The days when sports newscasters are overweight, middle-aged men sitting behind a desk appear to be over. I guess it’s because stations have figured out that most sports news viewers are horny men. So now, instead of those fat guys behind desks, more and more stations are having hot babes with ruby red lips standing right out in the open wearing jeans so tight, their panties have to be measured for material width. That’s certainly how it is at our station, where our girl recently put her lips to work MAKING, rather than just reporting, the news.
It started innocuously enough. Darcy was standing in the studio in her traditional tight jeans and heels, reporting on an inter-league baseball game; and then, suddenly, she made a comment about a rookie pitcher taking his first swing of the bat.
“That guy chokes up on the bat more than I do,” she said, only realizing after she’d said it what most viewers would be thinking. But then she made it worse, by putting her hand up to her mouth, laughing, and saying: “Whoops! I can’t believe I just said that.”
Well, our producer couldn’t let Darcy get away with that one; so suddenly, from off stage but loud enough to be picked up on audio, he called out: “Hey! We’ve got some bats over here you can choke up on.”
Unbelievably, Darcy took the bait. “Okay, guys,” she said, looking right at them, but still on the air. “I’ll choke on all your bats if the Jays make the playoffs this year.”
“On the air?” the producer called out, sensing an opportunity.
“You bet,” Darcy smiled confidently.
In fact, she WAS confident, because our beloved Jays were 7½ games out of a playoff spot, with just 10 games to play. But, in retrospect, she should have done her homework; because the home team was going to be playing all of their last 10 games at home, where they’d been nigh unbeatable for the past 6 weeks, and they had one 3-game set to close out the season against the team they were chasing. If, by some miracle, they could narrow the gap to 3 games by then, they’d have a chance. Still, who could have imagined the Bombers losing 6 of 8, and the Jays winning 7 straight going into the final series? But, along the way, the Jays swept a four game series against a last place rival, and the Bombers were swept in a 3-game series against a team that, admittedly, had had their number all year long. Suddenly, the gap was 4 games with 6 to go. Still pretty improbable. But when the Bombers lost 3 of 5 at home, and the Jays extended their winning streak to seven, the most improbable had happened, and the gap had been narrowed to two games by the time the Bombers came to town for the final 3-game series.
In the final days leading up to this, letters kept pouring in asking if Darcy really was going to keep her promise, on the air, if the unimaginable happened. When asked by the producer, Darcy replied that she would, if he’d let her. Of course, given the overwhelmingly positive fan response and a letter from the head office encouraging him to go with it, he was happy to. And we, at the station, teasingly placed three Bomber bobble-head dolls on Darcy’s desk at the back of the studio set, in plain view during all telecasts, with plans to knock one over for each game the Jays kept winning. And, being two games back with three to play, they HAD to keep winning.
“Is the home team going to force me to my knees?” was how Darcy opened each of her pre-recorded half-hour shows the morning after the first game. Sure enough, like the team was giving 110% effort just for Darcy, they managed to pull out what seemed like a sure loss by scoring three in the bottom of the ninth to tie; and then won it 6-5 on a bloop single, scoring a runner from third in the eleventh inning.
The morning after the next game, Darcy again stood in front of her desk with one bobble-head down, excitedly asking the question: Would a solo home run in the first inning stand up and put me one step away from Gagsville?” she asked. And then she happily reported, inning by inning, as it did, to secure the home team a 1-0 win. Now the teams were tied with one game to go. But there’d be no ties after the next game. Darcy either would be off the hook; or she’d go down in infamy as the pretty sportscaster whose mouth was gang-fucked on live, country-wide television.
The ‘Plays of the Day’ announcer announced – “Soon, Darcy, you’re going to be batting balls with your chin.”
Darcy laughed and said she certainly hoped so.
The next evening, the station ran a special, 3-hour show during the live broadcast of the game, with Darcy seated between the two regular newscasters. Darcy seemed relaxed, her knees crossed, waving a little home team flag to demonstrate that she still as going to cheer for the Birds.
“This is the night, Darcy,” the one male newscaster, named Dave, reminded her. “When we find out whether or not you’ll be doing all your work below the belt for the next little while.”
“Uh huh,” Darcy answered, playfully grimacing, but then laughing.
They then replayed those few fateful moments from that fateful day when Darcy had committed herself to ‘choking up’ on all the guys’ bats, live. The other female commentator followed this by explaining that, being the good sport that she was “just before this broadcast, Darcy promised also to ‘go deep’ with TWENTY additional fans for every run in the margin of victory.”
“So, Darcy” Kim clarified, “if they win 8 to 2, you’ll be the designated gagger for 120 lucky fans?”
“Yup,” Darcy nodded, confidently.
“Wow!” Kim added.
“That’s a full blow, going deep?” Dave clarified.
“Yup,” Darcy confirmed. “I’m taking all the way,” she explained, looking straight into the camera as if speaking directly to those who soon might be fucking her throat.
“Wow! So who are you rooting for, Darcy?” Dave asked her.
“The Jays, of course! Woohoo!!!” she answered, puffing out her chest to reveal her home team T-shirt with the words ‘GO DEEP’ written in blue on the front, and waving her little flag. Of course, she probably was hoping for a close, one or two-run ball-game, to save her mouth too much extra work. Or a score like 5-2 would be perfect; some comfort going into the final few innings, but Darcy wouldn’t need to have kneepads permanently stitched to her jeans.
But the game wasn’t even close. Darcy knew she was cooked after the first inning, when the home team scored 8 runs to jump to an early 8-0 lead. They then added three more in the second to go up by eleven, and four more in the fourth to lead by fifteen. The route was on!
Through it all, Darcy kept waving her little flag and bravely cheering her team on. Meanwhile, increasingly as the outcome became less and less in doubt, hundreds of male fans in the stands pulled out placards pleading with Darcy to add at least one more to her list of randomly-chosen, free fan blowjobs. Darcy thought this was so, so sweet! She insisted that every guy holding a placard leaving the park be pulled aside and added to her list.
“So, what are you going to wear tomorrow?” Kim asked her in the fifth inning, taking this opportunity to prime the millions of men watching the game.
“Well,” Darcy answered proudly. “This t-shirt, and…” she stood up and spun around slowly to reveal her amazingly tight 5-pocket navy-blue designer jeans and 2½ inch black heels… “these jeans and heels.” She even took a moment to bend over a bit to show off her sweet, sweet ass.”I like them so much, I’m going to wash them when I get home.
“So they’ll be EXTRA tight,” Dave commented.
“Yup!” Darcy said proudly.
“Nice!” Dave replied, earnestly. Darcy had picked out unquestionably flattering jeans for her amazingly sweet little behind.
By the sixth inning, with the score still 15-0 and the Bomber batters still just whiffing at the ball, there was no doubt that Darcy would be on her knees and quite busy, starting the very next morning. But how busy and for how long still had to be determined. The Bombers certainly knew how to score runs. An offensive explosion might not save Darcy’s mouth from being porked, but it would lessen the number of times it would be.
‘Five runs would be nice,’ she thought to herself. Given how the game was going, getting off with just 200 blowjobs to strangers would be good.
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.
