Whose Cock Is It?

WHOSE COCK IS IT? - Part 2

The dungeon studio air conditioning felt a little cold on my skin and it made my nipples appear stiffly hard. I stood silently beside the hole in the stage wall. A six inch long cock hung limply through the hole in readiness for the game to begin. As always, I felt a mix of dread, thingly excitement and uncertainty about whether I was supposed to smile at the cameras while you introduced me and the game to the web-viewing audience. Once you finished speaking, a bell sounded for me to begin.

I reached for the cock and started to slowly masturbate it while getting down onto my knees. It immediately started to swell in my hand the moment I slipped my mouth onto its head. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a cameraman move in beside me to flim in close up as I started to suck the anonymous cock. The distraction of him standing beside me, filming me with a cock in my mouth, caused my head to reel with thoughts. It took a full thirty seconds or so to concentrate on the identity of the cock's owner.

The only clue I had was it was a man, possibly older if the slightly gray pubic hair I could see through the hole was any indication. His cock by now was fully hard and solid in my hands. It wasn't much larger than the original six inches it was when it was flaccid and had no distinguishing marks aside from it being circumsized. A bell sounded. I quietly slurped my lips free of the now-glistening cock and looked back over my shoulder at you. The camera remained close in my face as I asked, "Is he older than me?"

"Yes," you replied.

I didn't have any idea who he might be or if he was months or even years older. The blank expression on my face surely said it all so I resumed sucking the cock. Amplified sounds of a clock ticking momentarily distracted me again and made me acutely aware of how little time I had to formulate the next question. "He's older," I said to myself. "Older and..."

My mind went blank. There was a slipperiness now to the eye of the cock when I touched it with the tip of my tongue. For a moment I feared he might suddenly cum and so I shifted my attention to his shaft. Every time I opened my eyes I was forced to stare straight into the lens of the camera. I turned back to face the wall and bobbed my head on the thick, hard cock. The bell sounded again. I looked back at you and thought for a moment. "Is it...is he a neighbor?"

I immediately cursed myself. I'd meant to ask, "Does he live near me?" and was thinking of a man named Ron from the club who lived a block away.

"No," you intoned in response.

As I climbed to my feet my thoughts remained on Ron. I'd seen his cock once when he fucked his wife at the club. But I couldn't quite remember exactly what it looked like because the club wasn't brightly lit and I only glanced from a distance. "It could be," I thought as I backed up and bent over to take the cock in my pussy.

It took about thirty seconds before my juices were sufficient to lubricate the thick cock. The cameraman moved to crouch down in front of me - the camera lens capturing both the flushed expression on my face and cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. I gripped my knees with my hands and gently rocked backwards and forwards to fuck myself on the cock. My thoughts drifted again onto the length of the cock. When my butt cheeks were flat against the wall, I calculated I had seven inches of it inside me. The wall was about an inch thick which would make the cock eight inches in total. The sudden sound of the bell instantly erased the fuzzy memory I'd almost conjured of Ron's cock.

I looked up over the cameraman and asked, "Is it somebody from the club?"

You stared at a card in your hand and scanned the details written on it. Your lips curled up slightly into a faint smile and you paused for dramatic effect. "Yes," you finally said, almost smirking.

I felt vaguely encouraged by your response and thought about the possibility it might be Ron. All things considered, it wasn't too embarrassing a thought to think it was Ron. He was an easy going swinger in his fifties and we'd often chatted at parties. I fucked his cock slowly and even moaned softly as I enjoyed the sensations of his cock inside me. I found myself counting the ticks of the studio clock and the bell rang when I counted eleven. "Is it Ron?" I asked hopefully.

A buzzer sounded loudly. The shock of it caused my pussy to spasm around the cock and the solemn tone of your voice saying, "No," made me shiver.

I resumed fucking the cock in the wall, slowly at first and then faster as I became frustrated at not being able to think straight. It felt like only a few seconds had passed before the bell rang again. "Somebody from the club!" a voice in my head screamed. "Somebody older!"

There were dozens of older men at the club and I had no idea how to ask for a clue without making a wild guess. "Does he have gray hair?" I asked after not being able to think of anything else.

"Yes," you replied.

It didn't narrow it down for me at all and in fact, it sort of made it worse because I couldn't remember the names of all the older men I'd seen at the club. Throughout the next minute all I could think of was, if I can't guess correctly at the next bell, I'm going to have to start fucking this cock with my ass. I started to ride the cock hard and fast, partly in an attempt to simply make it cum and end my suspense. But no such luck. The bell rang and I asked, "Is it Mike?"

You studied the card for a moment and then looked directly at me. "Mike who?"

The only other name I knew for the Mike I was thinking of was his online nickname. "Master Sully: that Mike?"

"No," you smirked after the buzzer sounded for a second time.

I inched my pussy off of Mike's glistening cock. An assistant approached and squirted lubricant into my hands. I smeared some into the crack of my ass and gently fingered it around my anus while the remainder was massaged onto Mike's cock. The cameraman stood to the side and zoomed in on my ass as I lined it up to fuck myself. I reached back took hold of the cock to seat its tip against my anus. Gently, I rocked back onto it.

It took almost all of the next minute just to get a couple of inches of the cock in my ass. I'd barely had any time to think before the bell rang again. I couldn't think of any other Mike at the club so guessing wasn't an option. I had to ask for another clue but what? "Does he have gray hair?" I asked too quickly, forgetting I'd already asked that question.

"Yes," you laughed.

I blushed deeply at my foolish mistake and slowly resumed fucking the cock with my ass. It felt hugely thick in my ass and there seemed to be no end to its length. Everytime I rocked back a little harder, there was another inch to take. When the bell rang again I felt like I had most of it in my ass, but my butt cheeks still weren't touching the wall. My mind was a complete blank and filled with nothing but the thought of how huge his cock felt and how my anal sphincter muscles throbbed around it. "Is he a big man?" I gasped softly.

You chuckled, looked at your card and thought for a moment. "Yes," you finally grinned.

I groaned and realized I hadn't asked the question properly. I wanted to know whether he was a tall, heavy-set man as the only other man at the club I could think of whose name might be Mike was tall and heavy-set. The frustration caused me to fuck the cock harder and faster in my ass. My butt cheeks finally slapped against the wall and I pressed back as hard as I could to be sure I finally had all of the cock in my ass. The bell rang and I stood there breathlessly for a moment before asking, "Is he a tall, heavy-set man?"

"No," you replied with a smile.

I had no idea who this Mike with gray hair from the club might be and resigned to losing. The only reprieve I felt I could get was if I could make him cum in the next minute. To this end, I fucked my ass slowly on the entire length of his cock. It felt like the longest minute of the game. By the time the bell rang my ass felt like it was on fire and he didn't cum until a moment after the bell. He continued to cum as I tried to withdraw his cock as painlessly as possible. One final spurt shot from the eye of his cock just as I broke free from it and the camera captured it shooting with a splat against my burning, leaking anus.

"So, Ingrid, do you have an answer for us? Whose cock is it?"

I glanced down at the anonymous cock poking through the hole. It had now started to soften but I had no idea who it belonged to. "I don't know," I sheepishly said.

"Well then, would you like to know whose cock you've just sucked and fucked? Do you want to know who won the prize to act out their fantasies on you later?"

I nodded to each successive question. "Yes," I mumbled.

"Ingrid, we were sure you would have guessed this. It's Mike Shaw, the tennis pro at your country club!"

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