Take the forfeit

You can't trust yourself to win this game. Your libido is flying too freely to be contained right now. And if you lose, you're right back where you started, getting fucked raw during your most fertile week.

"No game," you say, "I'll take the forfeit- nyahh!"

His tongue had just darted forwards, flicking over your clit and catching you by surprise. You moan loudly, and your legs instinctively wrap themselves around his shoulders.

He chuckles. "Looks like that was the right choice." He then pushes your legs apart to release himself from your grip, and sits down on the sofa next to you. He holds his hand out to you, and you see a single condom suddenly appear in his palm.

"Put it on," he breathes huskily.

You bite your lip as you realise what he wants. You nervously take the condom from him, and slip off the couch. It's your turn to kneel on the floor between his legs, as his cock stares you in the face.

You unwrap the condom, taking a moment to figure out which side goes on the inside, and then place it against the tip of his penis. Your other hand holds the base of his shaft to steady it, as you start unrolling it down his length.

But once it's unrolled just past the head, you're overcome with an urge, an idea. You can't help yourself. This proximity, this position, the feelings coursing through your body. You swallow. Your mouth is drooling almost as much as your pussy.

You bend down further, rolling your eyes up to look at his face as you take your hand off the top of his dick. Understanding clicks with him as your lips press against his tip, and his head rolls back as you begin to engulf him into your mouth.

The condom is unflavoured. While the taste of latex isn't especially pleasant on its own, in the current context it imprints its flavour onto you as something very exciting.

More appealing to you right now however is the feel of it. The tip of his cock is both soft and hard in such a yummy contrast, and something about it just feels... right? Like, your mouth feels more at home here than it did empty, and you could happily sit here cradling his tip on your tongue forever.

But you want more.

You push down, rolling the condom further down his shaft as more and more of it passes through your lips.

You only make it about halfway before you gag.

You pull back quickly, breathing deeply and pressing your hand against your ribcage, as you focus on not vomiting.

"They make that look a lot easier in porn," you chuckle, once you finally quell your stomach's attempts to expel its contents.

He laughs, and rolls the condom the rest of the way down his shaft himself. With the way he looks at you, you can tell he's ready to move onto the main course.