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After our last game involving the neighbor I knew Jen
was just itching for a way to get back at me. She got
her chance at her office Christmas party. Every year
her office holds a party at some banquet facility or
hotel. It's always in a different place. Her company
parties usually have about 50-75 people or so, many of
whom bring their spouses, significant others etc. I
don't care for these parties, the few I've been to I
have had to put up with their boorish behavior,
especially when it comes to Jen.
Several of the men there, especially when drunk, are
basically just rude and lewd when it comes to Jen. If
she wasn't such a tough bitch herself, I'm sure she'd
have a case of sexual harassment. They seem to have no
problem leering at her in the work setting and they
make comments to her all the time about her tits, her
ass, stuff I 'd never even try to get away with at MY
job.
One of them in particular, Brian, really annoys me.
He's a young, brash know it all. He's good looking for
sure, but he's so egotistical it's sickening. He's the
one who has made the most comments to Jen. She told me
he will often stand behind her at her desk and look
overly down her top. Now, to be fair, Jen dresses
provocatively, as we both enjoy. However, I still can't
imagine me doing that to someone in my office, staring
down their shirt with a stupid grin on my face. He has
pulled her aside on numerous occasions, telling her how
he'd like to fuck her, how big is cock is, how he
'knows' she wants him.
Office hookups are prone to exaggerated gossip, I sure
wouldn't want our lifestyle being the object of this
office's dirt. To sum it up, he's the last guy I'd want
Jen to play with. Knowing this, I lived in fear that
she'll take advantage of this humiliating aspect of our
lives, while still knowing that, goddamn it, it'll turn
me on as well.
Jen isn't the type to worry about reputation. That I
know. Her family is scattered to the winds, her parents
are no longer alive so she really doesn't fear the
public embarrassment that I would with the whole
'gossip' thing. She rather likes it, especially when it
needles me. For example, she has no problem with our
neighbors Herb and Meg knowing our lifestyle, she even
figures they have told others and it makes her smile.
Me on the other hand, worry about it getting too
public, too out of hand. Jen loves taking advantage of
this difference in us.
The Christmas party was coming up on Friday, as it
approached I kept trying to think of logical ways to
weasel out of it. As the day neared I was almost
gleeful that she hadn't brought it up, thinking that I
could back out simply because it was a last minute
surprise. I hadn't guessed her reason for not telling
me.
Friday came, I had the day off, Jen had to work only in
the afternoon, then she'd meet the others at the party.
I found it odd she still hadn't mentioned it when she
left for work. I returned from the store, still fully
expecting a call from her. I found a note on the table
(you may have noticed we find the use of notes
particularly sexy). She also left a Polaroid picture of
herself and what she'd be wearing. It was a sexy tight
fitting blouse with revealing cleavage and a leather
skirt she particularly enjoys.
"John,
As you may have remembered, my Christmas party is this
evening. Since I knew you'd try and whine your way out
of it I didn't even bring it up. However, as you may
also remember it's my turn to play a game. (my heart
jumped) Since you seemed to derive so much pleasure out
of our last game, at my expense, I thought I'd try and
come up with something far more imaginative, and
hopefully, just as punishing to you! (I can imagine her
giggling gleefully at this point).
I have come up with a game that is similar to a
scavenger hunt. This time though, it involves you
collecting clues to find out where the party is.
Before you think, "Hey, I don't want to go to the party
anyway," here's the reason you'll care. I've left clues
for you to follow, you get a half hour to find them and
call me and tell me what you found. If, after each half
hour section, you have not found the clue you will pay
a penalty in order to get the next clue. You will WANT
to get each clue because each penalty gets more severe.
I will call you at 7pm promptly, you'd better be on
your toes. At 7 pm I will give you a clue to get you
started and I will drink one alcoholic drink. You'd
better get all your clues as quickly as you can, you
know how I get when I drink, very horny and very...
let's say... willing."
I gulped at that, yes, I knew what she meant. As an
added incentive she added, "Oh, and remember Brian and
the guys will be there."
"Oh fuck... that bitch!" I cursed, though half
heartedly, knowing it's all part of our wicked games. I
knew what she was insinuating, the drunker she gets the
more likely someone there will get frisky. I doubted
she'd have sex with Brian, just for revenge sake. No, I
knew there'd be more to it than that. I went out of my
head for hours, awaiting her call.
7pm came and went. The minutes dragged on. I almost
leaped out of my skin at about 7:15 after when my cell
buzzed.
"Hey baby," she purred, "don't say a word unless I tell
you, here's your first task," she said, giggling. I
could tell she'd already downed her first drink.
"Thinking of me baby? How I've made you wait for sex
this week? Thinking of my tits, my soft, firm,
beautiful tits? Don't answer, I know you are. Well,
here's your task. Think of my tits. "
I thought, "what the hell, that's the clue?" She
surmised what I was thinking.
"Yes baby, that's the clue, my tits... think about my
tits... how much you like them... how much you want to
play with them... how much you want to see them... like
the last time you saw them."
"Aha!" I thought, and my mind raced. Where had I seen
her tits last? I raced to the bedroom (obvious choice).
I ransacked the room, no clue. "Shit!" ok think, maybe
it was when she was in the shower. I fumbled through
the cabinets and found nothing of significance. I
basically ran through the whole house, finding nothing.
The clock was ticking, just ten minutes left. Then I
remembered our walk through the woods a few days ago,
She flashed me.
Was that it? Was that the last time? I didn't want to
commit to the woods if I was wrong because then I'd
lose my last remaining time. I was pretty sure, so I
raced out the back door. It was dusk and it wasn't the
easiest time to find anything, which, I'm pretty sure
she didn't care about.
I retraced our steps as best as possible. There were
several walking paths and I had to recall which one we
last used. After several aborted attempts I crashed
through some brush in a shortcut, hoping I'd chosen the
right path. Sure enough, there, hanging from limb, was
her pink Victoria's Secret bra. Before I could even
reach the tree the dreaded phone call came.
I could hear her gulping down a drink before she spoke.
"You lose baby, it's penalty time."
"But, but I found it... it's your pink bra, right?"
"Yes, indeed it is but look at your watch, it's 7:32
and by the way, I've had two drinks already," I could
hear her starting that familiar tipsy giggle.
I found the note pinned to the bra as she was speaking.
It read, 'Congrats, the bra was your first task,
hopefully for your sake, you found it before the
penalty."
She continued, "Well, since you found the bra, you need
to work on the next clue, to find my panties. Chop
chop, times a wastin' but first, here's your penalty.
Since you didn't find the bra in time, I will take off
my bra, here at the party. You shouldn't need to guess
what that means as far as our games go, yes, I'll be
braless, you have the picture with you don't you" Yes,
with my revealing top I'm sure plenty of people will
get to see quite a bit of my top, don't you think? I
think Brian in particular will enjoy the view, he does
so like my tits, as you know."
I could feel my face burning in shame and anger. That,
however, was not the topper, she ended with this. "As
you know dahlin' as my tits are now going to be
exposed, I invoke the rule that once they are out, they
are fair game. This means, my poor lad, that should
someone take advantage of the fact that my tits are
basically on display, that I can only allow it to
happen. Oh, and by the way, I've been close dancing
with Brian, Mike and the guys and I've had to keep
pushing their hands down but now..." she stopped and
abruptly hung up.
Damn, she really can be evil but even in my anger and
fear there was a constant reminder of my excitedness,
yes, this shit was making me hard. The note on the bra
said to follow the same logical trail to find the
panties. I had to think and act quickly. I raced back
to the house, to the laundry room, where she'd flashed
me those same panties the day before. I tore through
the laundry baskets, the dryer, the washer, no luck. I
was in a frenzy. I'd already started this task a few
minutes late and I couldn't really afford being held up
by guessing wrong again. I stopped, took a deep breath
and began to think.
Ok, it's not the laundry room, but that IS the last
time I saw her panties... wait... with her bra it was
the last time I saw her tits.. .maybe it's the last
time I saw her pussy. I raced to the family room, all
the while thinking how clever it was of her to deny me
all but a few glimpses of her body in the last few
days, she certainly had planned this out. I went right
for the couch. I was sure I'd seen her pussy there
last. While watching TV, she'd made sure she'd crossed
her legs slowly, allowing me a look. But no, nothing
was there, THERE WAS NO CLUE! I was almost out of time.
Then it finally hit me. I ran towards the garage but
again the phone shocked me before I could reach my
destination.
{8:05pm} "Man," she drawled, obviously caught up now in
a nice buzz, "You suck at this. Can't even remember
where you saw your girlfriend's pussy last?"
I reached the garage door from the house just at the
time she was speaking. Sure enough her pink panties
were hanging from the doorknob. I remembered now, how
she was carrying groceries in from the car and had the
bag propped up on her leg as she opened the door. She
wasn't wearing panties, as she has wont to do. I didn't
even realize she'd seen me catch of quick glimpse of
her pussy, damn she's good.
"I found them, I found the panties!" I said hopefully.
"Alas, again too late, pookie, geez, you'd think you
weren't even paying any attention to me, what with me
showing you my tits and my bush and still can't trigger
a memory? I don't think Brian, Mike and the boys here
would forget that, do you baby?"
She was sticking the knife in now, and beginning to
twist it. "As a matter of fact, I don't think Brian
will forget anything so far tonight," she chuckled.
"What?" I gasped, hoping for a better answer than I
knew what was coming.
"Shut the hell up," She scolded, "you are not to speak
unless I ask you to! I'm going to tell you, you know I
always do so hush, you are wasting all your time! As
you know, according to our rules, once my tits were
'unbound' so to speak, they became open game. Well, as
you know, Brian has a real fascination with my tits.
I've also had three drinks, thanks to you, already. We
were dancing, I'm kind of tipsy, he was being handsy,
as I said before and, wouldn't you know it, his hands
found his way to my breasts dear."
My shoulders slumped at the news. Already I was
thinking of who might have seen, what the repercussions
of this might be in an office setting, the rumors the
gossip
She cut me off, "it's your fault baby for not knowing
your girlfriend well enough, do you think I wanted to
let this lecher fondle my tits? No. But you made me go
braless because of your stupidity and he took full
advantage. First he just turned me away from the group
so nobody could see and fondled my tits through my
blouse. But, because of my alcoholic sex buzz, and his
nature, he soon found his hands under my blouse. He
felt your lover's tits baby," she stopped, perhaps to
gauge my reaction.
I wasn't allowed to speak however, so she continued,
"Good boy, who needs all these interruptions? So, Brian
has basically mauled my tits because of you, he pulled
on my nipples honey," she slurred. "But, you must pay
another penalty for not finding the panties in time and
as such the penalty will be the same as the bra, I will
remove my panties. I'm sure she could almost hear me
croak.
"Yes baby, my panties are now off, again, you know what
this means? Yes, open season and I will tell you, this
next task, you'd better hurry with because I've spent
almost the whole time fending his hands off my ass and
up my skirt, when he wasn't pawing my tits. I will
guarantee you, if he asks me to dance again it won't be
more than a few moments before his hands find my pussy
again, this time there will be no restrictions, when it
was my tits exposed he was allowed to play with them,
when my pussy is exposed, well, you know how he is.
He's even asked me to go somewhere and to quote, 'Take
care of him" gee, I wonder whatever he could mean.
Don't worry honey, the rules are still the rules,
nothing is allowed beyond that, but, you'd better
hurry, you will NOT enjoy the next penalty however!"
<click>
I was losing this game no matter how hard I tried
however, true to the nature of our games there is some
fairness to it. I don't doubt that if I'd found the
clues in time she'd have not done what she had so far.
However, the nature of our game is also to make it as
difficult as possible and she was taking full
advantage. She knew I wanted to find her now. She knew
I didn't want anything to do with Brian fondling her
tits, or, god forbid, her pussy now.
She knew the last thing I'd want is for this to lead
further. I shuddered to think how far it might go. I
found the note on the panties, I had but 20 minutes
now. In this 20 minutes I knew full well what might
happen. Knowing she would not say no to Brian asking
her to dance, or playing with her tits, I knew he'd
almost certainly have time to find his hands on her
ass, her pussy, I had to hurry!
The note on the panties said, "This one should be easy,
to find where I am, you must first find why I chose
this particular bra and panty set. I had to go with the
first thought, there was no time. She'd gotten these
with me at the mall and the mall backs up to a well
known banquet area and hotel. This HAD to be it or
else. I sped off towards the mall.
It was useless really, even if I was right, how could I
possibly find anything? I had to go right to the hotel
and hope it was the place. I raced into the lobby and
looked around. I saw a sign for the banquet area. I
popped my head in hoping against all hope. "Jacobson's
bar mitzvah." I'd lost the race again. The phone rang
as I sat dejectedly in the lobby.
{8:40pm} "Wow, you mush think I can drink like a
fishhhh," she only sort of fake-drunkenly rambled. "I
even gave you a few extra minutes, being the fair game
player that I am," she laughed at her own joke. "Ok
honey, the answer was, where was I last wearing that
bra and panty set, how could you forget that? You
certainly should've remembered this."
She was right. What an idiot! It was what she was
wearing when I made her model it for Herb in our
basement den. It was what she was wearing when I made
her suck him off in it. She was rubbing that
humiliation right back into my face.
"I'm sure you have a nice little hard on by now (note
here, she likes my dick, really! It's just a fun way to
torture someone, ok, enough of that). You may not be
enjoying your night but I can tell you Brian and Mike
sure are. "
I had to gulp, I knew what was coming.
"Sure as shit before I even hung up from you last time
Brian came up behind me and was fondling my titties
under my blouse. I only hoped he didn't understand what
we were talking about or he would surely exploit it to
his advantage, lucky for you he didn't. It wasn't even
two minutes though, before he had me on the dance floor
and found out I wasn't restricting his access.
"I can tell you, Sharon and her husband got an
unexpected show because Brian thought he'd danced me
off into a dark enough corner but Sharon and Rich were
sitting in a trellised area and had a clear view of
what was going on. What was going on? Oh yeah, thought
you might want to hear it. Brian has some THICK fingers
baby I mean THICK. Well, Sharon and ol' Richie got a
clear view of Brian slipping two of those fingers up
your hot girlfriend's snatch." She paused for effect.
"He's wanted to do all these things to me for a couple
years now and he's totally taking advantage of it.
Lucky for you, and me as well, that Mike stepped in for
a dance, otherwise who knows how far it would've gone.
Oh yes, Mike, you know him, he's the nice one and yes
baby, I allowed 'the nice one' to play with these tits
baby. He was so nice, in fact, that he didn't even try
to feel my cunt. Can you believe that? Well of course I
knew you wouldn't allow that if that was one of YOUR
games so I had to guide his hand there baby, I had to
push his hand to my pussy.
I had to take his finger and shove it up my hole, I
know how you'd have made me do it in one of YOUR sick
games. But for you, it had the effect of slowing Brian
down, at least giving you an outside shot at completing
at least one of your tasks. Alas, you didn't, and here
we both are, me, in a hotel bathroom, braless and
pantiless, dripping wet and there you are, no doubt
sporting a hard on, wishing you could take me now.
Anyway, not much time, I hear him knocking. Here's the
deal, quickly. Everyone here is pretty much getting the
idea now that I'm easy and that they will be able to
get away with pretty much anything. I'm sure that's a
fair assessment. I'm a bit drunk, way horny, and still
mad at you allowing our neighbor Meg to fully use me.
So, your last task is to still find where this party
is, and get here before, well, anything happens. I can
tell you, per our rules that now there are even less
restrictions. Since you were so fond of watching me
suck Herb's dick the next task will be oral related.
Meaning, oral is no longer a restriction. You'd better
find me this time, because that's the next penalty.
My heart sank further. I knew that sure as shit I
didn't want Brian having the very best of my
girlfriend.
She continued, "There is no time limit on this one, but
of course, the longer you take, the more chance of
anything happening. I can tell you Brian isn't a
hesitant guy. I had to pry him off me and escape into
the restroom here just to call you, that's why I was a
bit late calling, " she giggled noisily, "because he
had your girlfriend off in a corner. He took me to a
more deserted part and had me sit on a table and was
finger fucking me good. I hated to stop really, even
though I could've cum right there. But, being I had to
call you. But, turns out Brian is a bit of a freak as
well, the only way he'd let me go was that I had to
lick my juices off his fingers first. But, what the
heck, you love the slut in me, right babe?"
Of course she was right. Honestly, I was torn. Turned
on as hell, mad as I can remember, but as much in love
with her as I ever could imagine. It's like a drug, and
we're both addicts, that's for sure.
"Ok John boy I don't know how long I can hold him off,
hurry... or not, your choice. But remember, if anything
has started you are not to interfere, got it?" (That
has always been a rule in our games, once the sexual
activity has started, the other is not allowed to stop
it).
"I know," I choked weakly. I understood the rules, now
that she'd removed another restriction there was
nothing stopping Brian, or anyone, for that matter from
feeling her up, leading all the way to oral, if they
knew only to ask.
She finished putting in the knife fully now, "since you
made me suck Herb off in my new lingerie I'd have
thought you'd have figured out that the answer all
along was where I'd sucked him off, where YOU made me
suck him off. If you don't make it...in time...you are
NOT to make a scene, or even show yourself, got it?"
With that she hung up.
I raced home, I had to at least try and limit the
damage as I saw it, ok, so some guys have felt her up,
ok, a guy I especially dislike, but damn it's not as
bad as her sucking him off, or worse!
Sure enough, there, in her favorite chair was the
answer. It was the Christmas party invitation. "The
Marriott..." I didn't even read the rest, I gunned the
engine of the car as I careened off, I HAD to get
there. It was at most ten minutes away I didn't stop at
lights, stop signs, I blew them all off (as carefully
as I could, of course, I'm not an idiot... well...
maybe that's debatable but still.)
I screeched into the lot and leaped out and hit the
ground running. I knew where the party area was, we'd
been here before for weekend retreats and I cursed
myself for not thinking of this place first. Most of
her coworkers don't know me or what I look like seeing
how I missed so many of their get-togethers purposely
but I tucked my baseball cap down low and pulled up my
collar.
I knew Brian knew what I looked like, perhaps Mike as
well so I didn't want them to see me yet. My eyes
searched the open room quickly. There were pool tables,
a pool, several nooks of patio areas. She was nowhere
to be seen. I covertly slipped into the crowd and found
my way towards rooms that I'd stealthily overheard were
rented by her company.
Turns out they had rented three rooms. I saw two of
them well lit, a couple dozen people mingling in both
rooms. There was another group of them out in the play
area, lounging, drinking, mingling. It was the third
room that got my attention. It was dark, though the
door was open. This room they were using for storing
their coats, they covered the king sized bed. From
where I was, on the floor above, I glanced in, it
looked empty. Suddenly I heard her voice from below,
she was giggling.
"Stop it, stop it!" she was laughing playfully. I
shrank back from above so as to not be spotted. Brian
had her by the arm.
"Hush, you've been teasing me all night baby, I'm going
to explode," he panted.
"Stop, people will see us! Mike will know we've
disappeared, together."
"Not for awhile, I sent him to the bar to get us some
extra bottles of spirits," he chuckled. "We have time."
"For what?" she playfully inquired.
She was allowing this to happen. It sounded like she
was pushing him towards telling her what he wanted,
thus 'forcing' her to have to do it, based on our
rules. But she didn't' HAVE to make him say it, she
could just as easily not bring it up. But, there she
was, leaving him that opening.
"You know for what," he growled longingly. You've been
teasing me all night I want to fuck that pussy I've
been playing with all night."
"Oh my," she slurred. "I have a husband, I can't fuck
you!" She pleaded. I knew full well she had no problem
with fucking him, or anyone, for that matter, in
relation to our games, but I saw this as her focusing
on what she WANTED to give him, what was 'allowed'
according to our game.
"Gawd baby, I have to cum so bad," he begged. "You've
got me so hard, feel." He said, and pulled her hand
onto his crotch. Again, she giggled.
"Oh my, what have we here," she purred and she took her
time stroking his cock through his pants.
"How about sucking me off baby, you have to give me at
least that," he gasped while she fondled him. Bingo!
Those were the magic words. She crooked her finger and
beckoned him to follow her. They were headed for the
room with the coats.
I had to get her, rescue her now, but how? I thought I
could just race down and confront them as they headed
for that coat room, surely that would constitute making
it 'in time,' I reasoned. I tore down the hall and down
the steps and ran into... Mike... shit!
I kept my face down and grunted as I turned around and
walked away, hoping he'd simply go past. He did, but in
my haste I'd caused him to have to resettle the items
he was carrying, he delayed me from going further when
he took his time shuffling his cargo. When he was gone,
I turned the corner and slowly looked back. I turned
the corner just a few feet from the coat room. Brian
was in the room, holding her hand, pulling her in.
Her eyes caught mine. She only hesitated for a second
then she made the sign with her finger, tapping her
wrist where a watch would be, She mouthed the words,
'too late' and gave me the finger wag as she
disappeared, clearly telling me not to interfere. I
knew what I was supposed to do, I was supposed to go
home and wait. Wait for the victor to return. Part of
our game is that once a victor has been established,
the other one does not get to cum for the rest of that
day (or night, whatever the case may be). This was
going to be agonizing.
There are times in every one of our games that each of
us wonder why the fuck we do these things to each
other. On reflection however, there's never been a game
we've played that didn't totally and most thoroughly
turn us out sexually. As I cursed my fortune that night
I hoped this would be no different, though fearing it
still.
I saw Mike peek into the room with the coats and I
again narrowly avoided his gaze. The blind was open a
few inches and that mother fucking peeping tom was
watching! I knew I should leave, I knew the cost of
risking breaching one of our rules but lust got the
better of me. Mike, god bless his pure heart, watched
only for a few moments before nervously stumbling away,
sweating profusely at his brow.
I snuck into his place and carefully stole a peek. It
was as I'd horrifically imagined. There was my Jen, my
girlfriend, my love, on her knees. Her blouse was gone,
it had joined the coats on the bed as silent voyeurs.
Her leather skirt was rolled up over her ass, she was
fully exposed to him. Her beautiful tits swung softly
as she guided her mouth on him. They were illuminated
simply by a nightlight from the bathroom. She was
sucking him, in that wonderful way that I've known so
many times. She was gifted with her mouth and now Brian
was the recipient.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Her hair cascaded loosely down
her back, the arch in her back revealed the loveliness
of her backside. Her nails were done in full slut red,
I could see them as her hand slid up and down Brian's
impressive shaft. She had on only her 4 inch heels
other than the skirt. She was a vision, sucking this
total jackass of a man. I couldn't hear their voices,
only faint murmurs of appreciation.
I thought I saw her look up and I shrank away for a
moment. I returned my gaze and she was back to fully
enveloping his dick in her lips. I was so turned on by
the sight yet so conflicted as to what to do. It was
like a dream where you want to run but your legs don't
work. I felt I HAD to see it, yet I felt like watching
Brian at the moment of orgasm, seeing him fill her
incredible mouth, would just be too much to take. If it
wasn't for Mike returning I'd no doubt have had to
watch that moment in horror.
I heard him before I saw him, some wine glasses
clinking in his hand. I took off around the corner. I
stopped only to see Mike take my place by the window. I
watched him gaze upon the spectacle no doubt far
outpacing anything he's experienced before in his young
life. Suddenly, I saw him smile and move to the door.
He tapped lightly, and the door opened.
I felt sick (strange how hard I was though) . I had to
leave. In turmoil I waited some minutes while watching
the party goers in their oblivious lighthearted glee,
somewhat jealous of their blissful ignorance. Defeated
I returned to my car. In the time since I'd watch Mike
enter the room and me getting to the car I noticed a
message on my cell that I'd left in the car. It was
Jen.
The message said:
"Naughty boy! It seems as though the punishments just
aren't enough for you. Yes, I saw you, you peeper! You
know the rules, do you know how embarrassing that
would've have been to me for Brian or Mike to see you
like that? I just sucked Brian off, yes, but that was
part of our game, you knew the rules going in. I can't
believe this, you broke one of our commandments, though
shalt not interfere!~ " she chuckled to herself. So, it
isn't enough that you, by your own screwups, allowed my
tits to be mauled in public, for my pussy to be felt up
like it was Playdoh.
"No, you had to hesitate in rescuing me, I saw you, you
perv, on the floor above, if you'd just have come
straight to the party you'd have interrupted us before
I sucked him off, but no. I don't get you, I thought
you hated Brian, I thought you'd have done anything to
stop that, but there you were, waiting, while Brian
asked the proper question. I have to give it to you,
you almost made it though. If you'd gotten there a few
seconds earlier, before we were entering the room, I'd
have spared you the rest. But, as it is now, your sexy
girlfriend just sucked off a guy you hate.
"I know you saw, he had a NICE cock babe and after all
that teasing he came SO much. I had trouble swallowing
it all. Yes, I swallowed it all, I know how you are,
you require that from me, so I gave that to Brian
willingly, I swallowed all his cum and licked up what I
didn't catch. He thinks your girlfriend is quite the
whore cocksucker, he said those exact words to me.
Normally, I'd have slapped him, but, he's right this
time, I'm a little cocksucking slut, thanks to you."
I was crestfallen and turned on at the same time. I
wondered how in the world I was going to be able to
hold off cumming tonight. I wasn't sure I wanted to cum
yet, however, thoughts were racing through me about how
I was going to do it, how hard I'd fuck her first, for
all this. Though I really didn't need to hear the rest
of the message, here it was anyway.
"So, I'm not quite sure when you left the window
because as I was licking up Brian's cum off my lips I
saw it was Mike in the window. Damn, you really know
how to dig yourself deep baby, I'm not sure why you
have such a masochistic streak. Do you want to know the
truth babe? I don't mind at all that Brian has filled
my mouth with his cum. I don't mind at all that
probably half the people here at this company party saw
me getting felt up by numerous guys tonight. I'm sure
there are more than a few who already know what I've
done so far ('so far' sounding ominous as it was).
"No doubt there will be very few who won't at least
hear about it by Monday morning when we go back to work
and you know what? Good! You get off on your forcing ME
to do things, well, I'm totally getting off on this.
I've sucked off Brian, the office will know about it by
Monday and I'm cool with that, you want your girlfriend
to be a willing slut, in private. That's cool, but for
me, I'm turned on by the fact that it will be public
knowledge, knowing how much it gets to you. One last
thing, I was fully expecting you to answer your phone
this time in order to 'rescue me' or some stupid thing
but here's the deal, since you obviously get turned on
by all this abuse, since you can't even answer your
phone here is the plan."
I'd never heard her like this, she was totally digging
where she was in 'the game'. I'll have to admit, her
total mastery of the night had me in awe. I didn't even
flinch when she finished her rant.
"I'm in the bathroom right now with the water running
so the guys can't hear all this, I'm at least
preserving SOME of your dignity, so that they don't
know you are allowing all this. But, since you didn't
answer your phone, and since you failed in your last
task, but mostly because you broke our rule of not
interfering. Here's your last punishment. I fully
intended to just allow their tit mauling, if you'd have
come through. I'd have stopped it at them feeling up my
pussy if you'd done what you were supposed to.
"I'd have even cut Brian off after tormenting him all
night if you'd have done at least ONE thing right. Your
punishment is this, I'm going to walk out right now
into the room. Mike hasn't seen me up close yet, I ran
to the bathroom before he came in. I've taken
everything off, except the shoes, Brian seemed to like
them on. We're going to drink some wine Mike brought.
I'm going out there naked. I have no more restrictions,
if the boys ask for anything, they shall receive. If
they ask for nothing I'll be home in 15 minutes, if
they do ask... I'll see you... whenever..." <click>
I don't even remember what time it was when I fell
asleep but all my dreams seemed to incorporate a quite
hard dick in them. I awoke to a noise in the driveway.
It was Brian and Jen. I looked at the clock, it was
6:45 am. She was obviously still drunk. I watched her
stumble out of the car, laughing hysterically at
nothing in particular. He took her in his arms and
kissed her deeply. I saw his hands pawing her ass and
he pulled up her skirt, right there in our driveway
while he had his hands full of my Jen's ass.
I pretended to be asleep when she crawled into bed next
to me.
I could smell her before she even hit the bed. It was a
wonderful combination of alcohol, smoke, and the musky
smell of too much sex. For some reason, like Pavlov's
dog, I'm totally attracted to that wonderful scent. "Hi
babe, I'm home, " she whispered in my ear. She reached
right for my dick. It was still hard. She didn't say
anything, she just hiked up her skirt and slipped her
well worn and slick hole down onto my cock. I was so
gone I could've cum right there if I didn't want it to
last longer. She closed her eyes and rode me slowly
from on top. She didn't say anything at first, but, as
she started to get turned on herself she became more
vocal.
"Oh yeah baby, do you like me fucking you like this...
with your whore girlfriend's pussy all stretched?"
I didn't bother to respond, she could sense my urgency.
"God baby I'm SO fucked out," she panted as she grinded
into my cock with more passion. I tried to look in her
eyes but they were closed, it was as if she was lost in
another world. "They fucked me so good... so long... so
many times baby...I didn't stop them, I didn't want to
stop them... I wanted it to hurt you baby...hurt you in
the best way possible." She cooed. Sweat was forming on
her body now as she worked her magic on me.
"How many times did they cum with you baby? How many of
them were there?" I asked, with much hesitation.
"mmmm," she bit her lip, "I can't count them all honey,
all the times they came that is, it was just too many."
Again she seemed to drift off, eyes closed, no doubt
reliving the moment.
I waited for the answer to my second question. She was
starting to get off on my cock now, I sensed she was
close to cumming. Then she answered,
"It was just Brian and Mike you horndog, geez, you
think I gang banged the whole company?" She smirked as
she got closer to her goal. I could see the lust in her
eyes building. "JUST Brian and Mike..." she grunted,
increasing her pace, I began to worry she'd rip my dick
off if she got any hotter. "JUST the two of them, and
you know what we say about the beauty of being young?
Well, I can say that that's true, they came and we'd
drink a little, they'd get hard, they'd play, and cum
again... again and again, over and over," she gasped,
on the edge now. "It was all your fault honey."
"I know, " I admitted softly, while I toyed with her
much abused nipples. I could see they were puffy and
red from all the attention.
"You made me fuck them," she panted.
"I know,"
"you made ,e suck off then fuck some guys from work,"
she gasped. The talk was getting her off, sending her
to a higher level. I urged her on,
"I did baby, I fucked up, I allowed your coworkers
access to everything you have,"
"Yesss," she grunted..."and they took advantage of
that,...they had me in every way... my mouth... my
pussy, my ass. YES! My ass baby... I gave them both my
ass!" she squealed.
I was beyond frantic myself by now. I slammed my cock
back up into her, matching her tempo.
"Everyone knows honey... (grunt) Everyone knows that I
never left that room. (pant) Everyone at work knows
that both Brian and Mike fucked me all night baby.
I couldn't hold off much longer, but I had to wait for
her to use my cock to get her off, it's what she
needed.
"Mmmmm, I've licked the neighbors pussy, sucked her
husbands cock, and balled two guys from work... uh...
uh... yeah... just because of you,"
"I know baby, let it go... cum for me." I pleaded,
needing to cum myself before my balls fell off.
"Well, it's what you wanted, it's what you got from now
on... uh... unh... oh... oh god... I'm a whore... oh
god... I don't know if I can stop the guys at work from
all pounding this pussy from now on baby... yeah... oh
god... oh god..."
"I know baby, I know, you can't and you won't."
"Oh god I'M CUMMING!!" she wailed.
I marveled at the sight of this precious slut, her body
covered in sweat, red marks and welts all over her body
from being used roughly, as she shuddered to a
thunderous orgasm. I couldn't stop it, I came like
never before and she urged me on, still in the
afterglow of her own orgasm.
"Yeah baby yeah, fill me up with your cum, add that to
Mike and Brian's cum baby... yeah, yeah..."
"Fuck oh fuck oh fuck, you are SUCH a beautiful whore!"
I screamed as I filled her up.
She collapsed on top of me. I held her tightly, feeling
her chest heave with each breath. I felt them grow
slower, shallower. She fell asleep on top of me, my
cock still inside her, our juices mixed together.
Before I fell asleep myself I could only wonder, how in
the world can any game I think of ever top THIS?
Next: "Games we play 3 - A reunion of sorts."