Rules and Round 1

The crowd went wild, their jeering and shouting getting so loud that every other head in the place turned to watch as the wife continued to lay out her plan.

“Now all I need you boys to do, is show some self control.” she explained over the shoulder of the first man in the line, his cock twitching to her words as she pressed her body against his back. “My plaything here is going to do her best to make you cum. All you need to do is hold out until the song is over.”

Max furrowed her brow, what song? On a hunch, she turned to look at the husband, the duffel bag beside him now pulled open to reveal what looked like a boombox, with a cable trailing to the phone in his hand. From what she could see, he already seemed ready to go for another round, his cock twitching excitedly in his lap.

Another pull of the leash made her turn back around, where the twitching head of another cock filled her vision.

“When the song starts,” the wife explained to her, “I want you to show this man just how good your mouth feels.”

Max took a deep breath. She could feel Jenkins at the far end of the line, his eyes burning into her. Her rational mind knew there was no way he could tell who she was or why she was here, but right now it was not the rational part of her that was in control. It was the primal instinct, the part of her that saw a line of cocks and got excited at the chance to breed.

It was that same part that let the first mans cock separate her lips when the song began, an uptempo eurobeat song with German sounding lyrics. The man's cock slipped easily over her tongue as she formed a seal with her lips. She could feel him tensing up as she got ready to start running her tongue in tight circles around the head and…

“Urgh!” the man choked out.

Suddenly his cock was spasming as he emptied himself into her mouth, his cum tasting thin as he twitched out the last.

The crowd cheered louder as his softening cock fell from her lips, Max swallowing his entire load as per the wife's instruction. The man's face turned bright red, his hands fumbling to stuff his cock back into his trousers and escape the circle of laughing faces.

“Well gentlemen!” the wife called out with obvious amusement, “We have found the bottom line already! If you can beat that, then you will be ahead of the game.”

The remaining men laughed along with the jeering crowd, all of them relaxed by the other man's embarrassment. Now they only had to do better than him.

Max wiped her lips, the gesture provoking a storm of questions about the taste and size of what she had just swallowed, all aimed more at insulting the man, than her. She ignored them all and moved along to the next man waiting his turn.