"Honey," Dan Taylor drawled, "come on over here and suck my cock."
This time Wendy really did blush. Dan Taylor's public reputation was so clean. He was known as a complete good guy, generous to charities, happily married, a perfect father to his six kids. She could hardly believe that he wanted her to blow him in front of his gofer and agent.
Yet even while she was thinking these things, she hurried to obey. It was automatic with her now to do anything a man wanted if it meant winning titles. She dropped to her knees before Taylor and quickly tugged open his fly. Gently she drew out his little wrinkled white prick. It was totally limp.
Marty and Ned, seated close by, watched with lewd grins while Wendy fed Dan Taylor's flaccid cock into her mouth. It was a strange sensation to be going down on a guy whose face appeared on the TV screen every week. But Wendy soon discovered that a cock is a cock, no matter who it belongs to. His soft, warm, salty-tasting dick was just like any other.
She sucked his prick onto her slick hot tongue, taking it in all the way to his thick blond bush. His flaccid red balls slapped gently against her chin as she began to blow him. She started out slowly and gently, then began to increase, the speed and pressure of her sucking.
"Real nice," Dan sighed. "This little chick has been around. Gives a real professional head job."
Marty and Ned didn't reply. They were practically bug-eyed as they leaned forward in their seats to watch Wendy sucking off the famous TV star. Dan's pale blue-veined prick zipped in and out between her pink-glossed lips, gleaming with her hot saliva. His rosy-red balls slapped rhythmically against her chin.
Wendy began to make lewd wet slurping noises and hungry little gurgling sounds as she sucked him, knowing it would add to his excitement. Dan's grin broadened. Like most men, he wanted to believe that she was starved for the taste of his meat. And in this case he wasn't too far wrong. More and more Wendy got off on cock-sucking.
"Shit, she's really good," Dan informed his friends with a deep sigh. "Yeah, baby, go. Suck that meat. Get me nice an' hard."
Wendy obediently sucked even faster and harder on his soft tasty dick. By now she was familiar with jaded men, men who'd balled so many women that it took something special to get them up. Sex had always been so easily available to Dan Taylor that he now required something kinky before his cock would get hard.
In this case the kinky act was having an aspiring Miss North America give him a blowjob in front of his flunkies. Wendy knew she'd better not fail. Frantically she drew out his limp cock like elastic, taking the soft rosy head right into her throat, then let the flaccid meat snap back.
"Jesus," Dan gasped.
At last she was getting somewhere, arousing his excitement. She repeated the maneuver, stretching his soft meat out, letting it snap back. She bathed the limp little sausage in her boiling-hot saliva and lashed it with her slick little tongue. She did everything she could think of to turn him on.
Meanwhile his two buddies were almost on the edge of their seats as they strained for a better view of the head job. Both Marty and Ned were grinning like fiends, and Wendy was willing to bet that they both had fierce erections. They didn't have Dan's problem – just watching her work was making them hotly horny.
But Dan Taylor's cock remained wrinkled and soft on her tongue. Desperately Wendy reached out and tugged his open jeans lower till his rosy balls swung freely. She grasped his warm flaccid nut sacs in her hot little fists and began to massage them, gently but steadily squeezing the fleshy bags while she went on sucking fast and loud on his dick.
"Yeah, baby," Dan gasped, "play with my nuts, too. Oh, man, this chick really knows her stuff."
"I'll say," Marty Green sighed. "I just wish my old lady would turn me on like that."
"At least you got an old lady," sighed ugly Ned Yates.
Wendy didn't have time to listen to their problems. She was sucking furiously, loudly, on Dan's limp cock, and at the same time she was briskly massaging and squeezing his hot wrinkled [missing text].
Just when she thought her jaws were going to wear out from sucking, his cock finally gave a little lurch and then began to grow.
"Here it comes," Dan panted. "Oh, yeah keep it up, honey, I'm getting hard now."
Wendy didn't have to be told. She could feel his dick growing on her slick hot tongue, getting long and fat and hard. Soon it was stuffing her mouth, the big hard head butting right into her throat. In her massaging hands his balls swelled up taut and full. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, honey," Dan gasped, "that's enough. Let 'er loose."
Wendy was only too happy to release his swollen dick from her aching jaws. It popped out, gleaming with spit, and stood straight up. Dan Taylor's cock was just average, about six inches of thick pale meat capped with a knobby purple head. It amused Wendy that he wasn't even as well hung as his gofer.
"Shit," Dan sighed, "that was far out. I just hope you fuck as well as you suck, honey."
Ned and Marty laughed, and Wendy colored slightly. She wished he'd send his buddies out of the room now. If she could just be alone with Dan, she'd ball him silly. Her pussy moistened and grew warm at the very, thought of making it with the handsome TV star.
But Dan didn't say a word to his friends. He just let them sit there while he gave Wendy further instructions. "Go over and sit in that chair, honey," he said. "Put your legs up and show us your pussy."
Wendy, red-faced and ashamed, did as he told her. She sat down in an easy chair directly opposite the men and only a few feet away. She flung her long legs up over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her naked slit. The grinning men could see everything – the little red lump of her clit, her plump pink pussylips and her dainty fringe of brown curls, even the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt and the wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"That's just fine, honey," Dan drawled. "Just stay that way now. Ned, you go get the camera."
"Camera?" Wendy gasped. "Oh, no, you're not going to take my picture like this, are you?"
"I got a picture of every chick I ball," Dan said with a grin. "Either you go in my collection, or the deal is off. You ain't gonna get difficult with me now, are you, baby?"
Wendy sighed and said meekly, "No Mr. Taylor."
She could hardly bear the thought of being photographed in that obscene position, and she could well imagine Dan Taylor showing off his picture collection to his leering buddies, telling where and how he'd fucked each girl. Her naked pussy would be there for anyone to see. But again she had no choice, not if she wanted that title.
Ned Yates scurried out of the room and returned quickly with a camera. He held it up and focused it on Wendy. She stiffened, waiting for the flash bulb to go off, but Ned just stood waiting. Then Dan Taylor stood up and quickly shucked his clothes.
Wendy gawked. Dan was quickly out of his jeans and shirt and moccasins, and then she was looking at one of the most famous bodies in the country – except that the TV audience had never seen this much of it. Dan was heavily muscled and in excellent shape, his broad chest matted with blond hairs.
As he walked over to Wendy, his swollen cock wagged lewdly before him, the little slit mouth drooling bright bubbles of prick-juice. Dan dropped to his knees before Wendy and inserted the fat purple head of his cock into the little moist mouth of her cunt. He pushed in just an inch and then held, still.
"Okay, Ned," he said, "fire away."
Ned began taking photos of them in that position, Wendy with her legs lewdly spread, Dan with his cock halfway into her snug little twat. At first Wendy was overcome with shock, but that soon changed into deep mortification and shame. God knew who was going to see those pictures of her being fucked by Dan Taylor.