Subject: Games We Play (MF)
Written by: William Tomas <williamtomas@hotmail.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>

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                                   !!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may 
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by 
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from 
reality, get professional help - FAST!

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"I need to fuck you," he breathed low in her ear.

She was on all fours, naked and exposed, on his bed. He was leaning over her, 
his erection brushing against her buttocks as she turned her head back, smiling 
mischievously at him. Her brown hair fell to one side of her face, and her eyes 
crinkled in a smile as she teased, "say it again. Show me that you mean it."
       
"I need to fuck you." He reached around, manhandling her right breast with his 
left hand, his weight pressing against her back as his wedding ring scraped a 
line across the underside of her nipple. His voice rumbled with a low, deep, 
bass in her ear. 

"I NEED to fuck you." He bit softly into her shoulder. Harder. She gave a gasp.

"You can do better than that," she said, drawing out the words in a sing-song, 
seductive voice that dripped with anticipation. He moved his hips, his cock 
moving lower, seeking her out, but she rolled over underneath him, denying him. 
Looking up into his hungry eyes, she put a hand against his cheek. 

"You told me that I do things for you that your wife will never do. You told me 
that I make you so hard when you think about me at work that I make getting 
through the day unbearable. That I'm all you can think about, every hour of 
every day." 

She reached down and took his erection in her right hand, stroking him lightly. 
"So make me believe it."

He didn't reply, but his eyes hardened, and he leaned forwards; his forceful 
kiss was aggressive, firm, pushing himself against her. He smelt of sweat, and 
as his body moved against hers the masculine tang was overpowering. His tongue 
pushed into her mouth, and his hand slid behind her head, taking her by the 
hair. He broke the kiss, and kicked her legs apart with his left foot. 

"Better," was all she said. Her smile infuriated him, taunting him. Smug cunt, 
he thought.

"I'll show you what you fucking do to me, you bitch," he growled, and pushed his 
dick into her pussy, hard. The movement jarred the bed, knocking a picture from 
the bedside table. She groaned and rocked back, arching her back a little into 
him. His breathing was heavy as he thrust into her, taking his left hand from 
behind her head and clamping it down firmly on her own right hand above her, 
taking his weight and holding her underneath him. She rocked her hips into him 
as he filled her, not painfully, but enough so that she felt every thrust push 
its way inside her with a shiver, making her moan. 

His free hand went to her left breast, mauling it, pinching her nipple 
painfully. She made a grunting noise, showing her displeasure, but he simply 
smiled viciously and pinched her harder, before withdrawing his cock for a 
moment.

She looked up at him, but before the quizzical expression could properly form on 
her face, he was in her again, thrusting harder, deeper inside her. His 
movements were vigorous, violent, aggressive, as their bodies moved together, as 
if in desperation.

"Oh, God," she gasped out, as his cruel smile leaned into her and smothered her 
mouth in another hard kiss. She arched her back into him, his cock sending 
ripples of pleasure through her, and she moaned into the kiss.

"I'm so fucking close," he whispered as the kiss broke, his thrusts firm inside 
her, his muscles tightening in his thighs. 

"Wait, oh, God," she breathed, sliding her free hand between then, finding her 
clit with her fingers, pressing firm circles into it as she tried to push 
herself to the brink with him. Her fingers, slippery with sweat, brushed his 
cock as it moved rhythmically in and out of her, as she rubbed her clit in time 
with his strokes.

He drove into her with abandon, and she wrapped her legs around his buttocks, 
pulling him deeper inside her, until, finally, her head rocked back and she let 
out a small moan, that repeated, becoming louder until she gasped and bit her 
lip, her body exploding underneath him as her orgasm sparked from her clit to 
spread throughout her body, her muscles all contracting as the tingles and 
shakes coursed through to her fingertips.

As her pussy clenched down on his cock, hard, repeatedly, he gave out a moan as 
if it was dragged from him, and he came inside her; a sudden warmth pushing from 
him into her; and his conscience and his desire to dominate her totally fused 
together into a violent pleasure and, as he came, he stared into her face 
wondering how this young woman could possibly make him feel so fucking good.

He sighed, collapsing on top of her and, for a moment, the sound of their 
breathing was all that broke the silence of the room. She lay there beneath him, 
feeling his softening cock still inside her pussy, feeling the liquid warmth of 
his cum slickly filling her pussy around him. She felt sated, mated, taken, by 
him, and his body on top her of, with his deep breathing by her ear, all but 
smothering her in his maleness.

At length he pushed with his hand and rolled off her, staring up at the ceiling. 
"Damn, girl," he said, "I don't think I've cum that hard for years." 

She blinked, and looked over to him, sliding her hand across his chest, tracing 
her finger across the lines of his torso. She didn't reply, instead leaning in 
and kissing his nipple.

He gave a wry half-smile, "you're insatiable, aren't you?" 

She raised her eyebrows at him, grinning around his nipple. "Don't you normally 
get to come more than once?" 

He snorted, "I haven't got to come like that since the last time you let me fuck 
you. That was weeks ago. I haven't got to come more than once since that time 
you blew me in the hotel." 

He brushed her hair from her face, his wedding ring glinting in the sunlight 
from the window.

"Well, now you mention it..." She winked at him, planting kisses across his 
chest, moving rhythmically with his still-heavy breathing. The trail of kisses 
started to move downwards, following his line of hair leading towards his cock, 
her hand moving to take hold of his soft dick.

He watched her move down and to take his cock in her mouth. He sighed in 
pleasure. "Ah, love, you're the best." She looked up at him, swirling the head 
of his cock around her tongue, sucking on it, moving her hand a little to 
masturbate him back to life. 

"You like?" Her smile was mischievous again, teasing. 

"Babe, you make me feel like I'm twenty again." 

Her face took on a thoughtful expression. "Will you take me out this week? I'd 
like to go to a posh restaurant, you know, dress up, have some wine…" And with 
that, her mouth returned to his penis, her eyes never leaving his face.

"What?" He sounded as if he was speaking from behind a daze, as his cock began 
to stiffen in her mouth. 

"You know," she said, playfully, her hand still stroking his cock up and down, 
moving his foreskin over the head and back down again, "you promised to take me 
to a fancy restaurant." Her voice was suggestive, with enough sexiness in it to 
stop him becoming too distracted from what she was doing with her hands. 

"Oh, did I?" He sounded unsure. 

"Yes, you did… I'm sure you'll be able to get away from your wife for one 
evening won't you? If you can persuade her to be away today…" 

He grunted, but she hadn't gone back to sucking his cock yet, and he was feeling 
impatient. 

"Oh…" He sighed, "all right. I'll take you to a restaurant." 

"This week?" She looked up at him expectantly. 

"Yes. Yes. Okay," he still sounded reluctant. Why was she talking about a bloody 
restaurant? 

"When?" She insisted. 

"Are you GOING to suck my cock or not?" That was it, he was fed up of being 
teased.

Unexpectedly, though, she didn't back down. Instead  she took her hand from his 
quickly-shrinking cock, and sat up on the bed. 'She looks so fucking perfect,' 
he thought. 'I just can't believe I get to fuck that.' His eyes took in her 
light tan, her tight stomach, her firm, pert tits, the nipples pointing towards 
him. Even her pout looked gorgeous. What she said next, however, wasn't. 

"I think I need to be going now."

That brought him up sharp. 

"What? Hey, you were just about to blow me!" His voice was confused, and a 
little angry. She started to get up. "Now, just hold on a minute!" He sat up. 

She got off the bed, and started to pick up her clothes from the floor, throwing 
one of his socks across the room as she did so. Just watching her bend down, 
showing him her arse, letting him catch glimpses of her pussy, as she did so, 
was enough to make him gasp. He couldn't let her leave. He needed more of her, 
and as much as he hated himself for his need, he couldn't deny it. 

"Wednesday," he said, suddenly. "I'll take you out on Wednesday."

She positively glowed, a gleaming smile flashing across her face. "Are you 
sure?" "Yes. Yes." His tone was insistent, firm. He couldn't lose her. Not now. 
"Charlotte's got some bloody friends of hers round. I'll… I'll sort something 
out." He was sitting on the side of the bed, now. 

She danced over to him and kissed him full on the lips. "A posh restaurant?" 

"Yes." She kissed him again. 

"Eight o'clock?" He sighed, finally, completely, giving in to her. 

"Yes. I'll pick you up at eight." She smiled, biting her lower lip as she did 
so, looking at him through her eyelashes, putting her hand on his shoulder, 
running her fingers down his torso as she went down to her knees, her eyes never 
leaving his, as she took his cock in hand and slowly licked up the length of his 
shaft.

"Does your wife ever do this for you?" She said, teasingly. 

"Christ, no," he breathed, leaning back on his hands, watching her. "No, she 
thinks it's dirty. She would never – fuck." The word was drawn out of him as she 
sucked on his cock, her tongue encircling the head, her lips pursed around it, 
sucking on his growing hardness. 

She took her mouth away for a moment, looking at his renewed erection. In a 
faux-childlike voice, she asked "did I do that?"

He chuckled a little at that. "Love, you are so very good at this. Anyone 
would've thought you've done it before." 

She grinned, and took him in her mouth again, this time taking him all the way 
into her throat, her tongue licking his shaft as she did so. She bobbed her head 
up and down on him, her hand moving up to cup his balls, toying with them, 
teasingly, as she used her mouth on him. 

She broke off gasping after a minute, her other hand taking his cock and sliding 
up and down it a few times, before she returned his dick to her mouth. He 
reached forward and brushed her hair from his face, making sure that he could 
see, almost as if he wanted to prove to himself that it really was his own cock 
being sucked by her. 'I'm old enough to be her father,' he thought, 'and if my 
wife could see me now…' his thought trailed off, because, almost as if she was 
sensing his conscience begin to take effect, it felt as if she had made her 
mouth feel even more amazing, drawing him closer towards another orgasm. 

'Nothing that feels this good could be wrong,' he thought, as his vision slowly 
began to blur as the sensations in his cock took over all of his thoughts. 
'Nothing.' And then he thought, 'it's all her fault anyway, looking like that. 
It was all I could do to…' 

Her gently tugging on his balls, her tongue flicking the tip of his cock as her 
lips pursed around the head, sucking on his cock, pushing him, forcing him, 
towards the edge and the sensation began at the head of his penis, flared to the 
base, and he tipped over the edge, cumming hard into her mouth with a low moan. 
'Charlotte, it wasn't my fault,' he thought just before he came, at which point, 
he thought, 'fuck,' and collapsed back onto the bed as his cock erupted.

She straddled him on the bed, opening her mouth to show him his cum, before 
smiling at him, and making a show of swallowing it, as if she were in a porn 
film. He closed his eyes, a satisfied expression on his face. His thoughts now 
were all of her. Her smell, her weight pressing on him, the way she made him 
feel, the things she did for him. Especially the things she did for him. He 
could feel the heat of her pussy over his stomach, its slick, smooth, wetness 
taunting him. He opened his eyes, to see her face looking down on him.

"I'm going to go now," she said. She leaned down and kissed him.

He didn't make any protest, but sat up as she stepped off of him, his eyes never 
leaving her body, drinking her in. "When will I see you again?" He croaked.

"Wednesday, remember?" She turned back to him, a broad, gleaming smile on her 
perfect face. "You're taking me out to dinner, silly."

"Oh, yes, of course." His earlier bravado was gone. It was as if the strength 
had been drained out of him. He watched her dress, slowly, longingly taking in 
his last glimpses of her pussy, her breasts, her thighs, her stomach, until she 
finally turned, smiling and biting her lower lip at the same time, and gave him 
a little wave.

"I'll see you Wednesday," she said, giving him a last kiss.

He reached for her. "Wait."

"Your wife gets back in half an hour," she said. "I'm not going to be there for 
THAT."

"Oh. I forgot." He said, dumbly.

"Silly boy," she teased, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Boy? I'm old enough to be your Dad."

"Silly Dad." She winked, and turned and walked towards the door.

She looked over her shoulder, and without turning completely around, blew him a 
kiss. Then she let his eyes follow her behind out of the room.

As the door shut, he whispered, "Goodbye, Kelly."

A few minutes later he stood up, and walked over to the fallen picture frame by 
the bed. He picked it up. He turned it over. The face of Charlotte, his wife, 
stared up at him from the photograph. He stood there, looking at it, for a few 
moments. And then, suddenly, as if in a great rage, he hurled the picture 
violently across the room, where it smashed against the wall in an explosion of 
glass.

THE END

  
Willima Tomas - Games We Play