Moneyshot

Jessica, Sarah, and Dr. Preston were assembled in a tight circle, ass to ass to ass, in the center of the showroom, while Bill, Rick, and Steve, surrounded them, all jerking their cocks with tight fists.

Jessica was cockdrunk, barely able to stay upright under her own power. Tanya was dripping and needy, she'd torn her own top off and was kneading her breasts together in encouragement. Sarah, ever the professional, faced the audience and the cameras with her million dollar smile, and massaged her co-hosts' balls while she was at it.

"God, I'm close," said Rick. "Working a real big one too. She was a nice, tight slut wasn't she? Gonna miss her after tonight's show."

Bill smiled. "You said it. Mmph. Yeah, almost there. What about you, Steve?"

Steve looked shocked to be addressed. "Well, I'm still not - ah - sure about all this. But I dunno if I could stop if I wanted to. And... hoo..."

Nobody could miss it, he wasn't looking at the model-esque Sarah Silverman or the busty Dr. Tanya Preston. His eyes were locked on Jessica, his own daughter.

She looked back up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Daddy..." she moaned.

Nobody missed how his speed practically doubled after that comment either.

"Daddy please... Daddy I want it so bad..."

That instantly pushed him over the edge. A massive load erupted from his dick and layed across his daughter's face in thick spurts. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue and embraced her father's gift.

The sight alone was enough to push Rick and Bill over the edge as well. Rick shot several heavy ropes onto Sarah's cheek, she winked one eye closed and giggled like an airhead, while Bill frosted Tanya's fat tits as she gave them a last few jiggles.

Sarah first leaned over to Dr. Preston, pulled her mouth open and spat the rest of Rick's load down her throat, then turned to Jessica.

"Another rule about America? You should always clean up the messes you make."

Dr. Preston didn't need convincing, she was immediately sucking away everything left on the dicks of the two news anchors with gusto.

Jessica looked up dotingly at her father.

"Sweety, you don't have to-" he started.

She took his cock in her mouth and started giving him a thorough spit-shine as well. Whatever else he was about to say died in his throat and he elected to not worry about it any further.

Sarah stood up with a sigh. "Well, that's our show. We'll see you tomorrow night with more news and more used sluts." The programming faded to black over the sound of raucous, sloppy head and the cheers of the crowd.