Role Play Game Gone South

Role Play Game Gone South (bi)

I like all things cosplay. Really, RPG is my all time favorite hobby. So when we saw the flyer for a conference that was actually near enough for Sara and I to spend a weekend there we were thrilled.

Sara is my new girlfriend of two months. We clicked instantly and had lots in common and felt super comfortable together. The only thing remaining was to learn each other's bedroom desires intimately.

Anyway, since Sara loves role play too we planned to go to our first joint RPG event in a couples costume.

I'd been to events dressed as light warriors several times and didn't want to do the same old same old. Sara had made a new costume for herself and she made me promise not to be boring as she hinted that hers was over-the-top sexy.

I couldn't pull off a beast warrior 'cause I just wasn't huge like that. But I always made sure my lean and cut biceps and runners legs were bare and highlighted. Yea, I didn't get to wield the big longswords of the Conans, but I could spar with double daggers with lightning speed.

So off I went to rent a costume. I just didn't count on every fan in driving distance to my local costume shop beating me to all the best costumes.

It's cliche, but they only had one, a paige costume, and the guy at the store was pushing it pretty hard.

I complained, "Isn't that a girl's cos?"

"No. See the short hair and lack of breasts? Hell, your hair is longer than the characters." It was true, I did have long hair just like all the best fantasy fighters.

I complained, "But she, or he, is just slim and young, kinda elfish. Can't you find something in the back or order something?"

He looked me up and down smiling, "A strong little guy like you would be lucky to be as formidable a fighter as this paige. Anyway, it's all that's left. Take it or leave it." I didn't know if his words were a compliment or an insult and I wasn't ready to make a stink about it.

I took it.

Sara couldn't hide her shock when she saw me try it on. "Thaaat's what you picked, Julian?"

I shot her a resentful look and she backed down as I explained my feelings, "I've never felt less masculine. But the convention is tomorrow: I have no choice and I don't even know if it's a boy's or a girl's costume."

"Well, what was the character's name?"

"That's the thing. It was a guy's name: Chris."

"Chris? Or Christine?"

"Ooo, shit! It said 'Chris Teen'. The font was all gothic and hard to decipher so I just thought it was a teen character.

Noticing my dejected look she helped as only a pretty nineteen year old woman can, "Oh, you big strong fighter. Come ravish this helpless princess." Her princess costume looked more masculine than mine with all the metal studs and whatnot. But with so much smooth skin showing it WAS super hot and she had my lust revved up.

Her attitude and creative dirty talk helped greatly and we kept it up the whole time we made love. It was a side of her I'd not yet seen. She swooned dramatically, "Fuck me with that big cock and make this virgin a woman." She wasn't. This was make-believe.

I needed to get into the Alpha role. So I tried it out, "First, kneel before me and show your appreciation properly." Then hesitantly I added, "bitch." Just to see how it would go over.

Sara dropped to her knees faster than I'd ever seen her ready herself for a blowjob. "How can I resist such a manly weapon?" She gazed at my crotch and I got the point.

Emboldened, I released my proud six incher and got cruder, "After I defile your beautiful lips with, with my, my weapon, I'm gonna throw you over... I was going to say 'couch' but the 14th century European countryside was short on couches. "a donkey's back" that didn't work either. "Over yon stump to ream your, your cunt."

Sara smiled coyly and I think she really liked the dominant language. She whispered breathlessly, "My groin strives and wets against me despite my mind's reluctance." Shit! She was good at this!

I picked her up, struggling to lift her onto my shoulder to carry her to bed. I didn't want to drop her so I steadied her body by reaching under her leather skirt to cup her bare buns. She cooed delightfully, but also pretended to beat her tiny fists on my back in fruitless protestation.

Dropping her feminine, but lithe form onto the mattress with a loud squeak of springs I quickly flipped her onto her tummy, "Prepare to be ravished, wench!" She lifted her derriere, wiggling it seductively and I've never since seen a more beautiful set of buttocks in real life or even in porn. Whispy pussy hairs peeked out to greet me cheerily. Additionally, I glimpsed her adorable crinkly sphincter for the first time.

"Do your worst. Abuse my body but my spirit shan't be broken for I am of royal blood."

I rammed my cock into her pussy hard with one stroke, causing her to gasp enthusiastically. Every pounding thrust sent undulating ripples through her flesh. I raised my hand to slap her ass then reticence overcame me. Fearfully, I longed to see her flesh accept the blow, to hear the thwack, to see her creamy skin redden - unless she wasn't into it. Instead I delivered a half-hearted tap more symbolic than anything else.

Sara moaned. Then when I didn't hit her a second time she moaned again. I failed to take the hint, "You brute! No torture will make me reveal the golden chalice's location."

I kept pumping her pussy, enjoying the way her impaled body rocked and was pushed into the mattress. Grunting with each stab of my pole she looked at me over her shoulder repeating herself, "No torture will make me reveal the golden chalice's location."

I lifted my hand again watching her eyes intently for a sign. I once heard her say every thought and emotion could be read in a person's eyes. Now was my turn to test that theory. I pulled my hand back behind my head, ready to strike. She never blinked so I did it.

The sound seemed to echo 'round the room and a clear hand print developed on her right globe like a photographic image. Sara drew in a great breath of air still grunting from my thrusting, but she added a stifled squeak when my palm made contact. It sounded like it hurt and I was ready to soothe her pain.

She dropped her head onto the pillow and I was about to call it quits but she encouraged me more, "You shall not break me, foul paige."

My hand went high into the air and as it did my dick withdrew and my thighs turned so she could feel my ready posture. Her body tensed waiting for the slap though she never objected. Perspiration matted her hair to the nape of her neck, "again." I barely heard her say it but I obeyed.

In all I spanked her five times before leaving my spooge deep in her twat, growling as I playfully bit her neck.

Afterwards I rolled my body off of hers asking if she was ok and if she had finished. She just wanted me to hold her, calling it aftercare. That was my initiation into rough sex.

The next day at the fair we sampled food and bought the merch and I signed up for an acting class. My awkward dialogue in our sexual roleplay showed that I needed it. Sara said my acting was fine, that I just needed the right role. She's supportive that way. I still hated my costume even if Sara had done her best to masculinize it by adding a strap and a couple studs. I begged her to disguise my face with make-up so no one could ever recognize me in the now androgynous gear. What she could do with make-up was quite impressive.

In contrast, she looked stunning the way the leather bodice pushed her breasts up and out for everyone to ogle beneath the sheer cotton blouse. Bras weren't a thing back then so a nipple might threaten to pop out at any unexpected moment. Not that anyone cared.

Waiting in line for dinner I saw Nick from afar. He and I hung out often at these things. But this time I preferred the company of my gorgeous girlfriend. To me Nick seemed more like the character Gaston in Beauty and the Beast: everything a girl could want in a man except for his phenomenal arrogance. Strong and brutish he normally dressed as a rugged king or uber fighter. Today he wore fighting boots and brown pants only. No shirt to hide his bulging biceps or rippling deltoids. He might as well have oiled himself up to stand around flexing and posing.

But worse than that, what he did was enter every contest of strength or skill - and he won many.

After dinner Sara and I had to split up: I went to my acting class while she went to a medieval cooking class. As bad luck would have it, Nick was in my class.

I learned a ton in forty-five minutes. Nick assumed I was a girl and even said I was the most improved actress there and invited me to go over our parts one more time after the others left the big tent.

Near the end of our scene he was suppose to kiss me. It would have been so easy to just admit I wasn't a girl. But then his over beered and intoxicated mind might figure out it was me.

I couldn't let my frenemy know I was dressed as a female paige now that it had gone this far.

He spit out a vile and vulgar command with a sneer, "Bow to my will naive girl."

I found myself responding with the only words that came to mind, "My groin strives and wets against me despite my mind's reluctance."

"Reluctance! No one refuses me. I'll beat you into submission and violate every fair orifice before I'm done with you."

"Do your worst. Abuse my body but my spirit shan't be broken for I am of a stronger constitution than you."

He raised his hand to strike me and for a moment my face contorted into a visage of fear as I'd forgotten it was all role play. He grabbed me by my leather chest strap wrenching my body to my knees. I spit on the ground, "You can't harm me. Plunge your sword into my body and I'll delight in knowing my will persists despite your feeble weapons."

"Feeble!" He laughed. "Well feast your eyes on this." Saying so he withdrew the largest soft cock I ever imagined existed. "Whatya think of that?"

From by the tent flap Sara's voice interrupted our scene. "She WILL delight in knowing your weapon. We both will."

Sara closed the gap in three steps, and talking to me said, "Kneel before him and show your appreciation properly, bitch." Nick didn't know it was me but Sara surely did.

Then she turned from me to Nick. How can we resist such a manly weapon? She gazed at his naked cock. "Defile her lips. Ream her ass." Was it worse the way she admired another man's cock, or that she rested her hand on his muscular chest so affectionately?

It was time for me to put an end to this charade. And I was going to until Sara ripped open her breastplate exposing her great globular breasts. When I saw her tell-tale erect nipples I knew she wanted this. Now I kinda wanted it too, but I didn't know if I could live with the knowledge that she might get fucked by another man.

Not only did I think of Sara as mine, but I somehow thought she considered me as only hers. Nevertheless, Sara stared deeply into my eyes. Imploring me, "Let thy body be abused for I am of royal blood and I command it. Please?"

On one knee I lowered my head, "My will sayeth otherwise, but as you wish, for I am but a servant to your royalness."

There was no way Nick wouldn't play along now that she'd ripped open her blouse. So recognizing her royal stature he continued the role play, "Yes, Princess." Picking up a prop he placed the plastic blade of the rapier behind my neck and holding both hilt and tip he used it to pull me to his cock.

Simultaneously I resisted and I didn't. When my face was mashed against his floppy organ its heat incinerated my resolve to fight.

I mean, it was too late to go back anyway. But if Nick ever discovered my secret he would tell everyone. I may have lost the will to fight but I certainly didn't need to cooperate. I would never open my mouth.

Sara was looking over a few whips and other stage props designed for hitting a prisoner. She fingered a medieval bat before settling on a switch made of thorned brambles - rubber of course.

She lifted my mantle to expose my bare buttocks. (You didn't think I would wear anachronistic underwear, did you?) "My paige has been disobedient. This is your last chance to reveal the location of the golden chalice."

"I shant!"

She thrashed me with three full-force whacks. "The chalice or..." Here she broke character and turning to Nick asked, "What's your name?"

"Donnerschlag." I was glad he didn't give his real name. When this was over I intended that they should never ever meet again.

"Give me the chalice or Donnerschlag is going to do his worst."

I could see the fun in the dialogue and the 'whipping'. More-so, the gleam in Sara's eyes told me every thought and emotion really could be read in a person's eyes. The game was feeding a lust into her being I'd only seen the last time she and I did bedroom RPG.

I did my best to be defiant, "Never will I reveal the location of said magic cup."

Nick seemed lost, as apparently the nuance of the witty banter escaped his dull mind. Staring dumbly at her naked bouncy boobs he asked, "So what's the magic?"

She looked to his squishy member which had failed to harden despite being mashed against the face of an elfin paige who for all he knew was a cute young lady. "It grants any man who drinks of it no fear of impotence."

This was the wrong thing to tell the ever conceited Nick. Again using the rapier as a tool of bondage he pulled, grinding his pulpy peter on my avoidant lips, "I'll show you who's impotent!" And, unwittingly, he did show us who couldn't rise to the occasion.

Feeling smug, like I could finally beat Nick at something, I declared, "I already drank of the cup."

"Really?" Asked Sara with a new twinkle in her eye, "Stand and bring forth your dagger for us to measure it against Donnerschlag's sword."

"Uh oh." I thought. Scrambling to my feet I was glad to be free from the moist contact with a man's big dick. But I just knew that in a contest of stiff inch against stiff inch I would lose to Nick in another challenge. Unless...

"Donnerscum hasn't consumed the magic elixir. His sword will remain rusty, sheathed, and fruitless as if gelded."

With her enchanting hand Sara reached under my skirt and brought my quickly growing penis to bear, rubbing it all over Nick's. He just about had a heart attack right then and there when he discovered the girl he'd been flirting with for the last hour had a dick.

"Hmmm," said Sara, "the cup must really have some witchery to have caused such a pretty little maiden to magically be endowed with what she didn't have before. And such a fine steely dagger too."

Nick was barely recovering, "Is she a female-to-male, like in real life? You know, post op?"

Sara gave a reasonable explanation, "ChrisTeen's real name is Justin, though her first name used to be Julie." I shot her a look that could kill since Julie was just too close to my non-RPG name.

Nick whispered somberly, "Shiiit! You never say a dead name."

This was good. He would never figure out it was me as long as he thought I was some FTM.

Then he dug his hole deeper, and mine too, when he said, "Not that there's anything wrong with that, 'cause a T- man is a woman. I mean, I'd wet my wick with a T."

By now Sara had been massaging our two dicks next to each other for some time. She made the observation, "It's astounding how this hard one and this soft one are the exact same size." I didn't know which of us was most humiliated.

Nick retorted, "It'll get big!" Which is exactly what I feared.

But she teased him simply and mercilessly, "Will it? Will it really, Donny?"

I could literally see his face and chest flush with pent up anger, "I, I just need thou elixir." He really sucked at role play.

I was feeling pretty fucking superior right about now. Then she asked him, "Where dost thou intend to acquire said elixir?"

It was his reply that did him in and sealed our fates, "ChrisTeen drank it. I bet there's some residue in her mouth. She just has to suck me."

But we were no match for Sara's verbal repartee, "Nooo, that wouldn't work... but I'm sure the alchemic force is flowing through her system as we speaketh."

She waved her finger in the air as if it were some magic wand and she was performing complex incantations, then licking her lips and bringing her sexy face close to his she asked, "Do you really think sucking would bestow upon you some sorcery?" As she teased him she plunged her finger into his mouth in a way that was reminiscent of a blowjob.

"Oh yes, yes! I do"

"Did you taste the magic on my finger? Did the power start to invigorate your weapon?"

"Yes, oh, yes. I'm sure of it."

Her crafty smile foretold an evil omen, "Excellent! Because I extracted a drop of the potion from ChrisTeen's stiff clitoris and put it in your mouth just now." He looked both horrified and turned on while I laughed inside.

"Your very words proved the power of her elixir." She flung her arms around his neck, and pressing her massive bare jugs to his muscular bare chest she clung to his body, bringing him down to his knees with her. I saw where this was going and for the first time realized she was on my side.

Come on Donnerschlag, here you are alone with two sexy girls. It's every man's dream. Let's suck her for a little bit and then after you've had the elixir you can perform. C'mon, be a man, not a Donny."

She gave my cock a big slurp then kissed his neck, bringing our three bodies close enough that my leaky dick brushed against the other side of his neck. She took it far enough that she actually tweaked one of his nipples as she directed my cock into his mouth.

I sure was winning now! She had him wrapped around her little finger since he was now willingly sucking a cock for her. Not just any cock - my cock. Who was the better fucking man now?

Sara stayed there, inches from the place where my cock met Nick's lips, watching intensely in a rapt and sexy lust filled trance. "Chris, this is SOOO hot. I should bend over yonder pillory right now so you can fuck me silly."

But it was too late, "Now! My elixir comes forth right now!" She held my hip and Nicks head in place so he wouldn't escape as I jetted multiple streams of spew into his unsuspecting mouth.

Pushing me aside she took his face into both her hands, "Alas, you were not of pure spirit as the magic failed to cure your impotence. Otherwise the foul paige wouldst be compelled to accept your sword."

Yet again, grabbing me by the strap, Nick pulled me down to their level as he stood, "What'ya mean not of pure spirit? Behold this potent hard sword! Now compel this, baby!"

It WAS impressive. Like three inches longer than mine impressive. Sara's hand was leading it to my face in an instant, "Suck it Julian. Please suck it for me."

"Shhh." I hissed, "Stop saying my name or I'm gonna stick it in your mouth just to shut you up."

She continued whispering hoarsely, "I could never cheat!! But you can suck it." She looked around the room. "Suck it and you can do whatever you want to me and include any prop in this room."

Above us Nick was slurring, "It ain't gonna suck itself!"

"You mentioned the pillory earlier. Can I lock your wrists in it?"

"In my dreams!"

"And just yesterday I noticed that you have a real cute butthole..."

She made this weird squeak in her throat and swallowed hard, "If thine will commands."

I told her, "I would have done it just because you asked. I mean I wanted to ever since I saw the elixir's effect." I stared at the club jutting out from the front of the muscular Nick. I even licked my lips. But when it came down to it I just stared.

"Well!"

"I'm afraid."

Sara caressed my face, "I'll help."

Picking up the discarded rapier she placed it back into Donnerschlag's strong hands, looping it behind my neck again. I knew where this was going and it was better than doing it of my own volition. She climbed to her feet with her mouth near Nick's ear, "Say, 'kneel before me and show your appreciation properly.' "

So Nick said, "kneel before me and show your appreciation properly."

"I could barely speak, my words came out so weak, "How can I resist such a manly weapon? You're such a big strong fighter. Come ravish this helpless paige."

He practically growled, "I'll ravish you alright." Pulling on the plastic sword he brought me close and with Sara placing the tip on my lip he pushed it right in until it hit the back. I had imagined it snaking right down my throat but there was no way. Instead he yanked me back and forth, fucking me with only the first five or so inches.

Sara's eyes flashed with a smoldering sexual fire. Then she told Nick to take it out for a second.

"Where is the golden chalice?"

"No torture will make me reveal the golden chalice's location."

"Donnerschlage, the helpless paige refuses to give us the chalice. Fuck her mouth!!"

She caught my eye and I agreed.

Tossing the sword he grabbed my head with huge muscular paws and pulled me hard onto his pole. Just when the round head plugged my throat I felt and heard the resounding slap of Sara's hand on my bare ass.

"Where is the golden chalice?"

Nick allowed me to answer, "Never will I reveal the location of the chalice." These were the words that gave him permission to fuck my mouth and her permission to spank my ass.

Again he drove his cock into my mouth and again six inches later he banged the back of my mouth and again her hand came down on my ass.

"Where is the golden chalice?"

"Never will I reveal the location of the golden chalice."

Another six inches plowed into me and another strike left a red mark on my flesh.

She repeated yet again, "Where is the golden chalice?"

"Never will I reveal the location of the golden chalice."

Nick groaned loudly as he pulled my head and jammed his cock into me the full uncomfortable distance that it would go.

Likewise, Sara was breathing heavily from her exertions as she slapped me hard.

"Where is the golden chalice?" I twisted my head back to look at her. I knew I could see every thought and emotion there and she could see every thought and emotion in mine.

She wanted more and so did I. "Again."

Nick plowed my mouth only this time he pushed his cockhead to the back, rubbing the dripping mushroom against the opening to my throat until he flooded me with great gobs of cum.

Sara struck me one last time before falling on my back a sweaty mess.

When Nick was done he stuffed his slick softening tool back into his pants and just left without a word.

Soon after, Sara let me put her in the stocks where I did just what we had planned.

At home we talked, "Are you disappointed I don't have a huge cock like Nick's?"

"Not at all."

"But his cock is sooo much bigger than mine."

"How many inches did you take into your mouth?"

"Shit!! It was like five or six fucking inches."

"And how big is your cock?"

"Six inches."

"So what you're saying is that he was only able to feed you five or so inches and the rest of his dick was wasted. That you can feed your girlfriend just as much and she'll like it better because Nick is a total jerk? So, just how is his cock better?"

"I guess it's not, but you were so turned on when you first laid eyes on his huge cock."

"I was not. I was turned on by the obscene sight of my hunky boyfriend about to play a dominance game."

"You like seeing me subjugated and think of me as weak?"

"In a sexy game you might be subjugated one minute, and dominant the next. But in real life I always think of you as full of strength."

She challenged me further, "Julian, when you slapped my ass did you think I was weak in real life?"

"I guess not. It was just a game."

"So in the game you and I played with Nick, did you have a good time?"

"The best!"

"Good. I got us a memento." She took a golden chalice from her bag and put it on the shelf.

"Where'd you get that?"

"It was on top of a cabinet in the tent the whole time. Then it just sorta "fell" into my bag."

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