Sexy Shorts: The Raunchy Game

 

 

The Raunchy Game

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“I have an idea for a game I’d like to play,” I whispered to her as she lay next to me on her back, her legs spread and her Hitachi buzzing between them.

“What’s that?” she asked, opening her eyes for just a moment.

“I’ll tell you if you put that Magic Wand down and let me get between your legs.”

“Um. . . just a minute,” she said, clicking it into ‘hi-gear.’  Seconds later she was convulsing, clutching the sheets with a clenched hand as she struggled to hold the giant vibrating mechanism on her clit.  Her jaw dropped and her breasts heaved with her gasps for air.  After a minute, she clicked off the Hitachi, put it on the bed next to her and said, “OK, you’re turn.  You can fuck me now.”

I climbed on top and was poised to penetrate her, but she said, “Wait, one sec.”  She spread her legs and her right hand began slapping and diddling her pussy for a few faps and then she squirted a steady, high-pressure stream right onto my cock.  I was impressed by her laser-like aim.

“Now?” I asked.

“Yes, now,” she said.

I slid right in and grasped her with my arms, putting my head down over her shoulder so my words were whispered right into her ear.  As I slowly and lovingly slid in and out of her, I said, “The idea for my game is. . .”

“Get up there,” she interrupted, “and fuck me hard and fast!”

I was taken aback a bit, but I followed instructions.  I got up on my knees, grabbed her ankles above my head, and began pounding away at her with my spear.

“My idea” I said in a much louder voice, “is called ‘The Raunchy Game’ and it’s played by each of us taking turns saying something raunchy to the other.  The other person can say Red, Yellow, or Green to the first statement.  Red means, ‘No way.  Stop right there.  Not a turn-on.’  ‘Yellow means, ‘You’re approaching my limits, but keep going.  Let’s see where this leads.’  And Green means, ‘I like that.  More please.’”

“Ah ha,” she said, followed by, “Harder.  Deeper.”

She was just looking to get off and so I gave up on my game for the moment.  I pounded her with all I had until she finally was cumming.  She yelled, “Deep.  Stay.  There.”  I lodged as far down her hole as I could plunge.  I held it there, but felt the walls of her inner thighs closing in on my instrument.  Tighter and tighter they pressed until, despite my best efforts, they squeezed me right out of her.  Upon my involuntary departure, she convulsed again and tightened up into a self-contained ball as she emitted a ray of ejaculate once more.

When she was done, she looked up and said, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s ok.”

“I’m better now.  Do you want to play that game?” she asked as she spread her legs again.

I repeated my actions of before, sliding into her slowly and descending to hold her.  I was in a loving mood, not so much a fucking mood.  I whispered in her ear again and said, “You go first.”

“Daddy, you know all of my raunchy fantasies already.”

“Just say something that you think I will find beyond the pale.”

“You first,” she said.

“OK, but before we begin, tell me what you were thinking about when you were masturbating just now.”

“You.”

“I know that’s not true.  Tell me the truth.”

“No really, you.”

“Lo,” I said in my paternal way.

“OK, I was thinking of. . . it’s bad.”

“You see, this is exactly how we play the game.  What was it?”

“I was thinking about Brian from work again.”

“Green.”

“I was thinking about how hard-up he is since he and his girlfriend broke up.”

“They broke up?”

“Yes.  Didn’t I tell you?”

“No.”

“They broke up a while ago and he’s been visiting my office more and more frequently since then.”

“I bet you like that,” I said and I could feel her pussy clench upon my cock.  “So what exactly were you thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how I want him to lift up my skirt, bend me over my own desk in my own office, with the door open and the blinds on the windows wide open, and spank me.”

“Green.”

“I want him to spank me for being such a tease to him.”

“You’ve been a tease?”

She ignored the question.

“Then I want him to fuck me for all to see.”

I had to pull out.  I grabbed my cock and shot spurts of cum all over her torso from her shoulder blades down to her clit.

“Nooooo!” she called, disappointed that I wouldn’t last to give her yet another orgasm.

As I was cleaning her up, she said, “Daddy, you didn’t even get to use your yellow card.”

“I know,” I said, very disappointed with myself.

“And I didn’t get to come a third time.”

Lately three has been the magic number for her.  Without that third, earth-shattering orgasm, she feels sexually frustrated.  “Blue-balls,” as she puts it.

I was back in bed, under the covers, drifting off to sleep and I could feel the bed vibrating as if it were one of those coin-operated beds in a cheap motel.  I opened up one eye and saw her, on her side, her back to me, the blue glow of her phone illuminating the otherwise black room.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  After about half an hour, she finally coaxed out that last, hidden, cap-stone orgasm out of deep within her.

“Lo,” I said.

“Yes?”

“What were you looking at?”

“Just porn.”

“Tell me what it was.”

“It was bad.”

“What was it?”

“I was looking at Brian’s photos.”

Silence and then, “Are you mad, Daddy?”

I didn’t respond.  I went to sleep and had many strange dreams.

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