Sex Game
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Playing Sex Game
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I’m on the train after traveling for about 3 hours, changing trains twice, and waiting half an hour for the connecting train. The summer thunder is beating against the windows, and despite the fact that it is just 5 p.m., the world is shrouded in darkness. The sun has been obscured by dense clouds, and I can only see 10 meters away due to the thick rain curtain.
But just thinking about you and playing with you lets me forget about my problems for the day, and my trip bag is on the shelf above me. Actually, I wouldn’t have needed such a large luggage for my clothing for two or three days, but the rest of the stuff required more room.
When I sit in a compartment, in a four-seater sitting group, and envision how the people around me would respond to the material, I get a wonderful sense of enjoyment.
The grandma and her husband on the other side of me would assume I was going to a horse exhibition, but upon closer inspection, they would see a few silver handcuffs. The small 16-year-old females chewing their way down the chewing gum aisle would start to giggle and make teenage comments about the vibrator or the love balls, if they recognized them at all. I turn around and look down the aisle in the opposite direction to see if the Gothic couple who just passed me is still there… they are, they would probably already know what was going on when they looked at the ropes, at least they had me as she walked past me, already smiling, when I tied the simple knots with only a thin thread again and again.
There are certain business people who, depending on how open they are, would respond with contempt or intrigue.
“Next stop is Hauptbahnhof,” my station, I get up, pull my bag from the rack, and make my way along the aisle, taking the path around the two black folks and avoiding the 16-year-old females.
The train comes to a stop, the doors open, and I’m waiting for you if you’ve followed my dress code. if you will meet the attractive images that I know of? Is it true that I see you at all?
With me, people flood out of the compartments. It’s tough for me to see you among the crowds on the platform, but suddenly I notice you resting against a pillar. I’ve recognized you, and now you’re approaching me carefully. You are not just as attractive as you appear in the photos, but much more so; every movement is exquisite and elegant; I pause and enjoy watching you stroll gracefully towards me. I see men and women who turn around after you and revel in the fact that you are now mine for a few days. You appear to have followed my directions, as you are dressed in a short black skirt with fishnet stockings underneath and a tight shirt with a low neckline. Also, a tight black collar, but I’ll have to double-check the important details.
Place my head on your shoulder, my lips near to your ear, and murmur to you: “Now you’re mine for the weekend, little one, with body and mind I’ll just use you when I feel like it and mine Play video games with you. You are now mine!”
I can feel you cringe a little at the final words. We part, and I see a gleam in your eyes that wasn’t there before, and you drop your gaze. Even though it would have been your job in a true top-sub relationship, I still feel so much like a gentleman that I take my bag myself.
I watch your gait, your narrow shoulders, your firm butt that sways with every step, and consider how I will give you the first punches for your cheeky grip on my butt, and I grin to myself, “5 or 10 beats?”
We enter the parking garage; it is dark; the clouds continue to darken the sun, bathing the world in a dark, dim light. Our path is illuminated by the ceiling lighting. When we don’t step out onto the second-floor parking deck and the bag becomes uncomfortably heavy, I start mentally counting the steps. Finally, you walk through a heavy iron fire door onto the parking deck, and I mentally note another generous 30 blows for the unnecessary footpath.
I put my bag in the trunk of my car when I get there. You want in, but I’m holding your arm back.
“Now I just want to know if you followed through on our agreement!” I look you in the eyes, penetratingly, and you put your eyes down, blushing slightly.
“Here? Now?” You ask me, even though you know the answer, and I stare you down without saying anything. You realize I’m serious, so take a look around; I’m sure it’s no coincidence that your car is parked in the farthest corner of the parking deck. You cross your arms in front of your body, almost to the hem of your top, and gradually pull it up. As requested, no bra. Your nipples are a little excited and stand by your lovely ones. I run my hand over your flat stomach, stroke your left breast, take a careful check, and weigh it in my hand. Let me grant you that you stand there emotionlessly. I’ll take your nipple and pinch your fingers a little to play with her, circling them with your fingertips. I check your chest like it’s a commodity and watch you do it; you’ve lowered your eyes, but I notice how it excites you, how your breath quickens, how you lick your tongue over your lips. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you are aware of what
I want, you’ve known it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, I hope you turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and look at you with a firm, stern look. I check your chest like it’s a commodity and watch you do it; you’ve lowered your eyes, but I notice how it excites you, how your breath quickens, how you lick your tongue over your lips. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look. I check your chest like it’s a commodity and watch you do it; you’ve lowered your eyes, but I notice how it excites you, how your breath quickens, how you lick your tongue over your lips. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look. You’ve closed your eyes, but I can see how excited you are, how your breath quickens and how you lick your tongue over your lips. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look. You’ve closed your eyes, but I can see how excited you are, how your breath quickens and how you lick your tongue over your lips. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look. At that point, I complete my inspection. You appear surprised and disappointed in me, but I’m curious. I look you in the eyes and come to a halt in front of you. Of course, you know what I want, you’ve been aware of it all day, but now that you’re hesitating, you’re hoping I’ll turn away and just get into the damn car, and everything else in your apartment, in check your sheltered four walls, but I stop and stare at you with a firm, stern look.
Knowing there is no other option, you lean back against the car, spread your legs slightly, almost with your hands on the hem of your skirt, and slowly lift it up. I look at you impassively and unimpressed, like a gynecologist with a patient in front of you, while you are filled with curiosity and excitement that I convulsively suppress. You pull the skirt up over your hips and stand in front of me, exposing your breasts and bare abdomen. The fishnet stockings are held up by a suspender belt instead of underwear. The heavy door slams shut. Someone must have visited our parking garage. You look around, then back at me, almost pleadingly, but the game has already begun, and it’s only just beginning to be fun. I put my hand on the inside of your thigh, on the bare skin above the stocking neck, as if I hadn’t heard it, and felt my way up.
My mind is racing with ideas.
How far can I push myself? Who has parked their car here, the gothics off the train, or the young girls being picked up by their father? Perhaps a parking garage attendant?
I run my hand over her smooth shaved venus mound, feeling no stubble, and test up again, this time with nothing against the grain, just smooth, soft skin. I hear male and female voices, as well as footsteps.
Do you enjoy my touch, or are you afraid of looking into the eyes of the two people looking for their car? I don’t mind; I’ll keep exploring your pubic area calmly, pulling your upper and lower labia apart with your thumb and forefinger, and running a careful test with your middle finger between your hands. I detect a slight moisture with satisfaction.
I lean forward and reach out to you. I exhale deeply so you can feel my hot breath on your skin, then my finger circles over your clitoris and slowly descends between your labia.
“Stand exactly where you are, don’t move, and don’t dare to cover yourself!” As my fingers continue to stroke, I speak imperiously to you.
“Yes.” It’s more of a gasp than a word. I take the key from you and look around, disappointed to see no one nearby. I take the love balls from my bag and open the trunk. I hit it Trunk, then return to you to find that your one hand is now carrying on the game I started. On the one hand, I like the image of you leaning against the car, your top pushed up over your breasts, your skirt bulging around your waist, and your hand between your legs. On the other hand, I’m wondering if I can just let you spoil yourself… I mentally record another ten strokes.
When I return to you, you finish the game and look at me guiltily. I acknowledge it with an inner smile, approach you, look you in the eyes, and let the two balls swing on the string between us.
“Put it in your mouth and drink it!” I tell you and bring it closer to your face. When you want to grab your hands to bring it to your mouth, I just shake my head, whereupon you put the balls individually Catch it with your tongue and suck it in your mouth. I am fascinated to see how skillfully you are dealing with grasping the round balls with your mouth, and I think it will be fun to let you suck in and out other things on both balls until I remove them from you, shiny and moist. I think for a moment, and then I drop them in the palm of your hand.
“We have already wasted enough time, introduce it and then we drive!” I say it firmly and walk around the car without another word, sit on the passenger side and imagine what face you make. A few seconds later you sit next to me as if nothing had happened and drive off.
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