High Tech Finishes Round Five

Blaze raised her eyebrows at that. “So you set a timer?”

“Yeah, once I realized that delaying and distracting people from taking their turns was fair game, I decided I should set a four minute timer when Maid rolls. Helps reduce the risk of me getting sidetracked.”

“Prudent,” Blaze responded as she nodded.

High Tech picked up the die and rolled it, “Yeah, not sure it’ll be much good since it seems like all my rolls have been garbage so far. Or maybe not, at least this one’s decent.” The die landed on a 4 which put Tech onto a yellow space and it meant her face or hair was about to change.

YELLOW: FACE

With plastic and wood, on a painted board you have raced,

At the back of the pack, you wish for a little more haste,

Though loosening you have remained a little too chaste,

Perhaps what you need is a tiny twist in your taste.

CHICKEN OUT or CONTINUE

Of course she continued without hesitation and within seconds of trying to figure out exactly what the game had in store for her, but she quickly found herself getting distracted. Extremely distracted. Her nose began to pick up something that suddenly made her mind drift. There were a couple of sources and a couple of different aromas but it didn’t take long for her to figure out where the closest one was. Maid was now sitting right next to her and the cum between her breasts was filling High Tech with a hunger she didn’t know she was capable of as its scent wafted into her nostrils. Her stomach growled as she closed her eyes to take in several deep breaths to savor it before she leaned in and began licking the substance off of the other woman’s skin.

There wasn’t much on Maid’s chest so it didn’t take long to clean it up but it wasn’t nearly enough for Tech so she decided it was time to take charge. She asked Made to stand up as she sat down and pulled up a chair so she was once again sitting right in front of the woman’s naked pussy. “Alright, this time no teasing. I’m claiming it as my own.” She firmly grabbed Maid’s ass cheeks and pulled her forward, diving her tongue into the standing woman’s pussy. Almost immediately after locking her lips onto Maid’s cunt and diving inside, she realized that the other smell that had been driving her crazy was the smell of pussy. That was almost as good as the sperm. The two together put High Tech into a state of gastronomic euphoria that she hadn’t thought possible until this moment. This is what Chicken Out meant apparently by twisting her taste. It changed her taste buds to something that considered sexual juices to be the sweetest and most delectable juices of them all. With as much pleasure as licking the wet, juicy, musky, salty folds of Maid’s sperm-filled pussy provided her, all she good do is praise the game. She intended to taste the cunts and cocks of everybody in this building before the night was through, though she realized that could take a while. She had every intention of making everyone she went down on beg and plead for release. And if they didn’t beg and humble themselves to her satisfaction, she would continue to leave them hovering right on the edge and blue ball them until they provided High Tech with the supplication that she wanted to hear. And even if they did beg her properly, she’d probably just tease them for a while and leave them on the edge anyway. It was too boring just to go in all at once after all.