The Game - Part Three

After their shower play, Phil told her to get dressed. “Something accessible,” he said with a naughty wink. Her eyebrow had arched so high it was in danger of flying right of her forehead but she did as he asked.

When she walked out of the bedroom, Phil's jaw hit the floor. Standing there in a short red plaid skirt with a white button up shirt that strained against her impressive chest and killer white heels was his ideal woman. Her long blonde hair, freshly washed, was tied tightly in a ponytail, her make-up was fresh and natural.

He kissed her deeply, passionately, his hands grabbing hold of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze. She jumped and swatted his hand, her eyes lighting up with interest.

He grabbed his car keys and signalled for her to follow. “Where are we going?” she asked. Phil held open his door for her. “For a drive,” he answered with a wink. “Now follow me.” She did with trepidation.

Out in the garage he held open the door for her to his car. She climbed in, eyeing him quizzically. Closing the door behind her, Phil ran around the car and climbed in the driver's side.

“Before I forget,” he said, leaning over for a kiss. She obliged, her baby pink lipstick tasting like strawberries. While he kissed her, Phil produced a blindfold from his pocket. Holding it in his hand, her reached up and secured it around her eyes, causing a startled gasp to escape from her mouth.

“What the-?” she cried, her hands automatically reaching up to uncover her eyes. Phil slapped her hands. “If you're going to peek, then I'll have to restrain your hands,” he said teasingly, opening her shirt and running his tongue over the curve of her breast.

“You wouldn't,” she said. He gave a soft chuckle. She didn't sound as confident as she normally would. She tilted her head when she heard rattling. Something cold snapped around her wrist as Phil began pulling her arm behind her. “Give me the other hand,” he commanded. She obliged, swallowing hard as he fastened the cuff around her other wrist.

Phil looked over at his girlfriend. She was pulling against the handcuffs, her eyes blinded by a blindfold. Damn it, she looked sexy. His new erection certainly agreed with him.

He started the car and pulled out of the garage. He was taking her to a secluded spot that he knew of overlooking the city.

Every now and then he glanced over at her. Her shoulders moved slightly as she tried to free her hands. Her cheeks were flushed and he could see the concentration on her face as she tried to work out where they were going. 

He rested his hand on her thigh and she jumped. He traced his hand over her milky white skin, his hand reaching high up her skirt, sliding under the flimsy material. His eyes widened and he nearly ran off the road. That little vixen wasn't wearing any panties. Judging from the smirk on her face, she knew why the tires squealed and why the car swerved over the road.

Phil regained his composure. Though he couldn't see her eyes, he knew they were a deep shade of green and probably lighting up with wicked delight. His erection strained painfully in his pants.

He turned up an old dirt road that lead up into the tree covered hills overlooking his home. He stopped the car underneath a shady willow tree.

Carefully, he removed her blindfold. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light. He removed her handcuffs, warning her that this was his game and if she broke any of his rules they would be back on her so fast her head would spin. She nodded in response, rubbing her wrist. 

Phil could see the marks where the cuffs had dug into her skin. He took hold of her wrist and kissed it, letting his tongue tickle her skin.

He ordered her out of the car. She obliged, carefully stepping out of the vehicle. She pulled her skirt down slightly so it covered her bare ass as she took in the spectacular view. 

Phil came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back. Her ass bumped against his erection. “I want to taste you,” he whispered in her ear, dipping his tongue inside. She shivered, turning around in his arms, offering her mouth for a kiss.

Phil chuckled, dropping to his knees and lifting her skirt. She protested as he lifted her leg over his shoulder but with a fierce gaze from him, she quietened down. 

Phil blew warm air against her pussy, watching her hips rock. He held her firmly by the hips, preventing her from running off. His tongue darted from his mouth, lazily stroking over her clitoris. Her head fell back, hair cascading down her back, her eyes closed as a strangled moan of excitement and pleasure escaped her throat. Taking this as a good sign, Phil continued with his adventure, his tongue expertly working her, pushing all her magic buttons, causing her juices to seep from her.

His tongue probed deep inside her, lapping up her juices as her hips bucked against his mouth. Phil could see she was getting close. The scent of sex filled his nostrils, her juices dripped down her thighs and his chin. 

He gave her a hard slap on her ass causing her to cry out, mostly in surprise. Her butt was stinging. She began rubbing the smooth skin, unaware that Phil had stopped licking her clit and was now standing before her.

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. “Hey! Why did you stop?” she demanded. The look on Phil's face told her that she had broken a rule of his game. Of course, seeing as he never told her the rules, she was pretty certain that she'd be breaking more than one.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. His erection slid perfectly between her thighs. Despite him still wearing his jeans, she could feel the heat radiating from his cock. “Naughty girl,” he whispered, his hand slapping her ass again. She cried out, apologising for whatever she did. Phil just chuckled and held up the cuffs.

Whimpering she held out her hands, allowing him to cuff her again. As he pulled her hands behind her back for the second time that day, she noticed they were the only car out in the wilderness. “Where are we?” she asked, feeling the handcuffs snap into place.

“Somewhere where no one can hear your screams,” he teased, kissing her neck, biting the tender flesh. She yelped as his hand caressed her body, climbing high up her skirt until his fingers parted her, slipping into her moist heat.

Without warning, Phil withdrew his fingers and opened the back door to the car. His fingers glistened from her wetness as he lead her to the back seat. He ripped open her shirt, buttons flying off in all directions, as he groped her supple breasts, feeling her nipples strain against the simple white lace bra that she wore. 

She groaned, her eyes closing as she felt Phil's lips enclose around one of her nipples, sucking it through the fabric of her bra. She tugged at the restraints, wishing she could run her hands through his hair.

Phil pulled back, taking in the sight of his beautiful girlfriend. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glassy and he could tell she was getting frustrated. He unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the dirty ground. She wasn't the only one who decided to forego underwear. He climbed into the back seat, pulling her in with him. 

Awkwardly, he pulled her onto his lap, impaling her on his cock. She let out a loud cry as he pulled her hips down so that he was buried fully inside of her. With her hands behind her back, Phil took control of her, pulling her up off his cock entirely before sinking her back down on it. 

Her hips began to grind against his, her clitoris grinding against the base of his manhood. She could feel her orgasm building again as beads of sweat fell down her brow as Phil continued to work her body on top of his.

Up. Down. Up. Down. She was panting hard, her cries of pleasure getting louder, her green eyes rolling back in her head as she came with a triumphant scream.

Carefully, Phil lifted her off him, allowing her to curl up on the back seat while he executed his full plan. He removed his pants from around his ankles and took of his T-shirt. In the middle of the day, in the middle of the wilderness, there he stood, bronzed and naked, his cock still hard, gleaming with her juices. 

He pulled her out of the car, putting her on her knees before him. Without being told, she began to clean his cock, tasting herself. She gagged a couple of times as Phil pushed deeper into her throat, but like a champ, she continued, her tongue swirling around his shaft, tickling the underside, cleaning all the evidence of her off him.

Phil picked her up and lovingly brushed the hair out of her eyes. He gave her a kiss, his tongue dancing a tango with hers as he pulled her over to the hood of the car. He lent her over it, her ass up in the air. She looked over her shoulder as he lined up his cock with her soaking wet pussy.

He let out a throaty cry as he sank into her wetness. Every nerve in her body was alive as though it were on fire. She felt every movement of his as he picked up the intensity, ramming into her with speed reserved for a NASCAR.

Her grunts turned to moans as his hand reached around and began rubbing her clitoris with the same intensity. She pushed her ass back, meeting his, determined to driver herself to another orgasm. Phil slapped her ass as he pounded his full length into her. He enjoyed the site of her ass pushing back against him, taking him deeper into her. He could feel her inner muscles grasping his quivering member, squeezing it. If she kept that up, he'd be coming in no time. 

He pulled back, just allowing the head of his cock to rest inside her. She wiggled her ass, hinting that she was close. Phil smiled and thrust deep inside her, his cock spewing forth a hot, sticky, creamy load. He continued to rub her clit while he emptied his seed deep inside her body. He felt her tense, her muscles, gripping his cock as she came again, her mouth open in a silent scream.

He pulled out of her. Come dripped down her legs, pooling on the dirt. She laid still on the hood of his car, breathing hard, her wrists raw from the constant pulling on the cuffs. 

Phil got dressed before removing the cuffs from her wrists. She turned to look at him, satisfaction in her eyes. He kissed her passionately, his hands running through her hair. 

“I like your idea of a drive,” she said teasingly. “I like it very much.”