The Mating Game

The Mating Game

Chapter 17

by Kris Cherita

Author's note: You may enjoy this story more if you start from the beginning of the series and acquaint yourself with the characters and relationships.

20 years in the future, Paul and Dianne are contestants in Fucks for Bucks, an X-rated reality TV series with a $69M prize. More than half of the contestants have already been eliminated before Phase One ends. Phase Two requires them to re-enact porn video scenes suggested by the audience or be voted out of the show.

All characters are 18 or over. Feedback is welcome, as always.

*

As more men than women were being voted out of the game, Dianne was no longer surprised when her assigned sleeping partner for the night was a woman that she'd seen Paul fuck. Tonight, it turned out to be Tia, whose well-hung husband had fucked Dianne -- and not just when it was in the script. Dianne was fairly sure that Tia knew this, so she was wary when Tia approached her in the gym and murmured, "You tired, or you want to put on a show tonight?"

Dianne knew, as all the contestants did, that the cameras were watching them in the dorms - as well as on stage, in the sauna, the gym, the hot tub and the shower, and that any sex or masturbation was likely to feature on Fucks for Bucks: After Dark. The rec room was also monitored, but that footage rarely made the show except when the contestants reacted to announcements about the sleeping arrangements, the shooting schedule, and who had been voted out. Even the toilets were wired for sound, though not for vision. "What did you have in mind?" she asked quietly.

"There are toys in the nightstand, and we can use them ourselves, or we can do each other, but you know which is more likely to make it onto the show," said Tia. "We're both well ahead in the voting, and so are our husbands, and I won't be surprised if the four of us make it to the final episode. But I'm not going to relax yet. I turned down Gudrun's offer of splitting the prize 23 ways even though six million is probably all that we need. I mean, the full amount would let us buy a few houses, enough for our kids to move into when they wanted, maybe even some for our grandkids if that ever happens."

Dianne nodded. She suspected the bed allocation wasn't as entirely random as the show's producers claimed, and that they'd been deliberately paired off to boost ratings for After Dark. "Okay," she said. "If they want a show, let's give them a show."

Tia smiled. "I'll take a shower and go to bed. Meet me there in about half an hour."

*

Dianne walked past the booth where Zac was fucking Khaleesi in the ass, and saw Tia sitting on the bed idly rubbing a magic wand vibrator on her cunt while licking and sucking on her right nipple.

"I thought you'd never get here," Tia said. Dianne lay down beside her, and Tia switched the vibrator off and rolled onto her side as she returned it to the nightstand. Then, without warning, she pushed Diane onto her back and straddled her face, her already wet cunt over Dianne's mouth. "Spread your legs," she said, her voice barely audible over the sound of the enthusiastic anal sex on the other side of the curtain. "Let them see your pretty pink cunt. Play with yourself while you eat me out, if you like."

Dianne, startled, opened her legs, so that the camera on the ceiling had a good view of her cunt as well as of Tia's magnificent dark brown ass. Tia rubbed her cunt over Dianne's face, tickling her nose with her clit before adjusting her position so that her clit was touching Dianne's lips. Dianne opened her mouth, not sure whether she wanted to protest or just to breathe, but found herself sucking on Tia's protruding clit.

"Ooh, yeah," said Tia. "That's good. Keep doing that, and let's give 'em the best show we can."

Dianne thought about how she liked having her own cunt worshipped, and began kissing and licking Tia's labia from her taint to just below her clit, which she kissed and suckled on until it popped out from beneath its hood, before she began circling it with the tip of her tongue. When Tia was gasping appreciatively and her nectar was flowing down Dianne's chin, she began lapping at the clit with the flat and sides of her tongue until Tia began shaking and ground her cunt down over Dianne's mouth as she came.

Tia leaned against the wall for a moment while she waited for her breathing to return to normal, then lifted her cunt up from Dianne's face -- and then she spun around to face the camera, and lowered her gorgeous ass onto the lawyer's face instead. "Noah was right," she purred. "You do know how to use your mouth. Now eat my ass." She reached back and spread her cheeks, to give Dianne's tongue easier access to her dark depths. Dianne gasped.

"Come on," Tia urged her, as she pointed her tits at the camera and spread her thighs. "We've all seen you eat out four women's assholes like they were candy. You know what to do."

Dianne hesitated, then tentatively extended her tongue and lightly circled the folds of Tia's rosette.

"That's it," said Tia. "If it helps, think of the 69 million."

Dianne thought quickly. She could report Tia to the producers, claiming the sex was non-consensual, and that would almost certainly be enough to get her kicked off the show -- but it would also make her unpopular with most of the audience, and she and Paul would probably be voted off as well. On the other hand, the episode where she'd rimmed the gapes of four women had rated extremely well, so...

"Or think of how much your husband would like to be where you are now," Tia suggested. "Think about how much he wants to get into my asshole. Think about telling him you were there first."

That, more than the money, was enough to make Dianne smile and begin rimming Tia more enthusiastically. After a few utterly delightful minutes of this, Tia leaned over and grabbed a two-function vibrator, inserting the dildo into Dianne's cunt, then switching it on so that the suction vibe sucked on her clit while the dildo vibrated and thrust inside her, stimulating her g-spot. Soon, she was coming, and she turned bright crimson from a combination of post-orgasmic flush and embarrassment at realizing she'd come hard while licking a woman's asshole. She drew a deep breath, and tried to ignore the buzz of the vibrator and her impending second orgasm of the night so she could concentrate on getting Tia off (in more ways than one). She felt her tip of her tongue slipping into Tia's asshole as it dilated -- and a moment later, it was trapped as Tia came and her sphincter tightened. Diana came again as Tia rolled off her, and the two women lay there, panting.

Tia withdrew the vibrator from Dianne's cunt and switched it off, then gave Dianne's cunt a quick, friendly kiss. "Goodnight," she murmured, as she returned the toy to the nightstand and rolled over onto her side. "Sweet dreams."

*

"What are you going to do if you don't win?" Dianne asked as they headed off to the shower the next morning. "Go back to work?"

"Noah will: no-one gives a fuck if the firefighter who rescues them is a porn star on the side," Tia replied. "It'll probably help his station sell more calendars next year. Me, I'm damn near burned out. Being a nurse isn't as much fun as it looks in porn."

"I believe you."

"So I don't know. I might become a full-time camgirl. And/or maybe do some commercial porn. Or some bit part acting: I did some in college, and I auditioned for Incelvania once," she admitted. "You know, the shitcom on MRATV?"

"I've never watched it, but I know the premise."

"You know that most of the fembots in the show aren't actual fembots? They're live actresses or motion capture. Real fembots take too long to program to use in TV: they only use them for the close-ups and money shots."

"I'm guessing there's no live studio audience, either," said Dianne dryly.

"No, the sweeteners add the laugh-track in post. Anyway, I didn't get the part. They said I looked too old for a MILF, and my boobs looked too natural. Didn't stop the casting director from groping them, of course. What about you?"

"Declaring bankruptcy. After that, I don't know."

Tia shrugged as she soaped up her tits. "Uh-huh. Well, good luck making it to the finals. After that, may the best couple win."

*

The graveyard was a fair copy of the set from Plan 9 from Outer Space, though Candy Rue was amused to notice that the names on the tombstones had been changed to those of prominent anti-vaxxers from the 20s. She was dressed and made up as Lily Munster from the most recent reboot of the series, while Scott wore a hockey mask, jacket and blood-spattered T-shirt a la Jason Voorhees. Unable to kiss him because of his mask, she started the action by unzipping his fly and grabbing his cock, then pulling his pants down to his knees, pushing him onto grave and skillfully fellating him until he was hard enough for her to straddle. She pulled her Mimi pink dress up over her head, but before it had cleared her face, Scott removed his mask so he could motorboat her bare breasts.

She rode him for a few minutes, naked but for her suspender belt, spiderweb fishnets and Demonia boots, long enough for the camera drones to shoot the action from a variety of angles, until Paul and Ben -- costumed as Dracula and Hannibal Lecter, respectively - received their cues to walk on, approaching her from the side. Candy glanced at them and smirked evilly. She pushed Scott's head down and placed the hockey mask back on his face, and after Paul and Ben unzipped their flies, she grabbed their cocks and pulled them towards her until they were both fucking her mouth.

The camera lingered on this, then Paul stepped away and stripped off his cape and shirt as he walked to stand behind Candy. He looked down at her ass admiringly as she continued riding Scott, then he pulled a tube of anal gel out of his pocket before removing his pants. He lubed up his cock, then slipped a slippery finger into her asshole, feeling its hot tight grip before extracting his digit, spreading her cheeks, and inserting the head of his cock. He grinned with pleasure as his glans popped through her sphincter, and slowly slid his length inside her beautiful butt.

Candy had never been double penetrated before, and the unfamiliar but delightful sensation was so intense that she was unable to concentrate on sucking Ben's cock, so she covered her teeth with her lips so that the statistician could fuck her mouth. Soon, she had three hard cocks thrusting into her, and self-control or rational thought were impossible: she became little more than a high-functioning sex doll, a collection of fuckholes giving pleasure to herself and the three men. She was vaguely aware of a pair of hands -- Paul's? -- grabbing her boobs and playing with her pierced nipples, and she felt an orgasm suffuse her entire body, from her brain to her curling toes.

Paul had spit-roasted women before, his cock between their tits or in their cunts or mouths or assholes, but he'd never felt another throbbing cock separated from his own only by a thin membrane. It was distracting, but not very different from butt-fucking a woman who was using a vibrator on her clit or her g-spot, and the thrill of sodomizing Candy's glove-tight Goth butt again meant it was easy to ignore.

Scott, however, had enjoyed DP-ing women in the past, and for him, feeling Paul fucking Candy's ass as she vibrated above him and her cunt gripped his cock was so intensely pleasurable that he was finding it increasingly difficult to delay his own orgasm, especially after Candy began coming. He tried controlling his breath, but even though Candy was skinny, her weight on his body combined with the mask on his face made that almost impossible. He'd already been fucking her for several minutes before the older men had arrived, and she'd fellated him before that with her usual skill, and when she came again, so did he.

*

"Fuck!" The director clenched his fists. "That isn't in the fucking script! Fucking amateurs!"

"What do you want to do?" asked the editor.

"Well, we can't bring in a stunt cock, not with a live audience. Lemme think for a minute." He drew a deep breath. "Okay, we can't have Drac fuck her cunt after he's been in her ass, so... grrl,, whatever your name is, when you can, Jason and Hannibal are going to have to swap places. See if you can get Jason hard enough again to buttfuck you. Camera 7, zoom in on her creampie. Some viewers like those. Drac, keep fucking her ass as long as you can -- spank her once if you think you're getting too close so she can suck you a little before you come on her face. Okay?"

Paul grinned as he heard the director's instructions in his earpiece: that, he thought was no hardship, because Candy Rue's hot tight anal passage felt heavenly as it gripped his cock. Candy arched her back to let Scott crawled out from beneath her. Paul used her dangling tits as handholds as he lifted her, and she opened her mouth to let Scott stick his shrinking softening dick inside. Ben slid under her and guided his cock in between her pierced labia until he felt it rubbing against her g-spot, and Candy moaned around Scott's cock as she felt another orgasm overwhelm her.

The director watched as Paul swatted Candy on the ass just hard enough to leave a pink mark on her un-tanned creamy-white skin, then ordered the men to change places again -- sending Scott to sit on one of the graves so that Paul could take his place and stick his cock in Candy's mouth while Ben fucked her gaping butthole. Candy had never gone ass-to-mouth before, and the thought didn't thrill her: she expected to gag, but she'd cleaned herself out thoroughly before doing the scene and she was surprised to discover that Paul's cock tasted mostly of the mildly vanilla-flavoured lube he'd used, which complemented the taste of pre-come she licked from the tip and was delicious compared to the clove cigarettes she smoked occasionally for the goth points. She didn't have to suck him for very long before she realized he was about to ejaculate, and swallowed a small amount of jizz before he withdrew his cock and ejaculated onto her face. He backed off until Ben was ready to come, and she fellated him expertly until he was ready to give her a second facial while the camera crew zoomed in for an extreme close up of her ruined makeup.

"Okay," said the director, "grab him by the cock, then do the same to Drac, and lead them off-set. Good, good... okay, that's a wrap!"

(to be continued)