The Game

All of the streets were a blur on his drive home. He wasn’t concentrating on the road or looking out for the other drivers, he had only one focus; getting home.

“Brad, I came home early today, I was too horny to stay at work. I have been lying here, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy. I won’t let myself come; I am waiting for you to do that. Hurry home.”

That was the message he got on his voice mail at work that afternoon. From that moment, he was hard and just wanted to get home to Jane to fuck her. He had tried to leave early but it just wasn’t in the cards that day, so now he was speeding along, praying for green lights.

He fumbled the keys several times as he tried to open the door. He wanted in so badly that it seemed like his own keys were conspiring against him. Finally he got the door open. Jane was laying on the chaise lounge splayed with two fingers sliding deep into her pussy.

She was in the mood to drive Brad over the edge, when she heard the keys in the door she made sure to be picture perfect for him; legs wide, fingers deep, lips parted. As he opened the door she saw the flushed look on his face, saw that his tan suit had a dark spot from the pre-cum leaking from his already hard dick and she knew all of her well laid plans for the night were going to work.

Five strides and he was smothering her, kissing her as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie. His hands seemed to not be working and he was fumbling with his buttons like he had the keys. She took over, getting her juices all over his silk tie as she took it off him. She licked the places on his chest that her lacquered nails had scraped as she slid each button through the hole.

Brad was in agony, getting un-dressed was taking too long, as she slid each button out he could only think of sliding in; he wanted to be inside Jane. His shirt and tie were off, his belt undone and his zipper down, that was as undressed as he was going to get at the moment.

Jane stopped him just as he was about to slide in, “So you know what day it is?”

He didn’t have to think about, “Thursday,” he replied. Then it hit him, Thursday was game day.

Game day had begun months ago. Jane would try to temp him and throw him over the edge. If he could resist and control himself he got rewarded, if he couldn’t he got punished. So far he had never lost control and never been punished. More than just getting rewarded his holding out often tortured to Jane.

He quickly weighed his options. He was already too far, he needed her too much. He decided this time Jane was going to win the game.
He pushed forward and found himself sliding into Jane. He could not remember her ever being wetter than she was now, hot and wet. After sliding in and out only a few times he was already on the verge trying to hold back, Jane was on there too.

She had thought all day about what was going to happen and what she was going to do to Brad. She had teased herself to the point that she couldn’t stand it. Usually it would take lots of foreplay and Brad prolonging how long he was inside for her to orgasm, but after a few strokes she was there. Her legs started to shake, her body started to shake, she screamed.

Brad could feel her muscles squeezing him and that was it, he let go. It was intense, her muscles kept squeezing him as he came and it pulled on him, pulled every drop from him; drained, satisfied.

“You know we need to shower and get ready.” Brad had collapsed onto Jane and it felt like a Herculean effort to look up at her as she spoke.

“What do you mean?” Brad only wanted to recover and had no idea what Jane meant by getting ready.

Jane smiled, she knew he would have forgotten and now she was going to get to punish Brad in a way he had never imagined. “The cocktail thing your firm is having tonight.”

Brad just groaned, he had completely forgotten. He pushed himself off Jane and headed toward the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped in. As the steam started to build the shower door opened.

Jane got under the water with him, sliding her body against his. They had showered together many times, but Jane had plans for this shower. She grabbed the soap and started to lather Brad up; his chest, his back, his arms, his legs, she was left with only one part of his body that was not soapy.

She started running the soap over his balls, then his cock. She made sure that she had enough lather then reached over to grab the razor from the shelf, where she had placed it earlier. She started to shave him.

His gasp was audible. This was not what he expected. She leaned up to his ear with the water from the shower spraying over them “Only part of your punishment.” She continued to shave him until his penis and balls were naked and exposed.

They got out of the shower and dried off. She finished more quickly than he did and then started to help him with drying off. When he was dry she sat down and started to lick.

He did not dare say a word. Jane had never shown this kind of initiative. She never wanted to give him a blow job and here she was taking all of him, then alternately taking each of his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on them as well. She just kept sucking on him moving her lips to the base then sliding them to the tip, moving her tongue against his frenulum (go ahead and google that) all along the way. He had come just twenty minutes ago, but he was ready again.

She stopped, looked up at him, “I already laid your clothes out for tonight; we had better finish getting ready.” His frustration was palpable “Just a little of your punishment.” she looked at him and smiled.

It was a smile he had never seen before and it almost chilled him. There was something different about her tonight. It turned him on, but it made him nervous.

He went to the bed where she had indicated that she had laid out his cloths and reached for the boxer briefs she had out for him. He started to put them on.

“Before you put those on I have another punishment for you.” Jane had laid his clothing out strategically so that he would put them on while standing at the end of the bed. Now she gave him a shove so that he was face down on the bed, his feet still on the floor and underwear at his ankles, a very vulnerable position.

Brad was stunned when her hand came down on his ass. Then she started to rub the spot she had just smacked. She moved behind him so that her legs were touching his, while continuing to massage him, pinning him to the bed. Jane had never been aggressive before, this was a new experience.

Jane reached over to get something in the covers of the bed. Then her hand was back massaging him, she started to move in, using her body weight and the angle he was in to pin him down more. She made one swift movement and it was done. Brads gasp was audible, he was trying to get up, but she had him at a disadvantage and even with her smaller size was able to keep him pinned.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Brad was demanding, he was indignant, he was pissed.

“Like I said a little punishment, time to take it, and for you there is only one place you can. Don’t worry it is only a small vibration egg, with a remote.” Jane pushed the button. “You keep telling me how you want to fuck me up the ass, well your turn first, you make it through this tonight and I will let you.”

The vibrating sensation was not bad, it didn’t hurt, but still Brad’s sensibilities were warring. He had been asking for, begging for and pushing for Jane to try the anal thing for quite some time. He was having a hard time accepting that this was okay, but the lure of being able to later turn the tables on Jane and finally get his way won out. He stopped struggling. “Okay you can have your punishment, but if I do this tonight you will have to live up to your end of the deal.”

Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “It’s a deal.” Jane moved back a little, bent down and pulled his boxer briefs up.
They both started dressing, getting ready for the party. Brad was trying to adjust to the sensations he was experiencing. They weren’t bad, just different, something to get used to. They finished getting ready in silence and went down to the car.

Getting into the car, sliding into the seat Brad felt things move a bit. When the little egg shifted, he felt more comfortable, not so conscious of it. He started the car and pulled out of the garage with Jane sitting next to him. She turned on the CD player and selected one of her favorites, The Chauffer.

She put her hand on his thigh and then slowly moved it upward until it settled on his cock. She looked at him, liked her lips then pushed the button on the little remote. Brad startled at the vibration. Now that the little toy had shifted he felt a completely different sensation, instead of just not hurting, this time it felt kind of good.

Jane pushed the button again and stopped the vibration. “When I do that to you at the party you can’t jump like that.” Brad didn’t know what to say, and they were arriving so he just swallowed and said okay. He pulled up to the valet and handed over his keys. Jane took his arm and they went in.

The party was the usually booze and schmooze. Jane stayed on his arm and made polite noises while he listened to various clients talk about how wonderful they were. Things were the usual until one of the partners at the firm came up to them. The partner wanted to discuss Brad’s career track, Jane pushed the button on the remote again. Brad almost lost it, but somehow kept his composure.

The situation was stressful and erotic at the same time. He needed to make a good impression and project the image the firm expected, but the vibration also felt good. A minute later Jane pushed the button and stopped it. Brad finished with his conversation, he turned to Jane to ask her what she was doing, but before he could say a word she excused herself to get a drink.

As she walked away form him one of the firms biggest clients came up to him. A word from this client and Brad’s career could take off or disintegrate.

Jane watched him from across the room. The conversation looked to be going well, Mr. Timber, the firm’s biggest client, was laughing and smiling and slapping Brad on the back. She couldn’t resist, she pushed the button again. For the briefest moment Brad stiffened, then relaxed again. If she had not known what she was looking for she would have missed it.

She was feeling a sense of power and it was an intoxicating turn on. She was so wet she could feel a bead of moisture start to slide down her thigh. She grabbed another flute of champagne and started walking back towards Brad.

She handed him the glass and introduced herself in one flawless motion. After the introduction and she had a hand free she again pushed the motion on the remote. Brad looked over at her. Though startling for the first couple of moments he had come to enjoy the sensation and now felt a bit of a loss once it was gone.

This went on for a couple more hours, Jane pushing the button, Brad finding the sensation more and more enjoyable. He had to work harder and harder to keep from getting a visible hard on. Thankfully his boxer briefs and the cut on his pants kept it from being obvious as long as he didn’t get a full on erection.

Finally the party was breaking up and they could leave. They walked out and Brad gave the valet his ticket. When the valet walked away to get their car Brad turned to her, pulled her hard against him and kissed her. She pushed the button again and he deepened the kiss. They were standing there in front of the restaurant she dripping wet, he fully hard pressing against each other, both trying to pull something from the other, but unable.

The valet cleared his throat and Brad broke free. They got in the car. When the doors were closed Jane pushed the button again and leaned over to kiss Brad, letting her hand fall to his crotch. Brad felt eyes on him and broke free. He looked out the window and saw several valets watching. He put his seat belt on, shifted his car into gear and hit the gas.

As they drove home Jane left the vibrating egg going. She unzipped his pants and moved her hand inside. She pushed his boxer briefs down so that his cock was exposed. Then she leaned down and started sucking on him.

Brad was glad their condo was so close; there was only so much he could take. He was harder than he ever remembered being. He had accepted that the vibrating egg felt very good and he as ready to come again, but one thing was stopping him.

“Jane you have to stop, you promised me something and you have to stop because I need to collect on that promise.” Jane slowed the motions of her tongue and slowly withdrew as they pulled into their parking garage. Jane stopped the egg from vibrating.

They got into the elevator, Brad hit the button to the 12th floor, then pulled Jane to him. He kissed her and started to undo the buttons at the back of her dress. Jane undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. The elevator dinged indicating they had reached their floor and the doors slid open.

Their clothes in disarray they stepped out. Brad had the keys in his hand, but Jane took them from him and slid them into the lock. They tumbled into their condo and kept undressing each other as they went to the bed.

They finished stripping and he laid her back, his cock ready to enter her anal opening. “Brad, you can’t do it that way.” Jane said and offered him a small bottle of lubricant, the same she had used on the egg that was still inside him.

Brad took it and opened the bottle. He drizzled it over her clit, so much that it slid down; between her lips, the between her cheeks until it was covering her anal opening. Then he again moved against her, until he was poised, ready to breach her. A little resistance and then finally, she relaxed and he slid in. As he slid in once again Jane hit the remote.

Brad could not believe how good it felt, he was getting his fantasy of fucking Jane up the ass and somehow having the pleasure intensified by the toy. He was ready to come. Jane was tightening.

Jane was afraid that it would hurt to finally let Brad have his way, but this did not hurt. She was so turned on from the night, from what she was doing to Brad, from what he was doing to her, she just wanted more. “Yes, give me more, fuck me hard.”

That was all Brad needed, he quickened the pace and Jane tightened and screamed; he came; she came.

Both were done. Jane moved her hand to Brad’s ass and pulled the little egg out. They were done. Brad knew that he would let Jane win more. Sweet satisfied sleep.

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