Ken Jennings vs. Maggie Sajak

"Ken Jennings vs. Maggie Sajak"

"Ken Jennings vs. Maggie Sajak"

by J.D. Savanyu

by J.D. Savanyu

Studio 4B in Culver City was full of colorful lights and loud joyful sounds, with the usual spinning prize wheel and word puzzle board. More stupid game show fun in the 43rd season of Wheel of Fortune. Ryan freakin' Seacrest was now the host, and Pat Sajak's gorgeous blonde 31 year-old daughter was filling in for 69 year-old gilf letter turner Vanna White. Vanna was "feeling a tad under the weather," so nepo baby Maggie pounced right in, making her vapid bimbo dreams come true.

"And here's the category. My personal favorite, 'What are You Doing?!'"Ryan beamed annoyingly, running his right hand through his heavily gelled boy band hairdo. A bunch of white squares lit up on the puzzle board, with Maggie gesturing her slender arms gracefully toward them. She secretly hated Ryan's personality, and the fact that he stole the host job from many better candidates. Jeopardy did a much better job of replacing Alex Trebek, giving Ken Jennings the honor after a long "audition" period. Pat was a vastly superior Wheel of Fortune host, but she always turned on the fake charm whenever Ryan was around, hoping he'd put in good words with the network executives to make her Vanna's permanent replacement.

Meanwhile, Jim Jones the carpenter from Cleveland gave the wheel a good spin, landing on $900.

"P!" Jim exclaimed over-eagerly, with spit bursting out of his mouth.

"There's one P," Ryan replied. One of the white squares letters lit up, and Maggie Sajak sashayed across the stage like the fashion model she was, pressing a button on top of that square to reveal a black P:

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Maggie sauntered to the other side with a well-practiced smile. Admiring Aaron Rafka, a cute accountant from Akron. His natural good looks and easy-going manner turned her on much more than Ryan's forced American Idol phoniness.New Years' Rockin' Eve my ass,she silently remarked.

"Q!" Jim barked out.

"Sorry, no Q. Your turn, Aaron."

"I'll spin!"

Aaron gave the wheel an even stronger yank, making Maggie's pussy tingle naughtily beneath her sparkling red Poppy Jacquard evening gown. She loved getting a good hard spanking on her heart-shaped ass from men like him, followed by a good hard fucking. The white spring loaded ticker landed on $5000, drawing loud cheers from the audience.

"There are two F's!" Ryan beamed, adding too much suggestive emphasis to those fricative letters.

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Maggie went back to her mark and checked out the third contestant. Susie Powell, a fellow fashion model from Manhattan. Susie had dark brown hair instead of blonde, and she was somewhat less attractive. Maggie was hot enough and assertive enough to become the biggest supermodel in the world, or the biggest country music star, or a lawyer for the stars. But those were just hobbies to bide the time until her true game show destiny was fulfilled.

Her heart belonged to daddy, and she wanted Vanna's job so fucking bad. Wishing that bitch-ass GILF would retire very, very soon. She hated how most people thought Vanna was an innocent girl-next-door role model. Ignoring her many sleazy booze-fueled sexcapades at the Playboy mansion and far beyond. Hugh Hefner called Vanna a "very good friend,"wink wink.

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Maggie's heart belonged to daddy, but she had a secret crush on Jeopardy! host Ken Jennings, who was currently reciting questions and rattling off dad jokes across the hall in Studio 5B. His smirking face was simply irresistible, and his low-key smart-ass attitude reminded her of growing up with Pat Sajak at their Italian-style villa in the Encino hills. She wished she could have wild sex with her rich father in their big heated swimming pool and hotter whirlpool. But incest was illegal and hazardous to their squeaky-clean celebrity reputations, so now she wanted to do the next best thing: get fucked hard by that other blonde guy from Utah bible thumping country. A middle-aged answer-and-question cutie. Ken obviously had a big crush on Maggie too, sneaking peeks at her hot body every time he saw her around the studios and sipping cocktails at parties around Los Angeles.

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"I'd like to solve the puzzle, Ryan!"

"Go right ahead, Susie."

"Walking my toy poodle by the Eiffel Tower!"

"Wow, yeah!" Ryan exclaimed incredulously. Maggie was equally impressed by her puzzle solving skills. Susie was a whip-smart model, but Maggie didn't need a brain because she got everything handed to her on a silver Sajak platter.

Ryan strutted over to Susie on Contestant's Row with his usual shit-eating grin. "That was pretty impressive, Susie."

"I've been practicing this game at home ever since I was five, and now it's really paying off."

"Absolutely. Say, do you have a toy poodle at home?"

"No but Idohave a shih tzu."

"Well, now you can walk your toy shih tzu under the Eiffel Tower, because you just won a trip to Paris!"

That blonde bombshell contestant exploded with glee. She kept cheering as announcer Jim Thornton described her "fun-filled French getaway" in a voice-over segment with stock footage of fancy patisseries and vintage cabarets. The show paused for a commercial break which would soon be filled with side effect-laden prescription drug ads for old farts. Maggie daydreamed about Ken the whole time, picturing him pounding her pussy against the luxurious mahogany desk in his office while he rattled off jokes in the "Dirty Talk" category. She had to make that slutty dream come true, ASAP.

Four minutes later, Maggie watched stoically from across the sound stage as Susie tried to solve the final Bonus Round puzzle, having chosen the category of "Phrase." After the automatic selection of RSTLNE, Susie voluntarily selected three consonants and a vowel: J, K, P and O. More white squares lit up, but none from Susie's selections. Maggie sashayed one more time across the stage, revealing:

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"You have ten seconds, Susie. Good luck."

Susie had been quite confident throughout the game, but now that confidence faltered with accumulated stress during the final round. "Let's see... the quotes... no, the writing... the writing is on the... bell?"

BUZZ! Susie ran out of time, but everyone else in the studio audience and across America already solved it correctly.

"Oh my goodness, you were so close," Ryan murmured. Susie groaned loudly as Maggie pushed eleven buttons to reveal the answer.

"The writing is on thewall," he murmured despondently. "But itison the Liberty Bell in Philadelphia, with the Spirit of '76," he added slyly, making Susie and Maggie giggle in slight comic relief. That Big Apple fashionista failed to win an extra fifty grand, but she still won $38,952 during the previous rounds, along with a deluxe Swiss cutlery set and a romantic Paris rendezvous.

Get ready for some cliche Hallmark Channel bullshit,Maggie remarked silently while applauding for the cameras. When they stopped rolling, she sighed wearily and strolled toward her dressing room, horny as fuck. She hadn't gotten laid in nearly three weeks, ever since she dumped a struggling actor who was only using her to get mainstream Hollywood connections for bigger roles. Trying to become the next Batman, or at least the next Wolverine. She needed arealman like Ken, with a big ego to match his hunky body.

Out in the hallway, Maggie saw Ken open the door to his dressing after finishing his last episode of the day. He gave her a friendly wave and a big warm grin, making her pussy buzz even harder. She entered her dressing room, immediately ripping off her uncomfortablehaute coutureevening gown and black lacey lingerie. That blonde bombshell loved being naked. She wished she could goau naturalall the time in that perfect L.A. climate. She struck a few runway poses in front of a well-illuminated mirror, admiring her porn star-caliber 34-25-35 body. Wishing Ken Jennings was there to rub exotic oils on her heart-shaped ass. She squeezed her perky tits and rubbed her throbbing clit. Moaning softly in a thick erotic haze, dreaming of sucking his quiz show cock under a nice hot steamy shower.

"Stop dreaming, girl. Make itreal," Maggie grunted to herself, repeating her father's favorite mantra. Pat banged plenty of bimbos over the years, including Vanna White during a masquerade orgy at the Playboy grotto. His smokin' hot daughter was determined to follow in his footsteps, onandoff the set. She quickly hatched a clever plan in her devious mind, and quickly put it in action. Tying a luxurious pink silk bathrobe around her naked body and marching out of her dressing room, going three doors down and knocking three times.

"Who is it?"

"It's Maggie Sajak. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, come right in!" Ken beamed, thrilling Maggie with his usual jovial on-air tone. She was even more thrilled when she opened the door and saw the big eager grin on the handsome face of that blonde Mormon devil, sitting behind his desk in one of the sharp Italian business suits he always wore on Jeopardy.

"Hey, Mister Jennings," she uttered sweetly, tossing her shiny blonde bangs. "That's a cute baby-blue suit."

"Hey, Miss Sajak. That's a nice Barbie-pink bathrobe."

"Damn, I didn't realize I was still wearing this," she lied convincingly. "I haven't been thinking straight lately."

"Ohreally?What's bothering you?"

"Well... to be honest... I kinda have a big crush on you."

"Is thatso?" Ken replied awkwardly, clearly aroused by that radiant golden vixen.

"Mmm-hmm.I'm a big Jeopardy fan, and you're the best part of the show."

"Thank you, dear. I'm a big Wheel of Fortune fan, and I wish they would get rid of 'Vanna the gramma' so I could stare atyouon TV, every weekday at 4:30. Turning letters, and turning the key to my heart."

Maggie giggled playfully, tossing her hair with her other hand, getting even hornier. "You're so funny, Ken. Pat Sajak is off the air now, but you're filling in the 'dad joke' void nicely."

"I wish I wasyourdaddy," Ken uttered slyly.

"Ooh, naughty boy. Don't make me call the HR department."

"I'm just kidding, Maggie. I know you're not one of those girls who can't take a little joke."

"You don't know the half of me, Mister Jennings," she sighed bemusedly. "I don't know the half of you either... but I do know you have a lot of clout with network executives."

"Hell yeah. I got those idiots hanging from my fingers, like legacy media marionettes."

"Uh-huh.Sooo... I was wondering if you could do me a big favor," Maggie said boldly, strutting like a supermodel toward Ken's desk.

"No favor is too big for my favorite blonde hottie," he snickered, teasing his own golden hair.

"Let's find out, baby-doll. I know you want me to be the next Vanna, so fucking bad... so I want you tomakeme the next Vanna."

"Makeyou?" Ken croaked.

"I want you to pull a lot of strings and kiss a lot of asses, to kick that gilf bitch out onherass."

"Damn. Thatisa big favor."

"Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" she cooed girlishly, just like she did with Pat at home to get her way.

"I dunno, Maggie. There's a lot of risk involved. Vanna is well-known for throwing epic temper tantrums off the set."

"So fucking what?" she grunted. Her naughty desire was getting unbearable, so she had to lower the boom, risk be damned. "I know youwantme, Ken."

"Lots of men want you," he replied awkwardly, face flushing pink with arousal.

"So here's a little 'indecent proposal.' If you promise to help get rid of Vanna, I'll let you 'spin my wheel' right here in your office... if you catch my drift."

"Holy shit," Ken croaked. Maggie strutted closer, noticing a big bulge rising out of his overpriced pants. She laughed seductively, fiddling with the strap on her pink robe.

"That's right, Mister Jennings. You damn well I didn't wear this robe to your office by accident."

"Are you wearing anything underneath it?"

"Uh-uhh."

"Take that shit off, blondie. I wanna fuck your brains out," he growled eagerly, with his junk overpowering his brain.

"Ah-ah. You have to promise first."

"Fine, whatever. I'll grease some network wheels, and make Vanna go 'bankrupt.' They really should fire her ass and hireyourass, to get more young viewers for that stupid show."

"Yesindeed," Maggie uttered sweetly. "In the meantime, I'll give you a nice view of my 18 to 34 demographic."

She untied that silky pink strap, then gently nudged the collars outward, letting gravity slide the smooth fabric off her shoulders and onto Ken's purple shag carpeting.

"Holyshiiiit," he croaked like a horny teenager. "You're so fucking hot, you naughty daddy's girl."

"Ilovebeing naughty, daddy. You better knock some sense into me."

"Fuck yeah, blondie," Ken grunted with a manly scowl. He stood up behind his desk and quickly undressed. Maggie masturbated nice and slow, surging with erotic triumph. Weaponizing her beauty to shatter the glass ceiling, flipping the traditional office seduction script with feminist empowerment. A long thick veiny penis sprung out of his Mormon underwear, making her groan with delicious desire.

"My, what a big cock you have. Talk about 'Double Jeopardy.'"

"I'm going all-in, bitch," he uttered suavely, pushing both hands outward like James "Vegas" Holzhauer. "But I better lock the door first."

He bolted over to the door, turned the deadbolt, then bolted over to that bodacious blonde. She literally jumped right into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him passionately. He jammed his tongue deep in her mouth, and she pushed her tongue just as hard on his. The lower three inches of his rock hard dick nestled against the lower three inches of her ass crack, one inch away from her wet throbbing pussy. She finally pulled back a minute later, gasping loudly.

"Damn, Ken. You're a great kisser."

"I usually don't kiss girls until the second date. That's the proper Mormon way."

"I'm a naughty Catholic schoolgirl, sinning hard on Saturday."

Maggie giggled playfully, then she let go of his shoulders and waist, dropped down on her knees, and shoved his huge schlong through her bright red lips. Ken tilted his head back and groaned triumphantly.

"Fuck yeah, you letter-turning skank. Is there a B, and a J?"

Maggie laughed with a mouthful while twisting her head up and down his long thick shaft, squeezing the base hard with her right hand and rubbing her clit with her left hand.

"Oh shit, blondie, that feels so good," Ken groaned, grabbing her spun-gold bangs and twirling them around his fingers. "Pat set a good example for his spoiled-rotten daughter, banging lots of game show groupies and hoarding tons of porn."

Maggie laughed louder, pulling back and ejecting his dick from her tightly stretched lips mouth with a burst of spit. "Damn right, baby. He's got everything fromThe Devil in Miss JonestoThe XXXorcist."

"Keep exercising your slutty devil, Miss Sajak."

"Yes sir, Mister Jennings. I'll take the dreaded sports category, sucking your balls for $100."

Maggie devoured his hairy testicles, making him howl even more triumphantly. Sucking, slurping, and nibbling every nook and cranny of those supple gonads. It felt so wrong, and yet so right. Losing her girlish innocence, but gaining the world. Whatever it takes to hit the jackpot, as Pat always told her. The thought of fucking her hot DILF father made her extra frisky, chomping her teeth right down on his nuts.

"Oh shit, you crazy little freak!" Ken groaned in sweet pain. "Eat my fucking dick!"

Maggie gladly obeyed his order, nibbling slowly up his meaty shaft. Just like Isis Taylor in Cock Sucking Cheerleaders 2, one of her favorite dirty DVD's in Pat's massive stash. She chomped right down on the most sensitive part of his fat mushroom tip, just like that busty blonde cheer skank on a blue chip quarterback.

"Oh god, oh god! Stop biting, and suck me off!"

"Whatever you say, daddy," she uttered girlishly. She resumed vanilla fellatio with a vengeance, whipping her head from tip to balls, gagging over and over.

"Fuck yeah, daddy's girl. Finish your meat before you get your dessert."

"Mmm-hmmm!" she growled between gags, with long ropes of spittle oozing down to his purple shag carpet.

"I'll take 'French Cuisine' for $1000."

He grabbed the back of her head and skullfucked her faster. Maggie took the oral abuse for a long minute, then she yanked free of his grasp and pulled out with a loud ecstatic gasp.

"Ah-ah, naughty daddy. You better not cum so soon. Let's make this office rendezvouslast."

"Whatever, you dirty blonde gold-digger," Ken grunted breathlessly.

"I want to ride you like this naked medieval noblewoman through the streets of Coventry."

"Who is Lady Godiva?"

"Correct," Maggie beamed seductively.

Ken hopped up on his desk and lay face-up on the genuine mahogany, big dick pointing proudly toward the SoCal sky. Maggie grabbed his blue paisley necktie off the floor, then she hopped up on his desk and wrapped it around her neck. She straddled his beefy thighs and mounted his beefy dick, moaning harshly while holding his tie like a horse rein.

"It's saddle time, pony. You're my Christmas present from daddy, and I'm gonna ride the hell out of you."

"Giddy-up, Lady Godiva!"

He smacked her ass nice and hard, making her yelp playfully.

"Spank the shit out of me, daddy. I'm so fucking naughty."

He wailed away on her ass while she fucked him at a steady moderate canter, with her pale perky tits jiggling in hypnotic circles. The danger of getting caught made it twice as fun.

"Oh shit, your big dick feels so good in daddy girl's tight pussy."

"Fuck 'Vanna-mania.' You're way hotter than that permed-up 80's relic."

"I'm even hotter than this blonde TV lifeguard with an IQ that matched her cup size."

"Who is Pam fuckin' Anderson?"

"Yes, yes,yes!" Maggie groaned proudly. Ken smacked her heart-shaped ass harder, and she groaned louder. She picked up the pace while jacking her clit, quickly reaching a staggering climax. Squirting all over Ken's pilates-toned abs.

"Naughty pony girl, getting daddy all wet."

Ken wrestled Maggie down on top of his desk, pinning her in a body scissor hold and slamming his dick back up her twat. Fucking her fast and hard with his beefy right arm wrapped around her slender neck.

"That's right, you big manly game show host. Choke me while you fuck me, like your little groupie kink slave."

"Shut the hell, you dumb fucking blonde," Ken growled viciously. "Pat raised a little monster, and he never spanked you when you got in trouble. I'm picking up the slack before you steal Vanna's job."

He smacked her tits just as hard, making her squeal delightfully.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

He turned those perky white boobs a bright shade of red, driving her crazy with sweet pain. Pounding her pussy to another amazing orgasm, soaking the fine Guatemalan mahogany desk.

"Daily Double, bitch. How much ya gonna wager?"

"Make it atrueDaily Double, Ken. Fuck me harder that crazy trannie Amy."

"I'm straight as a Salt Lake arrow, blondie," Ken grunted indignantly. He hoisted her lithe body right off his desk, then slammed her against it doggy-style, knocking over an empty coffee mug with a picture of Garfield the cat, "Genius at Work." He shoved that big cock back in her cunt and turned her ass redder with his bare hands.