Gazzing Games Episode 2

Chloe Starr stepped onto the stage to a wave of cheers. Her blonde hair hung in two playful braids, draping over her shoulders and resting against the generous swell of cleavage framed by her sparkling black dress. She twirled, deliberately letting the loose skirt flare high enough to flash the crowd a glimpse of her round ass and smoothly shaved pussy. The audience roared with approval, and Chloe giggled, clearly enjoying the reaction.

“Welcome to the Gazzing Games, everyone!” she called, her voice bubbling with energy. “We’ve got a fun game for you tonight. And we’ve even pulled a few lucky ladies straight from the audience to help us out. Their boyfriends and husbands are already squirming in their seats, knowing all of you get to watch these gorgeous women orgasm on our contestant’s thick cock tonight!”

The crowd erupted in whistles and shouts.

“And he is thick,” Chloe teased, dragging out the words. “Measuring six inches long and a girthy four-point-two around, he’s got a monster between his legs. Let’s meet him! Come on out, Brent!”

A muscular man in his thirties strode confidently onto the stage. Chloe caught his hand, guiding him toward a sleek little couch at center stage.

“So, how are you feeling, sexy Brent?” she asked, snuggling close to him and wrapping both arms around his, pressing his arm tight against her breasts.

“Little nervous… but excited,” Brent admitted with a small grin.

Chloe’s lips curved wickedly. “Tell me, how many women have you managed to fuck in a row before?”

“Three,” he said proudly.

“Three?” she purred, arching a brow. “And how did you get so lucky to drown in that much pussy in one night?”

“Uh… glory hole club,” Brent confessed, his cheeks coloring slightly.

The crowd laughed and jeered playfully. Chloe only smiled wider, stroking his arm.

“Well, this isn’t so different,” she crooned. “Tonight, we’ve got six sexy ladies from the audience for you. For every woman you can make orgasm with nothing but your cock, you’ll win one thousand dollars. Finish the first five, and our sixth will double your winnings. That’s ten grand on the line tonight, Brent.”

The crowd cheered louder.

“But,” Chloe continued, wagging a finger at him playfully, “if you struggle to get hard, we do have a little pill to help. The catch? From that point forward, your prize money is halved. After each girl, you’ll come back here to chat with me. That’s your five-minute break. Then you’ll have five more minutes to get hard again on your own or pop the pill. Fail to rise to the occasion, and the game ends… and we’ll have to finish our ladies another way.”

“I’m ready,” Brent said firmly, his confidence returning. Spotlights flared to reveal a waist-high bed beside them.

“Then let’s meet our first pussy in need of fucking,” Chloe announced with relish.

A young woman stepped onto the stage completely nude, cheeks flushed pink. Her slender frame looked almost delicate beside Brent’s broad, gym-sculpted body. She kept fidgeting, sometimes covering her small breasts with her hands, then letting them go as if undecided about showing herself off. Chloe coaxed her into a little turn, making the audience roar at the sight of her perky ass and smoothly shaved pussy.

“This one’s a special treat,” Chloe said, resting a hand possessively on the girl’s butt. “She just turned 18 today. Our guy here is fortunate her girlfriends brought her to see the show live.” The girl’s blush deepened. “Are you ready to get fucked?” Chloe asked her, voice honey-sweet.

“I am,” the girl whispered softly.

“Is this your first time?”

The girl shook her head quickly, and the crowd cheered even louder. Two stagehands guided her to the bed, arranging her for the best view. Chloe helped Brent strip, taking her time to slide her hand along the length of his cock, squeezing him to a chorus of whistles from the audience. Brent stepped up to the bed’s edge, cock stiff and heavy, waiting for Chloe’s countdown.

As Chloe counted down, Brent teased the tip of his cock against the shy girl’s clit. Her breath caught, lips parting into a trembling smile as her cheeks flushed crimson. By the time Chloe reached one, her face was twisted in raw pleasure. On zero, Brent pushed partway inside.

The crowd roared as the girl let out a high, sweet moan. A group of young women in the center of the audience seemed to be extra excited. He paused, feeling her tight outer lips clinging to his shaft. Pulling back slightly, he slid his tip against her folds, spreading her wetness before driving in again. This time sinking to the base. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him deeper, and Brent set into a slow, deliberate rhythm.

He adjusted his angle, savoring the way her body responded to every change in speed, drawing out a different tone from her lips.