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Subject: {ASSM} Revenge Chess (MF-oral, short)
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Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 03:10:01 -0400
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This is from my blog, http://bawdybloke.com/
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It wasn't a friendly challenge: Paula didn't do them. My ex-girlfriend 
didn't do friendly at all, at least not to me. Not since I slept with 
her best friend. We were always on and off, up and down, and just that 
day I was up and down with someone else.

I'm not sure it was just the act of treachery she disliked; I lied too. 
I told her friend that Paula and I had split up, and then proceeded to 
fuck the diminutive Rose when she returned from her club in Paula's bed. 
And we used Paula's lube and sex toys. And her camera to film proceedings.

Yes, Paula and I were undertaking a bit of down time. This involved 
snarling at each other, ignoring each other, abuse, and the occasional 
death threat. Standard stuff, really.

Which is why I was amazed she turned up at Stinky Harrison's birthday 
bash. I was only there because his sister was dazzlingly hot and on the 
basis of her last boyfriend, possessed epically low standards. The host 
stirred up a bit of trouble between Paula and I, and she retaliated by 
recounting some salacious details of our relationship.

And then Harrison suggested a game of Chess.

Chess. To settle our differences!

He was most certainly taking the piss, but the crowd gathered around the 
table as Harrison opened a cupboard and retrieved an Onyx chess board 
with pieces.

"He won't play with me," Paula broadcast to the room. "Because it 
involves using his brain and we all know where he keeps that." I shook 
my head at her predictable insults. "Oh you will, then come on then!"

There was a distinct lack of warmth to her voice; her blue eyes shot 
daggers and sparked under the chandeliers of the Harrison family manor 
house. I was being pushed into the game.

"Sure. But if I win you go down on me."

"What? All three inches of it." A low blow, Paula. A very low blow. "OK. 
But when I win, you go down on any guy I choose." She waited for a few 
moments. "You can even do it in my bed, with my lube and I'll record it 
for you."

But I felt compelled to accept her challenge. Maybe due to the alcohol, 
or maybe just because it was another chapter in my Paula story. "Sure. 
This won't take long," I quipped, sitting at the table where Harrison 
had set up all 32 pieces.

"With you, that's always true." She spun the dangling locks of her 
golden hair around her finger, eyeing the board. She took the first 
three pieces as I sacrificed pawns but slowly I came into the game, 
taking her bishops, queen and one of her knights. They were greeted with 
her vicious barbs - "Bashing the bishop, that's all you do now isn't 
it?" and "A queen ravished by a knight. It's you so it was over inside 
five seconds." There really was no love lost.

Until I checkmated her king; a cunning pincer movement involving a 
bishop, rook and a queen. She growled angrily. My cock rose at the 
thought of an angry girl giving me a blowjob. I loved the idea of 
revenge sucking, and stood up, dropping my black jeans at the same time.

"Come here, little cocksucker," I patronised, gesturing her towards me 
with my outstretched finger. "You know you want it."

The room giggling and chuckling with laughter took an intake of breath 
as they waited for Paula's response. I know she probably wanted to hit 
me, to punch me in the gut and storm away from the party, but she was 
amongst friends and she had made a bet. She hesitated; the consequences 
of potential decisions whirring in her mind.

"Well it's not going to suck itself."

I knew she wouldn't kneel down and prostrate herself before my manhood 
in full public view, any more than I would have done for her male 
friends, but I wanted to extract maximum teasing value. If nothing else, 
our history had shown us that we split and reconciled regularly and I 
had no doubt our period of animosity was temporary. I had forgiven and 
been forgiven for far worse.

But she wiped away a tear in her eyes, moved towards me and sank to her 
knees, blowing on my engorging cock. Her attitude had long since 
disappeared, her ruby lips parting as she bent her head towards my crotch.

The first touch sent shivers down my spine. It was the crazy 
ex-girlfriend sliding her warm mouth gently over the purple head of my 
cock. The cock that had penetrated her best friend. The cock that gave 
her nemesis untold pleasure. I groaned, as her lips massaged my head, 
sucking powerfully on my prick to elicit whimpers from my mouth.

She gave the best fellatio. She was the best cocksucker I knew. I ran my 
hands down her golden locks, my cries of lustful wantonness intertwined 
with groans of anticipation. One hand gripped my shaft, the other my 
testicles as her mouth bobbed against my cock.

I was almost oblivious to the crowd shouting, or to the shocked face of 
Harrison wondering how his 21st birthday celebrations had turned towards 
a lewd orgy. But I was too aroused to care about decency or embarrassment.

She swirled her tongue against my cock, sucking, bobbing and rolling 
until I could resist no more and my cock spasmed with pleasure to fill 
her mouth with my musky cum. She swallowed, peering up at me. "Such a 
disgusting slut," one voice cried.

"Yeah, but she's my disgusting slut," I replied back, and helped my 
ex-girlfriend to her feet. "Thanks." I moved my head to give her a kiss, 
but she resisted.

"I'll play you," Rose cried, storming towards my ex and me. "You're 
nothing but a misogynistic bully!"

"Big words for a little girl. Sure. But when I win, I want to fuck you 
in the ass," I taunted, settling into my seat. "While a friend here, 
gets to face fuck you." My ex-girlfriend turned away from the table as 
my last conquest chortled at my demands.

"Sure, only if I get to do the same to you. Me and a friend gets your 
ass and your mouth. In public."

"Go on girlie, in your dreams. I'm pretty good at this Chess malarkey. 
Set them up then."

We shook on the deal.

"Just so you know ... that club I went to on the night we fucked, was the 
University Chess Club. I won the Grand Master title that night." She 
glanced over at Paula, smirking; she knew what I was setting myself into 
all along. "You have got a nice big strap-on haven't you? This won't 
take long."

"Oh yes," Paula replied with glee. "I want his arse."

Oh fuck!

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