The Sexy Audition Pt. 03

THE CONTRACT

When 6 and I woke up the next morning, we found ourselves still naked in a different suite. They somehow moved us during the night. We were in a large room in a coverless bed. There were two easy chairs separated by an end table along a side wall with a door leading to another smaller bedroom connected by a 2 way mirror. The other side had two doors, one locked and one door leading to a small exercise room with a treadmill and weights. The rear wall held a door leading to a massive ensuite bathroom with a large tub and walk in shower. The opposite wall had a locked door. All of the walls had mirrors, even the walls of shower had mirrors. On one wall was a short clothes rack with two short translucent robes, one pink and one blue. The only part without mirrors was a small alcove for the toilet/bidet.

We took care of our bodily functions and were about to take a shower together. My cock was getting hard looking at 6's jiggling breasts with hardening nipples, her luscious ass, and the pleasant sexy memories of last night's victory sex. We were going to have some fun soaping each other. Some more sex in the shower and more in bed. Just as I reached in to run the water, a chime sounded, and a stern voice came over the ceiling speakers.

"6 and 12, please report immediately to the main room."

We padded naked into the main room and to encounter a topless 36, aka the Hostess sitting behind a small table in the middle of the room with two chairs in front. On the table were fresh coffee and two iPads. My cock, which was starting to soften, went rigid. Her magnificent breasts were invitingly spread out over the surface of the table. I couldn't stop staring until 6 lightly jabbed me, but I saw her looking intently too.

"I hope you slept well," she said. "Pardon my lack of attire, but I want to make you more comfortable. Please sit down. We will discuss your jobs."

We sat down on the padded chairs, reached for the coffee and carefully sipped, not wanting to dribble any hot coffee on our naked aroused genitals.

'You have proven your compatibility, and our private viewers are impressed. Here is the offer: you must stay in this luxury suite for exactly four weeks."

"About that," I said, "How did we get here from the other suite without waking us?"

"We have our ways, but it wasn't hard since two were pretty tired and were deep sleepers. Now if I may continue?"

We both nodded.

She pointed to the mirrors surrounding the room. "Behind those mirrors are hi-def cameras. You will live your lives entirely under those cameras, broadcasting to a private feed of high-paying viewers. You will eat, sleep, relax, and perform for them. You will stay naked unless ordered otherwise. If you accept this contract, you will be paid $500,000 each at the end of the month.

"You will be fed gourmet meals, but if the viewers are dissatisfied, you will only receive bread and water until they are."

"If you refuse," the Hostess continued, "You will receive your $10,000 from last night. You will be driven home, and we will call up an alternate couple from the audition. I will leave you alone to discuss it. Each of your iPads has the details. Please read them and call me back in when you're ready."

She left the room. I turned to 6, looking into her eyes, and then to her full, rounded breasts, glowing in the bright overhead lights. We talked it through. We compared the complete loss of privacy versus the financial freedom that the money could give us. Our connection was real, we wanted to stay with each other longer and the thought of doing it together seemed exciting.

She looked at me and said, "Let's do this. We're going to fuck anyway, we might as well get some benefit out of it... besides the benefit of your sexy body, of course. I'm not afraid of the cameras, I have a little exhibitionist in me."

"Being an actor, or at least trying to be one," I said, "I'm not afraid of cameras either. Being with you will be glorious. I just hope you don't get sick of me."

She scoffed. "Not likely. Let's do it!"

When the Hostess returned, We looked at each other, each nodding and we signed the contract on the iPads.

She Hostess smiled widely. "You chose wisely. This season will be starting... now." She clapped, and two attendants came in with shaving supplies.

"We first need to have you both freshly shaved."

The attendants quickly and efficiently shaved every bit of hair on us except our hair, even my two-day beard. My hard on stayed rigid through the process with the Hostess looking on with a glint in her eye, and it probably helped in shaving around it.

When done, The Hostess left and the attendants picked up their tools along with the table and chairs. We were left standing naked and body hair free. 6 grabbed my cock and pulled me toward the bed.

"Let's celebrate," she said.

THE ABSTENTION TEST

We weren't going to be able to celebrate quite yet. The Hostess entered again with the same two attendants carrying trays which were set in front of us on unfolded legs.

"Hold your fire you two. Time for the first challenge." She gestured for the attendants to proceed.

On the trays were mesh thongs similar to the ones we wore during the casting tests. These had no magnets but three ends, one on the rear end of the thong, and two on each end of the leather waistband. Before they put it on me The Hostess reached over and placed another adjustable cock ring over the base of my shaft.

"It has a built-in timer," she explained. "Not a remote controlled one but with timer with a 27-minute on and 3 minute off cycle."

I could it feel tighten securely, maintaining my hardness.

She stepped back while the attendants quickly fitted the front of the thong over my cock with a separate long pocket for it and another for my balls. The three ends were fitted together at the small of my back. They lifted a key on a necklace from the tray and used it to lock the ends together. They did the same to 6's but hers had no pocket except for an internal soft flap which went inside her vagina. Hers was locked and her key, which was pink was hung around my neck. My key, blue, was hung around her neck.

The waistband was tight and unmoving but comfortable. The cock pocket was extended outward at a right angle from my body due to some hidden rigid wire in the seams, and it felt warm probably from other hidden wires going to a small battery near the rear lock. The cock pocket was smaller than my fully extended cock, and it made the pocket stretch a little. The mesh had an arousing massage-like feel when I moved. There was a leather cap on the end of the cock pocket that the head of my cock fitted into, presumably to prevent ejaculation.

The attendant then offered us each a pill and bottle of water to wash it down. They picked up their trays and left the room. The material was stimulating the skin of my cock and with the sexy sight of the Hostess, still topless and 6, it was throbbing with pleasure.

I could see 6 going through a similar stimulation and see looked at me with real sexual hunger in her eyes.

The Hostess spoke up then. "This is your first challenge of the Sexy Big Brother game. The thongs you are wearing are both meant to stimulate sexual urges but inhibit actual sexual intercourse. The pills you took are designed to stimulate each of your libidos.

"The object of this challenge is abstaining from sexual temptation for as long as possible. Each of you has the key to unlock the others' 'chastity belt', but here's the challenge: For every hour you resist, each of you will receive five thousand dollars on top of your prize of five hundred thousand, up to a maximum of ten hours for fifty thousand dollars.

"If you have to perform any bodily functions during that time, notify us and an attendant will accompany you to the washroom, monitor you, and replace the chastity thong.

"Good luck, you will need it." she finished and with a graceful swirl, swinging those magnificent breasts around, and she took her tray out the door where it clicks shut.

"Damn," I said. "I thought we would be celebrating in bed right now."

With a word, she nodded and sat down on the bed. I sat in one the chairs opposite the bed. Our issued iPads were also for entertainment, with only internal network Wi-Fi, but with hundreds of ebooks, movies and games preloaded. We tried to distract ourselves.

The first hour went by slowing. It was hard to concentrate on my games when my cock was straining against mesh that was both holding it back and stimulating it. I looked over to 6 who was having similar issues. The pills were taking affect also making me want to leap over to her and rip off the thong.

Another hour later a brunch cart was wheeled in with waffles, syrup and runny eggs on toast. Great. With no napkins provided we were supposed to lick each other clean. That would fun except for not being able to act on our raging urges.

That's exactly what happened. We had butter, syrup and runny egg yolk all over our chests and laps. We took turns licking each other off with each lick making our urges climb even higher. Damn, they weren't making it easy on us, but we managed to abstain--just barely.

The afternoon was endless. We were told to sit side cross-legged on the bed facing each other with my hard cock waving like a flag pole. Soft sexy music was piped in adding to the temptation. We avoided looking at each other but it was hard. We were really earning our prize and when I got this damn thong off....

Dinner came, and wouldn't you know it, it was pasta with lots of sauce, dripping all over us as we ate. Half melted ice cream for dessert. Instead of licking each other, we both looked each other in the eye and came to the same decision. Enough is enough. It had been eight hours, and we couldn't stand it anymore. We grabbed each other's key, fumbled with the locks and threw the thongs across the room. We dived for the bed where I buried my poor abused cock into her dripping pussy. There was very little resistance and as I slid it in we both groaned with pleasure after hours of delayed satisfaction. I pumped and she squeezed until we both climaxed. My cum seemed to keep spurting and spurting, my muscles pumping it while her walls squeezed in the same rhythm.

So much cum that some seeped out to mix with spilled dinner. When done, I stayed inside her while we hugged so tight I could feel her hard nipples poking hard in my chest. Eventually, we released each other and lay in bed side by side, panting. Later we resumed after licking each other clean so this time much slower and lazily until exhausted, we fell asleep.

THE SEX SWINGS

For the first few moments of waking, I could feel faint remembered sensations of the thongs pressure on my cock and waist. I opened my eyes to look at my groin, verify the device was gone, providing a sense of relief, but my cock was experiencing intense morning wood, resting on 6's bare thigh. It throbbed and ached but when I touched it, it felt raw and the base of my shaft was swollen from eight hours in the cock ring. I also felt a dull ache in my pelvic floor.

I looked over at 6, with her bare legs tangled in mine, her skin still bearing pressure marks. The sight of her slow even breathing of her sleep brings a feeling of solidarity. We pushed our bodies to the limit together and reaped a reward both in money and intense sexual satisfaction. I was in a conflict between my mind and my cock. My cock desperately wanted to slide it into her, but my mind thought of the rawness and dry friction and held me back.

My mind won and the hard slowly ebbed, and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep until I woke to 6's poking me in the shoulder. I rolled over and saw was she was pointing at. A large black monolith, straight out of 2001: A Space Odyssey was standing in front of the bed, just like that last scene in the movie.

A low rumbling bass sound started, and the 2001 theme started playing. When it ended, there was a whooshing noise and the monolith collapsed, apparently it being inflated. Behind it was--holy swing-set Batman! Behind it was a dual sex swing.

The Hostess's voice came out of the overhead speaker.

"Good morning 6 and 12. As you can see, we have gifted you something to occupy you today in thanks for your good performance in holding out for eight hours. Bets were taken and few thought you'd make it that long. Bravo. That's $40K for each in top of the prize money. Have fun, as always, we will be watching. P. S., you may want to shower first, you both look kind of gross."

We got up and examined it. It was basically two swings facing each other attached to a single frame. Each had adjustable straps for arms and legs. We decided to try it out after a shower.

We examined the seats and straps and figured how to get situated with me below and 6 above. The seats were facing each other and when seated my cock fit perfectly inside 6 with our groins pressed together. With our legs suspended at the right angles and our hands free to push and pull on stationary handles, we started to swing forward and back.

The feeling was amazing. As we swung forward my cock was forced inward and when swinging backward, it was pulled out, not all the way out but enough that it produced a gentle pumping action that we could control from the handles. We varied the swing speed until we settled on a medium one that let us make love without using any other muscles.

We did this a for at least 20 minutes while 6 had multiple orgasms while I was in heaven watching her breasts move with the swing action and my cock sliding back and forth inside her. After her last orgasm I couldn't stand it anymore and let loose in torrent of cum.

We slowly stopped swinging and caught our breaths. We eventually unstrapped, took a long shower together and tried it a second time. We had it for a full day. The next morning it was gone. When I get out of here and get my money, I'm definitely going to have buy one of those things.

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The rest of the week got into a routine. We were required to have sex and showers at least twice per day. After our showers we would come to find the main room cleaned and a fresh mattress cover, still no sheets to hide us from the cameras. We were encouraged to journal our thoughts into our supplied iPads to keep us occupied and from going insane from being voluntarily held captive under 24/7 watch by cameras and whoever is watching. But after the first two days, we totally forgot about the cameras and just went about our days, having sex, doing challenges and playacting from scripts sent to our iPads.

BAYWATCH

One of my favorite playacting scenes was the Baywatch episode. We were given swimsuits and told to take a shower to get ourselves and suits wet. Hers was a red one piece with deep cleavage down to her belly button. Mine was a tight speedo.

My part was to pretend that she dragged me out of the water and laid me down on the carpet. She lay on top of me to give me mouth-to-mouth. I pretended to wake up and respond by kissing her back. She pulled her suit sideways, ripping the suit in half--pressured I assume--revealing her aroused breasts and wet crotch. My cock slipped out of its banana hammock and found her waiting pussy almost on autopilot. The sensation drove me wild with her on top, rubbing up and down, my cock inside up the hilt, all the while listening to the piped in sounds of surf crashing onto a beach.

Before I came she pulled out and let pump my cum all over my stomach which she licked up. We needed another shower to cool down after that one.

#

I have to say that if it weren't for 6's calm and accepting demeanor, I might not have gotten through the whole month. She is both a solid rock of stability and an uninhibited free spirit.

Between great sex and the Hostess' challenges, we had deep conversations about her life and dreams. We still were prohibited from revealing our real names but we didn't care. We had a deep erotic infatuation for each other that transcended names. The name '6' was good enough for her and '12' is good enough for me.

On the last night of the week while cuddling after slow sensuous lovemaking, she started talking about Number 1.

"I feel bad for her. She's obviously angry and conflicted. I could see how she was fixated on you, but also I could see that see also was looking at number 4 and me."

"You and number 4? Really?" I hadn't noticed while being fixated that night on 6.

"I think she may be bisexual but doesn't know how to deal with it. She's very physically imposing and brash, but there's an underlying sadness and frustration. I think she needs a good lay from someone who can be gentle and understanding... like you."

"Me? What about us?"

"We're not married. I don't mind sharing you and to be able honest, letting her experiment on me gives me a little thrill."

"Well, I have to admit she is sexy in sort of dark way. I wouldn't mind having her if I could teach her how to calm down. But, it's academic. We'll probably never see her again unless we see her at a future TV or movie audition."

"Hmm hmm, it's nice to think about." She said and starting softly snoring while I lay awake for a while longer--thinking.

Maybe not. The hostess was listening and started to make plans for next week.