Going for Gold (20 page)

Sunday

Alina

"Fode-la, fode-la!"

I knew I shouldn't do it. I liked Bryce, but this might not
be him. This man who was claiming to be Bryce wasn't wearing protection. And we
were in front of thousands of people.
Oh God. Is this still being broadcast
all over the world?
I looked out at the cameras, at the judges, at the
audience, and at the jumbotrons. On the TVs, I could see myself in perfect
detail bent over in front of a row of my dancers. I hadn't realized it before,
but they were all moving their hips doing some strange two step dance thing,
keeping up with the idea that the performance was still going.
Or is it
really still going? Is Tim really this big of a pervert? Is Bryce?
The real
Bryce had a chance to stop this. Apparently this was what he wanted.
Is it
what I want?

The backup dancers were all completely nude except for their
faces being covered by the remains of their American flag morph suits.
The
morph suits that Gabriela had tampered with to try to torpedo my performance.
The
thought of her made my blood boil. And then a wonderful thought crossed my
mind. What if she actually screwed herself? What if getting fucked on stage is
exactly what I need to do to win gold?

I glanced up at the screen again. It was a perfect side view
of me bent over. The guy behind me had my hips firmly in the grasp of his
muscular arms. His abs glistened in the lights shining on stage. And his cock.
God, his cock was huge. Way longer than Chris', and way thicker. All I had to
do was arch my back a little more and move back an inch and I'd get to feel his
length slide into me.

"Fode-la!"

Get a grip, Alina! You can't fuck Bryce in front of all
these people! Especially if it's not Bryce!

As a world class athlete, I always thought I had impressive
self control. I didn't like running or waking up early, yet I made myself get
up every morning to go for a jog. I was able to resist the comfort of sleeping
in and spending the morning snuggled up inside with a nice cup of coffee. But
there were some things that the human body just isn't wired to resist. After
not having sex for four weeks, saying no to his throbbing cock was as difficult
as a parched wanderer in the Sahara denying himself a canteen of water, or a
long haul truck driver who had been awake for 48 hours saying no to a warm,
fluffy bed. I had a hunger, and my brain wouldn't let me say no when it was
this close to be being satiated.

I made one final stand against my libido with the thought of
unplanned pregnancy, but my subconscious squashed that objection by reminding
me that I'm on birth control.

"It's me, Alina," Bryce said from behind me.
"We can beat Gabriela. Just trust me."

I arched my back and turned to face the man behind me.
Please
be Bryce.
"Fuck me."

He didn't hesitate for even a second. The muscles in his arms
rippled as he grabbed my hips harder and thrust into me.

"Oh God," I moaned. After being denied sex for four
weeks, feeling his cock push into me was the best fucking feeling in the world.
I bent over more and pushed on the floor, forcing him deeper inside of me until
he couldn't go any further.

He groaned behind me.

The crowd roared with approval.
Holy shit, the crowd.
I
looked out at the thousands of people in the audience, but I couldn't really
make out any of their faces. The bright lights shining down on the stage made
it nearly impossible to see anything in the audience except for silhouettes.

Bryce pulled out so that the tip of his erection was rubbing
against my clit and then thrust back in. Pleasure shot through me, building
with each thrust. It was everything I had imagined and more.

"Dude, is he fucking her?" asked one of the other
dancers.

Oh God, I'm still on stage.

"Yes I am," said Bryce. He slammed into me again.

Yes!

"I guess it's a go then? I'd love to feel her tight
pussy next."

What's a go?
I turned to look at him. All the backup
dancers did back flips and then started doing something way more elaborate. It
was so hard to focus on what they were doing when Bryce was having his way with
me. His fingertips dug into my skin.
God. Wait, was this whole thing
planned?
All the backup dancers were dancing in perfect rhythm.

"Can I fuck her next?" asked another guy.

I turned to look at him. For some reason I expected to see
his face, but of course, I couldn't. All I could see were his model-like
muscles and throbbing erection.

"No," I moaned. "Just Bryce."

"I'm Bryce, baby." He ran his finger down my spine,
sending chills through my whole body.

Shit!
I looked behind me at the man fucking me. His
powerful hands dug into my hips harder with every thrust. "Does that mean
you're not Bryce?"

"We're all Bryce, Alina."

Sunday

Bryce

What the hell is happening right now?
As far as I
knew, Alina was a sweet girl who had only slept with Chris before today, and
now here she was wearing heels, a garter belt, and pasties getting fucked from
behind in front of a live audience plus millions of people watching on TV.

I thought about tackling the guy who was fucking her, but
that would have led to an awkward nude wrestling match, and that wouldn't be
cool. I decided to take the calmer route.

I pushed a few guys out of the way until I was standing right
next to Alina.

"Alina, stop. I'm Bryce," I said.

Just as Alina turned her head to look at me, the guy fucking
her thrust into her hard. Her eyes got wide and she moaned. "Bryce!"
she said in between more moans.

And then she finally stood up and pushed the guy off of her.
She put her hand on her hip and looked me up and down.

I couldn't help but look her up and down too. Now that she
wasn't bent over with some other guy, I could fully appreciate her beauty. The
whole outfit was perfect. The red, white, and blue lipstick, the blue stars on
her tits, and especially the garter belt and stockings that framed her ass and
pussy perfectly.

Her eyes locked on my erection. She took a step forward and
traced her index finger down my abs and along the length of my penis.
Fuck
yes.
She swayed her hips slightly as she lowered herself to her knees. My
eyes were fixated on her lips as they approached my cock.

Oh my God.
I was really just trying to get all this to
stop, but now that she was so close to blowing me, I wasn't sure I could
resist.

"So you're Bryce?" she asked, looking up at my
masked face.

"Yes."

I expected to feel her lips on my cock, but instead she stood
back up.

"Of course you're going to say you're Bryce," she
said. "I know how this game works. You're all Bryce."

"No, really. I'm Bryce. Alina, you have to believe me.
These guys are just fucking with you."

"Keep dancing, asshole," one of the other backup
dancers whispered to me as he danced past me.

Fuck off!

"Okay, then take your mask off and prove it," Alina
said.

Shit.
"I can't do that." I couldn't risk us
getting disqualified.

"Of course you can't, because you're not really
Bryce." She was starting to look exasperated. "How am I supposed to
know if no one will tell me?" She turned around. The two guys next to her
each grabbed one of her hands, making her wrap her fingers around their cocks.
She started stroking them up and down. One of them reacted by squeezing her
breasts.

Jealousy boiled inside of me. It was so hard to prevent
myself from punching him, but I had to restrain myself. Alina winning gold and
keeping Em safe were more important than my jealousy.

"This is all part of the dance, baby," the guy next
to her said. "I promise that I'm Bryce. This is what I want. This is what
the judges want."

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to kill all of these
assholes. "It's not what I fucking want." I stepped forward to punch
the guy that was grabbing her perfect tits. But another dancer stepped in front
of me.

"Calm the fuck down and keep dancing," he
whispered. "You're messing up the choreography."

Maybe I should just kill Tim.

The next thing I knew, the backup dancers were lifting Alina
up. They spun around with her in the air as they danced toward the spinning
platform.

Oh God, what the fuck are they planning to do with the
turn table?
My thought process momentarily stopped as I looked up at her.
She was perfect. She was perfect and she thought that this was what I wanted.
Why the hell would I want her to be gangbanged in front of millions of TV
viewers? I thought about when she had wanted to have sex with me after my race.
About how I had turned her down. If I had given in, none of this would be
happening. She wouldn't be so horny that she couldn't think straight. I had
just wanted her to be able to trust me. And now she trusted me so much that she
was willing to do all this for me?
This is all my fucking fault.

One of the guys whispered something in Alina's ear as they
set her down in front of the turn table. She smiled and walked up the stairs
onto the rotating platform. She stopped in the middle and faced out into the
audience with both hands on her hips. All of the other backup dancers spread
out around the platform, dancing around it. And at the same time, they all
reached down and spun.

I ran over to the the spinning platform. "What are you
guys doing?" I asked one of the other dancers as I started mimicking the
weird dance that they were all doing around the platform.

"Whoever it lands on gets to fuck her next," the
guy behind me said.

I never knew how disgusting Tim was. I looked up at Alina.
There was only a one in eight chance that the wheel would land on me, which
meant that the odds were heavily in favor of me having to stand there and watch
Alina fuck yet another guy.

Tim's words played in my head.
Just think of it as a
performance.
I shook my head.
No fucking way.
I turned and punched
the guy next to me. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the
spinning platform. No one else was having sex with Alina but me.

Sunday

Alina

I stared straight ahead at the judges. The three male judges
seemed to be enjoying my performance. As for the two women, Mi-sook Park looked
absolutely disgusted, but Corinne Bellerose, the French magazine editor, was
harder to read. My lowest score would be dropped, so as long as four out of
five of them enjoyed it, I'd have a good shot at winning gold.
French people
are free with their bodies, right? Maybe there's a chance Corinne will like it.

I watched the cocks go by as I spun in circles.
Oh God.
Soon
one of them would be deep inside of me, and I was completely powerless to
choose which one. Not that it mattered anyway. I still had no idea which one
was Bryce. I had decided to pretend like they were all Bryce. After all, it
seemed like that was what he wanted. At first I thought it was a
misunderstanding, but the longer it went on and he didn't stop it, I started to
think that he must have planned it with Tim. Maybe Tim had convinced him that
devil's threesomes were actually awesome. He had told me to do "whatever
it takes" to beat Gabriela and hinted that he was going to fuck me on
stage. He was way kinkier than I had realized.

The platform started to slow. I glanced to my left to see
where it was going to stop. And I noticed that two men had started fighting off
to the side. Was that part of the dance? Maybe a display of passion? One of
them ran back and pushed his way into where he thought the platform might land.
It looked like he was the guy who had most recently claimed to be Bryce.
Is
he actually Bryce?
He sounded like Bryce, but if he really was, why would
he have refused to take his mask off? Either way, his body was super hot and
his penis was one of the biggest, so I kind of hoped the platform would land on
him.

"Well, Bryce," I said with air quotes as the
platform rotated in front of him. "Looks like it might be your lucky
day."

"Don't think so," said the guy next to him. The platform
had rotated slightly past "Bryce" and came to a stop in front of this
other man.

The guy who had most recently claimed to be Bryce pushed the
guy who the platform had landed on away and took a swing at his face. The other
guy dodged to the side with a fancy back flip.

Yup, this was all definitely choreographed
.

"I guess I win then," the guy who was now closest
to where the platform landed said. I expected him to walk over to the stairs to
get up on the platform, but instead he just jumped right up. Before I could
drop to my knees to suck him off, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up with my
legs on either side of him. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting
to have you," he whispered in my ear.

"Bryce? Is that really you?" I wrapped my arms around
his neck.

"Fuck yes, baby," he said as he guided me onto his
cock.

Oh my God.
I dropped my head back. I noticed that all
the backup dancers were dancing around the platform again. But right now I
didn't care about anything. I closed my eyes. It felt so good to have another
cock inside of me. I had been so close to orgasming when "Bryce"
stopped me.

With his hands firmly grabbing my ass, he slid me up and down
on his shaft. "Fuck you're so tight," he groaned.

"Dude, you don't get to have all the fun," called
one of the other men from around the platform.

Is he really going to agree to stop so soon?

"One sec." He bounced me up and down on his cock a
few more times before pulling out and laying me down on my back so that my head
was hanging off the side of the platform. He grabbed my knees to spread my
legs. And then his cock was inside me again and his finger was massaging my
clit.

Holy fuck this feels so good.

The guy closest to me on the edge of the platform grabbed it
and rotated it until his cock slapped me in the face. "It's me,
Alina," he said and pressed the tip of his penis against my lips. I didn't
hesitate to wrap my lips around the head of his penis. He pushed himself into
my mouth slowly and let me caress his tip with my tongue. I was grateful that
he didn't just shove the entire thing down my throat, because he certainly
could have if he wanted to.

And just like that, I was getting double teamed by two men
claiming to be Bryce in front of a live audience. And judging from their
applause, they loved it.

"So how do we decide how long you get to fuck her?"
asked the guy in my mouth.

"As long as I want," replied the man on top of me
as he thrust into me hard.

Yes!

"How about she puts her hands on her ankles, and if she
lets go, your turn is over?"

"Fair enough."

I couldn't think straight. All I could focus on was the
growing pleasure. Each thrust made it build higher and higher. I felt the man
who was fucking me move my hands to my ankles. When his fingers left mine, I
kept my hands in place. The new angle let him go even deeper inside of me. And
there was no way I wanted him to stop.

"You're all mine," he said. That was what Bryce had
said before the dance started. That it didn't matter what I did on stage
because he knew I was his.

I moaned and tilted my head back, inadvertently deepthroating
the man in my mouth. He reached down and grabbed my tits hard, but before he
could enjoy them too much, someone grabbed his shoulders and threw him off of
me. It looked like he took a hard punch in the face. Tim's choreography was
impressive. It almost looked real.

But I didn't see the two fighting for long, because the
platform starting rotating again. One cock hit me in the face, and then
another. It was like the wheel of fortune, only my face was the little rods
that separate the wedges and their erections were the flappers in front of the
contestants. Meanwhile, the guy on top of me was drilling into me relentlessly.
Every time he pressed into me, I got closer to coming.

"Keep going," I moaned as I tilted my head up to
look at him. "Don't stop. Bryce, please don't stop."

He spread my legs even wider and reached down with one hand
to massage my clit again. With the next thrust, every muscle in my body
tightened and I threw my head back and screamed with pleasure. The audience was
all looking right at me. I didn't even care that I was probably making a crazy
sex face. I was in pure bliss.

And then the hot cum hit my face.

I looked up to see one of the guys stroking his cock a few
inches from my face while the crowd behind him cheered wildly. I turned my head
and reached back to block the next shot, but before I could, the guy fucking me
grabbed my hand and put it back on my ankle. More cum splashed onto my cheek.

"What the fuck!" I started to say, but he just took
that opportunity to fill my mouth with his cum. And it was delicious. Based on
my experience with Chris I always thought cum tasted like bleach, but I was
starting to think that only applied to assholes.

I kept my mouth open for the rest of his orgasm, trying to
get as much of his cum as I could. When he was finished, I swallowed what was
in my mouth and smiled up at him.

"Wow," he muttered.

"Shit dude, my girl swallowed that cum like it was
icecream," the dancer beside him said. "Baby, I'm Bryce too." He
leaned forward and ran his fingers across my breast, stopping at my nipple. He
rolled it between his fingers.

Oh God.
"And I'm gonna do the same to you,"
I said to him. "Unless you'd rather cum on my tits."
Did I really
just say that out loud?
I could actually see his penis move a little bit as
I spoke.

"Alright, time to switch," he said.

"Damn," sighed the guy still fucking me.
"Why'd you have to make her move her hand? Can't I have a few more minutes
until I cum?" He slammed into me again.

Shit. Is he going to cum inside me?

"Nope. A rule's a rule," said another of the guys.

He reluctantly stopped fucking me and got off the platform.

I sat up. Some of the cum on my face started dripping down,
so I wiped it off and licked my fingers. "Who's next?"
Did I really
just ask that? Whatever.
It was too late to pretend like I wasn't enjoying
this. It's what Bryce wanted. It's what Tim planned. And it was what was going
to get me gold. Besides, it was too late to turn back.

"Let's spin her again."

I got to my feet and stood in the middle of the platform
again. There were two men dance fighting off to the side. I spun around, trying
not to forget that this was all still part of the performance. I let my hips
sway to the beat of the music. All of them were still fully erect, ready to
fuck me if I happened to be facing them when the platform came to a stop. As my
gaze skipped from man to man, I couldn't help but picture how they would feel
inside of me. Would they put me on my back and fuck me missionary, or would
they bend me over and ravish my aching pussy? I knew I had completely lost my
mind. All I could think about was pleasure.

As the wheel started to slow, I glanced over to see who I
might land on. One of them was a new addition: a man still fully clothed in his
morph suit. He must have been the guy who was on stage briefly to do flips and
other cool moves. When he saw that my pussy was up for grabs, he must have
decided to come back on stage to get a piece of the action. I hoped the wheel
would land on him, and I got my wish.

He jumped up onto the platform. My eyes were immediately
drawn to his crotch. When the other men had been clothed, they all had visible
bulges, but this was different. Rather than a bulge in his pants, I could
clearly see the shape of his thick cock pinned against his thigh.
Wow.

"You like what you see?" he asked. His voice was
deep and seductive.

I looked up at his face, but of course it was covered.
God,
this whole situation is so weird.
What other time would I meet a man and
immediately stare at his package? Not to mention that I was basically
completely nude and millions of people around the world were watching. But I
was so horny. And I wanted him. I wanted all of them. "Do
you
like
what
you
see?"

He grabbed my hand and spun me around, scanning every inch of
my body. "Hell yeah."

I thought he would stop spinning me, but he kept me turning
until I was facing away from him again. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me
back onto him, making me sway to the music. I could feel his erection getting
even harder as I shook my ass again it. I dipped low and pushed up hard against
his cock on my way back up.

"Damn," he muttered.

I ended my little dance and spun back around to face him.

"How about you get this suit off me so we can have some
real fun?" he asked.

"You think just because the wheel landed on you I'm
gonna just drop to my knees and suck your cock the second I see it? And in
front of all these people? What kind of girl do you think I am?" I traced
my fingers down his torso and onto the outline of his massive penis.

"I think you're a girl who can't wait to have my big
cock deep inside of her."

I shrugged. "That depends. Are you Bryce?"

"I'm whoever the fuck you want me to be. And the cum on
your face makes me think that you're more than willing to role play."

I wiped some of the remaining cum off my face with my index
finger and then sucked it off as seductively as possible. The taste of the
salty liquid made me greedy for more. "Do you wish it was your cum on my
face? Because I do."

"Then get this damn suit off me, baby."

I let my hands linger on his abs for a few seconds before
pulling the tab. Almost instantly, the seams burst and his cock was free from
the fabric.

The chants of "Fode-la," instantly resumed, and
with good reason. I knew he'd be big, but the bulge in his suit hadn't prepared
me for what I was about to see. It was massive, both in length and girth. When
ancient humans made phallic sculptures, this was the kind of cock they must
have been worshipping.

Everyone always says that guys are supposed to be visual,
getting a boner every time they see a girl with nice curves and big tits. But
maybe that's just because girls are always wearing tight clothes and low cut
tops to accentuate the things guys like to see. If guys with penises this beautiful
walked around with their dicks hanging out of their shorts, maybe girls would
be considered the visual ones. Because damn, seeing his huge dick made me
soaking wet. He was six feet of pure man, and all I could think about was how
fucking good it would feel to let him fuck me in every position he could think
of.

There was just one problem: he was black. And that meant he
definitely wasn't Bryce, which meant I shouldn't fuck him.

"Shit, you're not Bryce," I said.

"What makes you say that?"

"Um, because you're black. Wait a second!"
Holy
shit! Is this the guy with the giant cock Tim was talking about the other day?
"Are
you Python?"

"Who? Do you think I'm a porn star or something?"

"No. Are you?"

"I guess I will be once you wrap your lips around my
cock in front of all these people."

Does that mean I'm already a porn star? Fuck! What the
hell am I doing? Is Bryce ever going to speak to me again after this?
"I'm
sorry, I can't do this."

"Because I'm black?"

"No, because you're not Bryce."

"This isn't about Bryce." He grabbed my hips and
made me move to the beat of the music. "This is about you winning gold,
and right now, the crowd wants to see you bend over and get fucked by me."
He pointed out at the audience.

My eyes followed his gesture. Thousands of people, all with
their eyes locked on me, chanting for me to give in to my darkest, most primal
desire to let this man I've never met before fuck my brains out. The feeling
was electrifying.