A week later Wendy was in New York for the finals of the Miss North America contest. Her competition was stiffer than ever. Not only were most of the girls more talented than she was, but many of them were stunningly beautiful, just as beautiful as Wendy herself.
Naturally Wendy considered trying her usual method of getting the title, but this time it wasn't so easy. The master of ceremonies for the finals was a very popular television star, Dan Taylor, and he was so mobbed with people each day that Wendy couldn't even get near him. The situation began to look desperate.
Two days before the judging, Wendy sat talking with another of the contestants, a lovely blonde named Mandy. "I really would like to get to know Dan Taylor," Wendy sighed, "but he's always surrounded by people. You can't get him on the phone, can't even get into his hotel."
Mandy grinned and said, "Wow, you must have quite a crush on the guy if you've been trying so hard to meet him."
"Oh, yeah," Wendy lied, "I'd do anything to talk to him, even for just a moment."
"Why don't you make friends with his gofer?" Mandy said. "He could get you an introduction."
"Gopher?" Wendy said.
"Gopher," Mandy laughed. "That means his personal assistant, the guy who goes for everything – coffee, drinks, phone, you name it. All the stars have one. Dan Taylor's gofer is a guy named Ned Yates. He hangs around the pageant a lot. I'll point him out to you."
Wendy decided to take a chance on seducing Yates instead of Taylor himself. Only through Yates could she get to the MC. Mandy pointed the gofer out that afternoon, and Wendy didn't waste any time introducing herself to him. But she shuddered when she thought of going to bed with him. Ned Yates was hardly the most attractive man in the world.
When she approached him, Wendy noticed that Yates was hardly taller than she was. He was skinny, balding, and middle-aged, and his face was badly pock-marked. He was chewing on a smelly old cigar stub, and when he grinned at Wendy she saw that his teeth were yellow and crooked.
Wendy gathered her courage and said, "Mr. Yates, could I talk to you for a moment?"
Yates removed the cigar from his mouth and studied her. Wendy had worn her black sequined bikini costume, and the effect wasn't wasted.
Yates' little brown eyes swept hungrily over her lovely tall figure, finally focusing on the deep ripe cleavage of her thrusting tits.
"I don't think we've met before, have we, honey?" he said in a squeaky tenor voice.
"No sir," Wendy said, "we haven't. My name is Wendy Evans, and I'm one of the contestants here."
"Well, fire away, honey," Ned Yates said with a grin. "I'd be a fool not to talk to a gorgeous chick like you."
Wendy moved closer to him so he could smell her faint but fragrant perfume and get a better look at her large pouting boobs. "Mr. Yates," she said, "this may sound silly, but perhaps you can help. I've been wild about Dan Taylor ever since I was a little girl, and I'm just dying to meet him. I thought perhaps you could arrange it."
Yates was having trouble taking his eyes off her big breasts, which bulged and strained in the tiny bikini top. "Well, Dan's awfully busy, honey," he said. "He's got interviews, guest appearances, and then this pageant to host. That's why he's so hard to get to. He just doesn't have much time except for business."
Wendy played her last card. She moved even closer to the homely little gofer, laid her hand on his knee, and sighed, "Oh, that's too bad. I'd do anything to get to see him, Mr. Yates – just anything."
Ned Yates had a short coughing fit. When he got it under control, he laid his hand on Wendy's, looked her in the eye, and said. "Anything?"
"Anything at all," Wendy said, returning his direct gaze.
Yates grinned and said, "You come on over to my hotel room tonight, and I'll see what I can do."
After the day's practice for the pageant, Wendy went to Ned Yates' room. She was wearing a very seductive outfit, tight black pants with a skimpy little black halter that showed her superb thrusting tits to the best advantage. She wished her target was someone more attractive than Ned Yates, but she knew she'd have to please him in order to meet the real power behind the contest, Dan Taylor.
Yates answered the door wearing a ratty old bathrobe and chewing the same old cigar stump. He leered at Wendy, and she tried not to show her revulsion. She didn't want this ugly little guy to touch her, but she figured he'd be doing a lot more than touching before the night was over.
There was only one consolation: if tonight's activities helped her win the Miss North America title, it would all be worth it.
"Hello there," Yates grinned. "Come on in."
Wendy entered his cluttered bedroom. There were several blown-up photos of Dan Taylor on the walls, and Wendy studied them wistfully. Even after nearly fifteen years as a TV cowboy, Taylor was still incredibly handsome. She wished it was him she was visiting, not his ugly little assistant. "Drink?" Yates asked.
"Oh, yes, please," Wendy said. She was getting to depend more and more on the numbing effects of alcohol to carry out her little schemes. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to ball a man who really turned her on – but then after she'd won the title, she could pick and choose her men. She'd never have to look at a homely little runt like Ned Yates again.
Yates mixed up two heavy scotches and water, sat beside her on the couch, and fondled her knee. "Now let me make sure I got this straight," he said. "You wanta meet Dan, and you'll do anything do get that meeting, right?"
"Right," Wendy said, practically gulping her drink.
"How long do you want with him?" Yates said.
Wendy swallowed hard and said, "An evening."
Yates gawked, then grinned knowingly. "Awful anxious to win that contest, aren't you?" he chuckled. "Okay, honey, I get the picture. You do what I want tonight, and I'll guarantee you can be with him tomorrow night. Deal?"
"Deal," Wendy said miserably.
The more she saw of Ned Yates, the more turned off she got. His breath was foul from cigars, his manner crude, his appearance disgusting. But she told herself that she could endure anything for an evening, especially now that Yates had made the bargain she wanted.
"Well, let's get started, then," he said. "I gotta be at the studio early tomorrow with Dan. Why don't you just take off that top and let me see your tits?"
Wendy sighed, set aside her drink, and untied the skimpy little black halter. She dropped it to the floor, and her magnificent young breasts tumbled out firm and thrusting. Yates gawked at the large creamy melons and the little soft beige nipples.
"Fantastic," he said. "You could be in pictures, you know? Well, hell, you will be if you win the contest."
That made Wendy smile – even when he reached out and began fondling her breasts. She consoled herself with the thought of being a movie star while Yates hungrily squeezed and caressed her lovely silky tits. He ran his thumbs over her dainty little nipples and stimulated them into stiff erection.
"Dan's not gonna mind meeting you," he chuckled, "not at all."
"You're sure you can get me the whole evening with him?" Wendy said nervously.
"No problem," Yates said, still greedily fondling her warm satiny jugs. "See, he likes a different girl every night, and I line 'em up. I had a hooker scheduled for tomorrow night, but I can bump her and bring you instead. I know Dan won't be disappointed, not when he sees these boobs."
Wendy fought the urge to shrug away from his hot sweaty touch. His crude language and rough pawing turned her off. She steeled herself to be as patient and seductive as possible. Her whole dream of the future depended on this man's whims. If she disappointed him, he could easily go back on their deal.
"Okay," Yates sighed, "let's see the rest of you."
Wendy forced a smile as she stood up and reached for the zipper of her pants. She shrugged out of the tight garment and stood in just a pair of black lace bikini panties. Yates' narrow brown eyes glittered lustily as she slipped her hands inside the panties and slowly lowered them.
Wendy tried to maintain her inviting smile as she tugged the panties down over the pert little globes of her ass and displayed her firm little butt to Yates. Then she turned to face him and slipped the panties down over the pretty little brown curls of her bush. The panties slithered down her long lovely legs, and she kicked them aside.
"Jesus Christ," Yates sighed, "you really are gorgeous, baby. I just hope you fuck as good as you look."
"I don't think you'll be disappointed, Mr. Yates," Wendy managed to reply.
"Hey, call me Ned," he said. "And let's go in the bedroom. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you."
The bedroom was no more than an uncurtained alcove off the sitting area, and the bedspread was rumpled and smudged with cigar ash. Wendy reluctantly lay down on her back and spread her legs, showing Ned the lush scarlet flesh of her pussy. He eyed her slit ravenously as he undressed.
Wendy watched him take off his clothes, and the sight certainly didn't inspire any arousal. His skin was wormy white, his body bony and nearly hairless. His skinny arms and legs, his narrow chest, and his barroom complexion all turned her off.
Then he was taking off his shorts, and Wendy had her usual fit of curiosity. She was agreeably surprised to find the guy well-hung. Ned sported a thick seven-inch prick that stood straight up, hugging his belly. His balls looked enormous, swollen up taut and rosy below his thin brown bush.
Naked, Ned leered at her as he approached the bed. Wendy was smiling so stiffly that her face ached. She felt a burst of relief when the phone began to ring.
"Aw, shit," Ned muttered.
He trotted over to the table, his big stiff cock wagging lewdly before him, lifted the receiver, and barked, "Yeah? Oh, hi, boss. Yeah. Yeah, I got everything arranged. I'll pick you up at eight. What? Oh, yeah, I got a beauty lined up for you tomorrow night. You're gonna have this one. I'll tell you about her in the morning. Uh, huh, goodnight."
Ned hung up and trotted back toward the bed. "That was your heart throb," he said. "It's all set up for tomorrow – as soon as you pay your dues."
Wendy knew all too well what that meant. She forced another seductive smile and opened her long legs even wider, fully exposing the ripe red flesh of her pussy. Ned eyed the rosy slit and her little fringe of brown curls. He licked his lips and slipped onto the bed. Wendy fought to control her shuddering.
"Baby," Ned chuckled, "you look good enough to eat."
He crawled between her widely stretched legs, and Wendy closed her eyes, bracing herself for the rough invasion of his thick seven-inch dick. But instead of feeling his big hard cock-head pressing against her dry little cunt mouth, she felt a strange tickling sensation against her inner thighs, then a blast of hot moist air.
Astonished, Wendy opened her eyes, looked down, and saw that Ned Yates had his head in her crotch.
"Wh-What?" she gasped.
Yates raised his head and grinned at her. "Hey," he said, "you didn't expect me to just ball you, did you? I'm a gentleman, honey, even if I don't look like one. I'm gonna eat your pussy first."
Wendy flopped back on the pillows, not knowing what to think. She'd heard of oral sex, of course, even sucked a few cocks, but no man had ever gone down on her. She waited, trembling nervously, and then she felt an incredibly delicious sensation radiating from the tender little bud of her clit.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
Looking down, she saw Ned's thick red tongue working busily on her clit. He used the slick tip of his tongue to lash and tickle and tease the sensitive little red lump, his tongue gleaming and flashing as it moved. Wendy felt her whole body flushing pink with both embarrassment and arousal. The sensation of having her pussy eaten was like nothing she'd ever felt before.
Once her first surprise and shyness had passed, however, she knew she loved what Ned was doing. Her clit was so sensitive and receptive that just the light fluttery motions of his wet hot tongue tip felt fantastically good. Wendy began to relax, her long legs falling open as far as possible, her pussy going swollen and hot and moist.
Ned gradually tongued faster and faster on her hot scarlet joy button, and Wendy began to pant and moan softly. She'd almost always enjoyed fucking, but she hadn't realized that there was an even greater pleasure, the ecstasy of feeling a man's tongue lashing and teasing the sensitive flesh of her pussy. It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt in her life.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Wendy moaned, "Ohhhhh, yes."
Ned gave a muffled chuckle and then pressed his mouth right against the moist hot lump of her clit. Wendy gasped as he sucked the dainty button into his mouth. Trapping it between his lips, lashing it with the tip of his tongue, he proceeded to suck her clit hotly, loudly.
"Ohhhhhhh," Wendy wailed.
She nearly vaulted right off the bed as the stunning pleasure hit her. Having her clit sucked was by far the most wonderful experience she'd ever had in bed. Her cunt, suddenly aroused, gushed a huge load of hot sticky cream that soaked Ned's jerking chin. Wendy arched her pussy upward, feeding him her eager little joy button.
"Yes, yes, yesss," she whined. "Oh, my God, that feels so good."
She felt a little embarrassed about her uncontrolled behavior, but what could she do? Although Ned himself turned her off completely, he was giving her the hottest, wildest pleasure of her young life. She simply couldn't ignore the dizzying spasms that rocked her body as he sucked steadily on the ripe red lump of her clit.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhh," Wendy moaned.
She felt herself starting to come. Her body rocked violently, and cream gushed from her cunt like lava. Ned released her clit and started lapping up her gushing cream as if he were starved for it, noisily eating it as fast as it poured from her convulsing box. Then he raised his juice-smeared face and ginned at her.
"Jesus, you really got off on that, didn't you?" he chuckled.
"Y-Yes," Wendy said, still gasping for breath. "It was fantastic."
"Oh, Dan's gonna love you," Ned said with a grin. "So many chicks fake it, dig? It's a real nice change to find one that's got naturally hot pants."
Wendy reddened, feeling suddenly mortified. She'd never thought of herself as a slut before, but maybe that's what she was. She not only sold her body, she enjoyed doing it. She couldn't help a shiver of horny anticipation as Ned once again thrust his face into her steamy-hot pussy.
"Oh, God," she gasped.
This time he left her clit alone and tongued lower in her creamy little slit, wriggling his slick tongue-meat into the hot moist folds, of her cunt-lips, then rimming the very mouth of her twat. It felt fantastically good, and Wendy responded with a big blast of sticky twat-cream. Ned lapped the juice up like it was candy.
Then she felt his fat wet tongue inching right up her horny little cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she wailed, "yes, yes, put your tongue in meeee."
She lost all self-control then, throwing her long legs up around his neck, locking them there, digging his face even harder into her boiling-hot gash. Ned didn't seem to mind. He kept inching his thick wet tongue up her aroused box till it was lodged clear to the root. Wendy writhed blissfully around it, her cunt deliciously stuffed.
Then he started to move his tongue in her box, jerking it up and down in fast cock-like motions. Wendy went wild with delight, her cream gushing thickly around his probing tongue, her voice hoarse and horny.
"Yes, yes, fuck me with your tongue," she babbled. "Oh, God, yes, bring me off with it."
It didn't take long for that to happen. She'd never felt anything so great in her life as Ned Yates' thick wet tongue-meat jerking in her tight little twat. In a matter of moments she was wailing and coming, her fiercely hot box gripping and squeezing his tongue.
"Ahhhhhh," Wendy wailed.
Ned was trapped in her snatch till her orgasm finally ended and she let her legs drop from around his neck. He raised his leering cream-drenched face and observed her blissful exhaustion. He was obviously proud of his work – and he had every right to be.
"Yeah, Dan's really gonna get off on you, baby," he said, wiping her sticky cream from his flushed face. "But tonight you're all mine. After all, I gotta test you out and see if you're good enough for the boss."
He got out from between her legs and lay down beside her, his stiffly erect cock wagging at the ceiling. The bulbous purple head of his prick was oozing bright droplets of juice, and the shaft of his dick was hugely swollen, little blue veins standing out against the milky-white flesh.
"Let's see how well you give head, baby," he leered.
Wendy leaped to obey. She was almost home free now, almost certain of pleasing him and getting her evening with Dan Taylor. She bent over the skinny ugly little man and popped the fat purple head of his prick into her mouth. She fisted his thick hot shaft and pumped it while she used her hot wet mouth to tease the fat cock-head.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, that's the stuff," Ned sighed. "Eat my cock. YEAH."
Wendy dutifully bobbed her glossy brown head up and down over his lap, sucking and lapping his swollen cock-head briskly and noisily. Yates lay back with a horny grin, watching her performance. His hot salty cock-juice dripped onto her tongue, and she swallowed each tasty drop.
Yates let her go on blowing him for several minutes, and Wendy had to admire his staying power. Most men would have gotten over-excited and come in her mouth. Finally Ned sighed and said, "Okay, sugar, that's enough. I still gotta test your box."
Wendy released his gleaming stiff dick from her mouth. "Sit on me," he said hoarsely.
Wendy obeyed with a blush, straddling him and bringing her juicy little cunt down around the stiff impalement of his thick cock. That big swollen prick felt very good in her horny little hole, but it was a little embarrassing to sit on him so that he could watch her every movement and ogle her big wobbling jugs.
Ned grinned and seized her hips to hold her in place. He started slamming his fat hard cock furiously in her snug hot twat, not being gentle at all. Fortunately Wendy was up for that kind of stiff hard fucking. She moaned and worked her tight molten-hot cunt around his slamming meat.
"Good for you, honey?" Ned grinned.
"Yes," Wendy moaned, "oh, God,yes."
Soon she didn't mind his leering eyes, didn't care about anything but getting off on his wonderfully thick hard cock. Her cream gushed hotly, heavily around his pounding prick, and her big blue eyes rolled crazily as she once again rode toward a much-needed climax.
"Fuck me," she babbled, "yes, yes, fuck me."
Then a violent orgasm exploded deep in her belly, and her powerful young cunt muscles gripped and squeezed Ned's jerking meat. He gasped, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Still rocking in the violence of her climax, Wendy felt the hot blast of his come.
"Jesus," Ned breathed when it was all over, "Jesus H. Christ. You are something else, kid."
Wendy got up, his limp wet prick slipping from her jism-filled cunt. "I'm gad you enjoyed it, Mr. Yates," she said primly. "I hope I can count on seeing Dan Taylor tomorrow night."
Ned laughed. "Oh, you can count on it, all right," he said. "Hell, I'll probably get a raise for bringing you to him. Yeah, honey, you dress up real nice – maybe that black outfit you wore tonight – and I'll call for you around nine."
Wendy went off elated and excited. Just one more step – one more sale of her lovely young body – and she's be Miss North America.