Suggest a game

?You want to do me again?? you ask rhetorically. He just smiles. ?Let?s play a game and make you earn it. Any suggestions??

His eyes light up. ?How about strip liar?s dice?? He doesn?t even wait for a response, going to the cupboard and grabbing two cups. Scrounging the house, you find ten dies and head to the living room. Being as that he?s in his work outfit, you take some time to yourself and dress up for the occasion. Doffing the bathrobe, you start with the leopard print bra and panty set. Though they don?t quite match, you complete the outfit with a black tank top and a pink skirt. And for kicks, you put on some high heels to even things out.

Being the gentleman, he lets you go first. ?But,? he says. ?The loser has to let the other person strip them.?

You agree and shake your cup. Looking down you find four twos and a wild. Nice. ?Six twos,? you wink at him.

?Being that I have none,? he says, showing you, ?this game is going to start out real fun.? Holding up your heels for him, he balks, slinking in behind you, sitting on the couch. ?Really no need to wear this bra, is there?? He glides his fingers up under your shirt, tracing your spine. Finding the clasp, he unhooks it before sliding around and grabbing the cups with both hands. Giving them a gentle squeeze, he tugs at the straps with his index fingers, sliding them off your shoulders and down your arms. Flinging away the bra, he returns to his seat, all the while staring at your considerable cleavage. It doesn?t help that your nipples are trying to poke through your shirt, though you notice something of his is trying to poke through his clothes, too.

Shaking his cup, he calls out a bid of two wilds. Having two yourself, you raise the bid to three wilds, showing one of them to him and rerolling. He raises the bid to seven threes. Looking down, you notice you have two in your cup, plus the wild on the table. You can?t bid any higher. ?Show me!?

Resting his cup on the table, you look over to find two wilds and two threes. Damn! Laughing, he sits down next you again, looking in your eyes and tracing a finger down your cheek. Without breaking his glance, he reaches under your skirt and rips your panties down. You feign indignance but you can feel your juices flowing. For a moment you almost hope you continue to lose, but regain your composure and focus on winning.

Rolling again, he bids three fours. You up him to five fours, having three in your cup already. He counters with six fours, showing two and rolling his dice. Taking a chance he came up blank, you call him on it. He shows you the cup, and it?s a goose egg! ?The socks have to come off first,? you say, taking care of that in a flash.

Your turn to roll, you nail a yahtzee of fives and make the same bid. He immediately calls your bluff, showing you he has none. Faking disappointment, you hold out your cup, revealing you weren?t bluffing! Sighing, he leans back on the couch. Crawling over to him, you make sure he gets a good look down your shirt. Showing off your goods, you make him jump as you **** a hand up his pant leg.

?Aren?t you supposed to strip me?? he asks, but you say nothing. Taking a hold of his boxers, you pull them down over his package. Deciding you probably can?t get them completely off without him becoming a contortionist, you leave him be. ?Now we?re both commando,? you sass, sitting back down, eyeing the large bulge straining against his slacks.

Rolling the dice again, you come up with nothing special so you just bid two twos. He raises you to four fours, showing you three of them and rerolling. Having a four yourself, you raise him to five fours, show and reroll. Looking down, he raises you to seven fours. A check of your cup reveals just sixes, so you eye him down for a moment. He doesn?t flinch, but you risk betting. ?Liar!? you shout.

?Damn!? he says, not even bothering you to show you his cup. Giddy, you pounce on the couch, straddling him. Grabbing his belt, you unbuckle it and unbutton his pants. ?Hey,? he interjects. ?That?s two articles.?

?Whatever,? you reply, smiling innocently. Without hesitation, you tear off his slacks, which reveals your prize. Cooing happily, you thrust your hips forward, rubbing your mound on his hard-on.

?We?re not finished with the game?? he says, acting cool. Hoping to shut him up, you collapse your mouth around his, pushing his head back against the couch.

?Fuck the game,? you say breathlessly. It is the last thing either of you say for a good while. For a while you just rock back and forth on his cock, allowing him to reach under your shirt and play with your tits. But this game also gets tiring, so without warning, you grip his stiff rod and place it at your opening, sliding down until your ass rests on his thighs.

Holding onto the couch, you rock back and forth, gazing into his eyes while he pulls on your nipples. But the sensation of his penis sliding in and out of you impairs your focus, leading you close your eyes and crane your neck to the ceiling. Assisting with the ride, he clenches your ass in both hands, guiding you up and then impaling you again and again.

You could do this forever, but he has other ideas. Sitting up straight he pulls you off and rests you on the couch. Gently, he guides you down to the floor until your shoulders touch, your ass resting against the cushion, legs in the air. Stepping in front of you, he grabs your thighs, aiming his cock straight between your folds. Sweat glistens on his chest as he uses all his strength to pound your pussy. As his balls slap against your ass, you wet a couple fingers and rub your clit while he continues with his ****. His moans grow longer and louder, and you join in the chorus, screaming his name in encouragement. Never slowing down, he loses his breath as his seed spouts forth from his cock. The combination of his rock hard flesh and his slippery cum gushing inside almost sends you over the edge, but he collapses back on the couch before you can make it.

Getting up, you guide him onto his back, straddle his face, and bury your pussy in his mouth. He begins lapping your clit immediately. You can feel his cum dripping onto his mouth and chin, but he doesn?t slow down, ravaging you while running his nails down your cheeks. The pressure soon becomes too intense, but you allow yourself to relax, letting him pound your clit some more. Unable to hold back, you squirt into his mouth and over his face. Falling forward, you try to hold yourself up, which is when he thrust two fingers into your now gushing cunt. Panting hard, he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking for all it?s worth. Waves of electricity coarse down your legs and up your spine as you squirm and buckle, losing all sense of balance. Nearly dead, you manage to roll over and off beside him on the couch.

It takes both of you about three minutes to catch your breath, and you do little but listen to one another gasp for air. Summoning up what little strength you have left, you turn over, throwing a leg between his and resting your head on his chest. His arm comes down to cradle your side as you drift off for a well-deserved nap.

                    The End