Page 98 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Fair enough."

I couldn't think straight. All I could focus on was the growing pleasure. Each thrust made it build higher and higher. I felt the man who was fucking me move my hands to my ankles. When his fingers left mine, I kept my hands in place. The new angle let him go even deeper inside of me. And there was no way I wanted him to stop.

"You're all mine," he said. That was what Bryce had said before the dance started. That it didn't matter what I did on stage because he knew I was his.

I moaned and tilted my head back, inadvertently deepthroating the man in my mouth. He reached down and grabbed my tits hard, but before he could enjoy them too much, someone grabbed his shoulders and threw him off of me. It looked like he took a hard punch in the face. Tim's choreography was impressive. It almost looked real.

But I didn't see the two fighting for long, because the platform starting rotating again. One cock hit me in the face, and then another. It was like the wheel of fortune, only my face was the little rods that separate the wedges and their erections were the flappers in front of the contestants. Meanwhile, the guy on top of me was drilling into me relentlessly. Every time he pressed into me, I got closer to coming.

"Keep going," I moaned as I tilted my head up to look at him. "Don't stop. Bryce, please don't stop."

He spread my legs even wider and reached down with one hand to massage my clit again. With the next thrust, every muscle in my body tightened and I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure. The audience was all looking right at me. I didn't even care that I was probably making a crazy sex face. I was in pure bliss.

And then the hot cum hit my face.

I looked up to see one of the guys stroking his cock a few inches from my face while the crowd behind him cheered wildly. I turned my head and reached back to block the next shot, but before I could, the guy fucking me grabbed my hand and put it back on my ankle. More cum splashed onto my cheek.

"What the fuck!" I started to say, but he just took that opportunity to fill my mouth with his cum. And it was delicious. Based on my experience with Chris I always thought cum tasted like bleach, but I was starting to think that only applied to assholes.

I kept my mouth open for the rest of his orgasm, trying to get as much of his cum as I could. When he was finished, I swallowed what was in my mouth and smiled up at him.

"Wow," he muttered.

"Shit dude, my girl swallowed that cum like it was icecream," the dancer beside him said. "Baby, I'm Bryce too." He leaned forward and ran his fingers across my breast, stopping at my nipple. He rolled it between his fingers.

Oh God. "And I'm gonna do the same to you," I said to him. "Unless you'd rather cum on my tits." Did I really just say that out loud? I could actually see his penis move a little bit as I spoke.

"Alright, time to switch," he said.

"Damn," sighed the guy still fucking me. "Why'd you have to make her move her hand? Can't I have a few more minutes until I cum?" He slammed into me again.

Shit. Is he going to cum inside me?

"Nope. A rule's a rule," said another of the guys.

He reluctantly stopped fucking me and got off the platform.

I sat up. Some of the cum on my face started dripping down, so I wiped it off and licked my fingers. "Who's next?" Did I really just ask that? Whatever. It was too late to pretend like I wasn't enjoying this. It's what Bryce wanted. It's what Tim planned. And it was what was going to get me gold. Besides, it was too late to turn back.

"Let's spin her again."

I got to my feet and stood in the middle of the platform again. There were two men dance fighting off to the side. I spun around, trying not to forget that this was all still part of the performance. I let my hips sway to the beat of the music. All of them were still fully erect, ready to fuck me if I happened to be facing them when the platform came to a stop. As my gaze skipped from man to man, I couldn't help but picture how they would feel inside of me. Would they put me on my back and fuck me missionary, or would they bend me over and ravish my aching pussy? I knew I had completely lost my mind. All I could think about was pleasure.

As the wheel started to slow, I glanced over to see who I might land on. One of them was a new addition: a man still fully clothed in his morph suit. He must have been the guy who was on stage briefly to do flips and other cool moves. When he saw that my pussy was up for grabs, he must have decided to come back on stage to get a piece of the action. I hoped the wheel would land on him, and I got my wish.

He jumped up onto the platform. My eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch. When the other men had been clothed, they all had visible bulges, but this was different. Rather than a bulge in his pants, I could clearly see the shape of his thick cock pinned against his thigh. Wow.

"You like what you see?" he asked. His voice was deep and seductive.

I looked up at his face, but of course it was covered. God, this whole situation is so weird. What other time would I meet a man and immediately stare at his package? Not to mention that I was basically completely nude and millions of people around the world were watching. But I was so horny. And I wanted him. I wanted all of them. "Do you like what you see?"

He grabbed my hand and spun me around, scanning every inch of my body. "Hell yeah."

I thought he would stop spinning me, but he kept me turning until I was facing away from him again. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him, making me sway to the music. I could feel his erection getting even harder as I shook my ass again it. I dipped low and pushed up hard against his cock on my way back up.

"Damn," he muttered.

I ended my little dance and spun back around to face him.

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