Slutty board game night ended with my getting fucked...

Soooooo it happened on Tuesday, which meant it was my turn to host board game night. My friend Mark arrived at 7:03 with a bag full of board games as usual.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "The new expansion for Cosmic Encounter came today and I had to punch out all the tokens."

"No worries," I said, standing up to meet him. "I’m just glad you’re finally here…I’ve been looking forward to it all day."

And it was true. I loved my gaming sessions with Mark; a welcome break from the sometimes-depressing routine of life. Together we could escape to our little fantasy lands, bitching bosses exchanged for fearsome dragons, tax returns replaced by ancient prophecies. He was a huge nerd when it came to the research, and for the most part I was more than happy to go along for the ride. But tonight, I had a few plans of my own.

"Sit down," I said, patting the bed beside me, the usual area for our gaming sessions. The only difference was that tonight I’d worn my new oversized woolen sweater and matching woolen socks.

And nothing else.

"Have you played Terraforming Mars yet?" Mark asked, not looking at me yet, too fixated on our schedule for the evening. He immediately dumped his game bag on the floor and began sorting through boxes. "I heard the mechanics are revolutionary."

"Not yet," I said, shifting on the bed, waiting for him to notice. The wool was scratchy against my bare nipples, sending little shivers through me. "What's it about?"

"Colonizing Mars, duh! You play as corporations working together to make the planet habitable, but you're also competing for victory points. The engine building is supposed to be brilliant."

I leaned forward slightly, letting the sweater ride up my thighs. "Sounds cool…"

"Right? I love those game mechanics where your abilities improve over the course of the game. Like in Race for the Galaxy, but more complex." Mark finally looked up, his eyes scanning my face before darting away. "Oh…uhh…are you warm enough?"

"Yup." I smiled. "The wool keeps me very cozy. Don't you like it?"

"Uh…yes…I like it…"

He stared for a moment longer and then turned back to his games. "So, Terraforming Mars? Or do you want something with dice? I bought the new edition of Twilight Struggle, too."

I slid off the bed, pretending to examine his game collection. As I bent over, the sweater rode up, exposing the side of my bare ass to him. I held the position longer than necessary, giving him time to notice.

"Sarah…" he whispered. "You’re not wearing any–"

"Is it a problem?" I asked, my voice full of innocence. "Twilight Struggle is the Cold War one, right?"

Mark's face was flushed. "Yeah. Two-player game about

the US and Soviet Union. Historical. And no…it’s not a problem."

"Good," I said, straightening up slowly. "You'll have to teach me what to do. I'm not very good with strategy games."

"I think you’re better than you think," he said.

I laughed and climbed back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged, pulling the sweater down just enough to cover my naked pussy. The thrill of being so exposed was already driving me crazy, and I hoped it was driving him crazy too.

I watched him set up the game, my mind wandering, enjoying the new anxiety in his movement, the way he wasn’t sure what to do. That’s the thing with nerds, they never thought the sluttiness was for them. And, if I’m honest, that’s what makes teasing them so addictive.

"Let's make this interesting," I said as he dealt out cards. "How about a wager?"

He looked up, intrigued. "What kind of wager?"

"If I win, you have to do whatever I say for the rest of the night."

Mark swallowed. "And if I win?"

"You can do whatever you want with me," I said. "Anything."

He agreed, and we began to play. The rules were complicated, but I caught on quickly, both of us falling into the familiar rhythm of consulting the guide and making our moves. Only, this time, I was making other moves, too, finding excuses to lean across the bed and reminding him I wasn’t wearing panties, or kneeling beside the board and giving him glimpses down my sweater. He tried his best to remain focused on the game, but I could tell his attention was waning, and the more distracted he became, the wetter I got.

"I win," Mark announced, counting his victory points, his face a little red and a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. I wondered how long his cock had been hard for. An hour? Maybe more.

"Congratulations," I said flatly, pushing my breasts together and giving him a big hug. I lay back on the bed, propped up on my elbows, letting the sweater bunch up around my waist and spreading my legs, my smooth, dripping pussy completely spread and on display for him. "So…what's your wish?"

"Are you...oh…fuck…" he said, his voice cracking slightly.

"Don’t you like it?" I whispered. "Seeing your friend spread for you?"

"I…I like it very much. It looks so…juicy."

I laughed. "It is juicy! And it's your fault!"

"My fault?" he said, unable to take his eyes off it. The longer he stared, the wetter I was getting.

"Yes," I whispered, the horniness starting to take control of me. "Every week you come over, and every week I think about fucking your brains out. But you never took the hint, so here’s a pretty big hint for you." I pulled the sweater inwards, revealing my breasts either side. "There. I’m naked now. And you won the game, didn’t you? So, what do you want to do?"

I could see the moment understanding dawned in his eyes. It was like watching a computer process a complex algorithm—first confusion, then calculation, then realization.

"Fuck," he said again.

My heart pounded. "I bet it’s hard, isn’t it?"

He nodded.

"Then take it out."

Mark didn't hesitate any longer. His hands, usually so steady with delicate game pieces, fumbled with his belt buckle. The metallic clink was loud in the quiet room, and when his cock sprang free, every bit as hard and desperate as I'd imagined, I licked my lips.

"See?" I whispered, my voice husky. "You were enjoying the teasing too, weren't you?"

For a moment, he just looked at me, his chest heaving. The sweet, awkward Mark was gone, replaced by something raw and primal. He wasn't calculating victory points anymore. He was calculating his next move in a much older game.

"I bet you–"

I couldn’t finish my sentence. He descended upon me, covering my body with his. His weight was solid, pinning me down, possessing me, one hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place, while the other gripped my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned me where he needed me. My heart started hammering in my chest. Fuck.

I was about to get what I wanted.

"You have no idea what you've done."

I tried to answer, to say something clever or teasing, but he shifted his hips and pushed himself inside me. All thought evaporated. I was so wet, so ready, that he slid in easily, making me gasp.

"Fuck," I said. "That feels…fuck…fuck me, Mark."

With a guttural groan, he drove himself deeper into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. I cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound as he filled me completely.

I barely had time to process before he pulled out and did it again.

And again.

And again.

I was getting fucked.

The rhythm was intense, feral, wild, the bedframe creaking in protest, the headboard knocking against the wall as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violent, his hips pistoning, his breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. He hooked one of my legs over his arm, changing the angle, and the new depth made me see stars. The wool of my socks rubbed against his sides as he fucked me.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted, his glasses askew. "Is this the game you wanted to play?"

"Yes…" I managed to moan. "God…yes."

I was completely at his mercy, pinned beneath his weight, being used for his pleasure. And I loved it. I loved that I had unlocked this side of him, this dominant, feral creature who had been hiding behind the board games. I thought of him, only fifteen minutes earlier, sitting opposite me and shyly explaining game mechanics in a tender voice.

I started to cum, my pussy convulsing around him, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock. The feeling must have pushed him over his own edge, because he grunted and I felt myself getting filled with his cum, his cock spasming and jerking inside me, increasing the sensation of my orgasm.

It felt incredible.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat and wool. He was heavy on top of me, but I didn't want him to move. I could feel his heart hammering against my chest, the aftershocks of his cock twitching inside me as his cum dribbled out onto the forgotten board game.

After a long moment, he pushed himself up, his glasses crooked. He looked down at me, his expression slowly softening from the predator back to the man I knew.

“Wow," he said. "I really needed that."

I nodded. "Me too."

He laughed, and so did I.

"What now?" he asked, looking around the room, a new nervousness in his eyes. "I don’t want to make it weird…"

"In that case," I said, sitting up and smiling. "You better set up the next game. It’s going to be a long night…"