Game Show Sex 2.

“I’m sure that’s part of the problem,” Max agreed with a chuckle. “So we sent one of our ‘Ambush Sex’ hidden cameras to check things out.” The TV picture changed to show the view of a typical middle-class living room as seen through the distortion of a fisheye lens. “We put our camera in a beautiful antique clock, which Sam put on his mantle at home. Now this camera gives us the largest possible view, but it’s not pretty to look at, so we run the picture through a computer, and this is what we get.” The picture changed to a more narrow, but distortion free view. Max continued, “We can manipulate the computer generated picture to make it look as if the camera was free to rotate.” As the view changed, Max narrated. “We start on the left. There’s the front door, and now we go across the living room – couch, chairs, low table and television. You can see the corner of a dining room table in the back of the picture there. And as we get to the extreme right, you can see into the kitchen a bit and finally, across the kitchen, there’s the back door of the house. Now let’s see what happened to Sam and Tess’ one day not too long ago. We had to edit out video when there was no action, so watch our hidden camera’s clock. We start early in the morning.”

As Max narrated, the edited pictures from the hidden camera rolled on. The digital clock in a corner of the picture showed that it was six in the morning. A light clicked on and Sam, clad in only his underwear could be seen walking into the kitchen. He was so skinny it didn’t look as if there was anything for his boxers to hang on to. His hair was tousled, and he needed a shave. Scratching and yawning, he emerged from the kitchen a minute later with a cup of coffee. A half-hour later Sam, now dressed in work clothes, exited through the back door.

At ten-thirty Tess went into the kitchen. She was wearing a white bathrobe and fuzzy bunny slippers. Her long blonde hair hid her face. A few minutes passed and now Tess was shown on the couch in the living room, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. The phone rang and she answered. “Hello…hi honey, how’s work?” Evidently it was Sam calling from his job. Several minutes later the conversation ended with, “So you’ll be home at the regular time?…OK, honey…talk to you later…love you too…bye” Tess sipped her coffee thoughtfully for a minute and then picked up the phone again.

“Hello, how are you?” she said into the phone. This time her voice was businesslike, almost demanding. She snorted, “You’re always horny. I want you to be here in an hour, see you then.” Tess put down the phone and took a last sip of coffee. She stood and then walked out of view of the camera.

An hour had passed according to the camera’s clock and Tess reemerged. The transformation from a sleepy woman in a comfortable, but frumpy robe, into a sex-goddess was amazing. Tess could have graced the cover of any men’s magazine. Bountiful blonde tresses that fell in curves and waves to her hips framed her curvaceous body. A lacy white half-bra supported her heavy breasts. A satin cincher, that matched her bra, hugged her hips. Garters held up matching thigh high hose that covered her long, shapely legs and, to complete her captivating outfit, white, five-inch mules graced her feet. She was carrying a thick, white silken rope.

There was a knock and Tess went to the back door to unlock it. She stepped back as the door opened and a handsome man in a business suit slipped in. He locked the door and turned. The man put his hands on his hips, he shook his head as he said, “My God, Tess, you are unbelievably gorgeous.”

Tess walked up to the man and wrapped the rope around his neck. She pulled his face to hers and said with a thin smile, “Thanks Jeff, now get undressed.”

Jeff disappeared from view. Tess went into the living room and loaded a cassette into a VCR that rested on the television; she hit the play button. Moans and groans and lots of words that you never hear on network television came from the TV. Clearly, it was a porn tape. Tess watched as she ran her hands alternately across her breasts and pussy.

In a minute Jeff came back into the room. He was an Adonis next to Tess’ husband, Sam. He wasn’t a very big man, but Jeff was all smooth muscle with chiseled good looks and perfect hair and a gleaming smile. But Tess couldn’t be bothered to turn her attention away from the TV to admire his form. Without looking at Jeff she said, “Get me a chair.”

“Yes, Tess,” Jeff said eagerly. He scampered across the room and fetched back a heavy looking dining room chair.

Tess sat on the chair like a queen taking her throne. She flicked the rope across Jeff’s abdomen and said, “Down.” The rope was too heavy and soft to do much more than caress his skin, nonetheless Jeff dropped to the floor as if he were shot. She pointed to the screen and sneered, “Why isn’t your dick as big as his?” she said, referring to a well- endowed male actor on the tape.

Jeff glanced at the actor and then looked up to Tess, “But Tess, he…”

The rope thudded softly onto his back. “How dare you look at me?” Jeff’s face hit the floor. “Now come here, I will allow you to pleasure me.” Jeff crawled between her legs as Tess scooted down in her chair. She spread her legs and rested one foot on Jeff’s back. “You may begin,” she said.

Jeff began to tongue and kiss his way from Tess’ ankle to the exposed skin of her silky smooth thigh above her stocking. Eventually, his tongue touched and then parted the engorged lips of her shaved pussy. “Oh yes,” moaned Tess, finally showing some sexual emotion. “Fuck my pussy with your tongue.” He pushed his tongue as far into her dripping pussy as he could while his lips and even his nose rubbed and banged into her clit. Jeff’s head bobbed back and forth faster and faster. Finally Tess threw her head back and hissed, “Yes, yes…oh yes,” as her pussy clenched and pulled at Jeff’s plunging tongue.

After nearly a minute of orgasm, Tess’ head lolled forward. As her eyes focused again, she slapped her rope across Jeff’s shoulders. “Enough,” she said roughly, and he immediately jumped back and buried his face on the floor once more. Tess stood and shook her hair back into place. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her breasts. “Now I suppose you want to fuck me?” she said as if he were an ungrateful menial who was asking way too much for services rendered.

“Yes, please,” came Jeff’s muffled voice from the floor.

“Get in the chair then,” she said, and Jeff hustled to comply. “Assume the position,” snapped Tess. Jeff pushed his heels against the front legs of the chair and clasped his hands behind the chair’s back. Tess took her rope and loosely tied one of Jeff’s ankles to the chair leg. Then she ran the rope around the back of the chair and looped it several times around his wrists. To finish off her soft bondage, she tied another loose knot around his other ankle and chair leg.

Tess straddled Jeff’s thighs and thrust her bosom into his face. Jeff eagerly tongued and kissed and tried his best to engulf her huge breasts with his lips. He dove into her cleavage, and then worked his head about furiously until he pulled back with one end of the front clasp of her bra in his teeth. He tossed his head sideways, and Tess’ breasts burst free. Even without the bra’s support, her heavy breasts stood out firm and proudly. Jeff renewed his attack on her tits, but this time he had her stiff nipples to assault with tongue and lips.

All this time, Tess’ pussy had brushed and nudged and played with Jeff’s cock until its head was a bright red knob bathed in pre-cum. Tess reached down and guided the throbbing rod into her pussy and then lifted her legs onto Jeff’s thighs. Now her entire weight rested on his hips and legs.

Jeff heaved and rolled and hunched, but it was clear that he had to move the weight of both their bodies in order to stir his cock a fraction of an inch. Not to mention that he could hardly breathe because his face was buried in Tess’ tits. Sweat broke out on Jeff’s neck and back and then ran down his heaving torso. Above Jeff’s head, Tess’ face contorted in an almost continuous orgasm. But she never made a sound. Apparently, he wasn’t to know how much pleasure he was giving her.

Jeff strained and gasped for minute after agonizing minute. His muscles quivered and ached as he sought release. His primal urge for sex drove him on through the pain until his thrusting body abruptly went into a spastic twitching and Jeff screamed, “Gahhhhhh…ohhhhh God,” as a trickle of cum ran out of Tess’ pussy and across his balls. His straining body collapsed, exhausted after his balls emptied.

Tess lightly jumped off his spent body and refastened her bra, shoving her tits into place. She looked just as fresh as she had when she’d first answered the door for Jeff. She whipped off his bonds and said, “Put that chair back and be sure that you clean it first.” Jeff, who was still heaving for breath, could only nod. “You may use the guest bathroom and then let yourself out. It’s not necessary to say good-bye.”

Jeff stopped his gasping long enough to say, “Yes, Tess.” The picture faded to black.

Puss and Max reappeared amidst applause and murmuring from the audience. “Well, well I guess her husband, Sam, was right,” said Max.

“Yes,” agreed Puss. “Quite a wakeup call for him.”

“Or a great opportunity,” said Max.

“So you think that he should cater to her fetish?” asked Puss.

Max smiled, “I’d do a lot for a woman who looked like that.”

“Yeah,” said Puss sarcastically. “I’d like to give you some of that action.”

“Oh?” said Max. He straightened his tie and rocked back fort from heel to toe. “I didn’t know that you thought of me that way.”

“I meant the part about whipping you into submission.”

“Oh,” said Max, looking very disappointed. The audience broke into laughter and he brightened up. “OK, folks, we’ll be back with our guests after this commercial break.

A collage of men in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy flowed across the screen. An announcer’s voice spoke over the pictures. “Men, we all love orgasms – the bigger, the better, right? And what makes for a bigger and better orgasm? Well, one thing is the amount of ejaculate.

There’s nothing like the feel of great streams of cum swelling our dicks and then spurting in satisfying relief.” The screen switched to a view of the announcer, who was standing behind a low counter upon which was a display of various medical packaging. “How do you increase your ejaculate? Modern medical science has the answer.” He swept his hand over the packages. “Yes, now we men have Jizaliter, a mixture of natural herbs and plant extracts that will make any man erupt like a volcano. Only one capsule a day does the trick.” There was a sudden close-up of the announcer’s face, he smiled widely and said, “Hard to believe? Hey, let’s see Jizaliter in action.”

The scene shifted to show a middleclass living room as shot from a handheld camera. “We’re in the home of a typical Jizaliter user,” continued the announcer. The camera moved through the living room into a den, where a high backed office chair sat in front of a computer desk. The chair turned ninety degrees to reveal a totally nude, well-built young man, who was slowly stroking an outsized, fully erect cock.

“Hi there,” said the young man into the camera, “my name is Timmy and I’m here to tell you about Jizaliter.”

“Well, well Timmy,” said the announcer, “that’s quite a body you’ve got there.”

“Thanks, I’m a professional trainer, it sort of comes with the job.”

“I bet that huge boner doesn’t come with the job,” the announcer chuckled. “Now tell us, Timmy, why do you use Jizaliter?”

“Hey, you know, I got this big dick, but when my girlfriends used to jerk me off, out would cum just two or three little globs of stuff. It was embarrassing. So when I read about this all natural, miracle supplement, I figured what the heck, I’ll give it a try.”

“I see,” said the announcer. “Now, before you give us a demonstration of the remarkable power of Jizaliter, let’s do the disclaimer. You haven’t been saving yourself for a week, or anything like that, in anticipation of this show?”

“Oh, heck no,” denied Timmy. “If I don’t cum everyday, I feel like I’m going to bust a nut.”

The announcer chuckled once more, “I guess we’re ready to go then. I see that you’re reading something from the Internet in order to help stimulate yourself. Mind telling us what it is?”

Timmy gestured to his computer monitor, “Yeah, there’s this broad on here that writes real sexy stories. She gives me an aching hard-on every time.”

“What’s the author’s name?”

“Uh…it’s Leather or Feather something…maybe Featherfan…something like that. Uh…whatever, she’s a guaranteed gusher.”

“OK, it sounds as if she should do the trick for you today.” said the announcer. “Why don’t you go ahead with the demonstration?”

Timmy nodded, and turned his attention to his computer and began to seriously masturbate. The television picture faded to black and then came back full strength to show a passage of time. Now, Timmy was jerking his cock furiously, his eyes we’re glazed and his mouth hung open. It was apparent that he was close to his orgasm.

Suddenly, he grabbed a navy blue towel and held it across his chest. Jimmy moaned and a blast of white cum shot out of his cock and landed on his chin. The next explosion went clear over his shoulder and hit with an audible splat on the back of his chair. Finally, Timmy got his surging cock under control and his cum began to land on the towel. By the time he was finished, there were a dozen thick streams of jism slowly soaking into the towel.

“That’s amazing, simply amazing,” said the announcer, with awe in his voice. “Thank you so much, Timmy.” Timmy waved weakly at the camera. “Proof positive, men. If you want to have orgasms like Timmy here, then get a supply of Jizaliter today.”

As the camera showed an array of Jizaliter packages, the announcer’s now lowered voice droned on. “When using Jizaliter, it may be necessary to drastically increase your number of orgasms. The makers of Jizaliter can not be held responsible for burst or ruptured testes, nor stains on your clothing and ceiling.”

“And we’re back,” said Max. “Our live guests on today’s show were recently on one of our sister shows, ‘Fucking for Dollars’.”

“They were complete strangers, until they met on that show,” added Puss.

“Yeah, but they didn’t remain strangers for long,” said Max. “Their hot sex on that show earned them a hundred thousand dollars. Now let’s welcome them to our show. Here are Jack and Brigit.”

Jack and Brigit appeared from the curtains behind Max and Puss. Jack was in his business attire once again, but Brigit was looking more like a young lady than a wannabe schoolgirl. She was wearing a maroon sweater set above navy slacks and black pumps. A bit of gold jewelry adorned her ears and neck. Max introduced everyone and they all sat.

“Brigit, why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself?” asked Max.

“OK,” said Brigit, brightly. “I was raised by mother in Nevada. I have a younger brother and sister. I’ve always wanted to be an actress. My mother wanted me to go to college at UNLV, but I figured, why not go to L.A., that’s where the action is.”

Jack, when asked, revealed that he had lived his entire life in California. He’d married right out of college, but his wife had left him shortly after the birth of their twins, whom she took with her, along with an older daughter.

The interview went on with Puss showing excerpts from Jack and Brigit’s sexual encounter. The audience laughed when Max did a sports announcers version of their exploits. “Goalllllll…” he cried, as cum gushed out of Jack’s cock.

“OK,” said Max, now more serious. He looked at Jack and Brigit. “You know that we don’t call this show ‘Ambush Sex’ for nothing. Our crack staff has found someone that you two have in common.” Jack and Brigit looked at each other and shrugged. “Let’s bring her out,” called out Max.

The curtains behind the seated couples opened to reveal a plump, middle-age woman in a severe, gray skirt and jacket. Her grim countenance matched her suit.

“Helen!” cried out Jack.

“Oh no,” moaned Brigit.

Jack and Brigit turned to each other. “Do you know her?” they said in unison.

As Helen took her seat, Puss said, “Yes, this is Jack’s estranged former wife and Brigit’s mother. Helen Leffsennahuff. And we know what that means, don’t we? Jack and Brigit are actually father and daughter!”

As the audience tittered and murmured Helen jumped right in, “Jack, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, you’ve been committing incest with your daughter on national television.”

Jack looked as if he’d been slapped. “How was I supposed to know?” he roared. “You left and I never saw you or the kids again.” He held out his hands in supplication to the audience, “I sent support checks to a lawyer. I tried to find my children, but it was impossible.” The mood of the audience seemed to turn in Jack’s favor. He gestured at Brigit, who was sitting rigidly in her chair, with a stunned expression on her face, “How was I supposed to know that she’s my daughter?”

“You dumb-ass,” hissed Helen. “You knew that your daughter’s name was Brigit, and she looks just like you.”

Jack growled at his ex-wife, “Well, there must be a million Brigits in the world, and if she’s supposed to look like me, then all I can say is: at least she doesn’t look like you.”

The rhetoric between Jack and Helen went downhill from there. After they’d turned the world blue with insults and accusations, Max went into the audience and sought out their, the audience members, opinions. They seemed to be equally divided between – she’s right, he’s right and can you call it incest if you don’t know that you’re boinking a relative?

Back on the stage, after the audience segment, Puss took charge. “Helen,” she said, “you have two other children by Jack, don’t you?”

“Yes, I have twins who are eighteen months younger than Brigit.”

“And what are their names, if I may ask?” said Puss.

“Peter and Jane,” she replied, “and they are the nicest children in the world. Absolutely devoted to one another, and not the least bit willful, like their sister.” She glared at Brigit, who still looked stiff with shock.

Puss said, “Peter and Jane are in our green room right now. Why don’t we bring them out and see what they think of this situation?” Puss cocked her head and put her hand to her ear. She said, “Wait a second, our director is telling me, through my earpiece, that we have something of interest to show our viewers. OK…OK…let’s roll tape first and see what’s happened.”

The picture changed to show a young man and woman sitting on a couch. They were both staring, wide-eyed, at a television. Puss narrated over the picture, “This is our green room, where our guests wait until they’re needed. This is Peter and Jane, Helen and Jack’s twins. I’ll be quite now, so you can hear what they’re saying.”

Peter turned to his sister and said, “This Porn-Channel is awesome. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it.” His sister couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen. She acknowledged him by nodding and smiling. Peter arose from the couch and passed out of camera range. He was gone only a second though, and when he came back he walked up to his sister, unzipped his pants and pulled out a very erect penis.”

Jane glanced at her brother as if this happened everyday and said, “Now?”

“Oh come on, you love to do it in public places,” said Peter as he waggled his cock in her face. “I locked the door.”

Jane didn’t reply but she scooted to the edge of the couch, pulled Peter’s peter perpendicular and penned it with her pursed lips. Her cheeks hollowed and filled as she enthusiastically sucked her brother’s cock.

Peter put his hands on his hips and closed his eyes. His back and neck arched backwards and in less than a minute his hips were shaking and he was making little gasping noises as he shot off in his sister’s mouth. He pulled his softening cock from Jane’s lips and neatly folded it back in his pants. “MMMM… a quickie, but a goodie, Sis. Do you want me to do you?”

Jane chewed on a fingernail in indecision for second and then said, “Yeah.”

Peter glanced around the room, “How?” he asked.

Jane jumped up and said, “Lay down with your head on the arm.”

Peter looked confused and then he realized what she wanted. He lay on the couch with his head arching back over the couch’s arm. Jane faced away from her bother. She pulled up her tight skirt until it was bunched around her waist, and then she pulled her pantyhose down to her knees. She took a half step back and her pussy docked smartly with Peter’s eager mouth. Jane rotated her clit around his lips and tongue so vigorously that it took her only a couple of minutes to cum. She quietly squeaked, “Ohhhhheeeeee…” as her whole body vibrated on Peter’s tongue.

As Jane put her clothes back into place, Peter unlocked the door and then they both nonchalantly resumed their places on the couch. They’d gone from zero to two orgasms in less than five minutes, and they’d certainly left the impression that it was something they did frequently.

Back on the stage Max and Puss were standing in front of some horrified guests. Max smugly said, “Hey, we take ’em where we find ’em, folks.”

“Unfortunately, we’re out of time for this show,” Puss interjected. “Be sure to join us next time on ‘Ambush Sex’.”

“That’s right,” said Max as he pointed into the camera. “Be careful, because next time you may be the victim of an ambush. Goodnight everyone.”

**

Bob and Edna were on the couch snoring peacefully. They hadn’t waited for the bedroom. Bob’s cock hung limply from his pants, a cum stain spread from the tip of his flaccid member. Edna spooned against her husband. She was wearing nothing but Bob’s jacket around her shoulders and her hose.

**

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