Danny D loses the bet

All Lacey can think about is Danny D’s bare cock inside her. When she agreed to do this stupid game show, she forgot all about protection—it didn't even occur to her to ask for a condom when she was dangling naked above Danny D's big dick. As she’s riding him bareback now, his every thrust shoving his cock deeper still, all she can do is trust in Danny D to pull out. Sometime later she'll see ads for the show for the first time, ads where the girls get creampied after losing, often by Danny D himself, the creampies shown in slow motion.

Right now, her trust in Danny D proves ill-founded. She feels his cock throb and twitch inside her, her pussy clamping down as she tries to lift up, only to be dragged down by Danny D's grip on her bubble butt. The cameras zoom in on her folds clinging to his cock as a deluge of cum overflows her pussy. Danny D grunts as he grinds up against her with his cum-slick cock shoved deep as he says into his mic, "Damn it, Lacey! Were you trying to make me lose by saying you're not on the pill? Of course, I’m going to cum deep in this pussy after that tidbit!"

Panic floods Lacey's mind. As Danny D ceases his upward thrusts, his dick slips free of her pussy. Yet more of his cum visibly soaks her folds as the overhead monitors go to showing another closeup of the creampie by zooming in on the creamy froth. Danny D slaps his cock against her cum-soaked pussy even as she tries to comprehend how full and deep he just pumped her full of his spunk. Will it be too late to get the morning after pill after the cameras stop rolling? Lacey doesn't know. It seems like she won't even be able to leave the set until Danny D and his staff finish punishing her pussy for her loss with the paper rock scissors match alongside Manli.

Over on the other mat, that fat slob of a staff member is all grins. The moment it's clear Danny D has cummed first, that slob pulls out of Manli's stretched little asshole and starts to spurt all over her pert backside, the overhead monitors showing each rope of cum in slow motion. A mess of cum covers Manli's ass as she slumps forward and groans, her hole left gaped. Lacey looks over and pities her until she remembers the stakes of the bet: that fat slob winning will mean he'll finally get ahold of her ass. Her own tight asshole clenches at the thought. She bites at her lip and watches him stand, his cum dripping still from the tip of his dick.

Lacey shifts about in the swing and watches the staff member step over the prone Manli with her cum-covered ass. He advances toward Lacey, his cock rigid and fat, his length bobbing with his every step. As Danny D moves out from under her, his own cock drenched in her cream and his cum, Lacey looks to the game show host and begs, "Please call off the bet! Pretty, pretty please with a fucking cherry on top? I didn't come on this show to get ass-fucked by this ugly fucker!"

Danny D laughs and kneels behind Manli, propping her back up on her knees with her firm butt lifted high. Into his mic, he says, "I'm pretty sure ass-fucking is explicitly mentioned by the waiver you signed. Hell, it may even be in my contract for the show." He spreads the ass of the lithe, black-haired girl as best he can without touching the cum smeared across her olive-skinned ass cheeks. With a bit of pressure, he pushes his broad cockhead inside Manli's stretched asshole, earning a guttural moan from the barely conscious girl. "Manli here was kind enough to give up her ass without complaints."

Lacey focuses her attention back on the staff member as he reaches her. She cringes to think of this fat slob, the beer-bellied man who chased her earlier on the balance beam, getting to fuck her ass. He steps in closer and she thinks to close her thighs a second too late, his hands closing on her hips. Before she has time to even think of prying his fingers off, he flips her over onto her stomach on the sex swing, the swing holding her plump, pale rear high. She pulls herself forward until only her legs are left in the swing as she grabs at the mat below her. She doesn't know if contestants ever just up and leave, but she plans on just that as she starts to pull herself out of the swing.

Strong hands grab at her thighs the moment she gets her legs clear of the swing. Her shoulders rest against the mat as she's left awkwardly doubled over with her knees on either side of her head, her ginger hair fanned out across the mat, her braids having come undone during all the vigorous fucking with Danny D. As she stares up to the swing, she realizes that slob of a staff member sat in it to reach forward and grab her. She fidgets as gravity works against her, her pert tits up against her chin. With her neck craned at an odd angle, she can just make out one of the overhead monitors as it shows her ass getting pulled back between the fat slob's spread thighs. In that gravelly voice of his, he says from above her, "The more ya squirm, the deeper I'll plow this fat ass."

The broad tip of his cock parts her pale cheeks, his cockhead wet still with his own cum as it rubs up against her crinkled star. A sharp intake of breath fills her lungs. He pulls on her ass, the monitors displaying closeups of that plump butt as his fingers dig at the pillowy cheeks. The tip of his dick meets resistance, her insides squeezing down from nerves as she thinks about how she'll ever manage to fit such a fat cock in her ass. She stops thinking entirely when his bell-shaped cockhead pushes inside her hot hole as it eases its way into her velvety insides. “Ohhh, f-fuck!”