Chapter 32: The Blowjob Competition
The muted thud of the front door closing behind Freya seemed to echo in the sudden quiet. Aidan stood by the window, watching the girl’s slim figure retreat down the dusky street, her gait slightly unsteady. A profound, almost unnerving calm settled over the apartment, broken only by the distant hum of the city.The scent of sex and lavender hung heavy in the air.
Catriona emerged from the bedroom, her robe tied loosely. She came to stand beside him, her shoulder brushing his arm.Neither spoke for a long moment.
“She swallowed every drop,” Catriona said finally, her voice contemplative. “Didn’t even flinch.”
Aidan nodded, a strange cocktail of satiation and restlessness churning in his gut. The power of it, the sheer raw submission, had been intoxicating. But it had also been… clinical.A lesson administered.He craved something messier, more chaotic. A hunger that echoed the one he saw simmering in Catriona’s eyes as she watched him.
“It’s not enough, is it?” she murmured, as if reading his thoughts. Her fingers trailed down his bare back, tracing the line of his spine.“One well-trained girl. It’s a start.But I saw you watching her take me.I saw that look. You want a spectacle.”
He turned to face her.Her green eyes were dark, hungry. “What are you thinking?”
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.“You’re a man with needs. A specific, generous… equipment requirement. Why audition one at a time?” She plucked his laptop from the cluttered coffee table and handed it to him.“Post it. See who’s really hungry.”
He didn’t need to ask what she meant. The anonymity of the forum they’d discreetly used before was a siren call. His fingers flew over the keys, the post blunt and devoid of poetry: Professor, 28, demanding and well-hung. Seeking a demonstration of deep-throat skill.Competitive event.Discretion required.Multiple participants welcome. He included a photo, angled to showcase his flaccid length, which even soft was imposing.The response was instantaneous. A tidal wave of notifications. Within forty-five minutes, a soft, rhythmic knocking began at the door—not one knock, but several, overlapping.Catriona answered. The living room, already in a state of comfortable decay, filled.
They arrived in twos and threes, a stunning array of young Black women, each more beautiful than the last. Some wore the nervous bravado of university students, others the cool detachment of those who knew their own worth. They filled the space, a dozen strong, their perfume cutting through the laundry-and-wine smell of the room. Curious, appraising eyes landed on Aidan, who stood by the armchair, now feeling more like a prize bull than a man.Catriona moved among them with the authority of a ringmaster. “Ladies.The rules are simple.One at a time.You get sixty seconds with him. Deepest throat wins.The winner gets him.All of him. Any questions?”
A tall woman with cascading braids raised a manicured hand. “What’s the prize for second place?”
“The satisfaction of a good effort,” Catriona said with a sharp smile. “Now, line up.”
The line formed along the wall, beside the deflated couch cushions. Aidan sat in the stained armchair, his heart hammering.This was insanity.It was glorious. He was already hard, his cock jutting thick and heavy against his stomach.Catriona called the first contestant forward. Maya, a philosophy postgrad with a severe, gorgeous face. She knelt on the frayed rug without a word, her eyes locked on his as she opened her mouth. Her technique was academic, precise. She took him deep, her throat fluttering around the head, but her gag reflex was fierce.She pulled back, eyes watering, coughing.“Time,” Catriona announced. “Next.”
One by one, they knelt. The room filled with wet, guttural sounds: the slick slap of saliva, the choked gagging, the low, encouraging murmurs from the others watching. A woman named Keisha, with a dancer’s physique, managed to take half his length before her body convulsed, her nails digging into his thighs. Another, Imani, used her hands expertly, twisting and stroking, but her throat remained a guarded gate.
Aidan lost himself in the sensation of it—the varying textures of lips, the heat of different mouths, the shared, breathless urgency. The vinyl record had long since finished, leaving only the raw, obscene symphony of the competition.Then came Tiana. She was smaller than the others, a freshman with wide, doelike eyes and a shyness that seemed at odds with her being here.She knelt, her movements hesitant. When she took him into her mouth, it was not with aggressive ambition, but with a kind of focused surrender.She relaxed her jaw completely. As he felt the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat, he expected the usual contraction, the fight.It didn’t come. She breathed deeply through her nose, and with a terrifying, gradual ease, she allowed him to slide deeper.And deeper. He watched, mesmerized, as his girth disappeared into her, her lips pressing flush against his pubic bone.Her nose was buried in his skin. She had taken all of him.A collective, sharp intake of breath came from the onlookers.No gagging. No tears.Just the gentle, rhythmic pulse of her throat muscles massaging his entire length.
Aidan groaned, a sound torn from the core of him. His hands came up to cradle her head, his fingers tangling in her soft curls. The sheer, impossible warmth of her, the total acceptance, unraveled him.He looked at Catriona, whose face was a mask of fierce approval.
“She wins,” Catriona said, her voice husky. “No contest.”
Aidan felt the pressure crest, a tidal wave with no hope of being held back. “Tiana,” he grunted, his hips giving an involuntary thrust. “I’m gonna… Christ, I’m gonna come.”
He expected her to pull away.She didn’t. She locked her eyes on his, and he saw a glint of pure triumph in their depths. She gave a slight, encouraging nod, her throat constricting around him.That was all it took. With a shout that was more roar than groan, he erupted. His cum shot directly down her esophagus, pulse after hot, thick pulse. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him, milking him dry until he was spent, shuddering, completely empty.
When she finally pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips with a soft, wet pop, her face was serene. A single, pearly drop of his cum clung to the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with a finger and sucked it clean, a small, victorious smile on her lips.The room erupted in applause, a mix of cheers and wry laughter. Catriona clapped slowly, definitively.“The winner, ladies. Show’s over.”
The women dispersed with surprising grace, some offering Tiana congratulatory pats on the shoulder, others casting looks of genuine respect at Aidan. Soon, the apartment was empty again, leaving only the three of them amidst the disarray.
Aidan, his limbs weak, reached down and hauled Tiana to her feet.She felt weightless in his arms. Without a word, he carried her past the scattered cushions, toward the bedroom. Catriona followed, pausing to lock the front door.In the bedroom, he laid Tiana on the bed. Catriona leaned against the doorframe, watching as he climbed over the girl, his spent cock already stirring again with renewed interest. He kissed Tiana deeply, tasting himself on her tongue.
“You have a gifted throat,” he whispered against her mouth. “Now let’s see about the rest of you.”
Catriona watched them begin, her own hands sliding beneath her robe. The prize had been claimed, but the game, she knew, was far from over. Her own need, a tight, aching knot in her belly, awaited its turn.She would let him enjoy his champion.For now. Her own fantasy, the one that started it all, felt closer than ever, a promise thrumming in the charged air between them.