Chapter 27: The Blowjob Competition
The silence after the women left was a deep, resonant thing. Aidan slept for hours, a coma of exhaustion, and woke to find Catriona gone from the bed.The golden afternoon had bled into violet evening. He lay there, feeling the dried crust of spend on his skin, and an odd, powerful emptiness. It wasn’t regret.It was more like the quiet after a storm.
He found her in the living room, curled in the lone armchair, her laptop glowing on her knees. The chaotic nest of cushions looked like the aftermath of a different kind of event.
“Hey,” he said, his voice rough.She looked up, her face illuminated by the screen.Her smile was slow, genuine. “Hey, yourself. How do you feel?”
“Like I’ve been through a spin cycle.A very good one.” He sank onto the deflated couch opposite her. “That was… insane.”
“It was perfect.” She turned the laptop toward him. On the screen was a private forum, a site he knew she sometimes frequented for its unapologetic celebration of female desire. Her post—the post—had hundreds of likes, comments, and shares. The comment section was a torrent of emojis, admiration, and explicit offers. “The ‘who’s next’ part wasn’t rhetorical.”
He scanned the comments.I volunteer as tribute. My husband could never.Where do I sign up? A heady, strange power surged through his weariness.It was the inverse of every secret shame he’d ever carried about his body. “Christ.”
“I know.” She closed the laptop. “But it’s your turn.”
“My turn?”
“You got my fantasy.The ultimate one.” She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming. “Now you get yours.Whatever it is.No limits. Just post it.”
He held her gaze. His deepest fantasy, the one that had made partners flinch, that had lived only in the dark of his own mind.He’d never said it aloud, not even to her. Not in specifics.“Just post it,” she repeated, her voice a challenge and a gift.
He took the laptop, his fingers hesitating over the keys. Then he began to type, the words flowing with a terrifying, liberating clarity.A Demand.For tonight. I want to be serviced.I want to see what a truly talented throat can do.A competition. The one who takes me deepest, who makes me come hardest down their gullet, wins. The prize is me, for the rest of the night.Discretion assured.Response to this thread only.
He included a photo, not of his face, but of his hard cock, still thick and heavy even at rest, laid against a tape measure for brutal, honest scale.He hit post.The response was instantaneous. The forum seemed to vibrate.Within minutes, her direct messages were flooding. She handled it with brisk efficiency, vetting, asking for verification photos. By the time an hour had passed, it was arranged.The doorbell rang at eight.Catriona answered. Aidan stood in the living room, wearing only loose grey sweatpants, his heart a drum against his ribs. A murmur of voices, soft laughter, the rustle of clothing.They filed in. A dozen women, all of them Black, all students from the university he taught at, though none from his department. They were a breathtaking spectrum of beauty: from deep ebony to café-au-lait skin, heights ranging from petite to statuesque, hair in braids, twists, a fierce afro, sleek weaves.Their eyes, bright with intelligence and a charged, game curiosity, found him. He saw recognition flicker in a few—Professor—but it was swiftly buried under the thrilling illicit nature of the night.They’d been selected, vetted by Catriona. They were here to compete.The air thickened with the scent of perfume, cocoa butter, and eager anticipation.
“Ladies,” Catriona said, clapping her hands together once. She was in her element: referee, curator, provocateur.“You know the rules from the post.The metric is depth. The goal is his orgasm.I’ll be judging. Line up.”
There was no awkwardness.They arranged themselves along the wall, a nervous, giggling queue of impossible beauty. Aidan sat on the armchair, the only seat of authority in the room. He felt like a king, or a sacrifice.He pushed his sweatpants down to his thighs. His cock, already thickening, rose heavy against his stomach.The first woman, named Chloe, stepped forward. She was tall, with cheekbones that could cut glass.She knelt on a cushion Catriona placed before him.
“Okay, Chloe,” Catriona said, her phone raised to record. “Show us what you’ve got.”
Chloe took a breath, wrapped her hand around his base, and took him into her mouth.She was good, skilled, her tongue swirling. She worked him steadily, her lips a tight, warm ring.But when she tried to go deeper, her body rebelled. Her throat hitched.A gag, strangled and wet. She pulled back, eyes watering, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his glistening head.
“Good effort,” Catriona said clinically.“Next.”
One by one, they knelt. The room filled with the sounds of the attempt: the wet, rhythmic sucking, the sharp intakes of breath, the gags. Some were louder, some tried to use their hands more. A woman named Kiana, with a mouth full of silver rings, used them to incredible effect on his shaft, but her throat closed up when he tapped the back of it. Another, Simone, deep-throated him to a point, her nose buried in his pubic hair, but her body tensed, a series of convulsive swallows that weren’t quite right.Aidan was lost in a haze of sensation. He watched, his hands gripping the worn arms of the chair, as beautiful women, one after another, surrendered their mouths to him.He praised them, his voice rough. “That’s it, fuck, your mouth feels incredible… such a good girl trying to take it all…”
But he didn’t come. The final, releasing threshold remained elusive.The last in line was Tiana. She was the shyest, a freshman he might have passed in the library. Slender but curvy, with large, doelike eyes that looked even bigger with her nervousness. She knelt, her hands folded in her lap.
“Whenever you’re ready, Tiana,” Catriona said, her tone softening a fraction.Tiana didn’t hesitate.She didn’t start with stroking or teasing. She leaned forward, opened her mouth, and simply took him in, deeply and quickly. There was no fight.Her head moved forward, and his cock sank into a wet, impossibly deep heat. He felt his tip press against a yielding entrance, and then she kept going. Her throat opened for him, a seamless, smooth sheath.Aidan gasped. He felt her lips, stretched wide, press firmly against the very root of him.Her nose was buried in his skin. He was fully, utterly engulfed.He could see her throat working around him, a subtle ripple under her skin.
No gag.No tensing.Just absolute, shocking acceptance.
A low moan built in his chest.Catriona leaned in, watching intently.The other women had fallen silent.
Tiana began to move. She didn’t bob quickly; she established a slow, devastating rhythm, sliding him almost entirely out until just the head remained between her lips, then swallowing him whole again in one fluid, deep plunge. The sound was a raw, wet, deep-throated gluck that echoed in the quiet room.Her eyes were closed, her entire being focused on the act of taking him.
“Oh, fuck,” Aidan breathed.His hips jerked involuntarily. “Oh god, your throat… you’re taking every inch, you perfect fucking thing…”
The pressure, the tight, velvety constriction of her esophagus around the head of his cock, was beyond anything he’d ever felt.It was a deep, internal, primal massage. He could feel his climax detonating, rising from the base of his spine with terrifying speed.
“She’s winning,” Catriona murmured, a note of awe in her voice.Aidan’s control shattered. He fisted his hands in her soft hair, not to force her, but to anchor himself. “Gonna come! I’m gonna fucking come down your throat!” he warned, his voice a ragged growl.Tiana didn’t pull away. She redoubled her efforts, her throat milking him with practiced, deliberate pulses.She hummed, the vibration shooting through his core.
With a roar that was part triumph, part surrender, Aidan came. It was a violent, torrential release. He felt the first powerful jet shoot directly down into her, past the ring of her throat, deep into her body.She swallowed instantly, but the force was overwhelming. Thick, hot pulses followed, flooding her, some of it spurting back up around the edges of her stretched lips. She drank it all, swallowing diligently, her throat working in continuous, greedy gulps.When he was spent, utterly empty, she eased off with a final, soft suck. She sat back on her heels, panting lightly. A single, creamy droplet escaped the corner of her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed but clear, and a slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.The room erupted in applause and whoops from the other women. Catriona lowered her phone, a wide, victorious smile on her own face.“Well,” she announced. “I think we have a winner.”
The other women dispersed with a sense of collective accomplishment, patting Tiana on the shoulder, congratulating Aidan with looks of genuine respect. Soon, the apartment was quiet again.Tiana stood, a little unsteady. Aidan stood too, pulling his sweatpants up.He looked at her, this shy freshman who had conquered him completely. He didn’t speak. He simply stepped forward, hooked an arm under her legs and another around her back, and lifted her into his arms.
She gave a small squeak of surprise, then relaxed, looping her arms around his neck.Catriona watched them go, her smile softening into something private and deep. She picked up her laptop from the floor, the screen still glowing with the forum’s chaotic, eager energy. In the silent living room, littered with displaced cushions, she felt a profound and thrilling certainty. This was only the beginning.