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Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game

By: bobrobertson



To anyone who was expecting this story that I promised a while ago, I apologize (life events happen). But at long last, here is Part 1. Part 2 will come in another week or so (I hope).

Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game

Part 1

Danielle was struggling to ring the doorbell while holding the bottle of wine and plate of cheese, but she somehow managed to use her elbow to announce her arrival. She had been to her friend Stacy's apartment many times before so she wasn't sure why she was having so much trouble tonight. It was probably the nervousness.

The door opened and Danielle saw the familiar warm smile she always looked forward to seeing. "Hey there! Glad you could make it! Let me help you with that!" Stacy grabbed the plate of cheese from her hands. "Come in and say hi to everyone! I think you know everyone already." Stacy had invited Danielle over tonight along with several other friends of hers. Danielle was good friends with Stacy, whom she has known for many years, but she didn't know the other people in the group very well, other than the few sporadic times she saw them at various parties. 

As Danielle took off her jacket, she smiled at everyone in the room. Louis was a nice looking guy who, like her, had graduated college a couple of years ago but didn't really stand out personality wise. Remmy was a little older and worked as a bartender, which seemed to fit him well considering how socially outgoing he was. Christy was basically the same age as the rest of them, but Danielle always found her vapid with no curiosity about much of anything outside of her latest issue of Cosmo. 

When she saw that Peter was there, she groaned internally. Peter was one of those good looking guys who knew he was a good looking guy and strutted around with an arrogant charm that everybody else found endearing but she always found repulsive and a little creepy. She politely smiled at him, but the way he smiled back at her made her skin crawl.

"So is everyone ready to play?" Stacy asked the crowd who all, except for Danielle, responded enthusiastically. Danielle wasn't as thrilled, but Stacy had repeatedly begged her to come tonight. A friend of Stacy's had found some board game on the internet that was purported to be the sexiest game in existence. She couldn't believe Stacy actually paid good money for this game and invited all these people to come play. When Stacy asked her to come, Danielle knew it was terrible idea and that she shouldn't do it but she nevertheless agreed after Stacy had relentlessly pleaded for her to take part. 

"How about you, Danielle?" Peter gave her a smirk that was pure dare. He looked up and down at her. Danielle had worn a modest blouse and blue jeans, but his eyes seemed to be undressing her as though he was trying to imagine what the skin of her 38-inch chest looked like, which made her a little uncomfortable. Her sizable chest had always been a prominent feature of her 5'7" frame and all her life she had become accustomed to men lustfully looking at her extra-large distracters, but now that she was about to play some sort of sex game with these strangers, she felt extremely self-conscious about her body.

"I'm ready!" she said, looking Peter straight in the eye. Sure, Danielle wasn't the most sexually adventuresome person, she knew that about herself and this was not the sort of game she would have wanted to play if it were up to her. But there was no way she was going to be intimidated by him.

Peter guffawed, "Right." And the others laughed as well. Danielle had always had trouble making friends throughout her life. People had told her she was "stuck up," "conceited," "too goody-goody," "better than everyone else," and "egotistical." She had never found it easy to lighten up and go with the flow. During her psych course, she discovered the paragraph on controlling personalities described her way too well, and ever since then she made a point to do things outside her comfort zone every so often. Now that she was here, though, she wondered if maybe this particular event was more than she could endure. Looking at the faces of all these people eyeing her with suspicion, she could tell they wondered the same thing. Danielle decided to shove her fears aside and was determined to prove them, and herself, wrong.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Christy asked in a particularly bubbly way that made Danielle wince. 

"Basically we work our way through this booklet here," Stacy said reaching into a square-shaped duffel bag and pulling out a scarlet book with gold letters saying GUESS WHO? emblazoned on the front, the same word printed on the side of the bag. "There are a bunch of challenges, and whoever gets the most points wins."

"Great. What's the first challenge?" Danielle asked, hoping to get this game over with quickly.

"Let's see... yadda yadda..." Danielle thought about taking the booklet from Stacy, who was not the fastest reader but Stacy continued, "ok, here it is, Challenge One. Everyone must take off all their clothes except for underwear. The first person to get everything off gets five points, the last person gets negative-five points. Everyone else gets three points."

"I've set my phone to countdown in five seconds, is everyone ready?" Danielle was already feeling uncomfortable at the thought of undressing in front of other people she barely knew, especially one whom she particularly despised. But she was determined to see the game through.

BEEP! At the sound of the phone, everyone started frantically taking off their shirts and pants. The room was filled with arms and bodies in constant motion and articles of clothing being flung in every direction. "Done!" Peter exclaimed, and Danielle took a quick glance at him and saw that he was in fact completely naked except for the boxer briefs that clung tightly to the bulge in his crotch. 

Stacy cried, "Done!" next and Danielle cursed herself for having trouble pulling her pants around her ankles. When at last she did, she triumphantly said, "Done!" as well, as did all the remaining people. 

Christy asked, "Who came in last?"

Peter had a wicked smile on his face. "Well, Danielle still has her socks on, so she's not actually done yet." Danielle looked down and sure enough, she had forgotten all about her socks. She cursed herself as she pulled her stupid socks off. "And it looks like she came in last." Peter laughed. It had only been one challenge and already Danielle hated the sound of his voice.

"Ok, Challenge Two," Stacy said reading through the next page in the book and reaching into the GUESS WHO? bag to pull out three blindfolds. "Says here that there are two stages to this challenge. For the ladies, we need to put these blindfolds on and put our arms behind our backs, then each guy has one minute to put their hands on our bras. After each person has a turn, we ladies have to write down which guy was first, second, and third. Each correct answer earns three points."

Danielle could feel the eyes of the men sneaking looks at her breasts, just as she always knew when men were looking at her bosom. She stared at Stacy incredulously, "Wait, I'm supposed to let these three guys just... fondle me?"

"I told you inviting her was a mistake," Peter said to Stacy. "I knew she would ruin everything."

"I'm not trying to ruin anything, I'm just not... comfortable with this part of the game, that's all." Standing there in a thin, skin-tight lace bra and panties, Danielle felt a chill run through her body that made the hairs on her arms covering her chest stand on end.

"Face it, you're a prude." Peter said to Danielle as he snatched his pants off the floor before turning to the others. "Forget it, she's not going to go through with the game, so let's stop now and get someone else who's capable of having fun and isn't so uptight." Everyone else reached down and grabbed their clothes as well, some of them looking at Danielle with a disappointment as if all their perceptions of Danielle as a prissy, timid puritan had been proven.

"No, wait, I didn't say I wouldn't. I was surprised." Danielle's voice sounded more sheepish than she wanted. "Come on, let's keep going."

Peter kept putting his shirt back on. "You'll just balk at the next challenge. Or the next one after that. Just forget it." Danielle knew he was using reverse psychology and that he was manipulatively goading her. She knew that, but she couldn't stand having that arrogant asshole grandstand in front of everyone as if he had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt what a sexually repressed person she was.

She could feel part of her screaming for her to forget these people, stop caring what their opinions of her are, and walk away now while she could. But the part of her that had always motivated her to succeed took over and defiantly gritted her teeth, "I said, I'd finish the game and I meant it." 

"Or what?" Peter looked at Danielle.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I want some assurance that you're not going to wimp out at another challenge." Peter had a way of speaking as if he was enormously pleased with the sound of his own voice. "So what are you willing to do if you don't finish the game?"

"I... I don't know."

"Tell you what, here's the deal. If you don't finish the game, then I get one hour with you to do whatever I want to you." Peter was standing so close in front of her that she could catch a whiff of garlic from something he had eaten earlier that day. "You'll let me fuck you, you'll suck my cock, I can fuck you in the ass, whip you, ANYthing I want for one whole hour."

"What? I'm not going to agree to that!" She thought this would prove to everyone what a monumental asshole Peter was, but as she looked around the room, the only smirks and looks of disappointment she saw seemed focused on her.

"What did I tell you, she's too much of a prude to do this." Peter turned and started picking up his clothes again, and the other guys did as well. "Let's go home and find someone else tomorrow." Christy seemed unsure what to do next, but she started scanning around the room for her belongings also.

Danielle said in a determined voice, "I said I'd finish this." But as soon as she heard her own voice, she knew she sounded as skeptical of her own words as it sounded to everyone else.

Peter stared intently at her, "Then you won't have a problem agreeing to my deal, right?" Danielle could feel her face become warm with anger. She looked over at Stacy, who was standing there helplessly staring back at Danielle with eyes that pleaded for her to agree. She looked at the others who had a judgmental gaze that was accusing her of being a stuck up bitch with a superiority complex. 

And then she coldly looked back at Peter who had such a sickening, lustful smirk on his face that she would have done anything to embarrass him the way he was humiliating her right now. "Fine. You've got a deal." Danielle said flatly.

Stacy walked up to Danielle and handed her one of the blindfolds. "Remember, we're all doing this. So just relax and have fun, ok?" One of the reasons Danielle felt a special bond with her friend was the sunny disposition she displayed whenever Danielle was feeling low or dejected, but at this moment, Danielle couldn't help but find Stacy to be naïve and simplistic.

Danielle took the blindfold saying, "Thanks." As she strapped the elastic band around her head that held the cotton cover firmly over her eyes, she shook her head at herself. She knew she had a tendency to be dark and, if she were totally honest, a little prudish. She was completely blind and not a single speck of light was coming into her vision. Danielle remembered the times she had felt envious of all the women she saw at the beach who could wear skimpy bikinis without any self-consciousness, including Stacy. Danielle knew she did need to relax a little. No, a lot.

Stacy called out, "Does everyone have the blindfolds on?" and both Danielle and Christy said yes. "And did someone set the timer?" A muffled mmm-hmmm came from Danielle's right, but she didn't know whose voice it was. She put her hands behind her back and waited for the challenge to begin.

BEEP! For Danielle the world was completely black but she could feel the fingers sliding over her bra. A few second later and she could feel those same fingers digging into her breasts in a way that made her squirm a little. She tried to focus on the side of the fingers and determine the size of the hands, but she had no idea. All she knew is that those fingers had caressed every inch of her sizable breasts.

BEEP! It only took a few seconds for another pair of hands to find their way to her breasts. Once again, she felt the cold fingers squeezing her breasts tightly. She gritted her teeth as the hands searched her chest for her nipples underneath the lace and, when finding them, pinched them as hard as they could. She listened to see if she could hear the other women grunting from discomfort but all she could hear was her own groans softly rumbling in her throat. She made a mental note to say Peter was second for her.

BEEP! These last hands were even rougher than the others. Because Danielle had always had sensitive breasts, she had always put strict rules on the few boys whom she had allowed to touch her chest. Feeling her breasts being brutally clawed at in such an aggressive way made her gasp in pain. What was equally humiliating, however, was that all the physical sensations on such a sensitive area was making her pussy damp, which she very much tried to ignore. 

By now she was second-guessing herself and thinking this was Peter, but she didn't know who the first two were. Or maybe it was Louis, whom she didn't really know all that well, maybe he was capable of savaging grabbing her flesh? She tried to focus on the pitch of the heavy breathing, the height the person seemed to be, anything that could reveal who the person mauling her tender breasts might be, but it was difficult to piece together any possible evidence with her chest throbbing in agony.

When the final beep sounded, the hands squeezed hard one last time before releasing. She heard the sounds of footsteps backing away from her as she tried to take the blindfold off, but by the time she had slipped the elastic band through her hair, all the men were in a huddled group. Danielle noted that Remmy was the man closest to her, but she realized that for all she knew, they had switched places in order to confuse her. "Write down the order of guys who had touched you on this piece of paper," Stacy said sweetly as she handed a pad and pencil to Danielle and Christy while keeping one for herself. 

Danielle stared at the blank piece of paper not having any idea which guy belonged to which hands. She looked over and saw that Stacy and Christy had already finished, so she took a breath and wrote "Louis, Remmy, Peter" on her paper. 

The guys took all three pieces of paper and looked each one over. "Wow Christy, you got all three right. You get nine points. Stacy, you got one of three correct, so you get three." They giggled at each other while looking over the final paper. "Danielle, I can't believe it, but you didn't get a single one right." 

Danielle tried to ignore the warmth in her cheeks, hoping no one noticed her embarrassment. She hadn't felt this embarrassed since she was 14, when one night she let a boy she liked at church camp feel her already well-developed breasts. After he told everyone what happened, she had to endure every boy at camp for the rest of the week continually asking if she'd let him squeeze her titties, and she could even feel some of the male counselors giving her leering looks as well.

"Alright, now it's the guys' turn. Put on these blindfolds and put your arms behind your back," Stacy commanded. "Ladies, we have one minute with each guy to touch their underwear and anything underneath," unable to stop herself from giggling. "And then they have to guess which of us was in which order. I'll set the timer."

As all the guys put on their blindfolds, Danielle surveyed all of their bodies and noted how sleek and muscular they all were, Louis in particular was well-toned. Danielle looked at the other women and they randomly switched places and stood in front of their respective man. Danielle was left standing a few feet in front of Peter, and as much as she loathed the thought of him having touched her body in any way, or the thought of touching him sexually, she had to admit that he had an attractive physique.

BEEP! Danielle hesitated a few seconds before lightly pressing her palm against his groin. She rubbed her hands clockwise a couple of times and could feel his penis stiffening. As she continued rubbing, his cock quickly became hard and upright. Her chest was still throbbing in pain, so she decided to give his penis a good hard squeeze in retaliation for whoever had done that to her, even if it wasn't him. But as she clenched her fist as hard as she could, she looked up and saw Peter with a contented smile that made her sick to her stomach.

BEEP! Danielle was grateful to move on to Remmy, and as she reached down she of course found his cock already very rigid. She moved her hand up and down his shaft and could feel him become engorged. She liked Remmy, at least as much as any of Stacy's other friends, so she didn't mind seeing his bright smile as she stroked his dick. In fact, she could feel herself become more damp in her groin as she moved along his stiffness.

BEEP! She wished she had more time with Remmy, but she obediently went to Louis. She knew she had met him before at other parties, but she tried to remember which ones and what they had talked about, but for the life of her she couldn't remember anything about him. She stroked his cock slowly a few times, and smiled when she heard him groan in satisfaction. Then she decided to grab his cock and thrust her hand up and down as fast as she could. Within seconds, Louis's entire body began trembling and he was gasping for air. Danielle couldn't help but feel proud as she continued satisfying him. She was sure she could make him ejaculate before the beeper went off, so she was disappointed when the timer beeped and Louis was simply panting with no sticky spot on his underwear after all.

The guys wrote down their deductions for the names of the girls in order. Both Peter and Remmy got all three names correct, but Louis only got one and it wasn't Danielle. She smiled to herself that she was able to fool him by being more sexually playful than he gave her credit.

"Alright, the book says to tally up all the scores so far and see if anyone has a negative number. It looks like... Danielle is the only one who is negative so far."

"So what does that mean?" Danielle asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

"According to the book, anyone who has a negative number after the first two challenges must do a Penalty Challenge. If the person is female, then..." Stacy's voice trailed off as she continued reading to herself. Without a word, she reached into the duffel bag and pulled out some dice and handcuffs. As she took a blindfold from Remmy, she said, "Danielle, you need to take your bra and panties off."

"You cannot be serious!"

"Come on, we're all adults here. Just do it. We'll all be naked before too long." Danielle could feel the lust in the men and the envy in the women. Her breasts have always garnered her attention, and usually not the kind she sought. She knew, though, that she had protested so many things already tonight, and it would be better to just reach behind her and unclasp her bra with as much pride as she could maintain. As her breasts jiggled free, she felt the cool air against her nipples that made them instantly erect. She pulled her panties below her rounded hips and let them fall to the floor. 


Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 02



Thanks to all who left the kind compliments in Part 1. And to those who don't know or haven't looked at my other stories, I also have another story series, "The Bra Salesman," over in the Humor section. Enjoy!

Part 2

Danielle's breasts were jiggling as she stood there panting. They had been playing the game for nearly two hours already, and now that she was being told that the game was about to "get interesting" made her wonder just how much more her 5'7" frame could endure. Even though she was finally starting to enjoy herself, she could feel her muscles becoming weak and the tenderness in her sensitive 38-inch breasts becoming too intense. 

She waited for someone, anyone else to say they were too tired to continue and ask to postpone the rest of the game for another night. Unfortunately, no one said anything so Danielle, already having protested too many times beforehand, said nothing as well.

Thing is, part of Danielle very much wanted to continue. The number of orgasms she'd had tonight probably exceeded the combined orgasms she'd had the rest of her life that involved another human being. She had never felt as alive or as sexually energized, and no matter how much her throbbing tits or tingling pussy wanted to rest, there was an insatiable, unchartered side of her that wasn't ready to stop just yet. Whether she would physically be able to keep going, however, was another question altogether.

"First, we need to assign partners," Stacy explained. Everyone was given a number between 1 and 6, and that would be their dice number for the remainder of the game. 

"Now let's see who will be paired with who for this next challenge. We'll start with Christy." Stacy rolled the dice and it landed on Peter's number. Danielle breathed a sigh of relief, but she saw him stare at her, and she wasn't sure if it was because he heard her or because of disappointment. It took a couple of rolls, since it landed on Peter's and Danielle's numbers respectively, but Danielle was eventually paired with Remmy, and therefore Stacy was paired with Louis. 

"Now that that's settled," Stacy said as she picked up a spray can of whipping cream. Danielle didn't recognize the brand, so she wasn't sure if the whipped cream came with the GUESS bag or if someone bought it separately. "Ladies, put out your hand." 

As she filled each palm with the puffy white sugar, she explained, "Challenge Five is a race. The women will put the whipped cream anywhere they want on their body, and the guys have to lick it all off. Whichever guy finishes first wins and gets 10 points. Second place gets 3 points." The girls all sat down on the couch beside each other.

Danielle stared for a minute at the air-injected fluffed sugary concoction in her hand. Before tonight, she would definitely have preferred a guy to suck on her tits than go anywhere near her crotch with his tongue. But now that she has discovered the joys of cunnilingus, not to mention the fact that her breasts were raw and sore, she smeared the entire handful of whipping on her pussy that was already damp with anticipation. Danielle saw the others smearing some whipping on their crotch and some on their chests.

Remmy looked at her confused at first, probably because he was hoping to get his mouth on her luscious breasts again, but when the buzzer went off, he obediently dove down between her legs. Danielle slumped back and opened her legs as wide as possible on the crowded couch and closed her eyes and she felt him explore her inner thigh and pussy lips with his tongue. 

As she relished the feelings in her groin when he drove his tongue deep into her wetness, she felt his hands reach up and search for her tits until his fingers were well buried into her fleshy mounds. She groaned as he lapped at her pulsing cunt and ate the whipped cream off her dripping wet thighs. Her erect nipples revealed her arousal even as he aggressively clutched her aching breasts and pulled on her nipples between his fingers. 

Off to her side, she heard Christy shout, "He's done!" and Danielle looked over and saw a few remants of whipping on Peter's face as he licked the last bit off of Christy's naked breasts. Remmy continued swirling his tongue inside of Danielle's moist twat, and she moaned again as he dug his fingers into her swollen tits. 

She was getting close to orgasm when she opened her eyes and saw that the last of the whipped cream was gone, so she said, "Done!" a few milliseconds before Stacy said the same thing. Remmy looked up at Danielle very pleased with himself how well he licked her pussy, and Danielle's smile told him he had every right to be pleased. Still, her cunt was pulsing with unreleased sensations.

The women took damp towelettes and cleaned themselves off before proceeding to the next part. "Ok, this time the race is for the girls, same rules," Stacy said as she sprayed equal but generous amounts of whipped cream into the guys hands. All three guys did the same thing once they say on the couch, in that they spread the entire contents of their whipping all over their stiff cocks. The women gave knowing glances to each other without the slightest surprise that this is what the every guy chose to do.

When the buzzer went off, Danielle opened her mouth wide and stuffed as much of Remmy's cock into her mouth. All she could immediately taste was the flavor of sugary fluff, but underneath her tongue found the hard dick and she sucked as hard as she could to swallow as much whipping as fast as possible. 

When her tongue found the head of his penis, she couldn't help but linger there and lick the throbbing end of his cock, and she could hear him grunt in approval. She moved her lips to surround his tip, and she heard him groan which made her pussy moisten. As she bobbed her head up and down furiously on his shaft, she felt like his cock was swelling with cum. She heard someone else say, "Done," but she didn't stop sucking as hard as she could. 

Remmy groaned loudly as Danielle's mouth was suddenly filled with a mix of cum and whipped cream. She heard him say, "Done" as trickles of cream and cum drooled down the sides of her mouth and onto her massive chest. At first she was aghast at what had just happened, but when she looked up and saw the sexual gratification in his face, she found herself feeling delighted with what she had done to him. 

"Ok, looks like I won that round," Stacy said, "and Danielle came in second." Christy looked up at Louis with a disappointed look but he was too busy smiling at the other guys to notice. "Next, we have Challenge Six. Whoever gets chosen has to spend three minutes with one of these silicone items," Stacy continued as she held up a dildo and a plastic pussy. "Ten points for finishing, negative twenty if you don't." 

When the dice landed on Christy's number, Danielle was relieved. She knew that, despite her brush with climax that begged to be completed, her body desperately needed a break from all the fucking and stimulation. 

Christy took the dildo from Stacy's hand and smeared a generous portion of oil all over it. Danielle found herself mesmerized by the realistic veins on the glistening polyethylene, remembering a brief documentary she had seen years ago about how some dildos were created. A man with an extra large penis is used to put his cock into a larger shaft of liquid rubber. The difficulty was that he had to keep his dick stiff and erect for around fifteen minutes so that the rubber could harden around his cock to make a mold, but the man had to keep his erection without ever touching himself and keeping his penis perfectly still. She thought of that mans' face, with his eyes clenched shut as he tried to conjure up whatever sexual image his brain could produce that could keep his erection going. As Christy rubbed the dildo against the lips of her cunt, Danielle smiled at the thought of the man who had, with difficulty and perseverance, kept up his large erection so that this moment could happen.

When Christy gasped as she slowly moved the dildo in and out of herself, Danielle felt the sharp twinge of pleasure in her own groin reminding her of her own unmet needs. She watched with fascination as Christy inserted the head of the dildo into herself and touched herself from every angle. 

Christy's eyes were barely open, but her mouth was smiling wide, as she seemed to completely enjoy stimulating herself. Danielle's self-explorations were so self-conscious that she didn't always succeed in achieving orgasm, so she couldn't imagine doing anything like this in front of other people. 

Yet Christy seemed so confident, so self-assured, so comfortable with herself, that she seemed to not mind one bit that other people were listening to her pant and squeal as she moved the dildo faster and faster in and out of her wet pussy. Her smile continued to brighten as she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. 

Her hands were now shoving the silicone cock hard into herself and Danielle could see the drops of wetness coming out of her pussy and being strewn in every direction. Christy's gasps were getting higher in pitch, so much so that Danielle didn't think her own voice had ever gotten that high.

The timer beeped, but Christy had apparently not quite done what she needed because her hands never slowed down. She continued thrusting the plastic into herself until she let out a half-shriek, half-moan and her entire arms became still and motionless. Her panting was so fast now, and Danielle wondered if Christy would hyperventilate. 

Just when Daniele thought Christy might pass out, she let out a satisfied groan that hung in the air for several seconds as her body twitched and convulsed in orgasm. As her breathing slowed down to a more normal rhythm, Danielle felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Christy grin from ear to ear as she deftly slid the dildo out of her dripping wet cunt. Several people clapped in approval, and Christy bowed her head in appreciation.

"And now, it's the guys turn," Stacy said as she rolled the dice. The first roll was on Stacy's number, so she rolled again. When it landed on Louis's number, he snarled in disapproval. But considering he had just applauded what Christy did, Danielle thought to herself, surely he wouldn't renege now. 

Louis took the bottle of oil that had come with the game and poured a significant amount on the plastic pussy in his hand. He then rubbed the fake cunt up and down the shaft of his cock until the oil glistened on his dick and Danielle could see hints of rainbows shining from his stiffening cock. He stroked his cock several times, his fist clenching around the handful of polyethylene wrapped around his cock.

It was then that Danielle glanced up at Louis's face and saw that he was staring right at her. His eyes had zeroed in on her body and he was pleasuring himself in front of her and everyone. For a second, Danielle was mortified, but then she realize that her naked body was able to make Louis stiff with pleasure and she actually felt proud. She realized her legs were crossed and her arms were draped over her torso, but now she put both her arms behind her back and spread her legs so that he could get a good look at her body.

As soon as she did, his thrusting fist moved even faster and she could see the lustful look in his eyes going over her tits and pussy. She began squeezing her nipples and she could hear him moan. When she dug her fingers into her own breasts, she could hear his panting become groans. Seconds later, she watched in fascination as small drops of cum shot out of his cock and arced into the air and onto the floor. 

The buzzer had gone off amidst everyone's applause, but Danielle and Louis were staring at each other, neither one blinking or breaking the gaze for even a second. Danielle could feel her nipples becoming hard and she was sure that he had noticed. But then she felt everyone's eyes upon her and she realized they knew what had just happened between her and Louis. Stacy smiled approvingly, but she couldn't tell what Peter or Remmy were thinking. Their smiles suggested they also approved of her growing sexual boldness, but their eyes had hints of jealousy.

"Next challenge, let's see, Challenge Seven" Stacy said as she picked up the book, "this one is three minutes of masturbating in front of everyone, no toys of any kind. The ladies will be represented by... Danielle!" As several people clapped, Danielle felt her face become warm. After everything she had done tonight so far, she didn't know why she suddenly felt a wave of terrifying embarrassment. 

"What's the matter, princess?" Peter looked at her with the smile of a cat playing with a helpless mouse. "Throwing in the towel?"

Danielle gritted her teeth, "No. I just... I'm getting prepared mentally."

"Maybe I should get you physically prepared, huh?" he said laughing as he stroked himself. Remmy and Louis were smiling along with him.

Danielle put on a wide, fake smile. "It's ok, I can get a pencil if I need that kind of preparation." Remmy and Louis started howling with laughter, as did Christy and Stacy. Peter's face turned to stone and stared blankly at Danielle as she sat smirking on a chair in front of the group. 

Danielle closed her eyes and tried to mentally stop her heart from pumping as fast and loud as it was. If she was comfortable enough to watch Christy have an orgasm in front of the group, then she needed to be comfortable enough to do the same. She felt her hands become clammy as she took a deep breath.

Danielle leaned back in the chair and grabbed both of her breasts. She could feel her soft flesh pushing out between her fingers as she dug her hands into her chest. She closed her eyes and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, giving them a slight tug that pulled her skin out. Her right hand slid down her stomach and into her crotch. 

At first she tried not to think about everyone else in the room, but when opened her eyes for a second and saw the men gaping rapturously at her pussy, she actually felt even more aroused. As she spread her legs wider, she rubbed the outer lips of her labia. She threw her head back and gasped when a jolt of sexual pleasure shot through her body as she used her fingers to spread the lips of her moist pussy apart.

Her left hand was now squeezing harder on her tit, kneading and rolling mounds of flesh through her fingers, as her right hand circled the wet folds of skin of her pussy. When she inserted two fingers into her pulsing cunt, her body shuddered and she could feel her breasts shake from the tremor. 

She thought she could hear the men breathing faster as they watched her naked body, but she soon realized it was her own breathing. Again she plunged her fingers inside herself, and she spread her legs further apart so that she could push inside even deeper. By now, her fingers were dripping wet and she shoved her fingers into her pussy again and again and again. Her breathing quickened, and she squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could which made her moan with pleasure.

Danielle leaned to the right so that her head draped over the side of the chair as she draped her left leg over the arm of the chair. Her right hand was now furiously pounding into her pussy, and she could feel drops of wetness landing on her inner thighs, shaking from all the force she was using. Her left fingers dug straight into her breasts and she could feel her erect nipple peeking out from between her fingers as she gasped in rhythm with the hammering she was giving herself in her cunt. Danielle heard a squeal erupt from her throat as a wave of orgasmic pleasure burst from her loins and swept across her sweaty body. 

She arched her back and continued hammering her groin, pausing briefly to swirl her fingers within the swollen, slippery walls of her vagina. As another wave of orgasm flooded her system, she felt the gasping and moaning in her throat become loud, staccato grunts of erotic pleasure. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" She tried to spread her legs even wider as she shoved her fingers deeper inside her at a faster pace. "UNGH! UHGH! YES!" She could feel her tits bouncing up and down as she continued fucking herself as hard as could. "UNGH! UNGH! YES! YES! UNGH!"

Another wave of intense pleasure washed across her body, which made her randomly jerk and twitch. UNGHUNGH The feelings were becoming too intense UNGHUNGH and she felt as if she were holding her breath UNGHUNGH when an orgasm exploded within her UUUUNNNNGH!! As her body relaxed and settled back into her chair, she lightly swirled her fingers around her throbbing pussy, dripping with wetness. 

She opened her eyes and she saw looks of amazement on everyone in the group. Everyone that is, except Peter, who was holding his phone in front of him and apparently recording every second of her masturbation. "Hey!" she exclaimed.

Remmy looked over at Peter and smacked his cell phone down, "Come on, man. That's not cool." Danielle's gratefulness toward Remmy was overshadowed by her mortification of being recorded.

"Fuck you," Peter said irritated as he picked up his phone, "that was fucking awesome. That was one of the hottest things I have every witnessed in my life." Hearing the admiration in his voice made Danielle oddly, and surprisingly, pleased with herself in a way that almost overrode her embarrassment. As someone who has been known all her life for being cold and prudish, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment for doing something that anyone would find the hottest thing ever.

Peter looked down at his phone and his face changed to horror, "Shit, I ran out of room! It didn't record anything! Fuck!!" Danielle felt the heaviness lift off her body allowing herself to breathe again. As much as she appreciated the compliment, the thought that Peter would have a videotape of her to view whenever he wanted made her stomach tighten.

"Moving on," Stacy said with an edge in her voice as she looked at Peter, "it's the guys turn. And now it's... oh, look it's Peter!" The dice was positioned where Danielle couldn't see it, which made her suspect that Stacy was being less than candid about where it landed. Danielle assumed Stacy wasn't too pleased with Peter's attempt to record the night's activities and this was her way of exacting a little revenge.

If it was punishment she wanted, however, Peter didn't seem the least bit bothered. Everyone sat in a semi-circle with Peter in the middle, who flashed a smile of suspicion at Stacy but didn't protest. He poured a generous amount of oil on his hand and then he walked right in front of Danielle and started stroking his stiff cock. 

He held his dick inches away from her face, so close that she could identify the rosemary herbs in the oil. Danielle shifted in her seat, but Peter kept his body in front of her. He stood over her, looking down on her, as he slid his hand up and down over his oily cock.

"Squeeze your tits for me," he told her. Danielle looked over at Stacy, not knowing if this was permissible under the rules of the game, but Stacy shrugged her shoulders. Danielle looked up at Peter again as he licked his smirking lips. She couldn't stop her eyes from darting down and fixing on the hard dick protruding into her face. "Come on! Like you did for Louis! Rub your tits for me!" She looked around the room, and everyone was staring at her, wondering what she was going to do.

Truth is, she didn't know herself. Every time she looked at Peter, she felt like she could see a shadow covering up pieces of him. But after spending the last hour or so exploring her own sexuality in ways she never had before, she found herself craving every experience she could. She locked eyes with Peter and ran her hands over her chest. 

As she dug her fingers into the soft skin of her tits, she saw him smile, "Oh yeah! Mmmm squeeze 'em hard!" She gritted her teeth as she clenched her fingers as hard as she could, and she wasn't sure if the smile on her face came from the orgasmic feeling of her raw, tender breasts or from the look of satisfaction as Peter pumped his cock faster and faster. 




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 02



Suddenly, with a loud groan, his dick erupted with jism and Danielle realized just how close he was as globs of green cum spread all over her chest and face. "How about licking me clean, huh?" Peter asked. 

He tried to press his sticky cock into her cheek, but she leaned back and pushed him away from her. She managed to mumble "I don't think so" that she wasn't sure if anyone could actually hear. Still, Danielle's gaze focused on the drops of cum covering his hard dick, mere inches from her face, as he continued to rub himself slowly. When he walked away, Danielle turned her head away from everyone and quickly jutted her tongue out until it found one bead of cum on her cheek, just to see what it tasted like, and it didn't taste near as bad as she thought it would.

"Ok, Challenge Eight," Stacy said as she picked up the instruction book, "is talking dirty to someone. If you get someone to smile, you get 10 points. If they don't smile, you lose 10 points. And the dice chooses... Danielle again!" Danielle wished she could go back and masturbate in front of the group again, since that would be far more preferable than this next challenge. "Pick someone to talk dirty to," Stacy told her, "and then you have two minutes to get a smile from them. No touching of any kind. All you can do is talk. So who's your victim?"

"Ok, I... um... I pick Louis." After the intense moment they had a few minutes ago, Danielle hoped she could build off that and get a smile from him. She remembered an old boyfriend, Steve, who loved talking dirty whenever they had sex. She had tried, but she was always too self-conscious to get Steve aroused. They dated less than a month before they grew tired of each other, and Danielle couldn't remember whose idea it was to break it off. As Louis sat down on a chair in the middle, Danielle tried to remember how he talked to her.

BEEP! "Oh... um... ok." She didn't realize the game would start so soon. "Oh Louis," Danielle said breathlessly, "I really want you.. y'know... I want your penis..." She heard a few sniggers from the circle, "Your cock... mmm... oh your cock is so... I love it." Danielle was hoping for some outward sign on Louis's face that he was listening to her, but his face didn't budge a muscle. "Put your tongue on my breasts and then FUCK me." She thought the emphasis would be sexy, but somehow it came across as desperate. 

"Fuck me with your... I want you to fuck me hard. Mmmm baby, give it to me!" Danielle wasn't sure if she sounded as silly as she thought, but when she stole glances at people in the circle, she assumed it did. "Fuck me hard! Yeah, mmmm! I want you so bad!"

She decided this wasn't working, so she positioned herself directly in front of Louis and began rubbing her tits. "Mmmm, I want you to fuck me so hard! And squeeze my tits, go ahead. Squeeze my big tits and fuck me as hard as you can!" His eyes were staring at her body, but no part of his face moved. "Come on, grab my boobs and fuck my pussy. I am so wet! I want you to fuck my wet pussy and... and put your face into my tits." She used both her hands to jiggle her breasts, which she thought for sure would get a smile out of him. "My pussy is so wet. I want you to fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me hard!"

The timer went off, and Louis immediately let out a huge breath, "Holy shit! I didn't know how much longer I was going to last!" His face beamed with giddy delight as he stared at Danielle's trembling chest. Great, Danielle thought, NOW he's smiling.

"And for the guys, we have..." Stacy rolled the dice, "Peter."

He grabbed Danielle's arm as she tried to sit in the chair around the circle, "No no no, YOUR chair is in the middle here," and he pointed to the seat in the center. "I'm going to show you how this is done." Fine, Danielle told herself, but she swore she was not smiling at anything he might say. 

BEEP! Peter knelt down beside Danielle, "Y'know, when we stared this game, I didn't think you had it in you. I thought you would have left by now. But you surprised me tonight. I've been watching you, and I can tell you're enjoying this. I can see how much you like all of this. Admit it, your pussy has been dripping wet, hasn't it? You want to be fucked, you love being fucked, and you want us to fuck you again, don't you?" Danielle could feel her face become red. "What you were saying to Louis, that was true, wasn't it? You want us to squeeze your tits and fuck you hard."

Peter's voice dropped lower as he put his head next to her ear, "You like the feeling of a good hard cock inside that wet pussy of yours, right? And you love feeling a tongue sliding across your tits and against your nipple. And you really love the feeling of being fucked over and over. You do, right?" Danielle stared ahead as she heard Peter whisper in her ear, "And you had no idea just how much you'd love someone eating your pussy, right?" Too late, Danielle realized she could feel her mouth start to smile. "And soon, you're going to have cock after cock after cock fucking that tight little twat of yours, and you are going to love every fucking second of it, aren't you?" Danielle tightened her mouth, but she couldn't stop the ends from lifting up.

Everyone in the group announced they saw Danielle smile. She thought about protesting, that what she had done could barely be called a smirk, but she didn't want to come off as a spoilsport. And the fact is, despite her resistance, she had smiled. She looked at the rest of the group with a sheepish I-got-caught look that let everyone know she wasn't going to dispute what happened.

"Oh my," Stacy said, reading ahead in the rulebook, "the Challenge Nine is called the Secret Threesome. We blindfold and handcuff one person, and he or she has five minutes to identify the two other people. Five points for each correct answer. We'll roll to see who is going to take part. And the blindfold goes to... Louis!" Stacy handed the blindfold to Louis, who was grinning ear to ear. Stacy continued, "And now to determine who else is going to be a part of this. When Stacy rolled the dice two more times, she pointed to Christy and herself. The two of them approached Louis, who was already sitting on the couch obediently blindfolded and handcuffed.

Danielle's eyes became wide as she watched her friend drop to her knees and swallow Louis's entire erection into her mouth. Stacy's head was bobbing up and down and Christy crawled into Louis's lap and, holding both sides of his head firmly, shoved her chest into his face. Louis used his tongue to lap every inch of her firm tits as he could, all the while moaning from the intense blowjob Stacy was giving him.

Christy pushed Louis down so he was flat on the couch, then she turned her body around and sat on his face. She pressed her hands on his chest to keep her balance as she gyrated his hips on top of his face. At the same time, Stacy released his cock from her mouth and climbed onto his lap, carefully sliding his stiff dick into her wet pussy. 

The two ladies were humping him from both sides so that his body was rocking to and fro in no particular rhythm. Danielle couldn't tell exactly what Louis was thinking, since his face was completely covered with Christy's groin, but the way he was bucking his hips into Stacy and straining his head, glistening with the wetness pouring out of Christy's soaked pussy, made her think that Louis was enjoying himself immensely. 

Stacy certainly was, since her gasps of pleasure were becoming faster and higher in pitch until, as her body pounded his groin harder and harder, her screams merged into one long squeal of delight. Her breasts were shaking uncontrollably as she vibrated her hips and clenched her pussy around his engorged cock, at least that's what Danielle assumed.

Christy was also moaning as she slid her crotch slowly over Louis's face. Once Stacy finished cumming, Christy gestured for her to move off of him. When Stacy had removed herself, Christy reached down and gently licked all the cum off his cock, all the while keeping her cunt firmly pressed against his head.

Just as Christy had removed every last drop of cum off his shaft, the buzzer went off, BEEP! She lifted her pelvis off of Louis, who immediately took a deep breath. Stacy was breathing heavy, but she tried hard to sound normal as she spoke, "So Louis, who do you think that was?" 

"Definitely Christy," he said smiling. "And... uh... the other one, wow she was slamming me hard... I'm going to guess Stacy." Everyone erupted in applause, but Danielle felt a little hurt. She wasn't sure if Louis guessed that Danielle would never have let loose like that, which made her a little angry, even if she did admit that belief was fully justified.

"For the ladies, it looks like it will be," and Stacy gasped when the dice stopped, "me! Ok, someone else will have to do the selection," and she handed the dice to Danielle. Once Stacy had been properly blindfolded and handcuffed, Danielle rolled the dice and the first one landed on Peter, the second roll landed on herself. She avoided looking at him as she approached Stacy, who was already lying on the couch.

She stared at Stacy's breasts, not knowing exactly what to do. She knew how to stimulate a female breast; she certainly had done that to herself plenty of times over the years. But this would be the first time she ever stimulated someone ELSE's breast, and she felt her heart racing faster.

Peter had already positioned himself at Stacy's groin and was already sliding his hard cock in and out of her. Danielle decided that if she came across as timid, Stacy would know immediately who she was, so she pulled her hair back and playfully bit on Stacy's erect nipple. Danielle rubbed her fingers all over Stacy's tit as she continued munching on the nipple and flicking it with her tongue.

Danielle felt something in her crotch, and she realized that she was kneeling right next to Peter and he was sliding two fingers into her pussy. He never stopped thrusting his cock into Stacy, but now he was pumping his fingers inside of Danielle's wet cunt at the same time. Danielle laughed at herself, since a few hours ago she would have been aghast but now found it incredibly arousing and exciting to be finger-fucked while gnawing on her best friend's tits. 

Peter was now slapping his hand against her ass hard as he shoved himself inside her, and Danielle couldn't help but moan as wetness poured out of her. She spread her legs a little further apart so he could penetrate her even deeper, and he responded by pumping even faster. Danielle was trying to focus on fondling Stacy's chest, but she found it hard to concentrate since she was about to orgasm yet again. 

She squeezed Stacy's breasts hard, and Stacy herself was moaning now as Peter continued pounding his cock inside her. But Danielle's body quivered with excitement as Peter's fingers hammering at her pussy made her orgasm, and she had to bite her lip from squealing.

BEEP! Danielle couldn't believe five minutes had passed already, and she desperately wanted Peter to continue playing with her twat, but she obediently backed away from Stacy, as did Peter. Christy helped Stacy up and asked, "Well? Who do you think it was?"

As she was helped out of her handcuffs, she panted, "I'm pretty sure that was Peter, and..." she paused and looked at Danielle. "Was that YOU?"

Everyone applauded for Stacy, and Danielle blushed at the shock in her friend's voice that implied Danielle was more of a slut than she realized.

"Ok, that's ten points for me." Stacy thumbed through the book as she caught her breath, "So now we need to add up all the scores and see who came in last." Stacy took out the scorecard and quickly tallied up all the numbers. "Although it's pretty easy to see that Danielle by far has the fewest points."

"So what does that mean?" Louis asked as though he was licking his lips expectantly, which Danielle didn't mind all that much.

"This is called the Lightning Round. Danielle, you'll be blindfolded and handcuffed on this table here." Before Danielle could say anything, Peter was already behind her pulling her arms back and clicking the handcuffs around her wrists. "Each person will have ten seconds to do anything they want to you and you have to identify them." Her vision went dark as someone pulled the blindfold over her eyes and gently laid her down on the table. "At first, you get one person at a time and you get one point for each right answer. Then, you'll get two people at a time, and you get two points for each right answer. As we add more people to the mix, you get more points. Any questions?"

Danielle shook her head and took a deep breath. Her pussy was drenching wet in anticipation and she felt as though every nerve in her body was on high alert. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest underneath her enormous tits that were shaking with eagerness. Peter's words were still echoing in her head about how much she enjoyed being fucked, how she wanted a hard cock in her mouth, how she loved having her tits squeezed, how much she enjoyed having her pussy eaten, and more than anything how she couldn't wait to be fucked again and again and again. She felt like a humongous whore for wanting these strangers to touch her and fuck her, but right now she really didn't care. "Go ahead."

Someone turned her head to the side and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and realized that its girth and texture seemed familiar to her. BEEP! When the dick was pulled out of her mouth, she gasped, "Louis!" and was told she was correct.

She felt someone pinch her nipple and then shove it into their mouth. As the tongue lapped at her erect tit, she thought it felt like a male and the tongue was drier than the others. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm swell within her. BEEP! "Peter," she said and was confirmed.

Someone pulled on her other nipple and bit down on the fleshy underside of her breast. The hair falling on her body must be female, and the way the person gnawed at her seemed rather bold. BEEP! "Christy," she panted and was correct again.

Her legs were thrown apart and a stiff cock was shoved in her pussy, which would have made her gasp except someone else had grabbed her head and pushed another hard dick into her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could as the frenzied pounding in her pussy made her entire body rock back and forth, and she could feel her massive chest undulating in rhythm. She was close to orgasm now but she tried to stifle her yelps of pleasure to focus. She thought she could tell who was in her mouth by its width, but she had trouble identifying who the cock in her cunt belong to. BEEP! "Peter was in my mouth," she gasped, "and I think, Remmy in my pussy." She was right about Peter, but wrong about Remmy, so she made a mental note of how Louis' cock felt inside her.

Now her legs were lifted straight up and she relaxed her pussy to allow another cock to come inside her. As he hammered away at her soaking wet cunt, her breasts were being licked and bitten by someone else. Her entire body convulsed as an intense orgasm rushed through her system. BEEP! "Uh, Remmy in my pussy and Stacy on my tits." Two more correct answers.

She felt two people licking both of her erect nipples, and then the person on her left slid three fingers into her ass and was pumping as fast as possible. Her body was on fire, and she gasped and panted as the two mouths locked on her tender breasts were sinking their teeth into her soft skin. She could feel wetness pour out of her as the fingers rammed furiously in and out of her. BEEP! She had no idea who was there, so she guessed, "Um... Peter on my left and Christy on my right." Neither one was correct.

This time, two more mouths were biting her raw nipples as she felt a hard cock being shoved inside her ass. Her body was shuddering in ecstasy from another orgasm ripping through her, and her gigantic tits were jiggling beneath the teeth clamped onto her erect tits. She surprised herself by groaning loudly, "UNGH!" and she could hear someone snickering off to the side. Danielle was moving her hips in rhythm to the cock that was pounding away at her tight asshole. She instinctively tried to press the two heads into her chest, but her hands were handcuffed beneath her behind her back. BEEP! She panted breathlessly, "Louis in my ass, Stacy on my left tit, Christy on my right." Two correct answers.

An oiled silicone dildo was forced into her pussy and a naturally hard cock was shoved into her mouth. Two hands squeezed her tits hard and, even though it hurt, she liked the pain and arched her back in appreciation. Her head was upside down as the cock in her mouth was pushed farther in until she could feel the stiff cock throbbing inside her throat. The shaft in her pussy was going in and out of her so hard that she wondered if the heat in her pussy was from the friction or from her own arousal. BEEP! Cum exploded in her throat and by the time his cock was pulled out of her, her mouth was coated with warm, stick jism that splurged out onto her face. "Louis in my pussy, Remmy in my mouth, and , uh, Stacy on my tits." Only one was right.

The dildo was never pulled out of her, and there was only a second pause before someone else started slamming the silicone device into her soft, wet cunt. She felt another dildo pushed into her ass, and she arched her back to allow it. Two more mouths were eating her sore tits, and she could feel her humongous breasts shuddering as her body spasmed from another orgasm. "UNGH!" she screamed, "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Fingers were pressing into her mammaries and her hips were bucking in rhythm to the pounding in her cunt. She could still taste the warm saltiness of the leftover cum around her mouth and tongue. BEEP! "I... I don't know," she panted with a smile, "forget the game. Just fuck me."

She opened her mouth wide so that another cock could be pushed into her esophagus, and she spread her legs wide to allow someone to pull the dildo out of her cunt and insert his own stiff rod into her drenched, waiting pussy. She felt lips and fingers all over her chest, exploring every inch of her massively large tits, making her raw nipples so hard and erect that they hurt. She could feel the stimulation of the dildo still firmly wedged into her tight ass.

She sucked hard on the cock in her mouth, and she used her jism-soaked tongue to lick his shaft as it was repeatedly thrusted into her jaw. Her crotch was sore from the constant fucking she had done all night, but she didn't care about that. All she cared was that the dick impaling her throbbing cunt not stop until her body was too exhausted to generate any more orgasms. 

The timer had gone off but no one touching Danielle's body stopped what they were doing; in fact, she was thankful that she heard someone turn the timer off. Her tits were covered with tongues and fingers and teeth as they fondled her mounds of flesh, bit her tender nipples, and licked her raw, sensitive skin until her tits quivered with pleasure. She wanted to moan in appreciation, but the stiff cock pumping in and out of her mouth made that impossible.

She could feel the dick in her mouth swell and she thought it would erupt with cum at any second, but it was her pussy that felt the burst of sticky jism fill her soft, wet vagina. An orgasm raced through her body, and her tits began flapping and flailing so much that the fingers gripping her breasts had to clench even tighter. The dick in her pussy didn't stop, however, and kept thrusting inside her, which caused globs of cum to spray out onto her thighs and abdomen. 

Suddenly her mouth was filled cum and she found its warm saltiness to be enjoyable, so she swallowed as much sticky jism as she could. As someone pumped the dildo in and out of her ass a few times, the cock in her mouth also kept thrusting into her jaws and she felt drops of cum scatter onto her face and neck. She desperately used her tongue to lick the cum covered shaft pushing into her mouth, and once it was removed, she licked her lips and cheeks trying to lap up whatever specks of jism were reachable.




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 02



The biting and grabbing of her raw tits decreased as someone pulled the dildo out of her weary ass. Danielle, exhausted and sore, sat up on the table which made the cum on her face and neck drip down onto her gigantic breasts. Danielle couldn't remember a time when she had been happier or more satisfied than she was at this very moment. She couldn't believe she had gone so long through her life not enjoying the pleasure of having her pussy eaten or swallowing cum or being fucked in the ass, and she definitely wanted to do a lot more fucking than she had been.

Remmy took off her blindfold and was ready to unclamp her handcuffs, but Peter held out his hand, "Hold on. You mind licking my cock for me?" Danielle stared at the drops of cum still left on his deflating dick for a moment, and then with a smile, hopped off the table and sank to her knees. With her hands still handcuffed behind her back, she leaned over and put his limp cock into her mouth using her tongue to lick the last bit of luscious spunk left on him.

As Remmy unlocked the handcuffs, Stacy helped Danielle to her feet, "Are you ok? Did you like that?" Danielle nodded her head. "You sure?"

"Yeah, that was..." Danielle paused for a moment, "a lot of fun."

"I'll say," Peter guffawed, "you were unbelievable! I didn't know you could be such a whore!" The entire room went silent and turned to watch Danielle's reaction.

She stared at Peter for a couple of seconds and then playfully smiled, "That's better than being an asshole." Peter laughed and held his arms open for a hug. 

Danielle assented, and she wrapped her arms around him, squishing her massive tits into his chest. Then she heard Peter whisper in her ear, "You didn't finish the game. You bailed, and you owe me one hour." 

"Fuck you," she protested as she pushed him away, "I don't owe you anything!"

"Oh yes you do," he said sternly. As he leered down at her breasts and painfully squeezed them, he whispered to her, "Remember when I said I ran out of room on my phone? That wasn't really true. Not only did I get you masturbating, but I got the entire Lightning Round on video too. So unless you want me to share those videos with all your parents, coworkers, and friends, you will give me my hour. And when I do contact you, leave your underwear at home." 

He snickered and walked away to go put his clothes back on, leaving Danielle with her cheeks burning of embarrassment and her judgment that her initial instinct of him being a monumental asshole was accurate after all. While everyone else was getting dressed and saying goodbye, she just stood there and shivered at the thought of being at the mercy of such a prick, but if she were honest with herself, she couldn't tell if it was a shiver of fear or arousal.

...to be continued



Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 03



This is a continuation of a story line by bobrobertson. The first two chapters of his story are two of my favorite chapters on this site. After noticing a long hiatus after the second chapter was posted, I wrote to him to see if there was any progress. He admitted that he has been inundated lately, and asked if I would be willing to pick up where he had left off. I was all too happy to oblige. 

I strongly encourage you to read the first two chapters of bobrobertson's story, which can be found here:

http://www.literotica.com/s/guess-the-ultimate-sex-game

and here:

http://www.literotica.com/s/guess-the-ultimate-sex-game-ch-02

This chapter has been read and approved by bobrobertson. I am interested in having this become a chain story, with another author picking it up from here. If you are interested, please contact me to discuss.

As always, comments are welcome and appreciated.

Enjoy!

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Danielle woke up with a start from the same dream she had been having repeatedly over the last three weeks, ever since that night of playing that Guess sex game at her friend's place. The dream was always the same, involving her being fucked by at least six men, all of them with featureless faces, and her begging them to fuck her again. After they had shoved themselves into her mouth and pussy, and sometimes her ass, she always ended up in her dream alone in the dark and weeping for someone else to fuck her some more. That was when she always woke up feeling empty and depressed.

The problem was that she actually had sex a few times since then. With her new found confidence, she had the nerve to not only talk to some men but even invite them to spend the night with her; in fact, earlier that night she had just had sex for the third time with some cute guy she met at a party. She enjoyed the feeling of his body on top of her and pushing his cock deep inside her, but the truth was that she just couldn't orgasm. She faked it, of course, and he left her apartment feeling gratified while she still yearned for the exhilaration she felt at the Guess game.

The thought that upset her most, however, was that maybe she could never be satisfied having sex with just one person ever again. Maybe that night of orgasms with that group of people ruined her so that the only way she would ever orgasm again is by being fucked by multiple people. She wished with all her heart that it wasn't true, but her dream and her unfulfilling night of sex made her wonder.

Her phone suddenly whistled, notifying her that a text had just arrived. She looked who it was from and saw it was Peter. Danielle had just gotten to the point when she wasn't obsessed with what he told her three weeks ago and was just starting to breathe easier. Since she hadn't heard from him in all this time, she thought that he didn't have any videos of her after all. Or maybe his fingers slipped while he was jerking himself off and erased everything. Her blood froze when she saw his name and she almost turned her phone off, but curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on his message. "Come over now" was all it said.

She typed back, "Fuck you," and slammed her phone on the bed. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was 1am, which made her even more irritated that he would be texting her so late.

Another whistle sounded a few seconds later, so she clicked on the new message. "Now. Or else." Chills ran down her naked body, remembering his threat to send her videos to her parents, coworkers, and friends. She thought about having him arrested for extortion, but she didn't have clear evidence yet, and even if she did she could imagine the looks of disapproval from the police and prosecutors when she explained what she was doing in the video and why.

She decided to avoid confrontation and typed, "What do you want?"

"My hour. Now," along with the address, was the only reply she got. She told herself she did not want it see him ever again, but she decided to go and see what he wanted her to do. As the memories from him during the game filled her head, she felt her nipples harden.

She hopped out of bed and started putting some lingerie on, but then she remembered last time he spoke to her, he explicitly instructed her not to wear any. So instead she threw on a shirt and sweatpants without any underwear, and the feeling of her erect nipples on her 38-inch chest rubbing against the fabric was more stimulating than she expected. Then she got in her car and followed her phone's GPS directions to the address.

She parked and crossed the street to a townhouse with the matching house number. It was late summer, but the temperature was still warm enough that she didn't need a jacket as she knocked on the door.

Peter opened the door and said, "Come in and sit down."

She snorted, "Hello to you, too."

"Sit," he commanded, which she didn't appreciate but decided to let it go for now. She walked into the place and saw every light was off except for a single lamp in the living room beside an ordinary wood chair. 

She walked over and sat down in a huff, "What do you want?" 

"Take off your shirt." Peter had already taken off his shirt, and now he was unzipping his pants.

"I don't owe you an hour! So I'm not going to..."

"Now." 

She fell silent since there was something in his voice that made her unsure exactly what would happen if she refused. She reluctantly pulled her t-shirt over her head, and her bare breasts hung open. 

"And your sweats." 

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead she just grimaced as she pulled her pants down over her curvaceous hips and let them fall to the floor. She could feel her pubic hairs get goosebumps now that they were exposed.

"What are you going to do now?" She heard some shuffling and saw three other men, completely naked, step out of the shadows. "What is this? Are you going to rape me now, you motherfucker?"

"You can leave if you want, go ahead." Peter held his hand out towards the door. She picked up her clothes but didn't move. She told her body to start walking, but for whatever reason she stayed motionless, not moving a muscle, other than to stare at the naked men surrounding her. She told herself that she needed to secure the videos first, so she dare not leave yet. But what she was really thinking about was imagining them all fucking her and how their cocks would feel moving inside her pussy, which she could feel becoming wet, and what their cum might taste like. After a minute, she was still standing there.

"Do you want to leave or not?" Peter's lips twisted into a smirk that she found just as annoying now as she had last time she saw him.

"I... I..." But she found she couldn't come up with an answer. She wasn't sure what answer she wanted to say. She knew the correct answer was to leave and never look back. But as the chill of the air enveloped her naked body and she looked at all of the men standing around her, her body refused to go anywhere. She has already been standing there silent for at least a full minute, and the awkwardness of each passing second made it even more difficult for her to find the answer.

Finally, Peter walked up to her and after a few seconds went by, "Put your hands behind you." She hated the sound of his demanding voice, but she told herself as long as he had that video, she had to do whatever he says. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them until she winced in pain. Then he moved one of his hands to her crotch and thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She wanted to tell him to get his fucking hands off of her, but the only sound she made was a low moan of approval that she immediately regretted. 

He slid in and out of her for several minutes, all the while squeezing her breast with his other hand and pinching her nipple, as the other men continued staring at her. She could see the lust in their eyes, and she could feel an orgasm start to form within her. The rest of them walked up to her until they were encircling her just a few feet away.

"You made a promise, and I expect you to honor it." He stared into her eyes with a leering smirk. "Just one hour, and I'll give you the video." Her face was set in a scowl, but she did like how his hands felt as they dug into her soft flesh. She looked around and saw the other men becoming erect and holding their stiff shafts pointed at her, and she became wetter than any time in the past few weeks.

The rational part of her brain was insisting that she tell them all to go fuck themselves and go to the police, but she was still afraid of what Peter might do with the video. As the spongy walls of her soaking wet vagina swelled around his thrusting fingers, she figured giving him and his friends one stupid hour would probably be the simplest way to end this. Plus if she were being completely honest, she did promise this hour to him if she bailed on the game, which technically she did. She sighed, "Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Give all of us a blowjob." She looked down at the four erections pointing towards her, and she instinctively licked her lips which she was immediately embarrassed about doing. She didn't recognize any of the other guys, so she assumed they were some asshole friends of Peter. 

She reluctantly got down on her knees in front of them all and felt the plush carpet beneath her knees. 

"Tell you what," Peter laughed, "I'll give you a chance to end this sooner." Peter leered at her as he slid a blindfold over her eyes and Danielle found herself in total darkness and unable to see. "After you give all four of us a blowjob, if you can guess which one is me, we'll end this whole thing and you can have the video."

"And if I can't?"

"Then we keep going until my hour is up." He laughed and heard the sound of shuffling all around her. The men were clearly changing positions, and although she tried to keep track of where Peter was moving, she quickly lost him.

When she felt someone's hand rest on the side of her head, she opened her mouth and felt a warm, soft shaft slide into her wet mouth. As she slid her tongue up and down his cock, she felt someone grab her legs. Then as she heard a pair of handcuffs being strapped around her ankles, she felt her arms forcefully yanked behind her. She felt another pair of handcuffs click around her wrists, and when she pulled on them, she realized the chains had been wrapped around each other. 

The chains of both handcuffs were extremely short, only three inches, so her hands and feet were all practically on top of each other. Her back was now arched at a painful angle, and she struggled a little to get into a better position that didn't hurt her spine. 

She was about to protest, but the man in front of her grabbed her hair and jerked her head forward all the way onto his cock, and she gagged a little as the tip of his dick rubbed against the sides of her throat. He thrust himself hard into her mouth by slamming his body into her face as hard as he could, and she tried to relax the muscles of her neck so that she could swallow his cock without too much pain.

She felt him grip her hair tight and grab the side of her head, then he pushed his cock down her throat as far as he could and held her tightly so she couldn't move. She struggled to breathe but he was too strong to let her move, and with her arms shackled behind her, she couldn't do anything to stop him. He kept her still so that she was deep throating him, and she could feel his cock throbbing within her esophagus. 

He shoved himself into her mouth several more times, each one more forceful than before. Just when she thought she might pass out, he relented and let her go. He pulled himself out of her and she desperately gasped for air. She managed to get a couple of breaths before another cock was crammed into her mouth, and she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard.

Because she was blindfolded, she wasn't sure who was moving behind her and kneeling. But whoever it was, she felt his hands reach around her body and squeeze her nipples. With an erect cock filling her mouth, she could only groan in pleasure as he kneaded her tender breasts and dug his fingers deep into her mounds of soft flesh. When he took her erect nipples between his fingers and pinched, she felt an orgasm approaching.

Her head was being held still as the man in front of her hammered his cock deep into her mouth, as the person kneeling behind her continued rubbing her massive chest. She moaned in appreciation as her tongue explored the cock ramming into her neck. When her nipples were rolled between his clenched fingers, she squealed with pleasure but was muffled by the cock plunging fiercely into her throat. She rocked her hips hopelessly against the air in front of them, wishing one of them would just touch her clit so she could cum.

Suddenly the cock in her mouth was pulled out and drops of pre-cum splattered on her cheek. The man behind her stood up as well. With the blindfold on, she couldn't see what was happening, but when she felt the fingers pulling on her hair, she opened her mouth as wide as she could to let another cock shove into her mouth. Whoever was holding her hair was pulling so hard that the follicles in her skull felt like tiny needles of intense pain.

But that was nothing compared to the pain of the cock pummeling into her mouth like a jackhammer. He was slamming his body into her face at least three or four times a second, and the intense grip he had on her head made it impossible for her to stop for a breath. She strained against the handcuffs pulling her arms back and thrusting her immense, jiggling breasts forward, but she was unable to free her hands.

She felt the weight of someone kneeling behind her before she felt a pair of large hands grab her tits and squeeze her nipples hard. Her wet pussy was throbbing with pleasure, but the man in front of her continued to batter his cock deeper and faster into her mouth. The sound of the flesh on her forehead slapping against the skin of his hairy crotch was like a muffled woodpecker rapping against a helpless tree.

Danielle could feel some pain in her back as the incessant battering against her face was starting to take its toll. She thought about biting down on the cock in her mouth to get his attention and force him to stop. As the wetness of her pussy streamed down her thighs, however, she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. 

She realized she hadn't been able to orgasm with the last three decent guys who had performed loving, gentle sex with her, but merely giving blowjobs to complete strangers who were treating her with cruel mercilessness had her on the precipice of climax. That awareness made her feel like such a slut that a single tear fell down the side of her cheek as she sucked as hard as she could on the cock hammering inside her accommodating mouth.

Air was no longer getting to her lungs, and she could feel herself start to pass out, as the fingers around her sensitive tits continued to squeeze and dig into her soft flesh without a modicum of tenderness. Suddenly she could feel the cock in her mouth throb and soon her mouth and throat were filled with warm, salty cum. 

She swallowed as much as she could as the cock continued to thrust in and out of her. The dick soon slowed down, and as she took a deep breath through her nose, she gave the jism-soaked shaft one long, slow suck as cum spilled out and over her chin before it dripped onto her tits.

When the cock was finally pulled out of her mouth, she took a deep gulp but there was still cum in her mouth as the next cock was pushed within her jism-covered lips. Her jaw was already becoming tired from the constant sucking and ramming, but she eagerly opened wide to allow the dick to thrust deep inside her throat. 

Her breasts were beginning to ache from the intense squeezing, even the pain from the fingers clawing at her helpless tits made her pussy throb with stimulation. She could feel two hands on each side of her head hold her still as the man crashed his cock into her mouth repeatedly. After he violently thrust himself into her several times, her body started to quiver. All she needed was one second of clitorial stimulation and she would erupt.

Alas, with her knees spread wide and no assistance from the men, she lacked the stimulation necessary to finish what could have been a mind-numbing orgasm.

With a few more thrusts and her strong sucking on his stiff shaft, she felt him swell in her mouth before a wad of cum exploded down her throat. The warm, sticky jism felt nice as she swallowed some of it down, but then he pulled his cock out of her and, still holding her head firmly in place, wiped his dick on her face until globs of cum covered most of her face that wasn't under the blindfold. She stretched her tongue out as far as she could to lap up what cum she could reach as the hands on her tits clenched so hard that she gasped.

"So," she heard Peter ask, "which one was me?" She could practically hear the vile snicker in his voice.

"The last one." Even though she was grateful to find sexual satisfaction, she hated Peter for the contemptuous way he wiped his cum off on her face. "I doubt anyone else could act as despicable as you."

"I hate to tell you this, but no, that wasn't me." Danielle tried to remember the faces of the other men to think of who among them would have behaved that way, but she honestly was too busy thinking about their cocks to have spent much time focused on their faces. "I have to admit, that did look like fun. You sure seemed to enjoy it. Maybe I'll try that sometime." The laughter among the group of men made her sneer with contempt as she felt another glob of cum slide off her cheek and fall on her breasts.

"In fact, I wasn't even one of the two guys who cummed on you, and I have to say me and my friend are a little envious." From the sound of his voice, it seemed as though Peter had moved behind her, and as he continued talking, she felt the handcuffs on her ankles fall away. "So here's your next opportunity to end this."

"I want to fuck that awesome pussy of yours. While I'm doing that, if you can get my friend here to cum, then same as before, we'll end this and you can leave with the video." Danielle was lifted onto a plush ottoman and she laid on her back with her hands still shackled in handcuffs underneath her.

"You ready?" She was still blindfolded so she nodded in agreement, which made Peter laugh. "I was talking to him." She hated them all for laughing at her, but she hated herself for nodding so eagerly as though she couldn't wait for the two of them to fuck her. But as her pussy became soaked with anticipation at being fucked by multiple people for the first time since the game, she felt a strange impatience for them to start.

As her head dangled off the edge of the ottoman, she felt a pair of hands on her face and neck grab her as a stiff cock was pushed against her moist lips. Her legs were thrown apart and she could feel Peter rubbing his dick around the damp folds of her pulsing cunt.

"Go!" Instantly the two men shoved their cocks into her pussy and mouth respectively and the two of them began thrusting inside her as hard as each one could. She could already feel an orgasm begin to build inside her, and she cursed herself for being turned on by the two of them exploiting her powerless body.

Her enormous breasts heaved up and down as her body was buffeted back and forth between them, but she was determined to win this round. She ignored the weary muscles along her face and jaw and she sucked on his cock with an intensity that made him gasp, "Oh shit!" His balls were resting on her nose as he shoved his cock so far into her mouth that she could feel him throbbing along the sides of her neck.

She felt Peter start thrusting even faster, and the slapping of his flesh against her groin filled the air. Her tits were flailing in every direction now as he pounded against her, and she ignored the discomfort of the handcuffs around her wrists digging into the small of her back beneath her.




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 03



She didn't stop sucking as intensely as she could each time he drove his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed her breasts with both hands and leaned forward, putting all of his weight onto her raw tits, as he quickly banged his groin into her face as fast as he could. She opened her mouth wide and let him pound his cock into her as much as he wanted as she tried to resist clenching the muscles of her pussy around the stiff cock hammering into her soaking wet vagina.

Peter was gasping now, and she was afraid he was about to cum, so she sucked even harder on the cock in her mouth. But right before her mouth was filled with another load of sticky jism, she felt the eruption of warm cum burst into her pussy just seconds beforehand. 

The two of them continued thrusting inside her, but her body slumped in defeat even as she kept sucking on the cock in her mouth until only her saliva was left on his stiff, but deflating, rod. Cum spilled out of her mouth as he pulled himself out of her lips, and several globs of jism landed on her face.

Peter was still fucking her slowly as he gloated, "Too bad, Danielle. I thought for sure you would be able to suck him off first. I guess you're pussy is just too irresistible." Danielle was about to sit up, but she felt two men kneel on either side of her and each one bit down on each breast as they used their hands to squeeze her tits. She moaned in appreciation, even though her breasts were so raw and tender. 

She panted when one of the men put his fingers into her pussy, still dripping with Peter's cum, and rapidly shoved himself inside her repeatedly. Then she felt the other man's hand reach down and push his fingers inside her as well. With four fingers from two different men finger fucking her, she groaned loudly as an orgasm surged throughout her body, making her hips twist and gyrate.

They did not relent though, and they continued gnawing on her tits and furiously thrusting their fingers inside her. She felt as though she could barely breathe from the extreme stimulation, and as the men ran their tongues around her rock-hard nipples, she moaned even louder than before as another orgasm made her body shudder with pleasure and exhaustion.

"Don't stop!" she heard Peter exclaim, "See how many times she'll cum!" She tried to beg them to stop and let her take a breath, but the intense stimulation made it impossible for her to do anything other than gasp for air. The nerves along her entire body were on fire as the four fingers continued thrusting into her drenched pussy. Her breasts were shaking uncontrollably beneath the teeth biting her nipples and the hands clenched in an agonizing grip. 

She wanted desperately to cum again, but her pussy felt raw, and their fingers were starting to hurt.. "Please..." she gasped, as they reasserted their forceful rhythm into her pussy, dripping with cum and wetness. She clenched her legs together, trying to get them to slow down.

"Alright, she's had enough," Peter laughed. "I think she's gonna have a seizure." The men pulled their fingers out of her throbbing cunt, and her chest heaved as she struggled to get more oxygen to her exasperated lungs. 

"Wait... " she whispered before she caught herself. But she could feel Peter bending over to get his head close to hers.

"What was that?" he asked. She continued panting, and her erect nipples shook on top of her massive tits that were trembling with fatigue. "I couldn't hear you."

She couldn't see him from underneath the blindfold, but she could feel his hot breath against the skin on her neck. She clamped her lips to keep her from saying anything she would regret.

"Fine," he finally said after an unbearable amount of silence. "It's been about an hour. Go ahead and get up and I'll..."

"No," she said instinctively before she caught herself. She clamped her lips and hoped he hadn't heard, but when she felt his breath against her neck again, she knew he had. 

"No what?" Peter asked inquisitively. "What is it you want?"

Danielle could still feel the vestiges of the last orgasm fluttering along the surface of her flesh, and she desperately wanted to feel another. She hadn't been this gratified in what felt like a lifetime, and she didn't want the time to end just yet. But she hated that it was Peter who was leaning over her, knowing her desperate need to be savagely fucked by multiple people. The fact that she didn't even know the names of the men who had cummed into her mouth made it all feel even more shameful, and therefore more exciting.

"You could..." was all that she could muster. She hated feeling weak in front of this asshole, and she didn't want to say any more than she had to.

"If you want us to stay longer, you need to ask us." She bit her lip and thought about how desperate she really was. Perhaps she should just get up and go home before this prick did anything else. She tried to imagine herself having the strength to walk out of there at that moment and not look back, but that wasn't how she felt right now.

"Please." She whispered. After a long pause, she added, "Stay."

Peter motioned for two of the men to stand her up, which they did by grabbing her by her armpits and hoisting her to her feet. Peter stepped against her, his still-hard cock brushing against her slit.

"Danielle, if you stay here, there will be no rules. We will make you cum many times, you will love it, but you will love it on our terms. Between the four of us, we will fuck you raw. We will fuck you so hard that you will call out of work for a week. This last hour was child's play. Is that what you want?"

Danielle's brain was screaming at her to say "no," to quit while she was ahead, take her video, and run. But her pussy was throbbing, demanding to be heard, and insisted that she reply in the affirmative.

"Yes."

Peter removed her blindfold. His gaze seemed to bore right through her, and she actually felt her heart skip a beat in trepidation. He licked his lips, clearly thinking about what he was about to do to her.

"How far you have come, Danielle. I must admit, I didn't think you had it in you. Now, let's take this party downstairs."

Danielle heard a flick followed by a flood of light, and she glanced to her left to see one of the man had turned the basement light on.

"What's downstairs?" she asked nervously.

Peter slapped her ass. "Get moving. You'll see soon enough." He then grabbed a fistful of her hair and lead her to the top of the steps.

"Don't worry. We will all go down with you, sweetheart."

The men chuckled, obviously in on some kind of inside joke. Danielle looked down the flight of stairs, and saw nothing ominous on at the bottom. Another quick slap on the ass got her started.

As she made her way to the end of the stairwell, she exhaled in relief. She was expecting a dungeon of sorts, or at least an amateur bondage setup. But she saw nothing but soft couches, a TV, a spare refrigerator...she smiled thinking she had let her imagination get the best of her.

The men all sat on the various couches before Peter addressed her.

"Tell you what, Danielle. We're all a little sapped from that first cum. Why don't you grab us a beer from that fridge so we can refresh ourselves?"

Danielle turned to the fridge and made her way to it. She grabbed four beers from the inside and turned to hand brought them to each guy.

"Is this why you brought be down here, to be a waitress?" she asked, surprised at her own audacity.

"I was trying to generously offer you a bit of a reprieve before we resumed, but I know how bad you want this cock. You have my permission to suck it now."

"So long as you promise to fuck me with it soon," she said.

"Is it more important that I fuck you, or that you cum?" Peter asked.

Danielle paused, not wanting to give her answer to eagerly.

"That I cum, I suppose."

"I promise you will cum. But if you keep stalling or questioning me, you will make it worse for yourself, I assure you."

Danielle walked over to him and knelt between his legs.

"No," he said. "I want you to stand and bend at the waist. Give the guys behind you a good show."

Danielle did as instructed. Standing, spreading her feet, and bending over at the waist. She grabbed the plush couch on either side of Peter's hips as he grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her tongue back onto his cock. He tasted of her pussy, her cum and his own cum, but she diligently took it into her throat.

Peter sat back in his chair and bobbed her head up and down with his hands. 

"To think, Danielle, that just three weeks ago you were a prudish, stuck up little bitch. Chrissy and Stacy were the whores in your eyes, and now here you are, about to get gang fucked by me, who you hate, and three guys you have never met before. Tell me who the slut is now, Danielle."

He lifted her head off his dick so he could answer.

"I am," she said.

"Oh, come on, you can do better than that. You are what?"

"I am a slut," Danielle groaned, impatiently trying to taste his cock again.

"Whose slut are you, Danielle?"

"I am your slut, Peter. Please let me suck your cock some more."

Peter snickered as he steered her mouth back to his cock. 

"Don't you forget it, Danielle. Next time I call you, you will come running no matter what you are doing. Is that understood?"

Danielle nodded her head on his cock. "Mmm hmmm," she mustered.

Peter leaned forward and grabbed her ass, peeling it open for the men behind her.

"What do you think, boys? Is she as loose as can be?"

"No way, Pete. By the end of the night, she could slide a bat up there, if I have anything to do about it."

"Well, get started," Peter dared the man.

The first unknown man confidently strode over to the prone Danielle, his erect cock level with her wet, eager pussy. He easily pushed his entire length into her, and Danielle moaned in pleasure.

"MMMMppppphhhhh," she grunted as he started to thrust in and out of her. He grabbed her hips and began pulling her back onto him as he pushed forward. Then Danielle felt him slide his hand over her ass and move his thumb against her sphincter.

"This thing is definitely too tight," he said as he pushed his thumb in up to the first knuckle. Danielle was able to straighten her arms and push her mouth off of Peter for a second.

"Wait!" she screamed.

"Oh, what's the matter, baby? Don't tell me you've never had this fine ass fucked before."

"Just once," she said. "At the party last month."

"What?" Peter asked, amused. "You weren't ass fucked at that party."

"Yes I was. I would know!" she protested.

"No, I would know, Danielle. You were blindfolded. I was fingering your ass, but nobody fucked it."

With that, he ended the debate by forcing his dick back into her mouth. Danielle could not believe it. She remembered that the anal experience she had was painful, but in a way that amplified the pleasure she felt in her pussy. But, apparently, that was only a finger, and not a cock or dildo like she had believed. 'Fuck,' she thought.

With the thumb in her ass right now, she already felt very tight. It did not hurt, but she felt a tremendous pressure, and the cock in her pussy felt all the better because of it.

Then the guy started to move his thumb in and out of her at the same speed as his cock, and she clenched her fingers into the couch in response. The pain mixed with the pressure mixed with the pleasure was almost too much to bear. 

Peter added to her whirlpool of emotions by reaching beneath her with both hands. One grabbed her swinging right tit, and the other started stroking her clit. 

"MMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!" she screamed, wanting to cum but unable to take her mind of the finger in her ass. Her concern for when an actual cock entered her butt deterred her orgasm.

"OK, back out," Peter instructed, and the guy obliged. "Sorry, Danielle, but you don't get to cum that easily. You are going to have to work for it." He grabbed her by the hair and instructed her to stand up.

He led her over to one of the other guys, sitting in the middle of the couch.

"Straddle him, slut. Pump his cock with your pussy."

Danielle spread her legs over his lap and grabbed his cock. Sliding it into her pussy, she pressed her chest against his and lowered herself until their thighs met. Her head tilted backwards, her jaw hanging open as she reveled in the feeling.

"Fuuuuuuck, that's good," she said. 

Suddenly, she felt her arms yanked behind her back and had her cuffs reapplied. 

"Let's go, bitch. Bounce on that cock," the man she was riding snarled in her ear.

"I could ride it a lot better without the cuffs," she snarked. 

A quick slap to her ass reminded her of her place in this room. "Peter said you had to earn it, slut. So start pumping your worthless cunt on my dick or I'll take it out on your tits."

As a warning, her grabbed her nipples and twisted them. She screamed, and though she could hear her wail echoing off the walls, it seemed to fall on deaf ears. The man she was riding pulled her nipples upwards until she rose her ass off his lap. He then pulled down, waiting for her to take his lead.

Once she started riding him on her own, he let go of her tortured titties. Danielle wanted nothing more than to hold them, to soothe them, but with her arms secured behind her back, she could only endure the pain.

"Faster, slut. I want you to bounce so fast that your titties flop up and down."

Another slap on the ass and she picked up her pace. Soon, she had met his request, her breasts flying every which way as she rode him. It started to feel good. She looked down at him, and for the first time was able to get a solid glimpse of one of the three strangers. He was, in every way, average. Decent looking, no muscle definition. The kind of guy who would need to resort to blackmail in order to land a girl with her body. Nevertheless, she smiled, feeling an orgasm build.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"What the fuck do you care?" he said.

"I just wanted to know the name of the man who is about to make me cum," she gasped, knowing how whorish it made her sound.

"Oh, would that make you feel like less of a slut, Danielle? Doesn't matter that I've already dumped a load down your throat, you only need to know my name if I make you cum?"

All the men in the room laughed, and Danielle went red in the face.

"Besides," he said, "I'm not going to let you cum yet."

He slid his hand behind her and dipped his fingers down her ass crack.

"No!" Danielle yelped as she felt his middle finger find her sphincter. "Uuunnggh," she groaned as he pushed it inside her.

With his free hand, he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her down until she bottomed out on his cock. He then started pumping his finger in and out of her ass. Danielle rested her head on his shoulder and bit her tongue, trying not to give him the satisfaction of her whimpering.

"Seems like she's used to one finger," Peter said. "Give her another."

Danielle braced herself as he slid his ring finger next to his middle finger and forced it inside her.

"Ooooohhhhh," she said, her asshole gripping his digits with all they had.

"It's so tight," he reported to the other guys. "Won't be for long, though, will it, sweetheart?" He and the other guys all chuckled in anticipation. 

He aggressively pumped both fingers in and out of her asshole, causing her to whimper and squirm. It felt like her rectum was on fire, but more than that, she felt overly full. It stung, but it was exciting, too, and as his torturing fingers pumped onward, she began to feel a bit of a thrill.

She blushed as a unmistakeable moan of pleasure leaked through her lips, and the men all commented on it.

"That's right, hussy. Get off with my fingers in your ass," said the guy she was riding.

"You were right, Peter. Nothing is off limits for this slut. What else can she take?"

"She'll take whatever we give her, pal," Peter said with a grin.

Danielle felt goosebumps emerge all over her body as they talked about her. On one hand, she hated the things they said. But on the other, she knew they were right, and hearing it stated as fact was almost liberating. Odds are, she rationalized, that she would never see any of these guys again, except maybe Peter. Dare she just give in and try to enjoy this experience?

Before she could get off, though, Peter put his hands under her armpits and lifted her off the cock. He told her to stand up and turned her around. Their eyes locked as he grabbed her tits again.

"I've always wanted to have my way with these," Peter said as he hefted them up and down. "What fun I am going to have with these later."

One of the guys unlocked the cuffs, but she kept her hands behind her back, willing Peter to go on. He squeezed each of her massive mammaries, admiring the way her flesh spilled out from between his fingers. Danielle gritted her teeth, but could not deny the pleasure this was causing her. Her hips wiggled a bit, hoping for some clitoral stimulation to get her off.

"You need to cum, don't you, slut?" he mocked.

"Yes. Please stop teasing me and give me what I need!"

One of the men reached around her and handed Peter a dildo. It was about six inches long, veiny and vibrating. It looked like it had already been smeared with lube. 

"Take this, Danielle. I am giving you the privilege of making a choice here. You are to take this plastic cock and spend a minute trying to get yourself off. You can put it in any whole you want, but know that any vacant holes will be filled with dick after sixty seconds. Do you understand?"

Danielle as unsure if she hated these games he was playing, or if the games are what made her enjoy this debasement. If it weren't for the Guess game, she would never have uncovered her sexual side. But all she wanted to do now was cum, and she would have to attempt to get herself off, all with the thought of getting her ass fucked as soon as it was over.

Still, at this point, she would take what she could get. She grabbed the dildo out of his hand and laid back on the ottoman in the middle of the room. She spread her legs as wide as she could and easily slipped the dildo into her pussy with her left hand. As she started to move it in and out, she vigorously rubbed her clit with the tips of the fingers on her right hand. 

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh," she grunted. The men in the room snickered at her shamelessness.

"Thirty seconds," warned Peter.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, getting herself close. "Pinch my nipples!" she implored any of the four guys.

Her eyes were clenched shut, so she could not tell if one guy was using two hands, or two guys were using one, but in an instant, both of her nipples were pinched tightly and twisted, pulling her tits up towards the ceiling.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed as she finally received some release. Her orgasm rolled through her like a tsunami, a splurt of her own juices erupting onto the floor.

"I hope you enjoyed that, whore. It's our turn again. And you will be cleaning that stain on my carpet before you go," Peter warned. He knelt between her open legs and lifted her knees up to her chest. "Hold your knees up and apart for me."

Danielle let go over the dildo and removed her fingers from her clit. She was breathing deeply as she came down from her high, and obliged Peter's request without fully computing the repercussions. But as soon as she felt the tip of his dick at her asshole, she jolted back to reality. One of the other men knelt above her head and grabbed her hair, pulling it towards the floor.

"Wait..." she attempted to protest Peter's piercing cock, but her mouth was instead plugged by the throbbing dick of the stranger above her.

Peter grabbed her thighs and thrust forward, sinking his dick halfway into her loosened asshole. Danielle attempted to scream, but her vibrating vocal chords only stimulated the dick that was lodged in her throat. Peter then slid his knees closer to the ottoman and pushed deeper.




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 03



The man in her mouth grabbed her neck and squeezed gently, wanting to feel his dick as it explored her esophagus. Danielle began to panic. It was already difficult enough to breathe with the piston-like cock invading her throat. His hand pinched off what little air access she had.

She reached towards his hands and tried to peel it away, but she soon felt each of her arms pulled away by the other men on either side of her body. They each brought her hands to their cocks, implying that they were wanting hand jobs, but Danielle immediately let go and returned her hands to her neck. 

Her tenacity surprised them, and she managed to push the man in her mouth back a few inches, enough so that he dislodged but still remained in her mouth. 

"Don't choke me!" she ordered, hoping that her bravado would have some effect. Instead, the quartet just chuckled at her.

"Tell you what," said the guy above her. "You use your hands to jerk off those cocks, I will keep my hand of your throat."

Before she had the opportunity to reply, he pushed back into her throat and plugged her up. Again her hands were steered towards the erections on either side of her, and this time she began stroking. Peter was humping in and out of her ass with aplomb, eliciting muted whimpers from his slave.

"Not for nothing, Peter, but she's got three holes. Why is one of them plugged up with a dildo while two cocks have to wait idly by?"

"That's a good point, friend. Let's switch things around."

He and the other guy each pulled out of Danielle, leaving her limp on the ottoman. Her limbs succumbed to gravity and draped towards the floor. One of the guys she had been jerking off lay on the floor next to her as Peter helped her to her feet. He turned her around so that she was facing the guy lying on the floor. Again, he grabbed her breasts, knowing it was her most erogenous zone.

Danielle squirmed and rubbed her ass against his dick as his left hand dropped her tit and started tracing a line towards her pussy.

"Spread your legs to straddle his," Peter commanded. 

Danielle obeyed, and soon felt Peter finger her clit for a brief moment. Her hands grabbed his, both at her tit and her pussy, and encouraged him to go on, but Peter would not appease her yet. He moved his hand a bit lower and grabbed the base of her dildo, then slid it out of her in one fell swoop.

"Kneel," he said, releasing her entirely. 

She dropped to her knees over the flesh obelisk and took it into her soft, wet pussy. She put her hands on the floor by his shoulders, looking into his eyes and wanting to know his name. She had no idea if this guy had cum in her mouth earlier, but she knew he had not yet fucked her pussy. She felt a thrill related to the anonymity of this moment. He might know her name, but what else could he know? Peter barely knew anything about her. This gangbang would end and she would likely never see this guy again.

Instead of asking her name, she just told him what she wanted. 

"Fuck me hard, and squeeze my tits, big man," adding the last part in the hopes of getting him going. He was happy to grab her breasts, but was holding out on fucking her. 

Danielle felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and realized that another guy had knelt behind her and was lining up his dick with her asshole. Holding her still, he thrust deep and lodged himself inside her. 

"Nnngggghhhhhh," Danielle grunted, refusing to offer them the scream she knew they wanted. 

As he started to slide in and out of her, the guy below her matched his pace. The sensation was amazing. Pain and pressure in her ass countered by pure elation in her pussy. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head as they started moving and a more fluid pace. She then felt a hard cock slapping against her cheek.

She opened her eyes and mouth, anxious to take it inside her, but Peter had other ideas.

"Kiss and lick all around it, but don't take it into our mouth. I want you to be able to answer me."

Danielle responded with a long slurp up the underside of his cock.

"Remember the game we played last month, slut?"

"Yes, of course, Peter." Another lick up his cock. 

"How you were such a prude?"

"Yes, sir." She lapped at his scrotum, trying to show that she was different now.

"Such a stuck up little bitch. Wouldn't even take your shirt off in front of us, let alone your bra."

"I took my shirt and bra off!" A kiss on the side of his cock.

"After too much prodding. But look at what you have become now. If you were to describe yourself, what word would you use?"

Danielle knew what he wanted to hear, and gave it to him.

"A slut."

"And a synonym for slut?"

"A whore."

"Another."

The guy beneath her squeezed her breasts harder. The dicks fucked her ass and pussy faster. Danielle did not want to play thesaurus in her head, it was distracting her from reaching orgasm.

"Fuck...a skank."

"And you, being a former bookworm, can surely think of some adjectives to more accurately describe yourself."

"Unh, Unh, Unh..." she grunted in time with the thrusting cocks. 

"I'm a filthy, cock-starved, cum-loving slut. Are you happy? Can you please fuck my mouth now?"

Peter gave his patented sneer. He was convinced she had been fully converted. He grabbed her hair on either side of her head and formed pigtails in his fists. He jammed his cock into her mouth and started fucking it like a pussy.

"Your nothing buy my little fuck pig. Remember when you used to have morals? Standards? How you used to tell people like me to fuck off? Now look at you. Worthless except for your three holes and insatiable sex drive."

The three cocks kept ploughing away as the words started to sink in.

"Have you ever thought about what this means for your future? You are probably never going to be able to enjoy passionate, one-on-one, vaginal sex again, are you? You think any of these random dudes you're fucking tonight are marriage material?"

Somehow, that had not occurred to Danielle yet. 

"Where do you go from here? What does the path look like that takes you from gangbang slut, taking cocks in every available orifice at once, to upstanding member of society, finding Mr. Right and having kids?"

He relentlessly assaulted her mouth as a tear started to run down her cheek. How had she let it come to this. Was she so caught up in his devious, perverted little world that there was no cure? 

"That is what you wanted, isn't it, Danielle? That is why you were such a stuck up prude? So that you could find a decent man and become the mother of his children?"

He slid his cock out of her mouth. "Answer me."

"Yes," Danielle said with a wobbly tone. 

"Well I got news for you, honey. Nice guys don't fuck like us."

Danielle grunted and groaned as he pumped his dick in and out of her throat. She couldn't hate Peter any more than she did right now. She thought he should be appreciative of her, submitting to him and his three friends like this, but he still went out of his way to belittle and humiliate her. She didn't want to think about life after tonight. She didn't want to rationalize the likelihood that missionary sex with the hypothetical Mr. Right might be frustratingly boring. All she wanted to do was cum, over and over, for the rest of the night, and then never see these assholes again.

She let Peter talk down to her, accepting the fact that after this night she would never have to see him again.

"Come on, slut. Drain my balls. Take my load on your filthy tongue."

With his hands still forming fists in her hair, he was able to control the speed with which her head bobbed on his dick. But Danielle was doing nothing to comply. She was not going to put any effort into making him cum, not after the way he just spoke to her.

"Come on, bitch. Suck it. Suck the cum right out of my dick. Suck it now!"

He pulled her hair until her forehead hit his stomach, the bulb of his cock fighting for the entrance to her throat. Danielle got the sense that she should suck now, or he might not ever let go. With one big suck, she felt him shudder, and a wave of cum emptied into her mouth.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh," he grunted, with heightened breath, and held her tight to him. Danielle felt that odd sense of pride that she was able to shock him again, which helped contrast the feeling of his diluted cum flowing into her stomach. She knew it was more watery than before because he had just cum an hour earlier, and she assumed that this would be the last time he would cum tonight.

He pulled out of her and backed away, and Danielle took huge gasps of air. As she did, the funk of his seed rode back up her throat and invaded her olfactory senses. It made her light-headed, and she planted both hands on the chest of the man beneath her. She had somehow nearly forgotten about the two other men that were fucking her. She blamed Peter's language.

Now, she felt hands mauling her chest and nails digging into her waist as the two furious cocks assaulted her holes. She slid her right hand down her stomach and into her slit.

"Yes...yes....uh, uh, uh....fuck me....fuck me!" she shouted, her whorish pleas echoing off the basement walls.

The guy in her asshole grabbed her hair and pulled it back, like a cowboy steering his horse, and started spanking her ass. It stung, but it was exactly what she needed.

"Fuck!" she screamed as she came hard. She collapsed onto the chest of the man in her pussy. Her rock-hard nipples felt amazing against his rigid ribs. Her back was a river of sweat. Her skin one giant erogenous zone. She could not remember feeling more sexually elated in her life.

The man in her ass pulled out and stood up, leaving her feeling oddly empty.

"Let's go, cunt. Time to change positions," said the guy below her. Danielle sat up and planted her feet beneath her before wobbly making her way into a standing position.

"Aye!" she yelped as Peter grabbed her hair from behind. He spun her around so she was facing the other three guys, and yanked her hair upwards until she rose to her toes. Her hands went to her hair to try to fight him off, leaving her sweaty, glowing form on full display to the other three. Her breasts giggled in the struggle, her legs spread as her toes strained to reach the ground. 

"Peter, ease up!" she screamed.

Instead, Peter pulled her close to him, his flaccid cock nuzzling between her ass cheeks. He practically growled at her.

"Do you remember what you agreed to if you failed to finish the game?"

"Fuck you, Peter...let me down," she winced.

"Tell me," he insisted.

"Peter, what more could you want? You already fucked me in every hole."

Peter bit her earlobe and hissed into her ear. "You said I could whip you."

He let her go and tossed her over the arm of the couch, her ass up and on display to him. Danielle panicked, knowing she was exposed, her fucked ass an easy target for Peter. He put his hand on the small of her back and held her in place.

"Wait!" she yelled, but it was too late. She heard a 'whoosh' cut through the air just before his folded belt landed hard against her right cheek. The resulting stinging sensation rocked through her. She clenched her ass tight as a piercing scream escaped through her lips.

"Peter, please, wait!" she begged, her hands covering her ass. "Please, that hurt too much."

Surprisingly, she found Peter willing to negotiate.

"Tell you what, Danielle. If you up your game; really slut it up for the rest of the night, then I will not whip you."

Danielle had no idea what she could do to slut it up any further. "What do you mean? What more could I do?"

Peter whipped her left cheek, eliciting another yelp.

"Well, for one thing, stop questioning us. Until we are finished with you, you will obey immediately, without hesitation. Without negotiating. Also, you will be more vocal. Beg to be fucked. Tell us how much you love being our whore. Do you understand?"

Wiping a tear from her eye, Danielle affirmed. "Yes, Peter. Thank you for sparing my ass."

"Get to it before I change my mind."

Danielle scampered off the couch and crawled across the room to one of the men, who was standing there stroking his cock. She rose to her knees and looked him in the eyes, trying to be as slutty as possible.

"Please, sir, can I suck that cock?" she asked, squeezing her breasts as she did, wanting to avoid another belt lashing.

"Show me how badly you want it, you whore. Beg permission by kissing my feet."

Danielle immediately lowered her face to the floor and started kissing the top of his feet. She felt it was an odd request, but she had come to realize that humiliation was a huge turn on for these lowlifes. The more she was degraded the harder they got.

She heard footsteps behind her and envisioned Peter approaching with his belt. Remembering the second half of his proposed deal, she stopped kissing the feet and turned to one of the other men. 

"Please, sir, shove your cock up my asshole." She surprised herself. Why didn't she just ask him to fuck her pussy? Really? 'Shove your cock up my asshole?' This is really what she said? She was unsure if she said it because it was what she wanted, or if she was just trying to keep Peter from whipping her again. 

Whatever the reason, the man was soon kneeling behind her. "Spread your ass open for me, slut."

Danielle blushed an even deeper garnet. She preferred when they just had their way with her. By making her go through these extra steps to achieve sexual gratification, she was basically validating her transition to whore. When she was being used, she could at least rationalize in her mind that she was unwilling. Spreading her butt cheeks open to welcome a cock in her asshole suggested otherwise.

"Good girl," he said as she did as she was told. He aimed his rock hard shaft at its target and plunged into her, bottoming out in one movement. Danielle's legs bent at her knees, her toes curling as her heels made contact with her hands on her ass. She let out a low, guttural groan as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The guy whose feet she had been kissing now knelt at her head and grabbed her hair.

"Keep spreading your ass for him as you suck this cock." He lifted her head off the ground and shoved his manhood through her spread lips and over the length of her tongue. To keep her elevated, he reached beneath her chest and grabbed both of her breasts, pulling them up into her rib cage and keeping her back parallel to the ground.

They plugged her throat and ass for several minutes, until the strain on his arms became too much. "Let's flip her onto her back," he suggested.

They both pulled out, and Danielle rolled onto her back. She laid their silently, staring up at the three dangling cocks circling above her, until Peter snapped his belt to remind her of their agreement. She immediately spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy.

"Please, fuck me....I need your cocks in me now," she moaned like a true whore. What she regretted was that, while she was being threatened to say it, it was absolutely true. 

One of the guys slid a firm couch pillow under her shoulder blades, which cause her back to arch off the ground. Her head fell backwards, enabling her to see the incoming cock from an upside-down perspective. It parted her lips and slid down her tongue until it hit the back of her throat.

Another man knelt over her stomach and flopped his meaty dick between her breasts. He crudely spit several wads of saliva onto her chest, smearing it around with the tip of his dick, before giving her further command.

"Squeeze your tits together around my cock, you worthless cunt." Danielle did as she was told, enveloping his meat with her supple, spit-lubricated flesh. He responded by thrusting in and out of her cleavage with long, hard strokes.

The third guy knelt between her spread legs, grabbed her in the crux of her knees, and pushed them upwards. Her hips rocked off the ground, granting him easier access to her butt hole. Danielle braced herself for another ass fucking as she felt him line up his cock with her sphincter.

She was both glad an embarrassed that it did not hurt this time. It actually felt kind of familiar, which only made her feel worse. Not that she was able to focus on that for any extended period of time. The cock jamming in her throat and the one pumping away between her tits provided suitable distractions. She continued to hold her tits together, even as the guy on her chest pinched her nipples and twisted them hard, sending an exhilarating thrill throughout her body. 

Suddenly she started swallowing on impulse as warm cum was dumped down her throat. She recalled the game she had played with Peter nearly a month ago, when she had been blindfolded and challenged to count the number of times someone bit her breast. She had failed miserably, and would fail equally here if someone were to ask the number of loads she had swallowed tonight. She hated how good it was starting to taste. 

The man pulled out and she gasped for breath, but in no time the man fucking her tits pulled her hair up so that she was facing him. A second later, ropes of jism started to strike her chin and splatter onto her neck. He lifted his cock from her breasts and unloaded more cum on her nose and lips. The smell was intoxicating.

Next, the man in her ass stood up and knelt by her head, stroking his cock until it was ready to fire. Peter again snapped the belt in mid air. 

"Fuck yes!" Danielle moaned. "Feed me more cum. I need more...please!"

But he did not want to feed her his cum. He wanted to finish polishing off her face. His first shot landed on her forehead, as did his second, before hitting his true target with his third and fourth. Now both of her eyes were sticky with cum. Her eyelids felt like they were welded shut.

"So tell me, Danielle," Peter said as he knelt between her legs. "How many times have you had sex since the last time we met?"

"Four," Danielle answered truthfully. As she spoke more cum leaked into her mouth, and she welcomed the taste of it.

"And I bet, knowing what a prude you are, it was all plain, vanilla, missionary sex, wasn't it?" She didn't know how he knew that. Was she that predictable?

"Yes, Peter."

"And how many times did you cum?"

"None."

"How many times have you cum tonight?"

"Three or four," she admitted uncertainly.

Peter slipped his cock into her pussy and started fucking her. She could not believe his stamina.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed in pure ecstasy as her cunt was filled again. 

"So what is the difference, slut? Why can you cum so much tonight and not with the sex you are used to?"

"Because I need it rough, I think," she said, hoping that it was not true.

"Well, let's put that to the test. Right now, I'm going to fuck you in the same position as all those limp-dick lovers you worked through in the last month. Let's see if I can't make you cum in two minutes."

Danielle knew he had an unfair advantage. She was already on the verge, having just serviced three other cocks. They left her wanting by not fucking her pussy or rubbing her clit, and now here he was trying to finish her off.

"Scoop some of that cum on your face into your mouth while I fuck you," he ordered. With both hands, she wiped the cum from her eyes and smeared it on her tongue. The taboo of it all only heightened her arousal. 

Peter grabbed each of her breast with his giant hands, squeezing them so that the flesh spilled out between his fingers.

"Yes....yes...." Danielle encouraged him. This is exactly what had been missing. Her pussy clenched tight as she came, and sucked the cum right out of him.

"Oh, shit!" he screamed as as he emptied out for the third time that night. "Fuck that was great!"

Danielle smiled, not only because she had cum, but because she was able to get that reaction out of him. Though she absolutely hated him as a person, she liked being able to prove him wrong, even if it meant giving into him like this.




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 03



"So, what's the difference between tonight and the rest of this month?" he asked again.

Between labored breaths, she was able to get out, "You. I don't know why, but you have an effect on me."

"That's right, my little whore. And don't you forget it."

He pulled out and stood over his prone, transformed sex slave. Even covered in cum and sweat, with her hair plastered to her face, she was a divine image. His cock almost got hard again knowing the control he had over her.

"Well, thanks for the great night, Pete," one of the guys said. "We're going to head out."

"You got it, guys. Just let me know when you're in the mood again and I'll have Danielle come back."

They all shared a good laugh. "Maybe tomorrow night, then?" one of them said.

"Come on, dude...let's give her ass a chance to tighten up again. Maybe next month!" 

Peter addressed Danielle again. "You're welcome to use the shower before you go. It's in the next room."

"I'm not coming back here again, Peter. Just to make that clear. Tonight was to pay off a bet. I'm not some slut who is going to submit to you whenever you want."

Peter slapped her ass as she walked by. "We'll see about that," he said.

Danielle showered for about ten minutes, letting the hot water absolve her skin of the layers of cum. She imagined it was washing away any recollection of this night, though she knew it would not be that easy. She dried herself and wrapped her hair in a towel before returning to the room where all the action had taken place.

She found Peter sitting on the couch with the clothes she had worn over. She extended her hand, asking for them.

"Not quite yet, my pet," he said, tapping his knee as if to imply he wanted her to sit down.

Danielle skeptically sat her bare ass on his lap and he wrapped an arm around her. He fondled her left breast as his right hand withdrew his cell phone and started playing the video he had been using to blackmail her. She blushed when she saw herself on that tiny screen. Louis, Remmy, Peter, Christy and Stacy were all having their way with her: fucking her pussy and mouth, biting her tits and pinching her nipples, spanking her and dumping cum down her throat.

But she was most humiliated by the fact that she was clearly enjoying it. She was moaning and begging for more. "Screw the game, just fuck me," she expressed loud and clear in the video.

"It's a shame," Peter said. "I'll be said to see this video go." And with that, he deleted it from his phone. Danielle's heart actually fluttered a bit, identifying a bit of trust in Peter she had not yet known. 

"Here you go," he said as he handed her her clothes. 

She quickly slid back into her sweatpants and bedtime tee shirt and started making her way to the door.

"Fortunately, though," Peter stopped her in her tracks, "I have this new, much better video to watch whenever I want."

Danielle turned to see him smugly kick his feet up on the couch and flip on the TV. She stared at the screen in horror as she realized what was on it. It started with her leading the four men into the basement, and continued on from there. 

"Check it out," Peter said, flipping through tuners, "Got it in four different angles. See all the little cameras around the room?" He pointed them out in each of the four corners. They were microscopic; there was no way she could have known she was being filmed.

"You son of a bitch," she mumbled breathlessly. 

Peter just chuckled. "So unless you want to become a huge internet star, Danielle, I would advise that our time together is actually just beginning."



Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 04



She felt him slip into her from behind, his denim jeans pressing against the back of her bare thighs. The fact that he could slide all the way into her pussy on the first thrust was not a good start, but Danielle encouraged him anyway.

"Yes, fuck me," she begged. When she had said this to the guys at Peter's arranged gang bang last week, it was out of wanton lust. But here, it was a legitimate request, as she actually needed to tell this guy what to do. 

He placed his hands on her ass and started to move back and forth inside her, but he was clearly a novice. He was timid, arrhythmic, unsure of how far she would be willing to let him go. Danielle knew that before the Guess game was played, she would have preferred a gentle lover like this. Now she craved a man who would just take what he wanted from her.

"Harder," she said, "Spank my ass."

The guy squeezed her cheeks and tried to fuck her harder, but he lacked technique. He gave an obligatory swat on her ass, but it did nothing to escalate Danielle's excitement or arousal. She kept trying to encourage him.

"Come on, baby. Use me however you want. Pull my hair. Put your thumb in my butt." She wiggled it temptingly at him. A brief thrill shot through her spine as she felt him peel open her ass and slide his thumb towards her puckering sphincter. Unfortunately, that was as far as he would go. 

He pulled out and zipped up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have come. I'm obviously not into whatever...this is," he condescended. 

Danielle rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. She was stunned, but undeterred.

"Wait, please. You can do whatever you want to me."

She spread her legs and dipped three fingers into her pussy, lewdly displaying herself as a way of demonstrating how she would do and be anything for him. Her eyes were pleading with him, but he was stoic.

"Sorry, you got the wrong guy."

He turned and exited the bedroom before showing himself out of her apartment. 

Danielle could not believe that someone who looked like her could throw herself at a guy like that and be rejected. Sure, she practically dragged him off the barstool down the block and guaranteed him he would get lucky if he came home with her, so she knew he wasn't the "take what I want" type. But wouldn't any guy jump at the chance to have someone like her as a one-night stand, especially to live out any sexual fantasy they wanted?

Her internal turmoil continued to pivot between her whorish desire to be fucked like a dog, and her knowledge that good, marriage-material men did not treat women that way. The guy who had just ditched her mid-fuck might have suited her former sentiment, but now he just came across as a coward who cared too much. Cared too much? Was that a problem now?

She rolled over and opened the top drawer of her dresser. With her eyes closed, she was able to identify her Rabbit vibrator and flicked it on. Her pussy was still wet, so it slid in with ease, and immediately started doing its duty. Images of the last month began to pop into her mind, as they had every time Danielle had masturbated lately, and she tried to block them out. She wanted to cum without thinking about Peter, or any of his accomplices, but she couldn't help it.

He was looking down on her, fucking her missionary style, while degrading her verbally. She was sucking his cock while two other guys she still didn't know sawed into her ass and vagina. He was videotaping her while she stroked her own clit and begged for more cock. It turned her on too much for her to blot it out.

The Rabbit tickled her clit and she came like a rocket, her legs spasming in apoplectic surrender. She clenched her knees tight, pinning her hand on the Rabbit and the Rabbit inside her. She waited until her orgasm fully subsided before removing the vibrator, tossing it on the mattress by her feet and lying flat on the bed.

Then, almost as if on cue, her cell phone beeped.

She foggily retrieved it from the night stand and checked the text. As soon as she saw Peter's name her heart started pumping even faster. The room felt warmer as she opened the message.

'Make yourself available tomorrow night.'

Was there even a point to playing tough, telling him to fuck off? She wanted this, and he knew she wanted it. Besides, he had enough blackmail material to humiliate her for eternity. 

'What time?' she wrote back.

'8pm.'

'Where?' she asked, assuming his place again.

'Your place. Just be home at 8pm.'

Her apartment? He didn't even know where she lived. Did he? Either way, she did not want to disrupt the sanctity of her apartment. It was the only place she felt secure anymore. 

'Can we please do it at your place? I don't want to do it here.'

'You don't even know what "it" I have in mind. Don't argue with me or I start sending your video around.'

'OK' served as her final communication for the night. What "it" could there possibly be that he had not already introduced to her. He had literally fucked every hole, fucked her tits, called her every name in the world, had cuffed her, whipped her, and came in her mouth, pussy and asshole. 

What more was there?

...

At 7:45 the following day, Danielle was a nervous wreck. She paced back and forth around her bedroom, trying to decide what would be best to wear. She had spent ever minute since returning from work preparing for Peter's arrival. She cleaned the hallway inside the entrance to her apartment, the living room and the bedroom, assuming that these would be the only areas he would see. 

She had taken special care while tending to herself. While showering, she shaved her pussy clean, and added moisturizer from head to toe. She hated to admit it to herself, but she was looking forward to his visit. Unlike the last time, where she had resisted, argued, and showed up in sweat pants and a tee-shirt as a sign of her resistance, this time she wanted to look her best for him.

So she opted for a tight black dress that hugged her hips and came down to her mid-thigh. She decided against panties and a bra as a means of demonstrating her newfound whorish submissiveness to him.

She was propping up her tits in her dress, admiring them in the mirror, when her phone vibrated.

'Open your front door' read the text. 

Danielle was so confused. A text? He couldn't just knock?

She slid into her high heels and strutted to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she was again surprised to see no one on the other side. She unlocked it and pulled it open. A package about the size of a shoebox lay on the floor. Looking up and down the hallway for signs of anyone who could have left it there, she retrieved it and brought it inside.

Even as she started to remove the lid, she let her mind get carried away with what might be inside. Photos of her gang bang with Peter and the three guys? A video of it? Some kind of devious sex tools? 

Instead of these perverted notions, she was surprised to find an iPad mini at the top of the pile. She picked it off, puzzled, and placed it on the counter. Beneath it was a note.

"Put these on, then open up Facetime and call me."

Beneath the note was a flimsy, pink satin thong and matching bra. After holding them between her spread fingers, observing their barely-there nature, she saw the few items that remained in the box: a ball gag, a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold.

"These can wait." A second note read.

Danielle took all of the contents to her bedroom and stripped off her dress. She could smell her sex; she was dripping with excitement. The uncertainty of what was about to happen only made her pussy wetter. She eagerly slid the thong up her legs and wedged it between her cheeks. The front immediately started absorbing her moisture. She then slid the bra over her arms and snapped it in place. It barely covered her nipples, allowing for ample cleavage as the tops of her breasts spilled out of it.

One last check in the mirror to confirm how good she looked, and she retrieved the iPad. Turning it on, she found only two icons. One was the Facetime Ap. The other was a movie file titled "Danielle's Dirty Secret." She figured it was safe to assume what that was, and opened Facetime. There was only one contact, which she nervously clicked.

A few short rings later, Peter's face appeared on screen. She recognized his living room in the background.

"Ah, Danielle, my sweet little slave. I see you got my gift box."

"Yes," Danielle replied. "How did you leave it here and get back to your house so quickly?"

"Don't worry about how I do things, slut. I don't need to be there to smell your dripping pussy. I don't need to be there to drop a box by your door."

Danielle blushed. He knew her too well.

"The iPad is a gift for my pet. Whenever I call you on it, you will make time for me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Danielle pouted.

"The video file is from the other night. I thought you might enjoy watching it, seeing as you enjoyed yourself so much."

Danielle remained silent.

"You should thank me for this kindness, slut."

"Thank you, sir."

"Good. Now, prop the iPad against a wall and direct it at the bed. I want to see how well you obeyed my instructions."

Danielle did as she was told, placing the iPad against her TV and centering her bed in the frame. She backed away slowly, allowing him the opportunity to feast his eyes on her breasts. She knew it was his favorite part. She smiled wryly, knowing that he was enjoying the view. 

"Very good, my pet. Would you agree that this outfit suits you perfectly?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you for giving it to me."

"You are welcome. Now, before we go on, did you lock the front door?"

"Shit, no!" she exclaimed, starting to move out of the bedroom to amend this. 

"Hold on, slut. Stay right there. I want you to leave it unlocked. Now, are you ready for tonight's adventure to begin?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Do you have Spotify on your phone?"

"Yes, sir."

"Search for the song 2 Wicky. The number '2,' not spelled out."

Danielle searched for it, found it, and pressed play. She did not recognize the name, but immediately recognized the track as it started to play.

"Dance for me, pet," Peter said.

Danielle paused for a few measures. Dancing was never her strong suit, let alone exotic dancing. She had never done this alone, in the privacy of her apartment, and had never fathomed giving a virtual lap dance. Wanting to give into it, though, she spread her legs beyond shoulder width and started rotating her hips to the slow, tortured guitar riff.

She slid her hands up the insides of her thighs, over her mound and up her stomach. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she thrust her pussy forward, humping an imaginary cock as her hands cupped her breasts.

She decided that if she turned around, she could kill another few seconds by wiggling her ass at Peter. She turned her back to him, bent over at the waist and grabbed the footboard of the bed. Her heavy breasts hung beneath her as she dipped three fingers between her legs and stroked her pussy for Peter's viewing pleasure.

"I can hurt you," the lyrics echoed throughout the bedroom.

She bent her knees and lowered her ass towards the floor, straightening her back.

"You can hurt me," the song continued.

She straightened her legs and returned to a standing position. Grabbing the bedpost like a stripper pole, she spun around it and landed her back on the mattress, her head towards the iPad. She hung her head off the mattress, looking upside down at Peter, who was clearly enthused by her performance.

"But you better be sure before you leave me for another one," rung in her ears. Was this a subliminal message, or was Peter just a fan of the groove of this song?

She started rubbing her clit through her thong as her left hand grabbed her left breast and squeezed. Gritting her teeth to show how into this she was, she humped her ass off the bed, grinding her pussy into her fingers. She was on fire, and could easily have finished herself off right there. But she knew this was not what Peter wanted.

She flung herself off the bed and back towards the pole. Peter's view was now of her profile, her legs spread on either side of the bed post as she bent her knees and thrust her pelvis against it. Danielle felt a few notches in the post rub against her clit. Keeping her eyes closed, she ground against it harder as the guitar riff returned and drifted into a psychedelic phase. It was hypnotic.

"Uhg, ugh,..." she grunted as she neared orgasm. She forgot about Peter, needing this release badly.

"Hey, slow down, slut. Don't cum until I say."

Danielle jolted back to reality and turned to face the camera. The music faded out.

"Sorry, sir. But did you like my performance."

"It was acceptable," Peter said. "In the future, I will tell you more about what I like to see. Tonight was to see what you could come up with on your own. Now, sit on the bed and face me."

Danielle obeyed.

"Spread your legs."

Danielle spread her legs about two feet apart.

"All the way, slut."

Unable to sustain an extreme spread with just her leg muscles, Danielle put her hands on her knees and opened herself completely to him. She became acutely aware of how wet her pussy had become. It felt like there was a faucet inside her.

"Christ, Danielle. I can see how wet you are from over here. I want to see you rub your cunt through that thong."

"Gladly," Danielle said, moving her right hand to her pussy and rubbing it aggressively.

"That's it, slut. Now use a couple fingers to stuff your thong up your wet hole."

Danielle did as she was told, bunching the thong inside her pussy. She could feel it absorb some of her juices. 

"You have been very good so far, Danielle. I will let you cum soon. Do you have the rest of the contents from the box nearby?"

"Yes, sir. Right here on the bed."

"Good. Now slide your thong off and put it in your mouth."

This repulsed Danielle, but it was tame compared to some of the other things he had done to her. She did not see a point in arguing about it for now. She closed her legs and slid her thong out of her ass. It peeled down her thighs to her knees before falling to the floor. With her right foot, she picked it off the floor and grabbed it with her hand. She rolled it into a tight ball and was about to put it in her mouth, when Peter halted her.

"Hold on, slut. Before you put it in your mouth, shove it back up your pussy. I want that fabric coated with your juices before you place it on your tongue."

Danielle lamented, but powered through her negativity. She wanted a good cum, and knew that this humiliation was the price she would pay for a great one. Peter had not let her down yet, in this regard. She lay back on the bed and spread her knees, planting her feet down on the mattress. Using her pointer and middle finger, she pushed the balled-up thong inside her and felt it slosh around. 

Her cheeks flushed at the sound of her liquids squelching around the fabric and her fingers. She could not tell if it was loud enough for Peter to detect it, but it echoed in her ears like a shameful reminder of the slut she has become.

"That is good enough, pet. Now put it in your mouth." 

Danielle fished it out of her pussy. It unraveled as she withdrew, so the entire length of it glistened in all its lacquered glory as she raised it above her open mouth. She jumbled it up inside her mouth. The taste was distinctive, but it was also exciting. She was surprised to find it amplifying her arousal.

"Good girl. Now put the ball gag in place."

Danielle went wide-eyed for a moment. She should have seen that coming, but somehow this move came a complete surprise. Though she was filled with trepidation, she picked the gag of the bed and bit down on it. She then locked it behind her head with the leather strap.

"I am impressed, slut. You are doing great. Now put one of the cuffs around your right hand and lie back on the bed."

Danielle had goosebumps all over her body as she did this. She knew what was coming next, but had no idea where things would go from there.

"Danielle, I need you to affirm something for me before we go on. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do, but I am still very nervous about what you have planned."

"I promise you will enjoy yourself. Now put the blindfold on."

Danielle retrieved the black velvet blindfold and slid it over her head, blocking out all light.

"Good girl. Now, loop the cuffs around the middle post of your headboard and lock your left hand in place."

Danielle felt for the bed frame above her head, and managed to finagle the cuffs around it. The cold metal grasped her wrist tightly as Danielle secured it in place. She knew Peter was about a half hour away, so she had no idea what he had in mind now. Would she be able to let herself out? Was there a secret latch she didn't know about? Was he going to leave her in wait while he made his way over? 

"Very good, pet. You shall cum soon, I promise."

Danielle heard Peter take out a cell phone and dial a number.

"Yeah, she's ready," he said. "The front door is open, you can let yourself in."

He hung up the phone, then addressed Danielle.

"Things are about to get really good, pet."

Suddenly, Danielle heard the front door open and close, and she started to panic. The sound of high heels clicking over her hardwood floors insinuated that her unknown visitor was a woman, which took her completely off guard. Who could it possibly be? Did Peter line up some dominatrix to own her for his amusement? Was he just going to watch this entire scene play out from his couch?

"Oh, Peter," the mystery guest bubbly shrieked as she entered the bedroom. "Peter, you did such a great job! The whole room reeks of wet cunt!"

Danielle writhed on the bed, crossing her legs and straining against the cuffs. Her back arced and her tits pressed towards the ceiling and she tensed up. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.

"Ooooh, don't you worry, pet. I've seen what a slut you can be. Even if I release those cuffs, you are going to beg me to stay until I make you cum."

"Mmmmpppphhhhh," Danielle groaned. This woman had seen the video! 

She took Danielle's erect right nipple between two fingers and pulled it upwards. Danielle's breast followed her nipple until it formed a flesh pyramid atop her ribcage. She then felt the woman's hair fall onto her tummy, just before her teeth bit into the underside of her elongated tit. It was immediately familiar, and suddenly it all came back to her.

"Christy!" she screamed. Or, rather, a muffled, nonsensical version of the name as her panties and ball gag sufficiently plugged her.

"Bingo, bitch!" Christy exclaimed, as she repeated the process with Danielle's left breast. Her teeth left impressions in her tit flesh, she bit so hard, and Danielle moaned as Christy teased her preferred erogenous zone. She wanted to rationalize why Christy was here, and how that made her feel, but all she could think about was the tactful manipulation of her breasts.

"I bet you're wondering why I'm here, bitch. Let me make it nice and simple for you. I saw how you looked down your nose at me when we started the Guess game last month. I saw you huff and roll your eyes when I sucked Peter's cock willingly. You were such a prude. A stuck up little cunt. But now that I've seen how much you enjoy taking cock, I want to make sure you've learned your lesson and will never judge someone else for being sexually honest with themselves."

Christy climbed on the bed and straddled Danielle's chest facing away from Danielle's head. 

"Plus," she added, "I generally just don't really like you!"

At that, Christy lifted her leather skirt, sat down on Danielle's face and started rubbing her pussy over the ball gag. Danielle could smell leather through the aroma of Christy's pussy, and began to envision her in a tight, short leather skirt. She also detected something hard and plastic resting between her tits, and assumed that she was also wearing a strap-on dildo. 




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 04



"If you had just followed along and played the game to its end, you would have been eating me out within the hour. So you owe me this, cunt."

At that, she started sliding her pussy from the ball gag to Danielle's nose and back again. Danielle's face was quickly smeared with Christy's juices. The musky scent was intoxicating, and overwhelming, not that Danielle could do anything about it. Her hands were secured straight above her head, and her arms were pinned against her ears by Christy's calves.

"Open your legs for Peter, you bitch."

Danielle spread her legs wide.

"Bend your knees, too."

Danielle again obeyed, lifting her knees until the soles of her feet were flush against the mattress.

"Do not move your legs from that position unless I give you permission, is that understood?"

Danielle did her best to affirm her cognition from behind the gag and below Christy's ass.

"Can you see this glistening pussy, Peter?" Christy asked as she slid her hand over Danielle's vagina and spread it wide.

"Yes I can, Christy. I am excited to see what you do with it."

Danielle could not deny her excitement. She wished it weren't true, but her flowing pussy belied the fact that she was indeed turned on. Christy elevated things by sliding two fingers into her hole and slowly moved them in and out.

"She is wide open for you, Peter. She obviously was really into whatever you had going on before I got here."

"Well, she'll taste my cock before the night is through. You keep teaching her her lesson."

Christy grabbed Danielle's left breast with her left hand and clenched it hard. She continued to grind her pussy on Danielle's face as her fingers pumped inside Danielle's soaking hole. Danielle became increasingly aroused, and started muttering affirmatives from between Christy's thighs.

Christy sensed that Danielle was on the verge of climax, so she withdrew her fingers from her pussy and instead pinched each of her nipples. She then leaned back, grinding hard on Danielle's face as she yanked her firm little nubbins hard. The only thing preventing Christy from falling onto her back was her grip on Danielle's stretched nipples.

Danielle screamed in pain, which vibrated the ball gag just enough to get Christy off.

"Fuuuucccckkk!!" Christy screamed as she came. "Fuck that was good!" 

She let each the nipples free, and gently gave Danielle's breasts a bongo-style rapping, before climbing off. She grabbed Danielle's hair and lifted her head off the bed, bring her face in close.

"Don't even think about cumming until I tell you, OK?"

Danielle nodded, grateful that the temporary torture of her nipples had concluded.

"Now, turn over, cunt."

Danielle did her best to obey, though it was a tricky command given her bindings. She slid over on the bed about a foot, then rolled over onto her stomach, so she remained centered on the bed. Her forearms crossed above her head as the cuffs remained unyielding. 

"Good girl. Now lift your ass up and spread your legs again. Always keep your legs spread for Peter's viewing pleasure."

Danielle spread her knees, which forced her hips closer to the mattress. Christy again climbed on the bed, this time hovering over Danielle's ass. She slid her hand between Danielle's cheeks and towards her pussy. Combining her middle three fingers, with the ring and pointer together beneath her middle, she approximated a cock and pushed it inside Danielle's love tunnel.

"Mmmm," Danielle hummed from behind her gag.

"Slut, you are so wet. I don't think I have ever been as wet as you are right now. Do you love having this filthy cunt played with?"

Danielle nodded her affirmation. 

"That's not good enough, slut. Try harder."

"Mmmm Hmmmm!!" Danielle groaned into the gag as she nodded her head faster.

Christy collected a wad of saliva in her lips before allowing it to spill from between them and land on Danielle's asshole. With the thumb of her hand that was fingering her pussy, she started rubbing the saliva around Danielle's sphincter.

"And what about this asshole? I saw you on video, taking four different guys up there. Tell me you like it here, too."

Danielle again groaned a pleading confirmation.

"Entice me, slut. Wiggle that ass for me."

Danielle swayed her butt from side to side for Christy's amusement. She imagined Peter was watching, too, which was suddenly a huge turn on for her. 

"Faster, slut! I want to see that fat ass jiggle," Christy taunted.

Danielle accelerated her movement, and began clenching and relaxing her ass muscles to emphasize the 'jiggle' Christy was looking for. It looked more like an amateur's attempt at twerking, but it seemed to work for Christy. She wrapped her arm around Danielle's waist and slowed her gyration. She aimed her thumb downward and slid it right in to the base.

"Oh, fuck me," Danielle thought. If only the man from last night would have treated her this way. 

Christy returned her three fingers to Danielle's dripping cunt, stuffing her full of fingers. As she administered this extreme version of "The Shocker," she used her free hand to smack Danielle's ass repeatedly. The stinging sensation of her flaming cheeks served to amplify the stimulating effect of the four fingers in her two holes. 

Christy loosened both holes with her fingers for a few minutes before withdrawing them completely. She mounted Danielle from behind and aimed her strap-on at Danielle's prone asshole.

"Think I can make you cum just by fucking your ass?" she taunted. Danielle remained silent, preparing herself for the onslaught. Christy released the latch on Danielle's ball gag.

"Answer me, slut!"

"I don't know, mistress," Danielle mustered as she stretched her jaw. "Maybe if you play with my clit while you do it."

Christy chuckled. "I like your honesty. Feel free to play with your slutty little clit if it makes you feel better." More than ever, Danielle resented being cuffed to the headboard.

Christy shoved her strap-on halfway into Danielle's ass. Danielle gasped at the intrusion, but did not find it painful. She was growing accustomed to phallic objects invading her anal passage, and Peter and his crew had dug much deeper than Christy was currently.

But Christy was not done. She grabbed Danielle's hips and pulled her back, forcing inch after inch deeper into Danielle.

"Nnnnnnggghhh," Danielle grunted as Christy dug deeper. Once Christy bottomed out, she took two fistfuls of Danielle's hair, formed them into pigtails, and yanked them backwards. 

Using Danielle's hair as a rein, Christy started jackhammering into her ass. The room was filled with the sounds of her their thighs slapping, Danielle grunting, and Christy giggling. 

"Oh yeah, slut, take that cock," she taunted. "Remember the game last month, when you refused to take even take your bra off in front of us? How you gawked at Stacy's and my willingness to play around with the guys? How you looked down on all of us and thought yourself a superior person?"

Danielle remembered. It might as well have been a lifetime ago.

"Yes," she groaned, knowing that Christy was awaiting a reply.

"Who is the superior now, slut? The sexually confident woman with the strap-on, or the confused, bewildered whore taking it up the ass?"

Christy pulled harder on Danielle's hair, until her the handcuffs strained against the bed frame, keeping Danielle's arms taut in front f her. Their bodies were each drenched in sweat, and Danielle's breasts were swinging wildly beneath her as Christy held her in the doggy style position.

Finally, Christy buried herself deep in Danielle's ass and came hard, gyrating her hips against Danielle's ass cheeks. Danielle, for her part, was on the verge of cumming, and would have erupted if Christy had just stroked her clit once. But Christy was building up for a grand finale.

Leaving the strap-on wedged inside her slave, Christy unhooked the harness and let it fall from her waist. She turned Danielle onto her back and instructed her to raise her legs in the air. Danielle obeyed, though she was weakened from the anal assault and could only get her legs a few inches off the mattress. Christy grabbed her behind the knees and forced them above her head.

"Let's go, slut. I want you folded in half."

Danielle slid her shoulders forward so that Christy could roll her up. Soon, her knees were close to her ears, and she could easily see her glistening pussy and the strap-on sticking out of her ass.

"Ready to cum?" 

Danielle nodded silently, hoping that Christy would not make her beg for it. Instead, Christy horrified her. Bringing her five fingertips together, she formed a pyramid with her fingers and put the tip towards Danielle's gaping hole.

"Wait!" Danielle shouted, but Christy was undeterred. She pushed the five fingers in up to the knuckles and bounced them in and out for a minute. 

"Ooooohhhhh!!" Danielle groaned as Christy forced herself in further. Danielle had never felt so full, a function of the near-fisting and the dildo still in her ass.

"Please, I can't take the whole thing," Danielle begged.

"You can and you will, slut. It will be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway." Christy angled her arm and pushed harder, her fingers now in up to the last knuckles. Danielle strained her toes and calf muscles as she braced herself for the inevitable. 

"Here it comes, slut!" Christy offered as a final warning. With one last thrust, her fist overcame the barrier and slid deep inside Danielle.

"Oooooohhhhh...Myyyyyyyyy...Gooooooooodddd!!" Danielle screamed, followed by a deep gasp as her breathing amplified. Tears instantaneously streamed from her eyes, but not from pain. From intensity. She felt impossibly full, spit-roasted, wedged in place. She could only lay in her curled position and take whatever Christy had planned.

Christy stabilized Danielle against her chest and grabbed the dildo in her ass. At once, she started moving her fist and the dildo at the same pace. With each thrust, Danielle felt the pressure mount. With every withdraw, a release. Danielle's eyes rolled to the back of her head, unable to focus on anything happening before her. The entire experience became a blur. She was a ticking time bomb.

Christy released the dildo to rub Danielle's clit. That was all she needed. In less than three seconds, Danielle exploded. Her knees flew together and then shot apart as her orgasm rocked through her. Christy withdrew her fist with a wet "pop" and watched in pure glee as Danielle ejaculated straight up into the air.

Because of her current position, her juices arced into her bedroom air and landed on her face and tits. Danielle could care less about being stained by her own juices. She had just experienced the cum to end all cums, and was both thrilled to have experienced it and glad that it was over. Her body uncoiled and collapsed on the couch as Christy got off the bed.

"What a show, girls," a familiar voice exclaimed from her doorway. Danielle looked over to see Peter filling the frame. "Release her cuffs."

Christy unlocked the cuffs as Peter made his way to the side of her bed.

"On your knees, Danielle. Show your appreciation for what I have arranged for you so far tonight."

Danielle scampered off the bed an knelt in front of him. She was surprised and how quickly she obeyed, but could not deny that she wanted him. He pulled his dick out of his jeans and fed her what she wanted.

"Keep your hands behind your back," Christy ordered. "Grab your elbows."

Danielle reached her hands behind her back and latched onto the opposite arm's elbows. It was an incredibly submissive position, she realized, and knew it fit her role. Peter held still in front of her, so she started bobbing her head up an down his shaft.

She made love to his dick. She kissed, licked, sucked and slobbered. She tilted her head at all angles to cover every inch of his glorious cock. His breath quickened and the veins in his erection started becoming more pronounced, and Danielle knew he was on the verge. 

"Sit back on your heels," he ordered as he started jerking his cock. Danielle sat back and awaited his salty reward.

He aimed his throbbing member at her chin and let fly. Cum spattered all over her chin and neck, before he lowered his aim to glaze her tits. He loved the look of them covered in his spunk. 

Danielle broke command to wipe the cum off her chin, but Peter forgave her as she scooped it into her mouth. He could have got hard again at the sight of that. But as she went to wipe her tits, he stopped her.

"Hold on, pet," he said, tossing her the pink bra. "Put this on. We're going out."

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Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game Ch. 05



Dear readers,

I apologize that this chapter is a little shorter than the others. I have an idea of how this story will end now, but combining this chapter with the conclusion would have created an exceedingly long chapter.

You will have a hint as to how Danielle's saga will wrap up at the end of this chapter, but please send any requests or thoughts to me via the contact tab of my Literotica page, or by posting comments below. You may notice that this chapter incorporates a request that was left by a commenter on the previous chapter. I do like to oblige my readers!

Please enjoy.

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"What!?" Danielle yelled from her knees in front of Peter. "I'm not going out like this!"

This was crossing a line, she thought. Sure he had crossed many lines with her, but they had all been in a private home or apartment. Now he expected to parade her out on the streets with her tits covered in cum? She resolved to make a stand.

At the same time, Christy reappeared behind her and grabbed a fistful of hair. Pulling Danielle up into a sanding position, she offered a warning.

"Now slut, is that any way to talk to your master?" Christy grabbed the strap-on, still wedged in Danielle's sphincter, and pulled it out. Danielle went weak in the knees as it happened, and realized that she was not in the best position to negotiate. What had she become, fighting to maintain decency with a dildo up her butt?

Peter reapplied the collar to her neck and clicked the leash in place. 

"Come now, pet. It's time to show the world who you truly are. You trust me, yes?"

"I trust you, Peter, but I don't think I am ready for this."

"Let's see how you feel after you get dressed," he suggested.

Christy had slipped her arms around Danielle's chest, holding the pink satin bra in front of her. Danielle slipped her arms through the loops and let Christy secure it in place.

"Now the dress," Peter ordered. "No panties."

Christy helped Danielle step into her dress and brought it up over her chest. After Danielle laid the shoulder straps in place, Christy led her to her full-length mirror. She was ashamed at what she saw.

She looked upon her reflection and only saw a cheap hooker. The tight dress she had picked out for Peter screamed 'whore,' her hair was plastered to her forehead, and she was glowing from her orgasm. He legs were slightly bowed from the ass fucking, and to make the image more literal, there was a Jackson Pollock of cum splattered all over her breasts, framed by the black of her dress. The collar and leash weren't helping.

Peter walked up behind her and gently grabbed her by the elbow, almost in a mentoring, supportive fashion.

"It's time, my pet. It is time to face the facts about who you have become. Trust me, you will feel liberated after exposing your inner self to others."

He grabbed her leash and started leading her towards the door. Danielle's mind was a tornado, unable to focus on anything lucidly. Was she really going allow Peter to do this to her? She did trust him, as he had certainly helped her find a part of herself she didn't even know she was looking for. But this was too much.

Peter unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped out into the hallway. But as Danielle approached the threshold, she heard footsteps coming down the hall outside her apartment. Both of her arms shot up to the doorframe, stopping Peter's momentum. The leash was held taught between his outstretched right hand and her neck, but Danielle was petrified, and refused to yield.

The volume of the footsteps increased until the two twenty-something males, seemingly fresh out of college, walked past her open doorway and took in the scene. Danielle's heart was beating faster than it ever had as the two men surveyed the situation. Her gaze darted back and forth between each of their eyes, but they were not looking into hers. Instead, they were looking at the leash, which they followed to her collar and down to her cum stained breasts. 

They were too stunned to speak, and instead turned their stares to Peter, as if seeking permission to join in.

"Boys," Peter addressed them. "Do you know Danielle?"

"Nah," said one of them. "I mean, I've seen her around, but I didn't know her name."

"Did you know that she is addicted to cock?"

The boys gagged on their breath at the words.

"Peter, please," Danielle whispered, lowering her face towards the floor. Christy was snickering behind her, and refused to allow Danielle to hide her gaze. She grabbed her hair close to the scalp and pulled her head backwards until she was looking directly at the young men.

"It's true," Peter continued. "She is addicted to cock, and the only cure is cum. She takes it up the ass, and isn't afraid to fuck multiple dudes at once. You could probably come over here any night, and she would let you take turns boning her, so long as you promised to spank her ass while doing it. How does that sound?"

"That is a very good thing to know," the other one said. "You free tonight, honey?"

Danielle was beside herself holding back tears. She was unable to muster a reply.

"Not tonight, unfortunately," Peter spoke for her. "But try again later this week. I think you'll have good odds."

Each of the guys expressed their thanks and gave Peter a fist bump on the way out. 

"Come on now, slut. No more stalling."

Danielle refused to give in. She had, in some weird, twisted way, grown to like Peter a little, and the way that he treated her. She hated herself for feeling that way, but she could no longer deny it. However, she was prepared now to make a stand. Except her stand would come on her knees.

She collapsed to a kneeling position in the doorway, still on her side of the threshold, and finally stuck up for herself.

"Peter, I am not stepping out of my apartment looking like this. If you want to parade me around the streets with cum on my breasts, you are going to have to drag me by my neck."

As she steadied her nerves to say more, she started crying. With tears running down her cheeks, and sobs intermittently disrupting her plea, she continued.

"And I don't care what you do to me. I don't care if you throw me on the bed and whip me with your belt for an hour. I don't care if you twist my nipples until I scream in pain. I don't care if you tie me up and fuck my ass all night without letting me cum. And I don't care who you send the video to. I would rather be remembered as the girl who was blackmailed into making a gangbang video than the one who allowed herself to be paraded around town on a leash while sticky with cum."

Peter did not say a word, but approached her and tilted her head upwards. He used both of his hands to wipe away her tears, and he cupped her visage in his palms, attempting to soothe her. As she looked into his eyes, she knew he would relent.

"OK," he said, which came as a surprise even though she was confident he would acquiesce. "Christy, beat it."

"But...!" Christy yelled, attempting a retort. But Peter cut her off.

"No buts! Get lost. I will call you tomorrow."

With a huff, Christy made for the door. "You're lucky, slut. I had big plans for you tonight," she practically hissed at Danielle as she stepped out into the hall.

"We overstepped a boundary, Christy. Let me make this right, and I will be in touch," Peter said.

He stepped back into Danielle's apartment and closed the door. He silently squatted down next to his blubbering slave and stroked her hair. 

"Danielle," he whispered. "I'm sorry. I thought you were ready for that, but I clearly misread you."

Danielle steadied her breathing before mustering a reply. 

"Peter, who could ever be ready for that? Even the biggest whore in the world wouldn't want to be marched down Main Street on a leash with cum on her chest."

"Believe it or not, Danielle, there are exhibitionists who get off on stuff like that. I really thought you were embracing your newfound sexuality, and might enjoy it. I'm sorry."

"Peter, I admit that you have helped me open up, not that I ever asked for that. And I admit that I have enjoyed some of our time together. But do you have to be so demeaning and insulting? Most guys would give their left arm to be with someone like me for one night, and you have had me in every way imaginable."

Peter caught himself about to laugh, knowing that he had imagined a lot more for Danielle.

"And yet you try to make me feel such shame for this. Why?"

Peter unlocked her collar and helped her to her feet.

"Follow me," he said, leading her to the restroom. He started the hot water in the shower, then turned back to her and slowly started removing her clothes.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, coaxing the straps of her dress of her shoulders. Unzipping the back, he peeled it open and let it drop to her feet. Standing there in just her bra, Danielle instinctively covered her pussy with both hands. She knew it was ridiculous to act demure in front of him, based on everything that he had seen and done to her, but flip-flopping between insatiable slut and naive girl-next-door was a confusing part of who she was now.

Peter unhooked her bra and kissed her neck as he slid it down her arms. Danielle could feel the denim of his jeans and his flannel shirt pressed snugly behind her. His hands moved to her hips, and she allowed him to steer her towards the shower.

Stepping in, she immediately ran her face under the hot water, allowing it to absolve her of her dried tears. The freshness of the steam made her feel better almost instantly. She heard Peter undressing outside the curtain as she stepped back and ran the water over her breasts. It was purifying to wash the cum off her cleavage. 

When Peter stepped in behind her, she welcomed his embrace. His hands circled her torso and cupped her breasts, hoisting them up towards the hot stream. He rubbed soap where his cum had stained her, as if he wanted to wipe the entire slate clean, and not just her chest.

"Danielle, I know I'm not much to look at, and I know I have a reputation. I also know that a girl like you would never be with someone like me, unless you were tipsy and playing a sex game like we did. From there, I knew you would never be with me unless I had some blackmail material."

Danielle took it all in, unsure as to where he was going with this.

"Look at you, Danielle. I usually only hook up with women who reply on a pound of makeup to look good. You don't need any. You are beautiful right here in the shower, untouched as nature intended."

'What is this?' Danielle wondered. 'What is he trying to do here?' At least he was finally acknowledging that he was lucky to ever touch someone like her.

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and spun her around. His face nuzzled into her crotch as he grabbed her ass and pulled her slit onto his nose. Danielle gasped, and reached for something to hold onto. Finding the shower head and soap rack, her left heel sought solid footing. She implanted it in the drain, then lifted her right leg onto the edge of the tub, granting Peter easier access.

He took advantage, burying his nose deep in her cleft and plunging his tongue into her wet hole. He lapped away aggressively, and Danielle instantly found herself on the precipice of a big climax. Peter delayed just a bit, intermittently removing himself to compliment her.

"You are so beautiful."

Lick, lick, lick.

"Your pussy is fucking perfect."

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

"You taste so good."

Danielle tilted her head back, so the water flew over her face and landed on her breasts. It flowed down her stomach and between her legs, where it met Peter's eager tongue. It created a heavenly, liquid friction, cascading over her clit in a downward motion as Peter flicked his tongue upward. She let go of the soap rack and grabbed the back of Peter's head, exhibiting a dominance she had only learned from him. It proved to be all she needed.

She gushed her juices all over his face, holding him tight to her as she did so. In the back of her mind, she knew he would return to being the dominant soon, but did not allow that to deter her from enjoying this moment. She lowered her right foot to the bottom of the tub, which forced her crotch lower onto his jaw. He kept his mouth open, willingly taking in whatever juices she had to give.

Once her breath slowed to a moderate pace, she let go of his hair and took a step back, anticipating retribution. Instead, he stood and pressed her back against the wall, just beneath the shower head. He pulled her right leg back onto the ledge, opening her up, and slid his rock hard cock right into her.

"Oh, fuck," Danielle grunted in pleasure. The combined wetness of her pussy, the water and the humidity in the room allowed him to plunge all the way into her in one stroke. She spread her lips to encourage him, but was instead met by his tongue, which invaded her mouth the moment the opportunity presented itself.

He kept his left hand on her right knee, helping to support her in the standing position. His right hand squeezed her left breast hard, which provided both pleasure and stability. His entire torso was pressed flush against hers, wedging her in place against the wall, and giving her confidence that they would not slip on the slick surface. This enabled her to savor this moment more thoroughly.

Their tongues danced with each other as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tighter. By moving only his hips, he was able to slide about six inches in and out of her at a rapid pace. It felt amazing, and Danielle would have told him so if she did not enjoy kissing him so much.

Instead, she just moaned her approval into his mouth. "Um hm! Mm hmm! Uh! Uh!"

Peter knew he had won her over again. He let go of her breast and grabbed her left leg around the knee. Pulling it around his waist, he repeated the process with her right leg. She now had both legs wrapped around him, and he supported her by grabbing her ass and keeping her back pinned to the wall. 

With her legs spread as wide as they could go, he was able to get as deep as possible inside her. Danielle couldn't hold out any further. She broke the kiss and looked towards the ceiling, practically howling her encouragement.

"Yes! Please! Fuck my pussy. It's all yours! Take it! Take it!"

Peter gave a final, mighty thrust and bottomed out inside her, spewing his seed like a fire hose into her womb. Danielle wanted to scream in ecstasy, but she was practically paralyzed by the climax. Her legs started shaking in Peter's steady hand. Her arms clenched tight to him. Breath eluded her. 

She was unable to settle down for a solid minute, and Peter stoically held his hard cock inside her, knowing that it was bracing her in place. Once she regained control of her extremities, she lowered her feet to the ground and reached behind her to turn off the water. As the last drops trickled over her blushing face, she looked up at Peter and asked and found him staring into her eyes.

There was something about his stare that captivated her. There was a self-confidence reflected in it, which she sometimes hated, and other times succumbed to. She recognized this frustrating dichotomy as she leered at him now, and she was overcome with shame. His gaze was the perfect microcosm of their relationship. She hated him sometimes, but was always infatuated with him. He dominated her sub-conscience. Whenever she was alone, she thought only about when they would be together again, both out of fear and excitement. And typically, after he brought her to a rousing climax, she hated that she allowed someone whom she sometimes hated to do so.

All she knew in this moment was that she didn't want this to be the last time he fucked her. Biting her lip, a slutty grin appeared on her face as she asked him,

"So what do you want to do now?"

Peter narrowed his eyes at her, as though he had been anticipating that question.

"I want to finish the game," he said.



Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game



Louis was the only one who said anything, and all he said was "Holy shit!" The rest of the group didn't say a word, but most of them made some sort of unintelligible sound of amazement.

"And now," Stacy gulped audibly, "I need to put these on you," holding out the blindfold and handcuffs.

"Why? What happens next?"

"Just do it, ok?"

"No, I want to know what happens."

"See, I told you she couldn't finish the game!" Peter said mockingly.

"I'm going to finish!" Danielle snapped, "I just want to know what's going to happen."

As Stacy went behind Danielle and handcuffed her wrists behind her back, she explained, "We're going to roll the dice to see which guy takes part in this. We're going to blindfold you, and then that guy is going to put two fingers in your mouth." Stacy kicked Danielle's panties to the side. "He then has two minutes to put his fingers... inside you and play with your chest." Christy slid the blindfold over Danielle's eyes, which meant no one could see how wide they had become as Stacy kept talking. "After he is done, then you have to identify who the person was. If you're correct, you get fifteen points. If you're not, you lose five more points."

"You can't be serious!"

"Look, you agreed to finish the game." Stacy reminded her. "Just try to relax and enjoy yourself." And then she said something under her breath that only Danielle could hear, "Remember what you said about wanting experiences? Well, now's your chance."

Danielle's mind went back to a conversation she'd had with Stacy months ago during Chinese take-out one evening at her apartment. During their talk, Danielle admitted that she wished she were more adventurous. Stacy advised her to seek out new experiences, but Danielle said that wasn't easy for her. Stacy had looked at her with confidence and support, wisely telling her that if she would open up and just try things that scared her, she would probably be amazed at what would happen. Danielle had nodded in agreement, but in the past few months had found little opportunity to do so; rather, she had not looked for any opportunities to do so, which is why she had been nervous but a little excited by Stacy's invitation to play the game tonight.

Now that her new experience involved her being naked and handcuffed while some unknown man finger-fucks her, however, she found Stacy's advice to sound far less shrewd than it did those months ago. Danielle's vision was total blackness, so all she could do was listen to the dice roll and several voices make a ruckus, but she couldn't tell whose voice won. 

Within a few seconds, she felt two fingers move into her mouth and slide over her tongue. She sucked on the fingers for a moment trying to use her mouth to find some detail that would let her know who was standing in front of her. Unfortunately, the harder she sucked on the fingers the more generic and plain the fingers seemed, and then she felt those fingers slide out of her mouth. Soon she felt two fingers, wet with her own saliva, being inserted into her pussy that was already moist with arousal. She tried to relax herself as the two digits penetrated inside her.

As she felt the fingers slide in and out of her, she could feel the walls of her vagina swell and tighten around them. Then she felt a thumb rest against her clitoris and her body trembled with excitement. She felt the fingers move faster and faster, all the while rubbing her clit, so that her breathing became deeper and shorter.

It was when she felt a tongue against her nipple, however, that her body began to shudder. Danielle's sensitive breasts were an incredible source of arousal for her, and she found that she could make herself orgasm from breast stimulation alone. The combination of lips sucking on her tits and the fingers pumping her wet pussy hard was irresistible, and she felt an orgasm swell within her groin and spread throughout her body. 

She didn't know how much time had passed at this point, since the fingers thrusting inside her showed no signs of slowing, but the moist lips kissing and licking her entire breast created an unbelievably intense arousal that made her spasm with excitement. She heard someone say, "ungh" and then realized it came from her. With a mouth on one nipple, she felt another hand grab her other nipple and pull, and she threw her head back with another "Ungh!" as her dripping wet cunt was continually pummeled. 

She heard laughter as she grunted louder, "UNGH!" and wished she could somehow disguise the erotic satisfaction she was feeling from being sucked and finger-fucked. "UNGH!" Or that the others wouldn't realize how many orgasms were flooding her system. "UNGH!" Surely it had been two minutes by now, she thought, as the teeth biting down on her nipple made another orgasm convulse her body.

BEEP! Danielle was never more relieved to hear that dull electronic tone, and as the fingers slid out of her drenched pussy, she realized she was panting loud and did her best to control her breathing. She heard Christy say, halfway mockingly, "Enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" but Danielle wasn't going to dignify that remark with a response. 

Stacy asked her, "So who do you think that was?"

Danielle had no idea so she took a wild guess, "Louis." The roar of laughter made her realize she had guess incorrectly. 

"Sorry, you lose five points."

As Remmy took off her blindfold and handcuffs, Danielle asked, "So who was it?"

Stacy was about to answer, but was stopped by Peter. "That's what you still need to figure out. The rules don't say anything about giving the correct answer." Danielle quickly looked at the other men's hands to see which ones seemed wet, but her eyes were still adjusting to the brightness so she couldn't determine anything.

Stacy picked up the scarlet book, "Ok, moving on. Challenge Three is for the guys. While blindfolded, you have to determine whose breasts are in front of you using only your mouth." Danielle became very nervous because, although both Stacy and Christy both had attractive bodies, Danielle knew that her breasts were larger than the other women and would therefore be easy for the guys to determine. Not only that, but after the last two minutes, her breasts were already so stimulated that she didn't know how to avoid any more orgasms. Stacy set the timer as the guys put the blindfolds on their eyes with huge grins on their faces.

Danielle looked over as the two women unclasped their bras and smiled. Danielle, of course, was already topless, and she stared for a moment at the two women's bodies. She could see their nipples were already erect as if they were enthusiastically anticipating the next few minutes. At least, Danielle thought to herself, that she was no longer the only one naked anymore which helped diminish her feelings of embarrassment.

BEEP! Danielle was standing in front of Remmy, whose lips and tongue seemed to cover her entire chest. He squeezed her hardened nipple between his teeth, and she could feel another orgasm building inside her. She thought his gnawing felt familiar and she told herself that Remmy must have been the one stimulating her during her test. His tongue lapped against her nipples, but it was when he bit into her soft flesh that she felt trickles of wetness dripping out of her pussy.

BEEP! She moved herself in front of Peter and as he started licking his way around her cleavage, she thought his mouth felt familiar as well. Perhaps he was the one who... no, there was no way for her to know who had finger-fucked her, because she couldn't feel any difference in the way their mouths felt. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and stuffed as much breasts flesh in his mouth as he could, and then bit as hard as he could. Danielle felt a sting, but she also felt her pussy become drenched with arousal.

BEEP! Now Louis was the one who had the pleasure of sucking on her massive chest, which he seemed to enjoy doing. His mouth roamed around her entire breast, and the stimulation was proving too much for her as another orgasm began to build. By the time he had licked the soft underside of her breast, she could feel the nerves in her pussy as if they were on fire. And when he sucked on the tip of her nipple, she cried out in orgasmic pleasure. 

A final beep announced the end of the challenge, and of course all they guys wrote down all the correct answers for whose breasts they had licked. Remmy commented, "With Danielle here, this challenge was easy!" and she smiled as if she thought his comment was amusing, but really she was embarrassed that her tits had become the playthings of these men. She tried to think of some acceptable reason why she wouldn't be able to finish the game after all but would allow her to save face, but no good scheme came to mind.

Stacy picked up the rulebook and found where she had left off, "Let's see, Challenge Three for the ladies is to... oh my! We need to get on our knees and guess whose... cock is rubbing against our bodies." Stacy and Christy started giggling, but Danielle rolled her eyes at whoever had come up with this ridiculous game.

Danielle grabbed a blindfold and found a place between the other two women to go down on her knees. She hoped that maybe one of the others would object to such a humiliating challenge so that she wouldn't have to say anything, but the eagerness she saw in their faces made her feel lonely. As she felt the carpet beneath her knees, she sighed and positioned the blindfold over her eyes. Why was she the only person who had a problem with this? Surely most any other sentient human being in her position would feel the same way, so the fact that Stacy was so willing to play this stupid game dredged up Danielle's long-standing feelings of isolation from her peers she had felt for most of her life.

BEEP! Danielle felt the rubbery shaft of someone's cock run up and down her cheek. The tip of the penis traced a path across her nose and around her chin before pushing against her clenched lips. She pursed her lips tighter, but she could still taste the salty sweat of the cock on her lips as it kept attempting to push itself into her mouth. She would have assumed that Peter was the only guy who would be that much of an asshole, but after the evening so far, she wasn't sure if that was really true.

BEEP! She felt another penis rub against her mouth and chin lengthwise, and the smell of musky sweat filled her nose. This cock also pressed against her lips, but with less eager force as it slid the shaft between her lips, as if expectantly waiting for Danielle to open her mouth a little. Honestly, Danielle had become aroused and part of her thought about parting her lips so that she could better taste the cock rubbing against her face. But before she could complete the thought, the timer buzzed.

BEEP! This cock seemed determined to penetrate her mouth, which only made Danielle tighten her lips even more. It pushed against her for several seconds so hard that she had to grit her teeth a little, which in turn allowed the cock to push inside her lips. She couldn't believe how aggressive this person was being, but she also knew she needed to get some points in order to dig herself out of the hole in the game. So she suddenly opened her mouth and sucked on the dick as hard as she could. She heard groans that sounded exactly like Louis.

The final buzzer sounded, and Danielle smiled to herself. If Louis was last, then she assumed Peter was first and Remmy was second. When the paper came her way, she immediately wrote down her guesses. Remmy looked through the papers, "Danielle, whoa, you got all of them right!" She felt proud satisfaction, which was immediately followed by a moment of humiliating self-awareness that she was able to accurately describe the cocks of three strange men. "Christy, Stacy, you each got one right. I guess Danielle knows cock pretty well!" Everyone chortled at the joke, except Danielle, who wasn't sure how she felt about performing so well at such an obscene task. "So now what?"

Stacy picked up the book again, "Ok fellas, the Fourth Challenge is to put your tongue into each woman's pussy and guess who it is by their taste." Danielle groaned audibly at the thought of three guys licking her privates.

Christy, who was standing near her, looked at her confused. "What's the matter, Danielle? Do you not like guys licking you?"

"It's not that, I just... I don't know any of these guys. Not really."

"So?" Christy laughed. "They're going to lick your pussy! Enjoy it!" Danielle knew she was trying to be helpful, but somehow Danielle found it hard to laugh with her. And maybe that was the problem. 

Danielle remembered a time back when she was a sophomore in high school. She and her senior boyfriend of a couple of months, Mike is what she thought his name was, decided to go to his house after school when his parents weren't there and have sex. It was her first time and she was a little reluctant, because she did not want to get a reputation as a tramp, and the boy had to talk to her several times about how other people were doing it and that no one wanted to date a prude or cock-tease. Thinking back on it, she didn't appreciate him pressuring her, and maybe that's part of the reason she's so protective and standoffish today. Standing is his room where it was about to happen to her, though, the hormones in her young body were yearning for him, or any male for that matter, to explore her body. As they got undressed in his room, her body shuddered in excitement. She laid down on his bed and spread her legs, expecting him to climb on top of her, but instead he knelt beside the bed and buried his face in her crotch. At first she found the feeling of his tongue to be rather clammy and soggy, and she felt a little uncomfortable. But after a couple of minutes, she felt his tongue against the nub of her clit, and her body enjoyed that feeling, but she still didn't like the texture of a clammy, rubbery tongue against her private parts. When he finally climbed on top of her at that point and pressed his cock forward, her pussy was soaking wet and easily allowed him to insert himself inside her. He only thrusted a dozen times before his teenage cock ejaculated its load into her drenched pussy. She was disappointed that he had cum so quickly, but considering some other "first time" stories she'd heard over the years, she decided hers wasn't all that bad. 

She still to this day, however, had never really enjoyed the feeling of a man's tongue at her pussy, and she never understood when she heard other females describe how much they love it. She had been reluctant to let any of the few boyfriends she had do that to her, and in fact had used her tits to distract them from going down on her. Now as she watched the men get on their knees in front of her, smiling and looking at each other, Danielle was not looking forward to this challenge. The entire game had been sickening in many ways, but this particular one was going to be difficult for her. The men put on their blindfolds and then the women shifted around and each approached a man as the timer went off.

BEEP! Louis was first, and he put his tongue out so that it didn't exactly lick Danielle, instead it lightly wandered around her. It was a sensation that she wasn't as bad as she was expecting. Within a few seconds he pressed his tongue deeper into the folds of her pussy and she became wet with arousal. Whatever dreadful sensation she had been expecting was nothing like what she was feeling right now, and she welcomed the wet tongue lapping against her crotch. Suddenly he reached up and grabbed her breasts and was kneading her nipples between his fingers. She thought this was against the rules, but she didn't say anything, not only because she didn't want to reveal herself but also the waves of orgasmic pleasure exploding within her made it difficult to speak.

BEEP! Peter was next and he used his hands to spread her thighs further apart so that he could shove his tongue deep into her. She still expected to feel the same clammy and soggy feeling from when she was a teenager, but to her surprise she felt another orgasm flood her system. He used one hand to reach around and squeeze her ass so that she pressed into him, and with the other hand he reached up and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her chest. She again wanted to protest, but the unexpected sensation of pleasure she felt caught her by surprise. She placed her hands on his head to steady herself, she told herself, but she knew that wasn't true when she instinctively pulled his head into her soaking wet groin. She hated herself for being turned on by such a selfish jerk, but she couldn't help but love the way he moved his tongue in and around her.

BEEP! She staggered for a moment and then positioned herself in front of Remmy. The instant his mouth touched her cunt, she moaned in approval. His tongue pressed hard against the nub of her clit, and her body jumped as though shocked by electricity. As the orgasm flooded her senses, she grunted and moaned and he responded by thrusting and licking her pussy as forcefully as he could. She couldn't stop her body from writhing and shuddering with pleasure as she finally understood why other females find this so intoxicatingly wonderful. 

The final buzzer went off, and Danielle struggled to regain her composure and get a hold of her breathing. The men took off their blindfolds and wrote down the names of the women, and all of them were 100% correct.

"Wait, some of them grabbed my chest." Danielle protested. "That gave them an unfair advantage!" 

"I don't remember anything in the rules saying we couldn't do that," Peter replied. Stacy looked through the rulebook and found that there was in fact no explicit restriction on other touching. Danielle was not pleased with the outcome, but she decided not to press any further.

"And now, Challenge Four for the ladies... we're going to lie down on the ground blindfolded, keeping our arms stretched out above our heads, and the guys are going to rub their cocks between our breasts and we have to identify each guy." Stacy read from the book. "Oh, the instructions here say be sure to put a little oil between your breasts."

Peter leaned over to Danielle and said, "I'll rub that oil in for you." He laughed, but Danielle was not amused.

"I've got it, thanks," Danielle sarcastically responded. As she rubbed the oil in the chasm of her cleavage, again dreading that her body was about to become the sexual plaything of complete strangers, she saw the look of delight on Christy and Stacy's face. The two of them were both smiling seductively at the guys as they made their perky tits glisten with oil. Danielle was still dumbstruck at how willing they were to go along with this demeaning game, but she was also jealous of how comfortable they were being sexually playful with other men, and Danielle wished she could steal some of their confidence even for a few minutes just to know what it felt like.

The three women sat down on the floor, put on their blindfolds, and then laid on their backs. As Danielle raised her arms above her head, she could hear the three men moving around the room before she felt the pressure of one of them sitting on her stomach. She instinctively clenched her taut stomach and, even blindfolded, could sense him drooling as he ogled her massive chest.

BEEP! By now, her tits were so stimulated and tender that when his fingers reached down and grabbed her nipples, she arched her back in pain. She could feel his hands push deep into her flesh and pressing her breasts together as she felt a cock slide in between her oily mounds. His hands kneaded her raw tits as he pumped his dick into her sore chest, and she had to bit her lip to keep from grunting in pain. She thought about his cock now glistening with oil as it glided amongst her breasts, and she felt a warm dampness reappear in her pussy.




Guess: The Ultimate Sex Game



BEEP! It took half a minute for the men to exchange places, but she soon felt the pressure of someone else on her torso. He immediately yanked on her nipples and she unconsciously groaned from the sting of her aching tits. His cock was already throbbing as it vigorously thrust between her round fleshy mountains, and the oily skin of her breasts could feel that he was close to cumming. Faster and faster the dick pounded into her tits, making them shake and jiggle with each impact. His hands were clenching tighter into her massive chest, and the pain of her aching breasts made her entire body tense.

BEEP! She was thankful when she felt his hands release her sore breasts, but her respite was short lived. Another pair of hands tugged hard on her nipples while a cock already pulsing with cum began furiously thrusting into her oily tits. She gasped in pain, which made the guy laugh, and as his fingers dug deep into the soft, raw flesh of her tits, she felt cum burst out of his cock and land all over her chin and chest. Instead of slowing down, as most guys tend to do after they shoot their load, he continued to pound his groin into the underside of her breasts which would be shuddering uncontrollably if it weren't for the fingers painfully clutching her nipples.

The final buzzer sounded, and Danielle's sensitive, tingling breasts were incredibly sore after the pummeling they just endured. She sat up and removed her blindfold, trying to remember the order of guys. She recognized the laugh as belonging to Remmy, so she wrote down the names on her card, but he was the only one of the three she got correct. Christy only one correct as well, but she far more total points that Danielle. Stacy had correctly identified all three and was tied with Christy.

Stacy took out the clipboard, "So after totaling all our points so far, the person with the fewest points is... Danielle." Stacy's voice dropped a little, probably because she could tell Danielle was getting annoyed always coming in last." Nevertheless, she kept going. "It's time for another Penalty Challenge. Danielle, I need you to get on your knees and let me handcuff you again."

"Why? What's the test?" Danielle was holding her chest to try to ease their throbbing pain.

"Just do it, ok? It's worth ten points if you get it right." Stacy said with a snappishness that took Danielle aback.

Danielle, however, wasn't going to be bullied by anyone, not even her friend. "No, I want to know what it is first."

Stacy sighed, "We're going to spin this arrow every 30 seconds. Based on that, one of the guys is going to put his cock into your mouth. After 30 seconds, he pulls out and you have to identify who it was. We keep going until you get three correct answers or..." Stacy's voice trailed off without finishing the sentence.

"Or what?"

Stacy took a breath, as if she knew Danielle would not like her answer. "Or someone cums."

Danielle had been a willing participant up to this point, but this was going too far. "So you expect me to randomly give blowjobs to everybody until someone shoots his wad into my mouth?" She knew she was going back on her word, but she was too indignant to care. 

"What did I tell you?" Peter said angrily. "I knew she'd quit!"

Danielle continued undeterred, "This is ridiculous! I'm not doing that! No one would do that!"

"I would," and all eyes turned to Christy, who walked up nonchalantly to Stacy and grabbed the blindfold and handcuffs from Stacy's hands. Christy then turned and kneeled down in the center of the room, put on her blindfold, and reached her arms behind her back and expertly clasped the handcuffs on her wrists as if she had done that too many times to count. "Let's do this!" she said to the guys, but no one in particular.

"At least SOMEone is able to enjoy herself and have some fun!" Peter said, looking directly at Danielle. Remmy and Louis stole glances at Danielle but didn't say anything. Danielle was incredulously looking at the woman in the center of the room, sure that there was no way she would go through this part of the game and that her bluff would end momentarily.

Stacy spun the arrow and pointed to Remmy who immediately walked up to Christy. She must have sensed someone was near because she opened her mouth wide and let him put his cock in her mouth. As his hips rocked back and forth, his member pumped in and out of her mouth and she bobbed her head accordingly. Christy had such a svelte figure, and Danielle estimated that her perky breasts were probably B-cups, around 30 or 32 inches which shook a little as she ravenously sucked on Remmy's cock. In 30 seconds, the buzzer went off, and Christy said, "Louis!"

"Nope, sorry," Stacy said and, based on the next spin, pointed at Louis. As Louis walked up, Christy was able to wrap her gaping lips around his stiff cock without any help, and she was the one who thrust her head back and forth. Louis tried to stifle a grunt as he kept gyrating his body to keep his dick inside her warm, wet mouth. 

Once the buzzer went off, Christy proudly said, "Ok, THAT was definitely Louis."

"Correct," Stacy said and then pointed at Remmy again. This time she spent more time licking and running her tongue up and down his shaft, but she eventually let him shove his dick into her mouth and pump himself several times before the buzzer sounded. 

"Hrmm," Christy thought, "I'm going to say... Remmy."

"Correct," Stacy said excitedly, but then she glanced at Danielle and she suddenly seemed embarrassed for her friend. After spinning the arrow, she pointed at Peter. Danielle was irritated at Christy for embarrassing her this way, but she was mesmerized as Peter walked up to Christy and slowly thrust himself into her as deep as he could until her lips were touching the base of his penis. Danielle didn't know how she was able to do that, but to her it looked like Christy must have swallowed at least half of his cock into her throat. Danielle's anger subsided into an intense fascination. Christy was not only willing to have these guys' cocks in her mouth, but she genuinely seemed to enjoy herself. Christy was able to have fun and enjoy herself sexually in a way Danielle had always struggled with.

Danielle remembered the time when she was in the basement laundry room of her college dorm with her then-boyfriend. When he closed the door and started running his hands over her body. He said he thought she was so beautiful and wanted her to give him a blowjob right then and there, but Danielle playfully pushed him away, thinking he was joking. He become upset and complained that she was so uptight and couldn't have fun and just cut loose, which led to a nasty fight. Although they made up later that week, they eventually broke up a month later, but Danielle couldn't even remember exactly why.

Now Danielle was watching Christy almost like an anthropologist would study the mating ritual of some new species of animal. Christy's entire body was relaxed and she allowed Peter to push himself into her as deep as he could so that his scrotum was resting on her chin. The muscles on her face were tensing in rhythm as she fervently sucked on his throbbing cock. Christy had smiled when she put on her handcuffs and now she was enthusiastically engaging in these sexual acts. Why was Christy able to have fun? How is she able to relax and allow herself to be used this way? Danielle wondered if the real question was why she herself was so unwilling to enjoy sexual acts that ought to bring her such pleasure?

Peter was grunting like a gruesome animal now and then she saw Christy's throat swallow several times. As Peter pulled his dick out of her mouth, Danielle could see his gleaming cock was completely coated with jism and streams of cum fell out of Christy's mouth and onto her chest. She stuck out her tongue and licked a few more drops of cum off of his erection before he turned to go find a tissue.

As Louis took her blindfold and handcuffs off, Christy sighed and wiped some cum off her chin saying, "I could tell that was Peter, but I'm pretty sure I'm too late!" which made everyone laugh. Danielle surprised herself by laughing too.

"So what happens now?" Remmy asked.

"Ask her," Peter said tilting his head towards Danielle as he wiped himself. "She's the one who didn't do the last challenge. What are YOU going to do?"

Danielle took another look at Christy, who was using her fingers to pick up traces of cum on her chest and then licking her fingers clean. Danielle thought to herself that if Christy could have fun by being willing to be sexually bold and daring, then she should try it herself. "Ok yeah, I'll do a Penalty Challenge. What's the next one?"

"Well," Stacy said as she flipped through the guidebook. "It says here the next Penalty Challenge, also worth ten points if you complete it, is to... um, it's kind of like the last one where you're blindfolded and handcuffed and the guys have 30 seconds each before you identify who it is. The challenge ends when you get three right or if one of the guys cums. Only in this challenge, the guys are... well, they're going inside your pussy."

"Well I'm out this round," Peter said dejectedly holding his deflating penis. "This should be easy for you since you have a 50% change of getting it right."

"Are you ok with this?" Stacy asked with a pause.

Danielle's first instinct was to protest being fucked by guys she didn't know that well. But she reminded herself that she needed to drop her negative attitude and be adventurous. "Yeah, I am. I need to loosen up and not be so uptight, right?" She looked around the room before adding with a wry smile, "Thanks for not arguing with me!" This made everyone smile and chuckle. As Stacy clicked the handcuffs on Danielle's wrists behind her back, Danielle asked, "Where should I go?"

"Over here on the couch," Stacy pointed before she put on Danielle's blindfold. Both Stacy and Christy helped guide her backwards so she was lying on the couch at a slight angle with her legs dangling off the end. Danielle's neck was at a slight angle, and she didn't appreciate having the handcuffs digging into the small of her back.

She took a deep breath and decided to try to have some fun with this. Sex is supposed to be fun and feel good, after all, and she hadn't had enough of that in a long while. Still, she never would have envisioned herself doing anything remotely like this, but after watching the others enjoy themselves sexually, Danielle decided she would try to do the same. She took another deep breath, pushed away the butterflies in her stomach, and spread her legs apart when she heard the buzzer.

Whoever it was sliding inside her was already extremely hard and she could feel his cock throbbing with excitement. She hoped he would start off slow and give her cunt a chance to moisten again, and thankfully he did. His hesitation and uncertainty made Danielle suspect this was Remmy, and as the thrusting became harder and harder, she became more sure of herself. It was a strange feeling for her having sex while being blindfolded. It somehow took away all distractions and allowed Danielle to focus on the sensations in her body, and she welcomed the warm stimulation coming from the cock pumping inside her wetness. 

When the buzzer went off, Danielle said, "That was Remmy, right?"

"It sure was," Stacy said cheerfully. "That's one correct answer. Here comes the next person."

Danielle felt the cock immediately drive deep inside her and pummel her groin with a force that caused her arched neck to hurt with each thrust. She could feel her large breasts randomly shaking with abandon. Danielle soon realized, however, that the cock inside her felt different. It was soft and rubbery, but a little too rubbery. As she focused on the shaft pounding mercilessly in her drenched cunt, she realized this was no cock, at least not one of flesh.

The buzzer sounded, and Danielle gasped, "Since that was a dildo, I'm guessing that was Peter," with an aroused breathlessness that surprised her. 

"Right again," Stacy confirmed. Danielle swore she heard Peter snort in disappointment, but she wasn't sure. But the thought pleased her nevertheless.

"You're better than I expected. Have you been practicing?" Peter said without laughter, even though the others did. Danielle could hear the frustration in his voice, and she smiled to herself.

Danielle's pussy was so wet that the next cock slid into her effortlessly and began hammering at her. The handcuffs in her back were getting uncomfortable, but the amazing burst of orgasm exploding within her was beyond wonderful. Danielle was panting now, "UNGH! UNGH!" as the thrusts kept going deeper and deeper inside her pussy now clenching this cock as hard as possible. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Danielle had orgasmed before, but being blindfolded made it seem more vivid, more electric, more beautiful than any other she'd had. "OH GOD! UNGH! YES! UNNNGH!" Perhaps her lack of other sensations, along with the helplessness of being handcuffed, allowed her to escape her own mind and relish in the exciting feelings erupting in her groin and flooding her entire body. "YES! YES! UNNNNNNGH!"

All of a sudden, he slid himself out and disappeared. Danielle almost cried out for him to come back, but she remembered the rules and tried to determine who had been inside her. "Well?" asked Stacy.

"Um... I think... um" Danielle's rapid panting was louder than she wanted, but she couldn't stop herself. "I think... it was Remmy again."

"No, that was Louis," Stacy said sadly. Or maybe it wasn't sadly, Danielle wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything right now.

Without warning, she felt the nearness of another man and soon the wonderful sense of a penis being shoved into her drenching wet pussy. "UNGH! UNGH!" Her enormous breasts shuddered with every impact, and she spread her legs further apart so that he could drive his cock deeper into her wet cunt. "UNGH! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" She never realized just how wonderful a cock could feel, and she tightened her groin muscles as the cock continued to hammer her. "YES! UNGH! YES! UNGH!" She didn't care who it was, she just knew that she felt more alive at that moment than she had in years. "UNGH! UNGH! UNNNNNNGH!" She felt a rush of orgasm wash over her making every nerve in her body feel She felt two hands grab her massive tits and squeeze hard as his cock pounded into her even faster. 

"UNGH! UNGH!" Warm jism flooded her vagina and she felt his fingers clench her tender tits but now she didn't mind the pain. She didn't mind the cum pouring out of her tingling pussy. She didn't care if everyone was staring at her naked, shackled body. All she cared was that she felt satisfied. She had always found sex enjoyable enough, but never like this. The blindfolds, the anonymity never knowing who exactly was fucking her at any moment, the powerlessness that helped her let go, she was more gratified now than she had ever been.

"Wow, you seemed to enjoy yourself!" Stacy said with a tone that made Danielle think she was pleased with herself for helping her friend open up sexually. And perhaps she should feel pleased with herself. "Let's take your blindfold off and we'll go on to the next..."

"Wait," Peter blurted out "she didn't succeed in getting three answers."

"That's right," Danielle said in quick agreement. She realized she'd spoken a little too quickly and sounded too eager as Peter gave her a knowing smile that made her feel guilty for feeling too much pleasure. But she bit her lip and decided to welcome his gaze of newfound respect for her sexual openness. At least she told herself it was respect.

"I think she deserves another Penalty Challenge." He looked around the room at the others, "What do you all think?"

Remmy smiled, "Oh I definitely think she should do another challenge." Christy said it sounded fair to her, and Louis agreed.

"Yeah," Danielle said looking at Stacy, "That's fair. I should do another one." She hoped no one could see the cum dripping out of her cum, and she felt a little like a slut but she also felt better than she had in a long time. 

"Well," Stacy looked through the book, "there's one in here about how someone will bite your nipple a certain number of times. You have to correctly count the number while other people do... well, whatever they want to you." 

"That sounds ok." Danielle said, even though it sounded more than ok to her. The thought of someone biting on her sensitive tits made her pussy drenching wet with anticipation, and her nipples were so erect that they ached. "Where do I go?"

"You can stay where you are," she heard Peter say as he lifted her body up and over the armrest of the couch so that her head was now dangling off the side. Immediately she felt Peter slide his cock into her upside-down mouth, and she opened wide and let him in. She felt someone else get on the couch beside her and grab her hips, then a hard cock was pushed into her cum-covered pussy. 

She felt someone grab her breast and squeeze her erect nipple hard, but the pain felt so wonderful. Peter was pumping himself in and out of her mouth, and as she opened wider, she felt his cock reach into the back of her throat. She realized her mouth was at his base and she was deep-throating him.

Then she felt a bite on her other breast. Then another. That's two bites. Peter slid himself out and then pushed himself in as hard as he could. The cock in her pussy was pounding her and pounding her, and she imagined that cock glistening with someone else's cum as it pumped forcefully inside her. She felt another bite and realized she didn't know if she'd counted them all. Was that three? Someone squeezed her other nipple and she arched her back from the pain. 

Another bite, and Peter was jamming his cock into her throat. She sucked as hard as she could, and then she could feel the cum building in his shaft. Another bite on her nipple. Was that five or six? Her mouth was filled with jism and she swallowed as much as she could several times, but she could feel streaks of cum pouring out of mouth and streaming down her cheeks. 

Another bite on her nipple, how many was that? The cock between her legs was now vigorously pumping into her drenching wet pussy as she felt another bite on her nipple and then another. Her tits were shaking in every direction as her entire body was brutally pounded by the person in her cunt. Another bite. She clenched the muscles around her pussy when a wave of orgasm spread throughout her tingling body, and she heard a groan that sounded like Louis as his cock swelled inside her. 

As another bite came on her nipple, she felt some hands pry her mouth open and another rigid cock slid into her mouth that still was half full of cum. Another bite. The cock in her mouth was immediately shoved into the back of her throat, and Danielle had to swallow the jism that had been pushed down into her esophagus while the excess spunk dripped out of her lips and onto her face. 

Another bite, and the cock in her pussy was furiously pounding in her and she was sure she could feel it nearing climax. She sucked hard on the dick in her mouth, and the pulsing she felt in response made her wonder if it too was nearing orgasm. She felt another bite, and wondered how many that had been.

She felt a particularly hard bite on her tit as she held the dick firmly in her vagina and an explosion of cum burst inside her. The mouth on her nipple bit again, and Danielle realized she had not been keeping track of the bites on her nipple as the cock in her pussy pulsed several more times before sliding out of her cum-filled cunt.

"So how many?" Stacy asked. 

"Um," Danielle tried to do a quick estimation of bites she felt plus a guess of bites she didn't consciously feel. "I think it was fifteen."




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The group laughed, "No, it was a LOT more than that." Danielle should have felt embarrassed but honestly the orgasm subsiding in her body made her feel so good that she didn't really care. She even snickered with them.

"Alright, no points for Danielle," Stasy said as she wrote down the score.

Remmy asked, "So what's next?" 

"Now," Stacy said with a wry smile, "things are going to get interesting!" Danielle felt a shiver run through her naked body, but with her body tingling with pleasure, she couldn't tell if it was a shiver of anticipation or nervousness about how many more "interesting" challenges her body could withstand...

....to be continued