Rochelle wasn't happy with the outfit the Minotti people had selected for her. She was late for her interview in the conference room on the bottom floor of the hotel, but she was still standing in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, examining herself from every angle.
"I look absolutely ridiculous," she said.
"Well, the top shows plenty of cleavage," Aaron offered. "That's a good thing."
"The top is the worst part of it!" she countered. She fidgeted with her breasts in an attempt to squeeze them into the frilly green bustier.
"I look like a fucking German beer wench!" she shouted. She turned from side to side, and her short skirt flowed as she swayed. The outfit was accented by a pair of thigh-high white stockings and clunky high heels.
"We need to go," he said. "You're already late."
She expelled a deep sigh, and stormed out of the room, with Aaron trailing behind. As soon as she entered the media room, a team of assistants swarmed around her. One fitted her with a microphone, another fixed her hair, and yet another had the audacity to adjust her breasts. She nearly slapped the man. As soon as she was seated, the interview began.
"So, tell us about yourself," the interviewer began. Rochelle wore a phony smile and looked into the camera.
"Well, my name is Molly, and I'm from Apple Valley, Minnesota. I have three children and a loving husband of twenty-three years."
In the days leading up to the tournament, she had been meeting with a consultant from the Minotti group, who coached her on media relations. She had been given a script, which she was told to memorize. The goal was to portray her as a Midwestern soccer mom, which was a unique resume for a contestant in the NCC's. The Minotti people thought that this character would resonate with the audience and lend some much-needed credibility to the tournament.
Rochelle continued to answer questions precisely as she had been coached. At the conclusion of the interview, she politely thanked the interviewer for his time, and attempted to flee from the room as quickly as possible. On the way out, she crossed paths with a stunning red-haired woman. She was statuesque and thin, and had massive breasts that were out of proportion with the rest of her body and strained against the material of her sparkling red top.
The woman looked at Michelle with disdain, and gave her a phony smile.
"Nice outfit," she said with a smirk.
Rochelle found her husband standing by the door, and scurried from the room, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else. All she wanted to do was get back to her room, remove those ridiculous clothes, and crawl back into bed.
***
The sound of retching echoed off the walls of the bathroom, and Aaron debated whether he should enter the lady's room and ensure that his wife was okay. Moments later, she emerged, looking tired and frazzled.
"I'm okay," she said, before he had a chance to ask.
They had arrived at the event facility hours before. It appeared to be a large, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the desert, roughly thirty minutes away from the hotel. The event organizers had erected makeshift bleachers in the main section of the warehouse, which surrounded a large, square platform. The "backstage" area included a locker room, several changing rooms, bathroom facilities, and a section for the media.
As the preliminary round was merely used to determine the seeds for the tournament bracket, only a handful of spectators surrounded the platform. One at a time, the contestants were called to the stage. Five blindfolded men, all wearing earphones, were escorted onto the stage, and one at a time, three of them were sucked off by the contestant, with the other two serving as options for switches.
Rochelle awaited her turn, wringing her hands and pacing back and forth. She continued to tug at her costume, which she reluctantly put back on her body after shedding it earlier that afternoon. When she arrived at the facility, she was surprised to see all of the other contestants wearing casual clothing. Evidently, the costumes were not necessary for the preliminary round. As if she didn't feel uncomfortable and self-conscious enough, this mistake only added to the queasy feeling in her belly.
"Molly Mounds, please come to the stage," a voice bellowed over the sound system.
"Good luck," Aaron said, and gave her a sweet kiss.
She wasn't used to wearing such high heels, and she imagined herself tripping on the way to the stage. It would simply be the grand conclusion to a humiliating day. As she ascended the steps onto the platform, she felt light-headed, and for a moment she feared she would pass out. There were two kneeling pads in the center of the stage: one blue, and one red. She could feel the thumping of her heart in her chest as she lowered herself to the blue cushion, which was attached to the base of the platform.
As she took her position, she could hear murmurs and laughter from the audience surrounding her. She was so distracted, she didn't even notice that the procession of naked men had entered the stage until one was standing directly in front of her. His limp dick dangled in front of her face. From the first impression, it was difficult to believe that it would grow to regulation size. She was startled by the ringing of a bell.
"Go! Go!" Mai Lin shouted from the corner of the stage, and Rochelle snapped out of her daze. She inhaled the cock in front of her and worked her mouth and tongue over it. It seemed as though several minutes had passed, and he wasn't yet fully aroused. Panic set in. She had forgotten to count in her head. She had forgotten everything.
She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and, at last, it hardened in her mouth. She continued swirling, and added a pumping motion with her hand. Within moments, a stream of warm fluid hit the back of her throat. She withdrew, and spit it out onto her ugly blouse as another spurt splashed against her chin.
"Point!" a voice yelled from her right. She hadn't even noticed the referee, who was wearing a traditional black-and-white striped shirt.
The man in front of her was quickly whisked away and replaced by another naked man. Rochelle engulfed his cock so quickly that it seemed to startle him. Again, it seemed that it took him longer than usual to become hard. This time, she remembered to count in her head. By the time she reached thirty-five, he had become hard enough. She furiously worked her mouth over his shaft, but she could tell that he wasn't close to cumming, and a jolt of panic returned.
"The balls!" Mai Lin screamed. Rochelle instantly cupped the man's balls, and his dick throbbed inside her mouth. She placed a couple of fingers underneath and massaged his perineum. Almost instantly, his cock expanded and his balls tightened. She withdrew just in time, and jerked him off onto her face. Two massive streams of cum splashed against each of her cheeks.
"Point two!" the referee yelled.
The third man had barely stepped into position when Rochelle grabbed him by the base of his cock and pulled him into her mouth. She grabbed him by the hips and fucked her face with his cock. In short order, she was rewarded with a hot and milky load, which she spewed from her lips onto her blouse.
"Point three! Time!"
Rochelle remained kneeling in the center of the stage as the naked men were escorted from the platform. She looked to the corner of the stage, and Mai Lin was wearing a rather sullen expression, but then smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign. Rochelle rose to her feet, and scanned the crowd for her husband. He, too, gave her a smile and a thumbs-up.
"You did great!" Aaron said, once she had descended from the stage. She was still covered in the spunk of three different men, and she attempted to clean herself with the sleeve of her blouse.
"I'm sorry," Aaron said. "I thought they would have provided towels. I would have brought one if I'd known."
"No worries," she said. "Do you know what my final time was?"
"You didn't see it? It was posted on the big digital readout behind the stage. It was nine minutes, thirty-two seconds."
Rochelle's face dropped.
"That's awful," she said.
"It's not that bad," he reassured her with a hug. "Don't worry about it. It was just preliminaries."
***
"Thirteen," Aaron stated while staring at his cell phone.
"What's that, honey?" Rochelle asked. Her words echoed off the shower walls, and hot steam filled the room.
Aaron moved closer and shouted, "Number thirteen. That's where they've ranked you."
"Thirteen," she repeated, with a hint of dejection. "Out of sixteen. Great."
"Hey, as of right now, you're the thirteenth best cocksucker in the world! And that number is only going to rise. The initial odds have been posted, and they have you down as 30-to-1 underdog. I'm tempted to wager a little money on that one!"
"Don't you dare," she said, sternly. "You suck at gambling. And besides, contestants aren't allowed to bet."
"I'm not a contestant," he said, slyly. "Maybe I could get someone to place a bet for me, then."
"Don't," she warned. "I'm the financial expert in our family, remember? Besides, I may not even get past the first round. Does it say who I'll be facing?"
He touched his phone a few times with his finger. "Bethany Blew," he said. "Her bio says she's a porn actress."
"I'm facing a fucking porn star in the first round?" Rochelle shouted, the words echoing off the walls.
"Calm down," he assured her. "Being a porn star doesn't necessarily mean she's good at what she does. She only has to look good doing it."
"Oh, really," she responded with a smirk as she slid open the door of the shower stall. "And how does she look, Aaron?"
"Pretty good," he said with a nod and a wink. Rochelle stepped out of the shower and slapped him with her towel.
"You seem like you're in a better mood today," he remarked.
"I am, for now," she said. "Until tonight. Then I'll be a miserable wreck again."
"Well," he said, moving toward her. "Maybe I can take your mind off of everything and relax you."
"I just stepped out of the shower!" she protested, pushing him away. "And I'm starving. Maybe if you buy me lunch, I'll put out for you later."
"You drive a hard bargain," he teased. "But it's a deal."
They walked hand-in-hand through the lobby and strolled through the revolving door and into the blazing sun. The heat was a welcome contrast to the frigid temperatures that awaited them back home. They walked a few blocks to the nearest casino, and followed the signs to the buffet. They were overwhelmed with the wide selection of delicious-looking food, and loaded their plates. The dining area was filled with tourists, and they were able to secure an empty table in the middle of the room.
"This is incredible!" Rochelle remarked as she sat in her chair. "They have literally every type of food you can imagine! And it all looks amazing!"
"If nothing else," Aaron replied with a mouthful of food, "we got a free vacation out of this. Do you realize we haven't left New England since our honeymoon?"
Rochelle nodded enthusiastically, and made yummy noises as she ate. Just then, she noticed a group of people walking toward their table. She was struck by a bolt of panic when she recognized the red-haired woman at the front of the pack. Her enormous breasts were difficult to forget, and she had that same smug look on her face that Rochelle had seen the day before at her interview.
"Oh, shit," she mumbled, attempting to hide behind her hand.
"What?" Aaron said.
"It's that woman from yesterday," she said. Aaron turned to look behind him.
"No!" she whispered. "Don't look at her!"
But it was too late. The woman had clearly recognized her. She sauntered toward their table and stopped. She was holding a tray that held a bottle of water and a salad. She looked down upon Rochelle, and her eyes moved to her plate.
"Enjoying your meal?" she asked with a smirk. "Best of luck tonight."
"Same to you," Rochelle answered with a fake smile.
As the woman walked away with her entourage in tow, she turned to the woman next to her and said in a voice that was loud enough for Rochelle to hear, "I didn't know we had a heavyweight division."
"I hate that cunt," Rochelle said, prompting a startled look from Aaron.
"I don't think I've ever heard you use that word," he said.
"Did you hear what she said?"
"You mean, 'best of luck?' Yeah...what a bitch!" He smiled, but his wife didn't find it funny.
"After that," she said. "Never mind. I just hate her and her giant fake tits. Why is she even here? Who comes to a buffet like this and orders a fucking salad? Seriously."
"Do you know who that was?" he asked. Rochelle shook her head.
"No, why? Should I?"
"That was Candy Cummings, dear. The three-time champion."
Rochelle's face dropped.
"You're kidding me," she said. Aaron slowly shook his head. She dropped her head and pushed her plate away.
"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry."
***
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer intoned. "Our next event is about to begin! On the blue side, representing the great state of Minnesota, a mother of three and housewife for more than twenty years, please welcome to the stage Mollllllllly Mounnnnnnnds!"
A polite smattering of applause greeted Rochelle as she carefully walked to the center of the stage, still wrestling with the top of her costume. She was hoping that it had been ruined from the night before, and was disappointed to see it hanging in the closet of her hotel room in a dry cleaning bag when she returned from lunch.
"On the red side," the announcer continued, "please welcome the star of such legendary films as 'Cum-Soaked Sluts 14', 'Teenaged Nimphos 4', and 'Dude, Where's My Whore?', the lovely and talented Bethannnnnny Blewwwwwww!"
The crowd rose to their feet and applauded enthusiastically. Rochelle glanced toward her corner, and Mai Lin gave her two supportive thumbs-up. She then scanned the crowd, and found Aaron seated in the front row next to Anthony. He, too, gave her a supportive smile and a wave. The noise from the large crowd was overwhelming. Although she could feel her heart thumping, she was grateful that at least she didn't feel like she was going to puke.
Bethany approached the center of the stage and waved to the crowd. She was wearing a skin-tight blue dress that barely covered her shapely ass. As the crowd continued cheering, she egged them on by lowering the top of her dress, exposing her perfectly round tits. She smiled at Rochelle, and shook her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. Ten naked men were ushered onto the stage by bikini-clad escorts and stood in two rows at the head of the platform. The referee approached the two contestants.
"This is the first round," he explained, stating the obvious. "The first to three points wins. Two switches are allowed, at your discretion. Mouths on cocks at all times. Point is called when I see the cumshot. Any questions?"
Both ladies shook their heads. They were directed to take their positions, and they knelt upon their padded markers. Two blindfolded men were then led to stand directly in front of them.
Rochelle closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Although she could feel herself shaking, she tried to push aside all thoughts and emotions and simply concentrate on the task at hand. The bell rang. Rochelle leaned forward, and put the naked man's cock in her mouth. She began counting in her head. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.
Panic set in as the cock in her mouth remained mostly limp. She took it out of her mouth and held it as she looked to Mai Lin.
"Switch!" Mai Lin screamed. "Switch!!"
"Switch!" Rochelle screamed, and a bikini-clad usher immediately whisked away the man in front of her. Another limp dick appeared before her, and Rochelle took it into her mouth. To her relief, it hardened instantly.
"Point for red!" the referee yelled, and the crowd roared. While still sucking her cock, Rochelle glanced over and saw Bethany jerking the cock onto her cum-soaked face.
Rochelle grabbed the man's hips and forcefully fucked her mouth with his cock, taking him deep into her throat, and out again. She pressed her long tongue forcefully against his shaft as she stroked it with her mouth, and it expanded. A blast of cum soaked her tongue, and she withdrew her mouth and stroked it with her hand.
"Point for blue!" the referee exclaimed, raising his arm. The audience whistled and applauded. Rochelle glanced at Mai Lin.
"You do good!" she yelled. "Keep going!"
Another nude man was led in front of Rochelle, and she engulfed his cock and swirled her tongue around his balls.
***
"She's doing great!" Anthony remarked, jutting his elbow into Aaron's side. Aaron nervously fidgeted in his seat, and shifted his glances from the stage to the large video screen to his right, which displayed the close-up views of the action that were being simultaneously streamed to millions of people around the world.
"Point for red!" the referee yelled, snapping Aaron's attention back to the stage.
"Point for blue!" was shouted almost immediately thereafter. Only one point remained, and the match appeared to be virtually tied. The crowd buzzed with excitement as two more men were escorted into position.
***
Rochelle frantically sucked, licked, slurped, stroked and fondled the cock in front of her in an effort to determine a method that seemed to evoke the greatest reaction. She settled upon a combination of sucking and licking the tip and using both hands in a swirling motion around his shaft. She could feel the dick throbbing in her mouth, and sensed that he was very close. She resisted the urge to glance over to her right, as she knew it would only distract her from her task.
She heard her man give a loud grunt, and felt his cock swell. She removed it from her mouth just as the first stream of cum erupted from the head, streaming directly into her open mouth.
"Point for blue!" the referee shouted, raising Rochelle's arm by the wrist. "Winner, blue!"
Rochelle glanced to her right with a shocked expression. Bethany was stroking her cock, which was dripping cum onto the platform. The match had been decided by mere seconds.
Rochelle leaned forward and gave her cock a grateful kiss, and then leapt to her feet. She ran over to the corner and gave Mai Lin a warm hug. She then apologized, as she had forgotten that she was covered in cum, which had soaked Mai Lin's clothing as well. Mai Lin handed her a towel, and they laughed.
"I'm so proud of you, honey!" Aaron shouted after running over from his seat, "but I'm going to save my hug and kiss for later, if you don't mind."
***
"I knew you could do it!" Aaron said during their celebratory dinner that night. Rochelle blushed a bit, and picked at the food on her plate.
"I can't fucking believe it," Anthony said between bites. "Sweet and innocent Rochelle-Freaking-Murphy from high school, a fucking cocksucking champion! Who could've known?"
"She no champion yet," Mai Lin stated firmly. "Much more work to do."
"She's right," Rochelle said. "This was only the first step. There is still a long way to go."
"Well, I'm proud of you already," Aaron gushed. "You stepped up like a true champion today. When that first limp-dicked bastard walked off that stage, I thought it was all over. But you came back, big-time!"
"And you beat a fucking porno star!" Anthony practically shouted, arousing the attention of the people at the next table.
"This next match a tough one," Mai Lin said. "Jasmine St. John. She finish second place last year. You drew bad seed. You get past her, the rest will be piece of pie."
"Piece of cake," Anthony corrected her.
"No, thank you," Mai Lin responded. "I am full."
***
"Welcome back to Las Vegas, Nevada, for day two of the National Cocksucking Championships. I am Stu Nahew, and with me tonight to provide color commentary is the legendary Ron Jeremy. Good evening, Mr. Jeremy."
"Thanks, Stu. It's great to be here at this blatant rip-off of the movie I starred in back in the 80's."
"Well, I wouldn't say you were the star of that film..."
"Stu, I'm the star of every film I'm in, you know that."
"Okay, fair enough. You know, yesterday was an exciting day that produced some unexpected results. Our defending champion and number one seed, Candy Cummings, easily won her opening round, but not without a little controversy. At one point, she stopped sucking her cock to lodge a protest with the referee that her opponent's cock was already hard before she began. The referee agreed with her, and disqualified the man. And while the opponent argued with the referee, Candy continued sucking, and easily won the contest."
"Candy has sucked my cock before, Stu, and I'll tell you right now: she would have won that contest, controversy or no controversy."
"You're probably right, Ron. We also saw a bit of an upset yesterday, as a newcomer to the event by the name of Molly Mounds defeated the heavily-favored Bethany Blew."
"Ah, Bethany. Sweet girl. Nice ass."
"Ms. Mounds is an intriguing contestant in this tournament, as she's a complete unknown. She's a housewife from Minnesota; an amateur out here competing against professionals. More than likely, she won't last much longer in this tournament, but the possibility of her advancing further is very exciting indeed."
"Stu, it looks like the first match is about to begin."
"That it is, and it is a match that features the very same contestant we were just discussing. Molly Mounds will be facing Jasmine St. John, who was the runner-up in last year's competition. Ms. St. John works in one of the legal brothels nearby, and has five years of professional experience, so Ms. Mounds certainly has another steep hill to climb."
"Speaking of hills, check out the rack on Ms. Mounds! Holy moly!"
"She certainly has the look of a Midwestern mother of three."
"With that outfit, she looks more like the girl on the Swiss Miss box."
"Well, I'm sure with her background, she has made a lot of hot chocolate over the years."
"She looks so wholesome. What the hell is she doing here? Then again, she does have a little Monica Lewinsky thing going, don't you think?"
"Yes, I suppose there is some resemblance there."
"All she needs is a beret and a stained dress."
"Oh, I'm sure her dress will be stained in a few minutes, Ron. Jasmine St. John has stepped onto the platform. She looks stunning in her little black miniskirt and halter top."
"God, I love blondes. And brunettes. And red-heads. And bald chicks."
"The referee is now explaining the rules, so I'll take this time to explain them to our viewers. As with Round One, the first contestant to reach three points will move on to Round Three tomorrow. In this round, however, the ladies may elect to service as many as two men at the same time."
"Double the pleasure, double the fun."
"The contestants have taken their positions. It looks like both ladies have elected to suck two at once. And there's the bell! Both ladies dived right in and wrapped their mouths around their cocks, and they're using their other hand on the other cock. Molly is switching from cock to cock, while Jasmine seems to be concentrating on the cock on her right. Jasmine is employing a great deal of handwork with her blowjob, and is only taking about two or three inches or so into her mouth. Molly is taking the all-mouth approach. It seems to be working for her, as her man appears to be fully erect already."
"She has a wonderful technique, Stu. It's hard to believe she's an amateur."
"Molly has now switched over to the other cock, and is jacking off the one on her right. Jasmine seems to have worked both cocks to stiffness as well, and her hand has become a blur as she is pumping with everything she has. Molly is bobbing her head in a steady rhythm, and is now using her left hand to tickle the man's balls."
"I'm getting a tickling sensation in my balls just watching this, Stu."
"We're two minutes in, and yesterday, both of these ladies turned in times that averaged well under three minutes per cock. Oh -- and there it is! Molly was just awarded a point by the referee. The cock on the left just erupted like a fountain, and she's now turning her attention to the one on the right. And now Jasmine's cock just erupted as well."
"Man, both ladies were thoroughly drenched by those two."
"Yes, they were. A new cock has taken his place, and now Molly has begun to work her mouth over him as she continues to stroke the other one. She really engulfs that cock, right from the start. She has a very long tongue, and you can see from the close-up shot that she actually licks the man's balls while she has his entire cock in her mouth. It's really quite extraordinary."
"Her technique reminds me of the great Little Oral Annie. Best in the business. Boy, could she slob a knob."
"All four cocks appear to be fully erect now. Jasmine is jerking both cocks very quickly, and Molly appears to be employing a slightly different technique this time. She is now using her mouth and hand in a steady rhythm on one, and a sort of twisting motion on the other. She is demonstrating an incredible amount of coordination. The mouths of all four men on the stage are opened, and they all seem to be enjoying themselves."
"What a way to make a living, huh, Stu?"
"Actually, these gentlemen are all volunteers, Ron. They come here at their own expense, and many of them return year after year. I spoke to one of them the other day, and he said he wouldn't miss this event for all the money in the world."
"I'll bet."
"Oh -- one of Jasmine's cocks just spurted right into her mouth! That's her second point. And the referee has signaled a point for Molly as well. These two ladies are waging quite a battle!"
"This crowd is loving every minute of this, Stu. More than a few of these guys have their dicks out, stroking themselves. I saw a few women walking around with signs around their necks, advertising blowjobs for $100. They must be making a killing here."
"This is only the first of four events to be held today, so the audience would be wise to pace themselves. But I suppose it's difficult to contain yourself in this atmosphere. Meanwhile, both ladies are working on their third and final cocks. Molly seems to have returned to an all-mouth technique. She has actually reached through the man's legs and is grasping both ass cheeks and pulling him into her mouth as she bobs up and down. Jasmine continues to pump her hand furiously over her cock, with only the head in her mouth."
"I think I would enjoy Molly's technique better. Hell, I'm beginning to fall in love, quite honestly."
"I think there are many folks in the audience who have been won over by this newcomer."
"You can even hear some of them chanting her name!"
"Yes, they certainly are, Ron. People love an underdog, and she certainly fits that description. She has more than held her own in this competition so far, and she's doing very well right now. You can see the muscles are tensing on the man she is working on, and he seems to be breathing heavily. It's only a matter of time."
"And thar she blows!"
"Yes, and that will do it! The referee has signaled a third and final point for Molly Mounds! What an incredible story this has become! A Midwest mother of three, plucked out of obscurity to compete on the biggest stage in the world, has just advanced to the third round of this tournament! Unbelievable!"
"I think I need a cigarette after watching that! And I don't smoke!"
***
Aaron leaned against the wall outside of the locker room as he waited for Rochelle to clean herself up a bit and change into more comfortable (and less cum-stained) clothing.