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Lacey teeters on the balance beam, her arms outstretched to either side as she moves forward one step at a time. Her progress has been slow but deliberate. She’ll soon be halfway across the beam with only another eight feet to go. If she can just make it, that 100k is hers. Excitement builds up inside her, and her freckled face sports a huge grin at the thought of her win.

Then the beam buckles with the weight of someone else stepping onto it. Has it been ten minutes already? A glance backward gives her a first glimpse at her pursuer, at the man she chose to be on the beam with her based on his soft length. Now, his cock juts before him like a steely rod, even fatter still than it had been soft, the bulbous cockhead glistening with pre. His length stuns her. His cock isn’t short at all! If she had to guess, she’d guess him to be about seven inches, a seven-inch cock he no doubt wants to slam inside her.

When she manages to tear her gaze up and away from his fat length, his physique surprises her. All along she’s been assuming anyone who worked on the show would be some sort of young stud. Not a fat slob who looked like he’d never heard of exercise, his belly round above the thick cock pointed at her. The girth of it has her quivering in fear. Or is it excitement? She’s not sure.

When the fat slob starts to move across the beam, Lacey remembers herself, remembers the contest she’s in, and starts to again take steps forward, her steps hurried compared to before. She wobbles with each step, unable to help her lingering dizziness. A single misstep is all it would take to land her on a board coated in birdlime.

“Seems like Lacey remembered she’s in a race,” Danny D’s voice calls out over the speakers. “Does she have a chance against our staff member? Or against his staff?” Danny D chuckles at his own corny little joke.

It’s not looking good for Lacey. The staff member seems to be surprisingly spry despite looking so out of shape. Whereas she’s dizzy and having to take mincing steps, he manages to nearly catch up in only moments and is close to Lacey before she fully realizes.

The moment she notices him so close is when his fingertips brush over the side of her bikini bottoms, just narrowly missing the drawstring. The near miss gets her moving faster as she wobbles more, muttering under her breath, “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The bottoms feel a little looser, her every step drawing the thin fabric up between the lush cheeks of her ass.

“Fucking is what I’m here for,” the fat slob says. “Hold still and let’s get to it.”

Lacey presses forward, determined to keep ahead. She tries to keep a hand on her bikini bottoms to be sure she doesn’t lose them and is caught off-guard when he reaches higher, deftly undoing her bikini top. The yellow top falls off her perky tits as she places an arm over them while continuing to wobble forward. The bikini bottoms have ridden up more and move between her rounded cheeks, the outer curves of her ass left bare.

Danny D, narrating from the sidelines still, says, “Look at those cute, perky tits! Our staff member is now free to grope those sweet puppies however he likes. Though I hear he’s more of an ass man!”

The fat slob gains ground again, his voice gruff from behind her. “What a stupid slut you are. I can only **** you where there’s bare skin, and here you are practically baring half your ass to me.” Something slaps against the exposed skin of her pale butt, a hefty something that smears her ass with pre. His cock is hot to the touch, and a quick backward glance shows the pre glistening on her bubble butt.

Lacey hesitates just a moment. She doesn’t remember the last time she got laid, and the feeling of a fat cock rubbing up against her ass has her breathing faster and distracted from everything else.

The hesitation costs her. Her bikini bottoms fall away, their drawstrings undone. The fat slob kicks them off the beam and moves in close again, his thick cock grinding against her bared, round ass as he matches her forward movement step for step.

Danny D wolf whistles from the side. “There you have it! The bikini is gone! Will Lacey make it to the other side? Or will our staff member pound her to oblivion? We’re about to find out!”

Desperation has Lacey hurrying forward, her soft thighs squeezed together to try and keep that fat cock at bay, feeling how it rubs over the backs of her thighs and over her ass. The fat slob is so close now she’s inhaling his cheap cologne. If she falters now, he’s bound to take advantage even if she manages to save herself from falling down to the birdlime covered boards below.

The fat slob has his hands all over her, groping and squeezing her heart-shaped ass, landing smack after smack to the plump cheeks. She gasps with each smack as his thick cock throbs against her ass, the head drooling pre along the furrow between her cheeks. The slaps to her ass have her pale skin reddening, her ass starting to match the blush she’s had the entire time.

If she can just keep moving forward, she can win. She knows she can. The cock against her ass and the rapid-fire spanks have her hot and bothered, her pussy soaked between those soft, inner thighs of hers the fat slob wants so desperately to part. The longer she’s on the beam, the less dizzy she feels, but arousal is its own kind of dizziness, and Lacey has to fight against her own body to keep from pooching up her hips for the slob and his fat cock.

Danny D’s voice cuts through her thoughts. “Can Lacey make it to the end? Only a few more feet to go!”