Almost too close to call

"Rachel, please don't take offense, but your singing is atrocious!" You say as gently as possible.

Your soon to be opponent in the first ever game of Sexual Forfeit Halo stops singing to the stirring soundtrack of Halo's main menu screen. "Are you saying that you're going out with me, not because of my singing voice?" Rachel asks, pretending to be hurt.

"I think it's because of your other attributes, honey". You answer your beautiful housemate sincerely. "I love everything about you, except your singing".

"Hmph". Rachel pouts. "I'll remember that when I become a famous singer on one of Simon Cowell's talent shows". Rachel's amused smile suddenly turns predatory. "Your mocking of my wonderful singing voice is all the motivation I need to beat you on Halo. I'm going to enjoy grinding my butt on your face when you're lick my ass, John!"

Your member suddenly twitches in response to your gorgeous girlfriend's dirty talk. To be honest Rachel's proposed 'punishment' for you is hardly something you would wish to avoid. "We shall see, Rachel. I can't yet decide if I want to fuck your dirty little mouth, or your big wonderful tits!"

Rachel's beautiful face lights up in a naughty little grin. "Now you're getting in the swing of things, stud!" Rachel whispers in your ear seductively, emphasizing on the last word. She plants her soft lust inducing lips onto your own.

"What am I doing? No fraternising with the enemy!" Rachel declares, parting lips with you. She does however wrap her right hand around your thick member, and gives it a good long stroke with her wrist, coaxing a thick drop of pre cum out of your bulbous head, and onto her slender fingers.

"And this isn't 'fraternising with the enemy' is it, Rachel?" You groan aloud in response to Rachel's skilful fingers working their magic on your rock hard erection.

"All is fair in love, war and Halo, John!" Rachel declares with a sly little grin, and a naughty wink.

"So it is, Rachel. So it is". You reply, flashing her a sly smile of your own, as you wrap your hand around her own thick member.

"Fuck, John!" Rachel whimpers softly as you slowly stroke her fat shaft.

"I don't know about you, but I'm already enjoying this game of Halo more than any other ones I have played". You state, gazing adoringly at your beautiful girlfriend, and admiring the lusty grimace on her exquisite face as you slowly pump your wrist up and down her shaft.

"I-I would hope that you'd rather play Sexual Forfeit Halo with me than with Scott, Luke and the others". Rachel manages to still be snarky, even with you jerking her off at a slow determined pace.

"More than you know". You assure her softly, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head. You release your brag hold of her rock hard member, which slaps against her tight stomach, before sticking out proudly between her mile long legs. "Shall we begin, Rachel?"

"Yeah, I think so, John". Rachel replies softly, reluctantly letting go of your thick cock, and picking up her previously ignored controller. "Ok, a ten minute standard Deathmatch, but on a random level, and with random weapons".

"Sounds fine to me, Rachel". You say, your lips twisting into a confident smile. "Whatever the level and weapons you are going down!"

Rachel's left eyebrow arches in amusement. "Your overconfidence is your weakness".

"Your faith in your friends is yours!" You reply, doing a very passable imitation of Emperor Palpatine, assuring Rachel that you got her Return Of The Jedi reference.

Rachel giggles sweetly, locking eyes with you. "I'm sorry John, but Palpatine doesn't really do it for me as a turn on".

"You want this, don't you?" You ask, again quoting the fictional Sith Lord while taking your member back into your hand and give it another long, slow stroke. As a result a drop of pre cum is coaxed out of the bulbous head, and a sharp intake of breath is taken by the stunning brunette beside you.

"John...." Rachel begins lustily.

"It's pointless to resist". You interrupt with a wide grin, this time imitating Darth Vader.

Rachel giggles. "John, stop it!"

"It is unavoidable. It is your destiny!" You say, ignoring Rachel, and return to quoting Palpatine....

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"No! Not Coagulation!" Rachel complains once the game has loaded the level onto the screen. "This level is so big, and there is hardly any cover!"

"I thought that you're used to not being covered up!" You quip, while checking what weapons you have spawned with. "A Battle Rifle and a Brute Shot. I'll take that".

Rachel is about to reply, but you spy her character with your Battle Rifle's scope and open fire. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" Rachel curses, clutching the controller tightly and mashing the 'sprint' button in an attempt to get to cover behind a series of rocks to her right.

Her character just about makes to the rocks, but her shields are depleted due to your accurate shooting. Rachel switches her weapons, replacing her **** Rifle for a Shotgun. She presses the crouch button, waiting for her shields to recover and for you to walk close enough to blast you with the devastating close range weapon.

Unfortunately for her you aren't a Halo rookie. A well placed grenade lands at her character's feet.

"1-0". You crow as the explosive detonates, blowing her character away.

Thirty seconds later Rachel gets the drop on you using two sub-machine guns (SMG's). Although inaccurate at range the twin weapons tear through your shields. Desperately you score a couple of hits with the Battle Rifle. Seeing that you are doomed you quickly throw your last grenade just as your screen cuts to black.

"No!" Rachel shrills as your grenade takes her down, earning you a 'Beyond The Grave' medal.

"2-1". You whisper. Your character re- spawns with a Sniper Rifle and a Needler.

"Not for long, John!" Rachel declares.

Noticing the naughty glimmer in her eyes you glance at her half of the screen, noticing that she has re-spawned next to a tank.

"No, Rachel, no! Vehicles aren't allowed!" You protest.

"I don't recall that in the rules!" The gorgeous brunette points out, as her character climbs into the steel beast.

"Fair point". You sigh, recognizing that your weapons are no match for the behemoth slowly coming your way.

"No you don't, John!" Rachel declares after glancing at your screen, recognizing that you are going for the Rocket Launcher positioned in the centre of the level. It is gamble on your part as that area is completely exposed, but it is one you have to take. It is race between your character on foot, and Rachel's tank to see who will claim the RPG first.

"Gotcha!" Rachel cries and presses the trigger. You were mere feet from the RPG when Rachel's tank lumbered over the ridge and opened fire. The cannon spoke once, and blew you away. "2-2".

"Oh come off it!" You complain when you re-spawn right in the open a hundred yards behind the tank. It is only a simple task for Rachel to swing the turret around, spend a moment taking aim at your wildly jumping Spartan soldier and open fire.

"3-2!" Rachel announces the matter of factly. "Sorry, make that 4-2". She predicts when your character re-spawns on the other side of the ridge. Your Shotgun and Plasma Rifle are no match for the tank, and several moments later the heavy cannon earns her another kill.

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"This is just getting silly!" You complain, while trying to hide from Rachel's tank behind a rock formation. Once again the gaming Gods haven't been kind, and only equipped you with a Pistol. Sure enough Rachel finds you, and takes you out with the cannon. "8-2. Oh boy!"

"All too easy!" Rachel quips, doing her best impression of Darth Vader, quoting Empire Strikes Back.

"About time!" You announce, aiming a Rocket Launcher at the tank, pleased that the game has finally given you a weapon capable of beating the armoured vehicle. Two rockets slam into the steel beast, tearing it apart. "8-3 with three minutes to go. Sniper Rifle. Nice! You comment with satisfaction at the second weapon you have been given.

Your gorgeous opponent is unconcerned with the loss of the tank, and is confident of holding on. She re-spawns quite a long way away from your character, but in the open. You take your time before scoring a headshot with the long distance weapon.

The same fate happens to Rachel thirty seconds later. This time you miss your first shot, but nail her with the second. "8-5! Closing in on you!"

Your opponent chews on her lip nervously, well aware of the momentum you have picked up. She spawns with a Plasma Pistol, and the Covenant's equivalent of the Sniper Rifle. Using her Spartan's dark coloured armour, she blends in with the canyon's wall scanning the area and trying to find you with her Plasma Sniper Rifle's scope.

A blue bolt misses you by an inch. Jumping desperately you avoid the second shot. As you land a third bolt scores a hit on your character's chest, wiping away your shields.

"Hey! What gives?" Rachel cries out incredulously. Her weapon isn't firing.

"The alien Sniper weapon over heats if you use it too often". You explain, lining her up with your own Sniper Rifle. You make no mistake. Two hits to her Spartan's chest earns you another kill. 8-6 with eighty seconds to go.

Rachel re-spawns, and tries to run down the clock by hiding in a cave to the right of the level. It takes your character nearly Fourty seconds to reach the cave. Rachel opens fire with her Shotgun taking away your shields, but you blindly fire your last two rockets. The confined space in the cave negates the need for accuracy, and you close Rachel's lead to one with just under thirty seconds left.

Sprinting out of the cave, and switching to your Sniper Rifle you scan the level with the scope. With five seconds left you spy her Spartan. Your weapon barks, scoring a hit on the thigh, wiping away her shields. You press the button to level the game, but only earn a dull click from your weapon.

"You forgot to reload!" Rachel cries in something bordering between joy, and relief as the game ends, proclaiming Rachel as the victor.

"Yes, I did". You reply. You're annoyed that you lost the match on something as basic and elementary such as forgetting to reload your weapon, something you're sure that Rachel will no doubt delight in reminding you for the foreseeable future, but your mind turns to Rachel's 'punishment' for you and get ready to once again lick her ass.

"Now, John". Rachel begins, while muting the tv with the remote. The look of desire and lust on her beautiful face is almost enough to make you cum on the spot. "Get on all fours on the carpet, please". She purrs while running her hands over her huge breasts.

"How is this going to work?" You ask, getting into the requested position.

"As I won, I control the forfeit!" Rachel purrs happily. "You don't do anything unless I ask you to do it. I want you to lick my ass only, so you can't use your hands to get me off. So no fingering my pussy or jerking me off, ok?"

"I wouldn't dream off it!" You lie, licking your lips with tongue to moisten them.

"I'm sure, John!" Rachel purrs happily. She picks your egg timer of the living room table and joins you on the carpet. She gets herself onto her hands and knees, with her breathtaking bubble butt a couple of feet away from your face. "Ok. Time starts....now!" She announces, turning the egg timer upside down and placing it in an area so both of you can easily see how much time is left.

The inaugural winner of Sexual Forfeit Halo glances over her shoulder at you. A happy and lustful grin is plastered to her beautiful face. She mouths "I love you" to you, before slowly backing up to your face.

"Lick my ass, John!" She moans softly as her incredible buttocks are an inch away from your face.

Your gorgeous girlfriend gasps as your tongue slips out of your mouth and makes contact with her anus. Your wet muscle darts along the edges of her tight little ass hole. Before you can get a rhythm going, Rachel mashes her sweet cheeks up against your face, and begins to grind them up against your face. Her grinding is designed to keep you from being able to get any real traction on her bung. It proves to be effective as for the first few minutes your tongue spends more times on her full, soft butt cheeks , than her bung.

Almost by accident your tongue passes through her split lubricated ass hole. Rachel moans loudly, her knees weaken and she sinks to the floor with her bubble butt sticking up towards the ceiling. Taking full advantage of the situation you get yourself on top of her and press your tongue back into her ass.

"John!" Rachel whimpers, no longer resisting or trying to distract you. Instead she groans, gasps and trembles in response to your now well practiced tongue working it's magic on her sensitive ass hole. The scent of her arousal coming from her soaking wet pussy fills your nostrils and encourages you to continue licking and slurping at her balloon knot ass hole.

" Oh God, John! So good! Lick my ass!" Rachel whimpers. "Tongue my dirty ass you bastard!" From the pitch of her moans you know that she isn't far away from exploding.

Sure enough, less than a minute later Rachel moans, and bucks her ass against your tongue, fucking your tongue like it was a cock. "No...no...so good....I'm gonna cum! John!" Rachel screams in orgasm. Her juices pour out of her spasming snatch, running down her thighs as her cock explodes. Still licking her ass you can hear her cum shooting out of her cock and splattering onto the wooden floor.

Eventually Rachel's intense orgasms subsides, and moves her delectable ass away from your face. You follow her gaze to the egg timer. According to the timer you made Rachel cum with more than half of the time remaining.

"Looks like you won, John. What do you want from me?" Rachel asks over her shoulder with an exhausted, contented yet lustful expression on her beautiful face.