I wasn't sure what game we were playing. We seemed to be making up the rules as we went along.
We were lying on my bed, watching TV. I started to gently rub your breasts through your blouse.
I didn't take my eyes off the TV, or say anything, or do anything else. I just caressed your breasts and massaged your nipples till they were hard.
You decided to try and play nonchalant too. You didn't say anything and kept watching TV. But once I started gently pinching your hard nipples, your hips bucked involuntarily. You realized you needed a better strategy.
So without taking your eyes off the TV, your delicate hand started rubbing up and down the bulge my cock made against my jeans. You were very expert at it. You knew just how to rub my balls, even through my pants. I wondered how much practice you had at this when you were younger.
I managed to avoiding moving my hips, but my breathing was getting faster, so you knew you were turning me on. I needed a way to break the stalemate. I shifted a little so I could get my hand under your skirt. I was surprised to find you wearing something under it. As my finger gently explored the edges, I realized it was a g-string. Okay, I thought, that's at least in character for her. It felt silky and was already slick with your cream. I could feel your pussy lips through it. I pushed my finger up between them. I could tell that you were fighting not to respond. You rubbed the shaft of my cock even harder. But neither of us said a word or looked away from the TV.
Any idea what the show was? Cause I sure don't remember.
I realized we were both too damn stubborn. We'd torture each other all night like this unless I did something.
I got up. You lay back on the pillow like you were still watching TV, but I could tell you were watching me out of the corner of your eye, ready to whisper, "I win" if I started to take my clothes off.
I went over to the computer and clicked on some mpeg files. It was a lesbian "bachelorette party" with five women in a hot tub. I opened two screens with different 3-minute clips from the video and put them on loop. After adjusting the computer screen to the right angle, I came back to bed, flicking off the TV on the way. I put my arm around you like we were watching some ordinary DVD. You looked at me, pursing your lips thoughtfully, but I just smiled and ignored you. I could tell you were thinking of announcing, "That's cheating," but the sounds of the women moaning drew your eyes back to the computer screen. I went back to caressing your tits, and you went back to rubbing my cock.
It was a hot video, wasn't it? In the first clip, one woman was up on the edge of the hot tub, and another woman was ramming a huge dildo into her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She sounded desperate, and the woman pounded her even harder. When she screamed and came all over the dildo, the woman who was holding it took it around and made every woman take a turn sucking it. For women in a lesbian porn video they all seemed pretty damn into sucking cock.
The other clip was the same five women lined up on the edge of the hot tub, masturbating till they came. They all had their legs spread nice and wide. The two on the far right were the hottest, I thought. One of them was rubbing her pretty little feet against the thighs of the women on either side of her while she frigged herself. She turned to the woman on her left and made eyes at her, then started making out with her while each of them played with her own pussy. It was hot to see the different facial expressions, noises and masturbating styles of each woman. One woman leaned over to briefly suck another woman's nipple while frantically frigging herself to get off.
We watched it loop through two or three times. I felt you start to tremble. That's when I knew I was going to "win." Was I going to be a gracious winner? No.
"Fuck," you moaned. You turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and reached under your skirt to take off your g-string. "You win," you said breathlessly. "Let's fuck."
I smiled smugly. "What if I don't wanna?"
You were quickly tugging your shirt off now. "Don't be a dick," you said in a deep, horny, angry voice.
I lay back comfortably on the bed, still smiling. "I don't know. I don't think you're getting any tonight."
Off came the bra and the skirt. You kept your pretty little pink socks on. (By the way: it was thoughtful of you to remember that I like seeing you in nothing but cute socks.) You were facing me on all fours, your perky tits hanging down, your eyes heavy with lust. "Quit pretending. How do you want it?"
"Let's go out for some tea. Remember that Hundred Flavors Tea you thought was so good this afternoon?"
You were positively pissy now. You bounced up and down with frustration as you said, "God damn it, Peter! I mean it! Tell me how you want to fuck me!" The sound of one of the woman in the porn video coming made you glance anxiously over your shoulder. For a moment you watched the women fucking and sucking and masturbating and moaning on my computer.
I decided to relent. A little. "Okay. Tell me you're a whore."
You closed your eyes a little and nodded: "I'm a whore."
"Look me in the eyes when you say it." My voice wasn't teasing any more. It was demanding.
You faced me and licked your lips: "I'm a whore. I'm a dirty whore. I'm a dirty wet fucking whore." You wanted it so badly, but your face was still blushing from the humiliation of begging like this.
I got up off the bed. You were still on all fours, but you started to move around to face me. "No. Hold your position. Don't move unless I tell you that you can."
"Oh God, Peter. Fuck."
I looked your body over. So cute. So petite. So feminine. So sexy. I stroked your long, soft, moist back. Caressed your sweet, tight ass. My hand went between your thighs, achingly close to your pussy. You whimpered as my fingers played with the cream that was running down inside your thighs.
"What is this?" I asked, my fingers almost touching it.
"My pussy. I mean, YOUR pussy!"
"Pussy?"
"CUNT. It's your CUNT."
You think that word is filthy. That's why it turns you on when I call it a cunt. And it turns you on ten times more when I make YOU call it a cunt.
As a reward, the tips of my fingers ran up and down your slick cunt lips, but I just barely touched them. You were visibly shaking now. I felt sorry for you. But not so sorry I was going to stop.
As my fingers were gradually working their way between your pussy lips, pushing you open bit by bit, I said, "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"Fuck me. Hard."
"Don't you want me to make love to you?"
Your hair bobbed in such a pretty as you shook your head. "No."
I started to take my clothes off. "Why don't you want me to make love to you?"
"Cause I'm horny. And I'm dirty. I'm a dirty girl."
"Do you think your friends at work know you're like this?"
"No." If you could have just seen how much you were blushing by now.
"Maybe I'll take a video of us fucking and show them."
You gasped at the thought: "Ohmigod!" I had finished undressing and was now standing naked beside you. You looked over hungrily at my hard cock, but you knew better than to try to touch or taste it without permission. You were happy that at least my hand was back at your pussy, and was gently circling your clit.
"What would your friends at work think? I mean, if they knew you were the kind of girl who gets hot from watching girl-on-girl porn, and uses words like CUNT, and tells a man she doesn't want gentle lovemaking but instead wants a hard, dirty fuck? Huh? What would they think?'
In between the way I'd been talking and my increasingly vigorous fingering of your cunnie, you were moaning and bucking your hips so much that you could barely get the words out: "They'd think I was a sleazy little fuck-slut who wants guys to *use* her." I loved how you emphasized the word "use." I knew I couldn't wait much longer myself. Pre-cum was starting to drip from the cap of my cock.
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