize," she had yelled, "is less than five fucking sloppy loads of hot patrolman baby batter!"

All the cops had cheered, and DeeDee had hugged CarolAnn side to side, four boobs in a row again, and shouted, "Race to five!"

* * *

Now, back at the bar, CarolAnn looked back into DeeDee's earnest green-eyed gaze, and, as usual, melted away. "I guess I want to have some fun," she said.

They'd brought out pitchers of beer to all the tables, and now Sarah the barmaid had filled two shot glasses with tequila. She set them before CarolAnn and DeeDee. DeeDee raised hers up. "Cheers," she said.

"Cheers." They raised their glasses and drank.

"Are we really having a race?" CarolAnn said. She burped discreetly. "I mean, you're gonna win, obviously."

"Don't be ridiculous," DeeDee said. "It's a race, but we split whatever money's up there. Minus a couple hundred for Sarah here."

"Thank you," Sarah said. She was pouring herself a shot of tequila.

"May the best cock-sucking bitch win," DeeDee said.

* * *

When they returned to the stage, there was a surprisingly large stack of cash at the front of it, but DeeDee didn't condescend to count it or even look at it.

"ARE YOU GUYS READY?" she shouted.

"YES!" They were, indeed, ready.

"I know who I want first!" DeeDee said, "And it's you, hot stuff!" She pointed at the big, pot-bellied cop whose lap she had sat on when they'd first come out onto the floor. "Come on up here, you big swinging dick!"

This cop, round, fortyish, balding, leaped up like he'd been picked to participate in a gameshow. Which, in effect, he had.

"I know for a fact your cock is huge," DeeDee said, "because I've sat on it." She looked at CarolAnn. "You better pick a hair-trigger cumshot guy," she said, "because this guy is blowing his load in my face in two minutes or less."

She dropped to her knees and was already working at her guy's belt and then his zipper. She swooped his pants down around his knees and his cock leaped out, already erect. It actually was pretty large, wide in the shaft and hanging almost to mid-thigh. "Oh, fuck me," DeeDee exclaimed. She looked up at her guy. "It's a good thing this is a blowjob race, because if this was an ass-fucking race, I'd be in big trouble."

CarolAnn realized that she needed to pick a guy. She looked out at the cops assembled at the tables. Who? She picked a guy at random from the back of the room, a friendly-seeming guy, young, with a light facial sheen of adult acne and an already receding hairline. A guy who seemed like he might cum fast. "You, baby!" she shouted.

This guy's friends pushed him forward and he climbed onto the stage. He unlatched his belt and bashfully lowered his pants. His dick, utterly limp, hung a scant few inches. CarolAnn dropped to her knees. Oh boy, CarolAnn thought. Here we go.

"COUNT US IN!" DeeDee yelled. "Three!"

The cops picked it up, "Two! One! Go!"

And then it was all cocks, all the time.

* * *

CarolAnn fell behind, one to zero, pretty quickly.

She was mouth-fucking her guy to the best of her ability, his modest-sized cock growing erect in her gaping face, his pubic hair tickling her nose, when the crowd cheered lustily.

"YES!" DeeDee yelled. "Dump that fucking shit on my face! YES! Fucking mess me up!"

CarolAnn, on her knees, her mouth impaled by twitching, bulging dick, was in no position to see what was going on. She could hear DeeDee's guy grunting like a pig, however, and moments later, DeeDee appeared beside her.

"One down, four to go, bitch!" DeeDee said.

DeeDee's left cheek and lips and chin were dripping with man splooge. She set her hand on CarolAnn's guy's thigh and pushed him backwards, so his cock popped out of CarolAnn's mouth, which seemed unfair. Then she leaned in and gave CarolAnn a big sloppy, cummy kiss. She looked up at CarolAnn's guy and his wet, swinging dick.

"Give this whore the cum she needs so bad," she said. And then DeeDee was gone again.

Soon, it was two to zero.

It wasn't for lack of effort on CarolAnn's part. She was really working on her guy's cock, but it wasn't happening. Being the hole, slobbering and glucking and looking up into his eyes imploringly.

"BUST IT! YES! Fucking dump on me!" DeeDee was yelling. CarolAnn had no idea who she'd even picked from the crowd. The cops were cheering like crazy.

And then DeeDee was beside her again, on her knees, with even more slop on her face, her forehead, and now, a broad gray splash in her blonde-tinted curls.

"Whoo!" she said. "These guys and their fucking loads!"

CarolAnn had known she could never keep up with DeeDee, but she hadn't envisioned losing five to zero. She was humiliated. She let her guy's cock slip out of her mouth.

"What's your name, honey?" DeeDee said, looking up.

"Dave," the guy said sheepishly.

"Of course it is," DeeDee said. She reached up and grasped his dick, slippery with CarolAnn's saliva, and stroked it gently once, twice. "Do you know who my friend is?"

"Ummm, Carol?" the guy said, blushing so furiously his acne was almost obscured.

"CarolAnn," DeeDee said. "She's my best friend in the world." She was still stroking his dick. "I want you to do me a favor, alright?"

"Okay."

"Look at CarolAnn's beautiful face."

"Uh huh. Okay."

The raucous crowd behind them was growing silent.

"Your cock is so big," DeeDee said, admiring it. "Let's just put the head of it... yes! Right there. In CarolAnn's mouth. Does that feel good?"

"Uh huh."

CarolAnn's eyes were moving from this guy, Dave, to DeeDee and back. The head of Dave's cock was nestled roundly in her mouth.

DeeDee was smiling sweetly. She was still pulling gently on Dave's cock. "Do you see what I'm doing?" she said.

"Uh huh," Dave said.

"I'm jerking you off," DeeDee said, "into my best friend's mouth. Does that feel nice?"

"Uh huh."

"I bet," DeeDee said, chuckling quietly. The formerly noisy room was now completely silent. CarolAnn was focused on being a hole, twitching cock head in her mouth, DeeDee's hand lightly tapping her lips, again and again.

"Your cock is so long and thick," DeeDee said. "There's so much of it to stroke. Right into CarolAnn's little whore hole. CarolAnn can't wait for you to start filling her mouth with your sloppy mess. Isn't that right, CarolAnn?"

"Mmm hmmm," was all CarolAnn could manage.

"CarolAnn loves cum," DeeDee said, still stroking, gently and a little more insistently. "We all do. All the pretty girls." She reached under Dave and gently stroked his balls. "Sometimes I need to cum, too."

Dave was mesmerized.

"You want to know a secret? Sometimes I cum on CarolAnn's face, too. Because she's my best friend."

"Oh," Dave said. "Wow."

"That's what girls do for each other," DeeDee said, still gently stroking. "Especially when they're best friends. You know that, right? Sometimes I'm so horny, I just tell CarolAnn, baby, I need to fuck your face. And she does me real good. She really gets up in there. In my needy pussy."

Because just the bulbous head of Dave's cock was in her mouth, CarolAnn was in an excellent position to know that Dave was leaking a copious amount of precum. He was, she realized, really close.

"I just love humping CarolAnn's slutty face."

"Uh huh."

"I bet you do, too." DeeDee grinned wickedly. "Just hump her little whore hole with your big cock. Really give it to her. Pump your load right into her pretty face."

And that pushed Dave over the edge. He was filling CarolAnn's mouth with splurt after splurt after splurt of bitter slop. She swallowed some of it and yacked the rest of it onto DeeDee's gently pulling hand.

The cops, of course, cheered.

"Oh, you bad, bad boy," DeeDee said. She released Dave's cock and raised her hand to her lips. She licked up a broad swath of man spew. "Mmmm, nice," she said. And then she got up off her knees.

"Two to one, bitch!" she said to CarolAnn, and scrambled away.

* * *

For one enchanting moment, CarolAnn pulled even at two to two because she tapped the youngest guy she could find in the crowd, a Hispanic cop at the back of the room who wasn't drinking and was, as she soon discovered, good to go.

When CarolAnn pulled down his pants, his engorged cock popped directly up into her face, bumping her nose, and leaving a snail's trail of precum on her cheek. She wasted no time plunging his veiny pulsating manhood into her mouth.

The Hispanic guy placed his hands on the top of CarolAnn's head and started fucking her face like it was pussy. She extended her tongue across the broad flat underside of his dick and let him pump away. To her great relief, here was a guy who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't shy about getting it.

In less that two minutes, more like a minute, he spread his legs, his cock stuttered and contracted in her face and he was emptying his balls into the back of her mouth. She tried not to swallow too much of it, but some went down anyway. The guy pulled out of her mouth, wiped his cock on her face, and hopped off the stage.

CarolAnn, dazed, got to her feet, wobbly on her garish heels, and opened her mouth to show the crowd her prize. Then she swallowed the sticky mess. The audience cheered enthusiastically.

"WHAT?" DeeDee cried out from the other side of the stage. "You are a fucking blowjob machine, CarolAnn!"

CarolAnn's triumph was short-lived however, as DeeDee expertly pushed her guy, a short black cop with a preposterously large, hooked cock, toward the finish line. "Hey CarolAnn!" she yelled as she tugged vigorously at its length. "Look at the curve on this monster! Is it cheating if I let this guy fuck me in my asshole?"

"YES IT IS!" CarolAnn shouted.

It was a moot point anyway as the black guy began to grunt out a load of gray goop into DeeDee's waiting mouth. More applause as DeeDee made a comic effort at swallowing it all. She wiped her mouth and said, "Three to two, you cock hole!"

CarolAnn needed a lucky pick. Another guy who would prove to be good to go. She had an idea. "I wanna see a show of hands," she yelled. "Who hasn't busted a nut in three days?"

Two, three, four guys raised their hands.

"Oh, you conniving bitch!" DeeDee said. "That's against the rules!"

"What rules?" CarolAnn replied smugly. She picked the nicest-looking one, a thirtyish suburban dad with short legs and a bit of a belly. When he got up onto the stage, CarolAnn undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and revealed, surprisingly, an uncircumcised cock. It's droopy hood hung down before her mouth.

"Oh," she said, "I just love uncut cocks." Which wasn't true. In her limited experience, they had always seemed vaguely unclean to her, but encouragement was key at this point.

The guy beamed down happily at her. Who knew how long it had been since any of these guys' wives had willingly sucked them off?

Mouthful of cock again. But right away, CarolAnn sensed this guy had stage fright. His cock actually got smaller in her mouth. Oh boy, she didn't want to embarrass anybody, especially this nice dad type who had probably mowed his lawn just before heading down to the VFW hall. She squeezed her eyes shut and worked harder at his shrinking dick.

But then, as always, DeeDee came to the rescue. Suburban dad stumbled forward into CarolAnn's face, and his cock twitched and immediately regained a little bit of volume in her mouth. CarolAnn opened her eyes and realized that DeeDee was kneeling behind this guy, her mouth mere inches from CarolAnn's own.

She was licking suburban dad's asshole. Suburban dad had surely never experienced such a thing. He may never had considered such a thing. The crowd of cops cheered and this middle-aged guy's cock leaped to attention in CarolAnn's mouth.

"Oh my god!" DeeDee said. "I love licking asshole. It's so fucking filthy."

The cops all went bananas. This guy was helpless, his cock and asshole being serviced by two enthusiastic women. His self-consciousness vanished as he started stroking into CarolAnn's face until, in very little time, he was pumping out three-day's worth of cum, at least, filling her mouth and overflowing it. CarolAnn was so relieved, she didn't even particularly mind the sour cheesy accumulation under this guy's foreskin.

Suburban dad exited the stage to cheers as DeeDee made a theatrical show of giving CarolAnn a big kiss and licking some of the slop off her face. Then she addressed the crowd.

"It's a prize-fight up here," she said. "It's a war. We're three to three. And cock-sucking, three-hole bitches hate to lose."

CarolAnn watched as DeeDee surveyed an audience completely in thrall to her.

"So now," DeeDee continued, "we're gonna add an extra crowd participation element to the contest."

The cops applauded again, not even knowing what DeeDee had in mind. CarolAnn didn't know either.

"This is a little thing," DeeDee said, "that we're gonna need your help with."

DeeDee got up off her knees and CarolAnn slowly got up too, unsteady on her cheap heels.

"We need two volunteers," DeeDee said, "for something we call," pause, "Switch Bitches."

* * *

CarolAnn did feel a little like a prize-fighter, wobbly and tired in a late round of the bout. Her feet hurt, her knees were sore, her jaw was tired from a good two hours of cock sucking. Not to mention all of the morning's cock-sucking.

But DeeDee had a plan to get them over the finish line.

"Switch Bitches is simple," DeeDee was saying. "We're gonna be mouth-fucking two lucky guys, two romantic leading men, two men who we love with all our hearts." Again, the imperious DeeDee glare, "as girls do."

"And one of you guys will be in charge of the magic words. When you yell "Switch Bitches!" The guys up here are gonna change places. A hole for a hole."

The crowd blew up at this filthy, debauched concept.

"But you only get to say it once, then it's another guy's turn. So pick your moment wisely."

The two volunteers ended up being younger guys, pushed up onto the stage by their friends, with, CarolAnn hoped, sperm to spare. One was a black guy with a bodybuilder physique he'd clearly honed to compensate for his lack of height. He was maybe five feet, four inches tall. The other was a standard-issue cop -- shaved head, mustache, swagger.

With their pants around their knees, the white guy was actually the one with the bigger cock, girthy and veiny with a pronounced hang to the left. The black guy's dick was short, five inches or so, blunt with a big mushroom head.

"Here we are with our boyfriends," DeeDee was saying, taking the arm of the black guy. CarolAnn took the arm of the other guy. "But you know girls can't resist another big swinging dick, right?"

"YES!"

"CarolAnn, give one of these guys the magic words."

CarolAnn looked out at the tables. She picked the first cop she had talked to, the friendly older guy who had ordered pitchers of beer.

"ARE WE READY?" DeeDee yelled.

"YES!" The crowd shouted back.

DeeDee pushed CarolAnn down to her knees. Then she knelt down too, facing the other way, so they were almost back to back, and the audience would have a good view of them both, hard at work.

"Three!" DeeDee said.

The cops counted them in.

* * *

The shaved-head white cop had the biggest dick so far. It was circumcised (thank god!) and wide enough so that when she gripped its base, her fingertips just grazed her thumb around its girth. Long too, so that she could pump the shaft of it easily while having a significant portion of its length in her mouth. He was fully erect when she took his pants down. These guys were definitely taking Viagra or Cialis or whatever.

CarolAnn repeated to herself her mantra of the night. Be the hole. After some preliminary licking of his balls and long, slobbering passes up and down the length of his shaft with her lips, she plugged this big cock into her face and started sucking for all she was worth. This was a race, after all, not a stroll.

This guy -- he had no name, she would never learn it -- sighed and spread his legs. He was comfortable letting CarolAnn do all the work. She made of her mouth a perfect O and lavished the bottom of this guy's cock with her tongue. She hoped she was communicating her fierce desire for his sloppy, sticky mess, as she worked two minutes, maybe three.

And then she heard the magic words, "Switch Bitches!"

Her guy slid out of her mouth and he walked away, and DeeDee was addressing the crowd.

"Oh, no!" she said, "my boyfriend is gone! I'm heartbroken. CarolAnn! Pick another guy for the magic words!"

CarolAnn pointed out another guy in a PBA tee and cap; it hardly mattered who.

"Oh, but who's this?" DeeDee was saying. "You guys, you know how us girls are. We say we're in love, but two minutes later we've got some other guy's big swinging cock in our mouth. Don't we, honey?"

This last must have been addressed to CarolAnn's first guy, and now she had the black bodybuilder guy standing before her, his cock slick with saliva, twitching, and fully erect. DeeDee must have been doing quite a job on him, because he plunged his dick into CarolAnn's face and started pumping.

CarolAnn didn't have DeeDee's blowjob skills or her way with words, but she realized that the way this race was structured, she might get lucky. DeeDee might push these guys most of the way toward climax only to have CarolAnn receive the sloppy reward when the guys switched places.

Her first guy's pubes had been neatly trimmed, but this guy's pubes were a big furry nest. His cock was shorter, too, so she found herself nose deep in his fragrant fur, at the bottom of each stroke into her mouth. He was really hammering away, too, so she was almost relieved when she heard, "Switch Bitches!"

"Oh my god," DeeDee exclaimed, "women are such knob-slobbering whores! We do not care whose cock is next."

CarolAnn picked another guy from the crowd to say the words as her first guy returned. He was looking down at her with a not-necessarily-kind expression. "You having fun, bitch?" he said.

"Oh yes," she said. "Yes I am." And then she had an idea. "Do you mind if I touch myself? I'm just... so fucking horny."