0 comments/ 31844 views/ 3 favorites The Game: First Encounter By: Chimney Sweep I'm not sure why we called it "the game," but somehow it just stuck. It was also possible to refer to it in mixed company without arousing too many suspicions, and I think that may have been it's biggest selling point. Michelle suggested it, claiming she knew several women who complained of inferior hook-ups and selfish men. I guess she had been bragging about me as an attentive and thorough lover and one of them had asked if I was available for rent. Michelle and I had specifically designated our relationship as "open," so I was absolutely available. Apparently some of these women had certain fantasies as well, and I remarked about how I'd love to help some of them come true. Michelle thought for a moment, and then suggested that we do something about it. The "rules" were fairly simple. We would find suitable partners for each other, partners who were interested in sex. We would then set them up on a date, but with the outcome a foregone conclusion - sex. There were 3 main components: the meet, the word, and the number. The meet was simple enough - The Ugly Mug was one of the better bars near campus, a little less frequented by the frat boy party crowd. The target would be told to be there, preferably at the bar, wearing a red shirt or sweater and wearing a special item Michelle and I picked out. She was an aspiring pilot, so I bought her a red, white and blue rhinestone pin in the shape of a plane. She bought me a pendant of a dragon's head, along with a chain. We would give these items to the targets and set up the time of the meet. The anonymity of it was one of the best parts. I loved walking into the bar and looking for the girl. Plenty of red shirts were always in evidence, sometimes more than one at the bar, but that only made it more interesting. Michelle and I were soul mates, I think. We understood each other at some fundamental level. At least, she understood me. I'm not sure I ever figured her out, as she was always able to surprise and delight me. She knew my varied tastes and my sick little fantasies. We talked for hours about things like that and I think she remembered every word. She sent me a stream of unique women, not the cookie-cutter Playboy playmates every man thinks he wants. Tall, short, thin, voluptuous, young, mature, ethnic, whatever. For some reason I've always been attracted to the road less traveled. For my part, I tried to send her what I thought she wanted. She liked 2 distinct types; young and inexperienced men so she could have her way unobstructed, and studs with something to prove. How I fit into her desires I still don't know. Once the identification is made, I introduce myself like any guy would to a pretty girl in a bar, but with a slight twist. No other guy is going to ask her those two questions: What is the word, and what is the number. The word was always the same, "Zebra." Not a word that comes up often in conversation outside the zoo. The word was the release valve; the sign that we need to drop the roles and talk seriously. In the heat of passion, it meant "stop," while the word "stop" itself held little meaning. The number is what made it interesting. This was the level of intensity she desired from me. 1 was a gentle, romantic tryst, rife with foreplay and soft kisses, perhaps a backrub, and in general a comfortable lay. 2 was a little more robust, with less foreplay and a more varied menu of positions and intensity, perhaps an "average" session for normal people. 3 was a wild ride, a girl who wanted to get it on hot and heavy. 4 was an aggressive thing where I was to be forceful and commanding, short on compassion and long on the raunchy stuff, where the word "no" had little meaning. This was for the adventurous types. 5 was basically a rape fantasy, and one of the big reasons we came up with the "word." Michelle suggested this level, telling me about a friend of hers who really got off on the rough stuff and the sense of danger. I was skeptical, but I'm an adventurer myself so I figured why not? Level 5 was definitely the least common request, but there are a few wild stories to be told. At this level, the words "no" and "stop" were encouragements, and only the password would stop me. Once this exchange was complete, the connection was made and we started to check each other out. I am 5' 10", muscular, barrel chested and strong. I don't have that lean pretty-boy body of a male model, but I had the six-pack and plenty of muscles for a woman to admire. I never considered myself especially attractive, but apparently I have that elusive "animal magnetism." Michelle swore I had pheromones on my side as well, and she was constantly telling me how good I smelled. Whatever the cause, I was rarely turned away at this point. There are many stories to tell, and that was one of the best parts as well. Michelle and I would have lunch together the next day and relate our stories. Sometimes that got us horny enough that we had to run back to my apartment to satiate ourselves before the next class, and sometimes I made her wait all day. The first time was one of the best, most likely due to the sense of adventure and daring in this plan. What if I got the wrong girl? What if Michelle picked a dog? What if the girl was just plain boring? I was worried that it might be a bad idea, but the prospect of nailing a strange woman was too much to ignore. I walked into the Mug that Tuesday evening with butterflies in my stomach. Don't get me wrong, I have a fair amount of self-confidence and I'm not afraid to take a chance, but knowing I was going to have sex that night with a stranger was just so exciting! I made my way to the end of the bar and scanned the small crowd. There was no sign of a woman in red at the bar, so I ordered a beer, checked to make sure I had breath mints, and waited. I'm not accustomed to sitting alone in a bar, but I found it liberating to be able to watch the crowd. People watching may be a waste of time, but it can be entertaining when you have the time to waste. I had wasted no more than 15 minutes when she came in. I saw the red blouse and the glitter of the pin as soon as she hit the door. She was of medium height, perhaps 5 foot 7, with medium length, full dark brown hair. She wore blue jeans and what looked like low black boots. I could tell even from a distance that her figure was very nice. As she came towards the bar I was able to watch her walk, and bounce. She was very chesty, easily a D cup and probably more. She was well curved without being chubby or flabby at all. Her hips swayed invitingly and her head swung around, looking for me. I stayed put and tried to be inconspicuous. Hidden at the end of the bar, it was hard to get a good look at me, so even if she had been told what to look for she was unlikely to notice me. She sat near the middle of the bar, her generous breasts nearly sitting on the polished wood surface. She caught the bartender's attention, along with lot of the other guys in the room, and ordered a drink. I was able to get a better look at her face now, and again I was not disappointed. She had a pretty, pleasant face, and nice teeth. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but then that type rarely catches my eye. She had bright wide eyes and tastefully done make-up. Michelle had done well so far. I wondered how she found this girl. She was certainly a student, but a friend, or classmate, or who knows what else? I started to wonder about how she chose the girls, but quickly snapped back to the task at hand. My target was nervous. She had twisted around and was looking over the bar, trying to find me. This twisting of the torso gave a wonderful silhouette to her chest, and I became very excited about the evening. I'm normally a level 2 or 3 kind of guy, but this woman was built for luxurious pleasure and I was almost hoping for a level 1. Her drink arrived as she twisted the other way, in my direction. I avoided her eyes on her first pass, then looked up and watched her scan the rest of the room. When she turned to get her drink, our eyes met. She did a double take and I had to smile a little. She was obviously nervous and a little jumpy, and the double take was worth a good laugh in other circumstances. I didn't want to spook her or increase her nerves, so I kept it to myself. I responded with what I intended to be a pleasant smile and a slight nod of the head. She composed herself quickly with a slightly orchestrated sip of her drink, allowing herself a moment to recover. She knew she had jumped out of her skin and wanted to be cool, so she artfully ignored me for a little while. I did the same, not wanting to zoom in too quickly, and perhaps I could have some fun. I stared into my drink, around the bar, anywhere but at her face. I tried to let her catch me staring at her chest once or twice, but I don't now if it worked. She picked at her blouse a little, making sure I had a good view of the pin over her left breast. She even turned herself toward me a little, again pulling the blouse tight against her flesh and giving me more reason to stare. She was getting fidgety, playing with the blouse and drinking too fast, so I decided to move in. I drained the little that was left in my black Russian and stood up. Again, her head nearly whipped around, caught just in time to avoid an embarrassing reaction. Still, she watched me out the side of her eye as I moved closer and sat next to her. "Hi" I opened. "Hi!" she replied lightly, turning to look at me. Her skin was very well cared for, and her teeth were exquisite. Her orthodontist did good work. She had obviously prepped for this "date" and made herself very presentable. I was pleased at that, having a bit of a passion for cleanliness. "Sorry to intrude, but you looked, I don't know - nervous, maybe. Everything OK?" "Sure, I'm fine. I'm just supposed to meet somebody here. Kind of a blind date." I think she wanted to ask if I was the guy, and her eyes definitely asked the silent question, but I dodged it. "Yeah, I saw you looking around the bar. I guess you haven't found him yet?" "Not yet," she replied, still asking the question with her eyes. "Well, can I buy you a drink and keep you company until he shows, or do you think that would scare him away?" She thought about that for a minute, and then flat out asked me. "Are you the guy? Are you my blind date?" "I'd like to be." I tried to infer as much as possible with that, giving her a good sly smile and a wink. I think I just confused her, and she was obviously getting more nervous, so I decided to drop the act. I reached out to the pin on her blouse and lightly picked up the end of it, turning it toward me a little and giver the top of her breast the slightest brush with my fingers. "That's a pretty pin. It looks good on you." Her breath caught and she jumped a little as I touched her, the stress and anticipation obviously working through her system. She was almost certain now that I was the guy. I let my hand drop away and very definitely brushed down the side of her left breast with the back of my hand. "Are there a couple of things you'd like to tell me?" I asked, looking right into her eyes and doing my best to convey the right aura, one of confidence, strength and invitation. Again she shivered at my touch. She relaxed just a little now that she knew I was the one. She gave a heaving sigh of relief, sending her gorgeous breasts into a wonderful display, then smiled at me. "I'm glad it's you. I thought for a minute it was that other guy in the corner. Yes, I do have some things to tell you. A word and a number." "Whisper the word in my ear," I said, leaning my head in close to her. She too leaned in and placed her lips against my ear. She lightly whispered "Zebra" into my ear, then gave my earlobe a playful tug with her lips. As we pulled apart, she shot me a slightly wicked grin, finally able to relax and enjoy herself. I smiled back. "That is my favorite word tonight. Now, there are a few different ways to get to the number. We can get to it quickly if you want to just tell me, or we can discuss it over drinks. Or we can ignore it over drinks." She turned her head slightly at this, unsure of my meaning. I explained. "Are you a drinker tonight, or do you want a clear head." "Oh, I think I can drink a few tonight." She admitted with a little laugh. That was good. I was looking forward to a little buzz for this. "But lets not take too long, OK?" I'd like to think she was wanting to get into my pants quickly instead of needing to go study for an exam, and her tone seemed to confirm that hope. "What's your shot of choice?" "Tequila, of course!" A party girl! I asked the bartender for 2 shots of Cuervo and told her the story. "You drink the number of shots that equals the number you want to tell me. I'll keep up with you, of course. OK?" She smiled and nodded. "I think I like your stile," she said. The drinks arrived and we clinked glasses, then downed the bitter beverage. She grimaced a little, as many people do when shooting Tequila, and asked the bartender for a beer. "Just a chaser. This doesn't count, right?" I nodded mutely, still trying to exude that air of sensuality, confidence and anticipation. I let my eyes wander all over her, and I made sure she noticed. She quickly ordered 2 more shots. "You like what you see?" She asked, turning toward me a little more and presenting her ample bosom for closer inspection. The blouse was buttoned fairly high, but she reached up and undid the top one, allowing a lovely view of her cleavage. She shifted her shoulders a bit, pushing them into each other and increasing her alluring topography. "You're damn right I do. I'm looking forward to a closer inspection." That made her smile wickedly. "So am I." I was wearing a fairly tight T-shirt, light gray, and blue jeans with my big clunky black boots. I filled out the shirt fairly well, and when I noticed her eyes on me I tried to give her a little bit of a show. I gave a little stretch, pulling my shoulder blades together and flexing the arms and chest just briefly. I tried to make it a subtle gesture instead of some preening body-builder pose, and I think it went well. We continued to let our eyes wander as the second shots arrived. Again, they went down fast. She chased hers down with the beer and then cocked her head at me in an inquisitive angle, preparing for a question. "I haven't asked for you name yet." She said, making it sound like a request for that information. I thought about it briefly, wondering if I should give her my real name, or a fake one. Not that it mattered, but just for the sake of the game. I decided to play up the "stranger" aspect of the evening and replied, "And I haven't given it. Nor will I." I smiled and winked and picked up the second empty shot glass. "Another round?" She did not hesitate. "Yes. Definitely another round." "You DO like the sauce, don't you?" "Which sauce do you mean?" she said with a quick and lurid glance at my crotch. It was my turn for a shiver of anticipation. I love aggressive women, and I love women who can flirt well. I felt the first hint of a swell in my pants just then. She noticed my reaction and smiled even further, reaching out her hand to stroke my leg just once. She knew what she was doing, too. A little more small talk and innuendo passed and our third round showed up. We were drinking quickly now and when they hit it would be a nice buzz. She was already up to three now, so a wild ride was in store for us. She was ready to go, so she asked the bartender for the check. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she just looked at me, almost like a challenge. So, she wanted a level 3. Nice. The swelling increased and I intentionally rearranged myself for her, allowing her to see my contour. It was now her turn to raise an eyebrow in approval. I wasn't a monster, but I had nothing to be ashamed of either. She leaned forward and put her hand on my thigh near the growing bulge and said; "Pick up the tab while I go to the ladies room." She used her hand on my leg to push up to stand, then brushed it over my crotch as she walked by. Damn, this girl knew how to tease. I turned to watch her go and I swear she was milking it for all it was worth, walking slowly and swaying those heavenly hips a little more than she needed to. She looked back over her shoulder as she turned into the restroom corridor and our eyes met again. She winked obscenely and disappeared. As I turned back, the bartender was arriving with the shots and the bill. I dug out a couple of twenties and told him to keep the change. "Thanks, and good luck!" he said with a nod toward the still-warm barstool next to me. "Luck has nothing to do with it tonight." She made me wait quite a while, it seemed. I was planning my moves already, hoping we both had the same ideas. This being the first time I was a little concerned. I wanted to make a good impression, because this had been a very exciting evening already. I wanted more of this, and in order to keep the game going, I had to have good reviews. I try to be a patient and attentive lover, and I use my brain as much as anything else. Sex is occasionally purely physical, but more often it takes more than one organ to do a good job. I was starting to worry about her. It had been quite a long time by now. I thought things had been going very well, but I supposed it was possible that she had run out on me. I was starting to think of contingency plans when she finally returned with a smile and a bounce in her step. She hopped up on the barstool and gave me a little surprise. Her lovely breasts bounced with her, large nipples pointing through the thin fabric of her blouse. She had removed her bra and no doubt stored it in her purse. She also had lost another button, allowing me an incredible view down her front. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and she laughed at me. "Drink up!" she said, draining her shot and slapping it down on the bar, eliciting another wonderful ripple of her chest. I drained my shot as well and stood up, offering her my hand to help her off the stool. "Lets go." She smiled, took my hand and hopped up, still intentionally bouncing those huge melons at me. She lead the way out of the bar, still holding my hand. We hit the street and she let go of me, turning around for another bounce and asking, "Where to?" "This way," I said, gesturing to the right where my apartment lay only a block distant. She followed my gesture and walked toward my place, pulling out in front of me quickly. I walked fast to keep up, but not fast enough to catch her. She looked like she wanted to show off some more and I wanted to see it. She was happy and laughing, taunting me and touching herself, turning around and shaking her chest at me. It was a very short walk, thankfully, and I indicated my small apartment building when we came to it. I was on the top floor of three, and she went up the stairs in front of me, shaking her ass in my face and urging me upward. I fumbled with the key a bit as she stood before me, exposing even more of her breasts now with only 2 buttons remaining and barely keeping the shirt closed. I got the door open and she pushed in past me and headed for the kitchen. My roommate was out for the evening so I had the place to myself. "I'll be right back," I said. "Make yourself at home." I headed back to the bathroom for a quick piss and a little freshening. I brushed my teeth and applied a touch more cologne and checked that all was ready. A nice hard level 3 was about to become a reality. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I headed back out to the living room and adjoining kitchen, and she was there waiting for me. She had set up something on the table and I moved forward to inspect it. A small bottle of Tequila stood next to one of my shot glasses, filled to the rim with the golden liquor. She had undone the last 2 buttons and tied the shirttails together under her breasts, outlining and displaying them marvelously. The Game: First Encounter "I wasn't done drinking," she said, picking up the shot and throwing it down her throat. She placed the glass back on the table and picked up the bottle. "Another one for you?" she asked. "I said I would match you, and I intend to." I replied, a little stunned. Level 4. She poured the shot and I lifted it, gave her a brief salute and drank it down. The shots had had time to work into my system now and I had a nice warm feeling inside, just the right amount for some fun. I could tell that she was a little under the influence as well, though not severely. I was at a bit of a loss. I had been planning for one thing, and now I had something different on my hands. I decided I might as well start now. I reached out and grabbed the front of her pants, my fingers going down under her belt line, and pulled her toward me. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pressed her close to me, grinding my crotch into her hip and mashing those boobs against me. I kissed her with force, pushing my tongue into her mouth, and she responded passionately, her hands pressing up my sides, then around my back and down to my ass. I lifted the hand from her pants and cupped her right breast, finally getting to touch what I had been longing to hold all night. They were still young and firm, nice and heavy, without much of the ravages of time and gravity. She responded with a low moan and a tighter grip on my ass, pressing my hardening cock against her through my jeans. This lasted for a little while, until I started fumbling with her shirt to get it all the way off. She pushed away from me roughly, holding her shirt in place and taking a step back. "I don't think so. I think I've had my fun with you." She turned away from me and began to button up her blouse. Again, I was at a loss for a moment, but it was obvious what she wanted. Time to put the kettle on the fire. I stepped forward and grabbed her shoulder roughly, spinning her around to face me. "Hey!" she exclaimed, but I ignored her. I grabbed her half-buttoned blouse in both hands and ripped it apart, buttons flying across the room and rattling loudly across the tile floor. For the first time those lovely breasts were free and dangling in front of me. It would not be difficult to take what I wanted now. She raised a hand to slap my face, but I grabbed it and forced it back behind her, bringing our faces and bodies together. "Nobody teases this cock, bitch." I growled into her face. I stepped away from her and let her hand go, but I grabbed her shirt and swung her around by it, out into the living room. I pushed her down on the couch, pulling the shirt off her arms as she went down. With the blouse entirely off, I walked away from her, to the front door, where I slowly locked and bolted it, staring at her the whole time. She sat up on the couch, looking a little scared and in a position to get up and run if she had to. I had to think quick to keep this from elevating past what she wanted. She knew the word, though, and she knew how to use it. I took the few steps between us and stood in front of her. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, a feeble and fruitless attempt. "Put your hands down. Now!" I barked with a slightly raised voice. She jumped, but complied, lowering her hands to her lap and holding them together. She had deflated a little and had lost that look of impending flight. She looked away from me, down into her lap. "Look at me." I ordered. She did, and looked me right in the face, a little defiance mixed with that meek posture. I could see her pulse in her neck, and I could see her slightly heavy breathing in the motion of her chest. I suddenly had a mental image of something specific I wanted from her, and I stepped into the kitchen for a moment, though never out of sight of the girl. I dug into the junk drawer until I found what I wanted - 2 thick rubber bands. I came back into the room and tossed them in her lap. "Put your hair into pony tails, sticking up out of the back of your head." She hesitated; picking up the rubber bands and looking at them, then back up at me. I leaned in very close to her face and said, very quietly, "Don't make me say it twice." I stepped away and watched as she began. She lifted her arms above her head, lifting and separating her massive tits, and started to collect the hair on the right side of her head. Her movements caused her breasts to giggle and wobble enticingly. She managed to get the first ponytail up, a nice thick plume of her dark hair jutting out of her head. As her arms dropped to grab the other rubber band I got another impressive bounce, then the arms were up again and the little dance resumed. She quickly completed the task, the second tail slightly more ragged and at a different angle. Still, good enough. She returned her hands to her lap and looked back at me. "You need a name, cock tease. What am I going to call you?" The obvious choices were bitch or slut or whore, but I had a flash of brilliance. "What's your mother's name?" She looked a little disgusted, her brows coming together for a moment. "My mothers name?" she asked in confusion. "What's her fucking name!" I yelled. She jumped wonderfully at that and stammered, cringing back from me "M-Marie." "Marie. Your name is Marie. What's your first boyfriend's name?" She hesitated briefly, but in a meek voice she told me, "Bob." "Perfect. My name is Bob. You can call me sir if you want." I laughed as evilly as I could, a low chuckle of satisfaction. "Now go get that bottle and bring it over here." She rose quickly and fetched the bottle and shot glass from the table. She then brought them over to me and held them out. I took the bottle and then slapped the glass out of her hand, careful to aim it at the couch. Fun is fun, but broken glass is no fun. She jumped at my violent act, but stood there with her arms at her sides, awaiting my next instructions. I tucked the bottle into my back pocket and reached forward for her. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them all the way, but left it there. "Get down on your knees," I commanded. She complied quickly, probably hoping we would get to this soon. She raised her hands to my fly, but I batted her hands away. "Sit back on your heels, then arch your back and put your hands on the floor behind you. Point your fat tits up at me, Marie." She moved slowly, not quite understanding what I wanted, but she eventually got there, hands back on the carpet propping her up, knees close together out in front of her, and tits hanging down and slightly apart in front of her. They were glorious and I wanted to see them from every angle. "Close your eyes, Marie." She did. I took the bottle out of my pocket and placed it on the TV, then kicked off my shoes and took off my clothes. My dick was at a healthy half-mast by now and raging for some contact with this soft, pliable creature. I walked around behind her, standing so that my cock and balls were right next to her face. I know she could smell my powerful, sexual odor. She trembled with anticipation. "Such a pretty girl you are. Nice skin, nice hair, " I leaned down quickly to smell her hair, then stood back up. "Daddy must be so proud of you. What would he think to see you now, I wonder?" I stepped up close, put the bottle down on the table beside us, and pressed my half hard dick against her face. She flinched at the unexpected touch, but leaned into the heat of my cock. I pressed it to the side of her face, my other hand holding the back of her head up, from her left eye down to her chin. She moaned a little and her tongue snaked out to lick my shaft. I began to rub my dick across her face, trying to touch every inch of her pretty skin with it. She kept trying to get her tongue or mouth on it, but I wouldn't let her. I smiled, watching her so desperately trying to nab my cock. Her eyes were open now and she looked up at me hungrily. "Sit up, Marie." I moved around in front of her now as she settled into a more comfortable pose, knees on the ground and sitting on her feet. I stood close, my dick inches from her face and above her chest, and picked up the bottle again. This time I opened it. I poured a little on my dick, the excess dripping off and onto her tits. "We don't waste Tequila, Marie. Clean it up." Finally, what we both wanted. She nearly hurt me as she launched at my cock, moving her head left and right trying to cram it all into her mouth. I was at near full erection already, and it only took a few seconds to reach full power. Even when hard my dick remains just a little flexible, and she bent me down into her mouth with gusto. She started sucking hard, bobbing her head down my shaft and cramming the head into the back of her throat. She would occasionally press hard and force me down deep, her throat muscles constricting my cock wonderfully. I decided to see how far I could push it. I grabbed her head by a ponytail and pulled her off my dick. I then poured more alcohol on my slippery pecker and put the bottle down. I grabbed both the ponytails and aimed my cock right at her face. "I'm gonna fuck your face, Marie. You like the sound of that?" "No, please don't" she said meekly, almost pleading. "That sounded like 'yes, make me choke on your giant cock!'" "No," she whimpered again, trying to turn away. I forced her head back front and center with my hands in her hair and pushed my cock into her lips. She resisted for a moment, but quickly gave in and I slid into her mouth easily. I let her choose her pace, but with my constant guidance, and I made sure she gave me all the deep throat she could handle. I pulled out all the way a few times, both for visual effect and to make sure she had the opportunity to stop me, but she never did. The view was wonderful. My big slimy dick was pushing slowly in and out of this lovely girl's mouth, while her heavy tits hung below, swaying with our movements. I almost shot my load in a hurry watching this porno show, but I figured that would be bad for business. This girl wanted more rough stuff. I pulled out and backed away. My dick made a 'pop' as it left her hungry mouth. She was into it now and had been reacting wonderfully to my hands knotted into her hair. "Get up. Take the rest of that shit off." She stood up and started working her tight jeans off her curvy hips. I moved around behind her to get a good look at her ass as she bent over, and was rewarded with the sight of a thong, not quite so common back in 1990. She dropped her shoes, socks and pants in a pile on the floor and turned to look at me, eager to be told what to do next. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the panties, and they quickly joined the rest of the pile. She was stunning. I've told you about her heavenly tits, but the rest was very nice too. She was neatly trimmed and had excellent skin tone, with no stretch marks or folds as you might expect on a slightly voluptuous woman. At 18, she could pull this off wonderfully. I stood there and admired her for a minute, then decided it was time to get into it. "Go down the hall, second door on the left." I pointed the way, though there was no need. It was a 2-bedroom apartment I shared with my roommate, and there was only one "hall" to go down. She turned dutifully and did as she was told as I followed closely. I took this opportunity to put on a rubber. I hate them, but they keep me alive and healthy. Once in my bedroom I closed the door behind me. She took a seat on the edge of the bed, shoulders back and legs spread. She knew what she had and was proud to show it off. That pose lifted her massive melons a little and made them point out, giving them one of their best views. "You suck dick like a sorority girl - like you think you are the best in the world and you are doing a guy a big favor to use your mouth on him. I've got news - your mouth isn't worth a damn. Lets see if that stinking cunt-hole is any better." I moved forward and pushed her down on the bed, grabbing her left ankle as her leg came up. I put one knee on the bed and used my other hand to aim my dick at her wet hole. I paused not a moment as I jammed all the way in on the first thrust, my balls hitting her ass and then grinding in as I put more weight on her. She felt wonderful, still a little tight from youth, but hot and wet with excitement. I grunted as I entered her and she gasped loudly, hands reaching out to touch my legs and abdomen. I wanted to make this first ride a good one, so I picked up her right ankle and held her legs up and apart like a wishbone. If I didn't already have my wish I would have made one, but this was everything I could ask for tonight. I started slamming into her, pulling almost all the way out and slapping it back home, as fast as I could. Her big fleshy tits went wild, flopping like Jell-O in an earthquake. She tried to hold them in place with one hand and hold herself in place with the other, but I was fucking her so hard she was scooting up the bed quickly. She was overwhelmed. She had too much to feel, too much to hold onto, and too much to process. He arms flailed as she tried to hold on to something, but I kept up the pressure and kept her off balance with strong strokes, always pulling her back to me by the ankles. This is such a controlling position that I find women often love being in it, even if the sex act suffers a little for it. I plunged on as fast as I could, which wasn't really all that fast in the position. Once I had her up against the headboard, I pulled out and grabbed for her hips. I turned her roughly, mostly just picking her up and placing her on her right side. I straddled her right leg and pushed her left leg up towards her, affording me the most unrestricted access to her pussy. I grabbed her hip with my right hand and held up her left leg with the other and slammed it back home. Again she gasped, but this was a deeper penetration and she could feel every bit of me. I held that first thrust for a moment, bending back and forcing myself in as hard as I could, even lifting her hips off the bed a little. Then I got into the rhythm. From this position I had complete control, and I used it. I was a jackhammer, pounding away at that sweetly trimmed pussy and holding her hips to my wishes. Still her tits flopped wildly with my thrusts, though she was better able to keep herself together in this position. With one hand on the headboard and the other below her, she held on for dear life as I fucked her wildly, every stroke going as deep as possible. Her face went from shocked and desperate to that perfect fuck face, almost in pain with knitted brows, closed eyes and a mouth open in an "O" emitting grunts of pleasure. She felt wonderful around my cock, tight enough to be comfortable but no tot so tight that I worried about hurting her. Again I almost wished that she had chosen something a bit more leisurely. This plush, soft body was not meant for abuse and would be much better used for slow luxurious sex. Oh, well. We all make sacrifices. I continued to pound away after adjusting my position and pulling her back to me after she shifted away a little due to my thrusting. I love this position and it's one of my favorites to finish with, but I was unwilling to end the escapade so soon. I took the opportunity to plan ahead a little and try to think of something more aggressive and forceful. I slowed down and pulled out, taking a step back and leering at her in that completely pornographic position. "Not bad" I said, "but not great, either. Time for a change." I grabbed her hips and dragged her down to the foot of the bed where I placed her face down on the corner. My bed had no footboard so she was comfortable enough with her sloppy wet pussy exposed and her ass hanging off the bed. She dug her toes into the carpet as I positioned myself behind and above her to come in at a sharply downward angle. I pushed the swollen head of my dick into her soft pussy lips and drove it down into her, pushing down with a great deal of my own weight on her buttocks. I know I hit her G-spot because she cried out instantly and knotted her hands in the disheveled sheets. I reached forward and grabbed a ponytail and bent her head back as I started blasting away into her hot dick sheath. She loved this. She started making these sounds, somewhere between a shout and a cry of pain, stealing short intakes of breath between my strokes. Her hands pushed forward to try to force her into my thrusts harder, but they found no purchase. She reached back to the edges of the bed and held on there as I fucked her silly, still pulling at a fist full of her hair. "Take it, bitch!" I said loudly. "I'm gonna ride your pretty pussy until I'm damn good and tired of it." I took my hand off her hip and reached up to her now dangling breasts. I grabbed one roughly and pinched the nipple between my fingers. She continued to buck and thrash against me. She was cuming hard as I beat her G-spot like a speed bag and the noises kept spilling out of her beautiful face. I decided to slow things down a little after a long set of her multiple orgasms had subsided a bit. I let go of her tit and hair and held on to her by the waist, lifting her hips to allow me a more direct entry. I slowed down gradually, but always driving as far down as I could, until it was agonizingly slow. With her hips raised her face was pushed down into the bed but I could still hear her. Her yelling had subsided to a gentle cooing as I traded speed and strength for a luxuriously slow fuck. I could feel every millimeter of her flesh slide against my cock as I slowly pushed in, and just as slowly back out. This was heavenly, and the view was lovely as well. Her round ass in my hands, sliding nearer and farther in a gentle rhythm, made my cock even harder in her sweet pussy. As much as I enjoyed this, I figured it wouldn't last. She wanted to be dominated and controlled, fucked silly and made to bend to my wishes, so the gentle cycle had to end with something vigorous. I decided to let her clean me up a little before getting to that. I pulled out and stepped back from her red-rimmed hole, then took a step to the left to get closer to her head. I tore off the condom and reached out for a ponytail and pulled her face toward my slimy wet dick. She shifted over to accommodate me at the edge of the bed and lay on her side while I aimed my cock at her face. "Lick it clean, Marie. Lick your cunt slime off my cock." She forgot to resist this time and gobbled me into her mouth easily, continuing the slow pace I had set earlier. She let my cock out of her mouth and lifted it up to lick at my balls, then up my shaft from below, lapping up all her juices. "You like that pussy juice, don't you Marie? I bet you like it best straight from the tap you little pussy licker. If you could get your own face down there you'd never leave the house. Does your husband know you lick pussy? Huh? Does he know you go to bars and meet strangers and suck her own cum off their dicks? Does he recognize the smell on your breath when you go home at night?" I kept up a constant stream of chatter while she slobbered on my cock, at first doing more licking than sucking, but soon changing over to almost all sucking. I called her every kind of slut I could think of and kept up the fiction of her being her mother. I don't know if that was effective or not but it sounded good at the time. Looking back, I think I got a bit out of hand, but I was inexperienced in the art of talking dirtry. She started to get me close to an orgasm so I pulled out of her greedy mouth. I slapped my engorged member against her face a little and she looked up into my eyes, a look of pure lustful indulgence on her lovely face. Time to turn the heat back up. "Crawl up on the bed, and stay on all fours." I commanded. She did so, facing away from me as I had intended. I decided I would get a brief taste of this pretty thing before I defiled it again, so I leaned in for a few quick plunges with my tongue. She had a tangy taste, with a little bit of latex thrown in. I'd have to remember to do this earlier next time - latex is no fun. Still, this was a diversion for my other actions. I reached into the nightstand and pulled out another condom and a tube of KY. I put the condom on quickly and popped open the tube, lubing up my latex-encased penis. I capped the tube and wiped my hands on the sheets (it was time to change them anyway) and then got in place for the finale. The Game: First Encounter I hadn't been doing a good job of licking her pussy, just a few plunges and wet slobberings, but it was enough to keep her happy for a few moments. I climbed on the bed behind her and pulled her legs in together, knees in the center of the bed. I straddled her feet and sat back on my legs in a kneeling position, then pulled her ass back and down towards me. She leaned in easily and tried to impale her pussy on my dick, but I held her up. "Get up on your knees" I said, and she pushed herself up. Now her ass was just below my face and I leaned in and bit her. Not hard, but enough to leave a mark. She shrieked and tried to turn around, but I held her hips forward and started to bring her down on me. She let me lower her, putting her weight entirely in my control, until my stiff cock touched her wet hole. I reached down and repositioned myself, then pulled her down lower. Again she shrieked as the head of my dick started to force open her tight little ass hole. She tried to get back up on her knees, but her weight was too far back and I had complete control. In this position, her own weight was forcing her lower on me every second. She reached around and tried to push up on me, but I pulled her lower. Her face was aghast at this violation, and she started yelling at me. "No! Not that! Let me up you bastard! Ow! That hurts!" I paused in the process and held her up a little, the head of my prick only barely in her dark hole. "Shut up, whore! You know how to stop me, but you won't do it because you love my cock too much. Say it! Say 'fuck my nasty ass, Bob!' Say it!" I yelled at her, wishing I had a spare hand to yank at her hair. I made sure to remind her that she did have a way out of this if she really wanted to stop. "No, I don't want to!" she said, more weakly this time. She was still trying to push herself off me, trying to wiggle my dick out of her ass, but I held her tight. "Say it, bitch! There are exactly two things you can say to me right now - you can say 'fuck my nasty ass' or you can say what it takes to make me stop. Now say it! Say the fucking words, you cock sucking slut!" She whimpered a little more and I reiterated with another half inch of cock into her ass, "Say it!" "Fuck my nasty ass!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, and even before she was done I had pulled her all the way down onto my cock, splitting her hole wide open and burying myself in her bowels. She shrieked again, a loud guttural sound that turned into a low moaning as I held her still. Her anus spasmed around my thick cock and she flinched, but I held her in that sitting position, my arms now wrapped around her body and holding her tight. I gave her a few moments to get accustomed to my cock in her ass and then I threw a hump into her, pivoting my ass out a little to pull my dick a few inches out of her, then pushing it right back in. The KY made the friction easy, but her anus was still clenching uncontrollably and the moaning turned back into more of a wail. She thrashed in my arms but it did her no good. Again I gave her a moment to relax, and again I gave her a thrust. She accepted this one with more grace, and I soon followed with another, and another, until we had a slow pace set and my thrusts, tough deep, were minor. Her moaning slowly turned back into the hot grunting from earlier, and her hands dug into my thighs. This was nice as it allowed my hands full access of her massive tits, but it needed more fire again, and the ache in my balls was just too much. I was ready to end this. I pushed her over and levered myself forward on my knees until we were in a normal dorsal position. I then got up on my feet, crouched low to keep my dick in her ass. She squirmed and complained a little, but I didn't care. Now, straddling over and above her ass, I grabbed her hips and pulled very slowly almost all the way out, then slammed it back in. Her spasm was amazing and her whole body flailed as if she had been electrocuted. She yelled something primal and ugly, and I did it again. Slowly back, all the way to the knob, then quickly down to the balls. I pulled her up into me and ground my hips into her and her moans increased. I couldn't wait any more. This had been so hot for so long, the violation of this pretty girl was just so intoxicating that I had to finally let go. I started hard, deep strokes into her back door, working hard for the orgasm I had been wanting so badly. It didn't take long. A quick mental look at some of the images from tonight was all I needed to push me over the edge, and that tight, painful sensation started in my spine. I was fucking her ass wildly now, lifting her up as much as thrusting down, and that sensation spread to my balls and the base of my cock, that primal, powerful physical command to fuck harder and keep fucking and then it was fully upon me. I picked her up almost entirely and shoved my red-hot poker as far in as it would go, and I felt the sudden swell and powerful release of my seed deep inside her. She was wailing and shrieking and yelling now, but I barely noticed. All I could do was thrust deeper, splitting her even further, trying to shove every bit of myself into that incredibly tight hole! Thrust and hold - thrust and hold - thrust and hold! And finally, that terminal thrust, the last command of the animal inside, that forces you in again and holds you there like a statue, paralyzed by the need to squeeze that last spasm of cum into her, swept over me and held me frozen. And then I fell, like a puppet with it's strings cut, all my energy spent, sent bursting up this girl's ass in reckless abandon. I fell back away from her, my cock sliding easily out of her ass. I landed on my backside and fell over, trying not to crush her legs and barely succeeding. She fell forward on her belly, appearing as worn out as I. We lay there for several minutes, catching our breath and glowing in the aftermath of that explosive sexual tryst. I eventually found the strength to go over to her and make sure she was OK. I was exhausted and had no intentions of continuing the role-playing, so I gently rolled her over and pushed a pillow under her head. She looked up at me, hair a terrible wreck with those rubber bands halfway out and the ponytails devastated, and that dreamy satisfied look in her eyes that you love to see after sex. She lifted a hand to touch my chest, and I laid mine on her belly. "Zebra" I said, to make sure the message was clear. "You alright?" She smiled, closed her eyes and wiggled her body closer to mine. "I'm more than alright. You fuck like a goddamn animal." She pushed into me and I pulled her close in a tender embrace. Our legs tangled and her plush tits mashed into my chest. "I don't think I have ever been fucked that thoroughly. Damn!" I hugged her tight and rubbed her back lightly. "I hope the ass wasn't too much. I was a little worried." "It was too much, but that's what I wanted tonight. I've had it in the ass, but never with that kind of command. Ooh! Makes me shiver just thinking about it. God DAMN, I needed to get the shit fucked out of me, and you delivered. Michelle was right about you." "She was? What did she say?" I was curious what my lover said about my abilities. We had been together for a while now and in some ways she was still a mystery to me. "She said you were just a natural. She said you have a sense of what's right for the situation, for the girl. She was fucking right, too. That was exactly what I needed." I smiled to myself as she snuggled back into my chest. I was relieved. I had been so nervous about this little game, and especially about being so aggressive with a stranger. It is important to me to do well at whatever, or whoever, I do, and that work ethic was well satisfied that night. We lay there for quite a while, even falling asleep in each other's arms for a short time until my alarm went off. My roommate was returning at midnight and I needed to have the place cleaned up by then. She helped me pick up the living room and kitchen and clean up the spilled tequila, both of us naked the whole time. It didn't take long, but watching her run around in the nude had started to get me horny again and I asked her if she was staying the night or going home. She asked which I preferred and I explained to her that while I greatly enjoyed fucking her brains out, she was built for luxury and finesse, and I would love to show her the other aspects of my talents that night. She smiled and looked at my rising hard-on, then reached out and grabbed it and started leading me back to the bathroom. "Lets get you cleaned up before we get you dirty again."