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Chapter 7 by Emery Emery

Will she make it?

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With only a few feet to go, Lacey stumbles. She windmills her arms to try and keep from falling. With all of her attention on maintaining her balance, she doesn’t notice the fat cock wedging itself between her silken inner thighs until it’s too late, the rigid shaft rubbing against her pussy’s slick outer lips.

She moves forward as best she can with every step causing the cock to slide along her dewy nether lips. The slob has her curvy hips cupped with both hands, no doubt ready to take advantage should she falter for even a second.

Danny D calls out, “Looks like we’ll need a closeup of the back-arching, toe-curling action in a moment!”

She’s nearly there, not even a full foot away from the end of the beam, from claiming her prize money and telling this fat slob to fuck off with his pussy-stretcher of a cock. To herself, she chants a mantra of “one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other” to help distract herself from the cock so close to plunging inside her.

“My cock in your tight pussy’s more like it,” the fat slob whispers against her ear, his voice a scratchy baritone. He batters at her rounded ass cheeks with his hips, his cock prodding at her pussy, the angle too steep to allow penetration, as if to show how hard he’ll thrust should he manage to work his fat length inside her.

It all happens in an instant. As Lacey moves her foot forward, the slob hooks her ankle with his. She can’t help but bend forward and reflexively reach back for something, anything to grab hold of. The fat slob takes hold of her wrist as she calls out, “Hey! You fucker, you trip—" Her eyes go wide. A guttural groan escapes her throat. “Oh, fu-fuck!”

Her twin braids hang to either side of her face as Lacey slumps forward, sweat beading on her forehead. The fat slob has hold of both her wrists now, holding her up by them, her hips **** high. As her eyes roll skyward, she glances to a monitor overhead playing an instant replay. The screen features a closeup of the blunted head of his cock starting to spread open her pussy lips. The replay plays in slow motion, the fat cock struggling a moment on the screen to push inside, the bulbous head prodding and prodding until her pussy yields and lets him sink in to his balls, her pert tits bouncing with the **** of his thrust, her plump rear jiggling.

Danny D sounds triumphant, "And there it is! Another loser on Fucked or Fortune! Just how fucked do you all think Lacey is now?"

Lacey struggles to comprehend how any man could stretch her so, her inner folds pushed to their limits, her muscles squeezing at the slob's cock inside her. He fucks her with rapid, insistent thrusts, sinking deep each time, his balls slapping at her clit, eliciting moan after moan from her arched throat. As she glances up again, she blushes hard to see her body on the overhead monitor rocked back and forth on the balance beam, her arms held pinned, her round, heart-shaped rear bouncing off his hips with his every thrust. The redhead has never been fucked like this a day in her life, fucked by someone who sees her as nothing more than another pussy to fuck and fill.

The fat slob says to her, "Look at you. Just another whore for this thick cock." He slams in deep, rocking her forward.

Her jaw hangs slack, her tongue lolling out her mouth. Little gasps leave her lips. She can't help but orgasm, her pussy stretched so wonderfully around his fat shaft. Wasn't that why she chose him? Didn't she want to feel this girth? Trying to think clearly doesn't work right now with that cock pounding her pussy. Again and again the slob smacks her ass, the cheeks an abused red. The squelching sounds of him plunging into her creamy pussy have her blushing harder and moaning louder, little whimpers mixed in with the moans, as she can't help but watch herself get fucked on the overhead monitor, her bubble butt slapping against his hips with the **** of his thrusts.

Danny D gestures to the cameramen. "Let's get another closeup. Don't want to miss that creampie."

The mention of this fat slob cumming inside her should scare Lacey. She's not on any protection; she's naïve enough to trust partners to wear condoms. Then this game show happened out of the blue and she hadn't even thought to ask about protection beforehand. All these thoughts would frighten Lacey, but she's on the edge of another toe-curling orgasm, her pussy squeezing harder and tighter at the cock stretching her wide.

"Take my cum like the worthless slut you are!" The slob shoves himself deep, his beer gut against her raised, round rear as he unloads inside her. The hot spurts of cum coating her insides have her cumming hard on his cock, her pussy covering the shaft with her cream. Already his cum drips out of her, her pussy stretched wide by his girth still. He holds her against him a long moment before he releases his grip on her wrists and shoves her forward.

Still dripping with cum, both on her inner thighs and from her poor pussy, Lacey lands on a birdlime coated board. Her knees hit first and stick fast. Exhausted from the rough, mind-blowing fuck, she doesn't think anything of slumping forward, of letting her shoulders rest against the board. Realization strikes a moment later as she starts to struggle against the sticky birdlime, stuck fast to the board, her naked, pale butt **** high by this bastardization of downward facing dog.

She starts at hearing Danny D's voice next to her followed by the sound of a zipper coming down. "Here on Fucked or Fortune, we don't stop with just one fucking!" With her head turned to one side, her cheek stuck to the birdlime, Lacey can only look up in a single direction with her pretty sea-green eyes where Danny D happens to be standing, one of her ginger braids plastered across her mouth as she gasps for each labored breath.

Danny D pulls out his cock, his shaft rigid already as if he really loves his job. He looks to be every bit as girthy as that damned fat slob, if not a little more so, but if Lacey had to guess at his length, if Lacey could even fathom doing math right now, she'd put him around ten inches of pussy pounding cock.

Just how fucked is Lacey?

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