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Game Night part 7

“Mouth” was the first winner. He walked to her head, grabbed a handful of hair and thrust his cock into her open mouth. He gave no ease and showed no mercy as he rammed it directly to the back of her throat, causing her to gag and retch on its sudden invasion. He used the fist full of hair as leverage to continue fucking her slobber-dripping mouth for a few more gagging, gasping minutes. Then suddenly, he stopped, reached down and gave the spinner another flick.

This time he landed on “Ass.” A wicked grin grew across his face as he moved around behind her and said, “Aren’t you a lucky little Hole Bitch? My cock is already well lubricated by the spit from fucking your mouth so this shouldn’t hurt TOO badly.” He grabbed her hips with both his hands, positioned his cock at her opening, and gently eased the tip inside her as she inhaled deeply from the invasion. Then in one swift motion he then rammed it hard and whole, deep inside her, causing her to scream out in tortured pain. With barely any withdrawal, he used the handhold he had on her hips to continue an unrelenting forward thrust, burying himself completely into her, slapping his balls over and over into her sloppy wet pussy. Without removing himself from her ass, he gave the spinner another go round.

“Tits” was the third spin. He withdrew from her ass, and moved around to her head, pulling her off her hands and into an upright position by the hair. Releasing her, he reached down and pinched both nipples between his thumbs and fingers, causing her to let out a pained whimper. He then proceeded to twist, pinch and pull them, seeking to elicit the extreme pain reactions from her, which he knew would make her sloppy, dripping pussy even wetter. When he knew she had had enough, he released her nipples and grabbed both wrists, placing her hands to either side of her ample and aching breasts. “Push these together and hold them so I have a nice place to fuck!” he demanded. With her hands pushing her breasts firmly together, he slid his hard cock under and up between them, hitting the head on the underside of her chin. He repeated this thrusting motion another half dozen times, feeling his own desire for release mount, before pausing to give the game another spin.

Blog Post-10-5-2015-Game Night part 7(2)

When “Pussy” came up as the fourth spin, he laughed out loud and said, “Well, isn’t that nice. It’s a complete sampling of my little fuck holes. Aren’t I lucky, my little slut?” As he shoved her head down to the floor, leaving her ass high and exposed, she once again gave her quiet but steady reply of, “Yes, Sir.” He again grasped her hips and placed his cock at the opening of her dripping wet cunt. Before he entered her, he gave an ominous warning. “My dear, little whore. There will be nothing nice about me or what I am about to do to you. I apologize now for what you are about to experience. But, it’s what I want, and that is all that really matters, isn’t it?”

“Yes, S..” is all she got out before he slammed his cock in so deep it punched the very back wall of her deep hole. The intensity was so sudden and so great that she couldn’t even muster a sound as her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pain. He thrust over and over and over again, pounding the deepest of her recesses, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin as their bodies pounded together sounding through the room. His urgency began to grown. She sensed his eminent release as she felt his hands clench tightly into her, winding his fists full of the garter belt she still wore, and the skin of her hips. She began to whimper loudly, unable to stifle the moans and gasps, as his own breath became louder and more ragged.

To be continued…..

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9 thoughts on “Game Night part 7

  1. Professor Wild on said:

    Gee….all these years of cards, Yahtzee and other dice games have been a lot of fun, but I really think I’d love a game of twisted Twister. I’m feeling inspired to come up with a version of my own for a future game night. Wanna play?

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  2. Sort of a blend of Spin The Bottle & Poker really 😜

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  3. Everyone wins on this game night

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