Good and truly fucked!

The overhead monitors all show the defeated Lacey face-down and ass-up. She struggles against the birdlime holding her fast to the board, her pale skin glistening with sweat. Her shimmying serves only to wiggle her round butt and wide hips, a sight no doubt appreciated by the at-home viewers. Picture-in-picture closeups show the cum leaking from her soaked pussy, her inner thighs a slick mess. Trying to close her legs or lower her hips proves pointless and has her whimpering; she's good and truly stuck.

Danny D stands by her head. He holds his mic with one hand and his hard dick with the other. Into the mic he says, "Let's take a moment to hear from our sore loser." When he crouches down, his precum-slick cockhead rubs over her freckled cheek. He asks, "How's Fucked or Fortune been treating you, Lacey?" He puts the mic to her mouth.

"Fuck y—" she starts to say, her cussing cut off by Danny D stuffing her mouth full of her own bikini bottoms he grabbed from the studio floor. The yellow fabric pops past her soft lips as she tries to cuss around them, tasting herself on the bottoms as she mumbles, "Moferfugger."

Danny D uses his fingers to press the bottoms deeper into her mouth, using them to pin down her tongue. As he holds up his mic, he says with a cheesy grin, "Seems Lacey here needs some help with her new role as a loser on Fucked or Fortune!" He slaps his cock down across her cute girl-next-door face. "Of course, I'm more than happy to break her in myself!" As he reaches for her ass, palming and squeezing it, his cock flexes against her cheek.

Lacey breathes as best she can. The thought of his Goliath of a cock wanting to further stretch her little pussy has her shivering in excitement and fear. When he drapes his cock across her face, his balls rub against her chin as the tip of his cock dribbles pre into her soft, red hair. The birdlime affixing her cheek to the board keeps her from turning her face away, forcing her to inhale the musky scent of his balls. As the heft of his cock presses down against her face, she imagines how it'll feel inside her and faints.

When Lacey comes to, the board she's glued to is being dragged across the warehouse floor. She stares up at the man dragging the board, the fat slob from before, and whimpers around the bikini bottoms gagging her, her gaze falling to his softened cock, the shaft glistening with her nectar still. The fat slob sees her looking and grins as he says, "Aching for my cock already, huh? Too bad. It's Danny D's turn." He drops the board a distance from the balancing beam and the other sticky boards and leans in to say, "You're bout to be thankful I got to you first and gave that pussy a good stretching."

Before she can wonder where Danny D is, the host steps up beside her and grins out to all the cameras, his cock standing proud from the fly of his trousers. "The moment I've been waiting for all night is finally here, folks! Do you think Lacey is ready? Do you think I care?" He goes to kneel behind the girl's lifted hips. His heavy cock slaps down against one lush ass cheek and then the other as Lacey squirms and bucks against the birdlime.

The angle at which the birdlime has her face glued forces Lacey to stare up at the overhead monitors currently showing a closeup of Danny D's blunt, broad cockhead pressing to her nether lips. Her pussy resists his first push, his cock's tip bumping against her without penetrating. For an instant, for only a single second, she lets herself believe he'll give up and declare her pussy too tight for his monster of a cock. A savage thrust follows and she watches in real time on the monitors as her folds part and spread, her back arching as if to offer her pussy up to the game show host with the fat cock, crying out even as she spits out the bikini bottoms, "O-oh God! Fu-fuck me!"

Every last inch of his cock forces its way inside her. Her view on the monitor is of his balls pressed up against her outer lips. He holds himself there and grinds forward as if looking to gape her poor pussy even further, her folds gripping at him like a too small glove. With one hand on the small of her back, he holds up his mic with the other. "I really need to add a 'no sloppy seconds' clause to my contract. Imagine how tight this slut would've been before she got herself fucked by our lucky staff member!"

Danny D sets the mic down and goes to work on that pussy. With a white-knuckled grip, he holds Lacey's lifted hips, her ass quivering with his every vigorous thrust. Each time he pulls back, his shaft comes into view on the monitors again, his length coated in her nectar. Her pussy squelches with the fast crescendo of thrusts, more and more of the fat slob's cum **** out as Danny D slams in deep, as the sheer size of his behemoth of a cock leaves no room inside her for anything else. When he leans forward over her, Danny D plants a hand down against her head, further pressing her face into the birdlime, the angle allowing him to pump into her with his full pussy-pounding length.

With her mouth hanging open, her tongue lolling past her lips, Lacey drools onto the board and onto the bunched up yellow bikini bottoms. Guttural whimpers and moans rise from her throat. The mind-blowing pleasure of being stretched so dominates her mind, her thoughts focused only on how full her pussy feels, not able to even think of the consequences of a second man cumming inside her unprotected pussy. Punctuated by little whimpers, she can only manage to repeat, "F-fuck, f-fuck, f-fuck me!"

The overhead monitors again go to showing closeups of her nether lips and folds parted wide by the girthy cock plunging deep inside her. Danny D holds himself fully inside her, his cock flexing inside the pussy he's stretched out. The spurts of cum that follow have Lacey gasping aloud, her legs shaking as she cums too, cumming harder than she ever has, her pussy contracting around that wonderful cock. Exhausted by the second rough fuck of her evening, Lacey slumps forward against the birdlime-coated board, panting aloud, one of her braids plastered across her mouth, her pussy squeezing at the cock inside her still.

Danny D picks up his mic with one hand and pulls himself free of her with the other, a torrent of cum gushing out onto the board. He grins up at the monitors as they show a replay of the moment he cummed inside her, the closeups on the monitors showing his cock shoved in to its base with cum flowing out around his girthy shaft. "Unfortunately for Lacey, her time here on Fucked or Fortune ended with creampies instead of a $100,000 cash prize! But we hope the show at least gave the young actress the exposure she was after!" Danny D gestures for the cameramen to move closer before he reaches down and spreads Lacey's pussy, showing all the cum deep inside the girl. "I'd definitely call this exposed!"

After patting her on the ass, Danny D moves to kneel by her head. Into the mic, he says, "If you think you can do better than Lacey, then come give it a shot! We promise everyone walks away either..." He pulls the mic away from his mouth and gestures with it to someone outside Lacey's limited field of vision.

A hand closes on Lacey's hip as she hears someone go to their knees behind her. She squirms and struggles against the birdlime to try and see who it is before she hears the fat slob say into Danny D's mic, "Fucked!" He follows the word with the action, pushing his pussy-stretcher of a cock into her with a powerful thrust.

Lacey is the next one to speak as Danny D holds the mic to her mouth, and she does her best to stammer out, "F-f-fucked!" Again Lacey has a fat cock reaming out her inner folds, the slob's beer gut rubbing against her round ass whenever he sinks deep.

Before she can close her mouth, Danny D rubs her soft lips with his broad, slimy cockhead, smearing them with his cum. Over her guttural moans, he says into the mic, "Or with a fortune! Thank you all for watching this episode of Fucked or Fortune, and tune in next time to see if the next girl is as unlucky as our wannabe actress Lacey!"