All for the millions

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"Hello and welcome to All for the Millions! I'm your host, Jared Miller! Today, competing for our cumulative jackpot of 100 million dollars are Joe and Katie, Xander and Sara, and Trevor and Claudette. These couples have signed their wavers and are hot and ready to start the competition. As always, our male competitors must engage in various sexual activities with the women to identify which one is their mate. The men are blindfolded and fitted with sound-proof ear plugs which will prevent them from cheating. To confuse it even more, we add in two of our sex-dolls into the process! All competitors must submit to a health examination and blood tests before qualifying. Are we ready to play All for the Millions?!"

The sound engineer cued the recorded cheering audio, shifting carefully under his desk. The blonde one was hot today.

"Aaaaaalright! Let's meet today's competitors!" Jared announced, flicking his dramatic glance over to Joe and Katie. Joe was a young, attractive, but average looking male with a clean mat of brown hair, and green eyes. The girl next to him was a thin, tiny framed young blonde, with baby blue eyes. "Joe is an 18 year old high school student who holds a part time job in a mechanics shop, as well as is a drummer in a local garage band. His strategy is knowing the insides of his girlfriend like the back of his hand. His 18 year old girl friend, Katie, is a high school drop out, hoping to make a career in the porn industry. Oooh, wonderful score, Joe!" the sound engineer, Stan, rolled his eyes. The blonde was NOT 18, she barely looked 15, though the boy was not much older. Though, he couldn't prove it. "Next, we have Xander and Sara!" Jared flicked his head to the couple beside them. Xander had shoulder length black hair, and black eyes. He was a chiseled young first nations boy. The female beside him, Sara, had impossibly long brown hair, and chocolate eyes. She was Hispanic. "Xander is a 24 year old factory worker working at getting his diesel mechanic's license with intentions of opening his own boat repair shop. His strategy is his longevity and ability to concentrate while experiencing pleasure. His wife, 26 year old Sara, is a Nurse. Hellooooooo nurse!" Stan wished he could meet a few of the women after the show and enjoy them. One would think he would get the joy of that in this job, but so far, he hadn't had luck. Of course, this was only the 12th recording of the series. Maybe he'd have his luck yet. "And finally," Jared spoke, casting his attention dramatically over to Trevor and Claudette. Trevor was a crew-cut dirty blonde with blue hair, and had an average frame - for a naval officer. His wife was a young black-haired girl with green eyes, and was clearly a French woman. "Trevor is a 35 year old Naval officer who wants to be able to quit working. His strategy is simple; fuck, guess, and pray. His wife, 19 year old Claudette, is a housewife. Keeping her safe, huh? Alright, now that you've met the competitors, we will take a commercial break for them to strip down and get ready for the competition!"

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Jared sighed and shook his head as assistants flooded the stage.

"Water, I need water! These fucking lights are melting my flesh right off my goddamn bones." he growled as he turned his back to the annoying lights, running a hand atop his way-too-gelled black hair. A female in a short skirt stepped up to him with a popular brand of water, which was snapped up by the eager host. Nearby, the other assistants were hurrying the competitors along with their stripping before scurrying off stage, water and clothes in hand, just in time for the countdown to start.

"5, 4, 3, 2...." announced a cameraman.

"Aaaaand we're back!" Jared announced, putting on his 'game show host' face. "Our first round is the head round. All teams start with 10 points. The men will be given 30 seconds of blow job from each of the five women in the queue, and will guess which of the five women were their woman by hand signaling the number they appeared. All of the women will be required to perform it as they were taught to backstage for our pre-testing. As you can see, the men are being secured to their chairs by our staff at leg, waist, and hands, to prevent the temptation of thrusting or grabbing. When the buzzer sounds, the women shift one cock to the right, until all five women have blown all three men. Then they vote, and each wrong answer docks 2 points from your total. On the clock in -" he began, letting the women line up behind the first woman, whom happened to be one of the staff members thrown in for confusion. She was thin, curvy, and had curly blond hair. "- 5, 4, 3, 2..." Stan cued the buzzer to announce the start as his poor strained cock stood at attention. He wished he was on that stage in place of any one of the men.

The curly haired blonde placed her mouth on the head of the first man's hard on; this one belonged to Joe. He let out a faint, manly groan as the hot mouth took in almost half of his length before moving up and down it a few times. Before he knew it, the buzzer had gone, and the hot mouth was gone. It didn't take long for a second mouth to latch on again, and this time, the mouth took just over half of him within her, as her tongue slid across the member delicately. He groaned again, but his groan was overtaken by one from the man next to him. It had only lasted too short a time as the buzzer went again, and both men were assaulted cold air, then once again, a warm, hot mouth. Joe had lost track of what woman was which and what he was even there for, when the fourth mouth attacked him. Xander beside him seemed no better, but something was a bit more controlled about the moans. Probably his age. The third guy, Trevor, was panting with gentle groans as he strained against his restraints. He wanted nothing more than to grab that head and slam his cock into it, over and over, until he released in that sexy, hot, skilled mouth. He knew this had to be his girl; she was too good not to be.

Before long, all three guys had been serviced, and one had even gotten off; the youngest, Joe.

"Alright gentlemen; who's your lady?" Jared asked, as one of their hands each were released by assistants. Joe tentatively held up a 2, while both of the other ones held up a 1. "We have two votes for number one! Sorry boys, but all three of you are wrong! Oooooh sorry; better luck in the next round after a word from our sponsors!"

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AN: Well, is it a good idea? Shall I keep it going? Do you like the idea? Let me know what you think!