The Game Ch. 03

Paul stood, slowly clapping and moved towards her as the final seconds counted down. "Well done," he said, smiling. "Really L-, that was impressive. And so close too"

"Wha-?" she panted, confused, "I finished it?"

Paul wiped his hand across L-'s face, gathering up the small traces of sauce that lingered there onto his middle finger.

"..you missed a bit" he said wickedly, and lifting her with his clean hand by her hair he bent her forward over the table and pinned her to the glass top, crushing her breasts against the surface. She cried in protest, but Paul's free hand was already working up her short skirt and he was burying his fingers into her sopping wet slit. At first this felt pleasurable, and she gasped at the sensation of having his fingers so roughly penetrate her, but within a few moments the oil from the sauce had built from an itch to an uncomfortable burn against her pussy, and her moans turned to pained cries as he continued to probe her wet slit.

"Does that hurt, Miss L-?" he crooned over her shoulder, as she helplessly struggled beneath him.

"Oww you fucking bastard, yes it burns, stop it!" she cried, even as the pain from the sauce blended with the pleasure of having his fingers rubbing firmly against her G-spot.

"Oh, well if you want me to be a 'fucking' bastard, I guess I could do that instead. You want me to fuck you, is that it?" he asked

She turned her eyes to face him, full of spite "Go on then, fuck me" she said. *Let's see how you feel when the sauce is on your cock* she thought.

"Well if you insist," he replied, removing his fingers but pressing firm on the small of her back. She heard him undo his fly and felt the familiar warmth of his erect cock pressed against her, but was surprised by the cool trickle of lubricant dripping into her ass. Immediately she realised he wasn't going to use her pussy.

"I think your pussy might burn a bit, don't you?" he said, pressing the tip of his cock against her tight asshole. She clenched her teeth to avoid giving him the satisfaction of admitting that she wanted this; between the tail and the duster her handle, her rear had been teased enough. Her ass gave way to the head of his cock, and once fully embedded closed tightly around his shaft. She heard him pause and groan in delight, before gradually leaning forward and pushing himself deeper inside of her. Despite her moans he didn't stop his progression until he was buried to the hilt inside of her, holding himself there in full conquest of his beautiful little slut maid, before withdrawing so that he could begin rhythmically sawing in and out of her tight asshole.

"Good girl," she heard him utter, engrossed in his own pleasure, "Good little slut. You like when I fuck your ass, don't you Miss L-?"

She refused to voice her assent, but couldn't deny that she was loving every moment of her domination. He took her hand and guided it back to her clit, which he had mercifully avoided contacting the sauce. Encouraging her to work the nub in tight circles as he pumped in and out of her ass, she couldn't help but eliciting moans of pleasure. She felt his hand come down hard against her cheek.

"Answer me!" he barked, swatting her ass hard again "Tell me you love me fucking your ass!"

"Mmnn, I love it"

*SWAT* "Love what!?"

"I love you fucking my ass, Sir" she cried, taken aback by his aggression and lost in the thrill of feeling him deep inside her as she worked her clit, the sensations masking the burning in both her mouth and her pussy. Her admission brought out a frenzy of passion from Paul; he began to pound even harder into her asshole, holding both her hair and her throat for leverage. He was growling in pleasure behind her, and his rhythm became lost as he approached his own climax.

"I am going to cum, L-" he said, as much to himself as to her, "I am going to cum deep in your ass. Tell me you want it"

She knew it was what he wanted to hear, but couldn't deny she wanted it too, "Yes sir, I want to feel you cum in my ass!" she cried, and with that she heard him groan loudly behind her, his cock pulsating as his cum spurted deep inside of her. He paused, breathless, letting the final drops release from his throbbing cock, and then let his weight fall against her back. His beard nuzzled against her neck as the frenzy he had experienced evaporated. "Good girl" he whispered breathlessly in her ear, "That was amazing, L-"

Slowly he withdrew from her, allowing his beard to stroke gently down her back as he pulled away. As he fell to his knees behind her, she felt his breath cool against her tingling slit. "Does this still hurt, Miss L-?" he asked tenderly, stroking his hands over the back of her thighs and up towards her reddened cheeks, gently parting them. "Here, let me kiss it better.."

His first kiss was gentle against the soft lips of her pussy. He then proceeded to lick gently first from the clit, back towards her rear and deftly probing deeper with his tongue, before returning down to settle back at her sensitive nub and begin licking feverishly, spurred on by L-'s gasps of delight. She could feel his hot breath against her sex becoming ragged as he worked his tongue rapidly to excite her. Settling his head lower beneath her, he was able to work his middle finger into her cunt (mercifully this time, from his clean hand) while he leant in to suck firmly on her clit, causing her legs to tremble. She reached across and gripped the far side of the table to steady herself, and Paul was treated to a glimpse between her thighs of her magnificent tits pressed into the glass. He gave a low growl of appreciation between the flicks of his tongue, and gave her ass a playful slap as he continued to work his finger deep inside her. The mixture of sensations was overwhelming L-, and within minutes she found herself cresting towards her own orgasm. "Oh please Sir," she moaned above him "Please can I cum?"

"Wait" he replied, speaking quickly to avoid pausing in his ministrations

"What?" she gasped back, unsure of how she could avoid it. Would he rely deny her?

"Hold, you'll know when" he said, returning to her clit and managing to work a second finger into her tight cunt as he did so, swiftly bringing her back towards the edge. She held for as long as she could, but the pressure was becoming too much.

"Sir, PLEAAAASE!" she cried, and as his free hand came down hard on her ass and he loudly moaned his assent while sucking hard on her clit, L- shuddered as her body was racked by her own explosive orgasm. She bucked wildly against Paul's fingers, her clit never escaping the seal of his lips, until the wave had fully passed and she collapsed exhausted against the tabletop. Paul released his hold on her and slowly withdrew his fingers, standing behind her.

"What do you say, slut?" he asked expectantly. L- turned her head to face him, tempted to deny him but the strength of her rebellion had drained away. "Thank you Sir" she purred.

"Good girl" Paul replied, smiling triumphantly. "Wait here", he said, briefly leaving her bent over the dining table as he walked to the kitchen. She was still in her own post-sexual reverie, and did not want to sit for fear of agitating her sore ass or burning pussy. When Paul returned, he had two bowls of ice cream. He handed her one and said "here, this should help with the chilli sauce. She took a bite, and instantly felt the heat begin to noticeably dissipate.

"The cream helps", he explained, "it bonds to the oil whereas water doesn't. With that in mind, brace yourself for this" he said, and she let out a shocked yelp as she felt a handful of the ice cold mixture being applied to her vulva. Once the initial surprise had passed, she couldn't deny how soothing this was, and smiled to herself as she enjoyed her dessert while he tended to her, thanking him when he had finished. Some 10 minutes later they moved to the shower to clean off, and she noticed his cock stiffen as he watched her soaping her big beautiful tits. L- raised an eyebrow, challenging him to use her again. "Not now," he said ruefully. "I would love to, but save something for tomorrow eh?" He leant in and embraced her under the flowing water, and whispered into her ear "After all, I have big plans still for you Miss L-; Tomorrow, I am going to make you my fucktoy" She saw the wicked glint in his eye as he said this, smiling down at her, but knew he would give nothing away. They dried and returned to the bedroom, and while the pains from today's sessions had faded into a dull ache, she felt even this melt away as she sunk into the sheets and felt Paul's arm's wrap around her. She drifted quickly into an exhausted sleep, her final thoughts wandering over the possibilities of what tomorrow had in store...