Game of Desire

This is my story and the original Russian story is published elsewhere.

Special thanks to The White Wolf5 for the excellent English translation!

1

Almost every Friday evening, we girls would gather in one of the dormitory rooms to play cards. Of course, only if nothing more interesting and noteworthy was happening at the time. It's not that we were avid card players or fans of such games. It was much simpler - we played for the fulfillment of a wish. Who would make the wish and who would fulfill it was determined quite simply: regardless of the card game, we would create a ranking at the end of the evening and based on the number of wins/losses or points, we would determine the winner and the loser. And the winner could make practically any wish, while the loser was obligated to fulfill it. And all the others watched with interest as it happened. You can only imagine what excitement this caused! First - not to end up among the losers. Then, to find out what specific wish had been made. And for dessert - to watch the loser fulfill it. There were no restrictions on the wishes, as I already said. Although, of course, jumping off a roof or in front of a train - no one even thought of such things. Honestly, most wishes had a sexual undertone. The range was very wide: from the harmless - running naked through all the floors of the dorm, to getting fucked by a black guy. What exactly would be wished for was determined by the winner's inclinations and her relationship with the losing girl.

Actually, I was usually lucky in these games, just as in life in general. Until this Friday, I was usually in the middle of the rankings. And I even won a few times. But remembering that fortune is fickle and next time I could lose myself, I never made anyone do anything too shameful. Therefore, when it happened, I was calm and even a little excited, waiting for the task to be announced. And when Irka, the senior student, said:

• You have to show your pussy to a random guy on the street.

I was stunned. This was certainly better than getting fucked by a black guy, but still very scary. I looked fearfully at the other girls, but none of them objected, and on the contrary, everyone enthusiastically began to discuss exactly what I should wear to fulfill this wish.

2

The next day I was walking through the park, waiting for them to tell me who to spread my legs for. The other girls followed behind me in a noisy group. It was warm, so I was wearing minimal clothing: a t-shirt, a very short skirt, and thin tights. This was the exact outfit approved by my tormentors. Lerkka even lent me the miniskirt, as I never had such short ones myself. The girls didn't know that, contrary to their instructions, I had also worn panties. But despite this, I felt as if I were walking almost naked. Especially since the unusually short skirt kept trying to ride up, and I had to regularly pull it down, which greatly amused my spectators.

Finally, they decided on a target: a handsome young man was sitting on a bench. I sat on the bench opposite him, while the girls quickly dispersed in different directions, trying to discreetly watch what was happening. The young man, as luck would have it, looked at me with interest and smiled. And I, burning with shame, instead of smiling back, spread my legs wide, exposing my crotch to his view, covered only by the delicate fabric of my panties and tights. This was probably not what he expected. Because, cursing, he jumped up and almost ran away somewhere. To say that I felt like a complete whore - that's saying nothing. I was ashamed and a little hurt by what the guy might have thought of me.

But even so, this shame was already over - I thought then. But I was wrong - when everyone gathered around me, Irka, who had approached last, suddenly lifted my skirt with a sharp movement, and everyone looked under it with interest. How she knew that I, breaking the rules, had worn panties - I don't know. But it was terrible. It turned out that I had tried to deceive everyone. This was punishable - no one forgave cheating.

The girls stepped back a few steps, and I anxiously awaited their decision. Nothing could be heard, which only added to my panic. After a few minutes, they finished their discussion and returned to me. Irka announced the verdict:

• So, Marina! Now you'll have to show your pussy not to one, but to three different men! And now we won't be backing you up. And we'll be recording everything on our phones! And to start - take off your panties!

• Right here? - I asked in bewilderment.

• Of course! We're not going to wait! - A chorus of voices rang out.

Realizing there was no way to get out of it, I looked around and, seeing some bushes nearby, headed toward them. The others, giggling and taking out their phones, hurried after me.

To take off panties, you first have to lift your skirt and remove your tights, and before that, your sandals too. And if you're not doing this in a room where you can throw the removed items on a bed or hang them on the back of a chair, but on the grass in a park behind bushes, then a lot of difficulties arise. And if at this moment you also have to cover yourself from random passersby and from depraved girlfriends trying to get a good shot, from different angles at that, then you can appreciate the level of my problems. But despite everything, I managed. And everything started again from the very beginning, I even had a slight feeling of déjà vu - I was walking through the park again, waiting for them to tell me who to spread my legs for. The other girls followed behind me in a noisy group. And only the coolness under my skirt from a light breeze reminded me that something had indeed changed.

3

We found the next guy on a remote alley. I myself would never have walked here, and certainly wouldn't have attracted the attention of such a character. And to do what I was tasked with in such a place and in front of such a guy - that was completely unthinkable. But there was no way out - and I myself was to blame for this.

The girls, like real spies, without consulting, without noise or panic, scattered in different directions, taking convenient positions for spying. Irka was the last to leave reminding me:

• Not less than a minute! Otherwise, it doesn't count!

I, nodding affirmatively, walked doomed to the opposite bench. Just as I thought, the thuggish guy noticed me and, looking me up and down with an evaluating gaze, whistled admiringly. From just his look, I felt as if he had stripped me naked. I really wanted to run away. But, restraining myself, I reached the bench and sat down, crossing my legs. And I began to gather my thoughts to dare to take the next step.

• Great hips, beauty! - came from the opposite side of the alley. I understood that I couldn't delay any longer - the treacherously short skirt left little room for the viewer's imagination, exposing too much to public view. Therefore, I decisively but as if accidentally spread my legs wider, completely opening the view to the main girlish secret and, closing my eyes, began to mentally count the seconds.

At first, nothing happened. I think the guy was just stunned by the surprise. But this didn't last long - by my calculation, only about 10 seconds. Then he got up and moved to my bench and sat next to me. And a second later, I felt his hand touch my slit. I was struck as if by electricity! I instinctively started to squeeze my legs and tried to grab his hand, but stopped in time - it wasn't enough to mess up now too!

So I, gritting my teeth, silently endured the insolent male hands groping between my legs. I just tried not to lose count of the elapsed time. By the time I counted to sixty, the guy had already started groping my breasts too. So I sat there, legs spread, allowing myself to be groped, until I counted to a hundred just to be sure, so I wouldn't be accused of breaking the rules again, while the guy's fingers "explored" my slit from the clitoris to the entrance of my vagina. But when, by my calculation, the necessary time had definitely passed, I tried to break free from the tight male embrace, but immediately realized that this would not be easy - he simply leaned on me, and moving him was beyond my strength. The guy's fingers had already penetrated inside me and were now imitating sexual intercourse, causing my involuntary moans.

There was no help to expect - in this part of the park, there was practically no chance of meeting random passersby, and the girls, according to the new rules, were not supposed to help me. At this moment, I imagined how they were now, hiding in the bushes, curiously filming what was happening and eagerly waiting for developments. And if I did nothing, I would be fucked right here, to everyone's delight. And the realization of this helped me make the right decision - I stopped resisting, letting the man do whatever he wanted. And I myself started to unbutton his pants. He liked this, and even moved away from me a little so that I could take them off. Which I did - pulling them down to his knees, along with his underwear. And only at this moment did I push him sharply, so that he even fell on the asphalt with his bare ass. I, on the other hand, jumped up and ran away - nothing hindered me, unlike the guy with his pants down. In general, today's adventures ended here. Not counting the fact that back in the dorm, everyone showed me the video with me in the main role. Not everyone managed to shoot with high quality, but everything necessary was visible. And if the footage where I was taking off my panties in the bushes, despite the fact that my slit was visible quite frankly many times, looked more like a comedy than erotica. But the groping on the bench already looked like real porn, although everyone had to shoot from a great distance and not from the best angles.

4

The next day, the trials continued. This time we didn't go to the park, as everyone was afraid of meeting that guy again, and headed to another part of the city. At first, we wandered through fairly lively streets, and I was seriously afraid that Irka might make me flash my pussy right in public. And if that had happened, I don't even know what I would have done, because I couldn't refuse, but to shame myself so publicly was also beyond my strength. But I was lucky - we turned into the courtyards and there were significantly fewer people here. And then we found a lone man sitting on a bench near an entrance. And Irka pushed me in his direction with the words "Go! Whore!"

The middle-aged man didn't pay attention to us at first. At first, I didn't understand why he, like an old grandfather, was sitting on the bench. But then I saw that a small dog was running around near him, and apparently, he was just walking it. For some reason, this fact calmed me down a lot, and I even relaxed a little from the tension that had been pursuing me until this moment. And although he looked quite rough - I would even say a bit thuggish, at least it was clear that the man had seen life from its worst side, and maybe had even served time, but the fact that he had a pet - made me feel kindly toward him. And the fact that there were no random passersby nearby was also worth a lot. Therefore, although Irka clearly wanted to humiliate me with her choice of object, I was even glad, but tried not to show it so that she wouldn't change her mind. For greater effect, I even tried to object, receiving an additional push in the back from her hand and the encouragement: "Come on, come on, slut, work!" Not tempting fate, I decided not to refuse anymore and headed toward the man, while the girls tried to inconspicuously take convenient positions for spying, which was a bit problematic in this courtyard. But that was their problem, not mine.

Approaching the man close enough, I decided to protect myself a little and make a preliminary arrangement with him not to let his hands wander:

• Sir! - I addressed him - I lost a card game and have to complete a task: show my slit to a strange man. If you promise not to touch me with your hands, then you'll be that man.

I decided to be a little cunning, hoping that he didn't know that I was supposed to show it specifically to him. But I think he saw through me, although he didn't show it, and said:

• A card debt is sacred. Of course, I won't touch you with my hands, but if you fulfill my conditions.

This made me a little nervous.

• What kind of conditions?

• Don't worry - he laughed - nothing complicated! But you'll have to show not only your pussy, but also your tits and ass. And besides, tell me your mobile phone number. And no bullshit - I'll check!

Of course, I had no opportunity to refuse. And really, it wasn't particularly difficult. Therefore, feigning some doubt, I still dictated my number, which he immediately checked, taking some archaic mobile phone out of his tracksuit pocket. Hearing the response ringtone from my bag, he nodded satisfactorily and stared at me expectantly.

There was no bench opposite, like yesterday in the park. And I didn't risk sitting next to him. Therefore, looking around and making sure that there were no strangers nearby, even the girls had hidden somewhere, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, higher than my waist. It was a bit unusual to pull the skirt up, rather than pull it down, but I didn't think much about it, as the next step I lifted my t-shirt. And then I tried to unbutton or at least shift my bra, but this didn't work right away - unlike the skirt, the t-shirt kept falling back and hindering me. The man even took the initiative to help me with this, although, as agreed, he didn't move from his place. But at this moment, the cups of the bra finally moved up, and my nipples playfully pointed toward the man. He just clicked admiringly:

• Beautiful girl! And you undress great! It's just a shame there's no music. And now spread your legs wider...

I automatically fulfilled his wish and only then thought that I could have not done this. But what's done is done - I stood, legs spread in front of the man, with my skirt lifted, without panties, and holding up my slipping t-shirt and bra, allowing him to admire my tits. It was very shameful. But besides shame, I also had surprise - why were my nipples sticking forward, as if after half an hour of intimate caresses. Could half a minute of my fumbling with the bra when I lifted it have been enough? Or was I so aroused?

The man, having admired what I was showing him, wanted me to turn my back. However, although we had agreed on this with him, I didn't immediately fulfill his request. Knowing Irka and her cunning, I first waited until at least a minute had passed while I was showing the man my slit, and only then turned my back. But when he offered me to bend over too, I literally sent him away, as I considered that I didn't owe anyone anything anymore, and just started dressing, returning all elements of clothing to their proper place. But the man, it seems, wasn't even offended by this, but on the contrary, laughed:

• Nothing, not all at once, doll!

I didn't pay attention to his words, but hurried to leave before events developed further. Adjusting my clothes, I found the girls around the corner of the house. Everyone, except Irka, was giggling merrily, looking at me with interest. What Irka didn't like - I don't know. Maybe she expected that a man of such a criminal appearance would definitely start groping me, or even something worse? But there was nothing to find fault with me - I not only showed my slit to a strange man, but generally everything possible and impossible. Therefore, Irka didn't accuse me of breaking the agreement, but said:

• You have one more time. But not today. I'll arrange it myself and tell you where to come.

Actually, according to our agreements, the man only had to be a stranger to me. But for some reason, I thought it applied to Irka too. The other girls, guessing that Irka had planned something depraved, unanimously supported her side in our dispute, and I was left in a clear minority. I had to accept this. And although I didn't yet know what it was about, I intuitively felt that I was in for something very depraved. But nothing could be changed, I could only wait.

5

Two days later, when we returned from classes, Irka gathered our small group and announced her decision:

• Get ready, Marina - you have two hours. You'll even have time to get yourself ready. You're going to a casting!

From her words, I was a bit lost.

• What casting?

• What casting... Erotic, of course! So, wear nicer underwear! - And here her lips spread into a vulgar smile, and she added - though it doesn't matter, they'll take it off anyway!

Looking at the others, I realized that I wasn't the only one who was lost. And I tried to refuse, citing that this wasn't suitable, as I wouldn't be able to prove whether I showed the man my slit or not. And besides, maybe there would be a woman at the casting, not a man. But Irka had a ready answer for everything:

• Don't worry, there will be a man, I guarantee! And for proof, you'll take a video from him, which he'll be filming! Just try your best to get him to agree to give it to you!

And, like two days ago, the other girls' eyes sparkled from vulgar thoughts, and everyone supported Irka that it was all according to the rules. I just thought angrily, wait, as soon as I win - you'll all dance for me! But, of course, I didn't say anything out loud. Irka gave me a phone number so I could arrange a specific time and place, and I went to my room. I didn't want them to be present when I would call.

When I called the number Irka gave me, a pleasant male voice answered, introducing himself as Arthur. He confirmed that they had arranged about me. And also, that he would be waiting for me in two hours, asking me not to be late, and named the address of the meeting place.

The next couple of hours flew by like in a dream, but in great turmoil - I was really preparing for the casting, because I felt a catch in Irka's words and was afraid that I "wouldn't be good enough" to get the filmed video. And then everything wouldn't end again. Therefore, I took a shower and even washed my hair. Then I spent a long-time choosing underwear, as I remembered what points Irka had emphasized. And as a result, by the appointed time, I was already standing at the door at the specified address, in full combat readiness.

6

It was a small office, in not the most popular business center. Opening the door, I was met by a not-young woman who, without asking anything, led me inside.

• And where's Arthur? - I asked - I have an appointment.

• Arthur will be here soon. You're probably Marina?

I nodded affirmatively. And looked around. The room was not big at all, even small: several chairs, a computer desk and an armchair - that was all the furniture in it. On the table, besides the monitor, lay a camera with a large lens, and there was unfinished coffee. On the back of one of the chairs hung women's panties, which slightly embarrassed me. Following my gaze, the woman smiled and hid these panties in a desk drawer:

• Someone forgot them. - She joked. - And don't be shy, make yourself comfortable. Coffe?

My throat was really dry from excitement, so I gladly agreed. The woman immediately bustled about, turned on the electric kettle, and while it was heating, took out another cup and began to pour coffee and some other spices into it. Also boasting that I had definitely never had such coffee before. I can't say that I was a great connoisseur and appreciator of this drink. And I had certainly never used spices for it. But I didn't want to look like a complete country girl, so I kept silent.

The coffee was indeed special - both in taste and effect. When I drank a cup with pleasure, I almost immediately felt an inexplicable excitement and felt that blood had literally rushed to my face. Hearing praise for the drink, the woman insisted on another cup, and the effect only intensified. Later, when I was thinking about the events at the casting, I began to suspect that something else had been added to the coffee besides the spices, something like "female Viagra." Although maybe it's just my fantasy, and I was simply influenced by the situation, but the fact remains - at that moment I felt real sexual arousal.

After the coffee, the woman suggested not waiting for Arthur and starting the necessary formalities right now. And I was not in a state to object. At first, it was very bureaucratic: the woman asked for my passport and carefully entered the necessary data into the computer. Simultaneously clarifying how old I was, where I studied, what my height, weight, and other boring questions were. But gradually the questions became more interesting. I don't know why, but she started asking: if I had a boyfriend, how many men I had had in total, what I like in sex, and how many times a week I have it. In another state, I would probably have refused to answer such personal questions, but being in inexplicable excitement, I even enjoyed revealing intimate details of my life. And after some time, this random woman already knew more of my secrets and mysteries than my own mother and all my friends combined. During the conversation, the woman periodically wrote something into the computer, probably filling out my form.

After about twenty minutes, the woman suggested starting a basic photoshoot, with the words that Arthur himself would conduct the extended one. I agreed, and after several standard poses, following the woman's instructions, I started undressing. Usually, I'm embarrassed to undress in front of strangers, even women. But now I was in such a mood that I easily posed even in underwear and was ready to undress completely, but unexpectedly the woman said that was enough and I could get dressed, since Arthur wasn't here yet.

I was even a little disappointed by this. It was stupid, because I hadn't come here for that at all, but nevertheless, it was so. When I got dressed, we sat and talked with this woman a little more. And although she didn't enter anything more into the computer, the conversation still revolved around sexual topics. It was very surprising for me to discuss intimate details and subtleties of sex with different men with an adult woman. She also told something from her experience, but I remembered little of it. Only the pleasure of being privy to someone else's secrets. But I do remember how I told in detail about my sex with each of my partners, and it was so detailed and intimate that I was reliving it all over again. And from this, my arousal and sexual tension only grew.

7

I don't know what could have happened if Arthur hadn't suddenly arrived. I had already forgotten about him and why I was here. Therefore, when he suddenly entered the office, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I stopped mid-sentence and, falling silent, looked at the man. He was older than me, but not much, about seven years. And had a rather cute, somewhat vulgar appearance. Actually, many girls of my age like this type. Although I prefer rougher men.

• Please continue-continue - he said, addressing us.

• Yes, we've already finished everything and are just waiting for you - the woman answered.

• Excellent! - said Arthur - then I'll join you.

I remembered that I would need the video and told him about it. He replied that he knew about this and, although they usually don't do this, he would be ready to give it to me if I tried my best. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I didn't bother with this and we started taking photos again. Only now both Arthur and the woman were shooting with two cameras, sometimes exchanging them. And another difference from the previous photoshoot was that Arthur actively helped me undress when it was his turn. He also tried to touch me extra at these moments, and even kissed me a couple of times. I can't say that it was unpleasant to me - Arthur acted skillfully, and I myself was in the right mood. But still, what was happening made me a little nervous. Especially when he took off my bra and started massaging my breasts. Although at this moment I still restrained myself.

But when he lowered my panties and started groping between my legs - I couldn't stand it and tried to stop it, but the man immediately reminded me that it wasn't in my interests to hinder him, and I had nothing to object to. It became clear that just demonstrating my slit for a minute wouldn't be enough. And indeed - after he completely removed all my clothes, except for the t-shirt pulled up to my neck, and had his fill of groping, he sat me on my haunches in front of him and pulled his dick out of his pants. I tried to object, but he didn't listen to anything, just poked it at my lips, and I, realizing the futility of resistance, gave up, slightly opening them and letting his dick into my mouth. At this moment, it dawned on me that I wasn't just giving a blowjob in front of witnesses, which had never happened in my life before, but was also allowing all this to be filmed - the woman didn't waste time and clicked her camera, and Arthur, holding my head with one hand, filmed the video of this process with the other.

From all this, I was literally torn by conflicting feelings, I was ashamed and wanted to run away, I was pressed by melancholy, from the understanding that I couldn't do this, otherwise everything would be in vain. And besides, my arousal had reached such a degree that I was ready to give myself to any man. Therefore, when Arthur pulled his dick out of my mouth and abruptly sat me on the edge of the table, I myself understood what to do and willingly spread my legs wide. And a moment later, the man, whom I was seeing for the first time in my life, entered my womb. And this was exactly what I needed right now. His dick confidently spread my labia and penetrated inside the vagina. At this moment, I didn't think about what I was doing, I didn't think about my boyfriend, I didn't even think about the fact that Arthur didn't wear a condom. I wasn't thinking about anything at all, which rarely happens to me. I was just fucking like the last bitch. And I had never felt so good during sex as now. Perhaps it also played a role that Arthur's dick turned out to be significantly longer and thicker than my boyfriend's. Therefore, he didn't just, as usual during sex, slide inside my excited pussy, but each time spread the walls of the vagina widthwise and, stretching it lengthwise, rested against the back wall, with a tangible push echoing in my uterus. This happened from the very beginning, when the man wasn't yet inserting his dick to its full length. But gradually he entered deeper and deeper, and the pushes to the uterus only intensified, adding unusual but at the same time very pleasant sensations from sex.

I don't know how long this continued. It was simultaneously infinitely long, because I managed to cum several times, which had also never happened to me before. And infinitely short, because when Arthur moaned and came on my stomach, smearing sperm all over my body, from pussy to breasts, I still wanted to continue, although I didn't have a drop of strength left.

I vaguely remember how the woman helped me wipe myself with wet wipes, get dressed and bring myself to some order. How Arthur transferred the video to my phone, how they called a taxi for me, and how I arrived at the dorm. In fact, I remember almost nothing from the moment Arthur's dick entered me! Only some fragments of memories and a feeling of all-consuming lust... And, yes, I was happy! I didn't know then that I would meet all three men again. And with some of them more than once! But all that will happen later. And now I was very thoroughly fucked, tired and happy. Why happy? Well, first, I managed to fulfill the wishes, which was not easy at all! And, second, I don't even know myself...

And what do you think?