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The Game

She was in tenterhooks as soon as she walked into her appartment. He was there again. She could very faintly smell the tang of his cologne, as soon as she walked in: a soft, earthy musk. She was immediately flooded with memories of last time. The feel of his hands firmly guiding her hips, the sound of her breath catching in her throat as she tried to hold back the growing flood of pleasure that was threatening to crash over her like a tsunami. Her lips were suddenly dry. She ran her tongue across them, moistening them - her body flooding with a surge of anticipation, every nerve ending primed for input. She could feel everything - the tingle of the air silking past her face as she gently closed the door, the warm caress of the sun on her bare arms as it shone through from the livingroom window, even her clothes - her hardening nipples chafing slightly in her bra as her breath came in barely controlled gasps.

The game was her idea. They were both single, bored. She told him her fantasies and gave him a key. He was to come when he wanted to serve her. And oh my did he cum. She smirked a little at her own pun, gathered herself and followed his scent through to the livingroom, expecting him to be lounging on her sofa.

No sooner was she through the door when his hands were upon her pulling her backwards to his hiding place near the doorframe. His right hand cupped her breast, firmly squeezing her nipple between thumb and forefinger. His left hand grasped her upper thigh, fore finger grazing her clitorus.The Game фото

She gasped, and then giggled - a wave of desire welling up from her loins and pulsating through her body.

"Princess," he whispered in low measured tones, "you're late."

He ran his lips from her shoulder up to her ear, deeply inhaling, enjoying the scent of her sweat and arousal before kissing her neck. A wave of electricity pulsed through her and she let out a fractured gasp, panting as he drew her closer in, his proud hard cock threatening to rip through his trousers as it quested between her legs, brushing her inner thigh and rising until it was tantalising, achingly close to her vulva.

"I was starting to think you'd never come" he crooned, in an almost hurt tone. His hand slid further round her thigh under my skirt, forefinger probing her lips. He drew his hand back, having felt the heavy moistness. I could practically feel him grin.

"Thank you for your concern, Johnson." she half whispered back, "what a lovely surprise to find you here out of hours"

His hand left her thigh, deftly unfastening his trousers and she drew a sharp breath feeling the soft skin of his firm shaft brushing between her legs. He kissed her neck again, firmly, gradually building to a sensual love bite that sent an electric thrill down her spine and a flood of warmth to her pelvis. Her body was a fizz of barely contained excitement. "Oh god, oh god, take me now, take me now!" Was the only thought running round and round in her head. She bit her lip, she wasnt going to beg, but damn it, she needed him inside her right now.

"I live to serve" he breathed, as if he could hear her racing thoughts, and in one seemless movement he thrust himself deep inside her.

She came almost instantly. His member filling her, tip pounding against her sensitive spot as his hand held tight to her breast and thigh, controlling their rhythm. His index finger teasing her cliterous as her filled her, body and soul. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her as he tore through her, faster and faster, hungrily lapping up her moans of pleasure.

On her third orgasm he came - his shaft pulsating through her, sending a hot wave of screaming pleasure through her before her pulled out and let her body go. She collapsed, quivering, onto the chase longue. Panting from the effort. Aching to have him back inside her. His and her fluids slick between her legs, its downward motion making her sensitive body squirm.

He put his cock away, rezipping his pants an straightening his shirt. A sheen of sweat on his face. He kissed her on the forehead.

"That'll be all, Johnson"

He kissed her full mouthed, his tongue caressing hers.

"Until next time m'lady"

And with that, he was gone. Yet again, Sarah had lost the game.

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