A literotic sexstories: The Game_(4) by ErisDiscordia
Light faded and my body fell limp.
***
Nick slapped me hard and I groaned without opening my eyes. He slapped me again and I roused enough to realize his hard cock was just above my face, a gossamer strand of clear ooze hung from the tip to slide down the side of my nose onto my cheek. I knew what he wanted before he spoke.
“Suck it, you filthy slut,” he growled.
I shivered. His harsh words sent a thrill of pleasure along my spine. I opened my mouth and dug the tip of my tongue into his piss hole to scoop out the pre-cum gathered there. He shoved his cock into my mouth, his hands gripping the sides of my head as he forced himself into my throat and started fucking my face. I gagged on him and he moaned softly as my throat convulsed on the head of his penis.
I reached between my legs and slid my fingers through the wet folds of my cunt as I sucked and licked his thrusting cock. I lifted my wet fingers to explore the crack of his ass. Finding his tight pucker, I pushed my middle finger against it insistently. Feeling it give and stretch I slid my finger deep into his clenching ass and and began to thrust, matching his rhythm in my mouth.
His breathing ragged, he wrapped his hands around fistfuls of my hair lifting my head as he shoved all 7” of his steel hard cock into my mouth. The spongy head pushed against the back of my throat and he growled deep in his chest as he erupted. There was no question of spit or swallow. It was swallow or drown as he released a torrent of semen directly into my constricting throat. So I swallowed as I continued to fuck his ass with my finger. My tongue undulating against his shaft as I drank his precious sperm, milking his balls dry.
When he had spent his load in my mouth and his cock began to soften, he let his piss begin to pour into my mouth. It didn’t surprise me anymore. I almost expected it. I made a gurgling sound around his thick penis as I tried to keep up with the flow. I swallowed frantically, knowing well what he’d do to me if I let one drop spill from between my lips. I chased his sperm with gulp after gulp of his hot piss.
Finished, he fell to the bed and laid beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly while we both caught our breath. After a few minutes he pulled me against him and kissed me deeply as he stroked my hair. I snuggled against him, happy that he’d allowed me to survive another encounter. I knew there would come a day he didn’t. It kept things really interesting.
“Ready to play?” he asked slapping my ass hard.
I laughed as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed looking back at him over my shoulder. “I’m always ready, baby.”
***
I stepped into the bright, late afternoon sunlight and looked around. There were a few people enjoying the motel swimming pool. A family on their way to vacation someplace a lot more exciting than this little pimple of a town in way the fuck and beyond gone Nebraska. At least that’s what I assumed. I couldn’t imagine anyone choosing McCook as their dream vacation destination.
I ran my hand over the red hair of the wig I wore and pushed the large, dark glasses up onto the bridge of my nose. Nick and I weren’t here. The motel room had been paid for with a stolen credit card as was the rented car. Our IDs were very expensive forgeries. Denver and the secluded rented cabin by some mountain lake was as far as anyone could track us.
He unlocked the driver’s side door of the silver Pontiac and climbed in before popping the lock on my side. I got in and fidgeted with the wig again. He started the car and backed out of the space in front of our room.
“Let the wig alone,” he said. “It looks fine.”
I folded my hands in my lap and watched the little frame houses pass my window as he headed out of town. Neither of us spoke. I could feel the pent up energy boiling off my lover. He’d been waiting for this ever since I’d introduced him to my uptight, good girl roommate Jeanie nearly a year before and he had started his onlline friendship with her.
A few miles out of town he turned off the blacktop onto a dirt road. I hadn’t known until Jeanie had brought me home with her last Christmas that there were still dirt roads. Her parents lived on a small ranch that sat, literally, in the middle of nowhere. Their nearest neighbor was at least two miles away.
Nick turned onto the lane that led back to the house. I pulled the red wig off my head and shook out my long, dark hair. I tossed the wig into the back seat and retrieved the large tote bag I’d stashed behind the driver’s seat when we had picked the car up. He glanced over at me as I settled back into my seat.
“Feel better?” he asked with a grin.
“Much,” I said hugging the nylon bag on my lap.
Nick parked the car behind the red pickup in the driveway. We got out and he took the bag from me as we walked toward the house. He stood off to the side with his back against the wall and I knocked. The curtain moved and someone looked through one of the small panes in the door.
The door opened and Jeanie’s mom stared at me through the screened storm door. “Haley,” she said wrinkling her nose as though she smelled something bad. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to Jeanie,” I said trying to work up a tear.
“You really should have called.”
“I know, Beverly” I said sniffling. “I just had to get away from my dad. I didn’t know anywhere else that he wouldn’t find me.”
That did it. Jeanie’s mother was convinced my father was the devil. She pushed the door open and stood back to let me enter. Before she could let it swing shut Nick stepped through and swung the heavy duffle bag hitting her square in her smug face. Her head snapped back and she dropped to the floor, stunned by the unexpected blow.
Straddling her stomach I opened the bag. As I extracted the roll of duct tape I heard Jeanie screaming for her dad. I looked up for a second as Nick rushed after her, then turned back to my task. Working quickly, I wrapped duct tape around the wrists of the stunned, older women beneath me. I covered her mouth with a strip of silver then swung my leg over her body and turned to bind her ankles together.
I stood up and dragged her by her feet to the the stairs that lead down to the family room in the basement. I started dragging her down the steps then stood aside and let her slide. A muffled cry of pain or surprise left her as she landed in a heap at the bottom. I followed, jumping off the third step from the bottom to land on her stomach. She made a loud whooshing sound as all the air left her body and she jerked her knees up.
Jeanie’s dad had started down the steps before I had a chance to drag his wife into the nice, comfy seating area. He was followed by his wide eyed daughter. Her pale cheeks were wet with tears and Nick held a gun to her ribs. It wasn’t loaded, but neither Jeanie or her dad knew that.
Nick shoved Jeanie toward where her mother lay on the floor. She stumbled then kneeled by the bitch’s prone form. I grabbed her by her blond pony tail and dragged her to the sofa. Pulling her up to sit beside me, I wrapped my arms around her.
“Why are you doing this?” she whined pathetically as she watched Nick direct her father to the straight back chair he had set at the far end of the room.
I kissed her cheek and she winced. “We just stopped by to visit,” I said giving her a little squeeze. “Haven’t you missed me?”
“This isn’t just a visit. What do you want?”
I curled up next to her, my arms still around her, resting my head on her stiff shoulder while we watched Nick tie her dad to the chair. “I thought you would enjoy meeting Nick,” I said softly against her ear.
Her eyes flew open wide as she looked at the man tightening the rope around her father’s chest. The man that had won her trust and befriended her online. The man she’d turned to and confided in time and again as I had tormented her with the knowledge that I had fucked her daddy right after the beginning of our last year of college. That I’d done him more than once. I’d even fucked him here in this room when she’d brought home with her for Christmas while she and her mother were upstairs making cookies.
Nick finished tying off the rope binding her father to the chair and crossed the room to stand smiling down at my BFF. Jeanie trembled in my embrace as Nick knelt and reached out to stroke her cheek. She made a choking sound as she tried to swallow her sob.
“Hey, baby,” he said softly, almost soothingly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, right?”
Jeanie stared at him uncomprehendingly. The hand that had been caressing her cheek drew back and slapped her sharply. She jerked her head back and cried out in shocked surprise.
“Answer me,” he said gripping her chin firmly.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I’ll be good.”
He patted her cheek then stood up. Jeanie watched him with fear growing in her eyes as he reached into the bag and pulled out another length of rope. I let my hands glide down the front of her taut body to the snap on her white denim shorts.
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