Emma had always been a size queen, the type of woman whose wildest, most forbidden fantasies revolved around being completely overpowered, stretched beyond her limits, and filled to the brim by thick, veiny cocks that made her feel like the desperate, cock-hungry slut she knew she was deep down. At nearly 40, her body was still a masterpiece of temptation. Her full, heavy breasts with nipples that hardened at the slightest dirty thought, her toned ass that jiggled just right when spanked, and her smooth, always-wet pussy that could take serious girth without batting an eye.

But lately, life had worn her down: the endless stress of her demanding job, wrangling the kids through school and activities, and managing the chaos of the house had left her exhausted, a shadow of the carefree sexual force Alex had met almost 20 years ago. He signed her up for “Slut Roulette” as the ultimate gift, a way to reignite that wild spark, to let her surrender completely and rediscover the insatiable vixen he fell in love with.

She is going to be the star of the upcoming episode of “Slut Roulette,” this twisted, underground sex game show that her husband, Alex, had signed her up for as the ultimate thrill, knowing full well how much she craved being the center of a gangbang with ripped studs using her like a disposable fucktoy.

The rules were laid out crystal clear by the host, his voice booming over the speakers like a perverted announcer at a sporting event, as Emma lay there naked on the massive lazy Susan turntable in the heart of the dimly lit studio. The air was thick with the musky scent of arousal, spotlights casting shadows over her exposed body, her legs already spread wide in invitation, her pink folds glistening under the harsh lights.

“Ladies and gentlemen behind the glass, welcome to Slut Roulette! Our eager contestant, Emma, is about to be spun like the filthy little wheel of fortune she is, surrounded by eight absolute beasts. Chiseled gods with cocks they’re jerking slow and steady to keep ‘em rock-hard and throbbing just for her. Alex here spins the wheel, and wherever her pretty little pussy lands, that lucky stud can fuck, finger, or eat Emma's cunt for the first two minutes. His mission? Make this insatiable whore cum her brains out. If he does, he scores two points and unlocks another two minutes of pure, no-holds-barred chaos.

"Anything goes, folks. Anal pounding, fisting, face fucking or whatever else makes her scream. And if he keeps her cumming without a full two-minute break between orgasms, his turn drags on, piling up those points like cumshots soon to be on her face. But wait, there’s more: any contestant can score one point by cumming on or in Emma, anytime, even if it’s not their turn. Blast her face, tits, pussy, ass, doesn’t matter. They can jerk off and unload while another guy is balls-deep in her holes.

"The first round is a two-hour marathon of debauchery. At the end, the top two scorers advance to a final round threesome with Emma, where she’ll try her damndest to make them cum. Whoever holds out the longest gets to use her as he wishes until he cums and also wins the all-expenses-paid trip to Hedonism II in Jamaica with her and her husband Alex tags along to join the fun. The winner decides if he hoards her or shares her with every hung bastard at the resort. Emma’s a certified size queen who can swallow 8 to 10 inches of thick meat with all 3 holes like it’s nothing, so the biggest, most dominant alphas are gonna have a field day. Spin that wheel, Alex, let’s turn your wife into the cum-drenched mess she was born to be!”

The studio pulsed with electric tension, the hidden audience murmuring behind the one-way glass, their eyes devouring every inch of Emma’s displayed form. The eight contestants encircled the leather-padded turntable like predators, their bodies sculpted perfection. Ripped abs, broad shoulders veined like roadmaps, powerful thighs that screamed stamina. Each one stroked their erect cocks lazily, keeping them at full mast: thick shafts pulsing with need, already leaking pre-cum in shiny beads. Emma’s heart hammered in her chest, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight, her mind racing with lust. God, I’m such a pathetic slut, she thought, spreading my legs for strangers while Alex watches. I can't wait to be used like a cheap whore, and covered in their cum.

Alex stood at the wheel’s edge, his own cock tenting his pants as he shot her a wicked grin, his eyes dark with excitement. “You ready to get spun and fucked senseless, baby? Ready to beg these guys to wreck your holes and unload all over you while I watch you turn into a cumrag? Any last words to get them excited?”

Emma bit her lip, her voice coming out in a needy whine as she locked eyes with him, already feeling the humiliation fuel her arousal. “Oh fuck yes, Alex. Spin me and turn me into the worthless, cock-addicted slut I already know I am. I want them stuffing me full, making me cum like a greedy whore who can’t get enough, and blasting their loads on my face.”

The audience’s murmurs swelled as Alex gripped the handle and yanked it with all his might. The table lurched into motion, whirring smoothly as Emma’s world became a dizzying whirl of lights, muscular torsos, and those magnificent cocks bobbing in her peripheral vision. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples aching for touch, her ass cheeks clenching in anticipation of the spanks, stretches, and cumshots to come.

The spin slowed gradually, the friction humming beneath her, until her head came to a perfect stop right in front of Contestant #1. A towering, blond Adonis standing about 6'3, named Viktor. His 9-inch cock, a masterpiece of veiny perfection, curved slightly upward like it was designed to hit every filthy spot inside her, his heavy balls shaved smooth and hanging low.

“Will he start with oral or get straight to it?” the host bellowed, the timer already ticking in the background.

Viktor’s blue eyes burned into hers as he fisted his shaft slowly, a smirk curling his lips. “I'm gonna fuck your wife's pussy for 100, Alex." The Jeopardy joke only half landing. "Gonna break in this dripping cunt first. Show her what a real pussy stretch feels like.”

The clock started: two minutes on the dot. Viktor stepped up between her spread thighs, his ripped thighs flexing like coiled springs, the heat radiating off his body making Emma’s skin prickle. He didn’t waste a second on preliminaries; instead, he gripped her thighs with iron hands, spreading her even wider until her muscles burned, and slammed his full length into her in one brutal thrust, the sudden stretch making her scream as her walls clamped down around him. The curve of his shaft dragged along her inner ridges with every pull back, and when he thrust forward, it hooked upward to grind against her G-spot relentlessly. His pace was punishing from the start. Short, sharp jabs that made her breasts bounce wildly, interspersed with long, deep holds where he rotated his hips to stir her insides, the pressure building like a storm. Spanks landed on her inner thighs, sharp and rhythmic, each one sending a jolt straight to her clit, her skin reddening under his palms as he growled, “Take it, you filthy cunt. Your pussy’s sucking me in like the desperate hole it is.”

Emma’s back arched off the leather, her fingers clawing at the padding as the sensations overwhelmed her, the audience’s hidden stares feeling like physical touches on her skin. “Oh god, yes! Pound my worthless pussy harder. Daddy, please make this slut cum for your points! Spank me like the bad girl I desperately crave to be!” Her voice broke on the last word as the first orgasm hit her at 1:20, her body convulsing, pussy fluttering around his cock in waves that milked him, squirt spraying out to soak his balls and the table below. Two points for Viktor, but he didn’t stop there, his thrusts only getting harder, the wet slaps filling the room as he leaned in, his breath hot on her face. Viktor whispered, "you will ask me for permission to cum next time."

But she came once, again and again without asking. Her body betrayed her at 1:50, and Viktor’s hand cracked across her cheek in a sharp smack. The sting bloomed into heat that made her pussy clench even tighter. “Did I say you could cum, whore? Ask or get punished!” he snarled, his eyes dark with dominance as he stared down at her, face to face, the slap leaving a red mark that she could feel throbbing.

“I’m sorry, sir! Please let this disobedient slut cum again! I need it so bad!” Emma whimpered, tears pricking her eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure, her humiliation complete as another contestant stepped up from the side, jerking his cock furiously and unloading thick ropes across her face and her heaving breasts, the warm cum splattering her nipples for his one point, the sticky mess dripping down her sides as she bucked under Viktor’s relentless pounding.

Viktor granted permission with a grunt, and she exploded once more at 0:30, two more points were scored, and her screams echoing as he finally pulled out, flipping her onto all fours roughly, her knees sinking into the leather, ass up in the air like an offering. “Time for that tight little ass, slut. You gonna beg for it?”

Emma glanced over her shoulder at Alex, her face flushed with shame and need, cum dripping down her chin. “Alex, baby, can I let him fuck my ass? Please, I need it so bad.”

Alex nodded, his hand now openly stroking his bulge. “Do it, Emma. Let him take that hole while I watch you beg for his load.”

She turned back to Viktor. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Stretch me wide and make me your anal slut. And when you’re ready, please cum deep inside. Fill my worthless hole with your hot seed for that extra point!”

Viktor chuckled darkly, coating his shaft in her pussy juices for lube, then pressing his flared head against her puckered rosebud. He inched in millimeter by millimeter, the pressure building as her ring resisted at first, then yielded with a pop, the burn spreading through her like fire. “Breathe through it bitch, such a good girl. Feel how your ass is swallowing me up? Such an eager and slutty hole.”

He spanked her left cheek hard, the crack echoing, leaving a red handprint as he sank deeper, pausing every inch to let her adjust, rotating slightly to widen the path. Emma’s moans turned to whimpers, the fullness overwhelming, her pussy dripping onto the table below. Once balls-deep, he held there, grinding in small circles to let her feel every vein pulsing inside her, then pulled back slowly, almost out, before thrusting forward with controlled power.

The rhythm escalated. Long, deliberate drags that made her ass cheeks quiver, then faster pistons that slapped skin on skin, his hands alternating spanks on both sides, turning her ass a glowing pink. “Take it, you insatiable whore. Your ass is gripping me like it never wants to let go!”

“Fuck me harder! Yes sir spank me until I’m raw, used, and bruised! Oh god, I’m gonna cum! Fill me with your cum, please!” Emma begged, locking eyes with her husband, imagining his judgment as her body clenched tight during another orgasm crashing at 1:15, her ass clenching around him like a fist, milking all of his cum.

Two more points for the orgasm. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m such a disobedient whore! Please let me cum again?”

“Good girl! Cum one more time for me.” Another orgasm Rios through her as her screams echo. Viktor set the bar high with a decent score before his dry spell. As Viktor pulled out, another contestant stepped up, blasting cum onto her face, tongue, and tits, the warm splatter dripping down her nipples for his one point.

Emma’s body was a wreck after Viktor’s turn, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat that made her glow under the studio lights, her heavy breasts rising and falling in ragged breaths, nipples hard as diamonds from the constant arousal. Viktor's cum leaking from her ass, mixing with her squirt on the leather turntable, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air like a fog. Her mind was a whirlwind of humiliation, pleasure, and a rekindled fire she hadn’t felt in years. Alex’s gift was working; the stress of work, kids, and home felt distant, replaced by this raw, animalistic need. But as the wheel prepared for the next spin, a flicker of apprehension crept in. She knew the game was just beginning, and each contestant could be more intense than the last.

Alex gave her a reassuring smile, his hand lingering on the wheel. “You were amazing, baby. Ready for round two?” Emma nodded, her voice still hoarse. “Spin it, Alex. I need more… make me their whore.” She shifted slightly on the table, staying on her back for now, legs spread wide, her gaping pussy presented like a trophy, still pulsing from the previous ravaging.

The wheel whirred to life again, the hum vibrating through her body, amplifying her sensitivity. The spin seemed slower this time, or perhaps it was her anticipation dragging it out, the lights blurring as the contestants’ faces spun past like a carousel of temptation. Her heart pounded as it slowed, her pussy aligning perfectly with Contestant #2, a mountain of a man who towered over the others at 6’5”, his frame a solid wall of muscle, every inch chiseled and defined, from his boulder-like shoulders to his tree-trunk thighs.

Tattoos blanketed his skin like a second layer: fierce dragons coiling up his arms, skulls grinning from his chest, tribal patterns etching his abs, even bold script trailing down his V-cut that read “Conqueror” just above the base of his cock. He wasn’t her type at all. Rugged, rough, too tattooed, the kind of man who looked like he’d spent most of his life behind bars, but there was something magnetic about him, a raw, primal energy that stirred an unexpected heat in her belly, making her pussy twitch despite the ache.

And then her eyes locked on his cock: the largest she’d ever seen. A true monster at 12 inches, and much thicker than her wrist, veiny like a roadmap of power, with a slight upward curve that promised devastation. It dwarfed the others in the competition, a beast that made her toys at home seem tame by comparison. An uncommonly large cock among already uncommonly large cocks. She knew from those secret sessions with her biggest dildo that something this size would overwhelm her, hitting every nerve, forcing intense orgasms she couldn’t control.

But that knowledge brought an instant dilemma crashing down: the rules. If he made her cum, and he undoubtedly would, she could feel the pull already. He’d unlock his no-rules time, and her ass would be his to destroy. With that girth, it would be more agony than ecstasy, potentially ruining her for any other man. She decided to hold back at all cost, to deny the climax, even as the strange attraction to this inked giant made her body betray her with a fresh gush of wetness.

“Lick or stick?” the host boomed, the timer ticking like a heartbeat in the background.

The giant, Brock, as the host had called him earlier, grinned down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with predatory intent as he fisted his massive shaft, the head flaring like a crown. “I'm gonna ruin this whore with my cock,” he rumbled, his voice a deep bass that vibrated through her bones. “Gonna stuff this already gaping  cunt full and watch her shatter.”

Brock loomed over her, his shadow engulfing her small frame as he positioned himself between her thighs, his tattooed hands, with fingers thick as sausages, grabbing her knees and forcing them apart until she felt the strain in her hips, her pussy exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. He slapped his cock against her mound with a heavy, meaty thud that made her jolt, the weight of it sending shockwaves through her clit, the veins pulsing against her sensitive skin as he rubbed the underside along her folds, coating his length in her slickness. The contact was electric, his pre-cum mixing with hers, stringing between them like obscene threads.

“Feel that, slut? This beast is gonna rearrange your guts,” he taunted, his free hand coming down in a firm spank on her inner thigh, the crack sharp, the sting blooming into heat that raced straight to her core, making her clench involuntarily.

Emma bit down on her lip until she tasted blood, fighting the rising tide, the way his size and presence, the tattoos shifting with each flex of his muscles, stirred something forbidden in her. “Please, sir… take it slow,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but even as she said it, her hips twitched upward, seeking more despite her resolve.

Brock’s laugh was low and cruel, echoing in the studio as he aligned his flared head with her entrance. “Slow? For a cock-obsessed whore like you? Think again.” He pushed forward, the head breaching her with a pop that made her gasp, the thickness forcing her walls to part in a burn that bordered on too much, too soon. He didn’t inch in gently; instead, he fed her his length in deliberate, forceful increments—first the head, stretching her lips wide, then a few inches of shaft, the veins dragging along her inner ridges, making her toes curl. He paused halfway, rotating his hips to grind against her G-spot, widening her further, the pressure building as her body adjusted, or tried to. Then, with a grunt, he slammed the rest home, his balls slapping her ass with a wet smack, the fullness so overwhelming she saw stars, her pussy stuffed to its limit, the strange attraction to this tattooed colossus amplifying every sensation.

His rhythm started brutal, pulling back to the head, letting her feel the emptiness, then thrusting forward with hip-snapping force, the curve hitting her depths just right, his girth rubbing every nerve. Spanks landed on her ass cheeks now, his massive palms covering them, the cracks loud and rhythmic, her skin turning pink under the assault as the heat spread, making her clench around him. His other hand roamed up, grabbing her breast roughly, pinching her nipple hard between thumb and forefinger, twisting it until she yelped, the pain shooting straight to her clit like lightning. “That’s it, slut! Feel this monster owning you. Your pussy’s mine now.”

Emma’s mind screamed to hold back, but her body was on fire, the size pushing her toward the edge faster than she could fight. The tattoos on his arms flexed with each thrust, the dragons seeming to come alive, the strange pull making her want to submit despite herself. She gripped the table edges, her knuckles white, breathing shallow as she tried to distract herself, thinking of anything but the pleasure. “No… I won’t… not yet,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips betraying her with small, involuntary grinds.

Brock sensed it, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. “Trying to hold out, eh? Cute. But this dick doesn’t fail. You will cum.” He ramped up, his thrusts faster, deeper, his hand sliding to her throat, fingers wrapping around gently at first, choking her lightly to heighten the sensation, the pressure making her head swim, stars dancing in her vision. His other hand continued the nipple play, rolling one between his fingers, pinching the other, the dual pain-pleasure making her body arch. The audience gasped audibly, the murmurs turning to whispers of awe. No one had ever seen a sex scene so intense, the way her body responded to his dominance like a puppet on strings.

At 1:53, she broke. She almost made it, but the orgasm slammed into her like a tsunami, her body seizing, pussy convulsing in violent, unending spasms around his girth, squirt gushing in powerful arcs that drenched his thighs and the table, her scream ripping from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed over her, bigger than anything she’d ever felt, her vision blurring from the intensity. Two points for Brock. He didn’t let up though, thrusting through it, extending the orgasm, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

“Admit it, whore. Admit that was the biggest orgasm of your life. Say it loud for everyone!” Brock demanded, his voice a command that allowed no refusal, his hand tightening slightly on her throat for emphasis, the choke making her lightheaded, amplifying the aftershocks.

“Yes, sir! Oh god, it was the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had… and I tried not to, but I couldn’t! I’m such a pathetic slut for your huge cock! My ass is yours if you want it." Emma sobbed, the words spilling out in a rush, her face burning with shame as the audience erupted in applause, the host muttering something about “unprecedented intensity.”

Two points for Brock. But he didn’t switch to anal. Instead, he kept pounding her pussy, his massive cock churning her insides, his pace calculated to rack up points. “That’s right, you tried to deny me, but this womb is mine now. I’m gonna make you orgasm so many times before I fuck that ass that no one can touch my score. Your husband can count ‘em out. He knows I own this pussy now. Alex, keep track, because it’s gonna be impossible for the audience to tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins.”

Alex, his face a mix of arousal and awe, nodded. “One,” he called as Emma’s body surged into another orgasm almost immediately, her pussy still hypersensitive, the thrusts hitting her G-spot without fail, squirt spraying again.

Brock’s banter with Alex flowed as he dominated her, his tattooed body glistening with sweat, muscles flexing like coiled steel. “Two… three…” Alex counted, Emma’s orgasms blending into a continuous, mind-shattering wave, her screams turning to guttural moans, her body a quivering wreck as squirt after squirt soaked everything. Brock’s hand stayed on her throat, choking her in pulses that timed with his thrusts, making each orgasm more intense, her vision spotting. His other hand alternated nipple play, pinching, twisting, pulling until they ached, the orgasms unending.

The other contestants watched, their cocks hardening further, unable to hold back—one by one, they let them rip, jerking furiously at the sight of this intense scene, no one having ever witnessed anything so raw, so primal. Contestant #3 unloaded first, ropes of cum splattering her face, the warm load hitting her cheeks and lips for his one point. Then #4, blasting across her open mouth, the salty taste filling her as she gasped. #5 followed, cum landing on her forehead, dripping into her hair. The sight of Emma, writhing under Brock’s dominance, her body in constant orgasm, was too much... #6, #7, #8, and even Viktor, still recovering, all came, their loads painting her face in a messy mask, points racking up as the audience cheered. The host exclaimed “Folks, we’ve never seen a scene this intense. This is history!”

“Four… five… six…” Alex continued, his voice strained, watching his wife’s body betray her. The strange attraction she felt to Brock was evident in her desperate moans.

Brock leaned in, his voice a whisper amid the chaos. “Hear that, Alex? I’ve claimed her womb. Should I knock her up right here. I can either fill her womb with my fertile seed, or tear into that ass and ruin it forever? Your call.”

One of the rules for the contestants is that they must be off of birth control and ovulating during the filming. Almost guaranteeing they will get pregnant during the episode or on the trip afterward. Alex, stroking faster, met Brock’s eyes. “Ruin her ass… make that whore scream.”

Brock grinned, pulling out of her pussy with a wet pop, her hole gaping inches wide. He repositioned her in doggy style, dragging her by the hips until her ass hung off the edge of the table, her knees on the leather, body arched precariously, exposed and vulnerable. “You heard him, slut. Time for this monster to claim your ass.”

Emma braced, thinking the girth would be too much, that the pain would at a minimum stop the orgasm onslaught; however, as he pressed in the stretch ignited everything anew. He thrust deep, the thickness splitting her, and long before his current 2 mins were up, she orgasmed yet again, her ass spasming in continuous orgasms rolling as he pounded. Brock reached up and grabbed ahold of her hair, his hand fisting her locks, yanking her head back to arch her body further, the pull adding to the dominance.

“Seven… eight…” Alex counted, the orgasms unending. Brock released her hair and choked her lightly from behind with one hand and twisted a nipple with the other. "Apologize to your husband, bitch! Tell him, "I'm sorry, Alex, but Brock owns me now. He can have me whenever he wants!" Emma looked up at Alex and just nodded in shame. She knew it was true.

The counting continued, and as Alex's count reached twelve, Brock pulled out, his cock throbbing. Grabbing her by the hair again, he yanked her around, flipping her onto her back, dragging her until her head hung off the edge of the table, her mouth exposed. “Open wide, slut... taste your ass and take my load.” Her mouth opened obediently, and he positioned his cock at her lips, the head too thick to go deep, but enough to fill her as he came, ropes flooding her throat, overflowing as she swallowed desperately, the rest spilling down her face and in her eyes and hair. Emma ashamed she couldn't swallow his cock. That had never happened to her before.

By the end of Brock's turn, Emma was changed. Exhausted, euphoric, and certainly craving Brock to win. Her thoughts linger on him.

Emma calls timeout

Not technically in the rules, but Emma calls for a quick break to regroup. Emma's body lay sprawled on the turntable, a quivering canvas of exhaustion and ecstasy in the wake of Brock's savage dominance, every nerve still alight with the lingering fire of those chaining orgasms that had reduced her to a sobbing, squirting ruin. Her skin gleamed with a slick layer of sweat, catching the studio lights in a way that made her look like a debauched goddess, her full breasts rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths, the nipples raw and swollen from the punishing twists that had sent sharp bolts of pain-tinged pleasure racing through her core. Cum, thick, viscous ropes from all eight contestants who had lost control at the sight of her writhing under Brock's 12-inch monster, adorned her face like a humiliating mask, drying in flaky patches on her cheeks, lips, and chin, the salty bitterness still coating her tongue and the back of her mouth from the overflows she'd desperately swallowed during his final, throat-filling deluge. More cum streaked her face, tits, belly, and thighs from the sideline blasts, warm and cooling in sticky trails that made her feel like marked territory. Her ass leaked Viktor's load from the first turn, the warmth trickling down in slow, teasing rivulets that slid down her crack and pooled between her thighs, but her pussy remained unclaimed internally, throbbing with an empty, aching need, slick only with her own squirt that had erupted in powerful, unending jets during those twelve counted orgasms in each hole under Brock's command. The leather beneath her was a slippery puddle of her fluids, the air thick with the heady, musky scent of sex, sweat, semen on her skin, and her arousal, hanging like a fog over the studio, making every inhale a reminder of her utter degradation.

The audience's applause had tapered into a charged, expectant silence, as if the room itself was catching its breath after witnessing something almost mythical in its intensity. The other contestants stood around the turntable, their bodies tense, cocks at half-mast or still semi-erect, some twitching with aftershocks, eyes glazed as they stared at her cum-glazed form. The host wiped his brow, his voice still laced with awe as he announced the points, but even he seemed shaken, the studio feeling smaller, more intimate in the wake of the spectacle.

Alex was at her side in an instant, kneeling on the edge of the turntable, his presence a comforting anchor amid the storm. His hand cupped her face gently, thumb brushing away a drying flake of cum from her cheek, his eyes wide with a mix of concern, pride, and undisguised lust. "Baby... that was fucking incredible. You okay? You look... god, you look wrecked, but in the hottest way." His voice was husky, strained, his free hand adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants as he leaned closer, his breath warm on her skin. He kissed her softly, his lips pressing against hers, tasting the lingering salt of Brock's load, his tongue slipping in to explore, a low groan escaping him as he savored the evidence of her degradation. The game was transforming them, peeling back the layers of routine and stress, the job's endless deadlines, the kids' chaotic schedules, the house's never-ending chores, all dissolving into this sea of sensation, bringing back the passionate couple they'd been 20 years ago.

Emma leaned into the kiss, her hand weakly reaching up to tangle in his hair, her voice a raspy whisper when they parted. "I'm... good, Alex. Sore, but good. That cock... Brock's... it changed something in me. I feel free, like the old me is back." She confessed it with a blush, her pussy clenching at the memory, fresh arousal seeping out despite the exhaustion, the strange pull to the tattooed giant making her crave more, to see him in the final round.

Alex's eyes lit with fire, his hand sliding down to her thigh, fingers teasing the edge of her slick folds without pushing in. "Then let's keep it going. This is our gift,rediscovering us." He stood, gripping the wheel for spin 3, and gave it a powerful yank, the table humming to life beneath her.

The spin blurred the world once more, the vibration teasing her oversensitive clit like a phantom lover, making her gasp as the faces whirled past. It slowed, her pussy landing in front of Contestant #3, a rugged, broad-shouldered guy named Derek with a 8.5-inch cock, thick and veiny like twisted ropes, his body stocky and hairy, built for power with a no-nonsense vibe that made him seem like a working-class stud ready to claim what he wanted. He wasn't her type. Too gruff, too straightforward, but in her current state, any cock stirred that growing hunger.

Derek stepped up, his rough, calloused hands grabbing her hips, his thick fingers digging into her flesh as he aligned his cock with her entrance, the head nudging against her folds, parting them with a wet sound. "Fuck yes," he grunted, thrusting in deep with a growl, the thickness stretching her walls in a satisfying burn, his veiny shaft dragging along her inner ridges as he bottomed out, his hairy balls slapping her ass. The rhythm was immediate and rough. Long, powerful strokes that made her body rock, his hips snapping with force, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge but not quite there, his hands roaming to grope her tits, pinching her sore nipples with rough tugs that made her yelp, the pain mingling with pleasure.

Emma moaned, the fullness after the emptiness stirring her deeply, but she held back, her body still sensitized from Brock, no orgasm building fast enough in the short time. The audience murmured, the host noting the "creampie opener potential." Derek's face contorted, the sight of her cum-glazed body--face masked, tits sticky from sideline loads--too overwhelming; at 1:30, he couldn't hold, his cock swelling as he unloaded deep inside her pussy, the warm, pulsing flood filling her womb for the first time, marking her with his seed for his one point. "Shit... too tight, too hot," he admitted, pulling out with a pop, his cum dribbling out in white streams as he stepped back, breathing heavy.

The host laughed. "First pussy creampie! Emma's womb is officially open! And Derek may soon be a father! Spin again for spin 4!"

Emma felt the warmth bloom inside her, her pussy now claimed, the sensation of being filled making her feel owned, bred, her arousal simmering as the wheel turned.

It slowed to Contestant #4--a tall, lean guy named Kyle with a straight 9-incher, his body athletic and smooth, his eyes hungry as he stared at the cum now leaking from her.

Kyle stepped up, thrusting in without a word, the length sliding deep with a wet slurp, stirring Derek's fresh load inside her like a churn, the sensation of the cum being displaced making her gasp. "Vaginal," he said belatedly, his rhythm erratic and eager, pounding with long, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging in as he pulled her back onto him. He leaned down, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard and biting lightly. The pain sparked her nerves as his other hand slapped her ass with sharp cracks that left stinging heat.

Emma's breath hitched, the fullness and motion building something inside her, but the quick pace didn't quite push her over. The audience leaned in, the host quipping about the "creampie chain." Kyle's control slipped, the visual of her glazed face and the feel of the cum-lubed pussy too much; at 1:45, he shuddered, cumming deep in her pussy, adding his load to Derek's for his one point, the combined warmth making her feel bloated and bred. "Fuck... couldn't hold with you like this," he panted, pulling out as the excess cum bubbled out, dripping down her ass crack.

The host chuckled. "Double creampie--Emma's womb is filling up! Spin for spin 5!"

Emma's pussy felt fuller now, the two loads sloshing inside her with each breath. The thought of getting pregnant during the show turned her on way more than she thought it would. The warmth of their cum spreading like a fire, making her clench involuntarily, a strange thrill of being filled so rapidly after the emptiness building her arousal, her body now craving a real release after the teases.

The wheel spun, landing on Contestant #5--a buff, blond guy named Zane with an 8-inch curve, his body chiseled and veined, his grin cocky as he eyed the mess between her legs.

Zane stepped up, slamming in with a wet squish, the curve hooking her G-spot immediately, stirring the two loads inside her with a sloshing sound that made her blush. "Messy, hot!" he growled, thrusting wildly, his hands slapping her ass with sharp cracks that made her cheeks jiggle and sting, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back, his mouth latching onto her neck, biting lightly to mark her skin.

Emma moaned louder, the curve teasing her spot with each thrust, the fullness of the loads amplifying every sensation, but she didn't quite tip over. The audience cheered the "triple potential," the host hyping it. Zane's face twisted, the sight and feel too intense; at 1:50, his load erupted deep inside, the third creampie for his point, the warmth overflowing as he pulled out, cum gushing out in a torrent down her thighs.

"Three creampies in 6 min! Wheel for spin 6!" the host announced, the audience roaring.

Emma lay there, her pussy now a brimming, overflowing cauldron of three fresh loads, the warmth sloshing with each breath, making her feel utterly bred and full, her arousal at a fever pitch from the unfulfilled thrusts, her body desperate for a real climax after the quick fillings. The wheel slowed for spin 6, her overflowing cunt stopping in front of Lorenzo, the sleek Italian with his 9.5-inch perfect cock, his presence a seductive and elegant contrast.

Lorenzo stepped forward, his eyes meeting hers with a knowing smile. Lorenzo pauses, his tattooed hand gently stroking her inner thigh. "Wait, bella... you've been their toy so far. How about you take the lead this time? Tell me what you want me to do. Command me. I'll follow every word, and make you feel like the queen you are."

Emma's breath caught, the offer a startling flip after the male-led turns, her dominant side stirring, the strange attraction to his refinement making her bold. "Okay... servant. Eat my cum-filled pussy first. Lick me clean, tongue deep."

Lorenzo knelt, his hands gentle on her thighs, his tongue diving in with sensual laps, tasting the three loads with hums that vibrated through her, swirling around her clit, his fingers parting her for deeper probes. "As you command, bella."

"Choke me lightly while you eat me," she ordered, and he did, his hand wrapping around her throat in gentle pulses, the pressure heightening the sensations as his tongue fucked her hole, lapping the cum with slow, deliberate strokes that made her hips buck.

"Finger me just right, curl on my spot," she demanded, her voice gaining confidence, the power rushing through her like a drug. His fingers slid in, three curling precisely to hook her G-spot, pumping in a rhythm she directed--slow at first, then faster as she said, "Speed up... make me feel it."

His other hand moved to her breasts when she commanded, "Play with my tits--pinch my nipples hard, twist them until I moan." He obeyed, his fingers clamping down, twisting with sharp tugs that sent jolts straight to her core, the pain blooming into heat that amplified every lick, every curl.

The build was exquisite, her commands empowering her, relieving the last remnants of her real-life stress as she took control, the audience silent in awe at the woman-led dynamic. The orgasm hit like a wave, her body convulsing, squirt gushing into his mouth as she screamed, the release deep and satisfying after the quick fillings.

Two points for Lorenzo. He lifted his head, face glistening with her squirt and the cum mix, his eyes submissive yet sparkling.  "You're my good boy now," Emma panted, the power surging through her as the audience murmured in approval.

The no-rules round unlocked, but Lorenzo remained kneeling, his voice soft and encouraging. "Your lead, bella--what next? Command me, and I'll make it perfect."

Emma's dominant side fully awakened, the contrast to the previous turns like a breath of fresh air, her stress melting away as she embraced the role. "Fuck my pussy sensually--slow and deep, grind against my G-spot. Choke me while you do it, and pull my hair to arch my back."

Lorenzo rose, his 9.5-inch cock sliding into her with a slow, deliberate push, the pronounced head popping past her entrance with a wet suck, stretching her as he ground deep, his hips rolling in circles to press against her spot just as she ordered. His hand choked her throat in light, pulsing squeezes, the restriction making her head swim with heightened pleasure, while his other fisted her hair, pulling her head back to arch her body, the tug adding a delicious edge of control she dictated.

"Faster now... pound me hard, but stop when I say," she commanded, and he accelerated, his thrusts snapping with force, the slap of skin on skin echoing, but halting when she gasped "Stop," leaving her on the edge, her body trembling.

"Twist my nipples. Make it hurt," she ordered, and he did, his fingers clamping down, twisting with sharp tugs that made her yelp, the pain blooming into heat that pushed her over into another orgasm, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed, squirt spraying.

Alex counted the orgasms as they chained, "One... two..." Emma's body a live wire under her own direction, the power making each release more intense, her squirt gushing in rhythmic fountains that soaked Lorenzo and the table.

The audience watched in stunned fascination, the woman-led dynamic a fresh, intense twist--no one had seen Emma command like this, her orders leading to such raw pleasure. The contestants, drawn by the scene, stepped up one by one, jerking their cocks at the sight of her dominance, cumming on her face and tits in hot, pulsing ropes, the loads layering as they couldn't hold back from the unprecedented sensuality.

"Eat my ass now--tongue deep, make me feel worshiped," she ordered, flipping to her stomach, and Lorenzo obeyed, his tongue probing her rosebud with slow, penetrating laps, tasting Viktor's load as he hummed vibrations, his fingers parting her cheeks for deeper access when she said, "Spread me wider."

"Now fuck my ass--slowly at first, then hard when I say," she commanded, and he thrust in with care, the head popping past her ring with a gasp-inducing stretch, grinding deep as she directed, his rhythm building to pounding when she gasped "Harder now," choking and nipple play continuing as she ordered.

"Fist my pussy--slowly, stretch me until I say stop," she demanded, and he slid his hand in gradually, the stretch, delicious, as his fingers curled inside, knuckles grinding her walls when she said "Deeper, fist me proper," the orgasms exploding under her control, Alex counting to six, and her body shaking with each powerful release, squirt flooding around his wrist.

After the sixth, Emma, empowered and euphoric, commanded, "Pull your fist out and cum in my mouth. Drag me  to the edge of the table by my hair and fuck my throat!"

Lorenzo obeyed, grabbing her hair in a firm but controlled fist as she directed, flipping her onto her back and dragging her until her head hung off the edge, her throat exposed. "Open wide, bella," he lined his cock at her lips and jammed it down her throat to the hilt. It wasn't but 5-10 pumps before he unloaded into her belly.

By the end, Emma was transformed, empowered, the dominant vixen fully awakened, craving Lorenzo to advance alongside Brock for the final threesome, but the wheel spun, and the game marching on.

Emma’s body was a raging inferno of unquenched lust in the wake of Lorenzo’s empowering turn, every inch of her skin screaming for more, her full, heavy breasts heaving with each desperate breath, nipples rock-hard and begging to be abused, throbbing from the twisting and pinching she’d demanded like the insatiable cock-whore she was. Sweat poured off her in torrents, soaking the leather turntable and making it a slippery altar to her degradation, her pussy and ass clenching hungrily around the lingering echoes of the fisting and fucking she’d commanded, squirt still gushing in aftershocks from the orgasms she’d forced out of herself like the greedy cum-slut she craved to be. Cum from the contestants’ sideline releases—thick, sticky ropes unleashed during her woman-led frenzy—layered her face and tits in fresh, warm coats that she scooped up with her fingers and licked clean, savoring the salty bitterness like the filthy seed-addict she was, her mouth still full from Lorenzo’s throat-filling finale, overflowing down her chin and neck in viscous trails that she rubbed into her skin like lotion. Her ass leaked Viktor’s load from the first turn, the warmth mingling with her own squirt that had erupted in powerful jets during the orgasms she’d directed, but her pussy was now a brimming cauldron from the three quick creampies in spins 3-5, the warmth sloshing inside her like a forbidden cocktail, making her feel like the ultimate breeding bitch, degraded and loving every second of it.

“Fuck, Alex, that was nothing! I need more cock now!” Emma snarled, her voice a husky growl, her hand reaching down to finger her cum-filled pussy, scooping out a glob of the mixed loads and sucking it off her fingers like the cum-hungry whore she was. “Spin that fucking wheel!” The audience’s cheers fueled her, the woman-led dynamic having awakened her inner dominatrix, but now she wanted to submit again. To be used like a ragdoll by the next stud, her stress from work, kids, and home obliterated, replaced by this all-consuming need to be the dirtiest fucktoy in the room.

Alex grinned, his cock throbbing in his pants as he watched her finger herself shamelessly. “You’re on fire, baby!” He yanked the wheel for spin 7, the table vibrating beneath her, the hum teasing her clit like a vibrator, making her moan loudly, “Oh god, even the table’s fucking me... hurry, I need real cock!”

The spin was agonizingly slow in her heightened state, her pussy clenching around the three loads, cum leaking out as she fingered herself deeper, “Look at me, audience! I’m a cum-filled mess, begging for more! Spin faster!” It slowed, her pussy once again aligning with… Brock. The tattooed giant, his 6’5” frame looming like her personal god of destruction, his 12-inch monster already hard and throbbing, veins pulsing like angry rivers under his inked skin, the dragons and skulls seeming to roar for her.

“Fuck yes! Brock! Get over here and wreck me, sir! Stuff that monster in my slutty holes and make me yours forever!” Emma screamed, her body arching off the table, legs spreading wider in invitation, her pussy gushing more cum as she begged, the strange attraction exploding into full obsession. She needed him, craved him to claim her again, to push her to filthier depths.

Brock laughed darkly, stepping up and grabbing her hips roughly, flipping her to doggy with her ass hanging off the table for leverage. “Eager little whore. You missed this cock, huh? Time to break you again.” He thrust into her pussy deep, the 12-incher splitting her with a stretch that made her scream like a bitch in heat, the girth filling her completely yet again, the curve hitting her depths as he set a punishing pace. Long drags that left her empty and screaming for more, then slamming returns that made her ass jiggle violently, his balls slapping her clit with wet, stinging smacks.

“Yes, sir! Pound me harder. Make this greedy slut cum like the worthless fucktoy I am! Spank me, choke me, own me, ruin me!” Emma begged, pushing back onto him like a desperate animal, her orgasms building instantly, the fullness after the quick fillings overwhelming. She climaxed at 1:30, her pussy spasming wildly around his girth, squirt spraying in arcs as she screamed, “I’m cumming! Own me, Daddy!” Two points for Brock, extending the turn. He ramped up, his hand fisting her hair to arch her back painfully, pulling her onto him harder, his other hand choking her throat in tight squeezes that made her vision spot, twisting her nipples with vicious pinches that made her yelp and beg for more, “Hurt me, sir! Make me your pain-loving slut!”

The second orgasm hit at 3:30, her body convulsing like a seizure, squirt flooding as she howled, “Harder! Break my pussy, Daddy! I need your monster to destroy me!” Two more points, extending his time another 2 minutes. Brock’s thrusts became a brutal blur, his tattooed muscles flexing with each slam, the audience roaring as the intensity surpassed his first turn, Emma’s screams a symphony of sluttiness, “Fuck me! This is the best moment of my life!”

But at 5 minutes, the overall 2-hour game clock buzzed, the host’s voice booming, “Time’s up! No more spins. Let's go to the scorecards! It would appear by an overwhelming margin, our top scorers are Brock and Lorenzo. They will advance to the final round threesome with Emma!”

Emma’s heart exploded with ecstasy, tears of joy streaming down her cum-glazed face. “Yes! Brock and Lorenzo. This is going to be perfect! I need both holes filled” She was ecstatic, knowing both would be incredible vacation partners, Brock’s brute force to break her or Lorenzo’s sensual obedience to worship her, the trip with Alex promising endless debauchery.

She couldn’t decide who she wanted to make cum first, so she submitted fully to both, crawling to the center on all fours like a eager bitch, her voice a slutty plea: “Fuck me together! Stuff both my holes, and make me scream like the greedy whore I am!”

The final round began, the turntable expanded for space, the audience on their feet as Brock and Lorenzo circled her like wolves. Brock took her ass from behind, his 12-incher thrusting deep with a stretch  that made her howl. His girth splitting her wide as she pushed back on it. "Yes, ruin my ass, Daddy! Stretch your little anal!” Lorenzo slid into her dripping pussy, from underneath. His pronounced head popping in with a wet suck, their cocks rubbing through the thin wall in a double penetration dream that filled her to nearly bursting, their rhythms syncing. Brock’s powerful pistons slamming her ass with hip-snapping force, making her jiggle and scream, Lorenzo’s sensual grinds rolling against her G-spot, the contrast driving her insane.

The sensations were overwhelming, Brock’s monster in her ass stretching her to her limits, the burn mingling with pleasure as his thrusts slammed home. Lorenzo’s hands added to the torment, twisting her nipples in sharp tugs that made her yelp and beg, “Pinch harder—hurt your slut!” Brock’s hand choked her throat in tight squeezes, the restriction making her head spin, hair-pulling from both arching her back for deeper penetration. “Fuck my holes like the cock-hungry whore I am! Make me your double-stuffed cumdump!” Emma screamed, her body rocking between them, orgasms chaining from the first thrust, her pussy and ass spasming in unison, squeezing them as she squirted in powerful arcs that soaked their thighs and the table, her tears mixing with the cum on her face.

They switched, Lorenzo in her ass now, his pronounced head popping past her ring, grinding deep with sensual rolls that hit new nerves, making her beg, “Deeper, sir—wreck my ass like the anal addict I am!” Brock claimed her pussy, the 12-incher bottoming out with balls-slapping force, the monster girth rubbing Lorenzo’s through the wall in a way that made her feel utterly stuffed, owned by both. She was made for this. Made for 2 cocks at once. Their thrusts coordinated. Brock’s brute slams alternating with Lorenzo’s precise grinds, the contrast driving her mad. Her body a vessel for their pleasure, “Fill me! Breed your shared slut! Impregnate this whore!"

More double penetration followed. Emma had never been stuffed by 2 cocks before, and now she doesn't know if one cock will ever do, her positions shifting in a blur of sluttiness. Emma on her side with one leg held high as Brock pounded her ass, Lorenzo her pussy, their hands choking and nipple-twisting in tandem, her orgasms exploded like fireworks, squirt spraying the host and Alex.

Emma had one more fantasy left to try. “Both in my pussy!” she begged, and they obliged for DVP, both thrusting into her pussy, the stretch unbearable as their cocks rubbed together inside her, Brock’s girth and Lorenzo’s head layering the friction like fire, orgasms rolling as she squirted in gushing fountains, her body shaking with each wave, “Fill this cumdump!”

Eiffel tower came next:  She tried Brock’s cock in her mouth, but it wouldn’t fit, too thick; “Lorenzo, face fuck me! I need a cock deep in my throat." Lorenzo obliged, thrusting deep as Brock fucked her ass harder than ever, the force opening her throat further.

Emma felt Brock about to erupt in her ass, his cock swelling massively, she panicked, "no, not Brock." She hurried to ensure Lorenzo came first, sucking harder, her tongue swirling his head frantically, “Cum in my mouth sir. Fill your super-slut’s belly, I need your load now!” Lorenzo groaned, exploding down her throat, the load massive, overflowing as she swallowed greedily, the rest spilling down her chin.

She opened her mouth to show the crowd and host Lorenzo’s load, declaring, “Yes! Brock wins, he's the king of my slutty holes!” But as she did, cum began to leak out of her gaping asshole, Brock’s load dribbling down.

Everyone realized Brock might not have won after all. “Wait, we need to go replay!" The host states.

Emma agreed, "We need to see who came first. Don't rob this slut of the truth!” The host called for replay review, the audience buzzing as screens showed the moment in slow motion.

Upon replay review, it was determined that it was too close to call. Their orgasms simultaneous. Emma had an idea. Let's call it a tie. We have room on the plane for both of them, and Alex can get his own room. Brock and Lorenzo can both stay in mine.

The host thought for a moment and looked over at Alex, who smiled and shrugged. "Well, what would slut roulette be without the sluts? Emma gets what she wants!"

Emma’s tears of excitement flowed freer. “Both of you… fuck yes! A week with my perfect studs? Please ruin me every day, make me your shared super-slut! Let's go! The jet is out back and waiting for us!