Padma Lakshmi sucks a man from every state in wild blowbang

As the clock struck midnight on the 22nd of September, 2020, men across the country tuned into brand new adult streaming service HuluX in their millions as its very first offering of original programming, a special adult edition of cooking show Taste the Nation with Padma Lakshmi, went live. The service had been available for download and subscription for the past week and those who had dug deep into their pockets to pay its extortionate monthly fees were treated to a close up shot of the titular host as she stood centre stage in a brightly lit studio.

“Hi,” she said as she addressed the camera. “Welcome to a special episode of Taste the Nation.”

The camera cut to a long shot, revealing a number of males of wildly differing appearance lined up behind her. Her buxom frame had been stuffed into an elegant, though distinctly form-fitting white designer dress. Shiny locks of jet black hair hang gracefully over her bare shoulders, her beautiful face coated, dabbed, powdered and otherwise adorned with a host of expensive cosmetics.

“Now, the eagle-eyed amongst you will have already noticed that the set up for this episode is a little different from the regular series, and for that there is a very simple reason. This episode of Taste the Nation will be very different to any you’ve seen before, and in today’s show I’ll be getting a rather more…shall we say, intimate taste for all the wonderful things this great nation has to offer.

“Lined up behind me are representatives of all fifty states,” the camera took a pan of the row of men stretching across the rear of the stage, “each one armed with a mightily large penis that I simply cannot wait to get a sample of. That’s right, guys. Over the course of the next two and a half hours, I’ll be tasting the cocks, cum, and God only knows what else, of every man on this stage, and I for one could not be more excited.”

The director cut to close ups of some of the men, the wily grins stretching across their faces suggesting that they were every bit as eager to get started as the host.

“OK, let’s get on with the show. Now, fifty men is a little too many for even an experienced cocksucker like me to handle. At once, anyway. So I’ve divided these guys into four groups.”

One of the cameramen followed Padma across the stage to where a large map of the United States was pinned against the wall.

“Northwest, Southwest, Southeast and Northeast,” she continued, pointing to each area with the tip of a yardstick. “Now, of course, there are two states that don’t fit into these categories, the freak states as they’re sometimes known, so I thought I’d go ahead and take care of them first. These men have flown all the way from Anchorage and Honolulu to be here today, so welcome to Taste the Nation, Alaska and Hawaii.”

In lieu of a studio audience, Padma was forced to applaud the two men herself as they stepped out from the line and made their way to the front of the stage. Hawaii was a bald, bronze-skinned man of an almost impossibly large build. Looking like he was dressed for a luau, his ultra-chiselled form had been squeezed into a Hawaiian shirt and board shorts, beach sandals smacking against the floor as he crossed the stage. Alaska’s representative was a half-Inuit man of a similar complexion, whose own light brown skin looked to be relishing a rare emergence from under the fur of his parka. The Los Angeles climate was far too warm for his usual get up, but feeling naked in less than two layers, the Anchorage native was wrapped up in a Nordic-style woollen sweater and a pair of black jeans.

“Hi, guys,” she said, beaming a gorgeous smile at them as they approached. “Great to have you here. Now, you guys both love getting blowjobs. Isn’t that right?”

The camera cut to both men as they nodded enthusiastically.

“What’s it like up in Alaska?” asked Padma. “Do you get a lot of head up there?”

“Well, there isn’t a lot to do up there, and when the options are that or ice fishing, most women leap at the chance! And let me tell you, nothing warms you up better than a hot, wet mouth around your rod.”

“OK, and how about you?” Padma added, turning to face Hawaii. “You must fill up a lot of mouths out there in the Pacific.”

“Oh, yeah! I work at a luxury resort and you wouldn’t believe the effect the sun and sea have on the visitors from the mainland. As soon as they touch down on the island, they’re practically itching to get a taste of the local delicacies. And when they see this stuffed into a pair of speedos,” he declared, gesturing down to the massive bulge practically spilling from his shorts, “it’s usually the first thing they order!”

“I’m sure it is,” Padma replied, looking like she was pretty keen to get a taste of it herself. “OK, let’s get to it, shall we?”

Not wanting to go another single second without a penis in her mouth, Padma lowered to a squat between the two men, stroking the decent-sized lumps swelling in their groins.

“Right, let’s see what we’re working with here.”

She turned towards Hawaii and tugged down his board shorts, his flaccid, though immensely lengthy cock uncoiling and flopping down almost to his knees.

“Aloha!” she exclaimed, her voice carrying an excited purr as she gazed at the trunk of meat swinging between his thighs.

Without a single other word to either her studio guests or the audience at home, Padma gripped Hawaii’s heavy, drooping cock, gaped her lips apart and fed it inside. Wrapping her lips around the swollen, bronzed bellend, Padma bobbed and dipped at Hawaii’s groin, stroking his girthy shaft and feeling it grow in her hands. Inch by inch, his rod disappeared, growing fuller and harder by the second until his surging arousal was throbbing against her tongue.

Drooling eagerly over every stretch that came her way, Padma left a sticky mess of saliva in her wake as she swallowed his shaft. Nearing the base in a matter of moments, Padma clasped his meaty thighs, lips puckering at his groin as she took him to the hilt. Cussing loudly in his native tongue, Hawaii looked down with gaping eyes as the Indian goddess guzzled his meaty pole, expelling its length in a spray of spit.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, desperately gasping for air. “That’s quite a mouthful.” She turned towards Alaska, looking up at him with her seductive hazelnut eyes. “What have you got for me, huh?”

Licking her lips at the sight of his bulge, Padma hurriedly unbuckled his belt, whipping down his jeans and undies in a single motion. Now utterly rigid, Alaska’s spear vaulted from his pants like a jack-in-the-box, his bulbous brown head nearly smacking the TV MILF in the face as it popped free.

“Damn!” she gushed, clutching the prick at the root and inspecting its girth. “The cold weather certainly didn’t shrink this one up, huh, guys?”

Placing her hands on Alaska’s thighs, Padma took the crown into her mouth, lips roaming along the shaft as she bobbed her pretty head. Sucking hungrily at his turgid pole, Padma doused Alaska’s shaft in a coat of spittle, thick drops dripping from the underside and trickling down her chin as she blew him. Spans of veiny meat quickly came and went, fingers digging into his thighs as her pouty red lips inched towards the hilt.

One final plunge and the whole thing had gone, his bulging head gliding past her tonsils and into her gullet. Holding it inside for as long as she could, Padma pushed against Alaska’s thighs, expelling his rod from the depths of her throat. Spit rained from the shaft and her lips in equal measure, soaking into her dress and practically baring her breasts through the silky fabric.

“Ooh, wow!” she purred, gripping both poles and giving them a stroke. “These are some big cocks you have here, guys.”

Both dripping wangs pointing at her face, Padma gripped them at the root, taking Hawaii into her mouth and sucking him deep before swiftly retracting and switching to Alaska. Padma’s glossy, dark hair swished across her shoulder blades as she switched from one large cock to the next, releasing each one with a loud *POP* as she swallowed up the other. Both of the light brown dongs leaking profusely, twin rivers of precum trickled across her tongue, merging as one and flowing into her throat.

Keeping Hawaii between her lips, she reached up and stroked Alaska, his spit-slathered pole twitching in her mits as she jerked it off. Swollen head throbbing against her tongue, Hawaii placed a hand at the back of her head. Gently guiding her along his twitching pole, that fat, monstrous girth vanished between her lips. In a matter of moments, she’d choked it down once more, drops of his sticky jou dripping down into her tummy as its meaty thickness stretched her throat to its limits.

Ejecting Hawaii in a further sluice of spit, Padma turned back to Alaska, gleefully sucking down his own lengthy rod with equal aplomb. Lips roamed along his shaft, leaving behind thick trails of slippery, wet saliva as they honed in on the base. Hands moved to Hawaii and furiously beat his meat, twin brown cocks throbbing in her mouth and paws alike as she sucked and stroked both poles to the point of near eruption.

Releasing Alaska one final time, Padma looked up at both men. Saliva smeared around her mouth and lipstick smudged along with it, she cupped their balls and fondled them lovingly.

“Ready to cum for me, boys?” she asked, bookending her enquiry with a thirsty lap at each drooling tip.

“Uh huh,” the guys groaned in unison, both cocks trained on Padma’s gaping maw as they pulled themselves off.

Roaring at the tops of their lungs, both men erupted. Equally copious wads of gooey, thick cream blasted from their tips and pooled in her open mouth, nearly filling it to the brim as it churned away inside. Closing her lips, Padma’s mouth bulged with the sheer volume of spunk sloshing about within. Without even the slightest hint of a flinch, Padma swallowed, gulping down the strong-tasting splooge in a single hit.

“Mmm, yummy,” she purred, licking her grinning lips. “Thank you, boys.”

She grasped both poles once more, sucking out the last few drops of cum before sending the pair on their way.

“Two down, forty-eight to go,” she declared, smirking into the camera lens. She rose to her feet and returned to the map on the wall. “OK, now onto the mainland. We’re going to start with the top left,” she said, circling the area with her yardstick. “Where are my Northwesterners?”

Seven men stepped forward.

“Ah, there you are. Line up, gentlemen.”

The men formed a line across the stage. All were white, except South Dakota, who was Native American.

“Pants down.”

To a man, the line dropped trou, their six white, and one red cocks shooting out in perfect unison.

“Ooh, nice!” said Padma, raising her eyebrows to the camera. She squatted before the first man in line, looking up at him as she gripped his pole. “I’ll start with you. Let me guess. Washington?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Washington replied. A tall, skinny relic of the grunge era, he looked like he hadn’t cut his hair or changed his clothes since the early 90’s. His jeans and flannel shirt were heavily ripped, his black Converse All-Stars a loose stitch away from falling apart at the seams.

Padma parted her lips and steered his dong between them, swallowing a hearty portion of this long, thick trunk right off the bat. And once it was in, she didn’t look back. She gripped Washington’s hips, digging her neatly manicured nails into his flesh as she worked her pouty lips along his junk. Gazing up at him with her deep brown eyes, Padma lovingly worshipped every inch of that vanilla rod, guzzling noisily at the shaft and drenching it in spittle as she went.

Reaching between his spindly legs, Padma caressed his balls, rolling them around in her palm as her lips drew nearer to the base. Sucking up the last few inches, Padma’s lips pressed against his groin, those big, swollen balls squished up against her neck as she throated his massive stock. Slurping greedily and sucking hard, Padma’s mouth formed a vacuum around Washington’s long flesh monument, from which no molecule could possibly escape. Swollen head buried deep in her esophagus, Washington’s prick throbbed and spasmed in Padma’s mouth as she sucked mercilessly at his girthy shaft. Balls churning in her claw-like grip, Washington let loose, nutting copiously down the tunnel of her throat.

“UHHH!!!” he bellowed, looking to the heavens as he started to spurt.

Hands gripping the back of her head, Washington pinned her face to his crotch, keeping her in place as he voided himself inside her. Padma sucked at his rod as he continued to spew, his underside pumping against her tongue as ounce after ounce of burning hot splooge was siphoned from his sack. Firm grip loosening at the back of her head, Padma retracted that lengthy fuckstick from her chest, swallowing down the last few drops of spunk as they dripped into her mouth.

“Phew!” she said, panting heavily as her airways were finally cleared. “You really needed to blow, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Washington groaned, still quivering from the force of his eruption.

“I hope everyone cums as much as you,” she declared, giving him a cheeky wink as she moved onto the next man.

Next in line was South Dakota, and Padma squatted at his feet, looking up at him as she took his cock in her hands.

“What about you?” she asked, cupping his swinging red hangers in her soft, lotioned hand. “You got something in here for me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Padma angled his cock upwards and dipped down to get at his balls, his tall skin toten pole rested against her face as she sucked on one of his nuts. Slurping at it insatiably and coating in spittle, she quickly switched to the other, that fat Native cock throbbing against her nose and between her eyes as she gobbled at his balls. Both orbs now thoroughly drenched, Padma licked slowly, teasingly along the underside of his shaft, her skilled tongue trailing over every throbbing vein and pulsing capillary as she journeyed to the peak.

Tonguing at his tip and lapping up the precum, Padma fed his bulging, round head into her maw, tickling his underside with her tongue as she guided it in. But, while his Cascadian counterpart had been more than happy for her to take the reigns, the Native Midwesterner was having none of that. He gripped two handfuls of her shiny black hair and bucked his muscled hips. Holding her head firmly in place, her throat squelched as he pumped into her mouth.

* UK! * GURK! * URK! * GAK! *

Padma placed her hands behind her back, leaving herself entirely at his mercy, staring up at the Native stud with sharp, unblinking eye contact as he bucked into her face. Those now thoroughly spit-soaked nuts swung back and forth, smacking against her throat like spunk-filled wrecking balls. Ten and plus inches of thick, vein encrusted prong mined into her oral cavity. His leaking red bellend glided past her tonsils like they weren’t even there, that long red pole sinking into the furthest reaches of her throat with each unwavering plunge.

Saliva rained from the shaft each time he pulled back, a thick, sloppy mess dripping from her chin and forming puddles on the studio floor. Tears trickled from her eyes, leaving long, twin rivers of mascara that trailed down her cheeks. Balls brewing each time they clapped her gullet, South Dakota’s eruption was close at hand. Pulling out of her drooling mouth, he stroked his spit-slicked cock at a ferocious speed.

“Open,” he said simply, prick pulsing in his hand as he beat himself off.

Pointing his winking tip at her slick, red tongue, he emitted a deep, deafening roar and blasted all over it. Waiting until each drop had finally been spewed, Padma closed her lips and swallowed his load.

Carrying on down the line, the gorgeous host knelt before representatives of one Northwesterly state after another, sucking each one dry and collecting his seed in the pit of her belly. Able to switch seamlessly between dominance and submissiveness at the drop of a hat, Padma alternated between attacking their rods with a viscous intent and offering up her mouth as a slippery, wet socket to pound incessantly and blow their loads inside.

Finally, and with no fewer than eight gloopy wads swimming about in her tummy, Padma knelt before the last man in line, desperately in need of a ninth. Representing the state of Oregon was a thirty-something bearded hipster from Portland, wearing faded black skinny jeans and a grey and white flannel. Padma tuggled down his pants and his dick sprung free; that thick rod jutting from his groin like one of the felled trees his home state was so well-known for.

It was the biggest cock of the bunch- twelve inches at least. Maybe longer. But Padma wasn’t deterred by its phenomenal size. Quite the opposite, in fact, and as she gripped the pole at its girthy root, she crammed it into her mouth with considerable aplomb. Tongue lapping at his underbelly, she greedily fed it inside, stretches of vein-coiled flesh vanishing between her lips as she guided it in.

Looking up at him as she worked his rod, Padma stared a hole through his bearded frame, the longing for his meat burning in her nut-brown eyes. Inch after inch was sucked up inside her, the Asian beauty giving each span a hearty soaking as she fed it between her lips. Yet another swollen crown prodded the back of her throat, globs of prespunk dripping down into her already very full tummy as it slid down her esophagus. Padma coughed and gagged but didn’t expel, the Asian host force feeding herself that thick, long staff like it was her last meal.

Edging ever nearer to the plume of his bush, Padma stared defiantly at those last few remaining inches, determined to fit them in her mouth with the others if it was the last thing she did. Reaching around behind him, she clasped his ass with her sharp, clawing fingers, using his backside for leverage as she pulled herself in on his pole. Another inch vanished. Then another. Then another; her well-kept nails nearly breaking the skin of his buns as she sucked up that schlong. Mouth spluttering and chest heaving, that final stubborn inch wormed its way inside, feeling the sticky embrace of the host’s drooling mouth as her full set of lips smooched his hairy groin.

“Oh, fuck!” he bellowed, eyes practically shooting from their sockets as the Indian beauty ate his fuckstick whole.

Grinning around the cock as it throbbed between her lips, the hairy hipster’s unbelieving swears music were music to her ears as she swallowed his turgid length. But she wasn’t done yet and as Oregon’s big, heavy balls smooshed against her chin, Padma poked her tongue out from beneath his pulsing underbelly and lapped at his swollen sac, drawing a chorus of rousing murmurs from the rest of the line. Delighting in the impressed coos, Padma gobbled ravenously at his thick, pulsing tube, eager to add another load to the already potent mixture swashing about in her stomach.

She sucked hard and didn’t stop until every drop in those fat, bulging balls had been successfully drained. Volley after volley of fiery hot jism spurted down her gullet, joining the eight others now bubbling away in her belly. Retracting his schlong in a slushy wave, the studio floor was now something of a slip hazard as ropes of spittle gathered in large pools across the stage.

“And that’s nine,” she declared, grinning triumphantly as she wrenched his prick from the depths of her gullet. “OK, thanks, boys.”

The guys tugged up their pants and returned to the rear of the stage.

“Wow! Nine guys already!” Padma exclaimed, looking into the camera lens as she rose to her feet. “Doesn’t time fly? But don’t worry. I still have plenty of the country still to cover and lots of dicks left to suck. Speaking of which, let’s move on, shall we?”
She returned to the map on the wall, wielding her trusty yardstick once more as she addressed the nearest camera.

“OK, so we’ve been to the Northwest. Now we’re gonna head south. As you can see, there are a few more states down there, so I’m really gonna have my hands full. Literally. And with more guys for me to take care of, things are gonna be moving a lot quicker. So make sure you keep up,” she said, looking directly into the camera lens.

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