Sherri Shepherd

 You look along the ladies as they sit on the couch, waiting to see who will take up your challenge, then hear a voice, turning to look at a smiling Sherri Shepherd.
   "You're not prejudiced, are you?" she asks
    "A hard cock is colour blind," Joy quips to audience laughter.
    Laughing with them you say," That might be true, but I'm not prejudiced anyway. But I'd be more comfortable if I could sit down."
     "Come on Barbara. Move over and let the man sit," Sherri giggles and pushes at her shoulder for her to make room between them.
     You see that Barbara has a somewhat stunned look on her face as she numbly slides over. The show has lost total control and no one seems to be trying to stop it. She looks to the front row for Bill Geddie, the producer, who always sits there during the shows. Her eyes go wide as she sees a woman sitting beside him, bent over his lap, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.
    You stop to kick off your shoes to get your pants right off, and slip your left arm around Sherri's shoulders as you sit beside her. She snuggles against you, her large breasts pressing against your chest as she reaches her left hand into your lap.
    "I like it nice and slow so I can enjoy it," you tell her as her warm fingers wrap around your dick.
    "Like this?" she asks as her hand starts to slide up and down your swelling member.
     "Yeah, that's good," you tell her , looking down at her soft hand.
      Your eyes drift to her chest and the deep cleavage of her large, soft breasts. "We were talking about size, but never got to these," you say as your right hand cups a soft breast.
      "They're all real too," she giggles as she looks at your hand fondling her boob.
      " They sure feel real," you say, then add, "I'm sure the audience would love to see them as much as I do."
      The audience applauds as you start to unbutton her blouse. She turns a bit to face the audience more as you peel her blouse open, then slide her bra strap down her left arm. The audience applauds as you pull the loosened cup down and her large breast spills out, her nipple dark and thick.
      "Nice nips," you tell her and take the exposed one between thumb and finger, rolling and lightly pulling on it.
       She moans softly, her back arching to push against your hand, her fingers tightening momentarily on your hardening cock.
       "They like to get sucked on too," she says with a smile, turning a bit towards you.
        You smile back at her and slip your hand under her breast to push it up as you lower your head. You hear a quiet moan as your tongue slips out to circle the rapidly stiffening point.
        She squeezes your cock a bit harder, her hand speeding up a bit, as you take her nipple between your lips and suck on it lightly. You drop your hand down to hers to slow her down and she whispers an apology as you keep mouthing her tit.
       "We need a ruler. Someone get a ruler," you hear Joy call out and very quickly a stage hand brings one out. "Now, who gets to measure his cock?" she asks aloud and you raise your head to see who it's going to be.