Friday Quickie: Video Games
I have an idea.
He was sitting on the couch when she spoke those words, a seductive gleam in her eyes. He knew that look; that look meant she had something kinky and depraved up her pussy sleeves.
Oh? Tell me love, what’s your idea?
She smiled at him. You know how I am really, like really good at Mario Kart?
He laughed loudly, smiling back at her. He’d lost tons of races against her in the past, and knew how she loved to remind him. I’m aware, yes.
Well, I was thinking, she said, sitting beside him on the couch, rubbing her hand over his hardening cock under his clothes. What if we made things interesting? Levelled the playing field?
I’m listening, he said, moving a hand towards one of her tits, giving it a light squeeze.
What if, she said wryly, what if we played a round with me on the floor with your cock buried in my pussy?
His smile widened. You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention. His cocked twitched as he spoke.
Just one cup, babe, she said, licking his neck and up toward his ear. If you win, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.
Babe, you already let me do whatever I want to you.
Together, they moved the coffee table out of the way, clearing space on the soft carpet in front of the TV. She stripped for him, standing completely naked before him, before getting on her hands and knees and spreading her legs, giving her ass a shake for good measure.
Fuckkkk, the soft words spoken under his breath. While she loaded up the game, he stripped and got into place behind her, ready to slide deep inside her.
She picked a cup, he didn’t even care which one, too distracted by the gleaming wet pussy in front of him. He picked his standard player, and as the first race loaded he slid into her. She moaned in response, making his cock even harder.
The countdown to the race was about to begin. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, Ready to lose?
She shook her ass, grinding herself against him. We’ll see.
The race was on, and as usual she took the lead. By the start of the final lap, she had a huge lead, and he was fighting for his life to keep second.
How are you so good at this, he asked, thrusting into her in an attempt to distract her.
You’re cheating, she said, but he could hear the smile in her voice.
You say that like this wasn’t the whole point.
She laughed, and came in first place. He finished the race in second, and used the time in between races to fuck his pretty little toy in front of the TV. She moaned, dropping the controller as she ground her ass deeper into him.
He tossed his controller to the side, and pounded her into the carpet, the game completely forgotten. She came for him, coming in first a second time, still on her knees. She arched her back and threw her head back toward, making him grab her hair to pound into her even harder, deeper.
He finished inside her, slumping over her limp and sweaty body. She was panting, her orgasm still leaving her weak under him.
But he knew her, knew how competitive his little slut could be.
Next race? He could feel himself already getting hard again at her words.
