Foreign Objects

I have mixed feelings about web cams. As for online sex itself, it helped me overcome my terminal shyness and propelled me into the real world of things sexual—but cams can lead to trouble.

I sat down at my computer with all my usual supplies: lube, paper towels, and condoms. So far, so good. I lived out in the country and used a dial up connection. This meant no phone calls to interrupt my sexual pursuits. I logged on as usual on and spotted one of my regular chat partners. She was barely twenty and very horny with curves that drove me crazy—in the photos she sent me, that is.

She lived close enough to drive many a cock pumping fantasy, but far enough away to make me doubt we would ever meet.

She messaged me seconds after I logged on. "Hey, how's it going?"

"Fine. How are you?"

"Good. Want to play a game?"

"Sure. You pick."

"Do you play backgammon?"

"Ok."

I had just barely learned to play. We'd played a few games when she sent me some pictures. My cock rose to attention and throbbed. The photos she sent were from online sites, but some were of her and her friends. I sat masturbating while looking at all the pantyhose, stockings, and panty-wearing beauties—some engaged in sex acts of all description. Her cam request popped up on the screen. "Hey, you hard?"

"Very."

"Show me? Cam?"

I saw her on cam for the first time. Her thick cleavage juddered; her arm flexed—she was busy stroking down under the table, out of sight. My cock head flared obscenely.

"Okay. It might take awhile." I fumbled around setting up my brand new camera while stroking my cock. I hit 'send cam invite'. She smiled and nodded.

She sat back and pushed her tits together. "Show me? Stand up."

I stood up while watching her reaction to my tenting underpants. She smiled and typed, "Lower your shorts. Show cock."

I did. She leaned in and licked her lips. "Very nice. I wish I was there right now. Jack it. Show me how you'd fuck me."

The session ended with me shooting a massive white gusher while staring into her pink canal. It was my hottest orgasm ever.

We went on being chat friends with mutual masturbation cam sessions, but nothing ever matched the excitement of that first time. I lost touch with her, but continued chasing the thrill of my initiation.

One day I experimented with multiple cam action. A cute Asian girl got me hooked on watching her strip tease. She informed me her boyfriend wanted to watch me jack off to her naked body. I agreed—I always refused to expose myself to men online , but what the heck, I was too horny to stop.

When it was all over, her boyfriend messaged me, "Can we talk? I'm not gay or a criminal."

"Sure." He told me about an adult game show in Japan. He tried out for it but they had a minimum cock size requirement. He asked my measurements. Thinking it was all a big joke, I told him—I qualified— and he wasn't joking.

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It was my first time on a plane. When I got on, I said, "These must me the kiddies seats. What the f___?" The flight was long and uneventful.

I looked around the airport wondering who else had come to Japan for the game show. I had a hotel shuttle ticket sticking out of my shirt pocket—I caught a leggy young lady peering at it—she laughed and showed me hers. We learned how it would be a while before the bus would come, so we ordered drinks. Her name was Ashley.

"So, Frank, did they recruit you online too?" We were both prematurely tipsy and travel weary.

"Yeah. That's how I ended up here."

I got so hard watching her pretty lips and tongue on her drinking straw. My cock stretched out my underpants' leg elastic, broke free, brushed my inner thigh. It throbbed while she talked.

"Kinda weird though. I heard all us show members are white. Geez, reverse-racist much?"

"Now Ashley. Not white. It's Caucasian."

"Oh men, always on about their cocks!" she laughed. I didn't laugh—her generous, jiggling blouseful of titty flesh commanded my attention. "Hey Frank! Frank! My face is up here."

"Oh. Sorry. What was I thinking?"

She laughed some more—and what a laugh—it went from low to high and back again, very unique indeed. She crossed her legs; I did the same; I winced, having leg-clamped my erection. Tilting her head, searching my face, she asked, "Frank?" Her big green eyes widened over my shoulder. All us show people were waved towards the exit line.

The hotel shuttle pulled up to the curb. I was disappointed when Ashley was ushered to the back of the bus. I sat up front with the other men, exchanging sheepish glances, cracking dry jokes.

The segregation didn't end there either—it was separate and chaperoned hotel floors for each gender. I slept in a room with five other men that night. I tucked my sheets in extra tight, just to be on the safe side.

The show managers rounded us up early in the morning. They herded us down to a meeting room where we watched a training film with questions and answers to follow. I sat beside my roommate Rick, or so said his nametag. He spoke good English, as did most present. They called us to attention.

"People! People!" We were all ears. "Good. Watch screen. No talking. Thank you much."

Apparently, the rules we all read online no longer applied. Originally, it was to be a simple game of women matching the faces to the genitals with stripping. The audience had to vote. The new plan was for the men to stand hidden behind a wall with their erections sticking out through holes. Either to the left or the right of the real erection was a realistic dildo. They zoomed right in showing details of clear fluid dripping from the cock slit. Huge pushbuttons were positioned above each cock.

"Ahso! Honorable leverse grory hole!" bowed the guy behind me.

The show stopped. "Out!" I never saw him again. And then there were twelve.

The show resumed. The scene changed to lingerie-clad ladies running in blindfolded, hands tied behind their backs. They had helpers direct them to each testing station. These were aligned in two rows that faced each other. The object telling real cocks from fakes. We gathered by the company logo placements that the sponsors were the makers of these products.

We all fidgeted, gasped as we watched the girls drop to their knees, seeking hard cocks and orally judging whatever juts out. They were rough and quick about it, as it was a race-a timed event. The girls slapped the pushbutton under the real cocks to show their choice.

The finalists moved on to round two. They lined up, again blindfolded to where real and fake cocks stuck up through pommel horse-like structures. They were not allowed to use their hands—they had to rely on their vaginal sensitivities. The prerecorded crowd cheered them on; we were dead silent. As a finale, the winners bent the losers over and screwed them with strap-on dildos in front of the crowd. Wow, how the rules had changed.

The screen went blank. The manager pushed up his spectacles, looked at the ceiling, asked us a deadpan, "Any questions?" I for one, was too hard to answer. We were allowed to leave at a time of our own choosing. A few questioned the legalities; a few wanted out. We were directed to the fine print in our signed contracts and to our hefty pay raises. All stayed. I couldn't help but wonder how Ashley took the news.

Rick and myself turned to see a flock of blushing ladies leave the elevator and rush past our meeting room. I caught Ashley's eye and waved. She looked away. I stood out in the hallway; the scent of female arousal surged clear cock juice all the way out of its solid head.

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The inspection station was next on the agenda. Masked Japanese women waited in the stage booths with tight lab coats and mini skirts. Their legs were long and nice, accented perfectly with thigh length stockings and high heel shoes. Autoerotic reading and viewing materials were offered but unnecessary. Something about their clinical detachment, their eyes aloof behind glasses, their cute little knees flexing during the exam—it worked for me. Everyone passed the tape measure test.

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We were instructed to shower before proceeding to the stage area, with special instructions to clean every part very thoroughly. I avoided looking at anyone while showering, but caught many a fleeting glimpse of erect meat.

On with the Show!

I neared my assigned cubicle, wearing only a short bathrobe. A Japanese woman waved me in impatiently. She was one of the same from the day before, with the same mask and sexy outfit. I looked at her radio mike and headset with curiosity.

She untied my robe, tossed it over the back wall and pointed at my swinging cock. "Must get hard!"

I grinned. She shook her head, her eyes tightened at their corners. "Hurry sir!" She stamped her foot and turned around. Bent at the waist, she lifted her dress to reveal her smooth round haunches. That was all I needed to see.

"Okay. I'm ready." She held me around the middle, urged me towards the hole in the wall taking tiny deliberate steps. My cock stuck out and I was ready for business.

A general hullabaloo of cheers roared from the crowd. I heard English banter doubled with more in Japanese. "What the hell am I doing here?" I took a step backward.

"No! Stay hard!" Little Miss Cocknurse snapped on a pair rubber gloves and removed her mask before pinning me against the wall. Her pert titties pushed into my back. She slipped her knee in between my legs and lifted. I groaned in ecstasy. As if I needed more, she pulled herself up to lick my earlobe. I was so beyond erect, and right on time.

"Contestant Number One and Two! Are You Ready!"

I kept my eyes closed, concentrating on staying still and hard. Quick footfalls announced my first cock licker. My Japanese woman massaged my back. I suppressed a moan—something touched me, feathery hair? No, eyelashes fluttered against my naked cock. Ah! The creamy lips of a stranger flowed around my raging man-meat Her lips popped, releasing my glans from engulfment. I rebounded from her slamming the pushbutton. Then cheering, bells ringing, then nothing. Whew.

The second set of girls lined up.

"Three and Four! Are You Ready!"

I pressed up tight to the wall, turned my head and smiled; my ass cheeks vibrated with anticipation. The wall section beside me swayed back and forth—Slam! She smacked the button. Contestant Two knew a fake cock when she sucked it.

Damn. My cock drooped; a voice yammered from Miss Japan's headset. She responded immediately. "Hard! Here!" I must help."

"It's okay, I can__Ah!" There was nothing more to say; I never had the pleasure of a rimming before. She rolled my balls in her hands as she probed my bud with her tongue. Wet circles of sweetness, insisting, darting in and out, balls cradled, balls squeezed. A tingle started, toes curling—rich sensations gathered, overwhelmed containment.

Oh no. "I bounced on my heels. "Stop! Thank you but please stop." I clenched and wrestled myself internally. It took all I had to stop my cream from spurting.

I stood shaking under the watchful eye of my cock nurse. She'd replaced her mask and stood with her hands on her hips. She reached out, made a strict 'turn around' motion. I obeyed. My cock tensed painfully, my uptight balls trembled.

"Number Five and Six! The Final Round! Are You Ready!"

A girl rushed to my booth. My Japanese woman held my buttocks, slid a thumb over my asshole. The girl's face collided with my cock, drove it straight back. She sucked onto it—her tongue delved into my cock slit.

Oh! Miss Japanese plunged her thumb all the way in and made a circle inside. Oh fuck! My cream burst out, I jismed hard and full. I slapped the wall; the girl slapped the button, her mouth closed but slack around my cock. Bells went off. Her repetitive swallowing motions were obvious.

"Winner! All Winners proceed to the next Station!"

The girl pulled off me with a loud slurp. I heard her laugh, high turning to low and back again. Ashley was off to the next round—off to do some serious cock humping and guessing for prizes.

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We kept in touch after landing back in the States. I never told anyone exactly how she won her new Lexus and she never told about my 'quick draw' performance. Last week we went on our third date. Back at her place, I lowered my face into her gleaming pink, nuzzled her soft blonde muff. "Oh Frank," she whispered.

"Oh nothing. Just enjoy. I owe you this one."