But it was not to be.

In fact, as luck would have it, the home squad scored 6 more runs in the bottom of the seventh, and four more in the eight.

“That’s twenty more lucky stiffs,” Dave commented every time another run crossed the plate. But, when the Jay’s reliever came on to preserve a shout-out in the top of the ninth, Darcy was on her feet with fans everywhere. The Bombers didn’t stand a chance. When “strike 3!” was called after the third of three strike outs, and the Birds were playoff bound after a whopping 25-0 victory, Darcy seemed delighted.

Before signing off, Kim reminded all viewers to tune in at 6 a.m. the next morning, when Darcy would begin her penance. Announcing the results of a random ticket draw over the loudspeaker, over one thousand male fans, ranging in age from 18 to 93, already had been recruited for Darcy from the stands, 20 for every run the Jays had scored, plus about one hundred extra in case some didn’t show up, plus 313 who had placards or posters begging Darcy to blow them, totalling 1037. In fact, 1724 ultimately showed up at the designated registration area, the 687 extras all insisting that they either had been recruited or had been holding placards too; naturally, it was so busy, the two girls at the registration desk didn’t bother to check for ticket numbers; and Darcy couldn’t possibly have refused any of them anyway, she was so flattered by everyone’s interest in her.

A plan was made that Darcy would start with 60 blowjobs that first day, and ‘work her way through the order’ over the next 20 days or so, on her knees from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., with full, live coverage from 6 ‘til noon, from 1 ‘til 2, and from 4 o’clock on. And, to keep fans up to date, sports news AND a running blowjob count would be provided by some other newscaster, while Darcy kneeled nearby, on camera the whole time. And then, as an added bit of fun for Darcy and everyone else, as long as the home team kept winning in the playoffs, once she’d finished blowing the 1724, Darcy had agreed just to keep on blowing, all day, every day, 10 new fans for every run the Jays scored until they were eliminated.

The next morning’s show started with Darcy asking the viewers: “Am I going to be up to my chin in bats and balls; and, if so, how many will ‘cum’ (she emphasized the word ‘cum’) to the plate? Stay tuned to find out in just a minute.”

After the opening rapid-fire collage of highlights, and returning to the live studio, once again Darcy sat, knees crossed, between two commentators as the show began. One handed her a cute little team cushion to kneel on, in case she needed it, as the other re-explained Darcy’s promise to blow 20 lucky fans for each run the Birds won by.

“Are you ready to hear the results, Darcy?” he asked her.

“I can’t wait,” she answered enthusiastically, of course, already knowing her fate.

But Darcy wanted to announce the results herself. So, after a brief recap of the first fateful broadcast when this whole affair began, Darcy resumed her accustomed spot, standing alone to describe the fateful evening. And, as gorgeous as she had looked the evening before watching the game, she seemed even more radiant today… somehow, her breasts seem fuller and her eyes and smile both bigger and brighter. And washing them had really tightened her jeans. Over on the sidelines, I was creaming my pants.

“The Jays clearly were on a mission as they took to the field last night,” she began eagerly. “Not only would a win clinch them the final playoff spot, it also would put yours truly on her knees where most of my friends say I belong.”

“If there was any doubt about the outcome for me and my poor mouth, it didn’t last long, as the very first pitch was distributed in the bleachers beyond left field. It was a regular slugfest, as the Birds batted around and then some in the first, to take an early 8-0 lead. But they weren’t done yet…”

She seemed to grow more and more excited as she described the rest of the game. “By the time the ball was handed over to the bullpen for the final 3 outs, the only question left to answer was – should I wear my hair back or not for the cameras today.”

By the time the highlights had finished, the other two commentators were trying to remember when, if ever, anyone had won by 25 runs before.

“I think 21 is the previous record, Bob,” one said.

“Lucky me to get the record,” Darcy added, shaking her head in playful, mock disgust.

“So… while Darcy gets down to work, why don’t we check in on some other games,” another commentator continued.

By the time the camera returned to the studio from highlights of three other games, Darcy already was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around and bobbing up and down the full length of an overweight fan in his early thirties wearing an “I Choked Darcy” t-shirt he’d just been given. Darcy’s eyes caught the camera for several seconds in a close-up, and then the cameraman panned back to show the male commentator standing nearby providing details of other games. With Darcy on her knees facing away from the other commentator, TV viewers now had a full side view of the cute sports analyst at work, her pony-tailed, blonde-streaked light brown hair waving with each thrust of her head, the seat of her jeans so amazingly tight, and her 2½ inch heels so sexy.

Darcy kept sucking while we showed highlights, and the rest of us in the studio just stood around and admired her talent, dedication and sweet, sweet ass. The cameramen and viewing audience got to enjoy her ass too, as it received plenty of close-up attention; and, as tight as those jeans were, the material seemed to crinkle sexily every time Darcy bent from the waist to plunge her face into the crotch before her. Nonetheless, every time we returned from highlights, it was to a close-up of Darcy’s face and mouth, forcing her mouth and throat as far as she could onto whatever rigid cock she presently was feeding on. Of course, she’d promised ‘to choke’ on all the bats, so she deep-throated everyone, pausing and posing as prettily as she could for the camera, so that every fan who ‘came’ on the show and down her throat could have a cute little memento to show his family and friends, besides their t-shirt.

She could have asked for a break during highlights or commercials, but she never did. She smiled up at every new fan and thanked them for coming. She was especially pleased to meet old Mr. Millar, who had just celebrated his 93rd birthday and had been a Jays fan and season ticket holder since the day they came into existence. He pissed in her mouth twice before he ultimately came… but, true to her word, Darcy was ‘taking all the way’ and swallowed everything. Not only that, but for his dedication to the team, the producer offered him “free access to Darcy’s mouth” whenever he wanted from now on. Darcy was very pleased.

She blew 69 guys that first day, 60 fans and nine from the studio crew, and was well on her way to stardom. The phones wouldn’t stop ringing because of guys wanting Darcy to know how much they loved her and wanted to fuck her mouth too. She was very flattered when we told her.

She wore a lighter, but just as tight pair of jeans on the second day, a very sleek top, and an extremely sexy pair of heels, and already was on her knees and working hard as the show began. The day before, one clever fan had called in suggesting that we could more than double our coverage of Darcy by using multiple inserts; when Darcy was live, we could show multiple views of her, always providing viewers with a close-up of her mouth, but also always showing her ass. And, when we showed sports highlights, we could keep a couple of close-up inserts of Darcy’s mouth in action and ass on display in the corner of the screen. Darcy thought this was a wonderful idea! So we set up several cameras on her, from all different angles, and kept Darcy live every minute from 6 a.m. until 6 p.m.; even during commercials. We also got news that Darcy was being broadcast on over a thousand different internet sites, 24-7. A couple of local pimps even called up, asking us to ask Darcy if she’d consider a little street prostitution a couple of nights a week, after work, once all this was over. Darcy definitely was interested, and said she’d call them both back at the end of today’s programming, hoping they’d put her to work right away. But, for now, she had a steady stream of cocks to suck and a television audience numbering millions to please.

Of course, we started every half hour segment with a close up of Darcy’s mouth at work, as she peered right into the camera with her big brown eyes.

“While our own Darcy continues her diligent work with bats and balls,” the overdubbed voice said, “the team she’s pulling for were making their own preparations as well.”

Darcy, of course, knew that her producers had no intention of letting her ease up on her new television role, so she was not at all surprised when they told her they’d decided she should blow 20 extra fans for every run the Jays scored.

“It IS the playoffs, after all,” she was told.

She just laughed and nodded. How many thousands of complete strangers would she suck and how many litres of cum would she swallow, anyone could guess. But Darcy remained the team’s biggest fan. She wanted them to go all the way and score as many runs as possible; and if word of her cock-sucking mouth and the home team wanting to keep her on her knees being face-fucked over and over and over and over could motivate them, that was just great.

We had even more fun with Darcy that second day, the commentator with the microphone often popping over the ‘interview’ her as she worked. Understandably, all Darcy could do was mumble responses to his questions… “Hmm hmmm… Hmm hmmm… Hmm hmmmmm,” she said, knowing that the whole affair was being done to tease her a bit, but happily playing along.

The commentators also made many jokes at her expense… commenting, for example, on how Darcy clearly had given new meaning to the phrase ‘blowing a lead’. Even with 8 inches of cock in her mouth, Darcy couldn’t help but laugh over that one.

By 6 p.m., the head office had received so many accolades over Darcy, they debated the merit of having Darcy pledge 50 or even 100 blowjobs per run scored. They approached Darcy and reminded her both about how runs tend to be scarcer during playoff time, and of the unfortunately possibility that the Jays might only last a few games before being eliminated.

“It’d be a shame if you’re only blowing 20 per run and they only play 4 or 5 games and score just a handful of runs,” she was told. During one disastrous 10-game, 9-loss road-trip early in the season, they’d only scored 17 runs total.

Luckily, Darcy agreed – one hundred blowjobs per run scored it would be; she’d just space them out over the next month or so. Of course, she had no idea yet that the Jays would end up winning the whole enchilada and score 137 runs over 19 games doing so. For now, everything was all fun.

Day 3 brought Darcy an unexpected, but very much appreciated surprise, when the studio filled up with a whole slew of Darcy’s relatives from out west, including her Mom and sister, and about 30 male cousins and uncles and a couple of old family friends who Darcy still called uncles. Even though none actually were counted among the 1037 who’d been signed up that first day or the 687 extras who weaselled their way onto Darcy’s blowjob list, she was delighted that so many from her family had come from so far to join in all the festivities. The first to be pulled forward was old Uncle Harry. Darcy’s smile was from ear to ear as she peered up at him from her knees. She was so appreciative that the producer had let the family bring cameras onto the set, so they all could get their own pictures to bring back home. There was a real festive atmosphere in the studio, kind of like when they invite all the family on stage after someone wins lots of money on a game show. In this instance, of course, Darcy was the ‘winner’, but she had to work for each and every prize.

In between reporting on sports news, virtually every relative was interviewed, including Mom of course, who was very proud of her little girl. It took a while to get through all Darcy’s relatives, of course, because of all the posing for pictures and the fact that everyone kept trying to make her laugh by making her deep throat and then clowning around with all the cameras so poor Darcy’s throat was pulvarized for as long as possible.

“Hmm hmmmmm!” she kept scolding them, of course, all in fun.

A couple of Darcy’s younger female cousins, who lived in town and were just out of high school, had come along too to congratulate Darcy. But when the male uncles and cousins started to become a bit unruly waiting for Darcy to get to them, the two teenagers were recruited to help settle the crowd. This they did by dutifully dropping to their knees themselves to provide blowjobs to male relatives who were impatiently waiting. Like Darcy, they were lookers – one pony-tailed blonde (Allison) and one with slightly shorter, light brown hair (Kelly) – the former in tight, tight white shorts, a cute pink, short-sleeved top, and white spike heels, and the latter in a sleeveless baby blue top, classic 2-pocket black pants and a black pair of the wide heels young girls wear nowadays. These two girls ultimately were interviewed too, but with their mouths full of cock, they basically just mumbled. They were thrilled to be on TV, though. Allison’s mom was especially concerned that her daughter look nice, reminding her to open her eyes wide when looking into the camera and to hold as much of the cock in her mouth as she could when she was asked to stop, look at the camera and pose. Mom also helped to freshen Allison’s make-up from time to time, usually while Allison still had a cock in her mouth, because Mom didn’t want any of the men to have to wait.

Another pleasant surprise was that one of Darcy’s new pimps showed up and was welcomed onto the set to meet Darcy’s Mom and everyone else. He assured them that he intended to use Darcy that coming Friday and Saturday night, and that he was going to make sure she was kept busy by advertising around town who his new girl was. The two teenage girls’ moms also met him, and they excitedly dragged him over to meet their daughters. Having only just celebrated her 18th birthday, Allison had never blown a black dude before, so she got the honours of blowing the pimp, whose name was Irving, first. After emptying a couple of loads in the cute young blonde’s mouth, Irving was sweet enough to tell both moms that he could use their daughters that very night to work a black biker party. It was a pretty sweet gig in that the two girls would stay dressed (he even had some really tight jeans and heels for them to wear, that he’d borrow from some of his other girls) and just drop to their knees to do what they were doing now, between them blowing about 100 big black dudes over the course of the night. Of course, if the girls worked out tonight and wanted to, he could put them to working the streets the next night and thereafter.

Kneeling to blow 50 or more black men certainly sounded fun. But dressing up in skin-tight stretch jeans and 3-inch heels and wearing too much make-up to stand out on a scummy street corner while dirty old men drive slowly by searching for a young girl to mouth-fuck… sounded even better.

“Hmmmm?” Allison asked her mom, her voice dripping with hope, at the time sucking her older brother’s dick.

Of course, Mom said ‘Yes’. Allison had been looking for a job to help pay for a cute little car she wanted and to save for college, and being a full-time street prostitute would be perfect! In fact, college might be unnecessary if Allison enjoyed prostitution. Mom encouraged her to ‘try it out for a year or two’ to see how she liked it. Irving assured
Allison that 90% of her work would be blowjobs, and most of the remainder ass-to-mouth; and that he could promise her at least ten clients and $100 a night, plus tips.

“She won’t get pregnant?” was Mom’s only concern.

Irving assured her that none of HIS girls took cocks in their cunt. Occasionally, a guy will ask her to pull her pants down to fuck her ass; but NEVER her cunt; and all cum gets swallowed.

Both moms were very relieved.

The other girl, Kelly, had a job, but she could work the street part time.

“It’d be better than just sitting at home twittering all night,” her mom told her. And Kelly HAD to agree.

Meanwhile - “My sister, the street slut!” Max said as he repeatedly plunged his sister Allison’s throat with his tool, all the while using his cell phone to take pictures of her to show his friends. Meanwhile, giggling silently to herself, Allison couldn’t wait to call her girl friends to tell them about her fun new job, if and when she got a mouth-free moment to use Max’s phone between uncles.

Day 4 brought another unexpected surprise when, mid-afternoon, one of the day’s selected fans turned out to be a mounted policeman who showed up outside on his horse. Sensing how amazingly Canadian it would be to have Darcy blowing a Mountie in uniform, we let him ride his horse into the studio. Darcy glanced over to where he was waiting in line and couldn’t believe it. But then, when he rode his horse over to where the reporter still was on her knees, Darcy did something WE couldn’t believe.

Let’s just say that her mouth really got stretched, and that she ended up gulping down the equivalent of about 200 normal loads of cum before she ever even got to the Mountie. Forget about sports highlights! For the next half hour, Darcy WAS the news as she literally had ‘loads’ of fun with her new friend. She, of course, was delighted with all the attention and was posing for the cameras continuously. Luckily, because ‘Chester’ was so long, it was easy for Darcy to turn or tilt her head towards the camera, while still stroking his length with her hands. His first release of semen was way more than Darcy expected, so she gagged a bit. But she swallowed repeatedly and, having heard that these big beasts can cum again and again, just continued on. She knew what was coming with the second cumming, so she was able to pose prettily for the cameras even as her mouth filled repeatedly to the brim; in fact, only a little leak of white cream from the corners of her mouth alerted us to Darcy’s fun. She used more mouth and less hands the third time, to truly make it a blowjob. It took another 10 minutes; but once again, Chester rewarded the sexy sports-caster with several mouthfuls of tasty semen and sperm.

The Mountie seemed miniscule next to Chester, but Darcy enjoyed him too. And she made him promise to bring all the other Mounties and their steeds to see her too… which, of course, he did.

As luck would have it, pretty Allison showed up while Darcy was with Chester. On her first full evening and night as a prostitute, just 5 days past her 18th birthday, she had worked until 5 a.m. and had had her mouth fucked by 89… count them, 89 black bikers, every one of them ramming his huge rigid rod repeatedly down Allison’s little throat while she just kneeled there in her tight white shorts, pink top and heels (Irving had decided that look was so cute, he wouldn’t mess with it), helplessly watching the glee on their faces with her big brown eyes. It had been so much fun! And Mom had been so proud of her little girl that she’d come to the studio to tell Darcy how well Allison was doing and to thank her for having been crucial to this wonderful opportunity for Allison. Not only had Allison had such a wonderful experience, and not only had the pimp, Irving, told her he wanted her back on the job for another busy night tonight, but he also had offered the 18-year old a 5-year contract to work for him as a street whore and escort, through her 23rd birthday, guaranteed 6 nights a week and $100 per night, which Allison eagerly signed, and her Mom co-signed even more eagerly.

As Allison’s Mom went over to where Darcy still was kneeling by her new horse friend, Allison watched Darcy jealously. But Allison’s Mom happened to glance over and catch that look she knew all too well. As soon as Darcy was done with Chester, Mom grabbed Allison’s arm, pulled her into the studio and pushed her down onto her knees next to the big boy before anyone could take him away, with the teen facing the animal’s hind end. Soon, Allison had her own little camera crew too, as she kneeled to make beauty meet beast. Of course, Mom was there with her new digital, making sure Allison had dozens of pretty pictures of her under Chester to bring home to all the family.

“Turn your head a little more this way, Dear,” she directed Allison.

“Hmm hmm?” Allison asked, wanting to pose as prettily as possible.

But, more importantly, because of what Allison was wearing, many others wanted pictures too, including a couple of magazine photographers who’d been on hand to capture Darcy on film. You see, after she’d returned home and gotten some sleep, she showered and changed into the ‘school girl look’ Irving wanted her to wear that evening… a white blouse, a short red plaid skirt, white knee socks, and black and white heeled shoes; the only part of her old prep high school uniform she’d altered was her panties… instead of the white cotton bikini panties that they’d had to wear at school, she put on a very cute pair of off-white (almost silver) satin bikini panties, that looked so nice in the mirror when she hoisted her skirt that she’d promised herself to hoist her skirt up often that night to attract customers, even if this meant more ass-to-mouth than the night before. Plus she truly was wearing quite a bit more make-up than high school girls generally wore, because she wanted to look the part of the street whore she now was.

Allison felt like a celebrity model, posing for so many cameras with Chester in her mouth, her eyes darting this way and that to find and look straight into every camera, while Mom helped by supporting and stroking Chester’s monstrous length with her hands. Every so often, when Mom paused to take a few pictures of her own, Allison really felt the weight of Chester’s member pulling at her mouth; but she kept her lips firm around the huge head at the end, and never dropped it. Mom was interviewed and seemed so proud to announce to the world that her little girl had just signed a big 5-year contract with a pimp to work as a full-time street prostitute and call girl.

Like Darcy had, Allison got quite a surprise at the humungous volume of semen and sperm that erupted into her mouth when the time came. Mom, of course, stroked the animal even faster and harder to make sure Allison’s mouth received every drop. And, like Darcy, the perky teenager coughed, gagged and sputtered some, a little bit of white cream leaking out the side of her mouth; but, with 3 or 4 big gulps, she proudly managed to swallow 95% of it at least. She was very pleased when both magazine photographers and her Mom insisted she keep going, because Allison felt that the pictures of her mouth filling up with cum would be that much cuter if her eyes weren’t popping out of her skull.

Of course, throughout all this, Allison hoisted up her skirt often and Mom even tucked the hem into the waist of her skirt so it would stay up for a bit. With all the bobbing back and forth, the skirt eventually dropped back down again; but Allison was assured that the pretty panties she was so proud of had made their way onto TV, the internet and both magazines, where a full profile of Allison, tip to toe, her eyes staring right into the camera, her mouth obviously engaged, ultimately would be the cover picture of both, plus, no doubt, dozens of other teen and horse and sports magazines they intended to sell the pictures to.

Darcy, meanwhile kept blowing one fan after another until past 6. Allison had since left to go home and tidy up and freshen up her make-up for a busy night on a corner downtown.

Darcy was so nervous about the outcome of the first playoff game that, following the cute suggestion of one of the many fans who wrote in, she decided to dress up and work as a prostitute downtown for a few hours instead; she wished she could have called the guy so he’d come out to see her, but he hadn’t given her his phone number. So she just went out and hoped he’d come by so Darcy could personally thank him for his compliment (“in those jeans, you’d be a perfect little street slut”) and fun suggestion. As the Jays were getting the final out to win the first game, 5-1, on the road, Darcy was on her knees, one white girl surrounded by three huge black men in a well-lit parking lot downtown.

She scored a lucky 23 mouthfuls of cum that night, working until almost 1 a.m. because she was so pumped up. In fact, she really hated to leave when she did, because more cars were showing up. She sadly watched a cute teen redhead in tight red shorts, whose name was Tricia, climbing into the back seat of a car with two guys Darcy almost certainly would have gotten to gag upon. But she was due at the station in just a few hours and she didn’t want to have her eyes closed as she posed for pictures with some fan’s bone in her mouth. Before crawling into bed, she pulled out the silver-coloured satin bikini panties that she planned to wear (having been inspired by Allison’s cute panties), plus heels, jeans and a top. Finally, she lay in bed and closed her eyes to dream about all the fun she knew she’d have the next day.