The casting calls for the next three scenes appeared at the end of that night's episode, followed by the video clips that had inspired them. When all of them had finished. The night's sleeping roster wasn't announced until the hour of hardcore porn had finished, and many couples, including Dianne and Jon, headed off to bed immediately. Paul was paired with Siriporn, who gave him a backrub that finished with a rimjob and reacharound until he came into a moist towelette she'd wrapped around his cock. When he'd recovered, he asked if she wanted him to reciprocate.
"I'm just going to use a vibe," she said, grabbing a magic wand from the nightstand, "but I like morning sex, if you wake up hard." He did, and after eating out her cunt and asshole, he fucked her doggy-fashion, making her come until she was gibbering with pleasure. When he'd finished, she scooped his jizz out of her cunt with her fingers, which she licked clean. "I think that counts as breakfast in bed," she said. "Shower?"
*
"We had several requests for this one," said Kyle, as the men took their seats, "with different lists of names, so the judges picked the most popular. It's a variation on the kids' game of musical chairs: the women will walk around the chairs until the music stops, and then they each have to grab the nearest man and start sucking his cock. There'll be one more woman than there are men, so the one who's slowest is out, just like the kids' game.
"The other women will keep sucking until one of the men comes. When that happens, the man is also out of the game; he grabs his chair, and the music starts again. We keep going until there's only one man left --"
"Does he get to come?" asked Scott.
"Yes. And he and the woman who gets him off get 100 points. She might not be the winner, though: the more men you make come, the better your base score will be. One woman, the year before last, swallowed six of the eight loads of come."
"Why can't we have two women sucking the same cock?" asked Khaleesi. "I don't mind sharing." Several of the men murmured assent.
"Because that's not the rules of the game," said Kyle, a little testily. "You all saw the video last night. And you can use your hands as well as your mouths, but not your boobs. There'll be time for titfucking later, trust me. Are there any other stupid questions?"
No-one answered, and the women formed themselves into a ring around the eight chairs. Kyle nodded at one of the camera operators, and the sound engineer started the music. It took Paul a moment to recognize it as the track from the "get-together" dance from West Side Story. The music stopped more suddenly than he'd expected, and the women scrambled to get a cock into their mouths. Olivia, the big-butted Brazilian who'd shared his bed but not fucked him, bumped Candy Rue out of her way as she knelt between Paul's knees, and the goth sidestepped and grabbed Leilani's husband Kai by the balls before twirling her pierced tongue up the length of his shaft. Paul leaned back and looked down as Olivia began sucking his cock, while the zaftig Fatima, who'd been too slow to decide on a partner, was escorted to the bleachers by one of the interns.
Olivia's technique was impressive, but Paul was even more determined not to come prematurely than she was to get him off, and after six minutes there was a groan from Adam as he ejaculated into Gudrun's mouth. She swallowed most of his load, but left enough on her tongue to display to the cameras. The women stood, and the music started -- a cover of a bubblegum song, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I've got love in my tummy." This time, when the music stopped, Khaleesi was standing nearest Paul, and she quickly dived into his crotch and wrapped her lips around his glans. The ravishing redhead licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, then kissed and licked her way down to his balls, then back up to the head. "Tastes just as good as I remembered," she whispered, "just as good as when it had been up my ass."
Paul's cock stiffened even more at the memory of sodomizing her, and she laughed before easing as much of his length into her mouth as she could manage while humming softly. He willed himself not to come, partly because he hoped to experience more of the women sucking his cock, but mostly because the pleasure was so great that he wanted to prolong it. A moment later, he heard Jesus yell, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" as he came on Gudrun's tongue, his jizz trickling out of the corners of her luscious lips onto her cheeks and chin. The women stood, and Khaleesi blew Paul a kiss as Jesus carried his chair away.
The music -- Pink Floyd's 'The Great Gig in the Sky' -- started, and the women went back to revolving around the seated men for a little over three minutes before it stopped. Candy Rue and the pretty Filipina Mia raced each other towards Paul before the goth veered off and dropped to her knees in front of Scott instead.
Like many of the Asian female contestants, Mia looked young enough to be barely legal, but Paul knew she was in her late twenties. She stroked his shaft and caressed his balls as she sucked half of his erection into her mouth. She didn't try to deep-throat him, but she looked up at him mischievously as her tongue found the most sensitive areas of his cock, playing it as though it was a musical instrument - until the skilled ministrations of Candy Rue's pierced tongue and black-glossed lips sent Scott over the edge. He shouted in joy as he rocked back in his seat, ejaculating down Candy Rue's throat before, then drew a deep breath as the women stepped back and he picked up his chair and slouched off to join the rest of the audience. Mia shrugged, swirled her tongue around Paul's glans and then kissed it goodbye as she stood and waited for the music to start again.
The next time the music -- the Eagles' 'Chug All Night' -- stopped, the woman closest to Paul was the gorgeous 18-year-old Jorja. She gagged on his cock with more enthusiasm than expertise, and while her powers of suction were impressive, Paul had to resist the urge to tell her to slow down. Gabe came in Gudrun's mouth after only two minutes, leaving only Paul, Ravi and Kai still in the game.
Paul watched the four women -- Gudrun, Jorja, Candy Rue and Siriporn -- circle the chairs while the DJ played Madonna's 'Where Life Begins'. When the music stopped, Candy Rue was the last one left standing while Siriporn squatted in front of Paul's chair, grabbed his calves to pull him closer to the edge of his seat, and teased his asshole with the tip of her tongue while caressing his still saliva-slick cock with her small strong hands. "I seem to remember this is what you like," she said, before sucking his balls into her mouth, one after the other. She licked and kissed him from asshole to glans and back again. It felt so good that he had to try to distract himself to prevent himself from coming. 69 million, he thought.
Having 69 million would feel even better than this, he thought.
Think! Focus! Dianne and I are scoring fairly well, he thought, but I'm pretty sure not as well as Tia and Noah or Briony and Zac or Imogen and Ben or Rosita and oh jesus...
He heard Kai gasp as Gudrun worked her magic on his wand, and blinked. Hold on, he thought. Hold on, and Gudrun might be the next to go down on you, she must be good, she's made three men come already, no don't think about coming, think how good Gudrun good oh oh fuck that feels good the slut really does know exactly what I like...
We need the money more than I need to come... oh fuck yes no YES!
Rational thought became impossible as Paul felt the masseuse's hand slide up and down his cock while she licked his asshole as though it was the most delicious treat in the world, and his jizz jetted out over Siriporn's smiling face, splattering her from her hairline down to her tongue. She let go of his cock to punch the air, then turned around and stared into the camera, smiling as she licked cum off her face and fingers. Paul sat for a moment, dazed by the force of his too-long-delayed orgasm, then grabbed his chair and slowly carried it away.
(To be continued)