Chapter 3: Rising Action
Black walls loomed over them as Sarah and Emily moved inside the dimly lit chamber. Anonymous hands had pushed them through the incandescent heat of the spotlights and into the fiery belly of the beast. The shuddering of the mechanical fuck-platform beneath their feet blended with the groans and moans of the three lovers who awaited them, the prize coursing through their veins in the form of sweet anticipation and raw sex.
"Are you girls ready to seize your destiny?" one of the men grinned, a raven-black hairdo and seedy grey eyes piercing the shadow he cast onto Sarah.
"I was born ready," Sarah beamed, stepping onto the platform with the grace and poise of a dancer.
Across from her, Emily's countenance flashed annoyance and envy as she reluctantly climbed onto the stage, her lithe body casting an angry silhouette against the Technicolor lights beaming overhead.
"You have one hour to make all three of these men cum while atop this machine," the host's name badge read 'Lawrence', his voice as commanding as he was attractive. "Lose, and you are out of the challenge. Begin."
Sarah didn't waste a moment, those burdensome financial problems pushing her forward. Her hands wandering across her body, kneading and massaging each inch of her adequately proportioned breasts, her voluptuous hips swaying with practiced ease.
The stage was dimly lit, the faint whispers of Emily's moans from across the room barely audible in Sarah's ears. Her eyes were glued to the man before her; Lawrence, the dark-haired MC, eyes wide and focused as he slid his jeans down, revealing a semi-erect cock that pulsed with an electricity Sarah couldn't wait to unleash.
"First things first," she murmured, her palms slapping against her thighs as Lawrence stepped forward, gripping his cock with a firm, possessive hand. The mechanical cock embedded within her core began to stir, her eyes fluttering shut as Lawrence approached her mouth.
His cock pressed against her lips, a hint of salt on her tongue, and she couldn't help but smile as she tasted him.
Sarah slid her tongue against Lawrence's shaft, worshipping, teasing, before she finally opened her mouth to let him in.
"Oh, fuck," Lawrence groaned, fisting her hair as Sarah's mouth enveloped him completely. Her mind raced, her pussy growing wetter with every thrust, losing herself in the moment.
As she pleasured Lawrence, Sarah's thighs clenched around the mechanical cock-embedded platform. Her own moans began to meld with those of the man she craved desperately.
Sarah didn't hold back anymore as she took in Lawrence's length, her cheeks caving as she sucked, and bobbed her head, tonguing his slit to feel a tiny droplet of salty arousal tease her senses. His hand gripped her head forcefully, fingers tangled in her hair to keep her still as he started to thrust shallowly into her throat. The room was filled with her muffled moans, the mechanical body and mindless lust consuming her gracefully.
Meanwhile Emily was struggling both with the intensity of the machine and the sheer size of her first guys cock. The metal device beneath her spewing out a punishing rhythm, impaling her as she clenched around it, coaxing drops of her lust after lust.
"Look at that slut riding the machine," spat Gary, a well-built man leering at Emily's quivering frame from just a few feet away.
She couldn't see him as she was completely focused on keeping up with the mechanical device, which hammered into her like a wild beast. Its intense rhythm never wavering, unyielding in its quest to debase her further. The thick cock that impaled her, battered against her G-spot with each merciless thrust.
Little did Emily realize that the game was doubly fixed against her. The machine she rode was on a much more intense setting, the whirring and clanking of its inner workings drowning out her moans of pain. Meanwhile, her 'partner' was a porn star with legendary stamina, named Max, who wore a predatory smirk as he watched her struggle.
He taunted her, "Come on, you can take it, you little slut.
I know you want it."
Emily fought the machine, her body slick with sweat and cum. Max watched her, amused, before turning his gaze to Sarah. She and Lawrence had reached the climax of their encounter. He had his hands on her head, controlling her movements, her wetness dripping down her thighs. Lawrence groaned loudly as he pumped in and out of her throat, slamming into her with each thrust.
Sarah's eyes never left his as she waited for the moment when he would fill her with his cum. He closed his eyes, his muscles tensing, and she felt him release. His hot, sticky semen filled her mouth nd she couldn't help but smile. Sarah had swallowed Lawrence's load, fulfilling the first of three milestones.
But her victory was short-lived as Gary stepped up to her and shoved his cock in her mouth.
"Suck it, you little slut," Gary demanded as he gripped her hair.
Sarah's eyes widened as she struggled to breathe, but she didn't resist. Her pussy clenched around the mechanical cock still buried deep inside of her, the mix of pleasure and pain fueling her determination to complete the challenge.
Meanwhile, Emily's body trembled on the machine as Max's huge member lodged in her throat. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face, but he didn't relent. Instead, he grabbed her head and forced himself deeper, using her body for his own pleasure.
Sarah couldn't believe she was doing this again, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it.
Sarah's mind raced, her hands gripping the stage beneath her as she braced herself for the onslaught. Gary's thrusts grew more urgent, his balls slapping against her chin as he filled her throat with his cock.
With a final, victorious grunt, Gary sputtered his load into Sarah's mouth. She choked and sputtered, but swallowed every last drop, completing the second milestone.
But her relief was short-lived, as she heard a commotion from across the room. Emily, exhausted from her own battle with the machine and Max was shaking like a leaf as she orgasmed like never before.
Her muffled screams were drowned by the obscene sounds coming from her core and the sickeningly wet, slapping noises Max's balls made as they smacked against her chin.
Sarah watched, wide-eyed, as Emily's limp body quivered on the edge of the machine. The stage, once drenched in passion and lust, was now a warzone. Max's predatory gaze scanned the room, lingering on Sarah as he smirked. She shrank under his gaze, her muscles tensing as the mechanical cock continued its relentless thrusting.
The throbbing heat in her core demanded release, but she had one more challenge to overcome. Lawrence announced the beginning of the final leg, and Sarah refocused her attention on Guy Number Three.
"I'm Trent," the final competitor introduced himself. "I like it rough."
A shiver of trepidation mixed with a spark of anticipation shot through her body, the audacity of his words sending her heart racing. Trent's gaze fell upon her swollen lips and the lustful hunger in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
"I like to see how far I can push a girl," Trent murmured.
Sarah swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. But she knew what she had to do. With trembling hands, she undid the clasp of her bra, letting her ample breasts spill free.
Trent's gaze fell upon her naked form, his eyes darkening with lust. He licked his lips, his fingers twitching with the need to touch her.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sarah blushed, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't deny the thrill that surged through her veins.
Trent dropped his shorts, revealing a thick eight inches of throbbing meat. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in shock. She had never seen a cock so big before, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would fit inside of her.
Trent stepped closer to her, his cock bobbing eagerly. Sarah's breath hitched as he wrapped his hand around her throat, his thumb brushing against her racing pulse as he lifted her from the machine into the air.
She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching with anticipation as she felt Trent's cock nudge against her entrance.
He teased her, sliding the tip of his cock along her slit, gathering her wetness before pushing the head inside of her. Sarah gasped, her back arching as she felt herself stretch around him. It had been a long time since she had been with someone so well-endowed.
"You're so fucking tight," Trent growled, his voice low and guttural.
Sarah whimpered, her hips bucking as she tried to take more of him in. But Trent held back, his grip tightening around her throat as he denied her.
"Please," Sarah begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Trent's lips curled into a cruel smirk, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
Sarah's heart raced, her mind scrambled.
But he didn't seem to notice, his grip tightening around her throat as he forced himself deeper inside of her.
But Trent was too strong, his muscular arms holding her in place as he plunged himself deeper inside of her.