Sasha Delarosa (24 years old)

To take a sexy selfie for her boyfriend, Sasha poses in her bathroom in only a white thong, her round butt toward the phone’s camera, the thong pulled taut between her plump cheeks. The dark-haired girl looks back to tease the camera with a sweet smile as bangs fall down into her face. At 5’7, she’s taller than the average girl and has long, toned legs leading up to what her boyfriend says is a bubble butt. She holds an arm up to block the camera's view of her naked 34B girls. Her first ever attempt at a naughty pic has her pressing her thighs together around a wet spot on her thong.

The phone snaps the pic, and Sasha reaches over to take a look, her perky tits wobbling some as she moves, her pink nips pebbling up in the bathroom's chill air. On seeing just how little the thong covers in the pic, the thin fabric nearly see-through, Sasha can’t help getting wetter still. In a perfect world, her boyfriend Blake would be coming up behind her right now to serve up some hard dick. To get him drooling over her best 'asset,' she sends the selfie with the text “so… u up??”

As she's waiting for him to text her back, Sasha looks at pics of him, her blue-eyed boy looking skinny and scruffy, his black hair unkempt. The pics of the two of them together show her to be a bit taller than him. The three dots of an incoming message show up on her screen, and she grins, thinking she'll have her boy over soon to fuck her proper. His text appears: "just nutted to dat ass u sexy beast"

Sasha scrunches up her nose at the thought of her boyfriend shooting a sticky load all because he couldn't stop staring at her ass. Something about picturing him spurting just as his phone dinged with her selfie has her toying with the thong. She texts back, "glad u got off to me... not some rando porn... course u could try laying some pipe sometime"

Her phone dings again. Sasha finds herself looking at a dick pic with cum glistening on the cock's purpled head. Another text from Blake follows: "not my fault... i was watching porn up til u texted and ur ass did this"

Sasha switches to texting one-handed: "any fun titles? let me guess... big booty biches bouncing on dick 4" The wet spot on the thong spreads as she thinks of the last time she rode Blake's dick reverse cowgirl, bouncing her butt in his lap with his cock wedged inside her pussy.

Blake calls Sasha instead of texting more. She pulls slick fingers out of her thong to answer and hears him say, "Hey, baby. You win sexiest selfie of the year."

"Oh? I win? And here I was thinking it was just an honor to be nominated." She rubs herself through the thong. "Why call after you bust the nut, though? Could've at least let me listen in. Let a girl have her nut too."

"Uh there wasn't really time. Things got messy over here real quick." He clears his throat. "Anyhow. I wanted to run something by you. About the porn I was watching."

She rolls her eyes. "I don't care what you watch. So long as you understand you seeing it in porn doesn't mean it'll happen in my bedroom."

"I saw an ad for some game show where the cash prize is $100k. With that money, we’d be done with student loans. Let me just find the clip and I'll send it."

Sasha already has doubts. An ad shown from her boyfriend's spank bank of porn sounds far from legit. Her phone dings as Blake sends the clip, and Sasha says, "Ok. I'll watch it. No promises I'll like what I see."

"Just watch it. I pirated a couple of episodes. It looks easy enough to win the prize money."

Sasha sets the clip to playing. On screen, a tall man in a red blazer stands on a well-lit stage. He has an oily smile, like that of a used car salesman, as he says into an oversized mic, "Hello! Welcome to Fucked or Fortune! Our female contestants compete in a variety of challenges, designed to test both their minds and their sexy bodies." The clip cuts away to a montage of scantily clad women on balance beams, climbing strange rock walls, and competing in some kind of musical chairs. The host's voice continues over the montage, "The losers learn we live up to our name." Cheesy porn music starts up as the clip shows scenes of naked women getting fucked while bound, while stuck in sticky substances, and even while suspended in a harness. The cameras linger overlong on the men cumming each time, focusing on the thick cum dripping from soaked pussies.

Sasha realizes she's been grinding against her hand as she watched, rubbing herself against thong's thin cotton. Finally, the clip gets to what she assumes caught Blake's attention. Scenes of winners receiving fat stacks of cash play as the host's voice says, "The lucky few who win receive $100k as a cash prize! Would you like to win the $100k? Then come on down to our studio and try your luck!" The clip again shows the host in his red blazer. "We guarantee every contestant leaves here either Fucked or with a Fortune!" The clip ends by flashing an address in big, bold letters.

Sasha goes back to the call with Blake. He says, "Did you finish the clip? Hot, right? And did you notice the address? I could so have us there in an hour." She hears him clear his throat again. "I studied a couple of the episodes, and I think I've got a fool-proof strategy. I can guarantee you won't end up fucked by some stranger. That $100k could be ours, baby."