Hold on Tight

"The board has chosen Hold on Tight,” Danny D announces. “What a fun challenge for Sasha!" He tugs the dark-haired girl closer by her yoga pants. "To win at Hold on Tight, you hold onto a fat stack of cash with only your mouth.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “As I’m pounding that hot, little pussy! If you drop all the cash or cum, you lose!"

Sasha squeaks at his side. None of the girls on the show’s ad got fucked until after they lost. Into Danny D's mic she says, "Um. I thought I only get fucked if I lose?"

Danny D pats her ass. "Not when it comes to Hold on Tight! Lucky you!" With an arm around her, he guides Sasha to a makeshift cross made of a beam tied to a post. Ropes dangle from the beam above a padded bench, and Sasha guesses they'll be used to tie up her wrists and ankles. "Here's where you'll be bound with those pretty thighs spread wide!"

Sasha steps out of her sneakers and looks back to Danny D. "Can't the board choose again? This seems really fucking unfair." She peels the yoga pants down and off, baring her plump butt in the white thong.

Danny D shrugs. "Afraid not." He turns Sasha to show off her ass for the cameras. He then squeezes and shakes that fat butt. "Who'd want a different challenge when this one will have you helpless as I'm pushing into that wet pussy?"

Sasha clamps her thighs around the wet spot on her thong, the thin fabric nearly see-through. To hide her blush for a precious few seconds, she pulls her t-shirt up and off, tossing it aside before she notices her bra missing, her perky B-cup girls bare.

Danny D points down to his open fly where he has the bra draped across his thick, ten-inch cock. "I'm about to have more than your bra on this big dick."

Sasha turns her back to Danny D. Trying to sound confident, she says, "Whatever. Let's get this over with so I get my $100k." She bends at the waist to slip the thong down and off. Nerves have her thighs trembling when she goes to the padded bench. She sits and raises her arms up by the ropes and asks, "So uh, do I tie myself to this thing?"

Danny D chuckles and says into his mic, "Let’s give Sasha a helping hand here, boys. First two out get dibs on her pussy if she loses!”

Two staff members in black jeans and t-shirts walk out. Sasha stares at each, the first bearded and short with a beer gut whereas the second, a tall ginger, has the body of a Greek god. Without names to know them by, Sasha starts thinking of them as Adonis and The Fat Man. The men approach her on either side and take hold of her wrists, binding them to the beam with the ropes. They then get her by the ankles, lifting her legs to secure her ankles up by her wrists.

The Fat Man gropes at her ass with chubby fingers, setting her to blushing and squirming on the bench. He presses his thick bulge against her ass and says to her in a gravelly voice, "If ya lose, Ah'm coming for this ass."

Adonis seems to be the **** of the two as he says, "Try not to move around too much and the ropes shouldn't hurt." The men go off backstage, and Sasha glances up to the overhead monitors and gasps to see the lewd images of her bound to that makeshift cross with her round butt and wet pussy exposed.

Ms. White comes up to tighten the ropes. When Sasha starts to ask if the ropes have to be quite this tight, Ms. White crams a fat stack of cash into her open mouth. Ms. White reaches over to brush strands of hair out of the dark-haired girl's face and says, "Shh. You need to relax. This'll be the best fuck of your life if you let it."

Into his mic, Danny D says, "Ready to fuck, Sasha? You can't cum or drop the cash if you want to win!"

Sasha wiggles against the ropes. Her pussy is soaked. Her horniness from before has not abated one bit and having some handsome bastard promising her pussy a pounding with his big dick hasn’t exactly calmed down the electric tingles building in her belly.

She'd almost forgotten about her boyfriend looking on. Sasha thinks of Blake again when he calls out, "Hey! I'm not okay with this!" Blake walks over and glares up at Danny D. "Sasha’s not going to play this game if it means fucking you."

Danny D says, "Looks to me like Sasha's about to play whether you like it or not."

Sasha can only mutter around the cash crammed into her mouth. Ms. White smacks her ass and the cameras zoom in for a closeup of the red handprint on her plump butt.

Blake looks over to his girlfriend and says, "$100k can’t be worth all this. The blonde lady needs to untie Sasha so we can leave."

Danny D shrugs. "Sure, we could let it play out like that. Sasha gets dressed and you two leave without winning a cent."

With Ms. White stroking her hair again, Sasha shakes her head and mumbles around the cash some more. Ms. White says, "Shh. Let him finish, honey."

Danny D continues, "Or you can take me up on the best offer you'll get on this show, Mr. Boyfriend." Danny D nods at Sasha. "I'll let you take my place as the male talent for this game if you can get hard and be fucking Sasha in the next three minutes." He lets the bra fall off his cock, baring his full length. "If you can’t, I'll be taking over to introduce Sasha to half an hour of pussy-stretching fun. You in?"