1 comments/ 49496 views/ 3 favorites Game On By: dr. Jocelyn Dear Dr. Jocelyn, It all started when I bought that damn game. Or rather when I purchased that game machine that started all the problems. Let me slow down a bit. Dr. Jo, my name is Cherry, and I'm writing about something that occured recently and I feel I have to tell someone. You see, my boyfriend Dan and I have lived together for about eight months. We both work full time, he in the computer industry, and I manage a cosmetics store. Although we are both in our early twenties, we have a nice townhome and get to travel to nice places when we get a break. But that is part of the problem, we both work so much that we don't get to see as much of each other as I would like. Things got worse last year, when Dan and his buddies began playing video games in their off time. Whenever I would make it home by eight or nine at night, Dan would be gone at one of his friends. So in an effort to keep him at home, I bought a game system for our living room. It was the worst thing I could have done. Not only would Dan play games when we were supposed to have dinner, but he would spend time on the phone looking for game tricks when he was supposed to be in bed with me. As a result, our sex life lessened. What had been a three to four time a week occurence was down to one, maybe two nights. Sometimes it was once every two weeks. It wasn't so much the less frequent sex, but Dan was paying less attention to me than he had previously. That said, I still thought of it as a minor annoyance. After all, Dan is a great guy. That is until the tournaments began. He would take our machine to someone else's home and hook it up and all the guys would play together. When the "playoffs" started, the guys decided our place would be a good place for the first round. For some reason, I forgot about it. That was two weeks ago. I came home to a a living room full of seven guys playing games and making a mess. I had just worked twelve hours and my regional boss chewed me out for an accounting error I made. I was pissed. "Dan, do you think you could clean up a little bit" "Sure hon, just as soon as I finish this game" he said, not even bothering to look up. He and his buddies were so engrossed in what they doing, he didn't bother to look up at my handful of groceries. "Oh, and there is all that food you asked for in the back of my car" "Yea hon, sure thing, I'll have anything you like" Now I was furious, he didn't even realize I needed help with the groceries. This didn't go unnoticed by his friend Dez. Dez was a friend he played soccer wtih, before Dan became a sedentary video game nut. Dez popped right up, and got the groceries out of my hands. "Hey, Cherry, let me give you a hand" "Thanks, I'll get the other bags" "No, no, let me get those. You just relax." I shouldn't have been surprised. Dez was always nice, especially to women. When all of us went out to dinner with the soccer team, Dez always remembered to open the door for his date, and was sure to include her in all the conversations. Unlike most of the guys there, he didn't bother her with guy talk. He also didn't flinch when I caught him looking at my cleavage that night. Dez just smiled and looked me straight in the eye. He made me nervous and smile all at the same time. I finished putting up the groceries as Dez brought them in. We chatted for a bit while the guys finished up their game. I found out he was still dating the same girl from that dinner and that he was traveling to Europe for part of the summer. When the guys dispered out, Dan was still finishing the game. Three guys took off, and two were headed out to the car. Only Dez remained. As I walked him to the door I thanked him for helping me again. "It was the least I could do, seeing how you were nice enough to let us use your place. And sorry about Dan, he just gets zoned in to those games" Then he opened his arms for a hug. I did. When he broke we both paused for a second. I looked at his handsome face and wavy hair for a second...in my hesitation, he leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips. A quick peck that left me totally flushed. I didn't know what to do except look in the living room. From the sofa, Dan had a clear view of the front door. When I snapped my head around, he was playing his game. "Bye Cherry." Dez said, as he released me from his firm grip. I was confused. Was this just a quick friendly kiss? After all, it was right in front of my boyfriend, and Dez did have a girlfriend after all. Maybe I was misinterpreting everything. But it was just the way I would catch him looking at me. Staring sometimes, and he didn't seem to hide it. But it was a friendly peck, not for an extended time. Something a friend would give another friend..something one would regularly see in Europe. Perhaps he was getting in the spirit of his trip. And the next week went as all weeks go, me at work, Dan at work, then at home...Dan playing his video games. I had Saturday off after a long work week, and decided to run errands, which included a trip to the tanning salon. When I returned home, I thought Dan and I could enjoy an early dinner and movie. When I saw all the cars lined up, I realized that wasn't going to be the case. Upon entering the house, it seemed Dan had invited all the guys back for an impromptu game. When I told him I was home, he didn't even both to look up...as usual. How could he not notice me? I was wearing his favorite sun dress, tanned, had my nails painted for him, so we could enjoy a special night and maybe some fun afterwards. And as had been the case lately, he ignored me, only ackowledging my presence with a "hey babe." I went to the kitchen to get a drink for one of the guys who asked and started to make my way back. Around the corner came Dez, apparently back from our restroom. His prescence startled me, and I felt that same flush feeling again. "Hi Cherry, don't you look nice today." he said as he looked me up and down." "Thanks Dez, I finally got an off day to pamper myself" "Well it worked." I didn't say anything more, feeling vulnerable around this him. Instead I went to give the drink to Brian, Dan's thirsty friend. "Thanks Cherry, how have you been doing?" "Real well Brian, just working lots of hours at the store, this is my first time to relax in a while" "Oh yea, everyone needs to be relaxed" I heard Dez say walking behind me. "Hey Danny, I'm gonna give Cherry a massage." "Good idea man, she's been workning an awful lot lately" I can't believe my boyfriend just agreed to let one of his friends give his girlfriend a massage. I guess he thought Dez was just being nice. He trusted him, but I knew then his intentions were not innocent. He would probably get a bit touchy. Dez took my hand, and led me to the sectional. He sat down, and placed me on the floor facing away from him. He put his hands on my shoulders and begans to squeze just right. I followed his instructions as he told me where to move my head to give him access- I felt like jello in his hands. Dez moved from my shoulders to my neck and back again. For some reason I closed my eyes and let him work his magic. In the background I could hear the sounds of the guys and the game. "You smell so good" he heard whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes and the guys were still playing their game. When I didn't respond, Dez took it as an opening. He leaned forward and kissed me on the neck. My red hair was up, he took full advantage, kissing the back and side of my neck ever so tenderly. I was too frozen to move. Just then, the guys game ended. Dez pressed on, no longer just massaging, but fondling my neck, shoulders, arms and sides. When I did nothing to stop him, he began rubbing his hands up and down the sides of my body. "Hey Dan, Dez is making your life easier over there, you ought to pay him" "Yea man, thanks, Cherry has been putting in some long hours lately" The guys were taking a break to switch games, and were talking to us like normal, as their friend pawed me right in front of my boyfriend. Dez played along, pretending to be my boyfriend. "Its ok honey, don't let work stress you out" he said in a real silly tone. Then in front of them, he leaned down, and kissed me quick on the lips. Everyone started laughing. "He's got you down Dan." one of the guys chimed in. Little did they know that Dez was trying to make me hot, trying to break down my defenses. "Hey Cherry, let Big Daddy make it better for you" Dez said. All the guys laughed as he bent down again, and kissed me longer. When he stopped this time, he let me hair down and mussed it up a bit, then put his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips for a few seconds. When he let go I was breathing heavy hot as hell. The guys were cracking up, slapping knees and Dan was laughing harder than any of them. "You are too much man" Dan said. "Oh shit, the game is loaded, let's go" The guys went right back to their game as Dez went back to massaging me, this time licking my neck and brushing his hands against the side of my boobs. I could feel his erection as I leaned back to relax. When I did nothing to slow his advances, he turned my face in his hands and kissed me full on the mouth, this time sneaking in his tongue. I kissed him back full, too far gone to stop him. "What are you doing" was all I could get out before he pressed his mouth to mine again." Surely the guys could hear the sounds of our lips smacking and tounges mingling. "Dan is right here." I whispered, to silent for the guys to here. "Yea" Dez was groping my breasts now, his arms completely around me. "I love your big tits.....kiss me some more." I did as I was told, only to make myself hotter. When I came to realize this was getting out of control, I turned away to see if we were getting caught. But Dez was too quick, and bit my lower lip, pulling my head back towards him. "What about your girlfriend?" I managed to get out. "All I'm corcerned about right now is you". he continued, "Unlike some other person we know." I turned around, and Dan and his friends were so engrossed, they didn't see the liberties Dez was taking with my body. It made me hot to be so naughty with my boyfriend in the same room. Dez leaned down again, not even bothering to kiss me this time. He ust tounged my mouth, while moving one hand inside my dress, squezzing my braless tits and pinching my nipples. The other hand fell to my thighs, rubbing them with breathtaking intensity. I was helpless to his actions, captivated by his brazeness. "Let's go upstairs" "Are you crazy Dez." "No, we're going upstairs right now!" Dez stood up. Taking me once again by the hand. "Hey Dan, were going upstairs to complete the massage, I don't have enough room down here to do her right." When Dan actually looked up this time, I figured for sure he would put an end to all of this. "Sure thing man, its probably too loud down here anyway" I couldn't believe his naivety. I had my hair down, was sweating, my nipples were visibly hard, and one of my boobs was hanging halfway out of my dress. "See you guys after while" as he turned back to play his game. Dez led me to the stairs, "guiding" me by putting his hands all over my ass. I could't stop him if I wanted to, but now I didn't . He continued to rub between my ass cheeks as I went up each step slowly. Making it was hard, as Dez knocked me down several times, crawling all over my body, relentless in his kissing and groping. By the time we made it to the top of the stairs, Dez had his hand under my thong, rubbing my sopping wet pussy. When we entered the room, we didn't even bother with the pretense of the massage. Dez pulled the spaghetti strings of my dress down over my large breasts, and kept sliding it 'til I was naked, except for my underwear. He took a step back and locked the door, as I stood before him with a sheer yellow thong, moist with my juices. "Danny is out of his mind, to let you come up here with a guy like me." "I can't believe this is happening" is all I could say. "Take off your panties Cherry, I want to see all of you" As I pulled down the thong, there was a strand of of liquid from my pubic hair to the material. I felt embarassed and moist all at the same time. He removed his clothes, his muscular frame looked chiseled with his boxers doing little to conceal what looked to be a big dick. He came my way and backed me to the bed. When I bumped it to and began to recline, he pushed me hard and parted my thighs in one quick motion. Before I could do anything, his head was buried between my legs, sucking on my cunt like a man posessed. I let out a yell, no longer caring if my boyfriend and his pals could hear or not. It had been weeks since I had sex, months since Dan had taken the time to go down on me. Dez was devouring me, licking my clit and pinning my legs to the bed. The animalistic fashion in which he took me drove me crazy. When he began to chew on my clit, I started to climax. I grabbed the back of his head and held on for dear life. "Oh Dez that feels so fucking good, you're making me cum" They might not have been able to make out the words, but surely the guys downstairs could hear my moans. Dez responded with no words, but rubbed his face in my flesh as I thrust up to cream all over him. Not one to waste a good orgasm, Dez got up, pulled down his underwear, and relased a thick, hot cock. He buried it inside me, and I responded by wrapping my legs and thighs about him, excited as he kissed me and told me all the nasty things he was going to do to me. The old bed Dan and I had yet to replace began squeeking, even louder than when he and I had sex. Dez had apparently been bound and determined to get his dick in me, and dicking me right he was. "Who's fucking you good baby? Dez demanded. "You are Dez...you are" "You gonna cum for me baby? "Oh yea Dez, fuck me deep" He kept fucking me hard, and I clasped my ankles around his back. Now it was apparent that he was providing what I needed for such a long time.... a young girl with a clueless boyfriend. "Cum for me again Cherry, let it all out" "Oh yea Dez, give it to me" I screamed as the bed was now one big noise. This time when I came, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. It was like a series of blasts going off in my pussy, and I experienced a multiple orgasm for the first time in my life as a tear rolled down my cheek. I was far past caring as Dez reversed positions not missing a beat, and I found myself bouncing on top of his dick. I leaned forward to let him suck my nipples, and finally, I felt him shoot his load in me, triggering what I thouight was the last of my orgasms. "Go start a shower, I'll be right there" Dez knew I was past questioning him at this point. He didn't know, but nor did he care if Dan or his friends knew what was going on. He knew more than anyone in that house, that he could do what he wanted, and no one would think to question him. Most of all, he knew a girl like me wanted a guy like him, and after sex like that, I would do anything he said. I got up and headed towards the shower. My dress and thong laid in the same heap we left them in. Dez immediately followed and pushed me in the shower as I attempted to get the water on. Dez soaped my body, and told me to relax while he washed my hair. As he ran his hands through my it, I closed my eyes and realized that none of my boyfriends, including Dan, had ever thought to do such a thing for me. All the while, he kept telling me how beautiful I looked, and how horny I made him. When I opened my eyes, he put my hands down towards his dick. It was already hard again, and I got down on my knees to suck it. Dez and I spent the next thirty minutes fucking doggy style, with me plastered up against the shower wall, and finally with me pinned to the shower floor. We dried each other off, Dez still rubbing my pussy with the bath towel, until he got me off one last time. We got dressed, and I put on a change of clothes and headed downstairs with him. The guys were finally done with their games, and were packing up. "Feel better Cherry? one of them asked "As a matter of fact I do" "Good hands Dez" Dan added, as if he was complimenting some athletic move. "Ok, honey, try not to get too stressed while Big Daddy is in Europe, I'll be back for your next massage later" said Dez continuing his act. Then he once again took me in his arms and gave me a big kiss on the lips. The guys broke up again, laughing as the piled in their cars. Dan made his way upstairs, unaware of my hair being wet, our bed unmade, and my clothes lying on the floor. We're back to our normal routine...work, video games, and sex once a week or so. He's a good guy, honest, idealistic, we get along well, and he's actually fairly good in bed. But Dez in due back in four weeks. He knows my boyfriend and his friends have an impression of him. But he knows I know the real him, and worse that I like it. What is a girl to do? Game On: 01 We have lived a fantasy life for a long time and it doesn't seem to be changing any time soon. Do you know how you see that woman you have the hots for and she is so hot you want to just sit her back on her desk and sink your tongue as deep inside her pussy as you can get it? Like right now? This instant? Damn the consequences? I did just that hot woman wanting today. I thought about it all day for the last month, Several times a day. It was time to move. Jan and I have worked for the same company for several years. We like to play renegade colleagues. Since we both travel extensively and we are seldom in the main office at the same time we milk it for all it's worth when we are – pun intended. Today, I got back in town early and followed Millie, our office manager into Jan's office, smiling. Jan didn't look up while Millie put some papers on her desk until Millie cleared her throat. Jan looked up and there I was! Jan was so damn hot. I love to see her like others see her, when she is not aware I'm around. She had on a short black skirt and white gown with a vest. "You have a client, Jan!" Millie winked at her and reached back to rub my crotch lightly (which is another story). Jan's eyes lit up and twisted into a "what the fuck?!" look and she cocked her head to one side and then gave Millie a mock stern look. She peered over her glasses like only she can. But our two-week absence got the best of her. She hopped up and came around the desk and took both my hands, and looked in my face. "How did you get here for the weekend?" she asked. I just smiled. Millie didn't leave immediately. She stepped back and glanced out the door and down the hall both ways then turned back to me and lifted her eyebrows. "No one coming. Yet." She let her lips linger around the "yet" part. I lifted Jan up and planted a wet full mouth kiss on her, which met her equally hungry mouth, Millie's lingering presence notwithstanding. She unconsciously locked her legs around me and her crotch ground into mine. I set her down on the desktop suddenly and before she knew what I was about, I had my hands under her skirt and had her panties down around her ankles, without even disturbing her high heels. She gasped and looked alarmed at Millie, who just smiled, glancing out the door, and said, "Oh, still no one coming – yet!" Then Jan sort of got the idea this was not so innocent as it seemed. She cocked her head at me and gave me that, "you and Millie are in fucking cahoots" look and looked the same look at Millie, then shook her head with that "you two shall pay" look. But she did not, I repeat, did not get embarrassed, get mad, make Millie leave, or stop her heated movement into my personal space. By then I dropped to the chair in front of her and planted my mouth over her fantastic pussy. I held my mouth there for a few seconds for her to adjust from work to fucking, and then I began eating her wildly. Licking, nibbling, and chewing at her pussy lips and clit. Millie stood at the door with her arms crossed, eyebrows lifted, appearing coy and naïve, glancing up and down the hall with exaggerated head movements, but there was no mistaking it: she was getting hot watching what I was doing to Jan's cunt. What Millie did for the next few moments I have no idea, but she was very, very quiet. All I heard was Jan's breathing, hard, and that sloppy sound of my tongue on her and in her while she slid back and forth over that hard maple surface. Jan consumed herself with getting her cunt into my throat, using one sweet smelling, sweat-and-worn-perfume hand to hold onto the edge of her desk, and the other identically sweet smelling moist hand to jerk my hair back and forth, side to side while she tried to crawl inside my mouth. Two weeks without that sweet taste and smell and I was a brick wall, begging for her wildest gyrations, holding rock steady while she ground her pleasure into me. I looked into her phenomenal flushed face as directly as I could given my mouth was crushed inside her. Her short cropped hair bounced and slapped against her forehead and her strong, slender neck turned from side to side, naturally emulating a model's motions while she lost herself in her tonguing. Then she was there and froze for a few long seconds, pulling me so hard against her that my entire face ground into her bottom. I knew her well enough to keep tonguing as hard as I could. As long as she could hold still waiting for that magic trigger of hers, I could probe deep. My tongue would recover. And then there was that low guttural nasty sound she makes and she exploded into crushing cunt gyrations, squeezing my tongue completely out of her, flooding my face and her desk with her girl stuff, and then pulling me right back inside for lust-thrust after lust-thrust. "Fuck," she finally said. She shook her head a few quick tosses and her eyes crossed, then uncrossed, then crossed again before focusing a little, first on me, with that ship-launching smile that landed me in her love-wagon to start with, and then her eyes focused on Millie, and she giggled and shook her head again. "Fuck," she said again. "Just fucking fuck." She sighed, and looked down at me expectantly, wondering if we would continue as we normally do given that Millie was standing there, face-flushed, watching us like a porn dessert flick. Oh, yes, we would do what we always do. I rose quickly and ripped my slacks open, wasting the zipper and the top button, and let them fall to my ankles. Jan didn't even comment on my lack of underwear, having the plot pretty much figured out by now. I won't bore you with the bit about how my cock was fucking enormous, and already rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling, and oozing clear cum in strings. But, well, it was. I was inside Jan's body in what we always lovingly called a jan-o-second. Oh, Jan is tight, and firm, and still clenching maniacally, but we are both so wet and sloppy that our bottoms and tops are grinding against each other immediately. Deep, deep, deep. I say deep, deep I fucked my lover on her desktop with her best friend watching ravenously on a Friday workday at 1:05 PM. I pounded her and she me for long moments, well, long seconds, well, maybe two or three thrusts, then I broke into convulsions and did my own freezing moment before unleashing long stored waves of scalding boy stuff deep into her life. Oh, my God, I came and came and came, spilling, no gushing out of her cunt all over her desk, lubing her sliding ass so she could try harder to soak me up with her cunt and ass. When I could safely stand steadily for a second, and cleared my own vision, I looked into her face and just held her there, my happiest-of-happy-pictures picture. We locked each other into that look. We affirmed our adoration. Then we were right back to business, buddy. "And just what the hell else do I have left on my schedule for the rest of the day, Ms. Mata Hari Millie?" Jan asked, mock stern voice nonetheless warm with the continuing resolution between her legs. Jan took her us-soaked panties that I held out to her as naturally as I usually handed her quarterly reports, still using my wide eyed "what's the matter?" expression. She grabbed her panties out of my hand with almost convincing annoyance, and began trying to blot the delightful mess from both her overflowing pussy and her forever cum-christened desk-top. Then she seemed to start getting the rest of it. "And, Ms. Millie, since you are obviously so goddamn busy with important planning today, just exactly what do you have on your schedule the rest of the day?" Ah, Jan, Jan, Jan my darling. We are way ahead of you today, Millie and I. Millie, now standing there with her hands tucked behind her pleated skirt like a school girl on her first day of school, shrugged a sexy shrug and brought her hands from behind her back and extended them to Jan. In one hand she held three tickets to the national touring debut opening night of Mama Mia. In her other hand she held a key to the Baltimore Inner Harbor Hilton Hotel. "Oops," she said on cue, winking at me, "Damn. Just one key." "Hmmm," Jan said, looking businesslike as she fumbled with her bra, then gave up and simply stuffed it into her top drawer. "I am guessing, knowing you two, that I don't need to worry about how we're all going to get there. Or, like, sleeping arrangements." "Go. I have a one-thirty." Game On: 02 "So," Jan says sweetly into my kiss, totally naked beneath her sheer black short formal Mama Mia dress, her evening moistened panties, and whatever breast cover thing, bra...whatever, she may have on. Her clothes didn't throw me off in the least. I knew she was naked. Still, she arrested my hands as they descended to her thighs to lift the shroud from my desired touch-target. "I know you're in there, Jan. You can't fool me. Nor can you keep me out of yourself forever. Even for a Jan-o-second. So, let me just feel you up now. Come on, I messed her up earlier, I should fix her, hmmm?" "So," she continued, hands still firmly in place blocking my unfettered access to her girl bottom, lips dangling dangerously near mine, scent of a woman tickling my amygdala, penis perilously protruding hard against my pants. "So, mister boyfriend, whatever the fuck your name is, you took it upon yourself in your own absence from our own office to scheme with my best friend, who is also our office manager, to sneak into my office and fuck me in plain sight with her watching us, with the door wide open, with some of our prize clients wandering up and down my hallway to and from the bathroom? Am I getting close here?" She punctuated her interrogation by biting my lip with her cinnamon breath teeth. "Well," I spoke in slurred words through bite-closed lips, past her teeth, "I didn't know Millie was going to leave the door wide open. I told her I wanted YOU wide open. OUCH that left tooth marks. You're such a goddamn girl, biting!" "I also noticed," Jan lisped without releasing my lip, that when you snuck up on me, that same said best-friend-slash-office-manager Mata-fucking-Hari-Millie reached back and grabbed your dick before my very face like she knew exactly where to find it." Jan pushed her delicious fabric-covered naked tit nipples into my clothed sternum, requiring her to rise high to reach me on her maroon-dyed tippy toes, which toes I have nibbled for moments on end on occasion for her pleasure and my pleasure. "So? Did you recoil in horror when Millie grabbed your crotch in my office? No. You did not so much as flinch. You simply eased past her and took off my panties." "I kissed you first," I feebly alibi-offered. "Like this," I fired a quick kiss at Jan's mouth but missed and hit her cheek when she dodged. "So, male sperm donor. Are you fucking my best friend Millie?" "Jan, Christ! I was out of town for two weeks longing for a single sighting of your pouting pussy! So, it could hardly have been me fucking Millie in my own absence, could it? I mean, yes, of course, I'm enormous and long and all but Los Angeles to Dallas is quite a stretch." I smacked Jan's ass firmly to accentuate my point, hopefully leaving red finger marks. She wriggled appreciatively, but she did not smile. "Are you suggesting it was me, er that it was I, that fucked my own best friend while you were gone?!" Jan lifted her knee to just below my balls, neatly balanced and full to overflowing hanging far below my upward lifting boy tube thing. "Besides, so what if I did fuck Millie myself in your absence?" She went on. "So, you clandestinely connive with her to get us tickets to Mama Mia and a grand hotel view of Inner Harbor Baltimore, because you think you might get lucky and perhaps fuck both my best friend-slash-our-office-manager Millie and me together in the same fucking bed?" Her lovely lifted face dripped rapt righteousness. "Mister, what in the world makes you think I, or Millie, would ever do that sort of stuff, hmm? What could possibly possess you to think...that?" She drug out the "that" by dragging her lips, oozing spit, down my chin, licking my skin down my chest, my chest rendered increasingly naked as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt with red fingernails and followed the unbuttoning one lick at a time in front of her descending tongue, down my rock-hard (yes I said rock-hard) abs, and to a point just above the wet dime-sized slippery splotch on my slacks. But, damn it - no further. Instead of now ripping me out of my pants and slurping me wide-eyed into her mouth as she has been known to do, Jan talked more. "You fully believe we are going to knock on this door (she reached and tapped the door to indicate the penthouse's master bedroom door behind which Millie presumably was preparing for bed or whatnot), and we are going to open it, and step inside, and Millie, my best friend, is going to be lying in there naked or nearly so, and we are going to casually jointly traipse in there and fuck her and she us?" "Well," I shrugged and furled my eyebrows, "So shoot me if I did, sort of, maybe, okay wonder a little what that might be like...?" "Well, then, mister multiplicity. Shall we knock and enter?" "Okay," I muttered," but just to see if she's, like, okay and not lonely what with just having been all social hanging out with us all evening having fun and all and watching Mama Mia, and missing Ted." "Yeah," Jan nodded curtly and pursed her honey-sweet lips. "Hmmm, missing Ted. Now there's the point, isn't it? Hmmm, missing Ted. Sad. We should check on Ms. Millie." She kissed me a little too erotically to be innocent and knocked on the door. "Come in," Millie's voice, from just barely, barely, barely on the other side of the thin door, still rang innocent as she opened the door, holding over her tits (barely) her Victoria's Secret bra, not wearing it of course, and quickly dropping her hand from the door handle to hide her bare pussy, but failing to cover the one sliver patch of blond pussy hair shaved into a heart shape just above her girl thing. "Oops," she said, "I am SO embarrassed. But, please come on in, I was just getting so bored and lonely what with missing Ted and having been social with you guys all evening and watching Mama Mia and all." "Uh, Millie, I can appreciate that, but I really have to be straight with you," Jan started evenly. "But why now? I quipped to no response from either girl. "Millie, did I or did I not see you grab mister sneaky's dick (she patted my cock to show Millie which dick she was referring to) in my office before you stood watch for this guy (finger pointed between my eyes) at my open very important corporate office door while he defiled me, on my own desk, to the point of his ejaculation and mine? Want to talk a little about that?" "Mmmm..." Millie moved her eyes top right, then down to my cock, then top left, then back to Jan. "No, not really. I think I'm good." Jan was non-deterred. "Do you really want to fuck my lover, Millie? I mean do you really want his cock? After we've been friends all these years?" "Wait, don't answer that...just...yet," Jan said quietly and evenly as she stepped toward Millie and pushed her to sit on the bed, and then pushed her further back up toward the pillows, sliding Millie's exquisite ass across those lucky 300-thread-count cotton sheets, toward the mahogany framed headboard with two convenient sturdy bedposts. "Let me think about this." Jan lowered her face directly to Millie's pussy and held her mouth there, breathing lightly into Millie's cunt, patiently waiting for Millie to shiver and moan. Millie did that for her in just a very few seconds. Then Jan edged her tongue forward across her red lips and started lapping at Millie's slowly engorging pussy, teasing the nicest clear lotion out of Millie, inviting Millie's fingers to come down and wrap in her short hair, doing much to Millie's pussy what I had done to Jan's pussy only a few hours earlier when the game was first on. "Is this what you'd like my guy to do with you Ms. Ambush-your-boss-with-your-boss's-own-boy-toy?" "Oh," was all Millie could say. "I reckon. Yes. Oh." I, at this juncture, saw my opportunity to naked-ize my own sex-toy soul-mate and I carefully slid onto the bed behind Jan and gently eased her arms, one at a time, out of the straps of her black Mama Mia gown, and then with her helping me by lifting one knee at a time, I successfully eased her out of those problematic panties. Yes. As I suspected, she was naked the whole damn time. But now it was much more obvious. In what I considered the ultimate display of forgiveness and acceptance of our current karmic need to fuck her and her best friend, Jan moved her delectable ass and cunt in circles, large slow circles, mesmerizing, hypnotizing circles, inviting my mouth to taste, no - maybe more than my mouth - but, just to be on the safe side, first my mouth. I lowered my face nearer and nearer her girl pussy, literally drooling to put my tongue back where I had it at 12:59 PM this very afternoon, then... "Wait!" Jan leapt to her elbows so fast I almost tumbled off the bed. The distraught orgasm-interrupted groan from Millie at Jan's sudden suction-cessation almost irreparably broke my heart. Jan leapt to her feet on top of the bed, then leapt off the bed like a cat. She popped over to her overnight bag. She dug a few seconds, eyes raised to the ceiling as her hands rummaged, right before our disbelieving eyes, which eyes disbelieved more yet when she triumphantly produced not one, not two, not three, but - you got it - four pairs of handcuffs. Real handcuffs. Brass handcuffs. Never-seen-velvet-or-lace handcuffs. Jan's expression was nothing if not cutely cunning and playful when she came toward us brandishing the brass. "You," she looked at me, "want to fuck her (she looked at Millie) and you (again at Millie) want some other girl's guy's cock (back at my dick). Well?" "Jesus, Jan, Millie moaned, "I don't really give a dastardly damn who fucks me right now, or with whose dick. You were actually doing great yourself. With Ted gone I've been cooking dinner and fixing drinks for his fucking golf clubs trying to get lucky! Help me out here." "Right then. Game on, girlfriend and cheating-ass lover of mine, let the games begin. Let's play." We watched not a small bit intrigued as Jan pulled me to Millie, twisted me next to Millie on my back, pulled one of my arms up around Millie's shoulder in that (shudder) cuddle position, though still tolerable considering it was Millie whose bare shoulder my arm was around. Then she clamped my around-Millie wrist to Millie's outside arm across-her-tits-and-my-chest wrist. Can you picture this? Then she clamped my inner ankle to Millie's inner ankle. Interesting. The last cuff must be for Jan. "But, baby, please, I plead like a toddler, "I can't reach her...her..." "Her pussy with your cock, your ENORMOUS cock? I know. I know. Bear with me one...second." She clamped that one last cuff to the cuff binding my leg to Millie's leg and then attached its chain to the foot of the bed, while idiots Millie and me watched with naive fascination. "And now," Jan said, panting a bit from exertion, "what's even more important (pant). Not only can you not reach her (pant) pussy. Guess (pant) what? You also can't - how should I say it? Ah, yes, the word is: Escape." If facial expressions shared between conniving sex thieves could say "uh oh," Millie's and mine screamed, "oh, shit" at the top of their lungs. How the fuck did we.... "Yes, my pretties," Jan did her best Wicked Witch of the West, "you may certainly fuck one another silly if you must. And you may both at some point even have the glorious experience of fucking me, individually or together - but ONLY, given that you have both been hideously conniving low-life scheming intercourse-interlopers - ONLY, I say..." And she stood slowly and walked to the bathroom door. "I repeat ONLY after...." She took the door handle. "...I..." She flung the door open with a flourish, "Fuck the eternal daylights out of...!" "TED!!!" Millie and I both screamed at the same time at Ted standing in the bathroom door smiling and shaking his head. We both broke into hysterical laughter so hard that even juvenile "I'll-show-you-by-God" Jan doubled over with laughter, bringing Millie's darling Ted out of his potty-room exile by the hand. "Sure, you laugh now, Toto and friend," she disdainfully witched at Millie and me, but you get to watch she (me) who you thought it wise to tease and deceive with a secret homecoming by my much-missed fuck machine, never dreaming that I might brandish my own platinum American Express card and...do exactly the same with Millie's much-missed secret homecoming fuck-machine." She cleared her throat, "Uh, that would be Ted. Not his putter." Jan took a three to five second commercial break from the drama to let Ted walk over and kiss Millie, who was shrieking and sobbing a little with excitement, kicking her legs up and down, dragging my chained leg with hers, thrilled to have him back from Europe a week earlier than planned for this glorious Halloween weekend in Baltimore, Maryland, USA. Ted kissed Millie deeply and hugged her the best he could through her shackles until evil Jan pulled him back and sat Ted plump down on the ottoman directly in front of us, facing us, where she quietly started humming and began to slowly remove Ted's clothes. Millie and I looked at each other, shook our heads and rolled our eyes at our predicament, winced, grimaced, and settled in for the show we knew was coming. Jan didn't disappoint. First, she leaned down, beautiful taut bottom facing directly toward us to observe, to untie and slowly remove Ted's Italian designer shoes and business black socks. To do this she obviously needed to arch her back and lift her game-glistening naked pussy and ass toward us, and to move it in her signature sexed concentric circles, weaving my favorite dessert before my eyes and Millie's like it was a chocolate cheesecake smeared on lips, or whatever sounds good to you. "God, Jan," Millie pursed her lips and nodded her appreciation. "Wow." Ass continuing to circle to attract its prey, Jan let her face descend down into Ted's elevating lap, presumably so she could reach and finish removing his shoes and socks. Of course, she angled just so to make sure we could fully see her lips lying alongside Ted's fabric-covered cock, and we drooled with her as she drooled spit out the side of her mouth like a kid asleep at her desk in grade school. This moisture merged with Ted's leaking happy-lube and it created a spectacular visual that I'm not sure I'll ever forget. Nor will Ted. While her mouth was so close to his cock already, Jan capitalized on the opportunity to slide his zipper flap open with her tongue and grasp and unzip his zipper with her teeth. Millie and I both strained our necks as far upward as our idiot chained positions would allow so we could see just exactly how Jan managed to do this. Of course, there was no underwear on Ted. Duh. Who did we think arranged this pay-back game scenario? Ted's cock (truly enormous I must admit) sprang through the newly opened freedom gap, nearly striking Jan in the eye, and grazing her cheek enough to leave a trail of slick, shiny welcome stuff. Through it all, to Ted's credit, he never took his eyes off Millie. And, I'll never admit this out loud, but of course I never took my focus off Jan. Now, and only now, did Jan slide around to the back of the ottoman and turn her desperately intoxicating eyes, peering over Ted's shoulder, to Millie and I, glowering at us the error of our ways, punishing our impudence at secretly getting her laid a week earlier than planned. How dare we secretly conspire and arrange for her to have her very own secret surprise office-fuck? It was obviously the secret-from-her aspect that got us into this pickle. Evil doesn't begin to describe my Jan's paybacks. Her voluptuous ice-rubbed purposefully-plumped lips (using ice from the ice-bucket she had strategically placed next to the fuck-stage) hovered barely a centimeter above Ted's reaching cock, but did not...quite...reach...the cock. Millie whimpered. I just developed a massive fucking hard on. "Wait." Jan paused. " We're better than them, er better than they, Ted. Aren't we...? We don't sink to their level of open cheating, do we...?" "Um, Jan. I'm afraid I have to disagree," Ted said with not much breath left in his voice. "I...I honestly suspect we're pretty much scum like they are." He raised his lap toward her mouth in semi-jest, but Jan deftly pulled away like a girl matador lifting her red cape away from the bull's horns at the very last instant. "Ted!" Millie scolded. "You are better than us and you know it! Put that thing down this instant!" Jan, my adored spirit-bride, nonplussed, slid her red flushed cheek up along Ted's cock and then eased her soft skin all the way up his torso, one unbuttoned button at a time, cheek tracing finger nail, wet spit smile following gaping shirt opening trail. "Kill me now," muttered Millie. "Fucking kill me now." Now Jan stood and moved directly behind Ted's back, chin hanging on his shoulder, and parted his unbuttoned shirt, dragging scarlet fingernails across his taut man nipples, erect as little towers despite their manliness. I tried to imagine what Millie must be seeing, as I was soaking in Jan's visual. Millie's naked man framed by my succubus bride, being peeled like the petals of a tulip, or a banana, exposing his gym-seasoned stomach, his cock urgently at attention, splitting her view of his chest into two equal nipple-centered scenes. My girl's delicately painted nails tickling his guy-tit and providing an artistic splash of crimson against his bronzed chest color. Nice for Millie. Nice. Jan, thank you for that. My eyes meanwhile, of course, were pretty much fixated where Jan wanted them -- on her tit curvature, her naked breasts smashed against Ted's shoulder and neck, grinding into his face as she tortured Millie and me using Ted's body. Then she did the unthinkable. Jan, my Jan, our Jan, everybody's Jan, the Jan we all know and sometimes (usually) love, did the unthinkable. She relented. She let his wet oozing dick head slip right past her extended tongue, grazing her tongue only slightly as it ascended past her face, without catching it in her teeth, as she would have my enormous cock. She slowly pulled Ted to his feet by his lat muscles and carefully steered him, ever so slowly, toward the bed. She steered and pushed him toward Millie his girl and crawled along behind him, urging him forward with her tits. She reached around Ted and took his dick, uselessly pointing at the ceiling away from Millie's mouth, and aimed it at Millie's lips for her convenience. Millie murmured and engulfed Ted like his cock was a baby being born in reverse. She drew him deep into her mouth and surrounded his cock shaft nerves with her tongue and inner cheeks, sucking as hard as she could, leaving the imprint of his cock so tight against her white taut cheeks that Jan and I could almost see his veins in bas relief through Millie's cheek. "Fuck," I said. I couldn't keep the starvation out of my face gazing into my darling's grinning face as she observed her work in progress. "No! (barely a glance glimmer at me) You get nothing yet, buddy boy. You're not off the hook yet. Millie's my best friend. I'll help her. You - stay." She helped Millie indeed by holding Ted's cock and pointing it where Millie could work it. When Millie took him deep and Jan could let go for a few sucking seconds, she stroked Ted's sides, then Millie's, then Ted's again, then her own, then once, in a second of unconscious weakness, mine, but then she quickly recovered and withdrew her fingers from me. There it was. From the tiniest corner of her eye, Jan dart-glanced down at me for a Jan-o-second and leaked only a glimmer of a half-wink at me. All I ever, ever needed, or need. The whole bed shook when Ted gasped and went rigid. Seconds, well, maybe two, of frozen stillness, then he lurched and gasped and exploded out of Jan's grasp and a gallon or two of white thick stuff burst from his body and crashed into his lover's face and into her mouth and all through her hair. As he kept firing jolt after jolt, the waves diminished to the point his stuff shot just far enough to slope down straight into Millie's open mouth. Game On: 02 Jan, ever the delighted child, giggled and smiled her real smile, trembling with building excitement at this love fest she had created being enacted only inches from her face. Millie had one eye shut with a dollop of thick white boy stuff under that eye, her remaining eye open watching the stuff cascade out of the body she craved so. Jan lovingly reached down to Millie and carefully dabbed and wiped the semen stuff away from Millie's eyes, so Millie could open both her eyes. Jan offered her messy fingers to Millie to lick. Millie eagerly accepted and licked Jan's fingers almost clean, then smiled her own wicked smile up at Jan and raised her eyebrows in challenge. Jan accepted and coated her own lips with what was left of Ted's mess. She turned to me to shrug and show off her shiny lips. "Hey!" was all I could say, frowning. But it wasn't very loud or at all convincing. Ted finally collapsed on top of Millie to recover his enormous self for her upcoming entertainment. Jan quietly got up and somehow found four keys in her bag and unclamped all but the one cuff holding my wrist. She took the cuff freed from Millie and clamped it to her own wrist, binding her to me. Then my Jan settled onto my torso, sliding her tit nipples to line up perfectly with my tit nipples, then crushed all four tit nipples together in a culinary show of force. She struggled back and forth across my dick with her churning cunt, probably still coated all along her insides with my early afternoon sperm, trying to light some fire by rubbing two skins together. At first she was just too tight and too churning down there, but the more she ground herself on top of me, the better we fit, the more we merged, and suddenly I gasped and she sobbed when I pierced through her drama and slid through that muscular gauntlet band of pussy muscle nerve right there centimeters inside her body, at her opening that I'll dream of every seven minutes during every day until I'm at least ninety. I fucked Jan. Jan fucked me. Over and over we repeated the ritual, mostly oblivious to Millie and Ted, who were turned toward us cheek to cheek, watching in wonder as we yet once again wrote and signed our deepest vows of commitment with pens of penis and pussy and strokes of flesh and fluid. I swear I don't remember coming. I only seem to remember disappearing somewhere into Jan. She folded me up and stuffed me inside her body over and over, then wrung me out after each immersion and pulled me out again by my shoulders. She Christmas-wrapped me in her sinewy muscles and silky flesh and shoved me in and out of her soaked stocking until all our gifts were duly delivered. Or so went my delirious vision in that delicious dream, shattered all to hell when Jan's perky voice erupted into the quiet low lamplight, making us all jump out of our skin. "So, fuck with me will you?!" Jan, back to Wicked Witch of the West, exclaimed, fist raised, smirking, challenging, gloating, triumphant, sex lingering at her lips, patting Ted's leg, clutching mine. Millie, Ted and I looked at her all freshly slumber-wakened, a little fearful, but overall overwhelmingly curious. We looked back at each other, shrugged, looked back at Jan as one, and said simultaneously: "Okay. Sure! "Game on!" Game On My name is John and I work part time as manager/barman at my local private squash club. I am 22 years old, having just finished university, and am deciding what to do with the rest of my life. Last Monday (the quietest night at the club) I was just preparing to close up when a lady member turned up. Her name is Gemma and she is an absolute stunner – about 25 years old, 5'8" tall, slim but curvy figure long blonde hair (in a pony tail) and extremely beautiful. I had only seen her a couple of times before from a distance but she was one of those people who you could see every mans eyes following as she walked into a room. She walked up to me (the only person left in the club) and asked if I had seen her friend Sophie who she had agreed to play a game with half an hour earlier but she had been held up in traffic. I told her that I did not know Sophie but that I was the only person left in the club. She looked quite cross and then looked at me and asked if I would play her as she didn't want to waste her journey and had been really looking forward to a game. I quickly agreed as it was not often I had the chance to spend time with such a gorgeous woman – and I was already wearing a tracksuit with shorts and t-shirt underneath. We went down to the court and started to play. It was difficult to stay concentrated as Gemma looked fantastic in a pair of very tight white shorts and white squash shirt which allowed her curvy breasts to bounce around very nicely when she was playing. This probably explained why I quickly found myself 2 games down and I gave myself a talking to and tried to get back into the game, which I duly did levelling at 2 all in our best of 5 match. While we had played we had been getting on very well, both of us flirting with each other. Several times when handing me the ball Gemma had left her hand on mine for a little longer than necessary and I am sure that she had also bent over deliberately in front of me a couple of times giving me a splendid view of her sexy bum and the faint outline of a white g-string underneath her shorts!! At the end of the 4th game we took a short time-out for a drink and with a sparkle in her eye Gemma asked if I wanted to make the deciding game more interesting. I asked what she had in mind – thinking that maybe the loser pay for a meal – and was stunned when she suggested that every time we lost a point we had to take a piece of clothing off!! I was obviously interested (indeed my cock twitched at the thought of it) but rather than appear too eager I said that in principle that was fine but what if she had more clothes on than me!! She said that she had 8 items of clothing (including trainers and socks) and I said that counting the sweatband around my wrist I had the same!! We therefore agreed and it didn't need my maths degree to work out that with a squash game being the first to 9 points one of us would be playing the last point totally naked!! Also as all 4 games had been fairly close I was hopeful that even if I lost I would be seeing much more of Gemma than I could at the moment. I had never been so nervous as at the start of that game and soon found myself 3-0 down. The sweatband had gone first, followed by a shoe. If anyone has tried playing squash in socks you will know why I next quickly removed my sock rather than my other shoe as I was slipping everywhere. With a bit more grip I managed to win my serve back and won my first point – it was great watching Gemma take her first shoe off and throwing it into the corner near the front wall. She also found it difficult getting grip with her sock but made the mistake after losing the next point of removing her other shoe. Very soon she had lost 4 consecutive points and was barefoot – the game was soon to get a lot more interesting. The next point was very hard fought, serve changing hands several times, before I managed to scramble to my 5th point. Gemma faced me and very slowly removed her shirt – it was amazing to see her tits wobble in her white bra as she pulled the shirt over her head. I was obviously distracted playing against a beautiful woman who had just taken her shirt off and I lost my serve and the next 2 points to also be barefoot. With the score standing at 5 all we both had 3 items of clothing left. Gemma won her 6th point and I suddenly found myself with just my shorts and pants left to lose. Gemma smiled at me and slowly ran her fingers down my chest saying how she loved my body and as I found it difficult concentrating Gemma soon found herself leading 7-5 and me taking my shorts off. So there I was in just my pants (and the beginnings of an erection starting to be quite obvious as I was getting very excited). I tried to put all the sexy thoughts of where this might finish out of my mind and managed to win my service back. Another hard fought point saw me get to 7-6 and I had the delicious sight of Gemma bending over in front of me as she slowly slid her shorts down her legs. She was wearing a white thong which emphasised her beautifully rounded bum cheeks and as she turned round after throwing her shorts with her other clothes the tight v at the front of her thong was a fanastic sight. My erection could not now be hidden as it was pushing out the front of my underpants and Gemma cheekily stroked my cock through them saying she was looking forward to getting them off. Despite this I managed to win the next point and Gemma faced me as she reached behind her to unfasten her bra. As she removed it her wonderful tits sprang free – with the erect nipples showing that she was also aroused by the game we were having. It seemed that neither of us wanted to lose the next point as serve changed hands several times with my hard cock wobbling in front of me as Gemma's tits did the same. I loved watching her reach up to smash the ball as her tits were beautifully exposed and it must have been this that meant it was me who finally lost the next point. Gemma smiled at me and said that she would remove my pants. She knelt down in front of me and slowly pulled them down my legs, releasing my cock which sprang to its full 7 inch length being as hard as I have ever known. She gave it a quick kiss on the end and we prepared to play the next point – which could be the last. Despite my total nakedness and the very unusual feeling of playing squash with my hard cock on show, I managed to win the next point and it was my turn to kneel in front of Gemma to remove her thong. I also slowly pulled this down to be rewarded with the gorgeous site of her pussy that had just a thin "runway" of blond hair in the middle. I also gave her a quick kiss and was just standing up when we heard a voice from the viewing gallery above asking what was going on!!! I was shocked but Gemma seemed less bothered – it turned out that her friend Sophie had finally arrived and finding the club empty had come to the courts to see if anyone was around. She had been watching for the last 2 or 3 minutes, watching the last few points of the game and our final striptease!! I soon relaxed as I realised Sophie was not going to report us – indeed she soon made it apparent that she wanted to join the action!! She came down to the court and I was quite happy for us to join us – she was a brunette with her hair cut in a bob. She was quite short, probably no more than 5 feet, and had a slim body which made her tits look ample!! Gemma and I stood side by side as she walked in – we must have looked a sight, totally naked, quite sweaty but with my cock fully erect!!! Sophie walked up to Gemma and gave her a long kiss – tongues were being used and Sophie hands were stroking Gemma's bum and tits. I couldn't believe my eyes and both the girls must have noticed my stunned expression as they burst out laughing and Sophie said she did not want me to feel left out and gave me an equally sexy kiss with her hand gently stroking my cock at the same time. Gemma said that wasn't fair as she had not even kissed me yet, but she soon put that right with an equally sexy kiss and again my cock was rewarded with another (firmer) stroke. While Gemma kissed me Sophie started to quickly undress and we both watched as she took off her shirt, very short squash skirt, bra and thong to reveal a perfectly formed body. Together Gemma and Sophie looked magnificent – one tall one short, one blonde one brunette, one with long hair one short hair but both with perfectly proportioned bodies, nice size tits and beautiful faces. We decided to retire to the ladies changing rooms in case any unexpected visitors arrived and I was immediately treated to seeing Gemma and Sophie go down on each other in a 69. I had never been in a threesome before although it had long been my number 1 fantasy. Very soon Gemma started to breath heavily and it was not long before she started to cum loudly as Sophie's tongue ran over her clit and her fingers probed her love hole! To give Gemma time to recover I took her place, tasting Sophie's sweet pussy for the first time as she ran her tongue up and down my cock. Sopie was obviously close to coming and as I concentrated on her hard clit she started so squeal with an massive orgasm. I was gently rolled onto my back and had the intense pleasure of both girls performing oral sex on me at the same time. They took turns to take my whole length into their mouths whilst the other licked my balls or stroked me and they seemed to know when I was close to coming as they eased off to let me recover. Gemma then positioned her pussy over my cock and slowly lowered herself until I was fully impaled onto her cunt. She then began to ride me, slowly at first and then more quickly until I couldn't hold back any longer and shot what felt like gallons of cum into her wet crack. That was not the end of the night – Sophie also insisted I fuck her when I had recovered and there was a lot more girl on girl action for me to enjoy – it was great watching them lick my spunk from each others pussy!! We never did finish the game of squash but I have met both girls (individually and together) since and they say they have other friends who also want to meet me – I can't wait!! Game On Slightly startled, I turned when I heard his voice. I didn't expect to hear any English as the couple and their son at the gas pump behind me were speaking excitedly in Japanese. I started laughing as he attempted to show them how to work the credit card. If I was staring, I certainly don't remember. He was long and lean, with short blond hair and dark eyes crinkling to bit of mirth around the corners. Mid thirties I thought, perhaps a bit younger. A very attractive man, but it's the mischievous look that always captures my attention. Eyes like those beg for a tease. Without missing a beat as he replied in a language they could not understand, his eyes slowly traversed the length of my body, stopping briefly in a way of assessing and taking stock. He lifted his head and nodded ever so slightly, flashing a grin as if to say he liked what he saw. Slightly embarrassed but highly intrigued by the way he grazed my body so carefully, I found myself thinking that one good turn deserved another. He had returned to his car to fill his tank. He was facing me, one hand holding the pump, the other on his hip. I was still smiling as I spotted the washer fluid half way between us. I sauntered over and carefully placed my feet far enough apart to comfortably bend at the waist while I grabbed the handle of the wiper. My spaghetti strapped low cut top, now gaping at the front, showed just enough of my smallish breasts and the distinct line between tanned and creamy white flesh. Still bent over, I hesitated, and raised my head to meet his eyes before lifting the wiper from the watery bin and grabbing a clean blue cloth from the holder. I wanted him to know this was solely for his pleasure. As our eyes locked, I realized he fully appreciated the game. I flashed a grin his way as I stood up and returned to my car. Carefully retracting the driver's side wiper, I raised myself on tiptoe and bent over the hood of the car as I stretched to reach the middle of the windshield; knowing full well my already short skirt would ride a bit higher on my thigh giving him clear view of the back of my leg. My skirt rose higher and higher as I purposefully stretched farther over the car, hoping for enough of a view to imply my panty-less habit. It's a pose every man loves, taught leg muscles, a round ass projected outwards, a slight sway in the back, and shoulders thrown back just enough to push breasts forward and up. The only things that would make a pose like this any more sexually blatant would be stiletto heels and garter belt with black seamed stockings. If there was ever a time I wished for my random sex with a stranger fantasy to come true, it was then. I could feel the wetness dripping down my leg. The heat of my now swollen pussy had spread upwards causing a noticeable tightness in my belly. I shivered unexpectedly, feeling a bit chilled as a sudden breeze nipped at my bare ass. Without looking back, I flipped the wiper back into position and walked to the other side of the car. I was still facing away from him but now the lower half of my body obscured from his view. There wasn't much more I could do short of dropping the wiper and bending over to flash him. In another location where the view would be his alone, I might have considered an action that brazen. As I pretended to be absorbed at the task at hand but now wondering if he was still behind me, I saw his car rounding the corner of the pumps in my direction. With the wiper still in hand I turned, leaned my hip against the car and crossed my legs in an obviously daring gesture. I locked on to his eyes and tracked his progress towards me. He slowed almost to a stop and averted his eyes to traverse my body again as if he could see me standing naked before him. Again he inclined his head, deeper this time, and grinned before driving away. I've kept my eye out for that dark, late model mustang this week, wondering if he's local or just happened to stop here in town for gas that day. Sure would ride that stick shift if I ever got the chance. Yes indeed, one good turn deserves another. Game On She turned her back to him. Her pulse was jumping and her hands were threatening to tremble, but she was determined to play it cool. He hadn't even touched her yet, but he had turned that smoldering gaze in her direction. She'd never met anyone that smoldered before and it was enough to send her knees into melt down. Determined to play the game as well as him, she tossed a coy look over her shoulder before peeling away her t-shirt. She shimmied her jeans over her hips, making a show of bending over to push them off. Taking a breath for courage, she turned to face him. He was leaning against the bed. He looked utterly relaxed. The smooth rise and fall of his chest, the easy posture... If it weren't for the heat pooling in his eyes, she would have judged him unaffected. Eyes on his, she reached around to flick open the clasp of her bra. Hoping to appear the playful seductress, she prolonged the tease; letting the straps fall and the cups flirt with her nipples before dropping it to the floor. She decided to leave her panties on. He liked knowing he got them wet, after all. His gaze tracked her as she slid onto a corner of the mattress. God, if he continued to watch her like that, she might cum from that alone. "Your turn." Her voice sounded breathy and low. She would have blushed if she weren't so riveted by him. He didn't play. He simply tugged his shirt over his head, unbuttoned his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. And he was already hard. Full and erect and mouth watering. She swallowed a whimper. He moved onto the bed as well, the corner opposite her. Again, he simply watched her, waited. This was her game, she knew, and that meant it was her move. Her hands were trembling now. They shook as she slid them over her body. She touched her lips, stroked down her throat. Her fingertips rounded the swell of her breasts. His breath caught. Just the tiniest of intakes, but she heard it. She repeated the motion, tracing the slope, rolling over her nipples. She lingered a moment longer before directing her questing fingers lower. She slid a hand across her belly, over her hips. Slowly and deliberately, she slipped them under the waistband of her panties. He made a small sound, almost a growl. She answered with a little moan of pleasure. Her fingers dipped lower. She was wet, shamelessly wet. And it felt incredibly good. Her eyes drifted closed as she traced over her clit and between her thighs. She opened her eyes, dragging her gaze over him. He had started to touch himself too. Just his fingertips, tracking over the length of his cock. She brought her damp fingers to her lips, tracing them over her lower lip before sucking them into her mouth. He muttered something under his breath. She didn't quite catch it, but she was certain it was profane. His fingers tightened briefly, but he still kept his touch light. She wanted more, she wanted him to lose his grip on that impressive control. She lifted her hips, took her time removing her panties. She spread her thighs in a blatant show. Again, she pressed her fingers into the wet warmth. That slow, sweet ache of arousal was twisting, building. She arched her back, ran her hand back up her belly to caress her breasts. It wasn't enough. She lifted her hips into her touch, a slow, rhythmic rocking. Still not enough. His fingers were curled around his shaft, stroking faster than before. And his breathing was a bit ragged. She wanted him to give in first, to cross the bed, to touch her. She watched his fingers move, playing over his cock, tugging on his balls. Riveted, she picked up his rhythm. She moaned, his name trembling on her lips. She slid down, inched just a bit closer to him on the bed. She spread her legs for him. It was brazen and shameless and it made her feel delectable. Running her fingers over her inner thighs, she arched her back. She teased herself as well as him. Her fingertips skimmed the upper most part of her thighs, over the damp skin of her pussy, dancing around her clit. Another whimper tumbled from her lips. She moved two fingers back to her core. She pressed them slowly inside, deep. Another oath sounded from the other side of the bed. A smile tugged on her lips. He liked it. A little rush of something akin to power scrambled over her. The ability to arouse him added fuel to her desire. She wriggled a bit so she could see him. He was tense. The muscles in his abdomen were tight and his jaw was clenched. One hand still played over his erection, the other gripped the footboard. She wanted to bait him, push him to lose his grip on his control. Watching him, she licked her fingers once more. She rolled to her hands and knees, facing away from him. Angling herself so she could watch his reaction, she slipped her fingers between her thighs, back into the sweet wet. She stroked deep inside her, then withdrew to rub over her clit. The bed dipped. The mattress shifted and then his hands were on her. He stroked over her back, down to her hips, over her ass. His touch was possessive, dominant, hungry. He leaned over her, hands streaking around to cup her breasts, his mouth pressed kisses against the back of her neck. The tip of his cock pressed against her. She moaned. This is what she wanted. She pressed back against him, just a little. He thrust into her, hard and fast. The pressure, the sensation of him filling her was nearly enough to send her over the edge. Every little pull and thrust made her quiver. She matched his rhythm, begged him for more. The tight, searing coil of release began to twist inside her gut. She whispered his name. His fingers tightened on her ass, pulling her harder into him. Her back arched, her hands fisted in the sheets. Giving into her need, she let the orgasm course through her. He clutched her to him, pumped harder, deeper, possessing her completely. Just as her body began to calm, his release began; pulsing and throbbing inside her. It sent her over again and she quivered helplessly in his arms. He tugged her down to the bed with him, still joined. He tucked her against him and held her while their pulses slowed. Nuzzling at the hair at her nape he whispered, "You win."