Ayesha, architecture student with a blowjob fantasy (Age 21)

“Isn’t she doing great, folks? That sweet mouth has milked seven dicks so far. Only one more to go…” Danny D’s mocking voice echoes out of the speakers of Ayesha’s laptop. With one hand, Ayesha lifts it off of her bare stomach and places it on a pillow next to her in bed. She roughly angles the screen so she can see it from her position lying on her back, completely naked.

Ayesha’s current appearance, in many ways, matches that of the woman on the screen. They are both of Indian descent, both with flushed faces and disheveled appearance. But while Ayesha’s hair is sticking to her makeup-less face due to sweat and her recent shower, the poor woman in the video has had her makeup ruined by a series of brutal face-fuckings, her face covered in her own drool and the semen of no fewer than seven men. Her chest heaves and she gasps for breath while she can, her mouth momentarily unfilled by throbbing manmeat.

Ayesha’s chest is heaving as well, but her gasps for breath are entirely her own doing. With the laptop in its new position, she is free to focus on the hand between her legs and the buzzing of her favorite toy.

“...now it’s time for Danny D to take his turn. Open wide!” Ayesha moans throatily as if she was obeying the instructions of the man on the screen, but his massive 10-inch cock only violates the other girl’s mouth. The contestant's throat visibly bulges as the host grabs her by the hair and roughly fucks her face. As she jealously watches, Ayesha turns her vibrator up to the highest setting and holds it steady on her clit. This is her favorite episode of Fucked or Fortune, and after watching it so many times she knows just how to time her orgasm with Danny D’s.

Ayesha grabs the realistic dildo from her bedside table. She watches the Indian woman on the screen take a brutal facefuck from 10 inches of manmeat as she begins fucking her own mouth with 6 inches of silicone. She tilts her head to the side carefully, watching her counterpart on the screen get absolutely demolished, drool pouring out of her mouth and across her tits. Ayesha fucks her own face, only able to get 6 inches of the 8-inch dildo down her throat as usual.

As the facefucking onscreen speeds up, so does her own, and her trusty vibrator never stops buzzing against the pleasure button between her legs.

The pressure builds in her spine as the moment approaches, and what little is left of Ayesha’s conscious mind is fucked into the background. Instinctively, Ayesha’s throat relaxes, and she effortlessly slides the full length of her dildo, all 8 inches of it, down her throat, until silicone balls are resting on her lips.

Danny D groans and pulls out to glaze the poor contestant’s face with his seed, but Ayesha doesn’t see it. Her eyes have rolled back in her head at the deliciously debased feeling of having her throat stuffed with cock and the wave of her orgasm crashes down on her.

Ayesha convulses, her hips bucking wildly as she cums, and cums, and cums, her vibrator never straying from its position between her legs and her throat locked tight around silicone cock.

As her orgasm finally recedes, and her consciousness starts to return, she recognizes the end of the episode’s sign-off: the poor throat-abused girl gurgling out the word, “Fucked,” and Danny’s smug voice finishing, “-or with a Fortune! See you all next time.”

Ayesha’s brain slowly boots back up, even while she is still very much in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, an advertisement plays. It’s the sexy and sultry new host, Dani. “Ladies! Want to try your luck on Fucked or Fortune? Think you have what it takes to win $100,000, or secretly hope you lose and get fucked in front of our live studio audience? Sign up to be a contestant! Remember that even if you lose, you won’t be fucked anywhere you weren’t exposed, so guard those panties with your life. From one girl to another, I hope you win, but you can’t win if you don’t play. Just fill out the form on your screen and I’ll see you soon!” Dani signs off with a suggestive wink and a kiss, then the screen changes to an application form to be on the show. Whether it’s because she just came her brains out or what, Ayesha finds herself seriously considering it.

“I’ve seen plenty of episodes where the girl wins the money, and even where they lost, the games all seemed winnable. It’s not like they would have multiple seasons if they were rigged. And,” this was definitely her horny brain talking, “If I can keep all my clothes on, the worst they can do to me is, mm, fuck my face. No, no, that would be crazy, to take a risk like that.” Her fingers start gently absently stroking her swollen labia. “Mm, but what if I just filled out the form. I won’t submit it, just… imagine…” She works her pussy with one hand while she slowly types with the other, making extensive use of the Backspace key to fix her inevitable typos. By the time she gets to the end, it asks for her to upload a copy of her driver’s license and a full-body picture in underwear or a bikini.

“I’m so close to cumming again…. And it would be so hot to see my picture on the application all ready to be on the show. Fuck it, I just won’t hit submit.”

After a few missed clicks, the uploads complete. Her smiling face on her driver’s license pops up on the screen, followed by a picture of her lounging by the pool in a bikini. Seeing them side-by-side, and imagining the hot new hostess Dani seeing them, Ayesha’s fingers go wild between her legs, frigging frantically on her greedy little bean.

Ayesha’s vision goes white as she cums even harder than she did just a few minutes prior.

When her sight returns and she looks at the screen, a chill runs down her spine, chasing away the warm, post-orgasmic glow. Because instead of showing her application, the screen merely says, “Submission complete! Best of luck, contestant!”