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Lacey can't sit still in the sex swing: Danny D's fingers toying with her pussy have her whimpering in need, her legs clamped tight on his hand as the seat of the swing digs at the backs of her thighs, her wide hips and round butt dangling just a foot or so above the fat cock jutting up from his fly, the broad helmet of a cockhead glistening with precum. One more loss at rock paper scissors will have more than his fingers stretching the redhead's velvety inner walls.

Into his mic, Danny D says, “Well? 'Bout time you ladies make your move.” He wags his cock at Lacey. “Time to see if I finally get some pussy on this show.”

Lacey ignores him and looks to her competition. If anything, Manli has it worse than her as that fat slob of a staff member fingers her tight, crinkled star. No matter how she shifts about, Manli can’t seem to keep her firm, toned butt away from his questing fingers. When she catches Lacey staring, the black-haired girl glares back from behind a fringe of bangs. “I’m ready. Let’s get this over with so this fat fucker will leave my ass be.”

Below Manli, the staff member laughs. “Fat fucker? Ya can call my dick a ‘fat fucker’ when it’s in yer ass.”

From off to the side, Ms. White steps forward, her white dress hugging the tall blonde’s 36–24–36 figure. She holds up a bottle of lube and gestures to it like a Price is Right model. “Forget something, boys? The waivers only hold up if we take all the reasonable precautions.” She raises an eyebrow at the staff member fingering Manli’s asshole. “Like lube for anal.”

As Ms. White goes over and crouches down to dispense dollops of lube over the staff member’s steely cock, the man answers, “Soak me in the stuff. I owe her ass a pounding for that mouth.”

Lacey raises her hand. “Can we get some lube over here too, please? Not that I want to think about losing, but Danny D is awfully big and my poor pussy will take all the help it can get.” She tugs at her plump bottom lip with her teeth. “If it comes to that.”

Manli goes from glaring down at the staff member to smirking at Lacey. From all her shifting about, Manli's once-neat ponytail has come undone. “Oh, it’ll come to you riding that big dick. Try not to moan too loud when he’s stretching you out.”

As Ms. White moves over to pump lube out onto Danny D’s cock, thick globs of the stuff running down his shaft, the game show host says into his mic, “Ladies, ladies. There’ll be enough cock for all, I promise.” He stops rubbing at Lacey’s pussy and lifts up to slap his cock's tip up against her outer lips, earning a muffled grunt from the redhead. Danny D continues, “If neither of you plays rock paper scissors in the next three seconds, then you both lose and we’ll get to the fucking.” He starts to count to three and lies flat on the mat once more, his cock pointed up toward Lacey’s wet pussy.

When Danny D says "three," Lacey covers her eyes with one hand and throws rock with the other. Afraid of losing, she can’t bear to look and clings tighter to the sex swing. In her head, she pictures Danny D’s Goliath of a cock pushing up into her pussy, its girth forcing her slick outer lips to spread open. Long seconds pass and she holds her breath, expecting to drop down into a deep, hard fucking.

A guttural groan, the throaty ‘ugh’ of a girl struggling to fit a thick cock in a tight hole, has the freckled redhead blushing behind her hand. She starts to picture the beautiful and lithe Manli taking a thick cock in her ass, her hot hole squeezing at the root of that slob’s fat shaft in Lacey’s imagination. The squelch of a lubed cock working its way deeper gets Lacey to peek. Her blush again deepens to beet-red.

The sex swing holding Manli has her thighs higher than her hips and hangs low enough to put her firm butt in the lap of that disgusting fat slob. Lacey has only to glance lower to confirm what she already knows—the staff member’s girthy cock pushes up between the round globes of Manli’s ass, the girl's pussy left untouched with her poor asshole snug around his cock instead. Only half of him looks to be inside her dark, little hole even as he pushes more of his fat shaft into the black-haired girl, yanking down on her trim hips.

Lacey smirks at Manli’s wide-eyed look, the other girl’s mouth forming an ‘o’ of surprise with breathy gasps, barely audible ‘ahs’ as she pants aloud, rising from her throat. The redhead calls over, “Hey! Who’s moaning now? I think it’s you!” She pokes out her tongue. “He looks to have a fat as fuck dick. Your poor little asshole!” She looks down to Danny D with a bashful grin and says, “Guess that means no pussy for you. And $200k in winnings for me!”

Danny D holds his cock by its base, keeping the broad, bell-shaped tip pointed at Lacey’s pussy. He nods toward the overhead monitors. “Take a good look at the replay of the game’s last round.”

Lacey chews at her lip and looks up. Above her in slow motion, the monitors show the moment the two dangling, naked girls stick out their hands. On screen, the girls both put their hands out as fists, both choosing rock. In the replay, it takes several seconds for Manli’s swing to drop, for her ass to fall onto the waiting cock. The broad tip pushing into her tight hole arrests her descent even as gravity helps that fat cock to push deeper, the monitor going to a closeup of how the fat slob’s girthy shaft spreads the firm cheeks of her ass.

“Seems like Lacey's swing got stuck a moment,” Danny D says into his mic. “The boys backstage say it’s all fixed now. Time to fuck both our Fucked or Fortune losers!”

Despite her every instinct telling her to look away again, Lacey can’t help but part her thighs to look down to Danny D’s waiting cock, shivering at the sight of the slick and hard ten-inch length. In this moment, she thinks better of choosing to come onto this porno of a game show and tries to pull herself up by the sex swing's straps. The swing drops and the overhead monitors go to showing her hips and bubble butt falling toward the biggest cock she’s ever seen, its lubed tip lined up with the entrance to her hot, soaked sex.