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There's nothing sexier than a fine woman's butthole, or a woman's fine butthole. I know you might think boobs or pussy is better, but to each his own.
The female anus is a thing of beauty. Ahh, those ridges in the sphincter, or a tiny peek into the rectum, and ooooh, if she's got a raphe running from her butt's opening to her pussy - I lose all control.
In contrast, a man's backside is an object of disgust. Though, if I can't appreciate it maybe it's because there's not a gay bone in my body.
Of course, I like to stare at my girlfriend's hole. Would you be at all surprised to learn that I give her back massages just to be able to secretly gawk. I haven't done anything with it yet - too many girls have broken up with me for being overly interested in their hershey highways. But I'm gonna have to have the conversation soon. No use continuing a relationship that could never work if it's futile.
Naturally, I spend hours scrolling through pornographic pictures of cute little backdoors. When I find a particularly sexy one I save it to a file.
Better yet, I have a montage with many adorable crinklies blended into one image. Dark ones, pink ones, some with big halos that blend in immediately with the ass cheeks, or some with butteolas that announce themselves with proud contrast.
And best of all, I have a slideshow that automatically shows my whole collection one after the other. In my bathroom there's this digital picture frame on the wall right in front of the throne. With the remote I can bring up my private slideshow for casual viewing. For jerking pleasure I play it on my phone.
I call my hobby stargazing.
Ages ago I saw my sister's butthole once. Her's was the first, I think that's where my obsession started. She had a party at mom's house and passed out on the couch with her pants and panties pulled halfway down. Cautiously I'd peeled them just a little bit further. Then, not daring to touch anymore, I'd ogled the place forever with my eye just an inch away. That was also the first time I'd smelled one, I really put my nose right up there imbibing fully. Then I ran to my room to jerk off.
At first I only enjoyed pristinely clean asses. But with time, I could find pleasure in dirty ones too.
In fact, my tastes expanded day by day until now there's hardly a quality of an ass I can't find redemption in.
So my indulgence in living shitters was on hold while I waited to talk to Tiffany (with an innocent name like, Tiffany, could she ever let me immerse myself in her stinky strawberry?), so it was on hold, when I saw an ad to be on one of those Japanese game shows.
You know the ones, contestants engage in actual sexual acts and compete for prizes. Except the show was made in the USA and not Japan.
The way this one worked was you sat down with the show's producer divulging everything about your secret desires, signed a contract, and paid to live out your particular kink in technicolor. In addition to paying a mortgageable sum, the catch was you had to be a participant in another person's contest.
When the time came to be on the show the second time, you had to sign up for a contest which was an equitable level of extreme, based on how extreme your own was.
At first I was wanting to have a simple butthole parade. Girls would line up for me to see multiple buttholes all in one go. But the producer started asking questions: did I want to lick them? Jerk off? I didn't know those were options. But yes!
There was an extensive questionnaire and by the end they understood my subconscious oddity more than I did.
On the survey, I indicated that I liked smelling and touching and licking, and the sight of anal creampies. Between the prying interview and the sneaky questions I really had a lot to say.
Knowing that it was going to be streamed on the net I had to hide it from my girl. Sure, it was a select cult audience. I just had to keep the reasonable hope that it was never popular enough for her to hear about it.
A week before the broadcast I was offered half price by combining mine with another person's concept. Porter, the host, told me that audiences like to see multiple contestants.
On the day of filming I stood there in a polo and khakis as Porter did his schtick, "Ok, for the first round, the round we like to call, "WHOSE BUTT IS IT," We're gonna present you with an array of butts to smell. Think you can handle that, Reese?"
I gave a juvenile grin, "Oh yea. I'm game."
"Well, that's good because this is a game. Now what we failed to tell you beforehand is that after you smell all the butts you'll have a chance to identify the owner of that ass by her body's odor. So I ask you again, think you're up to the challenge? Because if you fail to tell our audience WHO'S BUTT IS IT, then you're out and you won't be moving on to the next part.
They hadn't told me I could be out. I suppose it was in the fine print. But it did sound like a blast. "I'm in! I'm in!" I jumped https://sokkan.org (https://sokkan.org/) up and down like a crazy man and the studio audience went wild. There were like fifty people watching me live.
So when the curtain pulled back there was a wall and sticking out of these holes was an assortment of ladie's butts. Twelve in all.
"But Reese, we've got another surprise for you. It's good and bad. We're not going to make you match every one. But we're also not going to tell you who you're matching until after."
I knelt down crawling from ass to ass, sniffing like a wine taster, while the camera zoomed in on my face and the assholes. Anyone in the world who also happened to log in, could be seeing my ecstatic face sniffing asses.
"Now you be careful, Reese, not to let your nose touch any, or you'll be disqualified." They kept lobbing these hardballs at me.
I smelled earthy asses and sweet asses, sulphuric ones and one that smelled like actual shit. Who goes on a gameshow and doesn't wash? But by the time I was done I felt pretty familiar with the various anal bouquets.
The curtain closed then opened again, and when it did all the ladies were now standing naked in a row.
"So Reese, the rule is you can smell any part of a lady from the front only. Then announce WHOSE BUTT IS IT, and you progress. So Reese, which one of our wonderful female contestants was the second from the right?"
I remembered the second from the right vividly, spicy and sublimely citrusy.
I already knew to eliminate the latina girls and middle eastern girls based on the appearance of their back holes. The producers really should have blindfolded me.
One woman had the hips and belly of a mother and I can tell if an A-hole belongs to a woman whose given birth. Again, by the appearance of the telltale purple hue.
That left five women. But I wasn't about to let on that I'd already narrowed it down.
I walked up and down the row inhaling the scents of hair and necks, armpits and pussies. I recognized two of the pussies by their natural scent. Another girl used lavender shampoo on both her head and her bush. That left two.
For dramatic effect I smelled these women up and down, pretending that I was focusing on their skin. Honestly, I knew of no additional ways to match the smell of a woman's ass to her skin that I hadn't already tried. I was gonna guess.
Standing close to one particular naked woman I lifted her hand up above our heads and announced, "It's her! Her skin has the essence of purity and so does her butt!" It was complete bullshit.
The crowd ate it up.
"We have a winner! Reese. We'll see you in a minute."
I was ushered off stage while they changed the set. Porter came over to me, "That was pretty remarkable. We've never had an ass-smeller on our show before, but no one has performed so well in any of our smelling contests. Congratulations."
"Here's an earpiece for you to wear. Be sure to follow the directions of our producers during the shoot."
Porter continued, "Now strip and get out there!" No one had mentioned that before either.
In round two I was to perform an obscene act on another row of asses while the camera would display the girls' faces to those watching. I would be judged based on their reactions.
I stood there naked, covering my dick with my hands.
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, We have Reese here who's about to enter THE REACTION ROUND. Let's see if he can peak any interest.
"First up is our schoolgirl. Now Reese we know you're a real skilled ass smeller. But how good are you at turning a girl on by smelling her ass? Don't get too worried. Our schoolgirl has a fetish for being smelled. Can you make the most of that?"
The woman kneeling on all fours in the blue plaid skirt and crisp white shirt had a tiny hipless butt which would make sense if she were a real schoolgirl and not a contestant. I lifted the skirt slowly, revealing her butthole to me and the cameraman simultaneously. Though my ulterior motive was to build suspense for her sake.
I noticed the tiny pink pucker of a Northern European and the cold goose bumped skin of a young woman understandably nervous to be here. I've always wanted to experience a 'Viking maiden.'
In my ear the producer was feeding me actions, "Lay the side of your face on her left cheek being careful not to block the shot." I did as directed, shivering myself from the excitement of being in such close proximity to a Nordic anus for the first time anywhere other than in my dreams.
Her mushroomy aroma wafted my way as I breathed restfully, conveying the calming rising and falling of my breathing to her through her buns.
"Now jam your nose in there. Go for it! Suck it in!"
Careful not to touch, I let the breath from my nose tickle her sensitive skin. (I ignored the lame producer's instructions that wouldn't work.) I knew she could feel it. She would KNOW I was enjoying her contentedly.
I bursa eskort (https://sokkan.org/vip2/bursa-escort/) waited for motion. Then, as soon as her butt winked, I inhaled deeply, letting the cool air wash over her private spot.
The stupid man in my ear missed our exchange, but the people out there, just off-stage, gasped. I felt my anal angel gasp too and I knew I had her. For my finale with her, I sucked air open-mouthed, but let my hot breath cover her, in rapid oscillations. She went wild and when she had an orgasm from my sensing of her odor alone, everyone else went wild too. My shy cock stirred too.
Porter stopped me, "That was just astounding! Do you know she had the big O?"
"No shit!"
"Well, Reese, let's see if you can get a rise out of Tushy two."
The second woman had a bodaciously big tan ass. I love huge asses. I didn't put it on the questionnaire, but if I could be smothered under a BBW I would die a happy man. Don't judge me. Plenty of guys prefer big butts. I don't prefer them - I like them all.
Her black opaque stockings were topped in bright pink bows and were then connected to a garter. It was great in every sense of the word.
"Reese, for this event your job is to stimulate Tina here with just one finger. Nothing else is allowed, though you have some leeway to decide how you will use that digit. Two minutes, go!"
Two minutes! Another trick.
I ran my one finger all over her buns, tracing designs until I zeroed in on my target. My earpiece kept saying, "Hurry." and counting down. But there's an order to a good prodding.
I circled her sphincter in smaller and smaller rounds until I only touched the ringlet. Gradually building pressure I stopped to gather spit.
As soon as my saliva soaked finger touched her she knew I had had my finger in my mouth and had tasted her. I sure hoped that would excite my big assed lass.
I pushed it in, twisting while the count was down to forty-five seconds. I was up to the second knuckle and I saw her fingers reach back to rub her pussy. Then I heard her talking. "Oh sorry. I'll stop." Apparently she had an earpiece too.
Surreptitiously, I blew air on her hole so only she would know, then when I hooked my finger and stroked her insides, she too had her orgasm
Porter was back, "Well folks, that's two girls and two orgasms. You know, Reese, it's not a requirement that they cum, only that the camera captures a good reaction."
"I know, Porter. What can I say, I like to make the ladies happy through their butts." Based on the cheering you would have thought I'd said I saved blind puppies from fires for a living.
"Calm down folks. We've got to meet the biker chick next. And heeeeere she is..."
A box on stage was raised to reveal an anemic skinned woman kneeling face down with her ass up. She was a rough looking bitch in leather, with an anal tattoo. Her skinny ass hovered radiantly above her boots.
The skin of her thighs must've never seen the light of day, yet the special area surrounding her inner sanctum was possessed of darker melanin, separated from the rest by a sudden demarcation. Not at all stained as some imagine.
The tattoo was a radiating sun with the words, FUN CENTER at the top. The metal clit ring was both intriguing and dangerous.
"Ok, Reese, your challenge, using as much creativity as you can muster, is to make this seasoned woman scream. You ARE allowed to use more than one finger, a thumb if you dare, even your palm, but no body parts not on your hand."
I certainly wouldn't need to hold back with this one. And it seemed both obvious and unsporting just to spank her as Porter was hinting at.
As much as I wanted to spank the tough slut, I thought I knew better what she really wanted. I was going to play my hunch.
I started pushing my dry finger into her tight ass, not really holding back. She clenched, not to fight me, but to work with me. She did CHOOSE to be here after all. And she must want something out of it.
I swear she squeezed out a slick liquid from the depths of her rectum. She had prelubed herself and I knew why she did it. Had she shared that secret with anyone else?
Working the lubricant around I coated my whole hand, then shoved it up there as quickly as she could take it. Back and forth I moved it, loosening her poop chute.
When she was ready, I closed my fingers into a fist. Waiting to punch deeper I whispered, "I know you want it bitch. Scream and I'll give it to you."
The raven haired banshee let out a blood curdling scream, "FUUUUCK MEEEE!" And I gave it to her. We'd both beaten the game show in our own way.
"Impressive Reese. Let's see what you can do with our mermaid."
The lights dimmed except for a spotlight on the fourth girl who was indeed dressed as a mermaid. She had flowing red hair on her head and also her puss.
She wore a purple jeweled butt plug and a matching purple thong that was integrated into the purple-green costume.
The orhangazi escort (https://sokkan.org/vip2/orhangazi-escort/) spotlight focused on her jewel, casting sparkling bright rays throughout the studio.
What kind of woman wants a spotlight on her asshole? Why did she agree to be filmed so publicly?
I was given no instructions so I straddled the fins on her tail examining the area closely.
She had the beautiful skin of a ginger as well as the normal butthole color typical for redheads.
Accidentally, I kneeled on something hard only to discover hard jewels were incorporated into her tail.
Looking closer I realized the jewels were additional butt plugs in progressively larger sizes. I grasped the plug already in her, twisting it out gently. I was fascinated by the way her hole expanded against the wider part of the plug which came out with a pop. I held it above my head, waving it for the cameras. I spoke loudly for the group, "She did great! Don't you all agree?" They clapped enthusiastically while 'Ariel' melted.
Holding the next sized plug I applied pressure, replacing the first one. Her body tensed as I did it, so I took a moment to caress her buns, comforting her. The act was so sexy my newly awakened hard on brushed her thigh.
Together we removed and replaced four sparkly plugs in all, stretching her asslips more with each one. And every time I removed one I showed it to the crowd asking them to cheer her on.
When the last one was firmly in place I kissed one cheek tenderly, "Thank you for letting me be a part of your fantasy. You were wonderful and everyone loves you."
A long loud groan escaped her lips and she dropped her exhausted head to her arms, "No, thank you. In fifteen minutes you've given me what no one has given me in five years."
Porter returned, "I don't know how you're doing it Reese but our statistics are off the charts and the live views are up to one point five million!"
I felt weak. A million and a half! I'm not cut out for showbiz.
The fifth woman was up on a pedestal at eye height. She displayed a hirsute cunt which was covered in dense long brown fur. It grew part way onto her thighs then up her ass crack, diminishing until her actual salmon colored starfish was decorated by wispy hairs. The thin tail end of a remote control vibrator's antennae hung out of her combed vagina. LED lights blinked when it turned on or off.
Her butt itself was ballooned and puffy with the hint of a tiny roid in the edge of her delicious looking rim.
"Reese," rang the voice in my ear, "Stay out of the way. Our viewers want to see the lights, since they are paying extra to control the remote from their computers."
There was a pause while I spread her cheeks to fully appreciate the hairy mons and ribbed assring. "Ok, you may lick. Just be sure you make her squeal."
"Literally?"
"Sorry, it was an expression."
But I wanted to try anyway. She was gyrating on the vibe, wet and ready. I dived right in with long lascivious laps. My tongue plastered the hairs to her anus, but no matter, as I twirled them into a whirlpool with circling licks. It was a shame she'd obviously used wipes just before we started - there was no fantastic flavor at all. Just bland rubbery asshole-skin.
She cooed and rocked with the vibrator. What could I do that would add more stimulation than the buzzing unpredictable device was already giving her?
Clawing my fingers into her cheeks I spread her wider, distending her pucker for my enjoyment, "I'm glad you didn't shave. If I ever get another chance at your butt, please leave your natural flavors."
"Really? You like my hair? They wouldn't let me get it lasered off. They said the gross factor would torture you."
I licked more aggressively, "Gross? Yours is the best butt I've ever had. You go out and find a guy who will appreciate you for who you are."
Up there on the Roman pillar, this wonderful woman circled her head, making her thick long hair spin around and around. Her whole body shifted with the effort, rocking her ass back into my face hard. She slammed into my tongue repeatedly - and that's what she needed to cum.
I hadn't hoped for a squeal, but everyone heard her cry out like a piglet. I think she was acting based on overhearing my conversation with the producer. The orgasm seemed real, just not the noises. And you know what? No one cared. Her performance was a hit.
Someone pushed me over to the next woman who was on, like, a medical exam table. He accidentally knocked my hard on into the cold metal frame, causing me to be re-aware that the WWW was watching me get excited by eating ass.
She was pale white and wore dark azure nylons, her center was bleached, I've heard of it, never seen it.
My earpiece was talking, "Take big exaggerated licks for the camera. Then try to stick your tongue up it. If you can't do that just dab and poke it. You're doing great. They love you at home. And you're in a good place to win a prize." I didn't care about trophies. I was here for the asses.
This flexible girl was on her back with her ankles restrained behind her head. She was contracting her muscles, pushing her donut ring in and out rhythmically for the four cameras all capturing it from different angles.
There's nothing sexier than a fine woman's butthole, or a woman's fine butthole. I know you might think boobs or pussy is better, but to each his own.
The female anus is a thing of beauty. Ahh, those ridges in the sphincter, or a tiny peek into the rectum, and ooooh, if she's got a raphe running from her butt's opening to her pussy - I lose all control.
In contrast, a man's backside is an object of disgust. Though, if I can't appreciate it maybe it's because there's not a gay bone in my body.
Of course, I like to stare at my girlfriend's hole. Would you be at all surprised to learn that I give her back massages just to be able to secretly gawk. I haven't done anything with it yet - too many girls have broken up with me for being overly interested in their hershey highways. But I'm gonna have to have the conversation soon. No use continuing a relationship that could never work if it's futile.
Naturally, I spend hours scrolling through pornographic pictures of cute little backdoors. When I find a particularly sexy one I save it to a file.
Better yet, I have a montage with many adorable crinklies blended into one image. Dark ones, pink ones, some with big halos that blend in immediately with the ass cheeks, or some with butteolas that announce themselves with proud contrast.
And best of all, I have a slideshow that automatically shows my whole collection one after the other. In my bathroom there's this digital picture frame on the wall right in front of the throne. With the remote I can bring up my private slideshow for casual viewing. For jerking pleasure I play it on my phone.
I call my hobby stargazing.
Ages ago I saw my sister's butthole once. Her's was the first, I think that's where my obsession started. She had a party at mom's house and passed out on the couch with her pants and panties pulled halfway down. Cautiously I'd peeled them just a little bit further. Then, not daring to touch anymore, I'd ogled the place forever with my eye just an inch away. That was also the first time I'd smelled one, I really put my nose right up there imbibing fully. Then I ran to my room to jerk off.
At first I only enjoyed pristinely clean asses. But with time, I could find pleasure in dirty ones too.
In fact, my tastes expanded day by day until now there's hardly a quality of an ass I can't find redemption in.
So my indulgence in living shitters was on hold while I waited to talk to Tiffany (with an innocent name like, Tiffany, could she ever let me immerse myself in her stinky strawberry?), so it was on hold, when I saw an ad to be on one of those Japanese game shows.
You know the ones, contestants engage in actual sexual acts and compete for prizes. Except the show was made in the USA and not Japan.
The way this one worked was you sat down with the show's producer divulging everything about your secret desires, signed a contract, and paid to live out your particular kink in technicolor. In addition to paying a mortgageable sum, the catch was you had to be a participant in another person's contest.
When the time came to be on the show the second time, you had to sign up for a contest which was an equitable level of extreme, based on how extreme your own was.
At first I was wanting to have a simple butthole parade. Girls would line up for me to see multiple buttholes all in one go. But the producer started asking questions: did I want to lick them? Jerk off? I didn't know those were options. But yes!
There was an extensive questionnaire and by the end they understood my subconscious oddity more than I did.
On the survey, I indicated that I liked smelling and touching and licking, and the sight of anal creampies. Between the prying interview and the sneaky questions I really had a lot to say.
Knowing that it was going to be streamed on the net I had to hide it from my girl. Sure, it was a select cult audience. I just had to keep the reasonable hope that it was never popular enough for her to hear about it.
A week before the broadcast I was offered half price by combining mine with another person's concept. Porter, the host, told me that audiences like to see multiple contestants.
On the day of filming I stood there in a polo and khakis as Porter did his schtick, "Ok, for the first round, the round we like to call, "WHOSE BUTT IS IT," We're gonna present you with an array of butts to smell. Think you can handle that, Reese?"
I gave a juvenile grin, "Oh yea. I'm game."
"Well, that's good because this is a game. Now what we failed to tell you beforehand is that after you smell all the butts you'll have a chance to identify the owner of that ass by her body's odor. So I ask you again, think you're up to the challenge? Because if you fail to tell our audience WHO'S BUTT IS IT, then you're out and you won't be moving on to the next part.
They hadn't told me I could be out. I suppose it was in the fine print. But it did sound like a blast. "I'm in! I'm in!" I jumped https://sokkan.org (https://sokkan.org/) up and down like a crazy man and the studio audience went wild. There were like fifty people watching me live.
So when the curtain pulled back there was a wall and sticking out of these holes was an assortment of ladie's butts. Twelve in all.
"But Reese, we've got another surprise for you. It's good and bad. We're not going to make you match every one. But we're also not going to tell you who you're matching until after."
I knelt down crawling from ass to ass, sniffing like a wine taster, while the camera zoomed in on my face and the assholes. Anyone in the world who also happened to log in, could be seeing my ecstatic face sniffing asses.
"Now you be careful, Reese, not to let your nose touch any, or you'll be disqualified." They kept lobbing these hardballs at me.
I smelled earthy asses and sweet asses, sulphuric ones and one that smelled like actual shit. Who goes on a gameshow and doesn't wash? But by the time I was done I felt pretty familiar with the various anal bouquets.
The curtain closed then opened again, and when it did all the ladies were now standing naked in a row.
"So Reese, the rule is you can smell any part of a lady from the front only. Then announce WHOSE BUTT IS IT, and you progress. So Reese, which one of our wonderful female contestants was the second from the right?"
I remembered the second from the right vividly, spicy and sublimely citrusy.
I already knew to eliminate the latina girls and middle eastern girls based on the appearance of their back holes. The producers really should have blindfolded me.
One woman had the hips and belly of a mother and I can tell if an A-hole belongs to a woman whose given birth. Again, by the appearance of the telltale purple hue.
That left five women. But I wasn't about to let on that I'd already narrowed it down.
I walked up and down the row inhaling the scents of hair and necks, armpits and pussies. I recognized two of the pussies by their natural scent. Another girl used lavender shampoo on both her head and her bush. That left two.
For dramatic effect I smelled these women up and down, pretending that I was focusing on their skin. Honestly, I knew of no additional ways to match the smell of a woman's ass to her skin that I hadn't already tried. I was gonna guess.
Standing close to one particular naked woman I lifted her hand up above our heads and announced, "It's her! Her skin has the essence of purity and so does her butt!" It was complete bullshit.
The crowd ate it up.
"We have a winner! Reese. We'll see you in a minute."
I was ushered off stage while they changed the set. Porter came over to me, "That was pretty remarkable. We've never had an ass-smeller on our show before, but no one has performed so well in any of our smelling contests. Congratulations."
"Here's an earpiece for you to wear. Be sure to follow the directions of our producers during the shoot."
Porter continued, "Now strip and get out there!" No one had mentioned that before either.
In round two I was to perform an obscene act on another row of asses while the camera would display the girls' faces to those watching. I would be judged based on their reactions.
I stood there naked, covering my dick with my hands.
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, We have Reese here who's about to enter THE REACTION ROUND. Let's see if he can peak any interest.
"First up is our schoolgirl. Now Reese we know you're a real skilled ass smeller. But how good are you at turning a girl on by smelling her ass? Don't get too worried. Our schoolgirl has a fetish for being smelled. Can you make the most of that?"
The woman kneeling on all fours in the blue plaid skirt and crisp white shirt had a tiny hipless butt which would make sense if she were a real schoolgirl and not a contestant. I lifted the skirt slowly, revealing her butthole to me and the cameraman simultaneously. Though my ulterior motive was to build suspense for her sake.
I noticed the tiny pink pucker of a Northern European and the cold goose bumped skin of a young woman understandably nervous to be here. I've always wanted to experience a 'Viking maiden.'
In my ear the producer was feeding me actions, "Lay the side of your face on her left cheek being careful not to block the shot." I did as directed, shivering myself from the excitement of being in such close proximity to a Nordic anus for the first time anywhere other than in my dreams.
Her mushroomy aroma wafted my way as I breathed restfully, conveying the calming rising and falling of my breathing to her through her buns.
"Now jam your nose in there. Go for it! Suck it in!"
Careful not to touch, I let the breath from my nose tickle her sensitive skin. (I ignored the lame producer's instructions that wouldn't work.) I knew she could feel it. She would KNOW I was enjoying her contentedly.
I bursa eskort (https://sokkan.org/vip2/bursa-escort/) waited for motion. Then, as soon as her butt winked, I inhaled deeply, letting the cool air wash over her private spot.
The stupid man in my ear missed our exchange, but the people out there, just off-stage, gasped. I felt my anal angel gasp too and I knew I had her. For my finale with her, I sucked air open-mouthed, but let my hot breath cover her, in rapid oscillations. She went wild and when she had an orgasm from my sensing of her odor alone, everyone else went wild too. My shy cock stirred too.
Porter stopped me, "That was just astounding! Do you know she had the big O?"
"No shit!"
"Well, Reese, let's see if you can get a rise out of Tushy two."
The second woman had a bodaciously big tan ass. I love huge asses. I didn't put it on the questionnaire, but if I could be smothered under a BBW I would die a happy man. Don't judge me. Plenty of guys prefer big butts. I don't prefer them - I like them all.
Her black opaque stockings were topped in bright pink bows and were then connected to a garter. It was great in every sense of the word.
"Reese, for this event your job is to stimulate Tina here with just one finger. Nothing else is allowed, though you have some leeway to decide how you will use that digit. Two minutes, go!"
Two minutes! Another trick.
I ran my one finger all over her buns, tracing designs until I zeroed in on my target. My earpiece kept saying, "Hurry." and counting down. But there's an order to a good prodding.
I circled her sphincter in smaller and smaller rounds until I only touched the ringlet. Gradually building pressure I stopped to gather spit.
As soon as my saliva soaked finger touched her she knew I had had my finger in my mouth and had tasted her. I sure hoped that would excite my big assed lass.
I pushed it in, twisting while the count was down to forty-five seconds. I was up to the second knuckle and I saw her fingers reach back to rub her pussy. Then I heard her talking. "Oh sorry. I'll stop." Apparently she had an earpiece too.
Surreptitiously, I blew air on her hole so only she would know, then when I hooked my finger and stroked her insides, she too had her orgasm
Porter was back, "Well folks, that's two girls and two orgasms. You know, Reese, it's not a requirement that they cum, only that the camera captures a good reaction."
"I know, Porter. What can I say, I like to make the ladies happy through their butts." Based on the cheering you would have thought I'd said I saved blind puppies from fires for a living.
"Calm down folks. We've got to meet the biker chick next. And heeeeere she is..."
A box on stage was raised to reveal an anemic skinned woman kneeling face down with her ass up. She was a rough looking bitch in leather, with an anal tattoo. Her skinny ass hovered radiantly above her boots.
The skin of her thighs must've never seen the light of day, yet the special area surrounding her inner sanctum was possessed of darker melanin, separated from the rest by a sudden demarcation. Not at all stained as some imagine.
The tattoo was a radiating sun with the words, FUN CENTER at the top. The metal clit ring was both intriguing and dangerous.
"Ok, Reese, your challenge, using as much creativity as you can muster, is to make this seasoned woman scream. You ARE allowed to use more than one finger, a thumb if you dare, even your palm, but no body parts not on your hand."
I certainly wouldn't need to hold back with this one. And it seemed both obvious and unsporting just to spank her as Porter was hinting at.
As much as I wanted to spank the tough slut, I thought I knew better what she really wanted. I was going to play my hunch.
I started pushing my dry finger into her tight ass, not really holding back. She clenched, not to fight me, but to work with me. She did CHOOSE to be here after all. And she must want something out of it.
I swear she squeezed out a slick liquid from the depths of her rectum. She had prelubed herself and I knew why she did it. Had she shared that secret with anyone else?
Working the lubricant around I coated my whole hand, then shoved it up there as quickly as she could take it. Back and forth I moved it, loosening her poop chute.
When she was ready, I closed my fingers into a fist. Waiting to punch deeper I whispered, "I know you want it bitch. Scream and I'll give it to you."
The raven haired banshee let out a blood curdling scream, "FUUUUCK MEEEE!" And I gave it to her. We'd both beaten the game show in our own way.
"Impressive Reese. Let's see what you can do with our mermaid."
The lights dimmed except for a spotlight on the fourth girl who was indeed dressed as a mermaid. She had flowing red hair on her head and also her puss.
She wore a purple jeweled butt plug and a matching purple thong that was integrated into the purple-green costume.
The orhangazi escort (https://sokkan.org/vip2/orhangazi-escort/) spotlight focused on her jewel, casting sparkling bright rays throughout the studio.
What kind of woman wants a spotlight on her asshole? Why did she agree to be filmed so publicly?
I was given no instructions so I straddled the fins on her tail examining the area closely.
She had the beautiful skin of a ginger as well as the normal butthole color typical for redheads.
Accidentally, I kneeled on something hard only to discover hard jewels were incorporated into her tail.
Looking closer I realized the jewels were additional butt plugs in progressively larger sizes. I grasped the plug already in her, twisting it out gently. I was fascinated by the way her hole expanded against the wider part of the plug which came out with a pop. I held it above my head, waving it for the cameras. I spoke loudly for the group, "She did great! Don't you all agree?" They clapped enthusiastically while 'Ariel' melted.
Holding the next sized plug I applied pressure, replacing the first one. Her body tensed as I did it, so I took a moment to caress her buns, comforting her. The act was so sexy my newly awakened hard on brushed her thigh.
Together we removed and replaced four sparkly plugs in all, stretching her asslips more with each one. And every time I removed one I showed it to the crowd asking them to cheer her on.
When the last one was firmly in place I kissed one cheek tenderly, "Thank you for letting me be a part of your fantasy. You were wonderful and everyone loves you."
A long loud groan escaped her lips and she dropped her exhausted head to her arms, "No, thank you. In fifteen minutes you've given me what no one has given me in five years."
Porter returned, "I don't know how you're doing it Reese but our statistics are off the charts and the live views are up to one point five million!"
I felt weak. A million and a half! I'm not cut out for showbiz.
The fifth woman was up on a pedestal at eye height. She displayed a hirsute cunt which was covered in dense long brown fur. It grew part way onto her thighs then up her ass crack, diminishing until her actual salmon colored starfish was decorated by wispy hairs. The thin tail end of a remote control vibrator's antennae hung out of her combed vagina. LED lights blinked when it turned on or off.
Her butt itself was ballooned and puffy with the hint of a tiny roid in the edge of her delicious looking rim.
"Reese," rang the voice in my ear, "Stay out of the way. Our viewers want to see the lights, since they are paying extra to control the remote from their computers."
There was a pause while I spread her cheeks to fully appreciate the hairy mons and ribbed assring. "Ok, you may lick. Just be sure you make her squeal."
"Literally?"
"Sorry, it was an expression."
But I wanted to try anyway. She was gyrating on the vibe, wet and ready. I dived right in with long lascivious laps. My tongue plastered the hairs to her anus, but no matter, as I twirled them into a whirlpool with circling licks. It was a shame she'd obviously used wipes just before we started - there was no fantastic flavor at all. Just bland rubbery asshole-skin.
She cooed and rocked with the vibrator. What could I do that would add more stimulation than the buzzing unpredictable device was already giving her?
Clawing my fingers into her cheeks I spread her wider, distending her pucker for my enjoyment, "I'm glad you didn't shave. If I ever get another chance at your butt, please leave your natural flavors."
"Really? You like my hair? They wouldn't let me get it lasered off. They said the gross factor would torture you."
I licked more aggressively, "Gross? Yours is the best butt I've ever had. You go out and find a guy who will appreciate you for who you are."
Up there on the Roman pillar, this wonderful woman circled her head, making her thick long hair spin around and around. Her whole body shifted with the effort, rocking her ass back into my face hard. She slammed into my tongue repeatedly - and that's what she needed to cum.
I hadn't hoped for a squeal, but everyone heard her cry out like a piglet. I think she was acting based on overhearing my conversation with the producer. The orgasm seemed real, just not the noises. And you know what? No one cared. Her performance was a hit.
Someone pushed me over to the next woman who was on, like, a medical exam table. He accidentally knocked my hard on into the cold metal frame, causing me to be re-aware that the WWW was watching me get excited by eating ass.
She was pale white and wore dark azure nylons, her center was bleached, I've heard of it, never seen it.
My earpiece was talking, "Take big exaggerated licks for the camera. Then try to stick your tongue up it. If you can't do that just dab and poke it. You're doing great. They love you at home. And you're in a good place to win a prize." I didn't care about trophies. I was here for the asses.
This flexible girl was on her back with her ankles restrained behind her head. She was contracting her muscles, pushing her donut ring in and out rhythmically for the four cameras all capturing it from different angles.