Playing "The Game" Ch. 05

Olivia and Charlotte left their dorm room and walked downstairs to meet Charlotte's parents. When they got there, her parents were sitting in their car waiting, waving at the girls as they got closer. Charlotte was wearing a flowery dress that went just past her knees and had sleeves, while Olivia opted to wear the same skirt she wore the other night, black with white dots, and a light sweater. She felt odd having picked a skirt in the first place, but she thought this one looked cute even if it did show off more leg then she usually did.

Charlotte's parents greeted the two girls as they got in the car.

"Hi Olivia! I'm Margaret and this is Hank," Charlotte's mother said point at Charlotte's dad in the driver's seat, "we've heard so much about you!"

Olivia smiled and said "hi" back to the two parents in the front. The drive to the restaurant didn't take long, ten or fifteen minutes, and the ride consisted of a lot of small talk, questions about where Olivia was from, her family, if it was hard being so far away from home. The same questions she had answered before, many times. Charlotte sat beside her filling in pieces of information when she could. She looked cute in her dress, usually she wore leggings and sports attire, so this was something different, Olivia smiled at her.

The car pulled up to the restaurant, a family establishment with a variety of choices.

"We heard this place was pretty good so we thought we'd give it a try," Hank said while turning off the car and opening his door.

Hank was dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of khakis, classic father wear, and Margaret was in a pair of jeans and a sweater, she definitely didn't look old enough to be Charlotte's mom, but Olivia could see where Charlotte got her good looks now.

The four of them sat at a round table in the middle of the restaurant and were having a good time. They ordered what they wanted, and the drinks they liked. The time ticked by and Olivia felt good being part of something that felt a little like her family. It had been a long time since she had felt anything like this.

Olivia excused herself and went to the washroom. She was happy and smiling as she went, her mind free of stress. She sat on the toilet and opened her phone, checking her texts and was about to open Instagram, but instead clicked The Game. Her mind quickly ran through her day, the cocks, the carpet, the toy, and she felt a flutter coarse through her body. The app opened and she was greeted with the main screen.

Level 14 Completed!

Level 15?

She clicked "Yes" not really thinking about it.

Task 1?

Her finger hovered over the "Yes" button, she knew it was a risk to do it now. It could be a task that she had to do now. But it could also be a task that gave her more time. The options battled in her head, her heart beat faster and her pussy moistened, she knew what she was going to do. "Yes".

Task 1: Suck a cock

5:00

Olivia almost fell off the toilet. Five Minutes. Suck a cock in 5 minutes. She started to freak out. How was she going to suck a cock in five minutes. Everything hit her like a slap in the face, her life falling apart, the shame, the disgust, everything was going to happen, this was it, this was the end. Her head fell into her hands, her panties still around her ankles, her pussy still sitting above the toilet.

"No Olivia, no, you can do this," she whispered to herself. She couldn't give up, she had to do this no matter what. If Charlotte and her family found out that was better than her family and everyone she knows. She got up, pulling her panties with her, determined to find a cock to suck. She looked at her phone, 2:21, 2:20, 2:19.

Her mind went through where she could find a cock in 2 minutes. The kitchen had guys, but that would be too hectic and busy and she would probably be thrown out. The main dining room was way too public and she would probably be arrested. Finally it hit her. Men's washroom. Olivia shuddered a little thinking about how gross it would be, but she didn't have a choice. 1:45, 1:44, 1:43.

Olivia pushed the door open and walked out of the women's washroom and walked down the hall to the next door. She slowly pushed it open, looking behind her to make sure no one saw her, finally she stepped in, the door closing behind here. There was one man at the urinal pissing. Olivia slowly walked towards him, trying not to make any noise. As she got closer to him, her mind focused on her task, she knelt down just behind him, looking at her phone, 1:18, 1:17, 1:16. It was now or never.

"Ummm, excuse me..." she mumbled, she didn't know what else to say, "I need to suck your cock..." it was embarrassing, shameful, and horrible. She hated herself. Her pussy loved her.

The man turned around completely shocked by what he had just heard. "What?" he asked stunned.

The man's face finally came into view and any level of shame that Olivia had had before was shattered. The man standing in front of her with his cock out, still glistening with his piss, Charlotte's father, Hank.

"Olivia! What are you doing?!" Hank yelled as his hands started to push his cock back into his pants.

"No please!" Olivia yelped, her hand shooting up and grabbing Hank's cock before it disappeared. Her heart sank as she was so desperate to suck her roommate's dad's cock. She had never felt this level of embarrassment before, it burned through her body and lit her cunt on fire. "I need to suck a cock right now! I can't tell you why, I just need too!"

Hank's eyes grew as he looked down at his daughter's roommate saying how much she needed to suck cock. He couldn't even get words out of his mouth. Before he knew it her small hand was wrapped around his cock and her tongue was touching the tip.

Olivia tasted Hank's cock as it grew in her hand. She could taste the piss on the top and it didn't gross her out like the other night, she started to suck on it deeper. His cock kept growing, not as big as the dildo she now had, but much bigger then the disgusting ones at the sex shop.

As it grew Olivia tried to get more of it in her mouth to make sure that she completed her task. After a few minutes of gently sucking the cock she looked down at her phone and saw that the task was completed. She let the cock flop out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.

"I'm so sorry I had to do that," Olivia said looking down at the floor and then up to Hank.

Hank's eyes looked down at her, his hard cock sticking out towards her, his words hit her hard. "You don't get to do that and then stop. Get back up here and finish me off you slut!" he said sternly.

Olivia was shocked. This was not what she thought was going to happen. Her mind had the situation playing out with her being embarrassed and him being shocked. But now he wasn't shocked, he was angry because she didn't make him cum. What had her life become?

Apparently she was doing too much thinking and not enough sucking as the next thing she felt was a rough tug on her hair. Hank put his hand behind her head and grab a ball of hair forcing her off her heels and back up on her knees. "Suck my cock!" he growled.

Olivia opened her mouth and started to take the cock into her mouth. Her head started to bob back and forth on the hard cock in her mouth. Her mind was having trouble comprehending what was going on, but the more time that passed the more her body let go and did it's job.

Hank's hand stayed on the back of Olivia's head and started to force her deeper onto this cock. She felt herself gag and tried to get off his cock but he forced her back on right away. Drool and slobber was running out of her mouth and down her sweater. Her hair was a complete mess. Harder and faster his cock rammed into her mouth.

"UGH GGGUHGGG GUHHG UGHHHGGGG," were the only sounds coming out of Olivia's mouth. She didn't have any control. Her mouth was just a place for Hank's cock to go. She started to get more worked up, she could feel her pussy dripping underneath her, her hand went where it wanted, landing on her panties as she started to rub her cunt.

"Wow, you're a nasty whore aren't you," Hank said ramming his cock into her mouth even harder, "you are going to make me cum soon you slut!"

Olivia couldn't believe the words coming out of Charlotte's father's mouth, but she loved them, as her mouth was being raped, she rubbed her pussy even harder, trying to get off herself.

"Come on bitch, make me cum, we have to get back to the table before Charlotte and her mom wonder where we are!"

The words were so shameful, disgraceful, she couldn't handle it. Olivia forced her mouth onto the cock harder, retching, and then continuing over and over, trying to get them cum out of Hank's cock. She was so close to cumming herself, so wanted it, she needed it, she rubbed her clit even harder.

A few more thrusts and Hank started to shoot his load. Olivia moved back and the cum started to shoot all over her face. At the same time the scene was too much for her and a hard orgasm shot through her body making her shake and spasm on the floor.

"There you go you slut... I can't believe how hot you are," Hank said before pushing Olivia down on the floor and doing up his pants, "better get cleaned up and come back to the table. See you there," he said as he chuckled.

Olivia laid on the floor for a minute or two, trying to gather her thoughts. She knew she had to get up soon or someone else would find her there. She forced herself to her hands and knees and then up on her feet. Her head turned towards the mirror and she saw herself. Her hair was a mess and it along with her mouth and face were covered in cum. Even her sweater had a streak or two. A tear joined the cum on her cheek as she let the shame wash over her. Olivia knew that this was partially her fault, but at the same time felt angry that he had done that. The whole situation was dirty, and disgusting. Her cunt twitched, her mind fought back.

Five minutes later Olivia finally returned to the table. Charlotte looked at her while she walked up, looking at her face and then down to knees, bright red from kneeling. Charlotte knew what Olivia was doing and smirked. Olivia's face went bright red knowing that Charlotte knew something was up.

"Are you OK dear?" Margaret asked as Olivia sat down, "you were away for so long!"

"Oh, ya, I'm OK, just a little stomach issue," Olivia lied, her eyes staying down on the table.

The four of them got back into the small talk of the evening while waiting for their food to arrive. Both Hank and Olivia tried to avoid talking to each other in order to cut down on the awkwardness. As far as Olivia could tell Margaret and Charlotte couldn't tell anything was odd.

The appetizers arrived and the four of them ate quickly having waited so long for the food to arrive. Olivia tried to focus on the food, on the talking, anything but what had just happened in the washroom. Unfortunately that was short lived. As the appetizers were removed from the table Olivia felt a hand rest on her knee. Her face turned red and she turned her glare to Hank. He smiled at her and continued on a conversation across the table.

Olivia tried to push his hand away but he was too strong, there was nothing she could do without creating a scene. She sat there, trying to look normal, trying to continue being part of the conversation, but through it all Hank's hand continued up her leg until it eventually landed on her pussy. His fingers started to massage her clit through her wet panties there at the table with his wife and daughter. Between the appetizers leaving and the mains arriving Olivia had a personal clit massage right there in public. Her cunt continued to get wetter and wetter, she had no control.

Thankfully the mains showed up and Hank had to bring his hand up to the table to eat. Olivia refrained from looking at him for the rest of the dinner. She moved her chair over slightly and crossed her legs to keep him from trying anything again. It was an awkward end to the meal for sure.

The meal ended and Hank and Margaret gave Charlotte and Olivia a ride home. Hank giving Olivia a hug for what seemed to be too long. He smiled at her, she gave no response. She knew she could never go for dinner with Charlotte's family again. As Hank and Margaret drove away Olivia felt a weight lift from her shoulders, she let out a deep sigh.

In their room both girls got changed into their pajamas, Charlotte into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, and Olivia into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They chatted about the dinner and how it went, what Olivia thought of her parents, and how it was nice to have a family meal. The whole time she tried to avoid any talk of her roommates father, Hank.

As the conversation slowed Netflix came on and they watched a show together. It was the perfect way to end the week and to forget about what had happened earlier. As the show ended they both agreed it was a good time to go to sleep. Olivia closed her eyes and she saw Charlotte looking at things on her phone, the light making her face glow. "Goodnight," she said while falling asleep.

*** The Game "Headquarters" ***

"Holy shit! Steve you have to see this!" Mark yelled over montioning for Steve to join him.

"Ya, what is it?" Steve said leaning over the back of Mark's chair.

"Remember that little slut who sucked our cocks earlier?"

"Uhhh, which one? There were a few," Steve chuckled.

"Farfromhome, remember her? Anyway, watch this video," Mark pressed play and the two of them watched the video of Olivia sucking Hank's cock in the washroom.

"Wow, that was fucking hot, he really fucked the face of that cunt... but what's so special?" Steve wondered.

"That guy, the old guy, that was her roommates dad!" Mark blurted out.

Steve's jaw dropped and they both looked at each other before breaking out laughing.

"Fucking cunts these days, they will do anything!"

*** Olivia ***

The first thing Olivia felt was the covers being ripped off her body and the cold air hitting her skin. The second thing she felt was the harsh words streaming down towards her.

"You fucking slut!" she heard yelled from behind her, "I can't fucking believe you!"

Olivia turned over, stunned to hear the words being thrown at her. It was still dark out, she didn't know what time it was, or how long she had been asleep. All of her senses were screaming at her trying to figure out what was going on. Her eyes focused on the person standing over her, Charlotte.

"You gave my dad a fucking blowjob at dinner! How big of a whore are you?" Charlotte yelled at her again.

Olivia didn't know what to do, she tried to explain, "No, wait, it was a mistake..."

Charlotte's hand came down hard across Olivia's face so hard Olivia's face turned away from the force.

"Shut the fuck up Olivia! I saw the video! I don't care what happened, I just know you gave my dad a fucking blowjob you whore! I could tell what clothes you were wearing you fucking idiot!" Charlotte continued to scream.

"Wait, please, please..." Olivia tried to talk but tears started to roll down her face as she sobbed.

Charlotte stood looking down over her, anger in her face, rage flowing through her body.

"I bet you fucking loved it didn't you? Being such a big fucking disgusting whore, you just loved sucking that cock in the bathroom, my dad's fucking cock. AHHH!" Charlotte yelled again before slapping Olivia across the face again. Her cheeks getting red. "Do you like that whore? Do you like getting slapped across the face? I bet you do!"

Charlotte grabbed a handful of Olivia's hair and pulled her closer to her and slapped her hard across the face three more times, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! Tears were flowing down Olivia's face from the punishment. She tried to raise her arms to defend herself but it was no luck.

"Tell me slut, do you like being slapped like a fucking bitch?" Charlotte's words rained down on Olivia like fire. "I bet you fucking do... here let's take a look"

Charlotte let go of Olivia's hair, and Olivia fell back on the bed. Charlotte's hands grabbed the bottom of Olivia's shorts and roughly pulled them off before throwing them across the room. Olivia's pussy was now out in the open and Charlotte stared down at.

"Holy fucking shit look at you, your pussy is fucking soaked! You are the biggest fucking whore there is!" Charlotte continued. Olivia looked down in horror, she was right, her pussy was wet, her body going against her mind again. She felt a hand come down hard, slapping her exposed cunt.

"Here you go slut, I bet you like this too," her roommate said as she continued to slap her pussy harder and harder. It was getting red and raw and the pain was shooting through her, but even with everything going on she felt extremely turned on and part of her didn't want it to stop.

"Come on slut... Come on Olivia... tell me how much you love it, how much you love me slapping you, slapping your face, slapping your cunt, you love to be beat up don't you, you love to feel the shame of being hit, you're a fucking nasty whore aren't you?"

Olivia sat there trying to say nothing, trying to resist, Charlotte's hand came down and slapped her cunt harder then before and then brought her other hand hard against her face leaving a red hand print.

"Tell me slut! Tell me how much you love it! Or else!" Charlotte said straight into Olivia's face, "if you don't tell me the truth I'm going to text your family right now!"

Olivia could feel Charlotte's hot breath against her face, everything was in overload, she was losing control of everything. Her mind tried to wrap itself around the situation, how she had got herself here, how her roommate had found out, and now how to get out of the predicament she was in. Another slap came across her face.

"Come on bitch! Tell me!" Charlotte yelled inches away from her face.

Olivia didn't know what to do. Her mind was racing, struggling with the shame, the pain, and the fact that she let her one friend down. But her body was responding to everything differently. Her pussy was soaking wet from all the attention. Each slap, either on her face or pussy sent shockwaves through her body. Every second that went by Olivia realized more and more that she really did love it, she loved the abuse, the pain, the humiliation, it drove her wild. Everything was spinning, the battle going on internally, she had to find a way out, or give in, it was one or the other. The latter won.

"I like it..." Olivia said quietly in response to Charlotte's latest tirade.

"Oh come on slut, you more than like it, be honest with me," the words were followed with a hard slap across her face again. The stinging sending waves down to her already soaking pussy.

Olivia let the waves flow through her and return to her mouth letting out how she was really feeling, "I fucking love it..." she said a little louder.

"Louder whore!"

"I fucking love it!" Olivia yelled out hoping people outside of their room didn't hear her. Her face turned red, not from the slaps alone, but now from the shame. The truth had been released and now it was out in the open.

"That's what I thought, you're just a pathetic pain slut aren't you?"

"Yes!" Olivia said back, not even understanding what she was saying.

Charlotte's hand reached for Olivia's t-shirt and pulled it up exposing her tits and stomach. Her hand came down hard on each one, first her left, then right breast before slapping her stomach too.

"There you go slut, you like to be beaten up, made into nothing, look at this flabby stomach, how disgusting, it deserves to be slapped," Charlotte slapped her stomach again making it red.

Tears began to well in Olivia's eyes again as the words being hurled at her hurt more then the slaps. She felt more slaps hit her tits and then her stomach again, everything was red, everything hurt, and through it all her pussy gushed.