I first saw her at that charity congress in my city. Christel. Curvy goddess. Full hips. Proud 95D tits that scream for hands like mine. No skinny bitches for me. She drops her bag. I dive to help. Heads crack together. ‘Ouch!’ We laugh. Bump swells on my forehead. She insists on buying me a drink. Pause hits. We slip to a quiet bar. She’s single. Mid-twenties. Fled a creep. New in town. Short. Twenty centimeters below me. Sparks fly.
Back to her place for ice on my lump. Boxes everywhere. Fresh move. She dabs gently. Chills race my skin. Then self-service lunch. She fusses. Takes my tray. Adjusts my chair. Guilt over the bump. I snap. Call her out. Her dark eyes tear up. Shit. I smooth it. She sobs harder. ‘Not used to kindness.’ We laugh again. Bond deepens. Weeks pass. Flirt. Then cards come up. ‘Know strip-poker?’ ‘No. But strip-battle?’ Heart pounds. Transgression calls. My cock twitches. We set rules at her place. Equal clothes. Loser strips piece chosen by winner. How they crave. Final loser directs finale. Excitement builds. Forbidden game. My secret rush.
The Awakening: Heads Collide, Desire Ignites
Doorbell. She opens in robe. Wet hair. Post-shower glow. Sensual as fuck. I bring flowers. She coos. Equal gear: her string, bra, mini-skirt, sheer top. Me: tie, shirt, pants, briefs. Game on. First round. She loses. ‘String. With teeth only.’ Dive under skirt. Teeth graze pussy lips. Tongue flicks clit. She moans. Fabric slides down thighs. Juices coat my chin. Next. She loses top. Nipples harden as I peel it off. Tits strain bra. She’s dripping. Wants my cock railing her doggy.
She wins. Tie gone. Hot kiss. Pants next. Cock strains briefs. She palms it. Precum beads. Shirt off. Tits rub my chest. Equal now: bra vs. briefs. Skirt off. I grope ass. Finger rosette. Palm slick pussy. Champagne. She grinds mound on my bulge. Last hand. Tie. King vs. Ace. I win.
She drops briefs. Sucks cock deep. Tongue swirls frenulum. Balls engulfed. Edges me. Kneels. ‘Take me.’ Bend her. Hands maul tits. Spill from bra. Suck nipples. Tongue navel. Bury face in cunt. Sniff lips. Suck clit. Legs on shoulders. Fingers probe ass. One. Two. Thumb joins. She quakes.
The Act: Stripping Down to Raw, Visceral Surrender
Pillow under hips. Ass up. Guides my cock. Slow thrust. Grips tight. She rocks. I piston. Balls slap wet. She screams submission. ‘Fuck my pussy now.’ Cleans cock with mouth. Grimaces at ass taste. Legs wrap neck. Slam home. Gland teases lips. She cums hard. Goosebumps ripple.
‘I haven’t cum.’ ‘How?’ Tits squeeze cock. Firm, soft tunnel. Thrust between globes. ‘Gonna blow!’ Jets hit throat, lips, hair, tits. Drenched.
We collapse. Secret bliss. No one knows. My thrill: daring the forbidden. Craving more games. Email if you dare share yours: phduc@wanadoo.fr.