Sex Factor

Sex Factor

My delight at being selected as a contestant for the Sex Factor Game Show was short-lived. Ten of us assembled at the television studios, five male and five female. We were led out in front of bright lights and cameras, lined up in front of a large studio audience and told to undress.

Our hands were then cuffed behind our backs and once this was done, the game show host picked out from the line, a pale, middle-aged, skinny housewife from Hull called Marlene and young spotty sales assistant from Dunstable called Lenny, and told them to step forward for round one. None of us in the line I would say at this point were particularly attractive.

Paul and Marlene were led to a huge pink bed and told to kneel on it facing each other, one at either end. Black shiny garbage bags were then pulled over their heads and taped tight around their necks. They were told that they would only be released once they had fucked each other. An orgasm had to be reached by one or other of the contestants before the bags could be taken off and they could breathe freely once again.

It didn’t take long for either of them to stop struggling and screaming with panic and to start getting on with it. Soon Lenny was on his back and Marlene was shifting herself round so she could kneel astride him. After some pretty anxious juggling about Lenny was eventually inside her and then started pumping away pretty rapidly, gasping and squealing with a kind of desperate delight, through their plastic masks as the air inside diminished.

Eventually they came together in a frenzied roar of eruption. Marlene fell back and immediately the young scantily clad female assistants dashed forward to take off the bags and release the handcuffs.

The audience cheered, the couple were dressed and lavished with prizes.

The next two contestants were chosen and were led to the large pink bed for round two. I glanced nervously at the remaining contestants and began to get anxious because I knew that, knowing my luck, I would be left to fuck the overweight taxi driver with the greasy hair at the end of the line. And sure enough I was.

Daniel Guy.