After the Game
Finally finishing the last part of The Game. Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
I followed him down the hall. I wasn’t sure exactly what might happen next, but I suspected. It wasn’t in his nature to fuck me after we play, but I was still hopeful.
My body ached and I was exhausted. The drop later would be vicious I knew. Later.
Later.
He undressed and I sat at the edge of his bed. “Here slut,” he motioned for me over to his cock. I crawled over and took him in my mouth.
I sucked his cock, not rushing, just enjoying and letting him enjoy. He had just treated me to a scene I had never imagined before and that I would likely never have again. I was grateful that he was letting me please him now- because since I had showed up at his house, it was all I wanted to do.
I bathed his cock with my tongue, moving lower to his balls… wondering if he might allow me to indulge a little further. Was my Dom going to allow me to be so bold as to lick his ass? I certainly could not tell him to arrange his legs to make it easier for ME. No, that wouldn’t do.
I pressed and rubbed against his perineum with my thumb. Rubbing gently, licking his balls- stroking his cock, I knew that advancing would either go over very well, or I’d end up across the room. With my thumb, I slid it down lower, rubbing it gently over his ass, moving my mouth up on him and taking his cock back into my mouth. I braced myself, waiting for the hit. I usually only do as I’m told, and any decisions made on my own, even if they are good- tend to land me with a hand print on my cheek. However, he was not stopping me. I kept this up a while, rubbing his ass while pushing his cock into my throat. I was not going to attempt to penetrate him. No, not unless he told me to.
My throat was dry but I knew there was no water in the room. I was exhausted and driven only by my desire to please him. I was dying to get fucked but it wasn’t my place to ask. I was just about to stop and ask for water, knowing I’d pay for that… but he noticed my mouth was dry. I thought he was going to get my some water, but instead he reached or some lube, he put a little bit on his cock and then pushed my mouth back on him. I wasn’t sure exactly how this would help…. but it seemed to be all I needed. The lubrication also lubricated my mouth- and the problem was solved. Who knew???
With very little distraction, I went back to working on his cock, moving down to his balls as he instructed me too. I thought now I would keep going. I moved my tongue lower, and lower- until I was swiping my tongue over his ass- waiting for his reaction, but moving with complete confidence. He lay with his knees bent, and the rest was up to me. I lay flat on the bed, my head tilted sideways. Once I knew he liked it, I knew I shouldn’t stop any time soon- and I had to fight my instinct to push his legs up so I would have better access. So I continued, straining my neck, licking and shallow tongue fucking his ass while I jerked him off, listening to him tell me what a good girl I was and what a slutty whore I was.
He pulled me by my hair and asked me, “do you want to get fucked?”
“Please,” I begged.
He had me kneel next to him while he pulled out a switch blade. He lifted my skirt and sliced right into my nylons, exposing my pussy. He handed me the condom, which I was now pretty skilled at and after rolling it on him- I pushed my thin g-string aside and climbed on top of him. My head fell backwards as my pussy engulfed his cock. He was so hard and filled me. I remembered the last time I rode his cock, with Tess laying next to him, both of them watching me.
I fucked him, taking my pleasure before he got it in his mind to stop me. He let me fuck him without direction, but he was sure to keep talking to me.
“You like that cock slut?”
Yes, I answered, it’s so good.
“Well then fuck me harder!” He slapped my tits, over and over- just a few times before realizing that over my dress and my bra- it was not making much impact and perhaps I was being a bit indignant about it, since I was not wincing or reacting from it. A slap to my face changed that.
“I SAID, fuck me harder.”
I changed from rocking on his cock, to leaning forward sliding up and down on his cock, letting him thrust up into me. “Cum you bitch!” he commanded me.
I did.
Don’t you fucking stop.
I didn’t.
Cum again.
I did.
Can you cum again, slut?
I kept fucking him. I rocked back and forth on him, but I was out of breath. My legs were hurting, I was exhausted.
“Are you done, bitch?”
No, I cried, still trying to cum one last time- ignoring the fact that I had already cum three or four times before we made it up to his bedroom. I was fighting my body but I knew I was done.
fuck….
I collapsed against his chest. Exhausted. He stroked my hair for a moment- letting me catch my breath.
“Thank you,” I whispered, “Thank you, sir.”
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Moments later I was back on my knees, sucking his cock again. My thumb rubbing his perineum and my fingers, bent- knuckles pushing against his ass. His legs shook and he grabbed me by my hair, pulling me back. He grabbed his cock and jerked it into my face. I begged him, “Please- please cum on my face.”
I continued to stroke his ass while he unloaded his cum on my face. I kept my eyes closed, remembering the sting that usually accompanies this. I felt his hot cum, covering my face and neck until he rubbed it against my cheek, on my lips.
We were both exhausted now. He helped me clean up and we lay together for a while on his bed. He stroked my hair, we talked.
Thirty minutes later I climbed into a cab back to my hotel. It was a 45 minute trip back.
I slept the entire way.
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Mmmm. Very erotic…
Goddamn. Utterly gorgeous.