The Final

The crowd went wild again, it seemed like every person in the room had now converged to witness the events unfolding. Max could feel the barely restrained desire of the gathered masses as she kneeled before the two men.

For their part, they both seemed completely unconcerned by the multitude of eyes upon them. Then again, this probably wasn't the kind of place you came to if you had an aversion to being watched.

The wife was clearly eager to resume proceedings, as Max felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her towards Jenkins. She too was beyond the point of being bashful, so wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, letting him slide to the back of her throat with ease.

“Oh she must like you.” the wife purred, “But you have two hands my dear.”

Max understood the inference of the remark, so reached out with her other hand, to wrap it around the thick shaft of the dark skinned man. Working her mouth expertly along Jenkins' cock, she moved her fingers over the taunt head of his competitor's, teasing tight circles as she went.

“Now...” the wife purred, watching on, her fingers falling to her own sex, brushing across the bright red button of her clit. “Switch!”

Max did as she was instructed, her mouth coming away from Jenkins to slide once more over the dark-skinned man's cock, her hand slowly stroking the doctor as she took the other man into the recesses of her throat.

It carried on like that for Max didn’t know how long, the wife calling for her to “Switch!”, and Max alternating her affections between them. At first the two men seemed impassive, to the point that Max even wondered if they had sensation in their cocks.

It seemed like the thing that actually started to make them react was not Max, but the wife. She was now masturbating openly. Moving between the two men, she would lean against one's shoulder, so she could moan into his ear, whispering sordid temptations.

“Just look at that pretty face.” she would gasp, her fingers sliding wetly in and out of her sex, “Don’t you just want to coat her with cum?”

“She rode my husband like a pro,” it would go on, “I can’t wait to see your cock stretching her pussy wide open. I want to watch you fuck her hard. I want to watch you. Mess. Her. Up!”

That last part was punctuated by tiny squeaks of pleasure as she seemed to reach some kind of orgasm, her legs shaking as she moaned into the dark-skinned man's ear. Max felt his cock flex in her mouth, another drop of pre-cum landing on her tongue, just as she was told once again to switch.

Jenkins was holding up better, but Max could tell the constant taunting of the wife was having an effect on him as well. His cock throbbing in her mouth as she watched the droplets of arousal fall from the wife’s sex while she whispered into his ear.

If Max’s own hands had not been busy, she too may have begun to pleasure herself. It felt like it an age since her encounter with the husband, the mess he had left inside her having long since dripped out into a pool beneath. Having his wife now flaunting her pleasure right in front of her only added to the frustration.

Both men were struggling to hold back now, the dark skinned man emitting ever more pre-cum into her mouth. He stared fixedly at the middle distance as the wife paraded her body before him, teasing both him, Jenkins, and the baying crowd around them.

Max though was sure that Jenkins would be the first to break. His cock throbbed in her mouth and sweat poured from his face. She could taste the tang of real cum on her tongue as he fought to maintain control.

The tension in the bodies of both men was making her own heart race. She had always loved this feeling, knowing that she held the key to her lover's release. Having it doubled only raised her own arousal to new heights as she ran her tongue in tight circles over the throbbing head of Jenkins' cock, the thumb of her other hand tracing the same circles across the slickened crown of his adversary.

“Switch!” the wife called out, her voice husky.

As Max again began to slide her lips delicately over the dark-skinned man's cock, something seemed to snap inside him. She felt strong, rough hands grabbing both sides of her head, pulling her down onto his cock to meet the thrust of his hips in the opposite direction. He pushed his swelling dick as far down her throat as he could, and with a long groan of satisfaction, began to cum.

Max felt it more than anything else, his cock pulsing in her throat as he shot load after load directly into her stomach. By the time he was finished, Max was dizzy from the lack of oxygen, his sizeable cock impeding her airway.

The crowd was going crazy, cheering and jeering with increasing furore, the wife watching the scene with a wide grin as Jenkins seemed to sag in relief.

Finally spent, the dark skinned man drew his cock back carefully, Max gasping for air as the softening length was pulled from her mouth, strings of semen and saliva still connecting him to her.

A clap of the wife’s hands drew the attention of everyone assembled, her fingers still glistening with her own juices as she spoke.

“WE HAVE A WINNER!” she declared, moving over to Jenkins and lifting his arm in a manner befitting a prizefighter.

Max sat back on her knees, letting the sound and fury wash over her as she tried to catch her breath and take things in. She had planned on getting close to Jenkins when she arrived, however she had not expected it to be this close.

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