First Prize
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xited

First Prize By: Xited.

First Prize

I grabbed my phone and was able to answer it on the third ring. A familiar voice on the other end cheerfully belted out "Hello, Lynn."

"Hi Allen, what's up?" I replied.

"We finally gave you away. We selected a first prizewinner today; we are notifying him as we speak. Are you ready?" he asked.

"You bet! I am excited. When will I meet the winner?" I continued my inquisition.

"It will be Saturday from four PM until midnight, providing he is available. I will email you when we have a confirmation. We will send a car for you and the driver will wait with the car at the location until you are ready to leave. We also will do a second security check to insure your safety. Lynn, I cannot thank you enough for helping out with this. I really owe you," he said earnestly.

"It will be my pleasure. I am glad that I could help out, and this should be a very special evening. Thanks for the heads up and I will be looking for an email later today with final instructions. Have a great afternoon. Love ya. Bye now."

Ciao to you Bella, you are an angel." he finished our conversation and hung up.

Two months earlier Allen contacted me and asked a favor. He was sponsoring a photography contest to raise money for a private show he wanted to promote. The category for the contest was erotic portraits. He asked me if I would be willing to allow myself to be the award for first prize. My role would be to spend an evening with the winner at a five star hotel. I was to be their fantasy girl for the evening. A signed contract by the winner would be a requirement. This would guarantee that I did not have to participate in anything dangerous or degrading and that I could leave at any point that I became uncomfortable. The contract was also clear in assuring, the winner that he would receive adequate compensation should this situation arise.

Allen knew me and felt confident that I would only cancel or terminate the arrangement if I felt I was being mistreated or in physical danger. Besides, a thorough screening of all applicants was accomplished before their application was accepted to enter the contest. He wanted to make sure that there would be nothing distasteful or derogatory associated with the upcoming exhibit he planned to present. I was actually looking forward to the experience.

I received the email about an hour after our phone conversation. I would be spending my evening with a man referred to as James. He signed the contract and was successfully screened and pronounced free of any emotional disturbances or sexually transmitted diseases. He further agreed that I could terminate at any point that I became uncomfortable or felt threatened, with the stipulation that if this situation should arise he would be compensated $1,000.00 and all expenses paid. We were all set.

Saturday morning arrived and I began preparations for my big evening. Nails were manicured and pedicured. I shaved all pertinent areas and gave ‘Miss Kitty' special attention with my razor. I carefully shaved my pussy completely and then went over it again, finally finishing the job with moisturizing lotion applied to the area. I washed and conditioned my hair using a conditioner that smelled of peaches. I applied makeup with extra care, especially on my eyes. I used a shadow that glimmered and accented my blue eyes with soft earth tone shadow. I added some extra lashes to attain an exotic appearance, and then finished the look with a soft peach lipstick.

I chose a white silk, long sleeved blouse that was open to reveal cleavage no bra allowing my areolas and nipples to be visible through the smooth, thin fabric. I wore a white thong with pearl strands through the crotch. The pearls tickled my clit when I walked and that kept a smile on my face throughout the entire ritual of getting dressed. I carefully indulged my legs in white silk thigh high stockings with four-inch lace tops. It was amazing how the silk felt against my skin and the white made my tan an even deeper bronze. I slipped into a white leather pencil skirt that struck my thighs about four inches above the knee. I finished off the complete white outfit with white sling back four-inch stilettos with an ankle strap that buckled.

I then added dangling pearl earrings that hung about two inches from my earlobe, a single strand of pearls with a diamond encased pearl pendant attached in the center. Spraying me with a light spray of Channel No. 5 was necessary for this outfit. Channel No. 5 and white leather just go together. I brushed my hair until it was shiny and silky, falling over my shoulders nipple length in front and midway down my back in the rear.

I moved to the full length mirror where I straightened all the lines to make sure every seam and hem were perfectly aligned, then I blew myself a kiss for luck, picked up a small clutch bag and headed out the door to meet my limo.

When I arrived at the hotel, I went to the desk and asked the clerk to announce my arrival to the occupant of the penthouse suite. She picked up her phone, after a quick call directed me to the private elevator, and said I was expected. Now my heart was beginning to beat faster and my palms began to moisten with the anticipation. I felt the moisture seeping from my pussy onto my thighs as well as being acutely aware that my nipples were protruding into the silk blouse with such stiffness and erection that I was sure they were visible from any vantage point available in the lobby.

The stilettos gave my hips a sway and lifted my ass up proudly with each step I took. I walked with a straight gait and breasts slightly but noticeably bouncing. I felt heads turn and eyes lock as I made my way through the crowded lobby. I grinned to myself thinking I am the first prize and I feel like a trophy of pure gold.

Upon my arrival at the door to the penthouse, I stood for a moment making sure I had myself in complete control and then rang the buzzer once. Moments later the door opened and I stood face to chest with a very tall, very distinguished man. He must have been at least six feet four inches tall. He looked to be in his late sixties or early seventies. He had a brilliant smile and sparkling eyes. He was dressed impeccably in unblemished pressed slacks and shirt with matching shoes and belt. He looked as if Dolce or Gabbana had dressed him personally.

"You must be Lynn." if I had not been Lynn I would have believed I was because he said it so confidently. "Please come in and join me, I am so glad to meet you." he continued. "Can I offer you something from the bar?" he asked. "Allen said you were exquisite, it appears as though he understated the fact." he continued.

"Thank you, I am happy to meet you to. Congratulations, I understand your talent as a photographer won the first prize in Allen's contest. I have not seen the winning photograph, but I am sure it is magnificent." I said not being able to take my eyes off this man. "And, yes, I would love a white wine." I continued. "Allen said you would be a breath of fresh air for me." I smiled.

"Thank you," he said. "Though my photograph pales in comparison with the prize awarded." he smiled as he headed toward the bar.

"If we continue with all this sweetness, one or both of us may get a little sick." we both laughed. He made me feel comfortable so quickly.

He poured the wine into a crystal wine glass and offered it to me, then poured himself a glass and held the glass up offering a toast to us and a wonderful evening to follow. I smiled and said, "Here, here!"

We chatted for a few minutes while sipping the wine. He seemed so intelligent. I wanted to ask him many questions but felt somehow that it would be inappropriate. He came from behind the bar and moved in close to me. He leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me so I tilted my head up to meet his but he passed my lips and placed his face very close into the crook of my neck where he lingered momentarily then pulled back and made a remark about what an amazing scent my body offered. I was pleased. My body was very pleased as well. I could feel the heat building between my legs. The leather skirt was trapping it there and my pussy with all its surrounding erogenous zones felt like they were melting together in a human furnace. I was on fire.

He began to walk around me looking at me and leaning in kissing me lightly on "exposed flesh, smelling me, occasionally touching me lightly with his fingers. His movements were those of someone who appreciated beauty and knew how to savor a beautiful moment. I was beginning to feel a little dizzy. He had a power that seemed to work like a cobra inflicting its trance. He had me totally in his spell. I heard myself sigh and then softly moan.

As though this were some signal to him, he took my hand and led me to the soft black leather sofa in the living area of the suite. He picked up a remote control as I sat down and lights began to dim, while the shades automatically opened with a soft whir. I found myself staring out at the skyline of the city with the ocean beyond that. It was breathtaking. Even though I knew this was a prize and Allen‘s organization paid for all expenses including the accommodations, I had the distinct impression that this was a familiar setting to my evening companion. He was just so comfortable in his surroundings. Who was this James fellow? I ached to know more but I continued my resistance to pry.

He sat beside me on the sofa and looked intently at me. Then he began to speak. "Would you mind if I photograph you?" he asked. "It isn't what I planned for the evening, but there is something about you that I would like to see through the lens of a camera." he said.

"I suppose that would be okay. I would like to see your photographs, and if there are any that I don't approve of, I would like your word that they will be destroyed." I said with only a little thought to what he was asking. "I know you must be a very talented photographer to have been the winner in the competition, but I worry about where my photographs might wind up. I've heard some pretty terrifying tales about these things." I explained.

"I completely understand and you have my word." his words and his tone were reassuring.

"Would you please go over in front of the window and stand looking out at the city?" he directed. A beautiful city and a beautiful woman, a wonderful way to begin. Don't you agree?" he asked.

"James, you are a smooth devil, I'll give you that." I laughed nervously. He smiled back.

I began the journey to the window as he asked. I could feel the heels of my shoes sinking into the carpet as I walked. It felt odd to have this man staring at me from behind as I walked away from him. As odd as it felt, it felt great and I made sure that I made that little stroll as interesting as I could. I walked with a bit more sway in my step and I made sure to sweep my hair back over my shoulder. Just before reaching the window, I turned slightly and gave him my best sexy smile, being sure to dramatically lick my lips.

When I was standing in front of the window, he told me to stand with my legs slightly parted. I continued to do as he asked. He asked me to slowly unbutton my blouse and let it slip off my shoulders and down to my waist. As I proceeded with this, I heard the click of the camera. I took my hands placed them on my hips and began to slide my fingers slowly upward touching my silk covered body. I ran my fingers over my breasts until they met in the middle at my blouse buttons. I started to unbutton each button very slowly. When I completed all the buttons, he asked me to look back over my shoulder and downward.

As I turned and stretched my neck, I could feel the muscles in my back tighten and my hair fell down long enough that it brushed my side. The entire experience had taken on such an intensely erotic flavor. I was so hot and turned on by the gentle, firm directions he offered. The sound of his voice seemed to ignite a fire in my body that begged stoking to an even greater heat. I started to feel the burn in my labia. I could feel it swell. My nipples were beginning to ache from the erection they were fast developing. I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out in a soft audible sigh. He noticed this and said, "Are you thinking about what my stiff cock would feel like sliding between those luscious breasts you uncovered for me? Or maybe pulling it between your pouty lips and into your warm mouth to suck?"

He asked me to let my blouse fall to the floor and I did. Then he instructed me to unfasten my skirt with one hand and slowly unzip it. When I reached behind my back to do this, I heard the click of the camera again. After I finished unzipping my skirt he told me to raise my hands to my forehead, spread my fingers and slowly run them through my hair. As I raised my arms to do this my body became slimmer because of the stretch and the skirt slid gently from my hips, down my legs to the floor. I now stood with my back to him in only white silk thigh highs, my stilettos, and a pearl thong. All of these accessories screamed, "Come fuck me!" My arms were bent with my fingers nestled in my hair. I began running my fingers slowly through the length of my platinum hair, shaking my head slightly.

"That's it angel, so beautiful, so sexy." he whispered loudly. "God, I want to fuck you." he said.

I could now feel moisture freely leaking from my swollen labia along with a throbbing erect clit. I longed to touch myself, to soothe the ache, to give release to the pent up orgasm that could not seem to escape my body but I waited for his instruction as an addict waits for a fix. The camera clicked again and again.

I could hear his breath quicken and his voice seemed to be raspy when he asked me to turn slowly to him. As I made this turn I put my finger down and underneath the band of my thong. Rubbing my clit and feeling the pearls on the back of my hand. Then he requested that I bend slowly, straight down without bending my knees and unbuckle one of my shoes and remove it. Trying to do this with grace took complete concentration. I focused on my body. As I bent forward, I felt the heaviness of my breasts as gravity pulled them away from my body. Glancing at them, I saw that the areolas had become a very dark hue. The nipples stood out far from my breasts as erect and tight as I had ever seen them. My hair brushed across one of my nipples. That gentle touch brought a gasp from my mouth followed by a low moan. I was beginning to feel a desperate need to be touched anywhere, just touched. I still resisted. James seemed to be a wicked tease. He was certainly teasing my body.

He had me remove the other shoe in the same manner. All the while, there was a continuous click of the camera. After I removed the last shoe, he asked me to turn once again to the window and spread my legs slightly. I did. As I did, I felt the coolness of the pearls on my thong as they rubbed through my open and swollen slit. The pearl strand was covered completely by the slick wet juices released by my pussy. I moaned again. This time when I heard a noise it was not the click of the camera, it was the unbuckling of a belt followed by the sound of unzipping. Now I was unable to resist temptation to soothe my pleading body. Taking my hands I began gently running them over my body.

I cupped my breasts, let my hands drift across my abdomen and then to my waist and behind me cupping my ass and squeezing it firmly. I pulled one hand from the back where it had been caressing my ass cheek and I let it move to the front of my body and over the freshly shaved mound of my pussy with a final resting place over my clit. I allowed my fingers to begin a gentle exploration of my swollen pussy lips my erect clit and my drenched slit; my fingers discovered the wet pearls and rubbed the strand back and forth through my slit while my other hand found its way back to my breast. For a brief moment, I do not think I was even aware that James was still in the room but the click of the camera snapped me back to the present and away from the seduction that I was inflicting upon my own body.

I felt the heat from his body as he moved in close to mine. "I am about to take your body and fuck you like no other man ever has, do you want this?" he asked.

"Oh my god yes!" I exclaimed.

He reached his arms under mine and cupped my breasts in his large hands with such force that I gasped and my body pushed up and out to meet his grasp. I lowered myself back and let my body lean into his chest. As I continued to lean further into him, I felt the hardness of his cock pressing into my ass. I wanted to bend forward and beg him to thrust his massive hard on into my pussy. I had not even finished the thought when he took my arms and placed my hands palm first on the cold window glass causing me to bend forward. I began to feel his hand as he ran it between my legs dragging the sides of his fingers through my drenched slit forcing the pearls into my opening and then gently pulling them back downward again. I felt myself push my pussy down on his hand begging him to give me more. Now he slid the drenched pearl thong to my ankles and lifted my feet to free me from this magical garment.

He knelt to his knees and opened my swollen, creamy pussy lips with his fingers and then pressed his face into the rear opening of my pussy and began to lick me firmly lapping the juice with his tongue. He sucked my labia into his mouth and the warmth of his mouth sent shivers through me. I felt him take my clit with his fingers and pinch it hard; I was moaning uncontrollably waiting for more. He pushed his tongue up into my pussy forcefully moving it around with skill. When I could take no more I felt the orgasm come from deep within my pussy extending to my clit. This feeling was like a sudden burst of hot water after a cold swim. The hot cum began to squirt from my body covering his face completely and running in streams down my legs. My knees weakened and bent, he took his hand grasped my pussy completely with his hand and held me steady all the while fingering my sensitive clit until it to was in a complete orgasm of it's own causing my body to be in a continual state of orgasm.

Once the spasms subsided I turned to him and offered my hands pulling him up and as he stood I knelt to my knees taking his wet, sticky cock into my mouth and I began a slow decent to the base of it licking and sucking it all the way to his balls.

He groaned loudly "Suck it hard, baby, suck my cock."

I sucked it from head to base moving my mouth up and down stroking the stiff shaft all the while. Eventually I took my mouth away from his cock, pushed my face in between his legs, and began to lick and nibble the sac containing some very hard balls. I filled my mouth with them, then began sucking them. I massaged them vigorously, and then returned my mouth to his cock. I loved the taste of him, the scent of him. It was overpowering. I loved the feel of the head of his cock in my mouth. It was soft and smooth. I outlined the ridge with my tongue and then buried as much of his cock as I could fit down my throat sucking it some more. I could hear him moaning while he filled his hands with my hair pulling it tightly from my scalp. He was telling me to suck harder, then to grip harder, then to pump his cock at the base as I sucked.

Again, it was his gentle firm words and tone of voice that seemed to drive me on. His voice was beginning to sound more demanding. I was hoping that he wouldn't cum to soon because I was beginning to feel another orgasm building in my pussy. The ache was deep within me as well as my clit. All of these urges I felt seemed to exist just from giving him this mouth fucking. He was so receptive and pleased it made me want to do more, to give more.

He gripped my hair tighter, pulling it as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. With a deafening yell, he made a final thrust and began to cum in my throat repeatedly. He pumped and pumped until he seemed to have lost all of his energy and his once erect, rock hard, throbbing dick slowly softened some and he withdrew it from my mouth. My knees gave way and I settled to the carpet sitting. I could feel the soft carpet fill in all the wet soft places between my legs. It felt so incredibly good. It seemed that all of my senses and nerve endings were on hyperactive alert and every feeling my body could feel was being felt.

He took his large frame and moved himself down until he was sitting beside me. I was surprised when he took those huge hands and gently brushed the hair from my face, wiped the spatters of cum, sweat and saliva from my face then leaned in to kiss me solidly on my mouth. He had the softest lips I had ever felt. His face was filled with the scent of my pussy and juices, his kisses tasted of my cum. I leaned into him hoping for more. He seemed to understand and did not attempt to stop kissing me for a very long time.

When the kiss was over, I moved over and wriggled my way between his arms and onto his lap. He was smiling widely as he pulled me in tightly to him. I started to kiss his neck working my way around to his ear where I focused my complete attention on nibbling the lobe and exploring his ear with my tongue. He pressed the side of his head into my face forcing my tongue to be even more engaged in the tongue bath his ear was receiving. The sounds he made now affirmed that I had found a place and a way that seemed to give him incredible pleasure. I worked my way delicately down his neck gently sucking and nibbling trying to touch every particle of skin covering his neck.

He gently took my hands from around his neck and pulled them downward toward the carpet. He placed them on the floor and I pulled myself onto my hands and knees. He then rose to his knees and moved behind me, placed his hands on my waist and pulled my rear into his groin where I felt his cock once again hard and waiting. He was as erect and hard as he had been earlier. My breasts were hanging down, my hair hanging across my shoulders hiding my face and my legs spread wide now exposing an open and glistening slit just waiting to be penetrated.

He pushed his cock to the entrance and began a slow insertion into my waiting hole. His cock only barely entered with its eager head and then he gently pulled it out. He did this several times until I finally said urgently to him, "Please put your cock in me now, I want you to fuck me, please now, I need you to fill me with your cock and pump it into me now, please." I was begging him and this was so unlike me. I desperately needed to feel him inside me. I wanted him to go as deeply inside of me as he possibly could and then thrust his cock into me over and over again. I ached for this, I needed this.

He accommodated my begging with even more enthusiasm than I could have imagined. As he thrust himself into me, harder and harder, my knees buried themselves deeper into the carpet and my thighs tightened each muscle in them to hold my body steady. My breasts began to sway with such force that the heaviness gave them the sway and rhythm of a pendulum swaying to the constant motion of our bodies moving together in heated passion.

I began to thrust back into him with my ass and with each movement. I thrust harder. He moaned and I groaned, we continued until we both melded together and stiffened. We locked our bodies together for a long series of spasms offered by each of our bodies indicating that we both let ourselves enjoy a very long and very powerful orgasm. I felt my pussy grip his cock like it intended to keep it there snared for its own private satisfaction. I thought the grip would never loosen but finally those muscles involuntarily let themselves relax.

After his body had an appropriate time for his cock to complete the mission it was fulfilling he pulled it from my pussy leaving it stretched with remnants of accumulated cum dripping from his cock and running down my legs. I felt the fullness once enjoyed inside of me become a void that was overwhelmingly noticeable. For a brief moment my body felt complete while filled with his cock.

I started to let my body relax and lower itself to the floor when I felt his hand hold me up in this elevated position by once again grasping my pussy and pushing upward. When he felt my body respond to his grasp and my thighs once again tightened the muscles to hold me up he removed his hand from between my legs replacing it with his face. Once again, he buried his face between my legs for a last fling between his tongue and my now completely drenched and exposed slit revealing a stretched, receptive pussy. When he was finished, we both slithered to the floor and lay next to each other staring up in the direction of the window across the front of the suite. It was his prize but somehow I felt like I won.

We stayed on the floor and began talking and laughing. At some point, we both ended up relaxed leaning with our backs resting against the sofa. I listened to him share bits of information about himself and realized there was so much to know about him. I loved listening to him talk. As he conversed with me, he continued to stroke and explore my body with his fingers but it did not seem to me like he was even aware of what his hands were doing. He was focusing only on what we were discussing at that moment. We had the same humor. I found myself laughing aloud much of the time and the rest of the time, I smiled effortlessly at his wonderful thoughts and recollections.

As it turned out photography was only something he started during his retirement. He was also a writer of fiction and non-fiction as well as erotica. We continued this fascinating exchange of information for some time the result being that we seemed like old friends who had known each other for decades. During a moment when there was an unexpected silence we found ourselves in an embrace. This embrace was so much more familiar than previously when it was passionate, new and intriguing.

After holding me in his arms for a very long embrace, he pulled back and asked me if I was hungry. I quickly nodded in the affirmative and he suggested we order something from room service. He made a joke about Allen having paid for everything but I knew that paying for room service was not a very big consideration for him. I laughed back though and suggested we make sure to get the good stuff. He laughed too, then picked up the house phone from the end table closest to him and began an order of several appetizers from the menu, then added "Please add something decadent and chocolate for my guest." I just stared with a glowing smile in total amazement. I knew this was a certain assumption on his part since most people loved decadence from time to time and chocolate is rarely wrong.

While waiting for room service I asked him if he had a copy of the prize-winning photograph with him. He said he did but he would rather show me what he took the winning photograph of first and after he had shown me what he photographed he would let me see the original. I was very puzzled but told him I would love that.

He asked me to sit on the sofa and spread my legs. While I was moving myself up on the sofa, he disappeared to the bedroom. When he returned, he had a small black satin bag. He told me to lie back with my head comfortably on the sofa pillow and draw my leg on the inside of the sofa up bending my knee. I did as he asked.

He removed to gold balls from the satin bag and placed his fingers between my labia spreading the lips slightly. He inserted the cherry size gold balls into my pussy and removed his fingers. When he finished he asked me to stand up and walk around the room.

It was the most incredibly exciting feeling. These little balls had little bells inside of them and the balls rubbed together but the little bells tinkled away as I walked. The pleasure I felt within my pussy as I walked had me smiling, and then laughing.

While I was introducing this new sensation to my pussy that included vibrations, running through my clit like small electrical charges James once again began to photograph me.

"I cannot believe this!" I exclaimed. "It is amazing."

"Then you will understand that the photograph I used to win the erotic photography competition was entitled ‘BenWa Pleasure‘."

We continued the evening becoming better acquainted James offered the wonderful little tinkling balls as a gift which I was only to happy to accept. Just before midnight, we said our goodbyes and he told me I was an exquisite first prize. He walked me to the car and kissed me tenderly, and returned me to the waiting driver. We exchanged contact information and promised to remain in contact with each other.

We have not seen each other since that incredible evening we spent together, but I think of him often as I push those little reminders into my pussy and take them for a walk now and again. I find myself smiling at everyone who gets near me. I like to call it my BenWa pleasure walk.

It was from one of these walks that I was returning when I saw a very welcome and familiar site on my front porch. "Ciao, Bella!" Allen called out to me.

"Well, Allen how are you? It is so good to see you, what brings you here, to my front porch." I asked, walking a little faster.

When I finally arrived at the front porch we sat down on my porch swing and Allen began to explain his unannounced visit.

He said that the exhibit of photographs had been finalized and was to open in the city this coming weekend. He wanted me to come and was delivering my invitation in person.

I was so excited. I told him of course I would be there. The first thought that entered my mind was that James would be there to. I immediately asked Allen if James would be arriving early for the show.

He looked at me and his smile disappeared as he said, "Bella, of course James will be there. An entire segment of the show will be a presentation of his photography."

"Then why the glum face?" I asked.

"Lynn, he will be escorting his wife of twenty-five years." he practically whispered. "I'm sorry Bella, I thought you knew." he finished.

"I had no idea Allen, no idea at all." was all I could manage to get out.