E:U - FAN 7 - Shrewd Businessman - Eat Pussy

As The Conductor introduced the seventh participant, E:U couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between this man and the other devoted fans who had preceded him. Clad in a rumpled suit that strained against his substantial girth, he looked more like a disgruntled uncle than a passionate idol worshipper.

"Fan number seven, please join us," The Conductor announced with a hint of skepticism in his voice.

The overweight businessman shuffled forward hesitantly, his gaze lingering on E:U's body with an appraising eye that made her skin crawl. "Well, well, look at what we have here," he leered, running a fat finger down the side of her cheek. "You're even prettier up close."

E:U recoiled from his touch, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of his stubble scraping against her skin. "Um, thank you?" she managed, unsure how to respond to this unexpected interloper.

But before she could utter another word, the businessman was already on his knees in front of her, yanking down her fishnet leggings and underwear with a single rough tug. E:U gasped as cool air hit her exposed pussy, instinctively trying to close her legs against the unwanted intrusion.

However, the businessman seemed determined to prove himself, if only for his own ego. He leaned forward, burying his face between her thighs with an audible slurp that made E:U's stomach turn.

At first, she resisted the invasion of his tongue, clenching her muscles tightly shut in disgust and discomfort. But as he persisted, using his thick fingers to spread her open and expose her most intimate flesh, a **** heat began to build within her core.

Despite herself, E:U found her hips rocking subtly against the businessman's mouth as he licked and sucked at her pussy with increasing enthusiasm. She couldn't deny the illicit pleasure that began to course through her veins – the taboo thrill of being serviced by this unexpected admirer, even if his intentions were far from pure.

When the timer hit sixty seconds, the businessman pulled away, leaving E:U panting and flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She watched him stand up, adjusting his suit pants as he smirked at her with a satisfied gleam in his eye.

"Well, that wasn't so bad," he said dismissively, as if daring her to contradict him. "You're not half bad for a pretty little thing."

E:U seethed inwardly at the insult, but she kept her expression neutral, knowing that any display of anger or hurt would only serve to validate his cruel words. Instead, she simply nodded curtly and stepped back, eager to put as much distance between herself and this unwanted fan as possible.

As The Conductor ushered the businessman offstage with a **** smile, E:U couldn't help but wonder just how many more surprises "Train Wreck" had in store for her – both on and off camera. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever debauched delights or indignities lay ahead, determined to see this challenge through to the bitter end.