There was just one more night left before the finals of the Miss North America contest, and Wendy was so nervous, she could hardly practice her routine. Would Ned Yates keep his promise? Would Dan Taylor like her enough to give her the title? Everything depended on what happened tonight.
Wendy practiced her song and dance act until seven, then started to leave the auditorium. Her new friend Mandy called out to her, "Hey, Wendy, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay and practice some more?"
"No," Wendy said, "I have a date."
Mandy laughed unbelievably. "A date? The night before the finals? Wow, you really must be confident, Wendy."
"Not that confident," Wendy sighed. "Well, see you tomorrow."
She knew she should have added "good luck," but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. She really didn't wish luck to anyone but herself. She went back to her hotel, washed out her dancing costume and carefully hung it up to dry. Then it was time to dress for her meeting with Dan Taylor.
Wendy decided to take Ned's advice and wear her skin-tight black pants and her little black halter. She brushed her lovely long brown hair till it gleamed. She put on only, a minimum of make-up, just a little mascara and lip gloss, knowing that a man of the world like Taylor would be impressed with a simple country girl.
Then she waited.
Her palms began, to sweat as she wondered if Ned would really come for her. He could so easily go back on the deal, since he'd already gotten what he wanted. And Dan Taylor really was a very busy and important man. He might have refused a meeting, saying he didn't have time. So many things could go wrong.
Nine o'clock came and passed, but just when Wendy was getting frantic, the doorbell rang and there was Ned Yates. He was chewing his smelly old cigar stub and was just as ugly as ever, but at least he was there. He grinned at Wendy, showing his crooked yellow teeth.
"Hello there, doll," he said. "You ready to go meet the big man?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Yates," Wendy gushed.
"Just call me Ned," he said. "Let's go. He's expecting you at ten."
Wendy's heart hammered as Ned drove her over to the luxury hotel where Dan Taylor was staying.
Her whole future was on the line tonight. If she won the Miss North America title, she'd have fulfilled all her dreams. And if she lost… Well, she wasn't going to think about that right now. She'd think only about Dan Taylor. She'd have to charm him right out of his socks if she wanted that title.
Taylor was staying in the penthouse suite, and Ned had to lead Wendy through several connecting rooms before they found the TV star seated by a fireplace and talking to another man. Wendy felt breathless at seeing Taylor for the first time in person.
Dan Taylor must have been in his mid-forties, but he looked younger. Over six feet tall, ruggedly handsome, broad-shouldered, he had thick blond hair with just a few streaks of white. He looked even more exciting than he did on television.
The man talking with him didn't interest Wendy in the least. He was short, swarthy and plump, and he'd lost most of his hair. He was neatly and expensively dressed, but he was hardly good-looking. At least, unlike Ned, he smoked an entire fresh cigar, not just a stub.
"Here she is, boss," Ned Yates said. "Miss Wendy Evans, I'd like you to meet Dan Taylor."
"How do you do, Mr. Taylor," Wendy said, hardly able to get the words out.
Dan Taylor nodded but didn't stand up. "Hello there, Wendy," he drawled. "I'd like you to meet my agent, Marty Green."
"Hello, Mr. Green," Wendy said politely to the little plump man.
"Hello yourself, kiddo," Marty Green said with a grin.
"Well, Wendy," Dan Taylor said, quickly taking in her tall stunning figure, "Ned tells me you want to win that title pretty bad tomorrow."
Wendy was relieved that Taylor had gotten right to the point. "That's right, Mr. Taylor," she said, giving him her best smile. "It means everything in the world to me, and I'd do anything to get it."
The men exchanged quick grins, and Dan Taylor said, "All right, honey, why don't you just step over here and show us what you've got. Take off those clothes and let us get a look at you."
Wendy reddened. "You-you mean in front of all of you?" she stammered.
"Now, honey," Dan Taylor said, "if you wanta play with game, you gotta pay the price. Ain't that right, Marty? Ned?"
"Yes, boss," the gofer and agent said in unison. "Now, see, everybody agrees with me," Dan chuckled, "so you just get on over here, sweetheart, and show us that body. Then we'll decide if we can do business."
Wendy took a deep breath and walked over in front of the men, telling herself – hardly for the first time – that she could endure anything, do anything, to get the national title. Marty Green and Dan Taylor was seated on the couch, and Ned Yates took a chair close by them. Wendy's audience was grinning and ready.
Wendy stood before them and untied her little black halter with trembling hands. She recalled her last night with Senator Horn and his friend Nels Anderson, and how embarrassed she'd been to fuck one man while another watched. Surely Dan Taylor wouldn't do a thing like that. Surely he only wanted to show her off to his buddies before taking her to bed.
Wendy dropped her halter-top to the floor and revealed the huge creamy melons of her tits. The little light brown nipples danced as her large firm jugs bounced into their natural thrust. The men gawked, three pairs of eyes focused hotly on her naked boobs.
"Jesus H. Christ," Marty Green wheezed. "I never saw a bigger pair."
"Boy, you just ain't been around," Dan chuckled. "I seen bigger than that. But these are mighty pretty."
"I'll say," Ned sighed.
Wendy was smiling calmly, enticingly, but the smile was frozen on her face. She didn't like the scene at all. She felt like an animal in the zoo, helplessly ogled by every passerby. Why did Dan have to put her on display like this? Why couldn't the two of them be alone together? Then she could really show him a thing or two.
"Okay, honey, take off those pants," Dan said.
Wendy quickly skinned out of her tight black pants and stood before the leering, grinning men in just her skimpy black lace bikini panties. She paraded around a little, like she'd been taught to do for bathing suit exhibitions, and the men ginned ever wider as they watched her big ripe tits wobble and bounce. Wendy was glad that she didn't blush much any more.
"Okay, now the panties," Dan said eagerly.
Wendy decided to make a little show of it. She turned her back to the leering men and slowly inched her little black lace panties down over the lovely firm rounds of her ass. She showed them her delectable bare butt for a moment, then let the panties slither down her long lovely legs. She stepped out of them and turned to face the men, showing them the sweet little brown triangle of her bush.
For a long moment the men were silent, eyes locked hungrily on her glossy little muff. Then Marty Green let out a low whistle.
"Nice," he sighed. "Very very nice."
Dan Taylor nodded approvingly. "You did real well, Ned," he told his gofer. "She's a first-class fuck." He was unable to take his eyes off the curly pout of Wendy's bush.
Dan cleared his throat and said, "Show us a little slit, honey. Just bend forward a little and open your legs."
Wendy felt suddenly furious. She didn't like having to put on an obscene show for these men. But what choice did she have? It was the only possible way she could win the contest. Reluctantly she spread her legs and thrust her belly forward, showing her grinning audience the ripe red flesh of her pussy.
"Oh, Christ," Marty sighed, "I don't know if my heart can take this."
Dan chuckled and said, "Have another drink, Marty. You'll survive. Wendy, turn around and show us some pussy from behind."
At least he'd remembered her name. That was Wendy's only consolation as she turned her back on the men, bent low forward, and showed them the whole lush expanse of her naked scarlet gash. She heard loud heavy breathing, then Dan Taylor chuckling with satisfaction.
"You ball her, Ned?" the star asked. "Hell, of course you did. How was she?"
"Fantastic," Ned sighed. "Best piece of tail I ever had."
"Well, we'll see about that," Dan said. "Turn around, honey."
Wendy turned, hardly able to maintain her frozen smile. She was getting damned tired of being treated like a plaything, a creature with no feelings. She'd stripped for Dan's buddies, showed them all her pussy, degraded herself thoroughly. What more could he possibly want?
"Honey," Dan Taylor drawled, "come on over here and suck my cock."
This time Wendy really did blush. Dan Taylor's public reputation was so clean. He was known as a complete good guy, generous to charities, happily married, a perfect father to his six kids. She could hardly believe that he wanted her to blow him in front of his gofer and agent.
Yet even while she was thinking these things, she hurried to obey. It was automatic with her now to do anything a man wanted if it meant winning titles. She dropped to her knees before Taylor and quickly tugged open his fly. Gently she drew out his little wrinkled white prick. It was totally limp.
Marty and Ned, seated close by, watched with lewd grins while Wendy fed Dan Taylor's flaccid cock into her mouth. It was a strange sensation to be going down on a guy whose face appeared on the TV screen every week. But Wendy soon discovered that a cock is a cock, no matter who it belongs to. His soft, warm, salty-tasting dick was just like any other.
She sucked his prick onto her slick hot tongue, taking it in all the way to his thick blond bush. His flaccid red balls slapped gently against her chin as she began to blow him. She started out slowly and gently, then began to increase, the speed and pressure of her sucking.
"Real nice," Dan sighed. "This little chick has been around. Gives a real professional head job."
Marty and Ned didn't reply. They were practically bug-eyed as they leaned forward in their seats to watch Wendy sucking off the famous TV star. Dan's pale blue-veined prick zipped in and out between her pink-glossed lips, gleaming with her hot saliva. His rosy-red balls slapped rhythmically against her chin.
Wendy began to make lewd wet slurping noises and hungry little gurgling sounds as she sucked him, knowing it would add to his excitement. Dan's grin broadened. Like most men, he wanted to believe that she was starved for the taste of his meat. And in this case he wasn't too far wrong. More and more Wendy got off on cock-sucking.
"Shit, she's really good," Dan informed his friends with a deep sigh. "Yeah, baby, go. Suck that meat. Get me nice an' hard."
Wendy obediently sucked even faster and harder on his soft tasty dick. By now she was familiar with jaded men, men who'd balled so many women that it took something special to get them up. Sex had always been so easily available to Dan Taylor that he now required something kinky before his cock would get hard.
In this case the kinky act was having an aspiring Miss North America give him a blowjob in front of his flunkies. Wendy knew she'd better not fail. Frantically she drew out his limp cock like elastic, taking the soft rosy head right into her throat, then let the flaccid meat snap back.
"Jesus," Dan gasped.
At last she was getting somewhere, arousing his excitement. She repeated the maneuver, stretching his soft meat out, letting it snap back. She bathed the limp little sausage in her boiling-hot saliva and lashed it with her slick little tongue. She did everything she could think of to turn him on.
Meanwhile his two buddies were almost on the edge of their seats as they strained for a better view of the head job. Both Marty and Ned were grinning like fiends, and Wendy was willing to bet that they both had fierce erections. They didn't have Dan's problem – just watching her work was making them hotly horny.
But Dan Taylor's cock remained wrinkled and soft on her tongue. Desperately Wendy reached out and tugged his open jeans lower till his rosy balls swung freely. She grasped his warm flaccid nut sacs in her hot little fists and began to massage them, gently but steadily squeezing the fleshy bags while she went on sucking fast and loud on his dick.
"Yeah, baby," Dan gasped, "play with my nuts, too. Oh, man, this chick really knows her stuff."
"I'll say," Marty Green sighed. "I just wish my old lady would turn me on like that."
"At least you got an old lady," sighed ugly Ned Yates.
Wendy didn't have time to listen to their problems. She was sucking furiously, loudly, on Dan's limp cock, and at the same time she was briskly massaging and squeezing his hot wrinkled [missing text].
Just when she thought her jaws were going to wear out from sucking, his cock finally gave a little lurch and then began to grow.
"Here it comes," Dan panted. "Oh, yeah keep it up, honey, I'm getting hard now."
Wendy didn't have to be told. She could feel his dick growing on her slick hot tongue, getting long and fat and hard. Soon it was stuffing her mouth, the big hard head butting right into her throat. In her massaging hands his balls swelled up taut and full. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, honey," Dan gasped, "that's enough. Let 'er loose."
Wendy was only too happy to release his swollen dick from her aching jaws. It popped out, gleaming with spit, and stood straight up. Dan Taylor's cock was just average, about six inches of thick pale meat capped with a knobby purple head. It amused Wendy that he wasn't even as well hung as his gofer.
"Shit," Dan sighed, "that was far out. I just hope you fuck as well as you suck, honey."
Ned and Marty laughed, and Wendy colored slightly. She wished he'd send his buddies out of the room now. If she could just be alone with Dan, she'd ball him silly. Her pussy moistened and grew warm at the very, thought of making it with the handsome TV star.
But Dan didn't say a word to his friends. He just let them sit there while he gave Wendy further instructions. "Go over and sit in that chair, honey," he said. "Put your legs up and show us your pussy."
Wendy, red-faced and ashamed, did as he told her. She sat down in an easy chair directly opposite the men and only a few feet away. She flung her long legs up over the arms of the chair, lewdly exposing her naked slit. The grinning men could see everything – the little red lump of her clit, her plump pink pussylips and her dainty fringe of brown curls, even the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt and the wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"That's just fine, honey," Dan drawled. "Just stay that way now. Ned, you go get the camera."
"Camera?" Wendy gasped. "Oh, no, you're not going to take my picture like this, are you?"
"I got a picture of every chick I ball," Dan said with a grin. "Either you go in my collection, or the deal is off. You ain't gonna get difficult with me now, are you, baby?"
Wendy sighed and said meekly, "No Mr. Taylor."
She could hardly bear the thought of being photographed in that obscene position, and she could well imagine Dan Taylor showing off his picture collection to his leering buddies, telling where and how he'd fucked each girl. Her naked pussy would be there for anyone to see. But again she had no choice, not if she wanted that title.
Ned Yates scurried out of the room and returned quickly with a camera. He held it up and focused it on Wendy. She stiffened, waiting for the flash bulb to go off, but Ned just stood waiting. Then Dan Taylor stood up and quickly shucked his clothes.
Wendy gawked. Dan was quickly out of his jeans and shirt and moccasins, and then she was looking at one of the most famous bodies in the country – except that the TV audience had never seen this much of it. Dan was heavily muscled and in excellent shape, his broad chest matted with blond hairs.
As he walked over to Wendy, his swollen cock wagged lewdly before him, the little slit mouth drooling bright bubbles of prick-juice. Dan dropped to his knees before Wendy and inserted the fat purple head of his cock into the little moist mouth of her cunt. He pushed in just an inch and then held, still.
"Okay, Ned," he said, "fire away."
Ned began taking photos of them in that position, Wendy with her legs lewdly spread, Dan with his cock halfway into her snug little twat. At first Wendy was overcome with shock, but that soon changed into deep mortification and shame. God knew who was going to see those pictures of her being fucked by Dan Taylor.
"Smile, honey," Dan said with a grin. "I like all my women to look happy."
Wendy forced herself to smile as if she were having the time of her life. In fact she didn't feel the slightest excitement about having Dan Taylor's cock in her, not with Ned Yates scurrying around taking pictures and Marty Green leering in the background. It was the most humiliating moment of her life.
When Ned was finished, Dan stood up, his stiff prick popping out of Wendy's tight little cunt. "Okay, honey," he said, "the picture session is over. Now I want you to go lie on the rug, right over there."
Miserably Wendy obeyed, wondering what new humiliation was in store for her. She lay down on her back in the center of the room and waited. Her guess was that Dan Taylor would ball her in front of his buddies, and she steeled herself for the ordeal. She'd have to pretend to love it, of course, faking hot horny excitement.
As she'd expected, Dan strolled over to her, his stiff cock wagging obscenely. "Spread them legs, honey," he said with a leer.
Wendy obeyed, spreading her long legs wide and bending them at the knees. Dan got down and knelt between her silky thighs and pushed his cock roughly into her. At last she felt some arousal. Even in these embarrassing circumstances it felt nice to have her greedy little box stuffed with thick hard cock-meat.
"Oh, great!" Wendy gasped. "Ummmmmmm," Wendy sighed.
Dan chuckled and settled down on her, his hair-matted chest tickling her big ripe boobs. He started to ball her slowly, leisurely, working his stiff six-inch prick deep in her hot snug box. Wendy quickly began to groove on it, and her clinging cunt creamed hotly around his probing dick.
"That feels real nice, honey," Dan sighed. "Yeah, I can feel you getting wet far me."
Wendy would have been a lot wetter, a lot less modest, if she hadn't had an audience. Marty and Ned had wandered over, drinks in hand, to stand right by them and watch. They were grinning lewdly as they watched Dan's tight-muscled ass wriggling and pumping as he worked his stiff dick in Wendy's hot little twat.
"Whaddya think, boss?" Ned chuckled. "She as good as I told you?"
"Real good," Dan sighed. "Nice tight pussy. Yeah, Ned, she'll do just fine."
Wendy closed her eyes and tried to pretend that Marty and Ned weren't watching her getting laid. She tried to imagine that she was alone with Dan Taylor and that the famous star was in love with her. That added to her excitement. She wondered what it would really be like, though. She'd balled plenty of men, but love had never been involved.
Meanwhile Dan's stiff thick cock worked tirelessly in her creamy little hole, probing and stuffing her deliciously. Wendy began to move her hips in time to his strokes, arching her body up to meet each deep thrust of his dick, rubbing her horny little clit along his hard hot shaft. Soon she was whimpering with pleasure.
"Ummmmm, yes," she sighed, "yes."
Dan chuckled and said, "Feels pretty good to you, huh, honey? You dig my cock?"
"Oh, God, yes," Wendy whined. "Don't stop. I love it."
Marty and Ned snickered, spoiling her romantic mood. Wendy opened her eyes again and saw them leaning over her, leering, watching her every movement. She wished they'd drop through the floor and disappear. She wanted to be alone to enjoy the deep slow thrusts of Dan's thick cock-meat.
But she'd just have to fake her pleasure. She was really getting off on Dan's leisurely long fucking, and she wasn't being at all phony when she whined and moaned and bucked her slim hips in time to his strokes. Soon, in spite of her leering audience, she was coming close to orgasm.
Then she couldn't control herself at all. She clung to Dan and moaned, "Oh, yes, fuck me, FUCK ME. I want it. I want to come. Just a little more PLEASE."
Dan chuckled and said, "Ned, you really picked a hot one this time. I tell you, this little filly ain't faking it. She's WET. She's really digging it." Ned Yates beamed. His job was to work his ass off to please his boss, and this time he'd obviously succeeded. He winked at Wendy as he watched her being fucked. Wendy certainly didn't feel like returning the gesture. But at least Dan was pleased with her performance, and that was all that mattered.
Dan grinned down at her and said, "So you're really getting off on this, huh, honey?"
"Oh, God, yes," Wendy moaned.
"Well," Dan chuckled, "I'll make it even better for you. Better for all of us." He glanced up at Marty and Ned and said, "Why don't you boys get naked?"
His two buddies grinned and began to strip. Wendy had no idea why he wanted them to watch the scene naked, but she steeled herself to go along with any kinky scene Dan might come up with. She wasn't interested in Ned's familiar skinny body, though she did admire his stiff thick seven-inch dick.
Marty Green was even less fascinating without his clothes. He was tubby, pale and hairless, and his stiff little cock was only about four inches long and rather skinny. Ned and Marty leaned over the fucking couple, grinning eagerly, their erect pricks bubbling hot cock-juice, their rosy balls full and swollen.
"Okay, honey, we're gonna flip over," Dan panted.
He seized Wendy around the waist and easily flipped her over so that she was lying on top of him. "Sit on me, baby," he leered. "Let's see them pretty boobies."
Wendy blushed but obeyed. She sat erect on his slow-probing cock, her big ripe breasts quivering and bouncing as he fucked her. His two buddies had a much better view of the action now. They could watch Dan's juice-soaked prick moving in and out between Wendy's plump pink pussy-lips.
"Okay, Marty," Dan said, "climb aboard."
"With pleasure," Marty Green chuckled.
Wendy didn't understand what was happening as Marty knelt behind her – not until he pressed the hard little head of his cock against the tightly-clenched mouth of her asshole.
"Oh, my God, NO," she gasped.
Dan frowned at her. "Now honey," he said, "you want that title or not? This is the big time, baby. You gotta pay the price."
"All right, Mr. Taylor," Wendy said with a little sob.
Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined being fucked in the ass. She felt shocked and mortified. But she meekly held still while pudgy Marty Green panted and worked his stiff little prick up her tight hot bumhole. It was a very snug fit, and Wendy was grateful that his cock wasn't thicker.
"Oh, Jesus," Marty sighed, "it's tight."
"You better fucking believe it, buddy," Dan laughed. "Go ahead, enjoy."
"I'm enjoying already," Marty moaned.
He began to work his rigid little dick in Wendy's red-hot clinging asshole. Wendy dug the strange sensation of having two cocks in her belly, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Dan's six-incher probed steadily, deeply in her silky little cunt, while Marty's little four-inch dick wriggled deep in her pencil-thin brownie.
"How do you like it, honey?" Dan leered. "You dig taking two cocks?"
"Yes," Wendy panted, "oh, YES."
She wasn't kidding. Once her first shock was over, she realized that it felt terrific to fuck two guys at the same time. Her asshole was very tight, but Marty's little dick didn't hurt her at all. It felt wickedly exciting, and she discovered that her asshole was just as receptive as her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhh," Wendy moaned, "ohhhh, it's so good."
The men laughed, and Dan said, "Well, honey, we can make it even better. Ned, come on and join the party."
"I can hardly wait," Ned Yates laughed.
The skinny little gofer walked over to straddle Dan's head, facing Wendy. Leering, he poked the dripping head of his cock against her lips. Wendy gasped. She was being asked to take on three men at once. She wanted to rebel – but she knew it would cost her the title.
"Open up, baby," Ned laughed. "You're gonna suck me off."
Wendy opened her mouth, and Ned slid his seven-inch prick along her tongue till the fat knobby head was right in her throat. His furry balls rubbed her chin, and his swollen cock-meat fully stuffed her mouth and throat. Wendy dutifully began sucking his prick.
"Now let's really have some fun with her," Dan Taylor panted.
All three men began working their rigid pricks fast and hard in Wendy's mouth, cunt and asshole. She felt incredibly stuffed with cock, shocked and excited at the same time. She felt her body bounced and shaken as they fucked her mercilessly. Slowly her shock faded and she felt herself carried away on a tide of wicked pleasure.
"Ummmmmm," Wendy moaned.
She started to come, and she kept coming again and again during the five minutes that they fucked her. They used her mouth and twat and bumhole savagely, yet somehow she got off on it. She was ashamed of herself, yet she couldn't contain her excitement.
At last the men were coming, too. Wendy heard Ned yelp, and then her mouth and throat were filled with his tasty hot jism. She eagerly gulped the sticky stuff, swallowing every last drop. As she gurgled and swallowed, she felt molten-hot come flooding her cunt and asshole, heard Marty and Dan moaning as they came.
Then they left her alone and panting on the rug. Ned went to make drinks for the men, and Dan said casually to Wendy, "You run along now, honey. We got business to talk about."
Blushing with shame, Wendy hastily dressed and left the luxury hotel for her own cramped little room. For the first time she began to wonder if the Miss North America title was worth the price she was paying. She'd been degraded in every possible way, selling her young body to strangers, doing every kinky thing in the book. Was it really worth it?
"Yes," Wendy told herself firmly. "Yes. Because tomorrow I'll be Miss North America – and by God I've earned it."