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 There is something about the words ‘blow’ and ‘blowing’ that puts most guys’ cocks on edge, especially when they are said, in any context, by a sexy girl. Over the years, I’ve worked as a sound-man at a number of TV news stations and one of my biggest thrills has been when one of these gorgeous young weather girls so many stations now have talks about ‘blowing snow.” For me, there’s a particular reason for this. You see, my name is Snow… Charlie Snow.

Never in my 20-year career in TV have I ever longed for one of these sexy weather girls to say those two magical words than right now. The young woman they have reporting the weather at the station where I now work is so gorgeous, so sexy, and dresses so enticingly in tight tops, pants and skirts, that I dream of the day I’ll wake up to see snow swirling around crazily outside my window.

Unfortunately, though, that isn’t likely to happen… I live in a southern state, and at the southern end of it, where snow of any kind is as rare as a nun prostitute (at least, I assume that’s rare), and blowing snow seems damned near impossible.

The girl’s name (and I apologize for using the word ‘girl’ instead of woman; but, to me, any female I’d love to make passionate love to is a girl, because I still consider myself, in my late thirties, a boy)… anyway, the girl’s name is Evelyn, and she is average height, has an amazing figure (nice breasts and a sweet little ass), and has the most stunningly beautiful face I’ve seen on TV, along with long, silky blonde hair (Gawd! I love girls with silky, long blonde hair).

Every day, she wears tight sweaters or blouses that show off her wonderful breasts and either a sexy short skirt or nice tight pants to highlight an ass I long to fuck. That said, it is her mouth I’d MOST love to fuck… it is SOOOOOO sexy. Gawd! There are times when she says something and her mouth forms a little ‘O’ or just opens wide that I wish I could just rush onto the set and insert my already hard and swollen dick into it and down her throat, and start pumping.

I’d never do this, of course. In fact, around women I’m the perfect gentleman… I hold doors for them (though I do that for everyone, to be honest, because that’s how I was raise)… I’m always polite… I never make sexual innuendos. Hell! I’m a perfect little choir boy… around women. I’ve fucked the mouth of every single gorgeous woman I’ve ever met or seen… in my mind.

That said, one day in the summer, perhaps because it was summer, we were all feeling pretty casual after work and somehow everyone ended up sitting around talking about sex… and I admitted my fantasy about rushing onto the set, while still live, to fuck the mouth of any gorgeous weather girl who’d just said the words ‘blowing snow’. “After all,” I said, “my name IS Snow.”

“No offense, Evelyn,” I immediately said to the beautiful blonde sitting across from me. The last thing I wanted to do is make her, of all people, mad at me.

Luckily, though she was shaking her head in disbelief, she was laughing too. And then she said something that took my breath away.

“Okay, lover-boy,” she said. “The day I say ‘blowing snow’ on the air because there’s blowing snow right outside, you’ll get your wish.”

“You’d blow him live?” another cameraman said.

She laughed. “Okay… maybe I won’t be LIVE, but HE can be. I’ll kneel out of sight and blow him while HE gives the weather report. But it HAS to be blowing snow right here in town. It can’t be off in the mountains somewhere.”

“Okay,” the producer piped in. “But if there IS blowing snow outside, you have to use those words. No ‘swirling snow’ or ‘drifting snow’ type shit.”

“Okay,” Evelyn said, still smiling.

“And I want to be blown too,” the producer said. “I am, after all, the producer.”

“And me,” said the male news anchor. He was a bit of a pompous ass, but not terrible.

“Me too.” “Me too.” “Me too,” said the other three male members of the television crew who happened to be in on this conversation.

“Agreed,” Evelyn said, smiling confidently as she shook everyone’s hand. “The next time I say ‘blowing snow’ on the air because there’s blowing snow right outside, I’ll blow every one of you… LIVE!”

I grimaced. The likelihood of this ever coming to fruition was so miniscule I knew I’d never get my wish.

But then something highly unexpected, if not miraculous, happened and I didn’t have to wait long at all to have my fantasy fulfilled.

The very next January, I awoke pretty sleepy from a restless night, and didn’t even bother to look outside my window until a bit later. I was literally at the kitchen table of my apartment, drinking coffee, when I happened to glance outside.

I dropped my cup.

“Shit!” I gasped. It was snowing. And not just snowing, it was a real whiteout. The previous evening, Evelyn had predicted a below-average cold night and morning, but the mercury had obviously REALLY bottomed out. And it was snowing. Usually when it got cold around here, it was because the air was so dry it didn’t hold heat. It almost never even rained when it was cold, let alone snow. But it was snowing.

I slipped on a coat and hat and rushed down 5 flights of stairs, through the lobby and outside to see everything up close. The wind nearly knocked me over, and I had to close my eyes because of the… blowing snow.

‘Double shit!’ The only issues (BIG issues) now were (1) if it would last long enough for Evelyn to need to report it… two minutes of snow and wind probably wouldn’t muster up much comment, especially since – hadn’t Evelyn said it had to be snowing at the time?; (2) would Evelyn use the words ‘blowing snow’?; and (3) would she, or anyone else, even remember our little agreement?

I got to work early, I was so excited. I literally was breathless all morning… it was hard breathing with my heart in my throat. And the snow kept falling. As it turns out, Evelyn showed up wearing one of my favorite outfits of hers: a V-neck sweater with various shades of browns and orange on it in a kind of wave-like pattern, her sexiest pair of tight brown dress pants, the color of light chocolate, and dark brown spike heels. Gawd! It was hard for me to keep my cock from busting right out of my pants.

She smiled at everyone so naturally, I was sure she’d forgotten. Given that no one else had mentioned the deal, maybe everyone else had too. But that’s when the producer piped in:

“What do you think of this weather, Evelyn?”

She chuckled. “Pretty crazy. The snow and the wind.”

“Blowing snow,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She nodded. “Blowing snow,” she repeated, calmly.

Now, to be honest, we half expected Evelyn to just back out of the deal… to say she’d been joking. But she didn’t. With a look of resolve on her face, she stood up and walked over to where the rest of the crew were sitting, and asked:

“So… how are we going to do this?”

“Do what?” a couple of the crew asked innocently.

She shook her head in mock disgust, then looked towards the cameramen. “Can you set the cameras high enough that they won’t pick up what I’m doing?”

“What will you be doing, Evelyn?” one guy asked, playfully raising his eyebrows.

“Entertaining you guys,” she said.

“Sure,” the three cameramen nodded in synchrony.

“And can YOU give a weather report?” she looked right at me.

“Uh… sure.” I was still waiting desperately for her to say something about actually blowing me.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Just be sure to cum in my mouth where I can swallow it, and NOT on my clothes.”

Bingo! I sighed with relief and nodded in disbelief. This was actually going to happen.

We agreed that her first weather update should be like her usual reports, so she could actually say those two magic words (“blowing snow”); and then we’d insert me for the second report.

“Obviously, you won’t be able to walk around,” the producer told me. “And Evelyn… all the cameras will be set about 3 inches above your head with the zoom on, so we just catch Snow from the chest up. But don’t go standing up or anything.”

She laughed. Of course not!

As usual, the show started with the male and female news anchors, Bill and Carol, sitting behind a desk chatting, then turning to Evelyn who had joined them. She calmly announced that she was breaking in a new guy “to take my place from time to time… don’t worry fans, I’m not going anywhere.”

I’m sure that about 3 million horny men across the basin gave a collective sigh at that. No guy in his right mind wanted to lose this girl!

It was the female anchor, in fact, who really set the stage for Evelyn.

“What do you think of all this wind and snow?” she asked the sexy blonde.

“It’s really blowing out there,” Evelyn answered with a smile.

“Sure leaves a bitter taste in your mouth,” the male anchor chimed in with a smirk.

Evelyn laughed. “It sure does,” she said.

Then it was Evelyn’s turn to stand up and give her first weather update. Only perhaps to those of us who’d seen her every day for over a year did she seem at all nervous as she reported on “the blowing snow” that had hit the area that day. “We had blowing snow this morning,” she said… “and blowing snow this afternoon… and there’s still blowing snow out there now.”

I nearly cum in my pants.

“The good news is that it should warm up a bit tomorrow, and we shouldn’t have any more snow blowing around… at least for a little while.” And then she gave her warmest and sexiest smile EVER.

Oh fuck!

And then she went on to describe the 5-day forecast.

“Back to you Bill and Carol,” she said finally, with a heart-melting smile.

“Thanks Evelyn.”

And that’s when the camera and set-up crew sprang into action.

I was dragged onto the set and told I’d have to stand to the side and angle sideways to the main camera so I could see the screen behind me and point as necessary, but also still see a big teleprompter screen that I’d basically just read; since, despite all my years watching weather reports 5 days a week, I didn’t REALLY know what I’d be talking about. I was a sound man… that didn’t mean I really listened.

“Which side would you prefer to be facing?” the producer asked me.

I told him I’d rather be on the right side facing left. I don’t know why. Maybe I was foreshadowing what was about to happen, because I later would come to feel that, as gorgeous as she was from any angle, Evelyn’s right side was a tad sexier than her left.

“No worries,” the producer said, and the teleprompter was slid into position.

Evelyn was given a cute little cushion to kneel on and took her place too.

“Let’s practice a little bit,” the main cameraman said.

Evelyn deftly unzipped me and, as I watched almost in horror (I was SO nervous), leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth, as non-hesitatingly and calmly as if she was about to suck on a Popsicle. Before it had grown to its full length, my dick seemed small and old and wrinkly to me, and I was suddenly embarrassed by it. But, as Evelyn slid her mouth back and forth a few times, her eyes aimed towards the camera, I rapidly grew.

By the time she paused, the cock in her mouth was shiny and thick and almost rock hard (and far from small). I was still a couple of inches inside her mouth when Evelyn’s beautiful eyes quickly glanced up at me… and I almost shot my load right there and then. Then her eyes found the cameraman.

“Hmm hmmm?” she asked him.

“That’s perfect, Evelyn,” he said. “Just stay in that position while we’re filming you and you’ll be hidden. Remember, though, that the camera is set roughly three inches above the top of your head right now.” Then he smiled. “Don’t worry. You’ll be hidden. Since it’s all recorded for the website, I’ll even show you the video afterwards so you can see for yourself.”

Evelyn popped off me, leaned back against her shoes, and nodded. Then she smiled up at me and winked. Gawd! Her eyes were amazing!

“Good luck,” she said.

“You too,” I sighed.

And then we heard Carol say… “And now our own Charlie Snow is going to tell us about all the blowing snow we’ve been having.”

And the producer gave the signal that we were on the air in 5 seconds, 4 seconds, three seconds…

‘2½ minutes’, I thought to myself. I’d just have to last 2½ minutes.

Go!

For about thirty seconds or so, everything went perfect. But then there was a series of unfortunate events that spelled Evelyn’s doom.

Even with Evelyn blowing me, I had remained pretty calm and focused. Reading the teleprompter wasn’t so bad, as I was a good reader; and I just sort of waved my arm around at the screen behind me like I’d seen Evelyn do. But then there was the first glitch… the teleprompter screen froze about 30 seconds into my update, and I along with it.

“Improvise!” the cameraman whispered loudly, suddenly straightening up to make sure I saw him… that’s when glitch #2 happened; because, while standing up straight, he’d accidentally knocked the camera a bit, angling it downwards.

“Shit!” he whispered a little louder.

Quickly, he grabbed the camera to correct the angle.

Throughout all this, Evelyn had kept slowly sliding her luscious mouth back and forth along my shaft; but when she heard the cameraman say “Shit” she instinctively leaned upright to see around the lights aimed our way and turned to face the camera, my cock still in her mouth (Glitch #3: when we watched the video later, not only did she stare right into a camera aimed right at her, leaving no doubt at all about who the girl blowing Charlie Snow was… but she’d also raised the top of her head about 6 inches, a mistake she never corrected).

“It’s okay,” the cameraman whispered, and Evelyn resumed the slow, rhythmic bobbing of her head.

The second “Shit” came when the cameraman glanced into the side screen to see what the camera was capturing and noticed that, with Evelyn kneeling more upright than she had been, the top of her head was now visible, her blonde hair bobbing to and fro. Not her face… just the top of her head. But there was no doubt at all as to what some girl was doing to lucky Charlie Snow.

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispered when Evelyn paused and turned towards the camera again. He’d just hit the ZOOM IN button to close in on me and remove Evelyn’s head… or so he thought.

By the time he’d reassured Evelyn and me that all was okay and had time to glance down to see that little side-screen again, at least 10 more seconds had past.

“Oh shit!” he said a third time, so softly this time no one else heard it. He’d just made the biggest mistake of all (Glitch #4)… instead of hitting the ZOOM IN button, in his rush he’d unintentionally hit the ZOOM RESET button right next to it, which had returned the camera to the default, full ZOOM OUT position he usually started these weather updates with, meaning that Evelyn was fully visible now… every inch of her from her knees resting on that cute little cushion and her sexy high-heeled shoes to the top of her head, and she was obliviously sliding to and fro along my cock. Not only that, but the earlier gaffe had made her camera conscious, so she had angled her head a bit towards the camera.

It wasn’t even worth fixing now. All that the cameraman could do in a desperate attempt to salvage his and everyone else’s job was to try to make everything that had just happened look intentional. Evelyn and Carol had both mentioned blowing snow. My name was Snow. Maybe it’d just be perceived by the public and by management as a sick, racy joke. Or maybe the station could publicly claim that the show had been hacked and that this wasn’t the REAL Evelyn, but some superimposed fake video. Of course, probably not. Chances were that the entire crew, and Evelyn, would be fired. He might as well have a bit of fun.

So he zoomed in on Evelyn’s gorgeous face as she continued to suck me. She paused a couple of times to eye the cameraman. He just gave her a big thumbs-up sign. And then he zoomed out to capture her perfect little ass, which was moving in and out sensuously in time with the bobbing of her head. THAT, in retrospect, might have been what saved us from total ruin, as the station owner is a self-professed ass man.

By this time, the teleprompter had come back up, so I was breathing a bit more easily, or as easily as I could whilst having my cock lovingly sucked by the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. I was actually starting to feel pretty good about things. And then I erupted into Evelyn’s mouth just after the report ended. Evelyn looked up at me and opened up wide to show me her cum-bathing tongue and I nearly peed myself. Then she calmly closed her mouth, smiled, and swallowed. And I was feeling like the cat who’d eaten the canary… very, VERY pleased with myself.

“How’d it go?” Evelyn asked, leaning back again against her shoes to look at the cameraman.

“Houston,” he said, slowly. “We have a problem.”

He started explaining how he’d bumped the camera when the teleprompter froze and he’d stood up to whisper to me, and how Evelyn had also knelt more upright, while the rest of us held out the pathetically-optimistic delusion that perhaps no one would notice. Maybe all people would see was a transient blur that looked like a camera glitch. But when he described the ZOOM RESET issue, and started complimenting Evelyn on how lovely her ass looked, and how truly beautiful she appeared the whole time with a cock in her mouth… everyone else fell silent.

For the next few minutes, Evelyn and I and the producer and the two other cameramen and the sound-man watched in horror as Evelyn’s first full on-air blowjob replayed… almost two full minutes of Evelyn in unmistakable action, including several lovely poses of her pausing to stare right into the camera, my cock in her mouth.

“nice ass, Evelyn,” one of the cameramen said quietly when the camera focused on it.

“I’m sorry Evelyn. I’m sorry you guys,” cameraman #1 said when the video was over. “It’s all my fault.”

Now… Evelyn could have played the irate star and started screaming and blaming and insulting him and everyone else. But she didn’t. She just said that she’d had fun, thanked me for cumming in her mouth and not on her sweater, and promised to blow everyone else after work.

“I’ll do it outside in the parking lot if you want,” she said.

“Really?” people asked.

“Sure.” What the hell! She’d just given a blowjob on prime-time TV. Why care if a few passers-by saw her doing it again in a parking lot?

It was only a few minutes later that the station owner called to speak to the producer. Evelyn had returned to her seat at the anchor desk to await her next and, she presumed, probably one of her final weather updates, at least at this station or anywhere near here. (Later, she’d tell me how weird it was for her to be sitting there behind the anchor desk knowing that several million viewers had just watched her sucking cock.)

The producer had an extremely stunned expression on his face when he hung up the phone.

“Which one of you guys wants to do the next weather report?” he asked, his face expressionless.

“What?” Had only Evelyn been fired?

“Apparently, the phones upstairs have been ringing off the hook and EVERYONE loves what just happened… so the Big B wants Evelyn to do it all again… another blowjob, a different guy. Just… don’t make it look so accidental this time.”

Huh?

“Take 2: The lovely Evelyn sucking dick on prime-time TV, guys. Let’s snap to it!” he said with authority.

We didn’t have time to explain to Evelyn what had been said when she quickly rushed over from the anchor desk to give her next weather update, so she was surprised to be met by the producer himself, standing as if waiting to give the weather report, with that little cushion lying at his feet; and even more surprised when he gently pushed her back down onto her knees. In a couple of seconds, he’d pulled his cock out for her.

“Trust me on this,” he told her. “And blow me. Don’t worry about the cameras; they’ll be aimed RIGHT AT YOU. Pretend that you’re a porn star. Now start sucking.”

Evelyn nodded and started.

Five, four, three, two…

“Blowing snow! Blowing snow! Blowing snow!” the producer said when the camera light flicked on. “Everywhere, blowing snow, even here in our studio!” And that’s when a key portion of the last report was flashed up on the screen, where scenes of the air or maps or upcoming high and low temperatures usually appeared… but this time it was Evelyn on her knees giving a blowjob.

“And since we have our own Charlie Snow, we’ve all gotten to enjoy our own amazing Evelyn putting words into action. And now the viewers have spoken and said… ‘why not every day, like the spirit of Christmas?’ What do YOU think, Evelyn?”

And that’s when Evelyn looked up to see all three cameras suddenly and very clearly aimed right at her.

“Hmm hmmm!” she said, sweetly, looking right into the main camera with the producer’s cock in her mouth. And it sounded so much like ‘of course!’ (which is, incidentally, what she’d said) that everyone was pleased.

“So… instead of watching me ramble on about how cold and windy and snowy it’s been,” the producer continued, the cameras now zoomed out to capture both him and the working weather girl, “let’s just sit back and enjoy Evelyn’s good work, putting some real warmth and sunshine back into prime time TV.” And then all the cameras went back just to her.

And Evelyn, ever the professional, knew JUST what to do and gave the show of her life. Slowly and sensuously, tilting her head one way and then the next, she slid her mouth up and down the producer’s hard shaft, pulling all the way back until just his cock head remained in her mouth, and then sliding forward until the cock was completely submerged inside her lips. And, all the while, her eyes remained wide open watching the camera.

Recalling what the one guy had said about her ass, she even remembered to angle her bum towards the camera from time to time. She was a natural at this!

And the three cameramen, also professional, did everything they could, from all angles, to make Evelyn look wonderful, both live and on the big screen right behind her, where what she was doing now was being transmitted directly… Evelyn was giving a blowjob in stereo for millions of adoring fans. This time, the report lasted until AFTER Evelyn’s mouth was full of cum, and she proudly opened it up to show this to the mobile camera that was brought forward, before closing her mouth again, looking right into the main camera, smiling, swallowing demonstrably, and then opening her mouth up again in a smile to prove that the cum was gone.

“Linda Lovelace couldn’t have done any better,” someone behind me said.

At the anchor desk this time, Carol and Bill even joked with Evelyn about her “exciting new career in the movie business” and how maybe they’d be the ones out of a job “after this becomes a 24-hour weather channel.”

“Are you having fun, Evelyn?” Carol asked her.

“Yes,” Evelyn smiled sincerely. “I am.”

And so, for the next weather update, Evelyn knelt to blow all three cameramen and the replacement sound-man, who were lined up in a little semi-circle on the right facing left, with the blonde kneeling in front of the two men in the middle, her mouth going from one to the next to the next to the next and back again, all three cameras capturing her… and the TV screen split to show all three angles… the rest of the production crew was starting to get into this too.

Carol was now standing on the left side of the set (as you face it) giving the actual weather report, two of the main cameras set up permanently to capture the entire seen, while the producer manned the third to capture close-ups of Evelyn in action. And so the scene could continue until Evelyn had swallowed loads from all four men, Bill then joined Carol on the right side of the set and the two anchors did the general news standing right there, with Evelyn continuing her news-making activities on the right.

The show ended up with Evelyn kneeling to blow Bill in FRONT of the anchor desk, while Carol sat behind the desk reporting on the news in the background. By this time, Evelyn was really into her part, and gave poor old Bill a blowjob for the ages. All pretense that the news was what was important was lost, with Carol merely a voice in the background. All cameras were focused on the weather girl, who’d been reminded how sexy her ass was in those brown pants she was wearing and made every attempt to show it off whenever she sensed a camera on it.

As for the blowjob itself, she’d also been told how gorgeous and elegant she looked with all these cocks in her mouth, and now worked to be as pretty and as elegant as she could be. All the time, she kept her face tilted towards and eyes focused on either one or the other camera she could see (the third was mostly behind her to capture her sweet behind), her eyes reaching out to the millions of appreciative TV viewers for whom she had changed TV programming forever.

And every so often, she took Bill all the way into her throat and just held him there, her eyes still focused on the nearest camera. Man! She looked lovely!

The huge cum-load Bill gave her was not the last she’d drink either; because, when she was back behind the anchor desk with Bill and Carol, a male member of the production crew brought out a big glass of cum for her to drink, then quickly slipping Carol a little note.

“This, apparently, is a final little treat for you from the remaining production crew,” Carol said with a big smile. “Everyone’s getting into the spirit of giving today.”

“Thanks guys,” Evelyn said, the camera zooming right in to capture her drinking every last drop.

The hour-long show ended with Bill commenting on “all the blowing going on around here” and Evelyn saying again that she’d really had “a lot of fun.”

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Bill said.

“I’d LOVE to,” Evelyn said, looking right into the camera, and she clearly meant it. She just hoped that she wouldn’t be fired and not get the chance.

That was the early evening news. The mid-evening and late evening news were a more subdued while management apparently considered what their next step was; though they insisted that Evelyn “blow that Charlie Snow guy” again, with her second update on each show, after telling viewers about the bet she’d lost at the anchor desk before heading over to do her update.

“The wind is blowing snow and so is our weather girl,” Bill announced, as Evelyn left to give her ‘report’.

Well… the station phones kept ringing and ringing and ringing throughout the night, including calls from around the country from people, mostly but not exclusively men, saying how great our last three shows were, especially the weather report. Evelyn should do this every single day. Maybe she SHOULD have her own 24-hour channel. And so on.

The station manager called the entire crew, including me, Bill, Carol and Evelyn into his office early the very next afternoon.

“You really shouldn’t have done that without telling us first,” he told us all. “But… having said that… censorship laws HAVE been relaxed and it IS legal to show oral sex on T.V. now… and we’ve received NOTHING but positive feedback.” He looked straight at Evelyn. “Prime-time viewers love you even more than before, Evelyn. And the cable companies that carry our station love you too… there’s been a record number of new sign-ups since yesterday’s show… more than 16,000 new customers overnight.”

Suddenly, it dawned on me what our boss was saying. I’d still assumed he’d be furious and want to immediately fire us all. But he did not.

“You want us to do it all again?” the producer asked in disbelief.

“Don’t make the whole show about it,” he told us, with a wink. “The news and weather are still important… you want to focus on the news and weather. But you guys CAN have some fun if you want. And if you happen to catch Evelyn accidentally or on purpose, once in awhile… well… I certainly don’t see any harm in that.”

“How often is ‘once in awhile?’” the producer asked.

“Oh… I don’t know. Once or twice for each hour show, at least to start.” He smiled. “Probably more later. We’ll see what viewers want.”

“Every show?”

“Of course.” Then he smile: “Evelyn, you get to blow me on the air tonight.”

Well… did WE all breathe a sigh of relief!!!

That evening, the early evening news edition started with Bill and Carol talking with Evelyn at the main anchor desk about the previous day’s program and what a positive stir it had caused.

“If you in the viewing public would like a voice in this,” Carol then announced, “just call either one of the two station numbers listed on the screen below within the next ten minutes and let us know how OFTEN you’d like to see our lovely weather girl’s mouth put to such good use: dial either of these two phone numbers and then enter #1 if you’d like Evelyn giving one or two blowjobs a day on the air, #2 if you’d like it 3 to 5 times a day, and #3 if you’d like Evelyn on her knees blowing someone with every single weather update. We’ll let you know the results after the next commercial break.”

“In the meantime, Evelyn,” Bill said, standing up “why don’t you and I both go tell people what the weather is like outside?”

By the time Evelyn and Bill had returned from Bill reporting on the weather and Evelyn blowing Bill – with all three cameras trained right on her (she was wearing black pants and heels and a yellow blouse and looked fantastic again), the results of the viewer poll were in. These results astounded and pleased everyone: 137 people had voted for choice#1; 256 had voted #2; and a whopping 17,998 (97.8% of all voters) had voted #3.

“It looks like the viewing public has spoken all but unanimously, and you’ve got an exciting new role on this show, Evelyn,” Carol said.

“It’ll be fun,” Evelyn said, smiling ear to ear.

“A girl of amazing talents,” Bill added.

“Thanks,” Evelyn said.

Evelyn did all the remaining weather updates that show, and the mid evening show, and the late evening show on her knees: a smiling Evelyn reporting the weather via a prerecorded inset in the upper right corner of the screen while the rest of the screen showed Evelyn LIVE and on her knees sucking a different cock every time (and sometimes more than one), bobbing her head sensuously back and forth while staring into the camera until her mouth filled up with cum.

She’d finally swallow, smile and say… “Now it’s back to you guys.”

“Thanks Evelyn,” Bill or Carol would reply.

And each show that first evening of the new, IMPROVED evening news show ended with Evelyn blowing the station owner in front of the anchor desk while Carol and Bill asked him about the station’s decision to feature Evelyn like this at every weather update, including exciting weekly draws to bring dozens of lucky male viewers in every week for the station’s weather girl to suck.

“The public has spoken,” he said with a smile, his hand furthest from the camera on Evelyn’s head helping her bob into and out of his groin. “People want reality TV? Well… this definitely is real, isn’t it Evelyn?”

“Hmm hmmmmmmm!!!” she answered, enthusiastically.