The game reaches its climax

The next few rounds see Natalie and the Fat Man go head to head in a brutal brawl that goes back and forth. Even though Eris folds early, the upped Ante means the wheel is still spun a significant number of times. Though she initially dodges the harsher penalties, in the 10th round, her luck runs out as the needle settles on the newest option.

Eris’s heart thumps like a drum in her chest as she approaches him for the penalty. From trepidation… or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. On the Fat Man’s part, his face remained stoic as ever, though the meat pillar between his legs was honest, bobbing excitedly with every jiggle of Eris’s voluptuous body. As soon as she’s within reach, he tugs her brusquely onto his lap, the redhead letting out a gasp as his massive erection presses against the soft curves of her belly.

‘It’s hot!’ Eris’s traitorous body quivers from its proximity to such a monstrous cock, as if recognising just how well it’d breed her.

“Relax sweetheart.” The Fat Man rumbles as his hands slide down to her wide hips, guiding her to grind on his erection. “I’m not gonna fuck you… yet.”

“The contestant has to give a lap dance for a minute!” Jim announces to the roar of the approving crowd.

Small moans and whimpers escape Eris’s mouth as the base of his shaft slides along her soaked slit, the sodden material of her thong providing scant protection against the veiny meatstick.

“I can’t wait to see these fat, juicy udders bouncing on top of me!” The Fat Man growls as he leans his head down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Yo- you can’t do that!” Eris half-heartedly protests even as her body arches into him as his rough tongue circles her sensitive nub, but her words go ignored, his fingers digging into her plush assmeat as he forces her to rut against him.

‘Mm… so good! The way he’s using me… If he was actually inside…’ Eris’s mind is a pile of slush as the pleasure shoots through every inch of her body, radiating from her clit as it's crushed mercilessly against the base Fat Man’s cock. ‘Ahhh I’m gonna…!’

As the one minute elapses, Eris’s entire body shudders and she squirts hard, coating the Fat Man’s shaft with copious love juices. Her legs are so jellyish that she ends up playing the next round still perched precariously on his lap, which ends with Natalie’s knockout. The blonde gives a helpless shrug but remains at the table, keen on seeing the game to the end.

Disregarding the wheel, the Fat Man casually unties her thong, handing the almost transparent fabric over to the announcer. Already the audience are yelling their bids for the garment but Eris hardly registers the shouts as she stares enraptured at the girthy fuckstick pressing against her pussy.

“Tell you what sweetie,” the Fat Man drawls as he lazily slaps his cock against her bare pubis, drawing soft mewls from the cockdrunk girl. “Let’s end this little farce with one final wager. If you win this hand, I’ll let you walk free with the Fire Gem. But if you lose, I’ll fuck you right here on the stage. Whaddaya say?”

Chip Count:

The Fat Man: 70

Natalie: Out

Gaston: Out

Eris: 0