2 comments/ 26010 views/ 1 favorites The Games We Play Ch. 02 By: - K - Movie Night "I shall live, and DIE, a pirate king!" Kevin Klein is definitely my hero. I was raised off of the movie-musical "Pirates of Penzance," but my girlfriend Kitty had never seen it. I simply had to show it to her, it was my favorite movie and I was tired of her not getting my jokes. We were lying on the couch in my living room. It wasn't the comfiest of places, but it was big enough for the two of us, provided of course that she was lying on my lap. We had spent most of the day together, but we had really accomplished nothing. It was really a good break from both of our lives. She worked full time, and I spent most of my time shooting my films, and we didn't get a lot of chill time anymore. This was to be a day to relax at all costs. Just her and I for the entire night. SShe had come to my house straight from work, so she was wearing her work clothes, which were almost nicer than my dress clothes. She wore a snug black button up that hugged her soft upper body and framed her delicate figure. Her silky black skirt had made it hard for me to focus all day. Her incredible dancer legs flowed out of the garment just above the knees. Kitty usually wore stockings, but today she wore none and her immaculate, ebony flesh occupied my thoughts. Her shoes were on the floor already, as we were about twenty minutes into the movie and she was curled up on my lap. I stroked her short black hair as I watched my idol Kevin Klein in what was probably his last respectable role. "You know," I said to Kitty as the pirates were singing on the screen, "This might be the first video we've watched together beginning to end." "What do you mean? We've seen lots of movies together." She looked up at me. Her deep, sparkling brown eyes almost made me melt. "Yeah, but this is the first video. Every time you and I try to see a movie at my place, we always get..." My fingers traced up her thigh. "...distracted." She grinned. "You had better be careful, Steven. Otherwise we might get distracted again." "Now why would I want that to happen?" I traced down her neck with my other hand as my slightly cold fingertips found their way up her skirt and to her panty line. She drew in her breath quickly as I felt a shiver run down her body. I scratched my finger just below her ear, one of the secret spots on her body that I knew she loved. She rolled on me slightly, turning herself to face me. Not even opening her eyes, she brought her lips to mine and kissed me deeply, silently urging me on. Now that I knew I had the ball rolling, I couldn't stop it. I slipped out from under her and laid her gently back onto the couch. Kissing her deeply again, I ran my hands up her sides and down her spine. She broke the kiss with me, only to pull my face to her neck as she arched her back, sighing as my fingers started to arouse her further. I kissed up her neck and I began to slowly trace my tongue around her cute little ears. She clenched the back of my shirt, pinching me a little, but I pressed on as my hands found the top of button-up. Slowly opening each button one at a time, I kissed my way back down to her now exposed shoulders. As I pulled the last button from its holding place, I pushed the shirt back behind her and placed it lightly on the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the bra she was wearing. It was one of my favorites, actually. This one was black satin with a little bit of lacy fringe with a red trim on it. The undergarment did little to hide her now perked nipples that pushed hard against their fabric cage. I decided it was time to liberate them. Unhooking the back clasp with one hand (that always impressed her,) I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled it up away from her body. Her erect nipples sat upon modestly sized breasts, now completely clear in my view. I slid my hands up her stomach and slowly started to caress her breasts from beneath as my tongue trailed down to meet them. She moaned a little, lifting each tit as my lips came near and started to tantalize them. All the while, my hand had slid up her thigh and under her skirt. She must have slipped off her panties when I wasn't looking because my fingers soon felt the distinctive texture of her love nest. I gently nibbled on her nipple as my fingers began to explore. A warm, wet heat began to engulf my fingers. I knew she was loving every minute. It didn't take long before my fingers were getting very wet and she started to tug at my pants. Kitty had already been tracing my hardening penis through my jeans for a few minutes now, so I decided to release the beast. I sat back on the sofa and started to unbutton my pants. As soon as my fly dropped, Kitty sat up, reached over my boxers and grasped my shaft. I was a little surprised with this burst of assertion, but she was still being very gentle and passionate, pulling my head to kiss her and she began to slide her hand up and down the length of my manhood. Breaking the kiss, she started to lick the head and I slowly rose to my feet. Standing up gave me a better angle to get my pants off, but it also put her at a great angle to begin to engulf my pole in her hot mouth. I had not yet even stepped out of my downed trousers when she took several inches of my length into her mouth and slowly back out. I could feel electricity moving through my body as her lips caressed my crotch, and even after I got my shirt off and I was completely naked, I stood there for a while, lost in ecstasy as she swallowed my manhood time and time again. After a while, I decided it was time to return the favor. It took a lot of strength on my part, but I gently released my pride from the sanctuary of her lips and slowly laid her back onto the sofa cushions. I kissed her deeply again. Stopping briefly at her nipples again, I spread her legs and kneeled down between them. I could smell the exotic scent of her sex, and the thought of its taste drove me wild. Running my tongue up the underside of her thigh, I began to slowly dance my mouth in circles over her golden valley. She arched her back and moaned slightly, and I felt her hand move to the back of my head, ruffling my hair and gently pulling my tongue deeper into her. After I while I teased her most sensitive areas and Kitty was bucking lightly against my face. I looked up and I saw her rubbing and pinching her nipples while licking her lips. "Oh, Steven, ah, hold on. Ooo. Let me get my skirt off... ah." Kitty gasped. Smiling and licking every drop of her sweet juice from my lips, I sat back, stroking my now fully erect and trembling shaft. She turned away from me and unzipped her skirt. It was on the side, and she bent over and lower it to her ankles. Her ass was the thing dreams are made of. Her dark chocolate skin was perfectly shaped into two glorious spheres of erotic beauty. They parted a little bit when she bent down, exposing all the wonders that lie between them, and her moist slit tempted me as it traced under her body. As she began to get back up, I placed my hand on the small of her back and stopped her about halfway. She knew exactly what I had in mind. Kitty arched her back, put one knee up on the sofa and both her hands on the armrest. I walked right up behind her and slid my hands up her sides again, listing to her softly hiss as a tremble ran through her. Cupping her breasts and kissing her neck, my flagpole rubbed slowly against her hot, wet sex and I could hear her gasping a little as the contact was made. Kissing her a few more times, I slid one of my hands down her and to my own shaft, rubbing the head over the awaiting opening. After I had teased her enough, I felt her part the lips of her slit and I slowly eased myself into her pleasure garden. I was no more than an inch in when passionate fires that burned within consumed us both. We both moaned as we felt ourselves in the most intimate contact sport. Gently pulling back out, her hot juices began to coat my rod, making it slide in and out smoothly. I heard her breathing speed up as I began to pump myself into her gently. She moaned and squirmed, twisting me deeper and deeper into her. "Oh yes, Steven." She gasped. "I want it harder." That was the magic word. I clenched her hips and began to pick up the pace. Thrusting my hips at her, my manhood drilled into her like a pogo stick. Her breasts were now swaying with the motion and I reached up and firmly took one into my grip. I began to grunt a little as I did all I could to drive harder and deeper into her. Our flesh was starting to meet with a slap as sweat began to gather on our bodies. Her sexy rear jiggled as me made our brief contact and she thrust back onto my shaft. I could feel the passion building up in us both as I drove it in a few more times as deeply as I could before slowing my pace and pulling out of her. "Why did you stop?" She said, looking back at me. "Oh, I'm not done yet." I assured her, "I just want to take this in a different direction." I turned her around and pulled her hot naked flesh to my own. The mutual desire could be felt as we embraced and out lips met in the secret, dark language of love and passion. I slowly laid back down with her on the couch, and moving on top of her, I inserted myself into her waiting cunt again. She placed one leg up on my shoulder as the other lay off the side of the cushions. With her legs spread like this, my shaft could penetrate her very easily. I pulled out to the last fraction of an inch before drilling back in as far as I could. Now we were face to face as we mated in the ancient ritual of love. I gazed into her deep brown eyes as she gazed back. Then the tempo began to pick up and we closed our eyes and kissed again. We could not kiss for long, because I grabbed her shoulders and started to truly hammer her, and she had to break the kiss to start crying out. "OH YES!" she cried out. "Are you almost ready baby?" She called up to me. I could feel the pressure building in my loins and I knew the end was near for us both. "Yeah, Kitty. Just let me know when." I responded, also panting. After a about a minute of more thrusting and grunting, she climaxed. Her back arched and her hips leaned into me. She screamed for me to join her as she grabbed my arms forcefully and scratching me. I could feel the walls of her valley clench me tightly, and that was all I needed to put me over the top. Losing all feeling except that of the thunderous earthquake that emanated from my crotch, I pulled my throbbing member out of her at the last second and released my flood. The hot, white jet shot out of me and across her stomach and chest. My creamy seed on her cocoa skin streaked across her nipples and navel. She moaned and grabbed the pillow as the rivers of love juice lashed onto her midsection. My orgasm dying down, I sat back and looked at my lover with a hazy view. I was still far too dazed to speak, but I gazed at her. Her smooth, supple curves were now glowing with a thin layer of sweat, and my pale load looked like tiger stripes on her ebony skin. She was breathing heavily too, but after a while, she looked up at me. "Well, baby, that was incredible." She gasped to me as I got lost in her eyes again. "But now look at this mess you made!" She traced her finger through one of the lines of semen on her stomach, playing with it a little. "You had better clean this up, sexy boy." "You're right." I said, regaining enough strength to speak again. "Maybe we should indulge in a little shower to get us both clean again?" "Oooo, a shower would be nice." But that's a different story... The Games We Play Ch. 02 He went to the hotel of course. He didn't know what else to do. His mind was a jumble of lust, confusion and hurt feelings. Had he truly made Katie so unhappy all this time? Was he really willing to give her up to someone else's arms? And why hadn't he realized until now how very important she was to him? He had no intention of going to bed with her. He couldn't bring himself to say "fuck" because it brought to mind too many of the luscious, terrible things he'd dreamed of doing with her and to her. So, he wouldn't go to bed with her, only return her key and see if he could apologize for the way things had come about. He parked in the restaurant lot next door. His car was too noticeable in this small town, but it was near lunchtime so no one would think twice. He checked the number on the key - an old fashioned actual key not one of those magnet jobs - and headed towards the door. The motel was a country motel; lots of tiny rooms all in a row looking like one step up from a trailer park. Still, from what he had heard it was clean and actually a pleasant little place to stay. Her room number was 6, and luckily it was on the end nearest the restaurant. As he crossed the lot he kept expecting someone to recognize him, holler his name and demand to know what he was doing at a motel with the key in his hand. He made it to her door without incident though, and raised his hand to knock. He paused as it occurred to him that she must have given him the key for a reason. Perhaps she had planned on him coming later, or had planned on meeting him back here. Whatever her reasons, he couldn't simply walk into a woman's room, key or no key. He was simply too old fashioned. He rapped lightly once, and stopped as the door swung open and the sunlight behind him shone into the dimly lit motel and directly onto the single king sized bed. Now he knew why she had left the key. She must have expect he wouldn't use it though, and the chance she had taken in response took his breath away. Katie lay before him on the bed, completely naked. Her hands and ankles were bound to the corners of the bed, she was spread-eagle so tightly that it must have been painful for her to try and move even slightly. A blindfold was tied tightly across her eyes, and a small, ball-gag filled her mouth. She didn't respond when the door opened, and taking a stunned, hesitant step into the room he saw the plugs which filled her ears. He wasn't sure how long he stared at her before he realized he was still in the open doorway for anyone passing by to see. He stepped into the dim lighting and pulled the door closed. He moved towards the bed, intending to untie her, or at least give her a free hand with which to untie herself. He shouldn't be here like this, but he couldn't leave her to the mercies of the next person to enter the room either. Except, that was exactly what she had done. She had trusted him to come to her like this, not knowing for certain that it would be him who found her. She had made herself completely vulnerable for him. In fact, she was protecting him from her should anything happen. No one, including her, would ever be able to say for certain that it was he that had been in the room. He traced a finger along the edge of the leather straps that held the wrist nearest him, and for the first time she turned her head blindly towards him. He admired the curve of her arm and her shoulder as it strained upwards towards her bonds and his eyes finally dropped to those beautiful breasts he had admired so often through her shirt. They were as perfect in person as he had imagined. They boasted smooth skin and large nipples that were already becoming half-erect as he watched. He wanted to badly to touch them, to see if they would indeed fit into his palms as perfectly as it seemed. Instead, he traced another line with his finger down the line of her rib cage, underneath the round fruit he wanted so desperately. Katie made a slight noise as his fingers ran over her and her skin jumped beneath his light touch. The ache in his groin was beginning to grown, and he knew he needed to release her, place the key on the table and go. The problem was he couldn't stop touching her. He could stop himself from running his fingertips anyplace distinctly sexual, but he could no more have removed his fingers from her skin than he could have lifted the moon. He continued to trace her rib cage, her neck and her slightly curved belly and watched in fascination as her nipples grew harder under his gaze and her soft, muffled sounds become moans under his touch. How could he not take that pink tipped, beautiful mound into his mouth? Before he even recognized the thought, her nipple was between his lips and his tongue began to swirl around its exquisite tip. Had Katie been tied less tightly, she would have been pressing herself against him. As it was she was trapped by her own design and could do nothing but accept his touch. Somehow, that knowledge made his own need easier to control. Knowing that he controlled her utterly made it possible for him to simply run his tongue over one nipple, and then the other. He could spend an eternity, easing from one smooth mound to the other and sucking her nipples gently when it seemed right. He eased himself away from her when he realized he could smell her fragrance filling the small room. He knew without touching her that she was already wet and ready for him. For the first time, he allowed his gaze to drop below her waist and admire the trimmed black hair that nestled between her powerfully muscled legs. He ran a hand gently down to her waist and began to stroke her gently, ignoring the arch of her hips that begged him for more. He knew he was lost now. He had already touched her, and if he didn't slide himself inside her he thought there was a very good chance his nuts might rupture on the spot. Sliding out of his clothing, he folded them neatly, trying to use the time to regain his composure. She had placed herself utterly in his hands, and he had every intention of making sure she enjoyed her time there. If he had hurt her in the past, however unknowing, perhaps he could make up for it now. Katie was making panicked noises by the time he returned to the bed. He wondered if she thought he could ever just leave her like this. Before easing himself into the bed next to her, he loosened her bonds slightly. He wanted to be able to see her pleasure, and the bonds were too tight the way she had left them. He returned to stroking her nipples, loving the sounds she made as his fingers and tongue grazed them ever so lightly, over and over again. He ran his fingers down her side again, and she gave a sound that was part giggle and part whimper as he found a ticklish spot. He had never heard her giggle before, and he repeated the motion just for the joy of hearing it again. He remembered a time when he had hugged her in his office, the time he had come the closest to breaking. He had buried his head in her neck to smell the sweet scent of her skin, and his beard had brushed her neck as he turned his head. The effect had been instantaneous. Her nails had dug into his back and her breathing had stopped until she let it out in something that was part sigh and part moan. He had so desperately wanted to do it again, but he'd never dared. Now, he turned her head to the side and lowered his cheek to her jaw. He rubbed his soft whiskers against her neck and the effect was all he could have hoped for. She cried out past the ball in her mouth and her body lurched up as if to meet a lover not yet there. Her nipples jumped more erect than he would have believed possible, and as he continued to kiss and bite gently at her sensitive throat, her cries became louder and more frantic. He was throbbing now, a mix of pain and desire washing through him like he hadn't experienced in years. He couldn't tease her anymore and he hoped desperately that he had aroused her enough for her to find her peak. There were so many places he wanted to stroke her and to bury his tongue, but he simply couldn't hold himself back any longer. Rising over her, he angled her hips higher; glad now that he had loosened the bonds on her ankles as well. He guided himself towards her and had to stop when he saw the low lights reflecting off how wet she was already. He gave his own moan, and then thrust into her, unable to stop or be gentle any more. He knew as soon as his flesh touched hers that it would be over in minutes. His strokes were long and deep. He buried himself between her thighs and gloried in the hot, slick feel of her. When he withdrew from each thrust, her hips seemed to reach for him, drawing him back in to her. Even tied as she was, it was if she was dancing with him, moving in perfect time. Her cried were growing louder through her gag, and the sounds excited him beyond anything he had thought possible. He began to thrust harder, and he could swear she was crying "yes!" His orgasm hit him like a blow. As if he had been hit by lightning, the sensation swept through his dick and his balls, streaming the sensation out of him and into her. She responded as if she felt it, rising up against him, her hips thrashing and her cries becoming shrieks of pleasure. He had never been one to make noise during sex, but the intensity of it drew a roar from his throat, even as it drew the cum from his dick. Whether it took moments or hours he had no idea. His orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and it was over much too soon. He collapsed onto her like a puppet with cut strings and tried uselessly to keep his full weight from falling on her as his energy level vanished completely. Raising his head, he looked at her face and smiled at the peaceful expression there. True, after today their games were over, and she would be moving on. He knew he would grieve when she was gone for all the time he had wasted making them both miserable. But for now, she was his and he lay beside her and thought lovingly of all the things he had ever dreamed of doing to her. After all, she wasn't going anywhere.