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Chapter 6 by Emery Emery

How does Lacey fare on the beam?

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Her heart pitter-patters in her chest with each mincing step she takes. Move faster, move faster her dizzy brain screams at her, but the overhead monitors have taken to showing closeups of her naked ass and her pressed together thighs; she has to keep one hand in front and one behind to try and maintain any kind of modesty. Her inner thighs rub together as she moves forward on the beam with her little hesitant steps. Already she's wet and blushing fiercely at her own excitement.

When she's a third of the way across the beam, a familiar voice, the voice belonging to the man with the long, black cock, says from somewhere behind her, "Hey there, sweet cheeks. That is some ass you've got!" She glances back for her first glimpse of him and sees a beefcake of a black man, muscled as if he makes real use of a gym membership. Already Lacey questions the wisdom of choosing him just out of curiosity with the stereotype about black men all being well-hung.

Too curious for her own good, Lacey spares a quick glance downward, wanting to know how he compares now to his flaccid length from earlier. She swallows hard at the cock see sees jutting up from between his muscled thighs. She can only guess at his length, but from where she stands on the beam, it looks to be an impressive nine inches, nine inches she knows he plans to ram into her tight asshole. His dark-skinned cock glistens in the set lights, and she shivers at the thought that he's probably lubed up and ready to go already.

The voice of Danny D spurs her to again focus on the task at hand, "Ten minutes are up! Have at her!"

The beam buckles with his weight as the black man lifts himself up onto it. His long cock points toward her, and Lacey bites at her lip at seeing he's no slouch with his girth either now that he's hard. She barely knows anything about anal, but it doesn't take a porn star to know a cock that size shouldn't be the first she takes in her tightest of holes. He grins at her and starts to move across the beam faster than she likes, each step confident, his cock bobbing before him.

Lacey goes forward on the beam, motivated now more than ever to move faster, her breath hitching in her throat whenever she glances back. No matter how quickly she hurries along the beam, he's always closer and closer with each look back, his long strides closing the distance with ease. When his cock bops her on one fleshy ass cheek in a harsh smack, smearing lube across her pale skin, she yelps and tries to hurry away only to have his hands close on her hips in a firm, unrelenting grip.

"Someone got rid of your bikini bottoms already, huh? Sweet." He grinds forward with his hips to rub his long cock over her bare ass, and she whimpers when she looks back to the sight of his dark shaft against her pale skin, his cock glistening with what she's convinced is lube. He continues, "I don't know how you expect to win though. PAWGs like you ain't exactly known for their balance and flexibility. You're built to fuck!"

She doesn't know what the fuck a PAWG even is, but his casual tone as he rubs up against her ass has her fuming. She shuffles forward more as he keeps pace, never able to keep more than a couple of inches from the black cock so eager for her tight, virgin asshole. All she has to do though is keep her balance and not falter and she'll be okay. She shoots a glare over her shoulder to him, her twin braids brushing over her shoulder blades. "Fuck you. I'm plenty flexible and doing okay so far with the balance part."

He snorts. "Sure, sure. You're flexible. Uh huh. Tell you what, prove that here and now and I'll leave you be. Even let you finish crossing without groping at this fat ass some more. Show me you can touch your toes here on the beam and I'll believe you're flexible."

Lacey looks him in the eyes and bites at the back of her bottom lip. Should she trust him to keep his word? Danny D hadn't mentioned anything in the rules about making a deal with the male performer. Somewhere in the back of her mind she has a nagging thought about the rules, about them saying something about her being fuckable if she's stripped and bent over, but she can't remember the exact wording right now.

Should Lacey do his little wager and touch her toes?

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