Coffee with Mel, and The Game

“Hey,” I said, answering the door.

“Morning,” Melissa sighed, trudging in out of the rain and letting me help her take her coat off.

“Jeez, want a towel?” I asked as I shook her coat.

“...Yeah,” she snorted. “It’s raining Cats and Dogs out there.”

I dipped into the game room and grabbed one of the towels out of the bottom drawer, bringing it back to her. She quickly started drying her hair and I glanced away. She was wearing a thin t-shirt and based on the jiggle of her breasts they weren’t currently burdened with a bra.

“Double?” I offered as I headed for the kitchen.

“Why, got a lot to talk about?” she asked as she followed me.

“No, because it’s a miserable day and the longer we drink coffee the longer we can both procrastinate getting back to real life.”

“Double me up then,” she chuckled. I poured our mugs and set the coffee maker up to spit out another couple of cups worth. I handed her one of the mugs after prepping it the way she liked and sat down across the table from her. “So,” she said after taking a big sniff of the coffee and her first satisfying sip. “Did you fuck my daughter last night?”

I coughed, managing not to splutter in my coffee as I was taking my first sip. That made her laugh, and I glared at her as I caught my breath. “Evil,” I accused. “Pure evil.”

“Oh, come on. How did you not see that coming?” she cackled.

“Fuck off,” I sighed, snorting softly and shaking my head.

“I know you didn’t,” Mel said. “Rhia told me everything that happened last night. Dan begged off wanting to hear - he’s come around to understanding that his daughter is going to know about what we’re doing in The Game but doesn’t want the graphic details of what’s happening in her Game. But you got to play with Tori and Elyse, you dog.”

I sighed heavily. “Rhia apparently hasn’t acted on the thing I mentioned about this whole thing where you and her share details,” I said.

Mel frowned. “What’s that? She didn’t say anything.”

“That she’s not just sharing her own secrets,” I said. “She’s also sharing Tori and Elyse’s secrets.”

Mel grimaced a little and I could tell she hadn’t put thought into that either. “You want her to tell the other two about The Game,” she guessed. “So that the communication is open to everyone that it’s happening.”

“Better they find out now than later,” I said.

“Rhia,” Mel scoffed softly, shaking her head. “No, she definitely hasn’t done that yet.”

“Well, she doesn’t have long until it comes back to bite her. Or us. If she doesn’t do it, I’ll have to,” I said.

“OK. I’ll put a bug in her ear from my side,” Mel said, then took a bigger sip of her coffee. “So how was fucking a couple of college coeds again?” she asked, pivoting back to the previous topic.

I rolled my eyes. “I only fucked one of them.”

“So far,” Mel smirked. “You’re not gonna get tired of us old maids now that you’ve got hot young things climbing all over you, are you?”

“You think a hot young thing can make up for two decades of sexual chemistry?” I asked.

“People cheat on their spouses for stupider reasons,” she pointed out.

“People who cheat don’t maintain a twenty-year exclusive group of sexual partners that have also saved the world and battled all manner of evils,” I counter-pointed.

“So you’re not replacing us old maids, then?” Mel asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to, and hell no I don’t want to,” I said.

“Good. Because it’s Game night this week,” she grinned.

Danitha moaned as the thick minotaur cock pulsed inside of her. The dwarven druid had assured her friends that she could handle scouting the Eastern Pass herself - she’d done such things before and had travelled extensively both in her natural shape and many of the wild ones that she could now harness. Whether as a lizard, fish, mammal or bird, Danitha could pass unnoticed through the world.

Except this time, on the edge of the Dark Lord’s northern border, she’d gotten careless. Eagles were not natural to the passes here above the black desert in the Cragholme Mountains. Vultures were the dominant bird of prey, scavengers that could pick the bones from the dead before they rose at night to patrol once more for their necromantic masters. But Danitha valued beauty and speed over stealth, and now she was paying the price. She’d flown too low, avoiding any spying eyes that might have seen her flying high in the sky, and the rock that had come flying from the cave mouth had knocked her out of the air and out of her wild shape.

She’d hit the ground hard and rolled, and by the time she’d come to her senses, the beast had been upon her.

“Uh-oh,” he chuckled in his strangely deep but reedy way of speaking. “It looks like mine bruder has come back from his hunt. He shall vant a piece of you too, little cocksleeve.”

A big, meaty hand grabbed Danitha by the hair on the top of her head and raised it. First, she saw the thick knob of another minotaur cock dangling in front of her, followed by the veiny shaft, and then she was looking up its big, muscular body into its curious, predatory face.

The minotaur pressed his cockhead to her lips and she refused to open them.

“Now now,” the new one said. “Open zat pretty little mouth, cocksleeve, or I vill be **** to open it for you.”

My eye contact with Rachel showed me she was desperately enjoying the play, and she ‘reluctantly’ opened her mouth so that I could slide my cock into it in a couple of strokes. Dan was grinning, his cock sunken into her from the other end as she was on her hands and knees on the floor next to the game table.

“Oh, look at these poor little mortals,” Mel cackled in a singsong voice from the other scene on the other side of the room. “All ours to feast upon!”

“And feast we shall!” Veronica giggled in a high-pitched squeak.

Jack and Aaron were ‘tied’ to their chairs - it hadn’t been a planned thing, so we’d used the brown-coloured bungee cords I kept for these sorts of ‘hostage’ moments - and had ‘gags’ in their mouths to keep them from speaking, though they could have spit them out at any time. Horus and Jackal, their rogue and ranger characters respectively, had been scouting the more northern fork of the Eastern Pass when they’d fallen into the Mountain Siren trap. The sirens usually lured their victims off of a sheer cliff and picked at the remains below, but Jackal’s Winged Boots had kept him aloft when he failed his check against their song and Horus had rolled to break the spell just in time to catch Jackal’s waist - the two of them had flown right up to the Siren’s nest much to the Harpy-like monster’s delight. I’d set Mel and Veronica to playing the Sirens, who would ‘get what they wanted’ out of the adventurers and, if they were pleased with the results, would let the two go.

Not wanting Rachel and Dan to be left out of the fun, Rachel’s character Danitha had run into her own problems.

“You vant a turn vith this side?” Dan asked me, using the ridiculous Germanic-ish accent he’d spontaneously decided the minotaurs spoke in. “She is quite tight, but ist good, yeah.” He was sliding a little into a ridiculous Swedish. At any point, I was expecting to hear about how we were going to ‘pump… you up!’

“Happy to trade, mine bovine,” I said in the same silly accent, offering him a fist bump. He returned it and then pulled his cock out of Rachel, picking her up bodily and spinning her around. Rachel was the smallest of the three women in The Game and all the guys knew she loved getting manhandled around. She let out a moan and immediately got her mouth on Dan’s cock, arching her back and wiggling her ass at me. I speared into her presented pussy, clapping my hands down on her ass cheeks as I started to drill her.

“Now, now, boys,” Veronica was saying, circling behind the chairs of the other two men. She had grabbed a big, silly sex toy feather from one of the toy drawers and was teasing it over her ‘captives’ shoulders, chests and faces. “I think it’s time you profess your undying love for our singing voices!”

Both men started mumbling, exaggeratedly, into the gags. Jackal, aka Aaron, was still charmed by them so he really loved their voices, and Horus knew if he didn’t play along they were likely to throw him off the cliff.

“Mmm, I think they are getting about ready to use,” Mel said. She was sitting up on the edge of the table, using her feet to tease to stroke both men’s cocks at once. Both women had stripped naked once the men were tied up, and while I couldn’t see it directly, I was pretty sure she was playing with herself with one hand for their viewing pleasure.

“Excellent, but which one should I take?” Veronica mused. “This one?” she ran the feather along Jack, her husband’s, shoulders. “Or this one?” The feather swapped to Aaron, Veronica’s husband.

“Who says you get to pick,” Mel complained, still in that ‘Siren’ voice. “It was my song that got them up here.”

“No, it was obviously me,” Veronica argued. Then she leaned in, her breasts pressed to the shoulders of both men as they sat side by side. “Which one of us are you most enamoured with, little mortals?”

Both men started babbling again, playing along with the scene.

Rachel came. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d been picking up speed as I’d been fucking her and I slowed down as her body wriggled and tensed as her orgasm passed through her and she moaned wordlessly around Jack’s cock.

“You vant to make zis little cocksleeve squirt, mine bovine?” Jack asked me, picking up on the ridiculous nickname I’d used.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “You hear zat, cocksleeve? Ve are going to try and make you squirt. If you do, maybe ve let you go. If not, ve vill have to keep trying, over and over, day after day.”

“It’s a matter of minotaur pride, after all,” Jack agreed.

We both pulled out of her, first Jack and then me, and we picked Rachel up as she chuckled and rolled her eyes at our silliness. We carried her out of the game room and into the living room - after years of fucking, both Jack and I knew exactly what would get Rachel to squirt. She needed the right angle of fucking against her g-spot and a dick in her mouth. She’d always said two dicks was the perfect number for a really good cum, and I believed that was true for her. We set her down on the arm of the couch, and I eased her shoulders down so she was lying back with her shoulders on the seat cushion. This raised her ass and pussy up to just the right height for fucking - a conscious decision when I’d bought the couch - and I gestured for Jack to go ahead.

“Ah, yes,” he said in the ‘minotaur’ accent. “Yes, yes, yes. So much fun you are, little cocksleeve. Ve are very lucky I snatched you out of ze air!” He thrust into her and Rachel let out a long moan, shifting slightly and spreading her legs a little wider.

“You hit me with a rock, you big hairy bastard,” Rachel said in Danitha’s voice.

“Yes, vell, tomato, potato,” Jack shrugged, butchering the saying and making both Rachel and I laugh.

I got up on my knees on the couch and tapped my cock against Rachel’s forehead, leaving a little smear of precum. “Be nice, and perhaps ve vill let you live, cocksleeve,” I said. Then I shuffled forward more and she tilted her chin up and started sucking on my balls while both hands came up to stroke my shaft.

“Such a nasty little cocksleeve,” Jack commented.

“Who knew dwarves ver so much fun, yeah?”

“So true,” he replied. “Usually ve just cook zem up and eat zem. And zey are always so tough!”

“You do what?” Rachel asked from under me.

“Shush, cocksleeve,” I said, shuffling back a little and tilting my cock down to slip into her mouth. “You are ruining ze moment.”

It didn’t take long for Jack to hammer into her, and we could both hear the squelchy sound that was the clear sign Rachel was about to explode. Over in the Game Room, I heard Mel let out the distinctive moan and laugh she always made when she sat down fully on a cock, and Veronica quickly let out her own groan of satisfaction as well - they’d finally actually gotten started.

Jack ripped his cock out of Rachel’s pussy as she howled around my cock in her mouth, her knees squeezing back as her pelvis flexed and she shot a fountain arc of squirt almost vertical into the air before it spattered against the couch, Jack and the hardwood floor. That was why I only had leather couches and minimised the number of rugs.

“Your turn, mine bovine,” Jack said with a grin.

“Yeah, good start,” I agreed, pulling my cock from Rachel’s mouth and giving her a chance to catch her breath. I circled around to her pussy and Jack knelt next to her head. She tilted her face to the side and got her lips around his cock, slurping on it quickly. Her pussy was already a nice, well-fucked pink and I slid two fingers into her, getting them covered in her juices before pulling them out and sucking on them. “Mmm,” I groaned. “She tastes good down here. Perhaps ve should use her for seasonings!”

“Good idea,” Jack laughed. “Ve could marinate our many meats in her juices!”

“I’m already marinating your meats in there,” Rachel quipped back, pulling her mouth from Jack’s cock to say it with a smirk.

“Vell, now you are,” I said, feeding my cock into her again. I grabbed her thighs and held them as I started to long-stroke her. If I could get just the right angle, I was sure I could get her to squirt even higher than that first one.

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