0 comments/ 24229 views/ 1 favorites Playing Fair is Over-rated By: Coots It was Mike's first weekend back from college. He'd been away for nearly six months, and things had changed a great deal. He'd left Bayonne as an immature boy, and now he was returning a man, somewhat wizened in the ways of the world. A lot of that he owed to Debbie, wild, passionate Debbie, with her almond eyes, tight frame, and insatiable love of life. She had this sort of 'fuck me' gleam in her smile that he never could resist. He loved her from the moment she first cast that smile in his direction, and over the next four months, he learned what love meant, with all the passion and pain it entails. She'd taken him for a wild ride, loved him and left him, in that short span. He'd truly lived a lifetime in that four months, and now, coming home, he remembered her fondly, with hardly a touch of bitterness. His family had moved away shortly after Mike went to college, but he wasn't here for them. Home was where his friends were, the friends he'd shared all his life with up until he left, they were who his missed most and he he'd come home to see. Mike was staying on his friend John's couch in the meantime, and paying his way by buying the beer. It was a good arrangement. He went the one place he knew he'd see the old gang, the Broadway Billiards, where he'd always shot pool with his friends. It was like a second home to him, and as he and John walked in the door, he let out a slight sigh of relief, nothing had changed in the least. As if by prior arrangement, there were many of the people he'd hoped to see. Tommy still hustling quarters, Joe still flirting w/ anyone and everyone, and Annie, still being a slut (word was, she'd gone down on more men in the bathroom then even she could count). It was good to be back. Hours passed and Mike shot game after game (even after all this time, he still didn't have to pay), and more of the old gang came in, maybe cause they heard he'd be back this weekend. Mike was lining up a particularly hard shot, sighting down the stick to and preparing to sink the eight, when just as he took the third stroke w/ his cue, he felt someone reach in and grab his ass. He jumped, miscued and flung the cue ball off the table and past John's head, barely missing him. Mike angrily turned around to discover a beautiful petite girl looking up at him w/ pouting lips and hard eyes. "you never called" she said. At first it took Mike a second to register who this was and why she was grabbing his ass. Standing before him was a prettier version of his ex, Nicole. Nicole had always had potential, but she was always too inhibited for Mike, his leaving for college had ended their relationship, but he had no regrets. She had been a little chubby, with glasses, and less-then-perfect skin. Always too smart for her own good, and never willing to show off what she had. This women was entirely different, she must have lost weight, and gotten contacts, because this 5ft. beauty had the perfect build. Her pert C cup breasts stood out from a tight, low cut blouse, demonstrating just enough cleavage to pull your eyes down, where the fabric just hinted at the hard nipples underneath. Her long hair had been cut short and died black so that it feel just to her shoulders, and those hard eyes were now a vibrant green, and they not-so-patiently demanded an answer. "Uh…" "Oh, you jerk, come here"…and she jumped into Mike's arms and gave him a big hug. It was good to see her again, and Mike couldn't help feeling her nipples press into his chest as she hugged him or her warm breath on his neck. His body responded accordingly, and he quickly disengaged from the hug before Nicole could feel his growing erection. "Nicole, what the hell, you've changed", to which she just smiled. "Let me introduce you to my boyfriend" she said "Mike, this is Jim, Jim, Mike." Mike's heart sank into his chest. Jim was easily a foot taller then him, and twice as wide. He had tattoos that looked like he got them in prison, and he looked at Mike like he was a piece of trash. 'so much for that' thought Mike. Nicole was oblivious to his distress, or else relishing in it, Mike couldn't tell which, but she suggested a game and he could only agree. John opted out, he was visibly enjoying the whole situation (the jerk) and Jim just sat on the side lines and glowered. So Nicole racked up, and as she bent over the table Mike caught a glimpse of her breasts hanging low in her blouse, and then caught a glimpse of Jim watching him. Mike prepared himself mentally for a difficult night and began the game. It went badly from the start. Every chance she got Nicole would brush against him or lean provocatively on the edge of the table, showing off her supple tight little ass or the perfect curves of her body. She had changed, the old Nicole was never such as tease, and she never showed off her body like this. Mike had the advantage of being able to picture her naked, as they'd had sex before. It was always pretty basic, missionary style, and since he was so inexperienced and she so inhibited, it never amounted to much. She had always been self-conscious about her body, and never got on top or let him go down on her. And now that same women was silently screaming 'fuck me' with every move she made. Jim got up to hit the head and send Mike one last "I'll kill you if you touch her look." As he left, Nicole sent him a parting glance and leaned closer to Mike, moving her lips close to his ear and whispering "I'll make you a bet". Her hot breath on his neck and her tongue less then an inch from his ear was driving Mike all kinds of wild and his erection was bulging from his pants. "If you win, you get to take me home" she whispered softly as her hand gently grazed the edge of his crotch. Mike knew he should have said 'no way ', but could only respond "and if you win?" (he was four balls down after all), but she just smiled and floated away, allowing her hand to stroke his cock through his pants as she left. Mike looked at John for help, but the jerk only smirked and looked pointedly in the direction Jim had gone. Mike looked back to Nicole who was running her fingers absently through her hair, then resolutely looked back at his shot. Before he could even line it up, Nicole grabbed the eight ball and swept it into the corner pocket. "Whoops, you win", she said, as she jumped off the table and ran for the door. Mike threw the cue down and bolted after her, stopping just long enough to catch the apartment keys John threw at him. He caught her outside and slammed her into the brick wall, greedily grabbing her lips with his. She responded in kind, snaking her tongue into his mouth and pulling him against her. Mike's knee came up into her crouch, spreading her legs and pushing into her. She softly moaned into his mouth and pulled away, "we've got to hurry", she said with a mixture of lust and fear. Mike pulled away and they rushed to her car. Back in the pool hall, Jim returned from the bathroom to find John alone, smiling, "What'd you think of my performance?" he asked. "Awesome" John responded, "let's go get a beer, my place'll be occupied for a while." Mike and Nicole arrived in record time. They had trouble keeping their hands off each other on the way over, and Mike figured he was lucky he didn't crash into a tree, with Nicole fondling his balls and whispering to him how wet she was into his ear. They pulled up to the complex and raced to John's apartment, Mike fumbling with the keys until he found the right one and they practically fell inside. Nicole shut the door behind her and reached for Mike, but he got to her first, driving her back into the door and kissing her deeply. She ran both her hands up his shirt, and ran her nails down his back. Mike took her hair in his hand and pulled her head back, giving him access to her neck. He ran his tongue along the curve of her neck up to her earlobe, then gently bit it and ran his lips back down her neck blowing cool air onto her. He'd picked up a few tricks from Debbie and he was determined to show Nicole just how much he'd changed. She tilted her head back to give him better access and sighed…as he lifted her shirt off over her head and tossed it on the nearby futon. She then lifted his shirt up and took a moment to admire his firm chest before leaning in to kiss his nipples and run her tongue down his abs. She got on her knees and began to unbutton his fly, eager to taste his nine inch cock again after all these months. Mike leaned against the wall, ready to enjoy every second of this, but then changed his mind, just as Nicole freed his cock from it's prison (he never wore underwear). "No" he whispered, and pulled her up from her knees, throwing her back into the wall. She had a slighted confused expression on her face, but it turned to shock, as Mike raised her hands over her head and held them their one hand while the other cupped her breast, the thumb circling her throbbing nipple through her bra's fabric. He leaned towards her, but as she moved to kiss him, he pulled away just out of reach and smiled. "you're mine tonight" he said, and then he reached his hand under the strap of her bra and ripped it off her chest, freeing one breast and falling limply around the other. "Wha…" she began, but he stopped her words with a kiss. Mike spun her around to land sharply on the living room futon where he'd been sleeping. Before she could move or protest, Mike was on top of her again, pinning her hands over her head, and she could only wonder at what point she'd lost control of the situation. He pulled off what remained of her bra and used it to tie her hands to the head of the futon, securing her wrists so they were suspended over her head. And he began to take his time, exploring her body anew. Touching and tasting every inch of her chest, running his tongue in slow torturous circles around her nipples, before gently biting them. As much as Mike wanted her, he was enjoying turning this game around, and watching her distress mingled w/ lust was as exciting as anything. Mike kissed his way down her flat stomach and deftly unzipped her trousers, pulling them and her panties off in one smooth motion. Nicole struggled half heartedly with her bonds. "Mike, what happened to you…?" she breathed, surprised at his new attitude. He used to be such a cautious lover, almost afraid to touch her. But now, he seemed to be a new man, and this thrilled her as much as it frightened her. She was now completely exposed, naked for him to do with as he will, tied down with her own bra, with no control over anything. Mike stepped back to admire her beautiful body, her pert breasts heaved in anticipation and her alabaster skin, delicate as a snowflake and as soft as rose petals had goose-bumps all over. Mike could see the moisture glistening on dark curls of her mound, and he could smell her desire, all musty and sweet. She still looked at him with those hard demanding eyes and he climbed onto the bed to set himself between her legs. They parted like the gates of paradise, and her moist slit revealed itself. Mike spread her folds as delicately as if he was opening a flower and with two fingers began stroking her lips, allowing his fingers to glaze her erect clit. Nicole could feel her heart quicken and it became harder and harder to catch her breath, as Mike's expert touch send wave after wave of pleasure through her body. She could feel his warm breath on her swollen clit, could feel his mouth less then an inch from her lips, could feel his fingers parting her with the most excruciating slowness …"please…" she whispered. And then she could feel a spike of ecstasy as his tongue flicked her clit, followed by waves of tingling warmth as that same tongue traced slow circles around her swollen clit. Lancing in to tease it whenever she'd nearly caught her breath. Her back arched and her hips reached out for his mouth, driving her mound into his face. But, Mike just reached his hands under her ass to support her and continued his agonizing pace, slowly circling her clit and running his fingers along her lips. Then, with deliberate ease, he slid his two fingers inside her and began stroking her g spot, while lapping the juices flowing from her cunt, pausing to flick her clit, or just occasionally pausing just to torture her. Her legs shuttered, her breath came in gasps, her whole body tensed, and her pelvis drove into Mike waiting lips. He expertly rode her cunt, never loosing pace for a second, always in control. Nicole had never had a man with this much skill, every time she approached climax, he could sense it and would slow down, torturing her to no end. "Please" she whimpered "please, Mike, make me cum…Oh, God" Mike took this as his cue….he took her swollen clit into his mouth and began sucking on it, flicking his tongue across it inside his mouth. This send Nicole over the top, and a barely restrained scream forced it's way from her lips. Her pussy clutched Mike's fingers and she shook violently, once, twice before her pussy exploded, covering Mike's face in her love juices and soaking her thighs. Her whole body shook with the violence of her climax and each breath was a squeal. Waves of orgasm washed over her, followed by hot spikes of pleasure as Mike continued to suck on her throbbing clit, riding her like he was breaking a stallion. After a seeming eternity her arched back collapsed and she fell back on the bed breathing heavily. Her whole body was more sensitive, and in that first moment of post-orgasmic bliss she felt fully alive and she could sense everything, the cool breeze caressing her hard nipples, the musty scent of sex, the sound of her heart beating out of her chest, pain from unconsciously pulling on her bonds for so long, the wetness of her juices staining the blanket and moistening her legs….. and when she opened her eyes, there was Mike, leaning over her and smiling, his jaw still wet from her flood of passion. She must have blacked out for a second, because he'd somehow found time to remove the rest of his clothes. Mike looked down at this vibrant beauty who he'd only begun to tame. Sweat glistening on her breasts, chest rising softly with each breath, and looking at him with just a trace of awe. He bent in to kiss her, swirling his tongue with hers and letting her taste the fruits of her passion. She greedily licked the cum from his face, and reached her head up to kiss him, but he pulled away. Moving down instead, he blew softly on her nipples, chilling her sweat and causing them to grow even harder. Nicole shivered, knowing that her torture was just beginning….. To Be Continued... (This is my first posting ever, so any feedback of any kind would be appreciated, hope you liked it) Playing Fair is Over-Rated Ch. 2 Nicole found herself in a somewhat delicate position. She was naked, tied to a futon with her own shredded bra, being tongue teased by her old lover, Michael. And she had just had one of the best orgasms of her life. Things had not exactly gone according to plan. She had learned that her ex, Mike, was coming home, and she'd laid a devious plot to seduce him. Or so she thought. Mike used to be such a nice boy, not really the type to throw her into a wall, rip off all her clothes and tie her up with them. But then, she hadn't been the type to publicly taunt, tease and trap him. She supposed they'd both changed a great deal in the last few months. Nicole had all this to contemplate whilst Mike's tongue delicately teased her hard nipples and his hand caressed her inner thigh, stroking within inches of her moist lips. He had just tongue fucked her to multiple orgasms, and now with her whole body alive, he was using her post-orgasmic sensitivity to arouse her anew. Nicole had never been tied down before, and she took a moment to think about it. The feeling of utter helplessness was a complete turn-on. Her wrists ached from being suspended, and the strap from her bra bit deeply into her skin. But this pain didn't really bother her, it only made her more aware of what she was feeling everywhere else, of the tingly warmth spreading all over her body, of the tender caresses of her lover, and of the fact that this night was just beginning. Upon reflection, she really had no idea who this man was. He certainly wasn't the timid lover she was expecting to tame. Not that she really minded. He's so tender, so careful, so sensitive… "Get on your knees" Mike commanded, drawing Nicole from her thoughts to the present situation. She had little choice but to comply, rolling over onto her stomach and lifting herself up. Doing so presented Mike with a perfect view of her tight, supple ass, making Nicole feel even more exposed. For a moment she could only focus on the wall in front of her. Then Mike reached around and sharply pulled back her hair, tying some sort of clothe over her eyes, blindfolding her. The bonds twisted tighter because of her new position and now she couldn't even see what Mike was planning to do. She couldn't move her hands to support her body, so she had to rest her head on the bar where they were tied. Mike took a moment to admire her sweet ass and moist pussy lips, spread like the buds of a flower. He promised himself he'd make this last, giving her a little of the medicine he'd been force-fed back at the pool hall. Nicole's entire body ached with need, her pussy was glistening with cum, dripping wet, and she was sure Mike was admiring her cunt, even appraising her. The room was a trifle too hot, with no ventilation, and the smell of her desire was especially strong. She could picture herself as Mike must be seeing her, sweaty and naked, bound and squirming, the defiant women tied up and waiting to be fucked. She was sure that this waiting was intentional, to throw her off guard, make her suffer. "Mike…?" She ventured. But she was silenced by a loud and unexpected slap to her ass. The sharp pain shot up her body, more startling than anything else. "Don't speak," he whispered, as he rubbed her ass where he'd spanked her. Then, using that hand to brace her hips, he brought his cock up to trace the edge of her moist lips, rubbing up and down against them and teasing her clit ever so gently with his cock head. As he approached her cunt, she rocked back to force herself unto him, eager to feel his nine-inch dick inside her. But he pulled away and slapped her ass even harder. "Don't move," he commanded. Nicole whimpered. She was starting to understand the rules of this game. She tried not to move, for fear of another slap, but her whole body screamed out to have Mike inside her. Everything that she was in this moment needed him to fulfill her, to complete her, and yes, to fuck her. But Mike continued his agonizing pace, ever so slowing tracing the outline of her cunt with his rod, grazing her clit with feather-light strokes and occasionally moving in to spread her lips. He drew torturous circles inside her, and every time she felt him about to enter her, he drew back. Nicole's body acted of it's own accord, reaching back for him, and each time, earning her a small slap. She was floating on the brink of orgasm, and all she needed was his cock inside her. She must have started whimpering, because Mike asked softly, "Do you want me yet?" "That's a… stupid… question" she breathed between moans. Mike smiled, but didn't stop his teasing. Nicole was beyond caring, she needed his cock, and if he wanted her to beg then so be it. "Oh God Mike, Yes… I need you…Fuck me, Plea……" Her whimpers turned into one ear-shattering squeal as Mike drove his massive cock into her. He used her hips to brace himself and drove all the way in, pressing the head of his dick to the very limits of her sex. As she went over the edge, like a dam breaking, the full force of her orgasm washed over them both. Mike didn't even need to move, Nicole was writhing and screaming all on her own. It was all he could do to hold on and brace her, while she came all over his cock. Mike had never been fucked like this. She was incredible. He just couldn't reconcile this women with the shy, demure, young girl he used to date. It's amazing how the shy ones come out when you tie them up. "Oh God Yes, Yes….Fuck me you animal, Fuck me….God……" She bucked against him, driving herself onto him, slamming against him, and screaming like a Harpy released from Hell. Mike guided her hips, slowing her wild bucking to smoothly glide in and out, setting a rhythm. As she rocked back, he arched his hips, angling himself for better access whenever she pushed against him. Her screams abated, and became strained groans. That first wild orgasm broke over her like a flash flood, but the rest came in a steady stream, one flowing into the next. She continually milked Mike's cock for all the pleasure it was worth. The blindfold had fallen from her sweaty forehead, but her eyes were clenched shut and she didn't notice. Gradually, Mike's own orgasm began to build and his pacing became less controlled. He started to pull Nicole back onto his swelling cock, harder and harder with each stroke. She matched his pace, feeling him swell inside her. The smell of his arousal, the feeling of his sweaty balls slapping against her tender cunt and the sound of him repeatedly filling her from behind was driving her wild. Added to that she was bound to his need, she was his plaything, his meat, and that threw her over the edge. When Mike released his hot load of cum into her tender waiting slit, she came one final time, the ultimate climax to countless orgasms. Every part of her exploded with warmth and relief. Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head, she shuddered once and collapsed, pulling off Mike and falling into blackness. When Nicole woke, her hands were untied, her hair matted, and she felt warm and fuzzy all over. Mike was gone, but she could hear the shower running and that sounded like a very good idea. 'I am soooo gonna get him back' she thought. She slid out of bed, and clumsily walked over to the bathroom. It contained a small shower stall, where Mike had his back to her and was rinsing himself up. She took a moment to lean on the doorjamb and recover herself while she admired his body through the frosty glass. He stood just under six feet and had a hard semi-muscular frame. He had a quiet strength and a dignity to the way he stood, but she knew he was really a softie, despite the fact that he'd just reamed her like a porn star. Nicole silently approached the stall and opened the door, stepping in. Mike had his head under the water and didn't notice her presence until she pressed her body against his and ran her hands down his chest. The stall was barely big enough for two, so she had to squeeze very close, and Mike could feel her nipples press into his back and her breath on the nape of his neck. His flaccid member began responding, and Mike moved to turn around and greet her properly, but she stopped him and pointed him away. She took the liquid soap from the tray and began lathering her hands. Then she started washing him from top to bottom, massaging the foam in with her nimble fingers. Mike felt her soapy hands start at his shoulders and work down his back, where ever she touched him he felt warm and alive. She took her time, occasionally stopping to re-lather her hands, before she slid them down over every inch of his body. When she came to his legs, she got on her knees, and paid special attention to each in turn. She rubbed his thighs, barely inches from his scrotum, and his knees, and even his ankles. As she came back up, she ran her soapy hands over his buttocks and his hips, sliding one finger into the crevasse of his ass. Then her hands glided back up his sides and under his arms, working each thoroughly. She brought her hands back up to his shoulders and turned him around, face to face and crotch to crotch. Mike was now fully erect and pointing right at Nicole, but she only smiled mischievously and took more soap. The stream of water was now washing the lather down Mike's back, forming tiny rivulets of soapy water that ran down his legs and into his ass. She began again at his shoulders, working behind his neck, and avoiding eye contact. Then she slowly caressed his broad chest, gliding her hands over his nipples and down his abs, washing his already glistening torso. When she reached his hips, she got on her knees again, level with his stiff shaft. But she ignored it, and focused her attentions on his thighs and around to his butt. This drove Mike a little wild, since he'd assumed he knew where this was leading, and was perfectly content to let it lead there. But, she merely ducked under his bobbing pole and began massaging his other leg. Running her fingers delicately close to his tenders, but never touching. Presently she finished and began to stand, looking into Mike's eyes. "Uh… I think you missed a spot" he stammered. Nicole looked a little confused for a minute, and looked around, until she finally "noticed" his massive cock inches from her face. She gave a little 'ah ha' smile and reached for the soap bottle, which had fallen to the floor. She lathered her hands and, using one to brace her, she moved the other up his thigh and under his balls. Keeping constant eye contact, she began to massage the arch of skin between his scrotum and anus, playfully tickling him with one extended finger, and moving her hand back to cup his balls. She did this for an agonizingly long time, each time with a little more force, and finally pausing to tease his anus with her finger, easily sliding her soapy finger inside. Mike had never had anyone stick their finger up there before, and he wasn't exactly sure what it felt like. He could feel the tingling throughout his body and it was a totally new kind of arousal. Either way it felt good, and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting a slight sigh escape. As he did, he felt Nicole's other hand reach up to cup his balls, gripping them softly and gently massaging them through her fingers. A part of him realized he deserved this torture, and he was happy to suffer. She released his balls and ran one soapy finger up the under side of his shaft, causing it jump and him to moan. She let her finger glide tenderly back and forth along its length before taking hold at the base and reaching her tongue out to lick the tip. Her finger was still massaging his anus, sliding in and out, up to the second knuckle. Now her tongue began licking slow circles around the head of his cock, tracing the sensitive rim. She lifted it with her hand, letting her tongue access the length of his shaft, which she deftly licked, swirling up the sides before retreating back to the tip. She continued this pattern of lick and tease and retreat, gradually building pace, until she heard him moan and lean against the wall. Nicole took this cue and brought his cock into her open lips, swallowing him down to his base. She brought him out again slowly and stopped just short of the tip, allowing her tongue to trace circles around it inside her mouth. Then she went all the way down again, ramming her finger up his ass to the hilt. She continued this matched motion, moving quicker and quicker, until his knees began to tremble. As she brought her mouth back she'd flick her tongue across his shaft and when she went down she'd hold him in the back of her throat and hum a little. The combination of all this drove Mike wild, and before too long, she could feel his shaft bulge and hear his breathing shift and she knew he was ready. She brought her finger out of his anus and cupped his balls, using the other hand to stroke his shaft, while she rode the head of his cock with her mouth. Her soapy hand slid easily along his shaft and she increased the pace, along with her twirling tongue. Mike was leaning against the wall and used one free hand to grip the back of her head. He let out a strained groan and his cock exploded in Nicole's mouth, shooting cum down her throat. He shot three hot loads into her mouth, while she milked his balls and shaft with her hands, feeling him slowly go limp. She swallowed whatever she could, but some of it still managed to escape and run down her cheek. When she finally pulled away, he fell back into the wall, and she rose up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and licking off the remainder of this spunk. She smiled sweetly and stepped out of the stall, turning once at the door to look back at him over her shoulder. "Come on big boy, it's my turn again," she said, and walked back towards the bedroom. Mike took a deep breath, recovered his composure, and turned the water off, before dutifully following her. He was smiling the whole time. To be continued (but not by me…) (I hope you liked part two. Any feedback would be great as I'm really new at this, and would welcome any constructive criticism.)