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The Game

By: sexxyvixen



 Please comment on my story and send feedback on how I could have made it better. This is a fantasy of mine and is purely fictional. Any resemblance to people or events is of my own imagination. This is my first story I have written and published.

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I love playing games with my girlfriend. We have been together for 3 years and are madly in love. I am 5'6 with long brown hair and hazel eyes. I have 36 DD tits with large and very sensitive nipples. The lightest brush of fabric makes them hard, so they are hard almost constantly. This means I am always aroused and I masturbate several times a day as well as having sex with my girlfriend, Amy. Through our play, we have found out that Amy is naturally submissive and I am naturally dominant. I enjoy punishing her with a whip or anything I can get my hands on. I especially love smacking her 34 C tits and small, but equally sensitive nipples. A year ago, Amy committed herself to me and is now my 24/7 slave. She does all the cooking and housework. We don't need to worry about money because I am an heir to an oil company. We live very well. I make her sleep on the floor or in a metal cage that I had built especially for her. 

Tonight, I have chosen a special game to play with her. She is always naked and has a permanent metal collar welded around her neck. I made sure that I can adjust its height to make it a posture collar if I want. I pull her long blonde hair and she knows that I want her attention.

"Yes, Mistress Alexa. How may your slave service you?" she replies without looking any higher than my ankles. I have taught her very well.

"I'm bored. Let's play a game." I say as I grab a leash from the coffee table and attach it to her collar.

Without another word, I stand up and start pulling her leash. She keeps her nose touching the floor and crawls behind me. I look back to see her beautiful form crawling with her nose touching the floor. I know I really have taught her good lessons of how to serve me.

I lead her up the wooden stairs to the playroom. When I first decided to buy my four bedroom, two bath home, I dedicated one of the two master bedrooms to being my play room. It also has a walk in closet attached to it and this is where I store my toys that I use on both myself and Amy. 

I slip the handle of her leash around the door handle and she kneels outside the room with her nose touching the floor while I retrieve the key for the door. I am the only one who has a key to the door and I forbid her to enter this room alone. She can't have any fun without me. She can't touch herself at all since I have fitted her with a chastity belt. It is about 4 inches thick and has three shields covering her pussy. She can't even try to slip anything behind the shields because it goes down her legs about three inches and has a bar that is permanently attached to the leg bands that keeps her legs spread apart. I can adjust this bar to be as short as three inches and as wide as six inches. I have had all her pussy hair removed by laser surgery. I made sure that they destroyed the hair follicles so that no hair will ever grow again. 

I unlock the door and grab ahold of her leash once again. Without a word, I pull on the leash signaling her that it is okay to enter the room. I lead her to the center of the room.

"Stand up, slave." I order.

She quickly stands up and places her hands behind her back. I take some rope and tie her elbows together tightly. Then, I take a pair of handcuffs and place them tightly around her wrists. I place a 2 inch wide red ball gag in her mouth and padlock the straps behind her head tightly. I can see her cheeks struggle to hold the ball in while they are being squeezed. I made sure to place the gag behind her teeth to ensure that it wouldn't come out. I place a blindfold over her eyes. I unlock her chastity belt because her pussy needs to be free for this game.

I make sure she is lined up perfectly with the two eye hooks that are bolted into the ceiling. I take more rope and tie it tightly to the eye hook in front of her. I make sure I keep it very taught and run it down her body. I start knotting the rope so a string of knots run between her pussy and her ass stopping short of her asshole I have a special treat for this. I take a 4 inch round six inch butt plug and put a light layer of lube just on the tip. I force it in with one quick movement. I run the rope over her butt plug and up her back and loop it through the other eyehook. 

"Now, we haven't played in such a long time. Your pussy is free of your belt for now. As you can feel, it has to be to play this game. Now, stand on your tip toes." 

She complies quickly. I slip a wooden wedge under each of her feet, ensuring that she is just barely balancing on the balls of her feet. Then, I take the rope and pull it very tight. I see the rope dig into her and pull a bit harder. She moans through the gag. I tighten it more and see her toes tremble. This is how I know that the tightness of the rope is perfect. I know that she will be whining through her gag soon from the things I have planned to do to her. 

I tie off the rope behind her. I stand back and admire my rope work and knots. It looks beautiful and no doubt painful for her. But I don't care about that. I take a pair of weighted nipple clamps an attach them to the middle of her nipples. The weight is about 5 ounces on each nipple. She moans a little as each one is placed on. I take each tit and drop it as soon as the nipple is clamped. I see her try to lower herself down to avoid the clamping and dropping of the second tit and nipple but she can't go anywhere. 

"Delicious." I say, licking my lips as the second weight falls. I hear her try to say something but I can't understand a thing that she says because of the gag. i step back and watch the clamps sway with each breath she takes and it turns me on. 

"One last thing my slave." I say as I bend over and remove the wooden wedges from under her feet. She instinctively tries to lower her feet to the ground, but the tightness of the rope prevents her from lowering her feet at all. 

"Now, I hope you didn't think that this game would be easy for you. I want to play." I say as I watch her try to keep her balance. The next part will definitely be fun.

I go into the walk in closet and choose three instruments to use on her. The first is a black whip with leather strands. Each strand has knots on it in a random pattern. The second is a simple wooden paddle that is about two inches thick and has holes drilled in it for some added spark. The third is a ping pong paddle with red leather coating it. 

I stand in the doorway of the closet watching her for fifteen minutes. She is trying to shift her weight on her toes and each little movement she makes swings the weights on her nipple clamps. She can't cum because I have trained her not to cum without my permission. I have kept her horny for days at a time. I am able to keep her on edge for so long that I see her rub her chastity belt, wanting relief. I can make her cum just by ordering it. I have made her cum without any stimulation at all. I can make her stop cumming in the middle of an orgasm with an order. My favorite thing to do to her is order her to cum and ordering her to stop just as the first spasm of an orgasm hits her, telling her she has had enough time to cum.

I pull a chair up behind her and see the muscles in her legs straining. i know that she cant move far to flinch because of the rope holding her to the ceiling. I start off with the ping pong paddle.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I hit her a bit harder with each strike. She whimpers after ten strikes so I give her twenty more. I place the ping pong paddle on the floor and notice her ass is a nice shade of red. I upgrade my weapon to the paddle with the holes drilled in it. I rub it, knowing it will hurt more. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I use this paddle twenty times and see her trembling more after stopping at twenty swats. I give her twenty more for good measure. By now, her ass is redder than a fire engine. I know that the whip is next. WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! Thirty cracks of my whip and I can her whimper and sob slightly. Thirty more strikes of the whip later and I stop to see welts forming on her ass.

I get up as quickly as I sat down and put my toys away. I retrieve the numbing cream from the closet and apply it to her ass. I know I will admire my work for many days. I release the ropes, choosing to keep her gag in, blindfold and clamps on. She sinks to the floor partly from pain and partly because she knows that is her place.

I rub the numbing cream on her ass once more and lock the belt back on her. I remove her blindfold and she adjusts her eyes easily to the dim light in the room. She stretches her jaw for a few minutes.

"Thank you, Mistress." She says meekly as I untie her elbows and release the handcuffs.

For the next two weeks after that, I tie her to my dining room table and remove her belt.

I sit and admire the welts and bruises I left from the spanking game for a while and reapply the numbing cream.

The Game



Ever since Danielle had agreed to participate in the game a couple of weeks earlier she second-guessed her decision. What was she getting into? Had she drank too much wine with dinner that night? Would she be able to make it through without being scared to death? What if this wasn't for her? She had always considered herself to be a very strong person but she felt like putty in his hands. He could talk her into anything by saying just the right things. No one knew her better than Jack. Lately, she was becoming more dependent upon him and ached for him when he went away on business trips. She didn't know whether it was true love or just infatuation. Whatever it was, he had almost taken complete control of her senses when they were together. His domination over her seemed to continue even when he was away. He had even helped her to grow to love the erotic pain and pleasure to which he had introduced her. Regarding the game, he promised to get back to her with more detail later after he worked out a few things.

The official letter arrived at her house on a Wednesday by registered mail. The plan for the mystery game was set and she received just the most basic instructions. The letter stated that sometime, and it could be anytime, a phone call would come to her cell giving her instructions to follow in order to start her erotic mystery fantasy. Of utmost importance, she had to trust Jack and do exactly what she was told by other people along the way. She was reminded that failure to follow the directions could result in complications. Furthermore, she had agreed that she would follow the instruction to the "T. " A chill ran up her spine when she was reminded that she had bought into the notion of playing the game. This now sounded way more serious than a mere game. She had no idea where she might be when the call came or where she might end up. She knew basically nothing about what might happen. 

There wasn't even a designated time period in which the initiating phone call would come although she expected that it would be sooner rather than later knowing his impatience. From her understanding, it would probably continue for days or even weeks as she tried to live her normal life. She was free to decline only at the start when the phone call came if she still had reservations. If she said yes to the caller however, then the game was on. The wheels would start turning and it would be nearly impossible to stop the game once set in motion. There were too many people involved to stop the machine so to speak. There was a safe phrase if she really needed to call it off but that was highly discouraged. Normally she trusted her master implicitly but this commitment into the unknown was more than a bit scary to Danielle. She really wondered whether she would accept when the call came.

First there was the interview with the therapist who was somehow involved with the game. The therapist seemed focused on how well she dealt with stress and ambiguity. The therapist kept digging into examples from the past to gain insight into Danielle's emotional fortitude. There had been two sessions then nothing more was said. Danielle had just received a letter from the therapists that she was sending the appropriate paperwork "on." She wondered what that meant although she took it as a letter of acceptance. According to the credentials Danielle found at the therapist's office and on the internet, she seemed legitimate - a specialist in crisis management, career planning and the usual depression and anxiety disorder things that fell into the realm of many therapists. Danielle had filled out a lengthy questionnaire that included many extremely personal questions. The questions had included many aspects about her upbringing, interests, preferences, dislikes, fears and fantasies. Many of the questions had caused her to stop and think because they involved things she had never really thought about before. On several occasions she found herself blushing as she told things to the therapist that she thought she would never divulge. The whole concept was rather murky but they had assured her that this all was necessary for maximum effect so that the mystery fantasy could be tailored to fit her perfectly. The net outcome was promised to be well worth the effort that was required. 

The whole thing had been arranged by her best friend, lover and possibly informal master, Jack. This man had some rather "spicy" erotic ideas once in a while and loved to role play with her. Once he had introduced her to his dominant yet caring way, she found it difficult to go back to just vanilla sex. Knowing his vivid creativity, the very thought of a mystery fantasy orchestrated by him sent chills up her spine. This idea excited her in a good sort of way in spite of the inherent risk and dangers of opening up her innermost thoughts and secrets for the purpose of this adventure. Based on the time they had spent together she did trust him completely. On the other hand, she had no idea who or how many other people might be in on the plan. He didn't really explain too much about how involved the experience might become. She wasn't sure whether she would be free to leave at will and he had reassured her with the safe phrase. He had promised her that saying the word "Red" should stop the experience and she would be taken home immediately. SHOULD? Simple enough but would she remember that under stress?

The game was on her mind constantly for the next week. Every time the phone rang she froze in anticipation. When the caller was just one of her usual contacts she almost felt disappointed. She found herself keeping the phone nearby no matter what she was doing or where she was. She had the phone nearby her bed at night, just in case. She even brought it into meetings at work with the ringer set to vibrate. After a couple of weeks she had gotten used to the disappointment and generally found herself not expecting the call. She still kept the phone nearby but didn't think as much about it being "the call" whenever it rang.

One bright Saturday in May, Danielle was just sitting on the front steps, still in her pajamas, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. It was shaping up to be one of the nicest weekends of the year so far. She was looking over at the garden where she was planning to clear out last year's dead leaves and stems to plant new flowers. The sun was shining and the birds were singing and she was enjoying the setting. All of a sudden, her telephone rang inside the house. She scrambled in through the front door to dig her phone out of her purse. She caught the call just before it rolled over to the answering machine. The caller ID just said, "Out of area."

"Hello?" She answered in anticipation.

An unfamiliar voice spoke in a deep monotone, "Be ready to begin your mystery fantasy in ten minutes. Don't bother to change clothes, just wait at the front door and someone will come to pick you up. Do you accept?"

She sheepishly replied, "Yes" on impulse and before she could think any more about it the caller hung up. "Oh my gosh, I did it!" she said to herself feeling the fear and excitement as she hung up the phone.

She wanted to get dressed but she was specifically told not to. "Was anyone watching?". She decided to at least wash her face and brush her teeth in the time she had. She made sure that the coffee pot was unplugged and the house was ready to lock. She stood in the living room watching out through the picture window. Within ten minutes, an unfamiliar large, black car was moving slowly down the street and turned sharply into her driveway. The side windows were darkly tinted but she could see that there was a man driving the car and a woman on the passenger side. They both stepped out and the man opened the back door of the sedan. He said nothing but waited for her to join them. Even though she was expecting them, her stomach instantly tightened into a knot. 

Somehow she was drawn to them. She could feel her heart racing as she felt her feet begin to walk involuntarily out the door and toward the car. Both the man and woman were wearing dark clothing with sun glasses with frozen stares on their faces. This was the most terrifying thing she had ever done but at the same time the excitement was intense. Trust, she thought to herself. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind as she felt the cold leather on her bottom through her pajamas when she slid into the back seat. Her mind went blank as she struggled to remember what that phrase was that would instantly stop this whole thing if it got too intense (she trusted). Not a word was uttered. The car sped away as she continued to wrack her brain to recall that phrase. 

The two people in the front seats said nothing as the car raced down interstate 75. She was paying close attention to the surroundings to see if she could figure out where they were going. The woman in front turned around and handed her a folded strip of black satin and a large pair of sun glasses.. 

"Tie this around your eyes and put the glasses on," she instructed.

"So much for seeing where we're going," she murmured under your breath. 

The couple in the front seat said nothing else as leaned back in the car seat. At least they didn't make her get in the trunk!

After a high-speed drive of about 45 minutes, the car slowed and left the freeway. After sitting at a light it went to the right then turned left onto an unknown road. Shortly after the driver turned and drove onto a gravel driveway. Her heart began to race again when the car came to a stop and her escorts stepped out. Opening both back doors they both reached in to help her unbuckle the seatbelt and get out.

The woman removed the sunglasses and blindfold after Danielle was steady on her feet in the parking lot. She could see that they were at a small medical clinic that stood by itself on a corner. She felt self-conscious standing there wearing pajamas. Once inside the entrance she was met with a woman in a white smock holding a wheelchair. 

"Take a seat," the man said.

Danielle did as he said and carefully seated herself in the chair. The woman from the clinic adjusted the foot rests and released the brake before whisking her to a waiting room in back. The escorts followed as they bypassed the reception area. Danielle's imagination began to run wild as she sat in the back waiting area, surrounded by strangers. Medical personnel whisked by her from several directions with barely a glance in her direction. After a few minutes a nurse acknowledged that she was expecting Danielle and led the three of them into a room. The nurse presented a hospital gown and instructed her to change into it, opening at the back. The two escorts left the room but the nurse began to prepare a tray of medical instruments.

"They must be playing on my deep fears of doctors and all things medical," she thought with renewed panic. If someone wanted to scare her, a doctor's office was a great place.

She contemplated whether it was already time to stop this game but her curiosity was stronger than her fear and her good judgment so she decided to go along for a bit more. It didn't take long to slip out of her pajamas. She picked up the gown to decipher which end was up. It fit loosely and was hard to tie in the back. She shuddered at the thought of being probed or whatever they were about to do. The adventure had barely begun and already she was feeling tinges of terror. She never went to the doctor exactly for this reason! How could she go on for much longer? The nurse handed her a paper cup holding two capsules and a cup of water. 

"Here," she said, "this will settle your nerves a bit." 

The look on Danielle's face must have showed alarm. The nurse assured her that no one was going to hurt her. "This is just routine for nervous patients. It's just Xanax - our little secret." 

"But..."

The nurse recommended that she save any questions until the doctor arrived. The nurse helped her tie the gown in back and positioned her onto the exam table with a warm blanket, then left her alone in the room.

Before Danielle got too wound up, an elderly man in a white coat appeared with the nurse. The man introduced himself as "Doc" and explained that he needed to check a few things before she could begin her adventure. 

"We need to be careful and responsible after all," he said with a grin that felt sarcastic and not too soothing.

She could tell the pills had dulled her senses. The doctor had her sit up. He did the typical exam procedures - listened her heart and lungs, reflex checks, etc. A phlebotomist stopped in to draw some blood. Yikes, needles were the worst!

The doctor and the escorts conferred in a corner of the room. When they returned the doctor was holding a box with the cover removed and a leather strap hanging over one side. It resembled an obedience collar for a dog.

"We're going to place this collar around your neck now, Danielle," he explained. "I want to show you the basics of what it is and how it works. He took the device out of the box. "These prongs will rest against your skin. It works pretty much like a dog collar. They will keep the collar centered with the prongs on either side of your throat. They will be able to shock you at varying intensities depending upon the need. At full power it will knock you on your butt. This device also contains a GPS tracking device so they can monitor your whereabouts. 

He lifted it to her neck and inserted one end into the other.

"Oh, and it takes a special tool to remove it. Any attempt to cut it off will likely result in a continuous shock to your neck. They might just warm you first with a small jolt but it's up to them when you leave here."

It all happened so fast that Danielle didn't know what she had just allowed them to do to her. She felt trapped now. The collar served as a conspicuous reminder that she was under someone's control.

"What if I decide that I want to quit right now?" she asked feeling panicked. 

"You definitely have that option," the doctor calmly replied. "Do you want to think about it for a while first? I understand that they've already got a lot of adventures planned for you. This is just a precaution to protect you as much as to protect themselves."

"Would you remove the collar if I said I don't want it?"

"Of course, but then the game would end as well. You just need to use your safe word."

Danielle was torn. Damn him! He knew how she would be drawn into the mysterious game but it seemed that things just kept getting scarier and more sinister.

"Is this thing waterproof for showering?" she inquired as she thought about the more practical aspects.

"You and it should be fine," the doctor reassured her.

"They're here to take her to the starting point," the nurse interjected. "Are you ready Danielle?"

. A fresh set of clothes with jeans, a pair of panties, a black T-shirt and light jacket were handed to Danielle. They also handed her a pair of modest heeled shoes.

"No bra?" she asked because she was always self conscious when her nipples showed through her blouse.

"No, he specifically told us not to include one."

Danielle knew he did that just to make her feel more self conscious. At least she had the jacket.

"Get dressed," the nurse said as she handed the clothes to her. 

"Before you go, we need to check it to make sure the electronics are working," the doctor said. "I'm going to give you the smallest shock as a test."

Before she could prepare she felt a substantial jolt in her neck. Danielle nearly fell over the table.

"I guess it's working," the doctor said with a small grin. "Remember, you don't have the same hide as a dog so the jolts will be much more intense for a person. That was a one on a scale of one to ten. A ten leaves burn marks and will knock you out after five seconds. Being wrapped around your spine near your head, it starts to short circuit your entire central nervous system. Be a good girl and you won't have to worry."

With that they left Danielle alone to get dressed.

She looked in the mirror as she slipped the new panties on. The collar was surprisingly compact yet quite visible. The black leather had a Goth look to it. The adventure was really getting intense with this obedience/torture device but she decided that she wanted to press on to see what Jack had in mind for her. It occurred to her from everything that had already happened on the first day that he had put a lot of preparation into this adventure. The new clothes fit perfectly. The tee shirt and jacket did a pretty good job of making the collar less noticeable. She was already wondering with anticipation what would happen next. She noticed the two escorts standing at the door, waiting for her to reemerge from the exam room. Danielle took a deep breath and opened the door to leave. They joined her, walking out with one on each side. They ushered her into the back seat once again. This time they didn't require her to wear the blindfold. They drove back to the interstate and proceeded south. She wondered if these people had the transmitter to zap her. It wasn't something she was eager to check at that particular time.

The car sped along the highway and she could see that they were nearing Sanibel Island. The car headed West across the bridge until it arrived at a boat marina on the island. The car came to a stop at a marina where many cabin cruisers and yachts were docked. The man and woman once again took her in tow and led her up the gangplank into a nicely appointed yacht. 

"Watch your step," he warned. It can be a bit tricky if the boat moves.

Once inside the cabin area, the blindfold was once again placed over her eyes. She stood motionless as no one made any attempt to take her anywhere. After a long period of silence she had the feeling that she was standing alone in the cabin. Reaching up to peek from behind the blindfold her head snapped back in pain as a sharp stinging sensation stung the front of her neck. 

A vaguely familiar voice spoke softly, "Uh Danielle, you're not allowed to peek". 

Was that Jack? She wondered if that was her but she didn't let on that she knew. She felt a little better knowing that he might be with her again. She immediately took her fingers away from the blindfold and lowered them away from her face. She then did her best to rearrange the cloth over her eyes. When she had moved the cloth back up over her eyes she winced at how her neck still stung. She reached behind her head to pull the ends of the cloth tight again. "

That had to be more than a "one" She thought to herself. 

"That was a "two" on a scale of ten," the voice explained. "I was being gentle with you this time. We're not here together to punish you though, luv. Please relax and let me show you a good time on my boat."

He took her by the hand and escorted her blindly to a room on the main deck where he helped her sit in a deck chair. As she eased down into the chair she could feel soft plush cushions and felt a little more comfortable although still not at ease. She could still feel her heart racing with excitement from the anticipation and fear of the unknown. He offered her a drink - a mimosa perhaps or maybe wine or soft drink? She accepted the offer for the mimosa thinking maybe a few drinks would help her relax. The question of when to call this whole thing off was ever-present in her mind but things seemed under control for the moment. The reassurances that she had received so far made her believe that she really had some control over what happened.

He took her right hand and placed the cold drink in it. She took a sip and settled back in the chair. 

"Care to let me in on the plan?" she asked with sudden courage. "That sun feels good. It would be even nicer if I could see it." 

"Good idea," he replied. "There's really no reason for you to be kept in the dark at this point."




The Game



Jack reached over and pulled the blindfold up and over her forehead to remove it. The sun was too bright at first and she squinted. When she slowly got used to the light she looked around her field of view. She saw that they were among many other boats of various sizes, types and colors.

"How do you feel about a little boat ride?" he asked. 

Danielle wasn't sure if he was teasing her or not so she told him, "Boat trips can be great. Are we going on one now?"

He sat down beside her and placed his hand on her thigh. 

"I'd like to have dinner and spend the night on this boat with you if that's okay," he said. 

"Do I have a choice?" she replied.

"You always have choices," he replied as he placed his arm around her neck and pulled her close. "Once we're at sea however, it's maritime rules and who knows what could happen in international waters." 

He smiled with his mischievous grin.

She imagined him grinning at that last remark but he sure knew how to make her feel uneasy.

It was difficult to hold her drink because of his aggressive advances so she laid her glass on the deck next to her chair and embraced him as well. The building passion made the collar feel a bit tighter and warm around her neck. The prongs were uncomfortable as they pressed against her throat. She wondered what affect it might have if his advances progressed to the next level. He seemed unconcerned as his probing fingers begin to un-tuck her shirt and move upwards beneath it toward her breasts. He too must have discarded his drink as he was now using both hands all over her body. She could tell that he was also growing more aroused based on his heavy breathing and the bilge in his shorts.. Within minutes he had removed her jacket, shirt and jeans. 

He stroked and teased her body all over making her too hot to refuse him. He walked over, picked her up from the chair and carried her to another nook in the boat. He laid her down into a cramped bunk. Danielle felt him crawl onto the mattress on the platform beside her. He continued to stroke her body and nuzzled her mouth and tongue with his. He rolled her on her back to focus on her supple breasts. His tongue darted back and forth across her left nipple. He moved over to her right side making that nipple as hard as the left. She could feel the moisture building in her groin, making her panties wet. She hoped the device around her neck wasn't triggered by body heat, pounding motions or perspiration. As his hand slid into her panties she felt his fingers exploring within her then playing with her clit. The sounds indicated that she was indeed very wet. His fingers traveled in and around her entire opening, almost bringing her to climax before he had even removed her panties. 

Just when she thought she couldn't stand it any further he slipped her panties down her legs and climbed on top of her. He gently slipped his member into her sensitized opening before he began thrusting with vigor. He stroked her hard and long, pounding her body against the thinly padded bunk. She screamed with pleasure as he continued to pleasure her. He rolled over bringing her over the top, barely clearing the confining deck above.. She pressed her hands against his shoulders, leveraging her back against the deck. Her entire body tightened in ecstasy as they climaxed together. She rolled to his side and lay intertwined with him in a tight embrace. Danielle felt safe in his arms. She gazed at him lying beside her. He appeared to be quite relaxed too. She wondered if he would fall asleep. 

It felt nice lying together in the cramped bunk, feeling the gentle rocking motion of the boat at the marina. She could feel him become more and more relaxed, as his arm became heavier around her. Soon there was the sound of soft snoring and she was sure he was asleep. He looked so innocent when he was asleep. She gently lifted his arm from her body and slipped off the bunk so she wouldn't wake him. She had enjoyed the evening so far but something inside made her feel like she had to escape while she had the chance. Picking up her clothes from the floor she sneaked out of the room to get dressed. Zipping up her pants, she headed for the cabin door to slip out of the cabin and onto the pier. As she was about to reach the door a sudden surge of stabbing pain dropped her to her knees. Her entire body quivered with a strong tingling sensation. She realized almost immediately that the collar had been energized. It had never felt this debilitating before. 

No matter how hard she tried she could not get to her feet. Her entire body was tense and even her teeth clenched together. The surging current stopped suddenly and her tensed body turned limp, falling to the floor in a heap. She could see his feet in front of her face. He placed his hands on her shoulders and rolled her onto her stomach. She was still dazed and tingling from the shock so she couldn't resist. Without saying a word he took her right hand and pulled it behind her back. With the feel of cold steel against her back, a handcuff was closed tightly on her wrist. When he pulled the left hand back to meet the right, her face was pressed against the floor. Bringing her to her feet, he finally spoke. 

"Where do you think you are going Danielle? We have plans for you and we've only just begun. Now I have to punish you to make you appreciate how disruptive it is when you pull things like this."

Her head was spinning and her body was starting to hurt now that the numbing effect of the electric shock was wearing off. He led her back through another door. She did not say a word because she sensed that there probably wasn't anything she could say in her defense. She knew there was the magic phrase that would make them let her go but it something inside made her resolve to see what happened next. As long as he wasn't too severe, she was starting to like getting punished by him. Before she could utter a sound, a cloth cleave gag was inserted into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head. Taking her by the arm, he ushered her down a short hall.

The sound of an engine could be heard more loudly as they walked. He led her into a hot, noisy and smelly room. She could feel warm pipes against her shoulders as she squeezed down a dark narrow passageway. When they stopped, he removed the cuffs from one hand long enough to raise her arms over her head. He positioned her arms around a large overhead pipe and re-attached the open cuff to her wrist. Re-locking her hands together, she found herself standing with her head against the pipe which was about at shoulder level. It was an awkward position but she was more concerned with what was going to happen to her. It was too noisy to hear much but she was pretty sure he must have left her alone again. Unable to move much she felt totally helpless...and uncomfortable. The noise in the room suddenly became intense as the main propulsion engines fired up. She could feel the boat lurch. He must be taking the boat out to sea she realized. It was difficult to imagine what was going on in his unpredictable mind. Her stomach tightened. The diesel engines were roaring now and the pipe that held her was vibrating against her head. The room was becoming noticeably hotter too. Hopefully this trip to wherever would be brief. 

The engines suddenly slowed and she could feel the boat bump into a pier or dock. The feeling of anxiety returned. She knew that his intentions would become known soon. The trip was only a few minutes so they couldn't have traveled far. She wondered how she could stop the whole thing with the gag in her mouth. That was a dirty trick to prevent her from stopping him now, she thought. It didn't seem fair. The big engines stopped while the small auxiliary engine continued to hum along. She knew that meant that she was at her destination. Within a few minutes she heard footsteps and there he was unlocking her hands from the pipe. 

"Enjoy the trip?" He asked sarcastically. 

He took her hand and led her out of the hot and smelly engine room. The scent of fresh sea air was refreshing and very welcome. He lifted her off the boat and onto the dock that led to the landing. This time their boat was docked alone. The only sounds she could hear were those of the surf and a few sea gulls so she surmised that they must be alone. He took her to a building where he helped her walk up a cobblestone stairway. Once inside the building he sat her down in a wooden chair. Her hands were placed behind the back of the chair and secured with the handcuffs once again. 

He planted a small kiss on her forehead that caught she off guard. 

"How are you enjoying the mystery adventure so far?" He asked in a cheerful tone of voice. "Are you ready to continue with me or do you want to quit?"

The simple act of tenderness made her realize that he was teasing her so she shook her head to tell him no. 

"Good," he replied. "I'm going to prepare dinner shortly but I 'm afraid that I have to punish you first for attempting to run off. I thought you wanted to share this adventure with me" 

He surprised her again with his demands for total control in his game but with his apparent remorse for needing to discipline her.

Removing the handcuffs again, he helped her get out of the chair and led her across the room. She felt a hard wooden desk or table against her thighs. 

"Bend over the desk, luv" he instructed.. 

She obeyed. He took her hands and extended her arms across the old wooden desk.

"Grab hold of the edge he told her as he wrapped her fingers around the back.

He walked back behind her. She felt his hands unbutton and unzip her jeans. He slipped them down to her ankles. Her panties were slipped down as well. He rubbed his hand softly over her bare bottom, feeling her quiver at his touch. He gave her a sudden slap with his hand. She jumped at the unexpected sting and sound of his hand on her tender skin. 

"Danielle, I'm going to leave you with a little reminder of why you need to follow the rules. Something much more painful than his hand struck her bottom. I'm going to give you a few more of these until you have a few red stripes," he told her as his leather belt slapped loudly across both cheeks at once. 

A burning sensation lingered after he repeated the punishment several more times. As she was bracing for another hit with the belt she felt his hand stroking her bottom again. His soft touch felt so good in contrast to the stinging pain of the belt. The sensuous feeling of his hand seems to make the stinging feel strangely erotic. He ran his fingers up between her legs, touching along her clit from behind. Jack continued to rub her tingling bottom with ever-increasing sweeps to her legs and sides. she could feel the moisture build within her. She pulled herself up and wiggled her pussy against the edge of the desk to heighten the sensation. His hands were now moving around to her inner thighs to stroke her skin beside her wet pussy. 

He spread her legs with his feet and she began to enjoy the punishment. He slipped her top up over her head and arms to begin fondling her breasts. She heard his zipper and felt his hard cock slip between her engorged lips behind. He leaned over her outstretched body and kissed her neck as his hands stroked her breasts. His cock explored deeper into her fully aroused cunt. Her entire body felt ready to explode. She wanted to embrace him but was afraid to move. He seemed to have read her mind as he carried her over to a bed in the same room. He removed the blindfold and gag.. He lay her down on the bed and quickly joined her. He helped her out of her jeans and panties that remained tightly bunched around her ankles. The room became loud with moans and primal screams. They made love together until exhaustion overtook them both. Lying together, she drifted off while he watched the contentment on her face.

She awoke to the smell of bacon, eggs and coffee. It turned out that the dream she thought she had during the night was not a dream. She rolled over to sit up but after a little bit of movement she found that her ankle was shackled to the bed. Obviously he didn't trust her to stay put any more. Hearing her stirring he popped his head into the room to inform her that breakfast was nearly ready. 

"You fell so soundly asleep that we had to just skip dinner last night," he informed her. You have a busy day ahead and you'll need the energy," he continued. "Here's a robe for you, " he said as he tossed a robe on the bed.

Returning a few moments later he carried a tray with the breakfast, coffee and juice for her. He set it on the bed and joined her for the meal. 

"I didn't want to have to hunt you down again, so I chained you to the bed," he said with a grin. "Eat up now."

He gazed at her frequently as they ate breakfast together. When she finished the tray was removed. He returned with a fancy wooden case in one hand and a large cardboard box in the other. 

"We're going to begin another small adventure with you again today he explained. 

"What now?" She thought to herself with renewed curiosity and anxiety at the same time. 

"I'm going to let you do the work this time," he said. "Please remove your robe."

She slowly slipped it off as she watched his face for his reaction. 

"Now I want you to tie your ankles to the bottom posts on the bed. Make the knots tight and also bind yourself well because there'll be additional punishment if they come untied so do your best."

Jack removed the shackle from her ankle. Taking the two satin strips that he held out, Danielle crossed her legs and tied one around her right ankle and the other to her left. She then positioned herself so both feet would be as close to the posts as possible. It was a stretch to tie her right ankle to the first post. It was even more awkward to tie her left to the other side. 

"Very well done Danielle," he complimented her. "I especially liked how you planned everything out."

Producing a small jewelry box, he opened it and held it out to her. It was an ornate golden clip with a string of emerald-colored jewels on the end.

"I want she to slip this onto your clit," he said as he handed the jewelry to her.

Having never seen how exactly the device was to be worn, she looked to him with a look of puzzlement. He understood and helped her clamp the lips of her vagina together. It felt cold and tight on her tender clit but thankfully not too painful. The sensation was rather erotic and she could feel her clit begin to swell against the pressure with delight. 

"Very nice," he complimented her again with encouragement. 

A second jewelry box containing two non-piercing nipple clamps on a thin gold chain was presented before her in a display case. She nervously took them and look down at her breasts. She had worn these before and they were uncomfortable.. When she hesitated, she was suddenly jolted with a short burst of the collar that she had almost forgotten. The jolt startled her almost as much as the first time. 

"Almost ready to call the whole thing off,?" He asked sarcastically. "Remember, trust me."

She looked at him with anger in her eyes. If she was going to put it on, she needed a bit more encouragement. 

She reluctantly raised the ring to her tender nipple and grimaced as she felt the ring clamp down on her now erect nipple. He waved the box in front of her and she took the other ring. As she spread it to put on her other nipple, he bent over and kissed her on the forehead. He added a light golden chain to her left clamp and brought the other end to her right, connecting her tits.

"Good girl!" Before proceeding, he paused to ask her, "Tell me again that you are in for the long haul Danielle." to reaffirm that she wished to continue. 

The excitement had built to such a level that she nodded and said, " yes" almost without hesitation. 

He then handed her a red ball attached to a number of leather straps. 

"Press the ball into your mouth Danielle," he ordered. 

She looked at him again as she forced the ball between her teeth. He offered some assistance in routing the straps over and around her head. He gave the side straps a final tug to tighten the harness under her chin. Reaching back into the box he withdrew two more satin strips of white cloth. 

"Now I want you to tie these two strips to your wrists. Make sure they won't come off, especially if you wiggle and strain against them."

Wiggle, strain?!! What might cause that she wondered. As she finished tying the second strip to her right wrist he gently laid her back on the bed. Stepping to the side of the bed he wrapped the first around the headboard post. She felt her entire body being pulled tight as he pulled her right arm tightly to the headboard. He walked around the bed and pulled her left arm tight as well, tying the ligature to the headboard. She felt completely helpless lying naked and open in spread-eagle fashion, exposed completely to her master. She believed that he would be gentle with whatever he was planning. Trust. He had never really hurt her before but she was never sure what might come next. The ball was making her jaw muscles ache as it forced her mouth wide open. She wondered what she must look like to him at this moment. An obvious bulge is apparent in his crotch as he leaned over her. She smiled inside.

He reached over to the special wooden case that looked almost like a jewelry box. He flipped the lid open and set it on a table beside the bed but she could not see its contents. He produced a black scarf. 

"Just relax now, luv," he told her in a calm, reassuring voice. "I am covering your eyes again for what comes next so you can concentrate on the sensations instead of what you might see."

Alarms went off in her head again. He lay the cloth across her eyes and tightly tied it at the back of her head, momentarily forcing her head off the bed. Stroking his hand on the side of her breast he sent a shiver down her spine. He tugged lightly on the chain between her clamped nipples. She waited silently as the tension built.

Lying helplessly on her back, unable to see anything she could only wait in anticipation for the next touch. She felt something in her ears. 

"Ear plugs to further deprive you of your hearing," he explained as he pressed them in tightly.

She wondered what she might feel next. The restraints and clamps were becoming more uncomfortable. She could feel the blood pumping in her ears, clit and nipples as her nipples and clit felt the confinement of the clamps. Her arms and legs were getting tired from being stretched against the tightness of the satin. Her hands were tingling with numbness. She could not see or hear a thing and therefore had no idea where he was. She jumped as his hand suddenly brushed against the side of her right breast. He continued stroking it and his other hand soon joined in the fondling. His mouth descended upon her nipple. He sucked hard until it was fully erect. He moved over to the other and played with it too until it was as hard as the other. He slid his fingers softly all over her body with a touch so light that it tickled. He avoided the most sensitive spots at first. His sensuous touching made her shiver with pleasure. 

She tugged against the restraints as she quivered with excitement. She was learning how being held captive seemed to heighten the pleasure she was experiencing. She felt the swell of arousal between her legs. She could feel the moisture build within the confines of the clamp across your clit. He kept stroking her in a teasing fashion and she was becoming hotter and hotter. He ran two fingers along both sides of her clit, teasing her with pleasure but not going for the prize yet. She was practically convulsing on the bed as he began to massage her tender clit. He removed the clamp from between her legs and she felt the instant rush of blood into her squeezed lips. Fluid dribbled onto her thighs as he played with her cunt. He tugged gently on the chain between her breasts as his fingers continued to massage within. She longed desperately to scream but the ball muffled the would-be release to a quiet whimper through her nose. 




The Game



He suddenly stopped just short of bringing her to climax and the room was once again silent. Her heaving body slowly settled back down onto the bed. Her nostrils felt like wind tunnels with all her heavy breath passing in and out of the faired yet small openings. He placed a hand on her shoulder and removed the earplugs.

"Lie still now," he told her in an uncharacteristically calm voice. 

He began to tell her of his fascination with the non-traditional views of the Asians, both Chinese and Japanese regarding human sensory perception. She was totally puzzled at this strange shift in topic. At the moment, she wanted to feel more of what she had just experienced. He disappointed her by teasing and stopping just short of letting her cum. She suddenly got the drift of what he is saying when she heard him mention the word "acupuncture".! 

"I need you to relax and lie still now," he instructed her once again. "I have been studying acupuncture techniques for erotic pleasure and I am going to demonstrate its affects on you." he explained. "You will feel no pain and the erotic effects will be remarkable."

Danielle stopped fidgeting and lay perfectly still. She knew only that needles were used for this ancient Chinese medical treatment to relieve pain and that it had become more routine in American medicine now. Her chiropractor had been trained too. Where exactly was he going to stick those needles though?

Sensing her apprehension, he unstrapped the head harness and pulled the ball from her mouth. 

"Just in case you are totally unwilling, I am going to let you have the privilege of speech back," Jack told her. "Remember, trust me."

He let her think for a few minutes before he inserted the first needle, unbeknownst to her. He inserted it another shoulder and twisted the needle back and forth. She suddenly felt a warm sensation traveling through her core to her groin. Her body tensed as the strange sensation swept through her body with more intensity. He moved to her right foot. She could feel his hand on her foot as he steadied it and slowly worked a needle into the side near her big toe. Her body shivered with the intensifying feeling of arousal. She could feel his hand at her left shoulder. The twinges in her groin seemed to come from both sides now. She moaned as a sudden surge of seduction overcame her body. She felt more horny and aroused than ever before. She wanted him to jump her right then and there. 

"How does that feel?" He asked.

"What feel?" she replied. How does what feel? I'm just so horny!"

"I just inserted an acupuncture needles into your core nerve path," he explained. "Did it do anything for you?" 

"Uhh, I think so maybe," she said. "I need your body again."

He placed his hand on her left thigh. A sharp tingle shot through her midsection. The two sensations were steady and their combined effects felt incredible. He could see that she was experiencing pleasure so he continued. He rolls her left foot on its side to insert another needle into that foot. He slowly inserts the needle until she suddenly felt a warm sensation rise in her pussy. He seemed to know exactly how far to go with each needle. Her reaction was intense pleasure. After two more needles, she begin to feel like she were having one continuous orgasm. The feeling was so intense that she began to scream and moan loudly. He allowed her emotional release. She had never ejaculated before but it felt like she may have done so for the first time. The release was so intense

He slowly removes the needles one by one and cut the satin straps. He undressed and climbed on top of her. His cock was hard as he positioned it to penetrate her wet pussy. They moved together under the power of her continuing involuntary motions. He kissed her long and hard. She passed out from complete exhaustion shortly thereafter.

When she awoke, he was still holding her in his arms under some covers. He woke up as she stirred and greeted her with a kiss. All of the restraints and props from the night before were gone. She found herself in a nice fresh bed wearing only a nightshirt. The sun was streaming into the room through the slits in a wooden blind that covered the window. He rolled out of bed.

"Danielle, you have another big day planned for tomorrow. We are going to relax and rest on the beach today. I have to go to work tomorrow but you will be in good hands throughout the day. I will be meeting you for supper. You rest now and we'll have some breakfast on the sun deck. In about half an hour."

Jack made some breakfast in the cottage in the gulf while Danielle got up and showered. She met him on the deck where he had laid out a nice breakfast for them to enjoy as they relaxed. She was feeling glad that she allowed him to lead her through the unusual adventures. She wondered what else he had planned for her.

"Where am I going tomorrow?" she asked as they sipped their coffee.

"I have a friend who owns a Japanese sushi bar and restaurant on the mainland," he replied. "They will be showing you some new things about the preparation of a traditional sushi dinner called nyotaimori."

"ooh, I like sushi. That should be fun," she said with excitement in her voice.

Jack took her to the beach near a cabana where they enjoyed lunch with a few beverages. They relaxed on deck chairs and had a very nice day. He treated her like royalty, catering her every desire. He held her hand when they waded into the surf. The day went by so fast that it surprised them both when the sun started to sink into the ocean to the west. 

"We need to get to bed soon," he suddenly remarked. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

He kept saying that but she wasn't exactly sure how the day would be especially long. They went to a place that he had rented on the beach to have a light dinner before going to bed. He kept her awake for several hours more with love making. They fell asleep together under the cool breeze of the ocean air.

The alarm clock woke them suddenly at 7:30. 

"We don't have much time to get ready," he declared. I'm going to remove that collar for today because you will be in good hands with my Japanese friends. Jack took a tool that looked similar to a pliers with a special jaw and leaned over her to unfasten the collar. It felt nice to have the thick leather device removed from her neck.

"Go ahead and shower first," he said. I have some new clothes here for you too.

He handed her a pile of new clothes that included a nice dress and sexy underwear. She took the clothing with her into the bath and got under the shower. He showered as she applied her makeup in the main room and they quickly got prepared for the day.

To her surprise, he had one of his cars parked at the beach house. They got in and he drove fast (as usual) to a business area on the mainland. He stopped at the Japanese restaurant and Bar to bring her in to meet his friends. The owner, Mr. Shimase bowed politely as they were introduced. He showed them around the outside of his restaurant and property. There were coy ponds and other structures that looked as if they could have come from Japan. He finally took them into the restaurant waiting area. He was courteous and attentive but he suddenly looked at his watch.

"I will introduce you now to my business associates. I am afraid that I must go to tend to some business now."

He spoke Japanese as he summoned someone and two women dressed in kimonos entered the room. They said nothing but bowed respectfully as they stopped before them. 

.Mr. Shimase spoke, "Danielle, I'd like you to meet my assistants who will prepare you for your next adventure. This will be a new cultural experience for you. Follow them and do as they tell you. Is that clear?"

Danielle looked at jack for reassurance. He gestured for her to follow the two young women. Sensing that this was all a part of his plan she did as instructed.

"Yes, Sir," she replied timidly as once again she was curious and anxious about what was to come. 

The two women didn't appear threatening. She followed as one led and the other fell in line behind Danielle. They didn't go far before the first woman opened a door and motioned for her to enter.

"Please remove your shoes," the woman directed.

Danielle willingly obeyed as she could see that the floor was covered in a beautiful bamboo mat. She timidly entered as she looked around the room. A beautifully colorful room divider was the focal point in the room. Otherwise the room looked formal with a large dining room table complete with about a dozen chairs. Traditional Japanese artwork was hung on the walls as well as on various shelves and tables around the room. The walls had back-lighted screens surrounding the entire room. The lighting was subdued but it felt like an elegant dining room. They continued to walk through the elegant room to another door behind the screen where bright light was emanating through the door opening. This room was about the size of a bedroom with a full bath, a dressing table with bright lights lining the three mirrors in front. There was also a reclining chair, similar to what she had seen at her dermatologist's office. 

"We prepare you for Nyotaimori," one of the young Japanese women said as she and her partner approached Danielle.

"What is that?" she asked.

"You like Japanese food? - the sashimi, sushi and fugu? We prepare big meal. You will like."

She wasn't sure whether they were not allowed to tell her much or if they just were not fluent in English.

"Please undress MS Danielle," the lead woman said. "We must prepare you."

"Prepare me for what?"

"Nyotaimori ," was her only response. "We need to wash you very clean. You be quiet now and we will take good care of you. No more talking. We will get in big trouble."

Feeling frightened and confused, Danielle reluctantly slipped out of her clothes as the women watched. They conversed in Japanese as she removed her underwear.

"You come and sit in the chair," the woman commanded Danielle.

The tone in her voice seemed to be laced with frustration. She sat in the large chair as instructed. The sound of an electric motor was immediately apparent as the chair tilted back. The woman oppresses her hand against Danielle's shoulder to make her recline with the chair. The chair was nearly horizontal when it stopped moving. The second woman who said little came forward with an electric shears. Spreading Danielle's legs as wide as the chair allowed, she turned on the clippers and began to trim her pubic hair. With long strokes across her mound. A tray with other instruments was laid on a table next to her as she worked rapidly. She took a scissors too and clipped some unruly hair. Using a straight-edge razor, she skillfully made the edges perfectly straight. She ran the blade against Danielle's clit as she dry-shaves the hair away from her tender flesh. 

"You roll over and get on hands and knees," the second woman ordered.

The two women worked together to position her on her hands and knees on the chair. Once again the woman spread Danielle's legs and neatly trimmed her pubic hair from the back. Fine-tuning the shape with the razor she finally stepped back to check her work and pronounced her to be ready.

The lead woman handed her some special liquid soap and a washcloth before leading her to the shower. The Japanese woman instructed her on how to lather up three times with the special soap and rinse off between applications. She was to use the same soap for her hair to cleanse everything from having any fragrance or bacteria. Standing under the warm shower felt good as she did her best to clean herself as instructed. When she was finished and had turned off the water, the woman met her at the shower opening. 

"Now you must run cold water over yourself to cool your body." The woman directed. "You must be cool to the touch and it will also close your pores."

She sent Danielle back into the shower, reaching in to grab the lever and turned the water on herself. Once Danielle was standing under the streaming water the woman turned the temperature lever all the way to the cold position. The icy water came as a shock. She could barely stand it but thought better of doing anything. She stood motionless under the freezing water for what seemed like an eternity even though it was only a few minutes. 

"Turn around," the woman directed.

She did one complete rotation under the stream of water. Danielle was shivering profusely when the woman stopped the shower and handed her a thick towel.

"Here, dry yourself off. You will be fine."

She was so cold that she immediately wrapped the towel around herself in an attempt to warm herself. She could feel that her nipples were rock hard and the towel felt pleasurable as it rubbed across them. The room air was warm enough that she stopped shaking but she still felt very cold. A white plush robe was held out behind her. Seeing the robe in the mirror she handed over the tower and slipped her arms into the open gown. She was surprised at how the robe was so cold. It had obviously been chilled and made her cold again. They wrapped it around her body and tied the matching belt that hung at the sides...

Without allowing much time for her to enjoy the feel of standing in her new robe, she was ushered over to the make-up chair. The quieter woman seemed to be the hair person. She skillfully took charge of Danielle's hair and fashioned it into a hairdo hairstyle resembling a traditional Japanese hairstyle with the hair pulled up off her neck and tied with hair and ribbons on top of her head. She used her scissors sparingly to get the desired look. When she had finished, the other woman applied white makeup to Danielle's face and made up her eyes. She finished with bright red lipstick. Even Danielle was surprised at the transformation that the hairstyle and makeup had created. The two women discussed their project in Japanese before agreeing that they had successfully achieved the desired results.

"Come, it's time to prepare dinner," the lead woman said as she spun the chair away from the mirror. Danielle rose and once again followed the woman as the second followed behind. They left the bathroom and re-entered the dining room. When they reached the dining table there was a sushi chef busy preparing Japanese delicacies on a cart. He set his knife down and bowed to the three women. He then resumed his work. Danielle was fascinated at the array of fish, bamboo leaves and red roses on his cart. Everything was packed in ice. He was a master with the knife, slicing the rolled fish perfectly. 

Two hands on her shoulders pulled on the robe as the second woman unfastened the tied wrap. The robe was slipped off in one fluid motion and she was left standing naked beside the cart and table.

"It's time up on the table now," said the woman as she pulled a chair away to serve as a step. 

Danielle had no idea what was expected of her but obediently stepped up onto the chair then sat down on the table as the women guided her.

"Lay flat on your back," she said as they positioned Danielle at the center of the table. "Place your arms tight against your sides, palms against your thighs," she continued. Now point your toes like this," she instructed, pressing down on the tops of Danielle's feet until her toes were pointed toward the opposite end of the table from her head. "Eyes focused straight up on a spot on the ceiling. You shall not make eye contact with any of the guests. You say nothing and react to nothing. You practice while the chef lays out the meal."

Danielle didn't know what to think. A lot had just been said to shed some light on what was about to happen. Guests? She lay completely still, just as she had been instructed while she thought. Suddenly something cold and clammy was laid on her right shoulder. She turned her head to see a piece of raw fish; sashimi had been placed there with a pair of chopsticks by the chef. Her head was unexpectedly forced back into position by two hands that cradled it.

"You must not react," she was scolded by the woman.

She remained still as fish was lined up from her shoulder to her neck along her collarbone. Occasionally she could see the chef bringing the pieces through her line of sight but she could not see it being placed onto her body. The fish felt colder as more was lined up along her left side to mirror the appearance on her right. She saw a flash of red as the chef arranged rose petals around her nipples. The sensation tickled as he arranged them with deliberate movements. Larger pieces of fish were arranged around her breasts in a fanned-out pattern. He moved lower on her body with more of the raw fish. He continued lining it up all the way down onto her thighs. She wondered how she must look from above.

The two women busied themselves laying out place settings in front of each of the chairs. Dishes containing shredded ginger, wasabi and soy sauce made sounds all around Danielle as the dishes were placed on the hard wooden table. She could see the activity in the periphery of her vision but did not know exactly what they were doing. She could smell the spiciness of the wasabi as it wafted over her nose.

After the chef had laid outlined her body he began a second row within the first. These pieces of fish were in rolls with rice and tofu mixed in. His quick movements that transferred the food from the cart to her body were pure artistry. She was fascinated by the little that she could see of his skillful arrangement. He seemed to stop for a bit then held a relatively large piece of fish above her belly. 

"Fugu," he announced.

It took all her strength to remain still when he placed it over her vagina. Using the chopsticks, he spread her clit and opened her a bit, pressing it partly into her slit. He arranged more small pieces around the first. It felt as though her had stuffer her with the cold fish. She wondered whether the fish would react with her body. She had heard somewhere that fugu was the exotic puffer fish that could be lethal if improperly prepared. Even when done correctly it contained numbing and paralyzing neurotoxins when ingested. 

She took a deep breath in an effort to relax and not move. Additional food and garnish was placed on her body. Something cold was packed between her legs covering her cunt completely. The chef announced that he was done. He rolled his cart out of the room and was gone. 

"Do not move," the lead woman directed Danielle. The guests are here. I will tell the master that dinner is ready."

The two women left Danielle alone on the table. She didn't dare move a muscle for fear of upsetting the arrangement that had been spread all over her body. She worried about being the centerpiece for a group of people who were about to descend upon this room for dinner.

She heard the noise as the group of people came down the hall and playfully took care to remove their shoes and find slippers that fit before entering the room. She stoically stared at the ceiling, her arms stiff at her sides as she felt the stares of the guests when they saw her lying on the table. Some walked right up to her to stare while others were more comfortable staring from across the room. Their laughter and chatter subsided when they saw the big surprise that Jack had in store for them this evening. She could see that there were both men and women in the group as they peered down at her face.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Jack announced. We have a special treat in store for you tonight. I have arranges this special Japanese dinner as something special for my dearest friends on this occasion. If you are not a fan of sushi I hope you will at least try the meal that has been prepared for you. The outermost dishes are plain raw fish or sashimi. Next in is the sushi which is fish with rice and other Japanese pastes mixed in. Finally for those of you brave enough to tempt fate, her cunt is covered with fugu; The most notorious Japanese dish of all. If the chef did his job right, you will just feel tingling in your lips and maybe a faster heart rate. If he screwed up, well it's been nice knowing you."




The Game



I was just at home, minding my own business. What could go wrong with something like that? Mike, my husband, had gone over to Dan's unit, as they were getting a bunch of friends together to watch the big game. I'd just slipped on some sloppy flannelette pyjamas and was going to curl up in bed and watch TV and maybe read a bit.

So there I was, in my pyjamas, casually browsing the book shelf for something to take to bed with me, when my front door burst open and this guy comes charging in. 

Now he was quite a nice looking guy, big and strong, with lots of muscles. Not muscle-bound - those guys give me the creeps - but an obviously fit and healthy man who got a lot of exercise. Now, while I didn't know him from Adam, it was pretty plain what he wanted. Dan's unit and the game. The giveaway was that silly footy scarf he wore. 

"Sorry I'm late, guys," he was saying as he barged in. "Got delayed behind an idiot in a fender bender and I'm in the wrong place, aren't I. I thought the door had a '9' on it."

"No, actually it has an upside down '6'. We have to get a new screw for the top of it. You're after Dan's place and the game. It's that-away."

I pointed in the general direction of Dan's unit.

Now this guy was looking slightly flushed and he was giving me an odd look. At first I'd thought the flush was from his hurrying, but seeing the way he was looking at me I was starting to wonder. Had I spilt something on myself?

Looking down I found the reason for the man's slight consternation. Hey, I was by myself in my own home. I just hadn't bothered to do up the buttons on my pyjama top and, looking down, I could see a gap an inch or two wide straight down my front. Well, maybe three or four inches.

Now I wasn't actually showing my breasts, or not really. You could see the inside curve of them, but that was all. Let's just say I had an extra bit of cleavage. 

"Ah, Dan's place. That way," I repeated, waving my hand in the general direction. I could feel the front of my pyjamas swaying as I indicated and felt deliciously naughty, knowing that he was getting tantalising glimpses.

"Um, yeah, Dan's place. That way," he repeated, pointing with both hands and I nodded.

"You're missing out," I said, tongue in cheek.

"Uh?"

"The game. It will have started. You're missing it."

"Oh, the game. Right."

He turned to head out and then paused and I distinctly heard him say, "Fuck it. I'm going to look."

He turned back towards me, took a step forward and gently took hold of my pyjama top and moved the sides apart. He took a big breath and just looked at me.

I have to admit I was a bit startled and also a little flattered. I mean, he was taking a bit of a chance, now wasn't he.

I have very nice breasts. Firm and pointed and they don't really need the help of a bra to support them. It was actually quite exciting to know that a stranger was looking at them and, from the look on his face, appreciating them.

"Do you mind?" I asked, acid in my voice. I expected that he would wake up to what he was doing, stammer an apology and bolt.

What I didn't expect was what happened.

"No," he said, very softly, "I don't mind at all," and he bent down and kissed my nipple.

Kissed it, hell. His mouth just brushed against it and then it returned and fastened onto me, gently sucking and teasing. I'm staring down at the top of his head, noting that he had really nice thick black hair, while he's chewing on my breast.

I opened my mouth to say something, although I had no idea what, when he lifted his head away. My nipple was swollen and wet and the contact with the cold air was making it pucker even more. I was about to tell him to get the hell out or I'd scream when he bent over and took the other nipple.

I couldn't believe it. I. Just. Could. Not. Believe. It.

How could this guy just walk up to me and start playing with my breasts? What was worse, the whole thing was exciting. I could feel heat pooling inside me, low down where it should not be.

He lifted his head again and looked at me, paying a lot of attention to my breasts. 

"Nice," he murmured, speaking so softly that I had to strain to hear him. "Sweet and perfect."

He just reached up and cupped them, his thumbs rolling my nipples softly. I couldn't permit that, of course, and I took a step back. Trouble was, I could only take that one step and I was up against the side of an armchair, and he just came with me.

"Take your hands off my breasts," I managed to mutter.

He gave this little sigh and moved his hands, sliding them down off my breasts and along my sides.

I knew what he was going to do, long before he did it. I just knew.

His hands came sliding down my sides, slid under my pyjama pants and drifted over my bottom. My bare bottom. I was going to bed, for crying out loud. I don't need panties with pyjamas.

It wasn't just my bottom he was feeling, either. His hands were travelling down along the back of my legs. How did this work? It was easy. My pyjamas just sailed down my legs as he pushed. Once they dropped off my bottom, gravity did the rest, and they just slithered straight down.

I wanted to scream. Honest I did. But I was just frozen, watching as a complete stranger effectively stripped me. His hands came sliding back up the front of my legs, both of them coming together at my groin, gently stroking along my mound.

That pool of heat I'd felt was now a busy little bushfire, setting alight all the nerves around it.

He stood back and looked at me again. This time his eyes were looking me up and down, taking pleasure in my nudity. I couldn't help but feel a fillip of excitement at his obvious appreciation.

Still looking at me he unzipped and took out his cock. Would you believe it? He just hauled it out in front of me. It was erect, and it looked big and strong. I thought it looked absolutely marvellous. 

He moved closer to me, a hand closing over my mound, playing with my lips, stretching them apart and slipping a finger in and out. At the same time his other hand was holding his cock, steering it towards me.

I was watching what he was doing, fascinated, not really taking it in. It hadn't occurred to me that he was really going to take me. Why would it? Who expects a stranger to just walk up, take down your pants, and take you?

His fingers spread my lips and his cock was pushing into me and I woke up to what was happening. Way, way, too late, of course. There was nothing I could do about it now. I was caught.

I leaned back against the armchair, looking down along my body to where his cock was easing into me. It looked enormous. I could feel it slowly pushing along my passage, stretching me, filling me. I was gasping slightly as it came, still not really believing it was happening, although a cock like that inside you is a definite sign that something unusual is going on.

He wasn't rough at all, just determined. His cock slid smoothly down my passage, resistance not permitted. Not, to be honest, that I was resisting. He'd barely started pushing into me when I found that I was pushing back, taking him deeper. That fire he'd lit was burning bright, urging me onward.

His groin bumped against me, and I was, oh, so aware of his cock in me. I mean, it was there, in me, and I could feel all of it. Anything else seemed of secondary consideration to what he was doing to me. At least, to what he was about to do. I was damn certain that he wasn't just going to leave it sitting quietly.

I idly noted that his hands had taken hold of my breasts, but his cock was moving. He pulled slowly back and then returned, firmly. That was just the start, of course. He was soon moving in and out with a firm steady stroke that was doing the most peculiar things inside me. 

Not that he was the only one moving. I found myself swaying back and forth, pressing urgently to meet him, relaxing to let him pull back, knowing he'd return.

The whole thing had a dream aspect to it. We moved together, passion still muted but still there, gently swaying. Slowly but surely, our passions were rising. The gentle swaying was picking up speed. He was in me. His cock was plunging in deep. Every thought I had came back to that. I was being possessed, being taken, in what was now a most vigorous manner.

I was gasping and making those funny little love sounds you give when passion is riding you hard. Or should I say when a man is riding you hard? Because that's what was happening. His hands were firm on my breasts, teasing, tormenting and tantalising, and all the time his cock was plunging in, seeming to go deeper with every thrust.

As they say in bodice rippers, he had his wicked way with me, and it was wonderful. I'd been excited even before his cock penetrated me, and once it had that excitement just kept building and burning.

I know, some people will say I should have screamed and resisted, fought him off. As far as I was concerned, those people weren't here, I was, and resistance was futile. The man wanted me and took me, and kept on taking me, lifting me higher with every lovely stroke.

I have no idea what I was saying at the end, just babbling I think, but it was an eager babbling, wanting nothing more than what I was getting, and getting hard.

I felt him coming at the end. He gave a groan and a jerk that nearly lifted me off my feet, and then he was spraying inside me and that finished it for me. All that heat and passion just exploded and washed over me, sweeping me away.

I slowly came down from wherever I'd drifted to, opening my eyes to see him standing there, looking at me. He was looking somewhat stunned, which was fair enough, because that's how I was feeling.

"I, ah, I only came to watch the game," he muttered.

"Dan's unit, number '9', that way," I managed to say, pointing.

"Right," he said, backing away. "Number '9'. No problems."

He backed away and out the door, his eyes not leaving me until the door closed.

I hope he's not the type to kiss and tell. Mike just may not understand. I know I still don't.



The Game



The guy in front of me is taking way more time than he deserves. Hurry the fuck up, man. Why doesn't she swap him out? Can't you see there's like three of us waiting our turn? You're wearing her out. She could use the safe word, or make the peace sign if she can't speak, and it's party-over.

She really does look like she's enjoying it though. Feet up in the air, she's still playing with herself. Three of us have already finished in her and she's going strong. Maybe this will all work out after all. I really need some pussy tonight.

***

I was at least pretty sure I was getting mugged that night. The Craigslist ad just said "Invitaition to a gang bang" and when I responded I only got an address and a time, and instructions to get tested for STDs. Any sane person would have ignored it. I guess those of us who actually showed up were risk-takers, which actually made a lot of sense now that I think about it.

The suburban ranch style house had several other cars parked out front when I pulled up. I rang the bell and the door opened to a modest living room with two guys on the couch drinking longnecks. The guy who opened the door was also holding a beer.

"Hey, man," he said. "You here for the party?"

"I guess so," I said.

"All right," he said. "We don't really know what's going on yet. There's some beer in the other room."

"Okay," I said, and nodded to the two guys on the couch. They tipped chins by way of response.

I went through the doorway to the kitchen / dining area. There was a cooler with ice and beer on the dining table. Next to the kitchen sink stood two more guys and a woman in a short black skirt and tank top. This must be "Christine" I thought. She was truly beautiful, with long blonde curls and cheekbones any model would be proud of. Her breasts strained for escape against the knit fabric of the tank, and from the tiny tents her nipples made there was no layer underneath. She was wearing simple but tall black heels and on the back of one very tan thigh I could see a tattoo of a dove. I wondered what other ink she might have waiting under her skimpy outfit.

She was locked in a passionate kiss with one of the guys, who in turn had one hand up under her skirt holding her ass. The other guy was watching them, shirtless, sipping a beer, and slowly rubbing himself through his jeans.

I took a beer from the ice chest and twisted the top off. I went back into the living room and joined the other three guys.

"Is that her?" I asked.

"I guess so," said one of the guys on the couch.

"Hot," I said.

***

The Rules

1. No means no. Stop means stop.

2. The safe word is "Kangaroo." If Christine says the safe word, or makes a peace sign with either hand, everything stops immediately. You all get dressed and leave.

3. If Christine safewords out because you hurt her, you won't be invited back and Edgar will hold you while Adam repeats whatever you did on your person. Pain is okay as long as Christine likes it - but be careful that she likes it.

4. If Christine says you're out, you leave.

5. If Adam says you're out, you leave.

6. If you don't have your STD test form and waiver, you leave.

7. Don't rub off your number. We won't remember your name (nothing personal).

8. Everything we're doing here is legal. Edgar is off-duty LAPD. Edgar does not play the game. The second Adam or Christine says you're no longer welcome, you're trespassing and Edgar can and will arrest you.

Those are the shitty rules. Here are the fun rules:

1. Christine is yours to use. All of her.

2. Where you put your jizz is completely up to you. Everyone is tested, birth control is not an issue. Ejaculating gets you one point. Ejaculating the second time gets you two points, etc.

3. When Christine has an orgasm, everyone who's inside her at the time gets one point.

4. When Christine has an orgasm and you're the only one inside her, you get two points.

5. When Christine says "now" you have sixty seconds to come or you move to the back of the line.

6. Adam can tap in whenever he wants. If he does, the guy he replaces gets a point.

7. The game lasts three hours. Time is kept by Edgar.

8. At the end of the evening the guy with the most points gets one hour alone with Christine in the Post room.

Follow the rules and have fun!

***

Oh shit, she's about to come again. Maybe I can... Oh great: that motherfucker Three just took her mouth. That's okay - I can tell she doesn't like him much. She won't let him come in her.

There she goes. Fuck she is sexy when she orgasms. Edgar is marking a point for Four and Three now. Aw, FUCK! Four just pulled out and came all over her ass. That gives him... FIVE. Shit.

***

"What's the Post room?" I ask after reading the sheet that was handed to me, initialing it, and passing it on to the next guy.

"No clue. Ask Adam I guess."

"Which one is Adam?" I look around the living area and into the next room.

"The only one without a number, genius."

Edgar had told us to remove our shirts and used a jumbo permanent marker to write a large number on each of us, on the back of our right shoulder and above our left pec. I was four. It was obvious who Edgar was: the enormous black man in the tight black T-shirt and black cargo pants.

I looked around the room again. One, Two, and Three were the others with me. I went back into the kitchen area. Five was there and Edgar was currently marking a large "6" on a scrawny pale goth type in black skinny jeans. That left one guy: the one who'd been rubbing himself while Christine made out earlier with Five.

Adam was a Greek god. He was about 5'10", tan and fit, with black hair and a squared jaw. I could see that he still had an erection inside his jeans and he looked huge. I wondered if this was more his kink than Christine's because I couldn't imagine that she would need any of the rest of us when she had him in her stable 24x7.

"Adam?" I asked.

"Yeah?" He turned, wearing a half-smile.

"Hey! I'm Mike," I said, extending my hand as I approached him. He didn't make a move.

"Dude. No," he said, but the smile didn't fade.

"Right. Sorry," I said, lowering my hand to wipe it on my jeans. "Hey, a couple of us were wondering what the Post room is."

"I forgot we had some first-timers tonight," he said. "First timers!" he yelled into the other room. "Come with me!" He strode out of the dining area down a hall.

Three of us, me, Two and Three, stopped with Adam at the last door on the right of the hall. 

"This is the Post room," he said. "This is why we're here. When you are in the Post room, there is no safe word, there are no rules, and Edgar leaves the house. You can literally do whatever you want."

"Heh, I bet you guys have some fun in there, right?" said Three as he elbowed me. I could tell that we weren't going to get along.

"Occasionally, yes, but just like you I can only go into the room if I win. That's the game. And, I might add, it's been a while for me..." He turned the knob and swung open the door. An array of track lights around the perimiter of the room lit automatically.

There were a total of six floor-to-ceiling 4x4 posts in the room. Four of them were at the four corners of a normal looking twin bed on one side of the room. There were large eyebolts in each one just above the level of the mattress with a long 1" thick leather strap attached to each one. About four feet above the mattress was another set of eyebolts and straps.

The other two posts were on the near side of the room, about six feet apart from one another. Like the bed posts they also had two sets of eyebolts and leather straps, one at floor level and one just above head level. One of these also had a large hook on each of the four sides about five feet up. The other had an enormous black dong mounted three feet off the floor, pointed toward the bed.

On the wall above the bed was a pegboard with an impressive array of sex tools. Clamps, dongs of all shapes and sizes, a classic Hitachi vibe, a set of chains with rings every foot or so, a riding crop, a cat-o-nine tails, and some spiked drum shaped device along with several others I had never seen.

"That's the Post room," Adam said. He looked thoughtful for a moment. "No matter what happens tonight, Christine gets to spend an hour in there. With somebody."

***

When we got back to the living room I realized that there was not going to be an opening bell or gun to kick off this contest. Christine was on her back on a large coffee table/ottoman in the center of the room. Her legs were spread, her bare pussy just at the edge of the padded surface. If she had ever had panties on they were long gone. To my surprise, she actually had a thick carpet of pubic hair, but everything below the level of her clit was shaved bare.

The guy she had been making out with in the kitchen, Five, was on his knees fucking her. He had one of her big tits in his right hand, and his left thumb was on her clit, his fingers entwined in her pubic hair. Christine's head was back, her eyes closed, her hands above her head holding on to the other end of the large ottoman.

Suddenly she tensed, her mouth forming a perfect "O". Then she let out a little yelp and one hand flew to Five's chest, raking across the number on his muscled chest. He grunted and slammed into her once, twice, then held her hips tight against him as he emptied himself into her pussy.

He withdrew from her, his thick uncut cock slick with his cum and her orgasm. He walked calmly to the dining room. I heard a rattle of ice and a "fisss!" as he opened a beer.

Edgar walked to a whiteboard near the front door and marked three hash marks "III" in the box next to the number five.

***

Yes! Two's going to make her come again. His cock is really big and she likes it up the ass. I'm not really close but I don't have to go anywhere either. She can't say "now!" with my cock in her mouth.

That star tat in the middle of her back is fucking hot. I'm going to try to hit it with jizz later. Two is really giving it to her hard. There she goes, reaching under. My gosh her ass is tight when she tenses up like that.

What is that she's doing with her tongue? I thought it was too soon for me to come again, but damn! She's coming now and it feels like she's turning my cock inside out. I'm about to ... yes, oh fuck yes.

***

All of us were a little stunned except Adam, who walked right up to her, unzipping his pants to let his enormous cock spill out. He took Two's place immediately, and I could see Adam's cock coated with leftover jizz as he started to move in and out.

Christine shuddered and let out another little scream. She grabbed her huge tits through her tank top and squeezed them together as her exhales became slow moans. 

"That counts," Adam said, turning toward Edgar. Edgar looked at Christine and she exhaled deeply and noded. Edgar walked to the board and marked "II" next to Adam's name.

The rest of us wasted no time shedding the remainder of our clothes. Somehow Goth number Six was fastest, and as he arrived at the other end of the ottoman Christine turned her head and took his slender pink cock into her mouth.

Adam began to piston into her faster and faster and I could see droplets of Five's cum and her juices spattering both of their tan and taut abdomens. Christine raised her legs until her knees were at the level of her hips and suddenly I was overtaken by the sheer beauty of the their bodies as they fucked. They were both god-like - two of the most attractive people I had ever met. Here they were fucking in front of me as I took my hard cock in my hands. Unconsciously I drew closer to them, fascinated and completely turned on.

Adam withdrew suddenly and gripped his huge cock with his right hand. A stream of thick cum erupted from his head and splashed across her thick bush. I was completely transfixed by their taut tan bodies, by the sheer sexual power in the room. I had just begun to stroke myself, but a swell in my balls let me know I was past the point of no return. My ass clenched, my core became rock hard, and a rope of jizz flew from my cock and sprayed over Christine's tan abs, her bush, and Adam's cock. 

He looked up at me quizzically. I grinned. Edgar went to the board and marked another "I" next to both my number Four and Adam's name.

***

Adam, Five, and me were in the kitchen, sipping our beers. From the other room we could hear the myriad of sex sounds: slurps, smacks, groans and splashes, but we were in no shape to return to the action just yet.

"So how long have you been... you know?" I asked.

"Since we met," Adam said.

"How does that work?" I said. "I mean, how does something like this come up in conversation?" I was truly curious.

"You don't get it," he said. "This is how I met Christine. At one of her games."

My awkward speechlessness was eased by another loud scream from the other room, then a chorus of grunts from two or maybe three of the others. We could hear the cap come off of Edgar's pen and several strokes on the whiteboard.

"Fuck," Adam said, and strode back to the living room.

***

I've got this! She could come at any moment and I'm close again. If Adam taps me out I get a point and go ahead, and if she comes now that's another point. 

Her asshole is so tight. I'm glad I came once without touching her, because if I'd been in this ass the first time nothing else would have felt nearly as good. I'd have finished the night with my one happy point.

I'm so close... Oh shit, there goes One in her mouth. And Adam is waiting...

***

After two and a half hours, Christine was coated in semen. Her pussy lips were swollen and pink, and half-dried jizz matted her thick golden bush. It had been about an hour since anyone had gotten a point from making her orgasm, and she seemed to be in a kind of oversexed haze.

I was fucking her slowly up her ass, my eyes fixed on the star tattoo centered in her back. Adam and I were tied for first place - eight points each. He had just come in her mouth, though, and was hanging back.

Three of our competitors had given up and left the house. One was still here, and the scrawny Six was like a machine. Even though he'd only come once, he'd managed to stay in the running by somehow always being hard and in one of her holes while she orgasmed.

I pulled my dick out of her ass with a faint "pop" and decided to take a chance. So far, Christine had only been fucked and fingered. As far as I knew no one had tried cunnilingus on her. I bent down and buried my face in her well-used snatch, my nose parting the asshole my cock had just been spreading. She responded immediately, seeming to wake up from a sex fatigue dolor.

My chin and nose coated with my fellow competitors' jizz, I worked her hard and raised up as I felt her orgasm begin to build. As I licked her swollen lips I felt something brush my ear. I looked up and it was Adam, entering her ass where my cock had just been. How he was hard again so quickly I had no idea. Part of me was pissed off, but I couldn't stop eating her perfectly smooth pussy as he pumped her asshole. She tensed, and a huge gob of anonymous semen shot out of her pussy and onto my face as one last orgasm racked her perfect body. Adam's balls brushed my cheek again as he unbelievably filled her asshole with cum.

"Time!" called Edgar, as he marked Adam's winning points on the board. Christine crawled up into a crouch, and looked over at the whiteboard to see the tally.

"Wow," I said to Adam. "Nice move there at the end. You've got some kind of stamina."

He grinned, stood, and took Christine's hand, helping her to stand on her wobbly legs. He led her across to the hall, toward the Post room and his just reward.

I started to look around the room for my jeans when I heard Christine say "Hey! Four!"

I looked up, surprised.

"You're coming too," she said, and followed Adam through the door to the Post room.



The Game



'Am I awake, or am I sleeping. I can't move... And, where am I?'

I became suddenly aware that I was finally awake, but what happened?

I find myself naked, gagged and blindfolded. I am strapped facing a device of some sort, in the form of a large 'X' leaning slightly forward; my hands spread and strapped above my head, and my legs spread and strapped. There are small clamps with weights attached to my nipples. My cock is erect and throbbing and sticking through the bottom of the 'X', and it feels like someone is stroking my balls with a feather.

'This is oddly familiar... I 'had' this dream... but who would know? Who did I tell?'

Now, I remember...

She may be middle aged, but she has a hot little body a thirty year old would die for. Her breasts are firm and perky, and she constantly teases me by going bra-less. Sometime, when it is just her and I, we tell each other our dreams and fantasies. Sometimes, it feels like we cross some invisible line, but who cares?

"Are you awake Slut?" a female voice whispered in my ear. "Nod if you understand me". I nodded. "Good. Now, you will be punished by me for sharing your fantasies with me. You are such a dirty boy... I am going to make you my own little Slut."

A shiver went through my body as she stopped using the feather on me. I knew what I was in for, and couldn't do anything about it.

"You will only feel a pinch, and then you will feel my paddle on you" she whispered. With that comment I felt her moving closer to me, her hand on my leg, moving slowly up to my thigh...closer to my crotch...she touched the underside of my balls...slid her finger up higher...but wait...not there...to my ass...ahhhhAHHH

She shoved one of her unlubed fingers into my ass.

"Does my little slut like having his ass invaded by my unlubed finger? Does it hurt? I bet it does. But I also bet that's why you like it!" Damn her. She knew me too well...it did hurt but I liked it. 

She began to rub her fingers over my asshole, I anticipated one or more of them to enter my ass, but they never came.

"Oh I think this is going to hurt you, but oh well, you want it that way," she simply stated.

I could feel one of her hands on my right ass cheek, spreading it, and I felt the butt plug press up against my ass.

"Push your fucking ass back against the plug. Do it now or I will shove my entire fist dry right up your ass." Realizing she was serious, I reluctantly began to move my ass back against her plug. I felt it pressing right against my hole. Her right hand now went on my lower back, making sure I was pressing back to her, and she held me firmly.

She stopped and started to slide a large plug in my hole. "Relax", she said. "If you obey it won't hurt as much." I relaxed, and she teased my ass, sliding the plug half way in, then out, then a little deeper, and out. This was driving my prostate wild with excitement, and I could feel my precum dripping from my rock hard cock. Then, with one swift stroke, she inserted it all the way in. It felt so full and good. My hole relaxed, as I played with the plug with my ass muscles. "You are a little Slut, aren't you?". I nodded...

Tap Tap Tap. She started softly hitting my cheeks with her paddle. It felt hard, like wood. "I want to get your ass-cheeks nice and red Slut... and you better stay hard for me." WHACK! She hit me again, this time much harder than before. "Do you understand me?" she asked, as she hit me again. WHACK! WHACK! "Nod if you understand me Slut, and don't make me ask you again". I nodded quickly. "Good boy", she said. WHACK!

"Mmmmm look at that tasty precum" she said. "Let me have a taste." I could feel her hands on my throbbing ass cheeks as she bent down closer to my cock. She grabbed my cock from between my legs and pulled it back. She rubbed her hand down the length of my shaft, as if to empty what was inside. "mmm Slut, you are tasty" as the sound of her licking and sucking her fingers echoed in the room. "Here, you taste and lick your precum for me" she said, undoing the gag. "Lick", as she shoved her cum soaked fingers into my mouth. I eagerly licked her fingers clean. "Good boy. Let's see how you do with my dildo".

She turned my head to the side and pulled my jaw down. "Suck on my cock Slut before I use it on your ass" she said as she slid the tip of the dildo on my lips and into my mouth. I sucked and teased the dildo with my tongue as she pumped it in and out of my mouth. "Good, now's it's nice and wet. Let me attach it to my harness" she said, as she pulled the plug out of my ass. I moaned as she manoeuvred the head of the dildo up and down my crack and hole. "Are you ready Slut?" she asked. "Are you ready for me to fuck you? Is this what you want?"

"Yes..." I whimpered. "Yes Mistress".

And with that she slid the head of the dildo into my hole and stopped half way. "oh my, your ass looks good with my cock in it" she said. "Further now, slowly..." as she slid the 8" long and thick dildo fully into my ass. She let it sit there as she reached around my chest and pulled on the nipple weights. "I almost forgot about these" she giggled. My nipples felt huge as she pulled on them. 

She pulled out the dildo half way, and back in again, quicker than before. She moved her hips from side to side, which moved the dildo side to side in my ass. She put her hands back on my hips as she pulled the dildo almost all the way out, with just the head in my ass. "Now push your hips and ass back to show me you want it, and not just straight back. Go slow, and move your hips in a figure 8".

I pushed back against her hands and I could feel the dildo inching forward. I moved and circled my hips and as I did, and the bigger the movements, the deeper she pushed the dildo into me. Then she pulled it out and started again, faster, as if she was timed to the movement of my hips. Deeper and harder she went, as I gasped and moaned without control. My dripping and throbbing cock felt huge and laboured, and I felt like I could explode at any moment.

She sensed this and stopped. "I don't want you to release Slut, not yet." She pulled the dildo out of my ass, and I could hear here unstrapping herself from it. I could hear some rattle of chains and buckles as I await for my next lesson.

She put a leather collar around my neck "so you don't get any ideas of running away" she whispered, and with that, she hit my ass hard with a paddle. I moaned as she unclasped my ankles and wrists. She tuned me around and pulled me by my cock to what felt like a low table as wide as my hips. My head and neck rested on a much narrower part of the table. She chained my collar down on both sides and chained my wrists down so that my arms lay at my sides. She spread my outstretched legs and clamped my ankles to either end of a spreader bar. As I lay naked, and hard, she roughly took my nipples clamps off, and swatted me with her paddle on my cock. "Attention please!" she commanded.

She started to play with my cock with her gloved hands, stroking the length of it slowly working the precum in. She straddled my face, and I could feel and smell her wetness forced onto me as she continued to stroke. "I want your cock inside me, but do not cum, do not my any means until I say so, do you understand me?" she asked. I nodded.

She moved down to my cock and positioned my cock between her lips, and she rubbed my tip on her clit. Then, as she did with the dildo in my ass, she slid her pussy, slowly down on my cock, entering her, and I could feel her surround my head and shaft. Slowly she lowered herself, until I was completely inside her.

Then slowly she rode the full length of my cock, with her hips moving back and forth and side to side... Faster and harder she went. Oh how I wanted to cum, but resisted. "Are you ready to cum deep inside me Slut at my command?" "Yes!" I answered. "Are you ready now?" "Yes!".

"Explode in me NOW!" she screamed as she pounded my cock with intensity. I moaned loudly as I emptied inside of her, as she relentlessly pumped my throbbing cock. "Now you must feed on my pussy" she whispered. 

She moved back to straddling my face and head as she lowered her swollen and cum soaked pussy onto my chin, lips, mouth and tongue. My nose teased her ass as she pushed down harder, smothering me. "Lick, and lick hard Slut, and maybe I will let you breathe". 

I licked and sucked and swallowed the juices that flowed from her lips, and licked and nibbled and sucked her clit. "That's it Slut, don't stop. Don't you dare stop..." Her voice drifted off as she slid wildly on my face. "Now..." she said, as more juices flowed from her swollen pussy. I could feel every contraction of her orgasm, as I licked and sucked her slowly, cleaning her of her juices.

She unmounted me slowly, uncuffed my wrists and ankles, and took the collar off and pulled me up into a seated position, and offered me one of her pert nipples in my mouth as I eagerly suckled it. She slid my blindfold off and turned my head up to hers, and she kissed me.



The Game



DISCLAIMER / CONTENT WARNING: This is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. All characters herein are the creations of the author, and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely coincidental. 

To put it mildly, this work is not intended for consumption by minors and may contain graphic depictions of non-consensual sex and other nasty behaviours. This story is fantasy only. The author does not encourage or condone the hateful and potentially criminal things that are done to women in this story. The activities performed in this fictional work should never be inflicted on people in the real world. 

Also, be warned that the story touches on some darker themes of drug addiction, violence and abuse underpinning (though mostly not appearing directly in) the main action.

Preface: This was originally written as the opener of a sequence of stories outlining the career of a strange kind of gigolo, a "ravisher-for-hire," as told in sessions with a prison psychiatrist who quickly finds herself more than just fascinated by her subject. I find it works almost as well as a stand-alone, though, so further stories may or may not materialize depending on the dictates of time and inspiration. In the meantime, enjoy.





The Game



"Just include whatever details are most important to you, to your perspective."

"Got it." He lay back, putting his arms behind his head now as if he were a man lounging on a beach instead of spilling his guts in a shrink's office. "Yeah, Gorgeous lived up to her name. She was a white girl, she had really smooth, almost but not quite olive-toned skin... I'm not sure how to describe it, it was the kind of this coffee-cream colored skin where looking at her you just knew she'd tan beautifully if she wanted to, like she had just a touch of something darker somewhere in her family tree." He was smiling now. "In everything else... she actually had all the features of a truly fine Black woman, like she was a bold soul sister who'd been given a coat of Caucasian paint. I think her family were originally Creoles from Haiti or something. She had this big, beautiful ass – er, is it okay if I say ass?"

"Say whatever comes naturally, Dick." Naomi kept her voice neutral, but her eyes were riveted to the lump in his trousers. It was growing. Wow, that's... getting really big...

"Right, thanks. So, she was petite – like about three inches shorter than you, I'd say, just a tiny little thing – and she had this cute little snub nose and these really full, pouty lips, and her eyes were this really vivid blue like the water in the Caribbean, and her hair was really frizzy and curly if she let it grow out... which she hated and she hated straightening it even worse, that's why she kept it short, just this side of shaved, really. But it was blonde, and I don't mean bottle blonde, the carpets matched the drapes if you... well, if you know what I mean." He gave a little, not-quite-embarrassed cough and then went on: "Though she started shaving down there after we started dating... well, I'll get to that. She had pretty great tits, too, C-cups at least, but like I said it was her ass that caught so much attention. She had a really narrow waist but she had this caboose that was pretty much Kim Kardashian thick, her hip measurements must have been forty if they were an inch."

"Really." Naomi's pencil had stopped moving. 

"Oh, it was something else. And Gorgeous dressed to show it off, too, and I mean extra-slutty. She actually got off on looking like a whore, and that was her word. Tiny little plaid skirts, leopard-print mini-dresses, hot pants, leather or latex mini-skirts... you name it, anything she wore would be just struggling to cover that ass." He shook his head admiringly at the memory. "Never seen anything quite like it. She didn't wear much else either – I mean, she had rings and necklaces galore and leather cuffs and more pairs of high-heeled pumps than Imelda Marcos, but other than that she liked to keep it really trashy and barely-there. She had lots of fishnet stockings, all of them deliberately ripped somewhere or other, and she had lots of thongs, I don't think I ever saw her wear any other kind of underwear. And I don't think there was a single blouse or full-length tee in her whole wardrobe, it was all tube tops and tanks and bikini tops, and that was if she wore a top at all – she had this little black leather bolero jacket, and more than a few times she'd just put some duct tape over her nipples and throw that on over top."

His hard-on was at full extension now, clearly visible through his trousers and eleven inches in length at least. Naomi bit her lip and recrossed her legs, unable to tear her eyes away from it as she said: "Please, uh, go on, Dick."

"Oh, and she had this great ink, too." Dick smiled, clearly picturing it. "Tats were really getting to be a bigger, more mainstream thing by then, and Gorgeous liked the Maori tribal patterns. Got a half-sleeve on her left arm and a pattern around her right bicep and one of those tribal 'tramp stamps' on the small of her back. And she had this little piercing in her belly button, and a butterfly tattoo around it. And like a lot of people then she had a little stud in one nostril and she had her tongue pierced, too, she kept one of those little barbells in it. Wasn't partial to those earlobe plugs, though, she loved these huge, really ghetto hoop earrings. She used to say 'the bigger the hoop, the bigger the ho,' and she was only half-joking." He sighed, then laughed a little. "Damn, I'm amazed I can remember her in this much detail."

"She was important to you." Naomi was hoping to divert him onto a less sensual train of thought, so that she wouldn't have to stare at that turgid anaconda tenting his pants. She crossed her legs again. "Wasn't she?"

"Well, yeah, but our relationship was... let's say dysfunctional." His expression grew more undreadable. "You've got to understand that in the scene we were in, the club skanks were mostly performing in the hopes of hooking a man. They'd talk a big game about being nymphos and exhibitionists and what-not, and push come to shove a lot of them would go the extra mile, but you could tell they didn't really enjoy it. Most of them obviously didn't much care for sex, or even for men, and they had to get sideways drunk just to suck a dick. Gorgeous was the first real nymphomaniac I ever met." He licked his lips. "I knew it the first time I saw her. I was in the pub on a Sunday, one of our regular watering-holes, waiting for a couple of buddies who'd said they were going to meet me for lunch. They were three hours late, and it was Gorgeous – who had just become one my friends' latest girlfriend – who wound up finding me. When she introduced herself and shook my hand, she was looking me over and there was this glint of just... total craziness in her eyes. Hunger."

"She was a sex addict?"

"Was she ever." He was not smiling fondly, now. "The thing about sex addicts is that pimps and pornographers love them, but living with them or trying to do normal, everyday things when they're around is something else again. And you never really want to date one. My friend found that out that day... which I'm not proud of, but there it is." He grimaced. "I was pissed at him for keeping me waiting, and I thought to myself well, fuck that guy. And I decided to take advantage of that look I saw in George's eyes. It wasn't half an hour after we'd all sat down with our beers that she got up to go the ladies' room and gave me this kind of meaningful look – she was also a cokehead, like our whole scene was at that time, and knew from my friend that I was a dealer – and said she was off to powder her nose. She was wearing in this little red plaid skirt that might as well have been a belt, and a white tube top and her bolero jacket, and every head in our section of the bar turned to watch her go flouncing out. She loved having that effect."

"And what did you do?"

"I waited as long as I could half-decently restrain myself... which I think was about two minutes, maybe less. Then I followed her." 

"And... what happened then?"

The massive lump in his trousers twitched visibly. "I was so goddamned horny that I walked right into the women's bathroom without thinking twice, and luckily she was alone, pretending to fix her makeup in one of the mirrors. She came right out told me wanted to score some coke, and said she didn't have any cash... maybe she was even telling the truth. So I told her I'd give her a half gram for a blowjob." His eyes were far away in memory. "I barely got the words out before she was pulling me into a stall and dropping to her knees. My cock was already rock hard when she pulled it out and went to town on it... God, her technique was fucking amazing. She swirled her tongue around the head, planted little kisses all over it all the way down to the balls, then kissed her way back up and just opened her mouth and swallowed it right down to the root with the practice of a bitch who'd done a fuck ton of deepthroating... it felt incredible." 

Naomi swallowed as she watched him begin to absent-mindedly rub the length of his massive tubesteak with one hand. The graphic detail of his narration made her squirm and cross her legs again as her pussy got hotter and wetter underneath her flimsy panties, but she couldn't think of a way to derail him. His deep voice and the twitching of his prodigious prick were mesmerizing, and she gradually forgot even to make the obligatory nudging interjections as he laid out the panorama of his perverted relationship with Gorgeous George for her mind's eye.

"She gave me the wettest, sloppiest, loudest suck job I'd ever had in my life to that point," he continued. "In the brief moments when she wasn't slobbering and spitting on my cock or trying to force it all the way down her throat, she was talking dirty about what a nasty little white slut she was and how she loved sucking my big black dick and wanted to swallow all my hot spunk. She was fingering herself hard while she did it, and I could remember hearing how wet she was, that slick squelching sound of her fingers fucking her cooze. I felt like I was dreaming." He shook his head wonderingly. "I remember hearing other girls starting to come into the restroom, could hear them commenting on and tittering about the loud sounds of someone getting sloppy head, but Gorgeous didn't let up. If anything, having an audience only made her talk even filthier and slobber and gurgle and swallow around my meat even louder.

"It only took a couple more minutes after that before I lost control and just grabbed her head and started fucking her throat. A couple dozen thrusts later I was pulling out and nutting all over that hot little bitch's face and tongue as she looked up at me with those crazy blue eyes and squirted out a big puddle of pussy juice all over the floor. She caught about half my load in her mouth and played with it there, swishing it around and gargling it as she used a finger to scrape as much of the jizz dripping down her chin and splattered all over her face as she could get... then she swallowed it all and said in this little-girl voice, 'Yummy. Did I suck you good, Daddy?'" 

He smiled now. "From that time onward, 'Daddy' was the only name she ever called me, and my cock started getting hard again right then. So I told her she'd done just fine, but that we'd have to go out to my car to get the coke. Partly I told her that because I could hear the gathering volume of the awkward tittering and commentary from more and more girls outside, and the part of my brain that was still functioning told me that the bar would be buzzing about what was happening in the women's in the next thirty seconds, and I wasn't pissed enough at my erstwhile buddy to want to wind up in a fistfight with him. Gorgeous took no convincing at all to get out to my car, in fact I sensed it was what she'd been after all along.

"I did give her the coke there, I was as good as my word. And as we drove back to my place she did a big line of it off my dick and then sucked me off again, damn near made me crash the car but it would've been a great way to go out. Then we got there and spent the next twenty-four hours getting high and fucking like rabbits in every position we could think of and a few that neither of us had tried before. And that was the beginning. From that point on, she was my girl... at least as much as she was capable of being any one man's girl."

Naomi was so caught up that it took her a moment to realize he'd stopped talking. Finally, a question occurred to her: "I thought you said it all started with a game."

"Indeed it did." He nodded. "The game was called 'Please don't.' We started playing it about a month after we first hooked up. It was Gorgeous' favorite. The way it came about was... well..."





The Game



"We kept it relatively normal for a while, just chatting with some acquaintances and drinking. But Gorgeous kept pulling my hand down to her ass – not that it needed much encouragement – and giving me these smoldering looks whose meaning I knew all too well. Eventually she leaned over and whispered in my ear: 'I don't mind if you feel up my ass, Daddy... but please don't drag me into a bathroom stall. Only bad girls get fucked in the bathroom, Daddy.'

"A vivid memory of our first meeting came back to me, and I damn near jizzed in my pants right there. I stood right up and promptly dragged her by the collar into the women's bathroom, and we commenced to playing a particularly wild game of 'please don't' that started out with my alternately fucking her throat and slapping her and calling her a filthy whore, and ended with me stuffing her butt plug in her mouth and ravaging her asshole while ramming four fingers in her snatch and repeatedly dunking her head in the toilet – breath play and water bondage had recently become part of our sexual repertoire. When I emptied my balls up her poop chute and felt her pussy explode around my fingers, I got this incredible endorphin surge that made my whole body just feel like I was about to sever the bonds of gravity and fly. It was definitely the filthiest, craziest, nastiest sex we'd ever had in public before. It was our Masterpiece Theatre of smuttiness.

"What we didn't realize is that there was a girl in the stall next to us, one who didn't know us. And for all she knew, she was listening to a real rape. She'd sat huddled on the top of the toilet in her stall, not sure what to do at first but finally deciding to dial the cops on her cell phone. And so it was that just as I fired the last bullet of my spunk up Gorgeous' ass and felt that endorphin high hit me, someone was kicking in the door of the stall and a moment later, tackling me. I was getting arrested."





The Game



"We're going out with the Kennisons," Kelly's mother called up the stairs. "They said you should head over to their cottage. Their son Liam is having a few friends over."

"Um, I think I'll just stay here," Kelly called back.

There was a silence that Kelly did not like. 

"Could you come down here for a minute?" her mother asked.

Kelly sighed and got off her bed. Her parents were standing by the front door when she came down.

"What?" she asked, though she thought she knew.

"Listen, we're here for two weeks and we're going to have fun. No mopping."

"I'm not mopping," Kelly interrupted.

"Don't interrupt your mother," her father said. 

Kelly had to struggle to not roll her eyes. 

"We want you to get out, get to know some of the other kids here. This is a great opportunity to do just that. The Kennisons seem like really nice people and it would be impolite to just ignore the invitation."

Kelly nodded.

"Does that mean that you'll go?"

"Yes," Kelly said.

"Good," her father said.

They all stood there looking at each other.

"Well go ahead," her father said.

"I need to change," Kelly said looking imploringly at her mother.

Her parent's exchanged a look. 

"Fine, but we expect you to go over to the Kennison's," her mother said.

"I will," Kelly said, again.

She went slowly back up the stairs. In her room she pulled on a pair of shorts that she thought made her ass look good and a tank top that accentuated her waist, though she wasn't sure why she cared. Even if she got to know these kids, it would only be for two weeks and then they'd be headed back to Iowa. She checked herself in the mirror. The zit on her chin was only a shadow of its former self, she dab on a little extra makeup and banished it altogether. She flicked her thick brown hair over her shoulder. It would do.

Slowly she headed back down the stairs. She had to go, but she didn't have to hurry. The sun was low in the sky over the ocean and there was a nice cool breeze off the water. She almost wished she worn jeans instead. Kelly had never seen the ocean before and she loved it. She stood for a minute listening to the sound of the surf on the beach below. A few young kids were still frolic in the waves, but for the most part it was quiet. She wished she could just go walk along the beach by herself. She didn't want to meet new people, but she'd promised. 

She turned and headed toward the Kennison's cabin. When she reached the front door she paused. She hated this part, hated knocking on doors. What if Liam didn't really want her there? What if...? She bit her lip and knocked.

The door opened quicker than she'd expected. 

Whoa. The guy standing in front of her was hot: dark and hot. She'd only seen people who looked like that on TV. 

The guy smiled at her, white teeth against his dark skin. "Hey, you must be Kelly." He held out his hand. 

"Uh hi, you must be Liam," Kelly said and hoped her hand wasn't all sweaty.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming," Liam said. "Come on in, the others are already here."

He led the way into the cottages. It was bigger, and nicer, than the one Kelly's parents had rented.

"We're in the basement."

Kelly could hear voices as the descended the stairs. There were three people sitting in couches and chairs. 

"This is Annie, Darrin and Sandi," Liam said, pointing to each of them. "This is Kelly, she's from Iowa and we're supposed to show her a good time."

"A good time?" Sandi asked. She was blond and curvy and had a confident, knowing look. Kelly immediately felt ill at ease.

"We can do that," Darrin said. 

"Come sit on the couch," Annie said. She at least seemed nice. 

Kelly sat.

"So where do you go to college?" Darrin asked.

"I start at Iowa State in the fall," Kelly said. She felt like her even voice sounded small. "And you?"

"I'll be a sophomore at Umass," Darrin said.

"Well isn't this exciting," Sandi said. "If this is what were going to do all night, I can think of a million other places I can be."

"Cards," Liam said.

"Cards?" Sandi asked.

"Let's play cards."

"What? Like Old Maid?" Sandi asked. 

Liam shrugged.

"How about poker?" Kelly said, surprising herself.

"Poker. Now there's an idea," Sandi said. "What kind?"

"Texas hold 'em," Kelly said. It was a game she knew how to play.

"Get the cards," Sandi said.

Liam went up stairs and came back with a deck of cards and a bottle of whisky.

"Poker calls for whisky," he said putting the bottle down on the coffee table.

"We'll need some glasses." Annie said.

"Right, someone deal while I go get some," Liam said.

Kelly picked up the deck and began to shuffle. She wasn't so sure about the whisky, but she liked poker. 

They played with pennies for the first four rounds and Kelly won three of out of the four.

"New rules," Sandi said. "Lowest hand has to do a shot."

"Really?" Annie asked and Kelly was glad she'd said something.

"Yeah, this is boring," Sandi said.

Liam looked around the table. "How about strip poker instead?" 

Kelly felt trapped, drink or strip those were her choices?

"Ooo, I like the way you think," Sandi said.

"I'd rather strip than drink," Annie said.

Kelly wasn't too sure, but she'd done well so far. Based on the first round she wouldn't loose her clothes first, and the game might not go on much after the first person lost something important. 

"Ok," she said. 

"Everyone has to do a shot first though," Sandi said.

Kelly looked at Annie hoping she would object, but Annie just shrugged. 

Liam poured them each a shot and they drank. The liquor burned going down Kelly's throat and made her stomach feel hot and uncomfortable. Then Liam filled their glasses again. Kelly was afraid they were going to have to drink more, but he just put the bottle down and began to shuffle the cards.

To her chagrin, Kelly lost the first hand. She kicked off her flip-flops.

Sandi lost the next round and did the same. 

Kelly lost again and removed her belt. The mood around the table was intense.

"That doesn't count," Sandi said.

"Sure it does," Annie said. "If you're wearing something it counts."

"Not jewelry," Darrin said.

"Obviously," Annie said.

"Ok, belts count," Sandi said.

Sandi lost the next two hands. On the second she had to remove her shirt. She reached down and pulled her tank top over her head without a moment's hesitation. She was wearing a lacy red bra that looked like it was at least one size too small for her ample breasts. She smiled around the table and pushed boobs together and tilted her head a bit.

"Like 'em?" She asked.

No one said anything, but Darrin and Liam seemed to have trouble getting their eyes back to their cards.

Liam lost the next hand and removed he sandals.

It was Sandi's turn to deal. 

Kelly picked up her cards and scanned them: a pair of sixes. That wasn't bad. It was just a game she told herself. She glanced around the table. Sandi was staring expressionlessly at her own cards. Liam looked like he was trying to holding his face ridged. Kelly glanced at Annie and Darrin they hadn't lost yet. If Kelly lost this hand her shirt was next. She took a deep breath and took a gulp of her whisky, hoping the alcohol would loosen her inhibitions. So far it hadn't helped. She looked at Sandi again in her lacy red bra. Kelly wished she had chosen her underwear more carefully, but then she hadn't expected anyone to see them.

Kelly laid down her cards and. scanned the other hands. Crap. She had the low hand again. 

"Shirt," Sandi said.

Kelly swallowed hard and slowly, self consciously, removed her shirt. She knew her nipples, hard and erect, showed clearly through the shear material. How had she let herself get into this? She tried to hide from the boy's obvious stares by hunching her shoulders and holding her cards in front of her. She thought her breasts were no smaller than Sandi's and with a nicer shape. Still, she hoped that she would not have to take off her bra first.

"Who wants another drink?" Liam asked. 

"Me, of course," Sandi said handing him her empty glass. She smiled around the table. Kelly both hated and admired her for her confidence. 

"I guess," Annie said, draining her glass pushing it across the table. 

Darrin drained his glass a put it on the table. 

They all looked at her. 

"How about you?" Liam asked, the bottle hovering dangerously over her glass. Kelly nodded, though she wasn't sure if she should. She didn't usually drink, but she was afraid to refuse. She didn't want her new friends to think she was a lightweight.

"So where are you from again?" Sandi asked her.

"Iowa," Kelly replied. Hadn't she said that before? 

"Seems like a long way to come just to go to the ocean," Darrin said as he dealt the next hand.

"There's no ocean close to Iowa," Kelly said.

"True, there's no nothing close to Iowa," Sandi said.

Kelly blushed though she wasn't sure why. Sandi was right, but hearing her say it made her mad.But instead of arguing she nodded. "That's true. That's why we came here."

"Well if you ask me, there's nothing here either," Annie said, but she smiled to show she wasn't trying to make Kelly feel bad. 

"Here's to nothing!" Liam said and raised his glass. They clinked glasses and drank. Kelly sipped instead, and to her relief she saw that Annie was doing the same. Taking a deep breath she picked up her cards.

To her relief Annie lost the next hand. 

"Pants, pants, pants, Sandi chanted.

But Annie smiled and removed her sandals. "Wish I'd worn socks," she said. 

"Socks with sandal?" Sandi asked no one in particular.

"No don't," Darrin said.

"Only if you wear Birkenstocks and live in Vermont," Liam said. He smiled at Kelly. "Vermonters are all hippies," he explained. 

Darrin dealt again. Sandi was forced to remove her jeans on the next round. She stood, unsnapped them and slowly wiggled out of them. Sandi had a great body, curvy, but tight, and made a show of it. Darrin and Liam followed her every move like cats watching a bird. She bent, showing her cleavage, picked up her pants and folded them carefully. Then she pulled her panties up a little higher and sat back down. She smiled around at the table. Kelly had the feeling that Sandi was enjoying the attention. She wished she could feel that way.

"Who's up for more," Liam asked raising the bottle. 

"Ooo, me!" Sandi said. Her cheeks were bright and eyes looked a little glassy.

Kelly looked over at Annie. Annie was eyeing her glass, which was still half full. 

"Drink up Annie," Darrin said, draining his own glass and putting it on the table. 

Annie looked up and saw Kelly staring at her. She smiled and shrugged and downed the booze.

"Your turn." Darrin said, turning to Kelly. 

"It's not so bad," Annie said reassuringly.

Kelly slowly brought the glass to her mouth and tipped it back. The scalding sensation of the liquor on her throat wasn't as bad this time.

"Alright then," Darrin said and dealt out the next hand.

Liam lost his shirt. Kelly tried hard not to stare at Liam's muscular chest, how his triceps moved when he stretched. It was making her feel hot and shivery at the same time. The buzz in her head didn't help thing much either.

On the next round Annie lost her shirt. Her breasts were smaller than Kelly and Sandi's, but she had a sexy black lace bra and you could see the muscles in her flat stomach. Kelly looked down at her own stomach, flat, but softer. She resolved to do more crunches. She sat up straighter, not wanting Liam to think she was fat. Liam. Why did she care? She looked at him again, or rather at his chest. Something stirred in her deep down and she felt her breath come on a little faster. She looked at her hand. Two Jacks. That was a good start. She discarded and picked up another Jack and felt a wave of relief.

Liam lost and stood to remove his pants. His boxers tented out slightly and he sat down looking a little red in the face. He knocked back a shot. 

"Another round," Darrin declared, his voice a little too loud. 

Sandi drained her glass and brought it down hard on the table. "Drink up ladies!"

Kelly reluctantly drained her glass. She glanced surreptitiously at Liam. He had his hand covering his crotch, but Kelly thought she could just make out the shape of his semi-erect cock through the material. Kelly felt the first moistening in her pussy. Her heart beat fast. Suddenly she wanted Liam to loose his boxers. She wanted to see his cock. Her own face felt flushed and hot. She'd never felt quite like this before. 

She wasn't a virgin. There was that one time, in the field with Averill Walker. It had been a hot sweaty struggle that ended too soon for her. It had taken some real scrubbing to get his stuff out of her hair. There had been other times after that, but just petting. She was too afraid of getting pregnant. That was before she was on the pill of course.

She lost the next hand. Shaking slightly she pulled her shorts off. Her panties, a faded gray pair, started to come off with them and everyone got a glimpse of her carefully trimmed bush. She sat down quickly conscious of the slightly cold feeling of the now damp material against her pussy. She hoped there wasn't a wet spot on them and she hoped no one had seen if there was. She wished she'd worn black panties instead.

She glanced around the table. Liam still had his hand in front of his crotch, but his erection was clearly visible. She shivered slightly and shifted uncomfortably. Her own crotch was warm and throbbing. She wanted to touch herself. God, she'd never felt the need like this before. Well that once after the field. But she hadn't, not really. The showerhead didn't really count. She swallowed hard.

Sandi was sitting up straight, legs crossed making no attempt to hide anything. Kelly looked again. Was that a shadow or could she see a stain on Sandi's red panties. She glanced up to find Sandi watching her. The other girl smiled. It was a funny smile, a knowing smile. Kelly felt her cheeks go hot and she looked away. 

She looked over at Darrin. He looked a bit drunk. He hadn't lost a stitch, but there was a suspicious bulge in his shorts. 

Annie looked red in the face and her nipples were visible through her bra. 

Darrin dealt again and lost. He smiled around at them and took off his shirt. "Since I'm so far behind, I'll loose the flip flops also."

"Ooo, big spender," Annie said.

"Hey, I didn't have to do that."

He dealt the next hand and Sandi lost. She slipped out of her bra, tossed her hair back over her shoulder, pushing her chest out. Kelly stared. They all stared. She had dark areolas and her nipples stood out like bullets. She laughed and pinched them smiling around the circle. 

"You gonna deal or what," Sandi asked.

Darrin's shut his mouth and dealt the cards. Kelly couldn't help looking at Sandi's breasts. They were nicely shaped and wobbled a bit when she moved. She looked at Kelly and raised her eyebrows and Kelly looked away, embarrassed. She picked up her hand. Two kings. She wasn't going to have to take anything off. She glanced around the table secretly hoping that Liam would lose.

When they laid their cards on the table, she saw that her wish had come true. Liam looked around a bit desperately, then slid his boxers off in a quick motion. 

"Oh come on," Sandi said. "You have to let us see, I did.

Liam looked trapped. Slowly he took his hands out of his lap. His penis stood up straight, hard and shiny. 

Sandi laughed. "Somebodies turned on."

Liam blushed and Kelly felt bad for him, but she couldn't take her eyes off his prick. The hot feeling in her pussy was stronger than ever. She put her hands in her lap; afraid her wet panties might be visible. 

"It's ok," Sandi said. "I'm turned on too, see?" and she opened her legs wide so they could all see the crotch of her panties where a small damp spot was showing. 

Liam put his hand over his cock again, but Kelly thought she could see him squeezing it slightly. Watching him made her squirm more and she allowed her finger to touch the wet material of her panties ever so lightly. The touch sent a shiver through her and she almost sighed out loud. 

Darrin dealt the cards again, and again. First Annie lost her pants, then Darrin lost his shorts. When Sandi lost again, she stood, hooked her thumb in her panties and very slowly pulled them down wriggling her hips as she did. She stood for a minute allowing them all to see her shaved Mons and her pink slit. Then she sat down. Kelly wished she was that brave, that she felt that comfortable with her body.

Annie lost her bra next. She made an awkward show of taking it off as if she were trying to imitate Sandi. Her breasts stood out, small, high and perky. She had tiny pink areola and her nipples stood at attention.

Kelly lost the next round. Slowly she reached around and undid her bra. She could feel her breasts swing free. She wanted to cover herself, but she resisted the urge. Sandi and Annie hadn't tried to hide. She looked up. Liam was staring at her. Suddenly she wanted him to see her. She took a deep breath and self-consciously pushed her hair back exposing boobs to the others. I was like a sigh went out of the room.

"Nice," Sandi said.

Kelly looked at her, but she seemed to mean it. That, and the fact that Liam couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her, made her feel a bit better. Plus, she wasn't completely naked.

Liam dealt the next hand and too her horror Kelly lost. She stared at the cards, not wanting to take off her panties. She could just do what Liam did and slide them off quick, but it was as if Sandi could read her mind. 

"You've got to stand up." 

Kelly looked around. She would have to remove her panties in front of everyone. Her glass of whisky was still half full. Quickly she down it, stood up and pulled her panties down. She did it fast not wanting anyone to see what must be a big wet blotch on the crotch of her grey panties, or the patch of hair between her legs. She could feel a string of her juices on her leg. She sat down quickly hoping no one else had noticed. She felt very naked even though Sandi and Liam had lost their clothes before her. 

She looked at Liam. He was staring at her crotch with this hand still squeezing his cock slightly.

When Darrin lost his boxers, Sandi forced him to stand also. His erection practically leaped out of his boxers when he pulled them down. He stood there with it sort of waving in the wind for a moment before sitting down. It looked big, but Kelly didn't have a lot of experience in that department. She stared at him and pressed her hand against her throbbing privates. Her nipples were so hard they were sore.

Now Annie was the only one with any clothing left. Darrin dealt again and lost. 

"I've got nothing to take off," he said laying down his cards. 

"Then you have to do something," Sandi said. 

"Do what?"

"Whatever the person with the best hand says you have to do."

They all laid their cards down face up.

"I have a pair of queens, so I get to decide," Sandi said. She looked around the group as if she were gathering ideas from all of them.

"You have to jerk off," she declared. 

"What? Here?"

"Yes. For thirty seconds in front of all of us."

Darrin looked around at them, but no one said anything.

"Go on," Sandi said. "You know you want to."

Kelly knew she wanted him to; she even wanted to touch herself. She stared as Darrin curled his fingers around his cock and began to move his hand up and down his shaft. 

"Hey, whose keeping time?" he asked. 

"I'll count," Sandi said. "One. Two."

They all watched as Darrin stroked himself while Sandi counted. Soon his hand began to move faster and he started to pant slightly, his hips move almost imperceptibly with the rhythm of his hand. Kelly could hardly stand it she wanted so badly to touch herself. She glanced at Sandi and saw that the other girl was gently massaging her breast, her eyes glued to Darrin's pumping hand. Annie, like Kelly had her hands in her lap. Kelly allowed herself to lightly touch her damp sex. It felt so good. She wanted more. She forced herself to stop. 




The Game



"Thirty." Sandi said, her voice a bit husky.

Darrin stopped, but he looked like he would have liked to keep going. The tension let out of the room, as if there had been a collective sigh.

On the next hand Annie lost her panties and Kelly was glad to see that she was not shaved like Sandi, it made her feel better about her own bush. Now everyone was naked.

"Have another drink," Darrin said, a slight slur to his words. He stood up, his cock standing out like a flagpole and carefully poured the last of the bottle into the each glass. Kelly stared at the amber liquid in her glass. She felt hot and foggy already, she didn't think she needed any more to drink. She was glad that no one forced the issue of drinking this time.

Liam dealt the cards. Kelly managed to bluff her way through with a pair of twos. Sandi came up the loser.

Darrin had the high hand. He smiled. "Your turn. You have to finger yourself for thirty seconds."

Sandi smiled. She opened her legs wide. Her pussy lips glistened in the light. Her lips were full and pink with excitement. Slowly she ran her finger lightly up her snatch and sighed. Then she massaged her clit, which stood out a bit from under its hood. She closed her eyes, her hips gyrating slightly, her lips parted. Darrin began to count, slowly.

Kelly glanced around the circle. Liam and Darrin were mesmerized, eyes glued to Sandi's hand. Both of them had their cocks in their hands. She thought she could see a tiny drop of moister on the tip of Liam's cock. She shifted slightly hoping she wasn't leaving a puddle on the floor. She'd never felt so wet in her whole life. She looked over at Annie and their eyes met. Annie's cheeks were pink and her hand was pressed against her pussy. 

Sandi moaned and Kelly looked back at her. She'd slid a finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle, her thumb still massaging her clit. A drop of clear liquid had gathered at the bottom of her slit. Kelly caught a brief whiff of musky Sandi's excitement. The other girl slowly pushed her finger in deeper and then slid it out. Kelly found she was holding her breath and let it out slowly. She pressed her fingers hard against her own wet sex wanting to touch her own throbbing clit. 

Sandi added a second finger and began to pump them in and out to a steady rhythm. She was breathing audibly, her hips moving back and forth. 

"Thirty," Darrin said.

Sandi opened her eyes, but her fingers were still moving between her wet lips. Her face and neck were flushed. 

"Time's up," Annie said. 

Sandi sighed and pulled her fingers out accompanied by a wet sound. She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed and then, to Kelly's amazement, she stuck her fingers in her mouth.

"Mmm. I love that taste," she said.

Sandi dealt. Kelly had nothing. She discarded and still had nothing.

Sandi came up with the high hand, a pair of queens. She looked at Kelly carefully and then around the circle and then back at Kelly. Kelly felt her face get hotter, she hadn't thought that possible, but it felt like it was on fire. She didn't think she could masturbate in front of everyone. 

"Suck Liam's cock for thirty seconds," Sandi said. 

Kelly was horrified and relieved at the same time. She looked at Liam. He looked a bit nervous. She scooted across the floor to him, not wanting to stand up. Then she was faced with a dilemma. She couldn't bend over and suck his cock without exposing her pussy and ass to the others. She looked around and saw Sandi smiling as if she knew what was going through Kelly's mind. Kelly looked back at Liam. He took his hand away from his cock and Kelly could see it clearly. It stood up, red and swollen, but the head was well shaped and defined, it was a pretty cock. There was a little moister on the tip. She wanted to touch it, to make Liam sigh. She pushed him back lightly so that he was better exposed and, casting caution to the wind, she knelt in front of him her ass in the air and ran her tongue from the root of his cock, where his balls hung big and loose, up to the tip. She gathered the moister from the end of his cock onto the tip of her tongue. It had a sweet and salty taste.

"Nice pussy," Sandi said and Kelly resisted the urge to cover her sex with her hand.

Liam sighed and Sandi began to count. 

Kelly engulfed the head of Liam's cock in her mouth and was rewarded by a slight twitch. Then she slid down the shaft taking as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. He felt wonderful, hard and soft at the same time. Then she came up. Up and down. She let her tongue play at the underside of the head when she came up and his hips jerked forward a bit. She thought she heard him gasp. She loved that she could make him feel this good. She looked up at his face. His eyes were closed. As if sensing her look, he opened them. He smiled at her and she took his balls in her hands, feeling their weight. Liam groaned. Suddenly she wanted him to cum. She wanted to see the look on his face to taste his cum in her mouth. She slid one finger back toward his anus and sped up her sucking just a bit.

"Twenty-two," Sandi said.

Her finger found his asshole. She'd never done anything like this before. She probed it lightly.

"Oh God," Liam said and she felt his asshole contract under her finger and his balls tighten. Then his cock twitched in her mouth. The first shot of cum hit her in the back of the throat and she nearly gagged. She closed her throat and sucked in as he flooded her mouth with his warm essence. She swallowed, but a little escaped from the corner of her mouth. He gasped again and her mouth filled a second time. She looked up at his face, but his head was thrown back and all she could see was his bare tense torso. She swallowed again. The next shot was smaller and the next smaller still. She could feel his cock becoming less ridged in her mouth.

She made sure to suck him dry before she sat up. She'd never let a guy cum in her mouth before. She used a finger to wipe a dribble of cum from the side of her mouth. She looked at Liam who was flushed and breathing hard. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Then Sandi began to clap. Kelly turned to look at her.

"Well done," Sandi said, and she looked truly impressed. "So our innocent Midwestern girl can really suck cock."

Kelly slid back to her place in the circle. She slipped one finger quickly between her legs. It came away dripping wet. She looked over at Liam's cock, which was drooping at half-mast. She wanted his cock in her pussy in the worst way. She looked around. Darrin was slowly stroking his cock and Annie was squirming where she sat. Sandi had a finger between her legs and appears to be stroking her clit.

It was Kelly's turn to deal the cards. Darrin won the hand and Sandi lost again. She seemed happy about it, and Kelly wondered if she'd lost on purpose. 

"Whatcha got for me?" Sandi asked.

"You have to eat Kelly for thirty seconds," Darrin said.

Sandi stood up and they all looked at her. She stepped over to where Kelly sat and bent over, spreading her legs a bit to give the others a full rear view. 

"Have you ever been with another girl?" she asked Kelly.

Kelly was pretty sure the quick kiss with Leanne Carlton during spin bottle when she was twelve really didn't count so she shook her head. 

"You're going to love this," Sandi said. She knelt down in front of Kelly, placed her finger under Kelly's chin and leaned in. Kelly could smell the liquor on Sandi's breath and another smell, something slightly musky, but not unpleasant. Then she pressed her mouth to Kelly's, her tongue gently probing the inside of her mouth. Kelly felt herself melting. It was the only good description for what she felt. One of Sandi's hands found her breast and caressed it ever so lightly. Kelly's insides felt like hot water. Sandi broke the kiss and moved her lips to Kelly's neck, causing Kelly to arch her back. Sandi pushed her back on the rug and began to very slowly kiss her throat and then her breasts. Her tongue flicked over Kelly's nipples and Kelly heard someone gasp and then she realized it come from her. 

Sandi continued down Kelly's belly until her mouth was right above her bush. Kelly spread her legs wide. She didn't care who saw her pussy or what anyone thought, she wanted Sandi to kiss her and lick her. Sandi made a low sound that might have been a laugh and then her tongue was gliding over Kelly's pussy lips. 

"Oh, you are so wet girl," Sandi said. "And you taste like honey."

Darrin began to count. Then Sandi's tongue touched Kelly's clit. Kelly felt her hips jerk up. Sandi's tongue went down the length of her pussy and then slipped inside Kelly's hole, just a tiny bit. Kelly gasped as Sandi flicked her tongue in and out. Kelly spread her legs wider opening herself to Sandi's tongue. 

Then she opened her eyes and looked around. Annie was straining forward to see the action and fingering her pussy at the same time her fingers making a wet sloppy sound. Darrin was had moved forward and was stroking his cock, a hungry look on his face. Liam, his cock fully erect again, was staring at her as he moved his hand up and down. Somehow, knowing that they all watching her, seeing her sex and this moment of intimacy made Kelly all the more excited. 

Sandi's tongue mover up her slit, which was good because Kelly wanted her to lick her clit more than anything in the world. At the same time Kelly felt Sandi slide a finger into her dripping twat. It felt wonderful, but she wanted more, something bigger. She looked over at Liam's cock staring at his hand stroking back and forth. Sandi's other hand brushed Kelly's nipple. Then just as Sandi's tongue touched her clit her fingers closed on Kelly's nipple, not rough, but firm. At the same moment Sandi's other finger in her pussy began to move against the roof of her cunt, touching some part of her that Kelly had never known was there. 

Kelly felt herself go over the edge, she arched her back and a cry broke from her lips as the orgasm swept through her. She could feel it pulsing in her pussy as Sandi's finger continued to move. First one wave, then another and another until finally she lay there spent.

"Wow," Darrin said, or was it Liam, she couldn't be sure.

Sandi came up and lay next to her and then leaned in and kissed her again. Kelly could taste her own sex on Sandi's lips, but she didn't care; it was a clean, fresh taste.

Sandi sat up and then pulled Kelly up to a sitting position also. She put her arm around Kelly. Kelly felt a bit lightheaded. She looked around. The others were all looking at her. Darrin was still holding his cock. Annie had her hand over her pussy as if protecting it and Liam seemed to be staring at her face. 

Kelly touched her still throbbing pussy lightly and discovered a small warm puddle on the floor. She brought her hand up and stared at it. Had she peed? 

"You squirted a little," Sandi said. 

"It was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Darrin said.

Kelly had heard of squirting and had once seen a video where a woman was fingered by and guy until a geyser erupted from her pussy, but she'd never imagined she could do anything like that.

"New rules," Sandi chimed in. "No more cards, the last person to perform gets to pick the next person and what they do." Sandi look around to see if anyone objected. 

"O.k. then. Darrin you fuck Annie for thirty seconds."

"Fuck? You mean really fuck?" Darrin asked. 

"Yes, really fuck."

Darrin looked at Annie.

"It's fine with me," She said. Her face looked flushed. 

"Doggy style," Sandi added. 

Annie smiled and got on her hands and knees. Darrin knelt behind her and rubbed his cock up and down. Annie made a little, soft sound in her throat. Then she reached back and guided him to her entrance. They all watched as Darrin pushed his hips forward and his cock disappeared into Annie's pussy.

"Ooooh," Annie said softly.

"One," Sandi said starting to count. Her hand reached around and cupped Kelly's breast. It felt nice. As Kelly watched Darrin's cock going in and out of Annie she found that she was starting to get wet again. Sandi's fingers brushed her nipple caused a little jolt to run through her. 

Annie was moaning lightly. She'd reached back and was working her clit with her finger. Darrin was breathing hard, his eyes clamped shut. He looked like he was trying not to cum. She looked over at Liam and found he was watching her. Kelly reached her hand between Sandi's thighs and ran her hand down her smooth shaved Mons. Sandi opened her legs wider and Kelly felt the warm wetness of her pussy. She ran her fingers up and down Sandi's slit while she counted and they watch Darrin and Annie. 

Annie was moaning louder now, her fingers moving fast over her clit, but Darrin seemed to have slowed.

"Twenty-five," Sandi said. It came out a little breathlessly. Kelly's fingers were brushing over Sandi's clit.

Suddenly Annie went ridged and cried out. Her back arched and she bucked back against Darrin. Darrin gasped and from where she sat Kelly could see his cock pulsating as he emptied his load into Annie's pussy. A little of his cum leaked out and hung from Annie's pussy lips. Then Annie slumped forward and Darrin's cock popped out of her. A small gush of white jizz came out of Annie and dripped onto the floor. Darrin kept pumping his cock with his hand until the last of his seed dribbled out onto Annie's ass.

Sandi sighed as Kelly pushed harder on her clit. Suddenly she untangled herself from Kelly and crawled across the floor to where Annie had rolled onto her back. Sandi leaned in and began to lick Annie's pussy making sucking noises as she cleaned Darrin's cum out of her pussy. Kelly could not believe it. She stared at Sandi's head bobbing between Annie's legs. Annie moaned. 

Kelly could see Sandi's pussy clearly. As she watched she saw a long string of juice slowly extend from her lips. Kelly leaned forward and then crawled over to where Sandi knelt between Annie's legs. She stared at Sandi's pussy. Her lips were swollen and red and her opening was visible. Clear liquid covered her lips. Her little pink rosebud of an anus stared back at Kelly. She stuck out her tongue and caught the drip of Sandi's juice. She let it rest there for a moment it had a light musky taste. She could hear Annie making soft mewing sounds. 

Kelly leaned further forward and ran her tongue from Sandi's clit to her opening. She heard Sandi sigh. Kelly's nose was practically in Sandi's ass and she could smell the slightly funky odder of the other girls butt. She found the smell tantalizingly sweet. She reached out and licked Sandi's little asshole. The other girl spread her knees further apart and Kelly licked again. Sandi groaned into Annie's pussy. Kelly pushed her tongue into the Sandi's ass and wiggled it. Then she stuck her tongue into her pussy, lapping up the juices.

Someone put a hand Kelly's ass and then pushed her legs open. She glanced back. Liam was kneeling behind her. She opened her legs and he ran his fingers up her sopping slit. It was her turn to moan into Sandi's pussy. She ran her tongue down Sandi's slit and circled the other girl's clit making her gasp. 

Over Sandi's ass Kelly could see Darrin, his cock hard and tall again, straddle Annie's shoulder. She took him in her mouth and Darrin began to move his hips.

Just then Liam removed his finger and she felt the head of his dick bump up against her pussy. She pushed back, wanting to be filled. The head slipped in and her body shuddered. She flicked her tongue over Sandi's clit. Sandi's legs were shaking and her pussy pulsed slightly.

Liam slid his cock into Kelly, filling her. She cried out with pleasure. Annie moaned. Liam was still inside her for a moment and then he began to move, slowly in and out, so that the head of his cock almost slipped out of her at the top of each stroke. Kelly plunged her tongue into Sandi's pussy and reached up to play with her asshole at the same time.

"Ohhhhhh," Sandi's voice was low and husky. 

Liam slid all the way back into Kelly and she arched her back to meet him. It felt so good. She probed Sandi's ass, made wet by her tongue. Sandi wiggled her butt and pressed it back toward Kelly encouragingly. Kelly pushed a bit and her finger slid into the other girl's warm rectum. 

Sandi made a cooing sound. 

Darrin was moving slowly still, but Kelly could hear him panting. Annie had reached up and was cupping his balls and playing with them. Then, as Kelly watched she slid a finger back and slipped it into Darrin's ass. Darrin groaned loudly and leaned forward.

Kelly moved back to Sandi's clit, she could hear Annie gasping and moaning, she sounded like she was going to cum again. Carefully she circled Sandi's clit while moving her finger in and out of her ass in time to Liam stroking into her own pussy. The smell of sex was strong in the room. 

Sandi was moaning now, her hips moving to meet Kelly's finger. Kelly could feel a warmth building in her pussy and belly. She spread her legs a bit more and moved her own hips to meet Liam's thrusting cock. She was close, but she needed something more. 

Annie screamed, her hips bucking as Sandi bore down on her clit.

"Oh God," Darrin gasp. "Shit, I'm cuming."

Sandi cried out. Kelly could feel Sandi's ass pulsing against her finger. She pushed it all the way in and held it as the other girl buck and panted. 

"Unh, unh, unh," Sandi gasped. Her pussy suddenly expelled a light stream of juice and Kelly tried to lap it up as fast as she could.

Liam's strokes had become short and fast, but Kelly was not quite there yet. She reached back and touched her clit, rubbing it lightly. She felt her stomach tighten.

"I'm going to cum," she said to the room. 

Somehow saying those words sent her over the edge, she could feel her pussy clamp down on Liam's cock as the first wave of pleasure swept over her. This time it felt like her entire being was melting and she heard her own cries of pleasure as if from far away.

Liam pressed deep into her as she ground her pussy desperately against him. "Oh god, oh God," she panted as another wave took her. 

Liam began to pump back and forth inside of her, his tempo increasing. 

"Oh, oh," Kelly said feeling another wave build and sweep over her. How long could this go on? 

"I'm cumming!" Liam cried. "Oh God, I'm coming!

He pushed deep into her and she thought she felt his cock throb. She knew he was shooting his seed into her. The thought of it caused another wave of pleasure to sweep over her, deep and more intense than before. 

"Gnnnhhh," she sounded like an animal. She arched her back and spread her legs even wider. Liam stayed pressed against her for a moment and she could hear him grunting as he discharged his load. Then he bucked against her, pulled out a bit and pushed back in. It felt wonderful and another wave, just a small one washed over her. 

Liam slowed, but Kelly was rocked by a small aftershock. 

Liam leaned forward cupping her breast and kissing the back of her neck. It felt nice. Then, very slowly he withdrew. He felt him slip from her, leaving her with an empty feeling. His seed slid from between her lips and ran down her leg. She looked up. 

Sandi smiled at her. "That was some performance."

Annie was laying on her back still her legs splayed open and her wet pussy exposed, some of Darrin's cum on her chin. Darrin lay next to her his cock drooping and leaking a little cum onto his leg.

Kelly sat back on her heels, and Liam's cum puddled on the floor beneath her. She'd never felt so relaxed and satisfied. 

Liam wrapped his arms around her and she leaned back into him. It was going to be a great vacation.



The Game



I'm a married man, and for the first 12 years of that marriage, my wife and I had what you might call a pretty unremarkable sex life. I don't mean to denigrate it. We had sex reasonably often and we both enjoyed it, but we never really did anything surprising or noteworthy, anything that would be worth writing a story about. We were just a typical suburban couple with two kids and a dog and your usual set of problems. But all that changed last summer. 

We decided to rent a house in the Berkshires (in Western Massachusetts) with another couple and their kids. Eric had been my best friend ever since freshman year of college at Syracuse. His wife, Serena, is wonderful and always got along beautifully with my wife, Amanda. Like us, they have two kids, ages seven and four at the time, and even though we only see them once or twice a year at most (because we live in different states) the kids always love getting together. So we decided to rent a house in the Berkshires, which was roughly halfway between us, and spend an extended weekend together. 

The house was beautiful and perfect for the eight of us. The interior had the feel of a log cabin with a large, high-ceilinged main room with exposed log beams. The main room contained a large kitchen, dining area, and family room area with a big fireplace. Just off the main room, on the first floor, were a pair of adjoining bedrooms, each with king beds. Amanda and I took one of them and Eric and Serena took the other. On the edge of the main room, a staircase led up to a loft area that had another large bedroom with two bunk beds. All four of the kids slept there, and loved sharing a room. 

The house itself was situated on a large secluded property adjoining a small private lake. There was a hot tub in the back and beautiful fire pit area just on the edge of the lake. A small wooden dock stretched into the lake, perfect for running and jumping into the lake but not much else. Trails led in several different directions into the surrounding forest. 

We all arrived around the same time on Thursday, just after 2:00 in the afternoon. Our kids had slept the entire drive and were eager to do something, but their kids hadn't slept at all and were badly in need of a nap. So after we all greeted each other and unpacked a bit, we decided we'd take our kids on a bike ride while Eric and Serena's kids took a nap. We brought our bikes with us, including a little trailer that our littlest one, Sam, could be towed around in. So we set off down the road to explore the surrounding area. I had Sam in tow. 

After about 10 minutes, my hamstring started to ache. I'd strained it a few weeks earlier and apparently it hadn't fully healed. I told Amanda and she suggested we trade bikes and that I head back to the house. She'd take Sam and keep riding for a while longer with Emily (our 7 year old). I agreed and started back in the direction we came. I got back about 15 minutes later and rode my bike around to the lake side of the house to park it. The back side of the house, which faced the private lake, was virtually all glass, with floor to ceiling windows that led out to a large deck area. As I walked onto the deck and up to the back door, I froze in my tracks. Through the window, I could see Serena bobbing up and down on the couch. She was topless. It took me a few moments to process what I was seeing. There was a large sectional sofa just inside the windows, facing toward the inside of the house. I could see that Erik was sitting on the couch, too, though I could only see the very back of his head. Serena was straddling him, facing toward me. She was naked, and they were clearly having sex, right there on the couch. I was so caught off guard that it took me a while to realize that, if I could see Serena's face, she could certainly see me, at least if she happened to look in my direction. Slowly, I backed up, not wanting to attract any attention to myself. I was only about twenty feet away from them. I managed to retreat behind a large tree. As soon as I was safely out of sight, I peered my head around the tree and continued to watch them. 

Serena looked stunning. She was a uniquely beautiful woman, half Brazilian and half Japanese; her father was a Japanese businessman who had worked in Brazil and met her mother before coming to the states. It was a combination of ethnicities I'd never encountered in anyone other than her. Like most Asian women, she was short, had a dark complexion and long, straight black hair, but her face looked more Brazilian than Japanese. She had a strikingly pretty face, with sharp features and piercing eyes, and she had a wonderfully curvy body, large hips and breasts, which she liked to show off with yoga pants and tight fitting tank tops. 

I'd never seen her naked until then, but I'd imagined it many times and was savoring every second of it. Her breasts were spectacular, full and springy. Her pace had increased and she was really bouncing up and down, her arms locked around Eric's neck as he buried his face in her breasts. Judging from her facial expressions, she was really close to climaxing. Sure enough, a few moments later she bit her lip and seemed to stifle a scream. Then she slowly came to a stop. She was smiling and seemed to be panting hard, trying to catch her breath. Eventually they both got up and walked toward the bedrooms. The sight of Serena, completely naked, her hips swaying as she walked away, was intensely arousing. I realized that I had a massive erection. 

And just then my daughter Emily rolled around the side of the house on her bike. "Hi daddy," she belted out, "why are you hiding behind that tree?"

Thankfully, Eric and Serena had retired to their bedroom and closed the door. Adjusting my pants, I stepped out from behind the tree and smiled. "I was just waiting to surprise you, kiddo, but I guess I didn't hide good enough." 

At that moment, Amanda came around the side of the house, carrying Sam. and gave me a weird look. "What are you doing out here, Jake? How's your leg?"

I gave her the I'll tell you later look and just said "the leg's better, thanks." I wasn't sure whether I should tell her about what I just witnessed, but I knew I eventually would tell her, likely as soon as we had a moment to ourselves. I was never good at keeping secrets and Amanda could read me like no one else. She'd know that there was something on my mind, so there was no point trying to keep it from her. 

Amanda was an impressive woman in every way. She was an amazing mom, a successful lawyer, and at age 35, still incredibly youthful and radiant. She was about 5'7'' - a good five inches taller than Serena - with an olive complexion and long curly brown hair. She was not nearly as curvy as Serena, but she was slender and athletic and very beautiful, just in a more conventional sort of way. And at that moment, as she stepped onto the deck, sweat glistening on her skin, she looked incredibly hot. I was fired up and anxious to get her alone as soon as possible.

As is often the case on a family vacation, however, we didn't have any alone time until much later that night. The kids played, we barbecued, and then we all took turns in the hot tub while others sat around the fire pit. At one point, I found myself in the hot tub with just Serena and the two littlest kids (our son, Sam, and their daughter, Haley). Serena was wearing a standard two piece, nothing particularly racy, but having seen her naked and in the throes of an orgasm just a few hours earlier, I couldn't help but mentally undress her, over and over again. Before long I had another rock hard erection. Luckily the bubbles from the jets obscured her view. I think she sensed that I was acting unusual, though, because she kept glancing at me with a quizzical look. Was it possible she was wondering if I'd seen them fucking earlier? The more I thought about it, the more certain I was that they wanted to be seen, or at least that the potential of being seen was part of the thrill for them. Why else would they have sex in the main room, right in front of the windows, when they had their own bedroom? Were our friends closet exhibitionists? How had I never known this? I was dying to talk about all this with Amanda. 

Several hours later, after we'd put the kids to bed and watched most of a movie with Eric and Serena, we each retired to our respective rooms. The bedroom set up was interesting. Each of our bedrooms was large and they were connected by a shared jack-and-jill type bathroom with doors opening into each of the bedrooms. The shared bathroom was huge, with a large shower stall, a jacuzzi tub, two sinks, and two separate toilets, each in their own little separate doored-off enclaves for privacy. Despite the size, the four of us tripped over each other a bit as we got ready for bed, clearly not used to sharing a bathroom. Amanda wore her normal sleep clothes, a pair of short pajama shorts and a cotton tank top. But when Serena came into the room to brush her teeth, she was in a black satin nightie that was as short as one could possibly be without revealing her ass and pussy. Literally every inch of her legs were visible, as was a fair amount of cleavage. I couldn't help but stare, at least for a moment, and I could tell Amanda was similarly surprised to see her so scantily clad. 

The second we were alone in our bedroom, Amanda commented, as I knew she would. "So apparently I didn't get the memo that we were supposed to model our lingerie to each other. Maybe tomorrow I can wear that see-through thing you bought me and show everyone my vagina." My wife is the most sarcastic person I know, so this was par for the course. I laughed and then decided it was finally time to share what I saw earlier.

"You don't know the half of it. When I came back earlier, from the bike ride, I walked around the back. You know what I saw?"

"What?" I could tell I'd peaked her curiosity. I had her full attention.

"Let's just say Serena and Eric were enjoying their alone time."

"What?! They were screwing? Where?"

"In the main room, on the couch."

"Are you serious?! Did they see you?"

"I don't think so."

"Were they naked?" 

"Oh yeah. I could only see the back of Eric's head, but Serena was bobbing up and down on his lap." 

"So you saw her tits?!"

"Um...yeah. It would have been hard not to."

"Yeah, I'm sure it was a terrible experience for you. So that's why you were hiding behind that tree, you peeping tom." 

I just shrugged. 

"Do you think they wanted us to catch them?" 

"I've been thinking about that all night. I think they must have. Or at least they got some kind of thrill out of the possibility that we might come back and catch them. Why else would they do it there, in front of the windows?"

"So they're a couple of exhibitionists? Wow. How did we not know that?"

"I was thinking about that. I've known Eric forever, since well before he ever met her. I don't think it's him. I think it's her. She was the one facing the window, putting on the show. She seemed to be..."

I didn't finish my thought because at that moment I heard something. Amanda clearly heard it too because she looked in the same direction, toward the other bedroom. It had sounded like a moan. We heard it again. It was unmistakable. The sound of sex. 

Amanda was the first to get up. She didn't say anything. She just stood and walked toward the bathroom that connected our rooms. The door to our room was already slightly ajar. I watched as she opened it quietly and slipped into the bathroom. The sounds continued, a creaking of the bed punctuated by an occasional moan. After a minute or so, I too got up off the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I tip-toed through the door. The light in the bathroom was off and it was quite dark inside, but there was a sliver of light coming through the doorway on the far side, which was slightly ajar. I could see Amanda's silhouette, standing just inside the doorway, peering through. I approached her from behind, slowly, until I was standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder. Although I knew what I was going to see, I was still not fully prepared for it. A lamp was on in the room, on the nightstand, providing more than enough light to see Eric and Serena in all of their glory. 

Serena was on top of him, riding him. Her black nightie was crumpled up around her waist, her breasts completely exposed. Eric was cupping her breasts in his hands while she had her own hands planted firmly on his bare chest, supporting herself as she ground her hips into him. She was absolutely stunning and this was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed, by a mile. I'd never been more aroused.

If you'd asked me a week earlier how Amanda would have reacted to such a sight, I wouldn't have had the first clue. She'd never given me any inkling that she had any voyeuristic tendencies; she'd never even had any interest in watching pornography, despite my best efforts to convince her. But it was obvious that she was incredibly turned on by what she was seeing. One of her hands was down between her legs, touching herself through her pajama shorts. I kissed her on the neck and her whole body seemed to pulse in response. I put my hands on her hips. There was no resistance. She wanted me to touch her. 

As we watched them fuck, I continued to kiss her neck and caress her body, my hard-on raging, poking her ass through my boxers. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I reached down and slid her panties and pajama shorts down in one smooth motion. She jerked her head around to look at me, about to protest, but then she seemed to stifle her instinct, and she turned her head back to the scene in the bedroom, without saying anything. That was as much of a green light as I was going to get. I pulled my boxers down until they dropped to the floor, lined up my cock behind her opening, and drove it in. She was already incredibly wet and it went in smoothly. She stifled a gasp as I pushed it in as far as it would go, until my abdomen was flush against her ass. I continued to thrust into her in long strokes, pausing for a few seconds each time I reached maximum penetration. With my hands, I lifted her cotton tank top up until it was above her breasts, freeing them for me to cup with my hands. 

In the bedroom, Serena crawled off of Eric and got onto all fours next to him. She put her hands on the headboard and stuck her ass up in the air. It was clear that she wanted to be fucked doggy-style, and Eric wasted no time, maneuvering up onto his knees behind her. There was something so incredibly sexy about a woman choosing to be fucked doggy-style. I often had sex with Amanda in that position and she seemed to enjoy it reasonably well, but she never initiated it. Not once in the entire time we'd been together. Seeing Serena so clearly demand to be fucked that way, all without saying a word, was beyond arousing. I had to stop what I was doing for a moment so as not to come right then and there. 

Eric entered her quickly from behind and immediately began thrusting aggressively. The slapping sounds were now audible and Serena's moaning was getting louder and more frequent. She let go of the headboard and let her head fall down onto the pillow, her unbelievable ass now the only part of her body that was raised in the air. I could see that with one of her hands, she was now reaching up between her legs, stroking her clit as Eric continued to thrust into her. Amanda was doing the same, fingering herself as I fucked her from behind. 

Serena was the first of us to come. She announced it, panting "oh god, I'm coming," and shook for a few seconds from head to toe as the orgasm gripped her. Eric had clearly been holding out for her because just seconds later he grunted, said "oh god," and then came to a stop. He came inside her. 

The sight of them climaxing pushed Amanda over the edge, because a few seconds later I felt her clench up on my cock and let out an involuntary squeal, the first real sound either of us had made the entire time we'd been standing there. And the second it escaped her lips, she panicked, undoubtedly fearing that Eric and Serena had heard her and mortified at the prospect of being caught. In her reflex to flee, she pulled free from me. The problem was, I had been in the middle of coming myself, so just as she pulled away, loads of cum came shooting out of my cock. I tend to have a lot of cum under normal circumstances, but in this case, I hadn't ejaculated in over a week and had been hyper-aroused all day. So I just drenched her. It landed all over her ass and legs, with much of it dripping onto the floor. 

Amanda froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden turn of events. But she regrouped quickly, remembering where we were, and began ushering me back into the bedroom. As she pushed me along, she reached down and grabbed both of our shorts, using her own to quickly mop up what she could of the cum on the floor. When we got into our bedroom, I jumped onto the bed. Amanda quietly shut the bathroom door behind us and then stood at the edge of the bed, panting and using my boxers to wipe the cum off of her body. She had a frazzled grin on her face.

"I can't believe that just happened," she whispered.

"I'm sorry," I responded, "I wasn't expecting you to pull away when you did."

"Not that, you idiot. I don't care about your cum," she said as she climbed into bed, still naked from the waist down. "I mean watching our friends fuck each other. And then doing the same thing. Right there. Where they might have seen us. And holy shit! They had to have heard me when I came. That was loud, Jake!"

She was very worked up, talking a mile a minute. And the cursing. I couldn't remember her ever having used the word "fuck" to describe sex. It just wasn't like her. She was exhilarated, mainc, like someone who'd just had her first skydive and was still coming down from the high. 

"Relax, Amanda, it doesn't matter if they heard you. They wanted us to watch. They left their door open. They left the lamp on so we could see them. They did all of that on purpose. Just like they did earlier, by the window."

By her silence, I knew she understood and agreed. She just wanted me to say it. Wanted the reassurance. 

She finally spoke, "God, Jake, that was so hot. I've never felt like that before."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna argue with that. It was hot. And the hottest part was how turned on you got. Who knew you were such a voyeur?" I grinned a little.

"I'm not a nun, Jake. I like sex." She was indignant, but still smiling, "and I think even a nun would have touched herself watching that."

I laughed out loud at that. 

"Is it gonna be weird tomorrow, Jake?" She was now curled up beside me, her faced only a few inches from mine. 

"Not if we don't let it," I said, as reassuringly as I could. But I was worried about that myself. 

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The next day was relatively uneventful, at least for the first half. We made a big breakfast and the kids played together. It was a hot day, so by early afternoon, the kids were all eager to go for a dip in the lake. The seven year olds (Emily and Michael) were fine on their own, but the little ones (Sam and Haley) required supervision, so Eric and I volunteered to go in with them. As Sam and Haley waded in tentatively, Eric and I stood nearby and talked, the first real opportunity we'd had to do so since we arrived. We caught up on all the normal stuff, our jobs, our buddies from college, the pathetic state of Syracuse football. After a while there was a pause in the conversation. Eric broke the silence.

"You know, I got up to go to the bathroom last night and there was something sticky all over the floor. Right by our door. Did one of you guys spill something?" He said it so deadpan that I thought for a moment that he was genuinely curious. But then I looked over and saw the smirk creeping across his face.




The Game



"Dude..." was all I could manage, shaking my head. Then we looked at each other and started cracking up. Finally I gathered myself and spoke. "So what the hell is going on with you guys? Since when are you full on exhibitionists? You do know I saw you through the window earlier in the day too, right?" 

"Holy shit. Really? I told her that was too much. Did your kids see?"

"No, just me. I came back before them."

"God, I'm sorry, man. It's Serena. She get's off on it. And I've gotta admit, it keeps things interesting. But we'll be more careful."

"No, man, you don't need to apologize. I didn't mind." I smiled a sheepishly. "And don't tell her I told you this, but Amanda got off big time on your little show last night."

"Ah, so that was your gizz all over the floor. How the hell did that happen anyway?" 

I described the whole encounter, including Amanda's moment of panic that led to my cum ending up all over the place. We laughed again. 

"Oh man, that's awesome. You know this means you guys owe us a show now, right?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't hold your breath on that one. Amanda doesn't even like to have sex with the light on. I think having an audience would give her an anxiety attack. But then again, I never knew she was such a voyeur."

Just then, Sam slipped in the water and started crying, so I rushed to help, putting an end to the conversation. Sam wanted his mommy, so I walked him up to the edge of the lake, where Serana and Amanda looked to be engaged in a pretty intense conversation, which I had clearly interrupted. 

Later, after Sam had calmed down, I tried to ask Amanda what she and Serena were talking about, but we were interrupted by the other kids. She mouthed to me, "I'll tell you later." 

The rest of the afternoon was a blur of activity. Biking. Making dinner. Playing games with the kids. Making s'mores around the fire pit. When it was finally time for the kids to go to bed, I got stuck with story duty. They were all exhausted, though, so I didn't have to read for long. By the time I got back downstairs, everyone else was gone. I soon discovered they were all out sitting around the fire pit again. As I was walking out to them, I saw Eric pass Amanda some kind green metallic stick, which she immediately put in her mouth. A moment later she blew something out of her mouth.

"Are you smoking?" I asked, incredulously. Amanda had literally never smoked a cigarette in her life. Or so she always said. 

"I believe the technical term is vaping," she said, giggling. 

"So you've made it 35 years without nicotine and you suddenly decide you need a fix?"

"First, who died and made you my dad? Second, it's not nicotine, smart guy." She sounded strange. 

Eric chimed in. "It's not an e-cig, man, it's an e-joint. I got it when I was out in Seattle. It uses cannabis oil. Pretty sweet, huh?"

"Really?" I replied, "Amanda's getting high? I don't think I've ever seen that. This should be fun." Amanda gave me a smirk, as if to say, 'there's a lot you don't know about me, buddy.'

"Come on, take a drag, Jake" Serena said.

"Don't mind if I do." I took the little green stick and took a big drag off it. It felt like nothing, but when I exhaled, a whole ton of water vapor came out. And sure enough, I could feel the buzz almost immediately. I'd smoked quite a bit of pot in college, but it had been at least 10 years since I'd been high. I'd forgotten what it felt like. It was nice. As we sat around the fire, laughing and giggling, it felt like we were back in college again. 

Amanda eventually admitted that she had never really smoked pot, which was what I had thought. She'd tried to take a drag a few times in college and didn't really know how to do it and had never succeeded in getting high. Until now. And she seemed to be really enjoying it. She was giggly and touchy-feely and just generally flirtatious, which was really refreshing. It reminded me of when we were dating.

Eventually we all tired of being outside and returned to the house. The munchies had struck, so Eric made some popcorn and we started watching TV. An episode of True Detective was on, from the first season. It was somewhere in the middle of the episode, but we all liked the show and didn't know what else to watch, so we left it on. After a while, we'd all finished our bowls of popcorn, and Serena, evidently wanting more, got up and walked over behind the center island of the kitchen. At the same time, Eric got up to use the bathroom. I was about to go get some more popcorn myself when I noticed what was happening on the TV. It was that scene where Matthew McConaughey gets seduced by Woody Harrelson's wife. Knowing where the scene was headed, I decided to wait and watch. Before long, they were fucking, McConaughey drilling her from behind. It was probably the pot, but for some reason, the scene had quite an effect on me. My blood was pumping and I had an instant erection. 

When it was over, Amanda put her hand on my thigh, jolting me out of my trance. I looked over, wondering what she wanted. It was then that I saw it. Serena was still where she had been before the scene started, bending over the kitchen island, watching the TV as she picked the remaining popcorn out of the bag. But she was no longer alone. Eric was now standing right behind her, watching the TV over her shoulders. Though the room lights were off, in the glow of the TV, I could see that Eric had his hands down on Serena's hips and that her summer dress was bunched up on her back. He was fucking her. I was sure of it. And by the look of shock on her face, I could tell Amanda was sure too.

It may have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Serena, was just standing there, so casually, just eating popcorn and watching TV, as if nothing unusual was happening, as if getting fucked from behind in front of her friends was a non event. Eric, by contrast, was clearly very into it; his expression was one of a guy who was very turned on, and he was increasing his pace, no longer making any effort to be subtle about what he was doing.

Amanda and I sat there in disbelief, probably both wondering whether we were hallucinating Then I felt her hand, which was already on my thigh, move slowly up my leg until it was resting on my cock. She began to rub it through my shorts, feeling how hard I was, but never taking her eyes off of Serena. 

What happened next was nothing short of a turning point in our marriage. My wife, the same person who didn't even like to have sex with the lights on, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties all the way off, leaving them on the floor. Then, before I could even process what was happening, she was on my lap, straddling me. She looked me in the eyes, "take your shorts off, Jake."

I stared at her for a moment, still not believing what was happening. Then I dutifully reached down and shimmied my shorts and boxers down, freeing my rock hard cock. Wasting no time, Amanda reached under her skirt, grabbed my cock, and skillfully guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Then she sat back until it was completely buried inside her. She didn't kiss me, though. As soon as I was inside her, her attention returned to Serena and Eric. 

By now, they'd noticed what we were doing, and Serena's entire demeanor had changed. She'd stopped eating the popcorn and her casual, almost disinterested expression was gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, lustful grin. Eric was looking at us too, a similar grin on his face. His hands were wrapped around Serena, cupping her breasts through her dress. Serena began to moan.

While Amanda's eyes were still fixed on them, her body was focused on mine, her hips grinding into my cock with a sense of urgency. She too started to moan. Between the pot and the surreal eroticism of what was going on around me, I was completely out of my mind. Instinctively, I reached up, grabbed the straps of Amanda's tank top and pulled them down, exposing her strapless bra. That got her attention, as her head quickly swiveled back around to look at me. For a moment, she had a look of uncertainty in her eyes. But she made no attempt to pull her shirt back up, and when Serena moaned again, Amanda went back to what she had been doing, sliding up and down on my cock as she watched our friends fuck. 

Emboldened, I reached around and undid the clasp on Amanda's bra. It fell to my lap, her breasts suddenly free and visible to all. It didn't even faze her. She kept on bobbing up and down. Moaning. I immediately took one of her breasts into my mouth. Amanda's breasts were on the small side, particularly after the kids, but they were deliciously soft and I loved to suck on her nipples, which she always got off on. This was no exception. She gasped and began moving her hips even faster. I could tell she was close to coming.

Meanwhile, Eric had followed my lead, reaching up and untying the strap holding up the top of Serena's dress. As she was already leaning forward, the front of her dress fell away immediately, revealing her exquisite breasts. As I had suspected, she was not wearing a bra. As Eric pounded her from behind, her breasts rippled and shook. She too looked and sounded like she was on the brink of climaxing. 

It was then that she started to talk dirty. It started typical enough with a few "oh fucks." But it escalated from there. 

"Ooooh yeah...oooh fuck...oh fuck my pussy...harder Eric...fuck me...fuck my wet cunt...I want to come on that cock...ooooooh." 

I felt like I had been teleported into the middle of porn flick. I might get an occasional "harder" or "faster" from Amanda, but nothing more, so this kind of dirty talk was almost completely foreign to me. I could tell it was to Amanda too, because the look of open-mouthed shock on her face was priceless. And I think the combined sight and sounds of Serena pushed her over the edge, because a few seconds later, her eyes bulged and I felt her spasming on my cock. It looked liked the orgasm had snuck up on her, like she hadn't been expecting it. Belatedly, she let out a stifled screamed.

Distracted by her orgasm, I didn't immediately notice that Eric and Serena had stopped what they were doing. When I looked up, Serena was walking toward us, completely naked, leading Eric by the hand. She'd left her dress on the floor of the kitchen. Her hips swayed as she walked. Her petite, voluptuous body, her glistening coffee-colored skin, her jet black hair and striking features, it was such an exotic, beautiful combination. 

When they got to the couch, she sat down first, about three feet to my right, and immediately lifted her legs, beckoning Eric toward her. He got on his knees in front of her and a moment later, his cock was back inside of her. 

Following her orgasm, Amanda had stopped moving and was just sitting on my (still rigid) cock, watching Eric and Serena. I took that as my cue to change things up. Gently, I reached forward and lifted her off of me. At first, she laid back on the couch, like Serena was doing, assuming I wanted to copy what they were doing. But I had something else in mind. I reached out and took her hands in mine, pulling her up and off the couch. She immediately knew what I wanted and spun around so her knees were on the carpet and she was leaning forward onto the couch, her ass right in front of me. I lifted her skirt, lined up my cock, and drove it into her. I was beyond aroused at this point, so I soon matched Eric's pace, creating slapping sounds as I drilled my cock into her sopping wet pussy. 

Amanda, her shirt around her waist and her breasts bouncing, was no more than two feet from Serena. Their eyes appeared to be locked on each other. I couldn't see Amanda's face, but Serena's expression was one of extreme arousal. She had resumed her moaning and she looked and sounded like she was very close to coming. Before long, Amanda was moaning too. She reached her right hand down between her legs and began stroking her clit, clearly intent on climaxing again. 

As Serena built toward orgasm, the dirty talk came back with a vengeance. "Oh fuck, Eric...oooooh...fuck me with that huge cock...faster...make me come on that cock...I want them to watch me come." Everything she said was in a high pitched coo, almost baby-talk, nothing like the way she normally spoke but incredibly sexy. I could tell by her own panting and moaning that Amanda was incredibly turned on by it. She too was now stroking herself furiously. 

"Oh god, I'm almost there," Serena continued, "fuck me hard...just like that...fuck my pussy...make me come and then shoot your cum all over me." Eric had his hands firmly around Serena's hips, which were elevated several inches above the couch, and he was grunting as he slammed his cock in and out of her.

"Ooooh, fuck...oh god...I'm gonna come on your huge cock...oh fuck...oh my god..." her voice was reaching a crescendo, her eyes still locked on Amanda's. "Oh god...oh ffuuucck...I'm commmminnng!" she screamed. Like the night before, Eric had clearly been holding on for her, because as soon as she came, he whipped his cock out and - as he'd been instructed - let loose several blasts of cum that landed across her stomach, some of it even reaching as high as her breasts. 

The sight of Serena's stunning body, covered in cum, the contrast of the white drops pooled on her dark skin, it pushed me over the edge. I grunted, said "fffuck" and came hard, shooting my load deep inside Amanda. Luckily, she was on the verge of coming again herself, and I think the feeling of me coming inside her pushed her over the finish line. A moment later, she said, "oh god, I'm coming too," and I felt her again spasming on my cock. 

As we all tried to catch our breath, the silence quickly grew very awkward. It was clear that none of us had any idea what to say or even where to look. The staring at each other's bodies that had seemed so right just moments ago, suddenly seemed very strange. The girls didn't wait long before gathering their clothes and heading off to their respective rooms. Eric and I also found our clothes and pulled them back on. He was the first to speak.

"Want to have a beer?"

"Yeah...that sounds good." 

We decided to go back out to the fire pit, which had died down but was still burning. I threw a couple of fresh logs on the fire and Eric came out a minute later carrying two beers. We sat in silence for a while, nursing our beers, but could only avoid the elephant in the room for so long.

Eric finally spoke, quoting Ron Burgundy, "well, that escalated quickly." We laughed hard.

"No shit, man. I still don't really understand what the hell's going on. I kinda feel like all of you, Amanda included, are alien impostors." Eric just took a swig of his beer and shrugged, still smiling.

I continued, "don't get me wrong, that was unbelievable, but I felt like I didn't recognize anyone in there, like I didn't belong in there. Remember that Quantum Leap show, where the dude would transport into a new person every week?" Eric started laughing. "I felt like I was on an x-rated version of that show. Like I just teleported into someone else's body."

"That would be a good show, man. I'd watch that."

"Seriously, though, man. Is this something you guys do all the time?" I had to know.

"Ha, no, nothing quite like this. But if you're asking whether I knew my wife was an exhibitionist before this trip, well..." He took another swig of his beer. "I knew even before we were married that she had a little kinky streak in her. She always wanted to do it in places that were a little risky, where there was a chance someone might see or hear us. But it was never a big deal. She didn't really want to get caught. She just got off on the idea of it. But the longer we've been married, the more she's tried to push the envelope. We actually had a vacation kind of like this with two of our friends from New York last summer. The room setup wasn't quite like this, where the rooms are practically connected, but there were thin walls and she really put on a show with her moaning and all that stuff. Well, they must have heard us because a little while later, we could hear them through the walls...you know, fucking. Serena totally got off on that; she talked about it all the time after the trip. I think she was hoping to recreate that experience on this trip. But that, what happened in there," he pointed toward the house, "I think that went well beyond her wildest fantasies."

I almost never talked to my friends about sex, but I was completely fascinated by this glimpse into our friends sex lives. Eric was being so open and candid about it. I had to press further.

"So what do you do the rest of the time...to keep it interesting...you know, when don't have another couple around to play mind games with."

Eric smiled at that. "Honestly, we're probably not much different than you or anyone else most of the time." He leaned forward, "but we do have a tradition when we go on vacation. Something we do to keep things interesting." He had my full attention.  

Eric continued. "I've never actually told anyone this, but since you just saw me fuck my wife, for like the third time in two days, what the hell? Early on in our marriage, we got into a bit of a rut. We weren't having much sex. We were working too hard. And we finally scheduled a decent vacation, to Cancun. We promised each other that we would try to have sex as many times as humanly possible on the vacation, to rekindle our romance. 

"Being who she is, Serena decided the vacation actually started on the fight down to Mexico. She wanted to join the Mile High Club, but it wasn't a large plane, so we couldn't both get into the bathroom without drawing a lot of attention. She was determined, though, so eventually we tried something different. We had the whole row of seats to ourselves, so we lifted the armrest between our seats and used a blanket to cover ourselves."

"Holy shit, you mean you had sex at your seat?"

"Yeah, technically. Almost as soon as I was inside her, though, the stewardess came by and we had to, uh, disengage. Then the seat belt light went on and we were getting some looks. Long story short, it was a fleeting moment and we never got to finish it, at least on the plane. But it was fun, and a little thrilling, and we decided that it 'counted' for the purposes of our have- sex-as-many-times-as-possible game. And that's where the tradition was born. On that vacation, and ever since, we make an effort to have sex as many times as possible, and in the most interesting places we can find. We don't usually finish the act until we're alone and have the time to really enjoy it, but we try to 'hook up' as many times as we can. It's pretty awesome really. You find that you're thinking about sex all day long and it's such a tease that when we're finally alone, we practically rip each other's clothes off."

"Wow," was all I could manage. 

"Yeah, it's nuts right? I can't even tell you all the different places we've managed do it. Restaurants, theaters, parks, dressing rooms. Sometimes all in the same day. One time, a couple of years ago, we managed to do it 12 times, in 12 different places, all in one day."

"Holy shit! How is that even physically possible?"

"Well, like I said, I usually don't come. As long as there's full penetration, it counts. Sometimes the whole encounter is just a few seconds, just long enough get my cock up in there, maybe snap a picture as a momento."

"You guys take pictures of yourselves fucking?!" 

"Oh hell yeah. That's the best part. Helps us remember it after the trip. Our only rule on the pictures is that we don't include our faces. Nothing that could identify us. Oh, and we turn off the icloud on our phones before the trip. Made that mistake once and Haley almost stumbled across some of them on the iPad."

"You guys are crazy. But I gotta hand it to you, that's some hot shit. I'm still not quite sure how you manage it, though. Maybe I'm just less virile or something, but I don't think I could get it up on demand so many times in one day, particularly if I'd had sex several days in row. Maybe when I was 18, but now..." I shook my head.




The Game



"Well, I'll let you in on another little secret. Being a doctor has its advantages, including the ability to write scrips for yourself. I try never to use the stuff in normal circumstances, but on vacation? I make an exception."

"You mean Viagra?"

"Yep, or one of the other ones. I've tried them all. They really help with our little game. It's easy to get hard quick, whenever you want to."

"You been poppin' those things on this trip?"

"Nah, not yet. Tomorrow maybe. You want to try it? I've got plenty."

"Geez, I don't know..." The truth, though, was I really did want to. I'd always been curious about those pills, wondered what it felt like. 

"Well, if you change your mind, let me know. You know, you guys should try the game tomorrow. You'd like it." Eric had a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, well, we'll see. It takes to two play that game. Not sure I'll have a willing partner." With that, I finished my last swig of beer. It was time to call it night. I said goodnight to Eric and headed back into the house and into our bedroom. Amanda was still awake, lying on the bed.

"Where've you been?" I could tell from her tone that she was a little annoyed. She probably wanted to talk before going to bed and had been waiting up for me. Her annoyance quickly dissipated, though, when I told her all about my conversation with Eric. I essentially relayed the whole conversation, leaving out only the Viagra discussion (I really wanted to try it and was worried she would veto the idea). She hung on my every word, particularly when I started describing "the game" that Serena and Eric play on vacation. She kept asking questions, probing for details, which I supplied if I knew them. 

Eventually the conversation came back to what had happened earlier in the main room. "Jake, I still can't believe what we did earlier. When I think about it, part of me feels really dirty, guilty even. But another part of me is just so turned on by it. I've never been so turned on."

"You shouldn't feel guilty. We didn't do anything wrong. We're all adults. Yes, it was totally crazy, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it too, but whatever we feel, it shouldn't be guilty. Life is way too short to regret harmless things."

"Yeah, I know you're right, but I'm not like you. I can't just talk myself out of how I'm feeling. Let's just be careful, okay? We've done a lot of crazy stuff already on this trip and we still have another full day. Let's ratchet things down a bit, okay?"

"Okay," I said, kissing her on the forehead. 

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When I woke up the next morning, Amanda was already up and out of bed. I wandered into the bathroom and began brushing my teeth. While I was doing that, I heard a knock on the door leading to Eric and Serena's room. I said "come in" and a moment later Eric was in the room, grinning at me in the mirror. 

"Good morning, my friend," he said, "I've got a little something for you." He placed a little orangish, egg-shaped pill on the counter. "That is Cialis, buddy. It'll last you all day. Trust me." He grinned again, gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror, and was gone. I stared at the pill for a while, uncertain. Then I picked it up, popped it in my mouth, and rinsed it down with some water before heading out into the main room. 

The main room smelled of waffles and syrup. Amanda had found a waffle iron in the cabinets and had made a bunch of Belgian waffles, which the kids were all eagerly devouring. Amanda saw me and immediately handed me a piece of waffle and kissed me on the cheek. I looked at her, trying to gauge what she was thinking about, what kind of mood she was in, but I couldn't read her. Whatever she was thinking, though, she clearly wasn't in a bad mood. 

I couldn't help but notice that Amanda was dressed a little more scantily than was her custom. She had on a shortish skirt, one I'd forgotten she owned, and a loose fitting tank top that she usually only wore to sleep. I could tell she was not wearing a bra. As we sat around drinking our morning coffee and making plans for the day, I kept stealing glances at her. She really was just as beautiful as the day I met her. 

We eventually decided that we were all going to drive to town to buy some groceries and do some a clothes and toy shopping. Amanda said she was going to go freshen up before we left and disappeared into the bedroom. I waited a few minutes and then went back into the bedroom myself, quietly closing the door behind me. Amanda was making up the bed. 

I snuck up behind her and put my hands around her hips. 

She jumped. "What the hell, Jake? You scared me." She wasn't mad.

I kissed her neck and pressed my pelvis up against her ass. I already had a hard on. To my surprise, she didn't make any move to push me away. So I reached down, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. I bent her over the bed. She put up no resistance. I pulled down my shorts, freeing my cock, rubbing it against the crack of her ass. With the tip of my cock, I brushed against her opening, teasing her, trying to make her wet. It didn't take much. Slowly I pushed in until my cock was all the way inside of her. It felt so fucking good. I slapped her bare ass with my hand and began thrusting. I reached forward and put my hands firmly on her shoulders and began to pulled her into me as I thrust. She was breathing heavy, trying to be silent, but clearly turned on. She had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, as she often did in the morning. After a handful of thrusts, I reached down and grabbed her ponytail with one hand, pulling her hair back as I fucked her, while being careful not to pull too hard. It had been so long since I'd done that that I'd forgotten how much she liked it. 

We went on that way for what seemed like a long time but was probably no more than a minute. Then I stopped abruptly and pulled out. Amanda looked back at me wondering what was going on. I just looked at her, winked and said, "to be continued."

"Are you kidding me, Jake?"

"That's how the game goes, sweetie. I gotta save something for later."

"Oh no you don't. You don't get to make all the rules." With that she stood up and turned around. With a confidence and assertiveness in her tone that I'd never heard before, she looked at me and said, "you started this and you're going to fuck me until I come." Then she pulled her tank top up over her head and threw it on the bed. She was topless now, wearing nothing but her short skirt. She stepped forward until she was right in front me of me, her hand grasping my cock. Then she was down on her knees and my cock was in her mouth. Amanda rarely went down on me, so this was the last thing I expected. It was clear that she just wanted a taste, though, because after about ten seconds, she spun me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I fell back onto my back, my feet hanging over the edge of the bed. She immediately climbed on top of me and, within seconds, had guided my cock back inside her. 

She moved with a sense of urgency, remaining completely perpendicular to me, her hands planted firmly on my chest. She ground her hips into me, the way she did when she was trying hard to come. Sure enough, within less than a minute, she was climaxing. I could feel her pussy spasming on my cock as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She looked so damn sexy when she did that.

But as soon as she'd come, she pulled off of me and was off the bed entirely a second later, gathering her clothes. Now it was my turn to look incredulous as I held my still rock hard erection in my hand. She just smiled and said, "like you said, better save that for later. It's gonna be a long day." With that she turned and left the room. 

Less than thirty minutes later, we were all en route to Stockbridge, the nearest town. Stockbridge's main street was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting, literally. It was Rockwell's hometown and the setting of many of his paintings. When we got there, we all started out at the toy store. After a few minutes, Eric and Serena left to go across the street to the clothes store. They took their kids with them. The toy store was cluttered with stuff, but there was no one else in it. While our kids were busy looking at legos and stuffed animals and various other toys, I pulled Amanda behind a tall shelf in the back of the shop and kissed her passionately. She practically melted in my arms and, within in seconds, my erection had returned with a vengeance. 

I looked all around. The kids were on the other side of the store, near the front door. So was the only store employee, an elderly woman sitting behind the cash register. I couldn't see any obvious mirrors or surveillance cameras. I turned my attention back to Amanda. She clearly knew what I wanted and looked nervous about it. But she didn't pull away. So I gently spun her around and began kissing her neck while lifting her skirt. To my shock, I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. She really wanted to play this game. I too had gone commando, so it was relatively easy to unzip my fly and free my cock. I immediately began pressing it against her opening and within seconds, I was inside of her. The next 15 seconds were some of the hottest sex I've ever had. That was until I heard Emily's voice, "Mommy?...Daddy?" 

She was close. I pulled out of Amanda instantly and began struggling to stuff my still rigid cock back in my shorts. I managed to do it just as Emily came around the corner. "What are you guys doing back here?" 

Amanda spoke up, but I could tell she was a little out of breath. "We were just, um, talking, Em, and looking at the toys back here." She walked with Emily toward the front of the store as I again struggled to cope with the disappointment of not being able to finished what we'd started. I was so hyper-aroused. I wanted nothing more than to tackle Amanda to the floor and fuck her brains out. How did Eric handle this? It was torture.

Fifteen minutes later, we met up with the others at the town coffee shop. As the women were in line getting lattes, I pulled Eric aside. I held up two fingers and whispered, "we're up to two times today." 

He smiled and slapped my shoulder, "good work, my friend. It's great, right?"

"It's torture is what it is. It's such a tease."

"Tell me about it. We're up to three already today." 

I looked at him disbelievingly, "you're shitting me. When? Where?"

He looked around, saw that the women weren't looking our way, and then pulled out his iPhone. He pressed it a few times and then turned it toward me. I saw a picture of Serena's ass, her skirt hiked up and Eric's cock clearly inside her. I could see a bench below and several articles of clothing. They looked to be in a changing room. "That was across the street a few minutes ago." Then he swiped his thumb and I saw a new image. It was another sex pic. In this one, it looked like they were fucking on the bathroom counter back at the house. Then he swiped his thumb again. "This one's my favorite." It was amazing. It was clearly taken on the dock in the lake, near dawn. Though you couldn't see either of their faces, you could see that Eric was lying on the dock and Serena was straddling him. They both looked to be completely naked and you could see Serena's breasts. In the background, the sky was a beautiful red and you could see the whole lake and forest behind it. It was truly an amazing picture, erotic and artistic. Suddenly our tryst in the toy store seemed a little less noteworthy. 

"That one's amazing. You guys are nuts." Then I leaned in close to Eric. "Don't want to sound weird, but do you think you could send me that last one? I think Amanda might find it...um...motivating." 

Eric grinned. "Sure thing, buddy."

A few minutes later, as we were walking down the street looking for a place to eat lunch, my phone buzzed. Eric had sent me the picture. All three of them actually. I handed the phone to Amanda, careful to make sure the kids didn't see it. She audibly gasped when she realized what she was looking at. When she got to the last one, the one by the lake, she paused, no doubt admiring its beauty and audaciousness. She looked at me and mouthed, "were these all today?" I nodded. She mouthed "wow." Before she gave me back the phone, she looked at each picture again.

We eventually stopped at a diner for lunch. We found two booths at the back of the restaurant and let the kids have one of them to themselves while the adults took the other. After we'd placed all the orders, got our drinks, and got the kids set up coloring on their placemats, we all finally had a few minutes to sit there and relax. Almost immediately, my eyes were drawn to Eric's hand, which, though below the table and out of my sightline, appeared to be between Serena's legs. I looked at her face. She bit her lip as she returned my gaze, which I took as a confirmation of my suspicions. Amanda noticed too and a moment later I felt her hand on my thigh, and then my crotch. I returned the favor, maneuvering my left hand between her legs, lifting her skirt. 

I wondered which of the four of us would be the first to up the ante. To my surprise, it was Amanda. She whispered in my ear, telling me to sit sideways, in the corner of the booth. I complied, resting my back against the wall and raising one of my legs onto the bench. I had my right arm resting on the table and my left on the backrest. Then she reached over, unzipped my fly, and reached in to free my cock, which was already quite hard. She stroked it for a few seconds, just out of Eric and Serana's sightline below the table. But there was no question they knew what she was doing, and we had their full attention. Amanda then maneuvered herself until she was sitting on my lap, facing the same direction. Propping herself up on the table and backrest, she created just enough separation for me to line up my cock with her opening, and a moment later, I was inside her. It felt so amazingly naughty. I was fucking my wife in a restaurant, in front of our friends. 

Eric, who was sitting closest to us, took out his phone. He took a picture of us from above the table and then reached the phone below the table to snap another. As he did so, I lifted Amanda's skirt and a second later, I saw the flash go off. Eric looked at his phone screen and smiling, turned it so we could see it. In the picture, you could clearly see my cock penetrating Amanda's pussy. Seeing the picture, while still inside her, was enormously arousing. 

It was then that I saw the waitress headed our way. There was no time to disengage, so I just held Amanda still and made sure her skirt was covering us. When the waitress got to the table, she began refilling our waters and gave Amanda and I quick once over. It must have seemed strange that she was sitting on my lap, but apparently not remarkable enough to set off any alarm bells, because she was gone without comment a moment later. We all laughed when the coast was clear and Amanda resumed bobbing up and down on my cock. 

What happened next was nothing short of surreal. Quietly, Serena got up onto her hands and knees on the seat, sticking her ass out toward Eric. Eric knew exactly what she wanted and immediately got up on one knee behind her, his other leg still on the ground below the table. He unzipped his fly, freed his cock and then lifted her skirt over her hips, giving Amanda and I an unobstructed view of her pussy. Within seconds, Eric was pushing his cock inside of her, right there in front of us. He gripped her firmly around the hips and began thrusting, quietly. 

I reached out and grabbed Eric's phone, which was sitting on the table. I pointed it at them, making sure everything but their faces was on the screen, and snapped a few pictures. They were amazing. You could see the full, crowded diner in the background, like an x-rated Normal Rockwell painting. Amanda was so turned on by the sight that she had another sneaker orgasm, like the night before. Her mouth opened wide, she gripped my arm hard, and I could feel her spasming on my cock.

I was determined to come this time, too. I needed the release desperately. But just as I was getting close, I saw the waitress headed back our way with a big tray of food. I immediately motioned for Serena and Eric to get down, flapping my hands in alarm. Luckily, the waitress stopped to deliver the kids' food first, buying us all about 20 seconds, which was just enough time for us all to disengage from each other and put our respective parts away. After she'd served all the food and left, we all finally relaxed and laughed, but I was extremely frustrated.

We all behaved ourselves for the rest of lunch and a quick trip to the grocery store. Afterward, we piled back in the cars and headed back to the house. When we got home, Emily and Michael begged to go on a bike ride, and, to my frustration, Amanda volunteered to go with them. I had hoped that Serena or Eric would go and I could somehow get Amanda alone. Instead, I ended up reading a book to the little ones and putting them down for a nap. 

When I finished and was descending the stairs from the loft, I heard a now familiar moan coming from below. It was coming from the bathroom. Given the events of the last two days, I knew exactly what I was going to find, but the sight that greeted when I walked up to the bathroom door was nevertheless jarring. Serena was sitting on the bathroom counter, completely naked, her legs wrapped around Eric, who was standing with his back to me, thrusting into her. Within seconds, I was again rock hard. And I was so eager to come, that all modesty left me. I immediately unzipped my fly, freed my cock, and began stroking it. 

I watched them for several minutes, gradually increasing my pace. Serena was sweaty, her skin glistening, her breathing rapid. Her breasts bounced and she moaned steadily. She had noticed me almost immediately and her eyes were fixed on my cock, full of lust. I could tell she was very close to coming.

Then we were interrupted. From above, I heard "Daddy?" It was Haley. Eric immediately pulled out of Serena and pulled up his shorts, which were around his ankles. "Daddy, can you read to me?"

"Fuck," Eric muttered. He rushed past me and up the stairs. I just stood there holding my cock, not sure what to do with myself. Serena was still on the bathroom counter, breathing hard, sweaty, her legs open and pussy dripping. We just stared at each other. We were only five feet apart. I was so out of my mind aroused that I didn't even notice I was slowly moving toward her until I was inside the bathroom door. I continued to inch forward, not thinking, just moving. Soon we were face to face, the tip of my cock less than six inches from her pussy. We stared at each other for a few tense moments. Uncertain. Then she reached out and pulled me forward. Before I even knew what was happening, I was inside her, thrusting wildly. 

It was the first time I'd been inside anyone other than Amanda in 15 years and it felt so different, so surreal. She was breathing fast, her hands gripping my ass cheeks hard, her breasts pressed against my chest. We didn't kiss. We just looked at each other, getting off on the lust in each other's eyes. She began stroking her clit and moaning in my ear. I knew I couldn't hold out any longer.

She knew it too. She whispered in my ear, "come on me, Jake...not inside." 

I felt my orgasm grip me and pulled out of her just in time, shooting an enormous amount of pent up cum across her coffee-colored stomach and up onto her breasts. She panted "oh my god, Jake, I've never seen so much cum!" as she continued to stroke herself. Then, a few seconds later, her mouth opened wide as she brought herself to orgasm with her hand, trembling all over. 

As I caught my breath, it slowly started to register with me what had just happened. I'd just cheated on my wife, with my best friend's wife. Eric could walk in on us at any minute. So could Amanda. I had a moment of true panic. I quickly pulled up my shorts and then, surveying the scene, used my t-shirt to mop up the puddles of cum on Serena. She looked far less concerned. In fact, she seemed amused by my obvious discomfort. When I'd cleaned her off, I darted away, into the safety of our bedroom, where I laid down on the bed and tried to gather myself.




The Game



A few minutes later, I heard Amanda and the kids come in. I was thankful for the distraction. The kids were hot from the bike ride and wanted to go for a dip in the lake. I volunteered to go with them. For the rest of that afternoon, I stuck close to the kids, using them as a shield to avoid any more opportunities for sexual encounters. I needed to get my head straight. 

No doubt sensing my inner turmoil, Serena came up to me a few hours later, as I was firing up the grill for dinner. She said, "don't beat yourself up, Jake. There's an easy way to fix this."

"How?" I asked, but I already knew what she was going to say.

"You just let Eric fuck Amanda, of course." 

"And you'd be okay with that?"

"It's only fair." She said it so matter-of-factly.

"But how do I bring that up without telling her what happened between us? She won't understand."

"Leave that to me," she said cryptically. Then she walked away. 

It was a perfect night for a fire, cool and clear, so after dinner we all gathered round the fire pit and roasted some s'mores. I had a little more to drink than I typically would have, no doubt in an effort to dampen my growing anxiety about what had happened earlier in the day. At one point, while I was in the house grabbing another beer, Amanda came in and cornered me. I was pretty certain she was looking to continue the game, to sneak in another quickie, but I wasn't in the mood to play the game anymore. I lied and said I had to go to the bathroom. By the time I came out, she was gone. I knew I couldn't avoid her indefinitely, though. 

Eventually we all came inside and put the kids to sleep. I volunteered to read them a story, so I was the last one out of the room. When I came down from the loft, Eric and Serena and Amanda were all sitting on the sectional. Serena was laying down, with her head resting on Eric's lap. Amanda was sitting on the other side of Eric. They were passing around the 'e-joint' again. When they passed it to me, I readily accepted, taking a huge drag, hoping it would quell my anxiety better than the alcohol had. 

After taking a few more drags, Serena got up and began fiddling with the stereo near the TV. Eventually she figured out how to turn it on. She scanned through a few radio stations until she found some local classic rock station. It was playing Led Zeppelin, "When the Levee Breaks," which seemed fitting. Serena turned it up and began swaying to the music, her eyes closed, clearly very high. I too was sitting on the couch by this point, but I deliberately sat at the corner opposite Amanda. I sat back and watched Serena dance. It was hypnotic. I'm not sure how long we all sat there silently, watching her, but it was quite a while. Several full songs played.

What snapped us out of our collective trance was when Serena decided to disrobe. First to go was the pullover she was wearing over her tank top. With her eyes still closed and her hips still swaying, she then she reached down and unbuttoned her shorts (she had changed clothes after our encounter earlier in the day). She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Next went the tank top, which she tossed on the floor. She was wearing no bra, so she was now completely naked but for the panties, still swaying to the music. She was just so stunning, so sexy, that lust soon overcame my anxiety and I again had a huge erection. Eric clearly did too, because I could see him rubbing his cock through his shorts. Amanda's expression was hard to read, but she too was focused intently on Serena.

She danced for another minute or two and then she finally opened her eyes. She looked right at Eric and began walking toward him, without so much as glancing at Amanda or me on either side. When she got to him, she immediately got down on her knees in front of him, her hands fumbling with the button on his shorts. Within seconds, his shorts and boxers were on the floor and his cock was out. She had it in her mouth almost immediately. With one hand she cupped his balls and with the other she stroked the shaft of his cock, just below where her mouth was touching it. 

Across from me, Amanda was fiddling with her own shorts. We made eye contact as she pulled her shorts and panties off at the same time, leaving them on the floor. She then spread her legs and began to touch herself. She was only about two feet from Eric and Serena. I quickly followed suit, removing my shorts and boxers and freeing my cock. 

As I stroked my cock, watching the scene in front of me, I remembered Serena's words from earlier in the day. "Leave it to me" she'd said. But what was her plan? Did she even have one? Just as I was thinking this to myself, Serana lifted her mouth off of Eric's cock. With her hand, she reached out for Amanda, who looked momentarily uncertain, not sure what Serena wanted. After a moment, though, Amanda reached out her own hand and let Serena take it. Serena led her off the couch and onto her knees on the floor, right next to her. She then took Amanda's hand, which she was still holding, and moved it over until it was touching Eric's wet cock. Amanda's eyes bulged at the sudden turn of events and she looked over at me immediately, clearly uncertain. I too was stunned, but I nodded. 

That was apparently all the permission she needed, because within the span of a few seconds, she went from hesitantly touching his cock to aggressively sucking it. After 30 seconds or so, Serena took over again. For a while they took turns like that, each sucking Eric's cock while the other watched. I couldn't imagine how amazing the experience must have been from Eric's perspective. 

Then, as she always seemed to do, Serena upped the ante. After her turn sucking Eric's cock, she again grabbed Amanda's hand, this time guiding her up onto the couch. Amanda again looked over at me, seeking guidance. Again, I nodded. She let Serena lead her up onto the couch until she was straddling Eric, his cock sitting just below her pussy. Serena grabbed Eric's cock with her free hand and guided it up to Amanda's opening, making the connection. Amanda gasped as she sank back, letting Eric's cock slide all the way into her. At the moment of penetration, I could tell that she had that same "oh shit" moment that I had earlier, realizing she was fucking someone else for the first time in 15 years. She looked over at me, again seeking reassurance. I smiled at her as I continued to stroke my cock. Reassured, she turned her attention back to Eric. As he reached down and began pulling her shirt up, she raised her hands in the air, making his job easier. Soon she was completely naked and Eric was was suckling her breasts, one by one. 

Serena was still on her knees on the floor, leaning against the couch and looking up at Eric and Amanda. I knew what I wanted. I got down onto the floor and came up behind her. As soon as my hand touch her hip, she turned her head toward me and grinned. Then she pushed her ass out toward me, inviting me to fuck her. I took the invitation, guiding my cock into her almost immediately. It slid in effortlessly. She was so wet. I grabbed her hips with both hands and began thrusting. Amanda and Eric both looked over at us and the sight of us fucking seemed to excite them even more. Amanda was now moaning.

We continued in those positions for a least a few minutes, but I desperately wanted to play with Serena's breasts, so I withdrew from her, stood up, and sat down on the couch next to Eric. Serena nearly leaped on top of me and within seconds, she was bobbing up and down on my cock, just as Amanda was with Eric one foot away. I sucked on Serena's nipples and cupped her breasts in my hands. She was moaning now too, and starting to talk dirty.

"Oh, Jake, fuck me...fuck me hard...fuck me like your wife's getting fucked." She was breathing hard between each utterance. Her elbows were resting on my shoulders and her hips were grinding against me urgently. I could tell that she was close to coming. "Oooh fuck...I'm gonna come, Jake...I gonna come on your huge cock...oh faster, Jake...oh fuck my pussy...oh that's it...oh ffffuucckkk!" Her eyes rolled back in her head for a second and I felt her tremble all over as a monster orgasm gripped her. 

She eventually came to stop. "Oh, Jake, that was nice." With that, she rolled off of me and got back onto the floor in front me. I thought she was going to start sucking my cock again, but instead she leaned forward and, using her hands to push them together, sandwiched my cock between her breasts. Slowly, she moved up and down, stroking my cock with her breasts. It was amazing, an act that Amanda simply didn't have breasts big enough to even try. She was watching us intently as she continued to ride Eric's cock. I wondered what she was thinking.

A few seconds later, she let me know. She rolled off of Eric and got down onto her knees on the floor. Eric and I were about two feet apart on the couch and Amanda was on her knees facing us, exactly halfway in between. She gently pushed Serena aside. Then she reached up and grabbed each of our cocks, one with each hand, and began stroking them quickly. She did that for twenty seconds or so, just gazing at our cocks. Then she shimmied over until she was directly in front me. She looked up at Eric and said, "I want you to get behind me and fuck me. Hard." I stared at her, wondering who this woman was. She had just a hint of a grin on her face as she looked back at me. 

Eric immediately did what he was told, getting up and maneuvering behind Amanda. A few seconds later, he was back inside of her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. As he began thrusting into her, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. Serena was sitting on the couch a few feet to my right, watching us and slowly fingering her clit. As Amanda sucked my cock, her eyes were locked on mine, wide open. Eric increased his pace and was now slapping into her ass with every thrust, but she managed to keep her mouth around my cock. He eyes were still looking at me, but they were starting to bulge. I'd seen that look before and I knew she was very close to orgasm. 

Then it happened. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head and she finally let go of my cock and nearly screamed, "oh my god, oh my god, I'm coming!" Her whole body spasmed in pleasure. She was still looking up at me, a smile of accomplishment on her face. She had my cock in her hand and as she continued to tremble, she squeezed it hard. Suddenly I wasn't able to control myself and I came too. My orgasm caught her off guard, as my cum blasted across her face, much of it clinging to her cheek and the rest landing on her shoulder and back. She flinched, started by the blast, but then she smiled again.

I think the sight of my inadvertent drenching of my wife pushed Eric over the edge because a few seconds later he announced that he was coming too. 

"I want you to come on me too, Eric," she said matter-of-factly. Eric obliged, grunting "oh god" and pulling his cock out of her. As soon as his cock was free, several blasts of cum came shooting out, covering Amanda's back in little droplets. 

"You guys are bad," cooed Serena, "I've never seen so much cum." Amanda laughed and, once she did, so did we. She truly was a sight to behold. Sweaty, on all fours, and covered head-to-toe in droplets of cum from two different guys. My wife. It was all so surreal.

That was our last sexual encounter of the trip. And our best. We all packed up and left pretty early the next morning, and we haven't seen Eric and Serena in person since then. But that vacation forever changed our sex life, and the past year has been the happiest, most exciting of our marriage. And next week we're planning on meeting up with Eric, Serena, and the kids for five days in Disneyworld. What could go wrong?



The Game



AN: Just a quick story (that had to be extended due to the 750 word minimum) that I decided to write on a whim. Just a warning that this is more of a teaser to a larger story I am going to write. 

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It is Friday evening, a very special evening, because Master's favorite football team is in the playoffs. He has been looking forward to this all week. From the moment he came home to you, you have felt his ecstatic energy. He eats the spaghetti you have made with gusto, though he passes on the wine for now, knowing that he's going to have a few beers later.

While the two of you eat together, he tells you about his day at the office and asks about yours. You complain about the morning cleaning crew, how you have found the shattered pieces of one of Master's crystal figurines and how they pretended that one of the cats broke it. Master laughs heartily at the story and waves it aside, a hundred dollar figurine is nothing compared to how much he makes. He offers to take you shopping tomorrow to pick out another to replace the collection, and perhaps some nice new clothes too? Not that he doesn't absolutely love the black and white maid outfit that you wear when he comes home. He looks at you lustfully and you blush happily. 

You have been with Master for over a year now, and so far it has been fantastic. Master supplies you with room and board and a modest salary, and in return you cook for him and cater to his...other needs. 

After dinner he retires to the living room and you clear the table and load the dishwasher. You entertain yourself with some games on your Ipad and three hours have passed when you hear Master call to you and say that the game is starting. 

You prepare a tray of Master's favorite barbeque chicken wings and grab a couple of beers from the fridge. The game had already started and he barely looks away from the screen as you place the food in front of him. You take a seat next to him on the couch, crossing your legs at the ankle and tucking them close, and you smooth your black and white lace skirt over your thighs. You want to look good for Master, though he is very distracted right now. Traditionally he likes watching the game alone, but somehow you have found a way to become the exception.

You have been learning the rules of the game and now you can appreciate how complicated certain maneuvers are and the skills it takes to complete them. You watched quietly for a while, but then you joke to Master about the fine buttocks of one of the players and he presses the cold beer bottle against the thin lace of your lower back. You let out a surprised squeal and he laughs, pulling you in close. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne when he kisses you, it reminds you of more intimate times and you feel a stirring between your legs. 

You lie lazily across his lap, watching the game with your head resting against your propped up arm while Master eats the wings and drinks one of the beers. It isn't until ten minutes later, when Master takes a swig of his beer and puts the bottle back down that his hand brushes against your ass.

He rests his hand there, squeezing every so often. You want to look but he grabs your hair, keeping you still. You wouldn't want to miss any minute of the game.

The ass groping goes on for a while before he brings his hand up to lick it, then slips his hand into your panties, and you squirm as you feel his warm hand cup your buttocks. He spreads your cheeks and rubs his fingers over the tight, muscled hole. You feel your face getting hot as he nonchalantly watches the game all the while teasing you. You watch the game but you're not really focusing anymore, not when Master is doing naughty things to you.

You're staring at the player' asses, their muscular thighs, wondering how they many women they have fucked, what would happen if they returned to the showers and found you there, soaking wet and naked.

Master slowly slips a finger into you and every inch reminds you of your place, and how you belong to him. You pant unabashedly as he thrusts in and out of you, a lustful animal, until finally you come, hard and clenching around him as the game ends. 

"We won." he exclaims proudly, sliding his finger out of your ass as you let out a weak, happy moan on response. He stands up to face you and you see the impressive bulge in his jeans. He gives you a wicked grin as he picks you up in his arms. "Now let's go celebrate."

The End



The Game



Doug showed up for the game not sure what to expect. They had played strip poker several times before, but Jenifer promised this time would take the game to another level. He was greeted by Jenifer who introduced him to Lynn, Michelle, and Nikki. Jenifer said that they were still waiting on Paul and Tiffany then everyone would talk over the rules of the night's games. Doug knew that Jenifer and Lynn were best friends who would look out for each other, but at the same time were highly competitive so would probably pick on each other too. He knew Michelle and Nikki hung out together, but not much else about either of them. About five minutes later Tiffany showed up and said that Paul had to cancel because he wasn't feeling well. 

After a minute of discussion everyone agreed that they were still willing to play. Doug was a bit nervous being the only guy. He was afraid he would be the target so he'd have to be careful and play it conservative until he saw how things were going. Jenifer started explaining the rules. OK we are going to play strip poker with some other rules thrown in. Each person will start with $50 worth of chips and we'll bet on each hand like standard poker. The deal will pass around the table and the dealer will get to name the game. If you run out of money you can give up a piece of clothing for more chips, or you can end the round and take a spin on the wheel of challenges and consequences. Any clothing sold during a round of hands goes to whomever has the most chips at the end of the round. 

Also at the end of the round the chips that are in play are all pooled and divided evenly again. So each round everyone starts with an equal amount of chips again. On the wheel you could lose clothes, have an individual challenge or have an opposed challenge. Clothes lost to the wheel are out of play until we quit for the night. If you lose a piece of clothing to the wheel you have to take off something you are wearing, but not other clothes you have accumulated. Once someone is nude if they have to face the wheel and lose a piece of clothing they will have to draw a dare card. At any time people can trade clothes as long as both people agree to the trade. Shoes and socks are worth $10 each, pants and shirt $25 each, and underwear $50 each. Any questions? Everyone agreed and we dealt the cards.

After about five hands Jenifer and Nikki got into a large hand and each of them sold their shoes and socks. Jenifer's two pair was higher and Nikki was broke so she either had to sell more clothes or end the round. She decided to end the round. She walked over and spun the wheel. It came to rest on challenge another player to air hockey. The loser has to take off a piece of clothing. With a smile she picked Michelle and then pulled her aside whispering in her ear. I knew she didn't want to lose another piece of clothing already. Michelle didn't even try to win and dropped a shoe by the wheel. I noted this and hoped I wasn't going to be the odd man out all night.

With a few more chips everyone was a bit more open about betting except Nikki who was obviously afraid of losing her shirt literally. Lynn seized on this in the fifth hand and raised the bet to where Nikki would have to sell her shirt or pants to stay in. Nikki folded. Over the next four hands all of the rest of us sold our shoes to stay in except Tiffany who went on a winning streak. Then the hand came where everything changed. Tiffany, Michelle, and Nikki ended up in a pot and Tiffany pushed in a large bet to force Nikki to sell clothes or fold. Nikki stood up pulled off her pants and raised the whole amount. Michelle decided she didn't want to take off her shirt or pants to stay in. If she hadn't given up a shoe so easily she would have had the money. She shook her head and folded. Tiffany raised again so now Nikki would have to sell her shirt to stay in. With a laugh Nikki called and pulled off her shirt. She flipped over the three sevens and looked at Tiffany. Tiffany flipped over the two pair and nodded saying, "I wasn't going to fold and give you your clothes back for free."

Nikki started to grab her clothes and Jenifer said, "Not so fast. You sold your clothes. Until the round is up you don't get them back. You sold them for chips. Chips you have put to good use." The look on Nikki's face told me that she hadn't expected to stay in her bra and panties. Doug admired her pert little tits in the lacy white bra. Her black satin panties hugged her hips and hid little. She sat back down. Tiffany dealt out the next hand and Lynn lost and was broke. She decided to end round two which made Nikki happy since she had the most chips. She quickly put back on her pants and shirt.

Lynn walked over and spun the wheel. Two spanks from each other player. Jenifer and Nikki both patted each of her ass checks through her pants. Michelle hit her fairly hard and Tiffany hit her harder and Lynn yelped. "Please Doug have mercy on me." I slapped her hard enough to let her feel it, but hardly as hard as I could. Hoping it would keep me from becoming the target of either group, but rather they would go after each other.

After four more rounds I was down to my pants, Lynn had collected a pile of shoes and socks as well as my shirt. Jenifer had lost her shirt to the wheel, and Michelle was in her bra and panties. Her large breasts were mostly hidden by her bra, but her nipples were visible through the fabric. 

Tiffany had Michelle's pants as well as her own pants and shirt. Nikki had her pants and shirt on still. A couple hands in Michelle had a run of bad luck and was almost out of chips. The next hand Lynn bet enough to force Michelle to sell clothes to stay in. Michelle instead folded and was broke. She decided to face the wheel. It stopped on lose a piece of clothing. Michelle sighed and said, "It looks like it just isn't my night," and started taking off her bra. 

Lynn looked at her and said, "I'll make you a deal. This is a one-time offer. I'll trade Doug's shirt and my pants for your panties, but if I lose a piece of clothing to the wheel you have to give it up instead."

Michelle obviously didn't like being topless so she agreed. She put on the clothes. Doug's shirt hung on her and hid everything much to his dismay. Lynn's pants didn't button up, but were staying up on their own at least for the minute. Michelle dealt the first hand and Doug wondered what was happening. On the first hand Lynn bet everything and Jennifer called. Then Jenifer took her pants off and raised. The small wet spot on the crotch of her silk panties told Doug she was getting excited. Lynn said, "Too rich for me. I'll end the round." She walked over and spun lose a piece of clothing. "Oh dear. Michelle pay up for me like we agreed." Now Doug saw her plan. She had just taken out half of Michelle's ability to get more chips and she would still be topless. Michelle tossed Doug's shirt in the pile by the wheel. Her big tits were sagging slightly but were still very inviting. The nipples standing at attention.

The betting now got heated with the two groups going after each other. Obviously Lynn and Jenifer wanted to force Michelle to a dare card. Nikki was determined to help her friend. Two rounds later Tiffany had lost her pants and traded Michelle her pants back for Lynn's which fit her better. All the other girls were in bra and panties except for Michelle who only had her pants. Doug had managed to stay in his pants and underwear. Then came the hand that would define the night. Doug was dealt three aces and the bets came around the table with each girl raising in turn. Soon all of the chips were in the middle of the table. Tiffany folded out. Both Lynn and Jenifer put in their bras to try and force Michelle out since she couldn't sell enough clothing to continue. Both of them had smaller tits and the tan lines showed they usually wore skimpy bikinis. Nikki asked, "Do you think you can win?" Michelle nodded. Nikki said, "I'll trade you my bra for your pants so you can stay in, and I fold." Her areolas were the size of quarters and a dark brown. Doug tried hard not to stare. As he glanced around the table he saw Jenifer lick her lips as she looked at Nikki's breasts. 

"OK" so Michelle was now nude Doug thought. He sold his pants and threw in the chips. The four of them still in tossed out cards and drew. Doug pulled the fourth ace. Jenifer and Lynn looked at each other and Lynn said, "I've got this," and pulled off her panties to bet. "Oh Michelle you can't make the bet I guess you are broke and have to go to the wheel." She started reaching for the pot. The wet spot in the crotch of her bet panties showed how turned on she was at this point.

"Not so fast I'm still in." Doug said pulling off his underwear. His stiff cock sprang up when freed. Jenifer folded. Doug flipped over his four aces and Lynn realized she had miscalculated with her two pair. "Oh Lynn it looks like you are broke too. I guess we have two people spinning the wheel."

Michelle walked over and spun the wheel. Lose a piece of clothing. She turned a bit pale and asked, "Where are the dare cards?" Jenifer smiled and fanned them out for her. Michelle drew a card and read it out loud. "Perform a lap dance for ten minutes."

"Lucky Doug since he won the hand that forced her out she dances on him."

Lynn spun the wheel and it came up with lose two pieces of clothing. "Does that mean two dare cards?" she asked.

Jenifer now not nearly as smug said, "Yeah it does."

Lynn pulled her first card. Dildo yourself for five minutes. The second card was play twister with two other players. Loser loses two pieces of clothing.

Doug hadn't put his underwear or pants back on yet. Michelle pushed him back onto the couch and climbed up on him beginning to grind pushing her tits in his face. He groaned and started licking her tits. Doug felt his pleasure building then Michelle would slow down then it would start to build again. Her wet pussy slid up and down his shaft. Precum started to leak from his cock. Before he knew it the ten minutes was up.

Tiffany asked, "Doug who is Lynn playing in twister?"

"You and Jenifer"

Lynn and Jenifer smiled obviously hoping they would be able to team up on Tiffany and make her lose. After a couple of rounds they were in a pretty complicated knot. Tiffany's face was right over Lynn's tits and she was barely balanced on a foot and hand. Jenifer had one leg between Tiffany's and the other between Lynn's legs. Her left hand was between Lynn and Tiffany's bodies. Tiffany spun left leg on blue and it was obvious it was going to be tough as she had to lift it out and go over both girls without losing her balance. As she started to make her move Jenifer gave her a bump with her leg to try and knock her off balance. Unfortunately for Jenifer it made her lose her own balance and she fell loosing. 

Jenifer stripped off her panties and pulled a dare card. With a groan she showed it to everyone. She had to dildo herself for five minutes too. So Lynn and Jenifer looked at each other and each grabbed a dildo. They both started slowly pushing their dildo in and out. The dildo spreading their lips open. From the first thrust they were covered with juices and it was obvious they were quite horny already. The shaved lips of Lynn's pussy started to shine with her juices. She adjusted her hips to get a better angle as she kept a steady pace.

Michelle said, "Remember when the first person cums tonight is the sex slave for the group for the rest of the night."

Lynn moaned and Jenifer was panting, but so far both of them were holding out. Jenifer's juices started to run down her leg. As the first minute turned into the second and third their pace was picking up. Both of them were struggling to hold back the relief they so badly wanted because of the consequence it held. Then the five minutes were up. Doug put on his underwear and pants. Only he and Tiffany had any clothes left on. He had accumulated a pile of clothes to buy chips with even if they all were starting with the same number of chips. After four hands Doug realized his biggest fear was coming true. Each of the girls were taking turns keeping him honest. At the same time they wouldn't drive up the bets when he folded. 

Doug started pushing back selling off socks and shoes to bring him chips without giving the opportunity to win back clothes they would be able to put back on at the end of the round. He knew he would get a good hand and a chance to pounce sooner or later. Even not raising each other after several hands both Michelle and Jenifer were running low on chips. It was Doug's deal so he watched as the bet went around the table. Michelle took a long look at her hand and then finally pushed in the rest of her chips saying she was all in. The rest of the girls quickly folded and Doug looked at his cards and called. Michelle drew three cards and Doug took one hoping for a five to complete his straight. Looking at her hand Michelle started to beam. "I have three sevens." 

Doug nodded and then showed that he had pulled his straight. With a sigh Michelle got up and spun the wheel. Challenge a player to a game of air hockey. Loser loses a piece of clothing. Michelle picked Lynn hoping she wasn't very good. If she could beat her maybe the dare would be something to push Lynn over the edge. Her pussy was still wet from her dildo play earlier. The game went back and forth both of them stretching for the puck causing their tits to swing. Finally Michelle double banked the puck and Lynn mistimed the block. Michelle won. She jumped up and down her tits bouncing nicely.

Lynn pulled a dare card and got dildo yourself for five minutes. "Again?" she asked. She grabbed her dildo and walked over to the couch. Spreading her legs she started pushing the dildo slowly into her pussy. She knew she would have to go slow to make it through five minutes. She pushed the dildo in all the way and then pulled it back out so only the tip was in. Then she pushed it back in her back arching slightly. Michelle walked over and stood in front of Lynn. I think you need some motivation. She started playing with her tits. Michelle watched her as she started working the dildo faster. Her hips jerked and it rubbed her clit. Jenifer said, "Two minutes done. Hold on you can do it."

Lynn felt the pressure of her climax building as she continued thrusting in and out. She began panting as the pleasure built. Michelle's nipples were hard and her tits looked so inviting. Lynn closed her eyes trying to take her mind off her building pleasure as she continued to push the dildo in and out of herself. She realized her mistake as the wave rose and started to overtake her since all her senses were focused on her needy pussy as the dildo pushed in and out. Her pussy contracted as she came. Her hips thrust at the dildo wanting more of it. Lynn started thrusting as fast as she could. Since she had lost she might as well get as much pleasure out of it as she could. 

She heard Tiffany say, "We have tonight's slave." Through the haze of her pleasure.