The Beauty of the Bracket
For the first time in many years, Carolyn can't play in her favourite fantasy league bracket. It's okay though, because this year she gets to live the real thing!
This story was written for Ebni as part of my themed patreon request day for March 2018. This month's theme was "March Madness." The story contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. :3
The Beauty of the Bracket
Carolyn's inner thighs were already wet as she was guided backstage, unable to take her eyes off the swaying, plump ass of the production assistant assigned to collect her. The red panda's rounded ass was utterly gorgeous, and like Carolyn's own, indeed like the vast majority of the bodies she had seen since entering the studio, they were stark naked. Soon they arrived at their destination, a production suite with a large console set up in front of an array of large TV screens arranged in a grid. Several figures with headphones on were peering at the images on screen, twisting knobs to adjust sound levels and picture quality, but as the tortoiseshell cat entered the room, she barely paid any heed to them. She couldn't even bring herself to give more than a fleeting glance and a brief smile to one of the hosts of the show that she was going to be a part of for the next several weeks of shooting. Her eyes were drawn to the screens, and the figures upon them.
"It's quite a sight, huh?"
The cat jumped slightly, as though she'd totally forgotten that she had been accompanied here by someone else over the last ten seconds or so of mindless, shameless staring. She blushed and looked to her left where the production assistant was also looking at the screens, her eyes wide with the same hunger as was present on Carolyn's own features.
"Y-yeah... but, the show hasn't started yet, right? I mean... sorry if this is a dumb question, but, the footage, the matches, they're live at the time of broadcast right? Not pre-recorded?"
The red panda giggled and shook her head, placing a hand on Carolyn's bare left arm reassuringly.
"No, it's all live. Don't worry, this isn't some elaborate scam show you've gotten yourself into. This is just prep. Setting up the audio and cameras for the match rooms, giving the contestants a chance to get to know the space, to feel comfortable being together within it. We take our business very seriously here. And, with the viewing figures we get every year... well, you can imagine we like to be very thorough in our preparation."
Carolyn blushed, nodding and feeling her clit throb as a little more of her natural arousal added itself to the glistening coating upon her thighs. Her gaze had returned to the screens once more, and to one in particular where she was able to see a woman strapped down to a bed by what seemed to be leather restraints, while another lady held a hitachi or some other sort of wand massager firmly to her panty-clad crotch. The next screen over showed a man on all fours being pegged roughly by a plump, large breasted equine lady, his tongue lolling out and his cock bouncing and twitching as he was fucked. And a single screen down from that displayed a dark skinned human woman resting with her hands to one wall of the room, while an eager golden retriever buried her muzzle between the smooth, beautifully globular cheeks of her rump and busily rimmed her.
"Miss Summers? Um... Carolyn?"
Gently the red panda touched her arm once again, and Carolyn pulled herself from her reverie, body trembling and only now realising that a soft but audible gurgling was escaping her lips. She pulled her hand away from her dripping wet pussy, and only a moment after doing so realised that it had been there in the first place. She looked down. Her hand was wet, and there was a small but undeniable puddle on the ground between her slightly bowed, spread lower limbs. Her cheeks flushed, in embarrassment but not in shame, and she giggled apologetically as she peered around the room and saw that aside from the red panda, no-one else seemed to have noticed... or at least, no-one cared if they had.
Turning her body away from the screens to avoid further temptation, the feline female smiled at the production assistant.
"Sorry about that, I just... I can't believe I'm going to be the star of this year's season. I've watched the show since I turned eighteen. I've got every episode on DVD. This show was what made me want to try getting into the adult filmmaking scene at my college. Without it, I wouldn't have had my career... a-and now..."
Her cheeks flushed crimson.
"Now I get to be the one all these amazing couples are fighting for. The one responsible for every single orgasm they'll have while on the show. The only weird thing is... this is gonna be the first year where I can't take part in a fantasy bracket. Because, I'm dealing with the real thing."
The production assistant nodded warmly, and gestured back to the screens with one outstretched hand.
"Think of it this way. You, and all these people who are going to be in each match-up, are going to be responsible for all the fun that people playing along at home have. In a way, you're playing every fantasy bracket, because it's you... your body, your reaction to each pairing that decides the outcome."
Nibbling on her bottom lip, Carolyn shuddered and nodded in excitement once again.
"I know. God... I c-can't believe it's gonna be my orgasms that people are counting at home. Thousands... tens of thousands of people charting t-the length of each one. The volume of my screams. Volume of... o-of ejaculation. Oh god."
Her hand was back between her legs once again, and this time she staggered as a wave of near orgasmic pleasure threatened to swamp her. Her mind reeled as she pictured herself being broadcast into millions of homes worldwide, folks across the globe watching and delighting in her reaction to the various couples she'd be watching, the pairings putting on lewd and passionate shows for her. Whittling down the pairs put up against one another until only one remained. The winners of the show, and the winners of a ten picture studio deal with her as their co-star.
She looked back at the screen and the sixty four couples practising upon them, pleasuring, stimulating, fighting to make one another scream harder and longer than any of the others, all so they could turn her on and make her cum more than anyone else. But soon her mind was drawn back to the rest of the world. To everyone else, and the thoughts of all of those households. Individuals, friends, lovers, spouses, all watching and urging her on. All begging her to cum one more time as they fucked and masturbated themselves, so that the team they had on the winning side of today's bracket would edge out just ahead before time ran out.
Soon, in a matter of weeks, the whole world would be watching her masturbation. The whole world would be pleading for her to cum on behalf of the pairing they were rooting for, while making wagers for their own lewd outcomes should they win.
"O-oh god..."
Carolyn whined as she stumbled and fell, not to the ground but into the arms of the red panda close by. She whimpered, she shuddered and clung to the other woman with both hands, one soaking wet as her body throbbed and ached on the brink of release. It was too much. Too much for her to take in right now, too much for her needy, desperate body to handle.
"Please..."
She croaked longingly to the other woman, peering up over her shoulder at the screens and those sixty four couples which would comprise her tournament bracket. Sixty four pairs of lovers who would drive themselves and one another to repeated and passionate rapture in her name.
"I n-need to... I have to..."
The production assistant nodded, and with one arm wrapped around the tortoiseshell cat's back, the younger woman's hand drifted down between the adult movie star's legs. A single stroke, a single graze of her dark fingertips against Carolyn's clit was all it took. The feline woman shrieked, the whole room turning towards her and the red panda momentarily in surprise and amusement. Juices rained down upon the ground below, and as toes curled, and the cat's tail thrashed and twitched, the TV show's crew listened to the sounds of her ecstasy. Sounds that over the coming month or so they would grow increasingly and intimately familiar with.
"That's it... let it go. Don't hold back."
The production assistant giggled as she whispered to the star of the show, continuing to stroke her clit as Carolyn's pussy spasmed and squirted repeatedly.
"You're gonna give us an amazing bracket this year. I know it. And all you need to do... all you have to do to make it the best series of the show yet, is keep on cumming just like this..."
By Jeeves
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