Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather Part 7Carl sighed serenely as he tapped his third cigar

Tales of the Sex League: The Rise of Heather

Part 7

Carl sighed serenely as he tapped his third cigarette out into the gold-speckled crystal ashtray. He had smoked his latest cancer-stick down to the nub, timing each deep breath to match perfectly the way her soft lips slid down to engulf the last inch of his pulsing cock. Joanne was the best damned cock-sucker the Sparro’s employed. The middle-aged redhead was a washed-out ex-Sex-fighter herself, but she still gave the best head Carl had ever had. He knew she was going to drag it out, keeping him right on the very edge of his eventual explosion right until the bitter end. That end coinciding with the last fateful wail of orgasm from the wild orgy shown live on his video-screen. He had watched a dozen or more of these in his career as talent scout for one sponsor or the other. Each one had amazed him with its level of sexual carnage as a room filled with lust-crazed competitors fucked each other into ruin with savage abandon.

Before the Sparro’s had taken over the League it was just him sitting in the booth. Him and his right-hand pumping furiously as one then the other prospective Sex-fighter fell, his or her body shaking violently into deathly stillness as they gave their last ounce of fading strength. He still remembered those days as he, and the half-dozen other scouts emerged from the observation rooms. Their arms burning, eyes cast down in mutual shame as they exhausted their still throbbing cocks into the nearest wastebasket filled with filthy wads of tissue paper. As it was now, he found himself arriving an hour early, the better to be damned sure that it was Joanne’s expert lips wrapped tight around his throbbing cock and not one of the other sluts waiting to be called on.

Yet in all that time, sitting in this seat, watching this video-feed, with Joanne’s lips so dutifully servicing his trembling member, not once had he been so turned on than now. In the center of the waiting area (now combat zone) three hot young women writhed and warred, given their space by a thrashing mass of naked humanity as if none wanted to involve themselves in the obviously personal nature of their battle. The blonde was being attacked from both sides, her pussy eaten alive by one woman while another was trying to choke her to death on her own glistening mound, twisting the blonde’s nipples savagely as she wailed out in near-orgasm. But the blonde was giving as good as she got, making the brunette shudder as she devoured her hot dripping snatch while wrapping her thighs like an iron vice around the other’s shoulders, forcing the woman deeper into her own gushing cunt. The second girl was audibly choking on the river of juices the blonde was producing between her quivering legs. All three of them mere seconds away from an explosive scream of orgasm.

Without even thinking about it, Carl grabbed Joanne’s head in his hands, forcing the length of his meat straight down her unprepared throat. In a few gasping heartbeats, the moment came. So did the three struggling girls, and so did he! With a gurgled moan he fired a thick blast of cum down Joanne’s throat, her nails digging viciously into his thighs as he did so. As he finished, as the three women were slavishly crawling into their next heart-stopping position, he feebly reached for his pen. Between his knees Joanne was on her hands and knees coughing up gobs of his spunk between hot curses, but his cum-hazed brain ignored her. Instead he used what little strength he still commanded to made a single check-mark across a file… and changed one woman’s life forever.