It’s time to explain the rules of tonight’s game.
The two of you kneel at attention–you, and the playmate we picked up from the bar.
I’m going to remove my pants. You’re going to grab Stacy by the hair, and lead her to me. Guide me into her throat. Grip her hair and her head tight and fuck me with her succulent mouth. The rougher the better. She’s allowed to use her hands on herself, but may not interfere in any way.
After thirty seconds, you will switch places. She’ll grab your lovely red hair and together she and I will fuck your face.
In another half minute, you’ll switch again. And again. And again.
She bites her lip with nervousness and excitement. “How long–”
“Until I cum,” I explain. “And if I cum in your mouth… you lose.”
A blush races across her chest, and your heartbeat quickens.
“What happens to the… um, the loser?” she wants to know.
Wordlessly I remove my belt, double it into a loop, then pop it in front of both of you.
Her eyes get wider and she trembles visibly. You quiver as well. You can still feel the dull sting on your thighs, courtesy of the same belt from earlier this evening when you took too long to get ready.
She exhales, giving a nervous smile as you take your place behind her. Her disadvantage, of course, is that you know exactly what I like, how I like it, when I like it.
Her advantage is that you usually play to lose.