I’m unashamedly stealing the idea for today’s smut from Girl on the Net, but I think she’ll be ok with that, because I’m pretty she’ll be enthusiastic about the creation of more filthy stories about Xbox blow jobs. I should start with a disclaimer that I have never played a game on an Xbox, and this entire story of strap-on suck jobs and femdom fucking might be entirely unrealistic. I like to think it’ll still be hot, though.
“I want to fuck you.”
The words are hot and they go straight to my cunt. I shiver with lust, but turn around so he can see the cock ring and huge sparkly dildo I’m holding.
“But I want to fuck you.”
I can see the flash of arousal cross his face, but he shakes his head.
“I’m horny: I want to use you right now. And I know your cunt clenched when I said that.”
He’s right, of course, but I’m not giving in that easily.
“I want to make your dick squirt – no gush – while I ass-fuck you.”
“I want to fuck you on your front with you lying on your Doxy, so I can feel your cunt twitching around my dick while you come again and again until you beg me to stop.”
I bite my lip to stop myself moaning: that sounds so fucking dirty and so very good. Then grins as though he knows exactly how wet my cunt is right now.
“We have time to do both, surely?”
“Aren’t you getting up at ridiculous o’ clock tomorrow for that training course?”
“Fuck, you’re right. Rock paper scissors, winner gets to top?”
I try my most innocent face, but he shakes his head again.
“You always win when we do that. We could toss a coin?”
“I’m not giving up fucking your ass with a coin toss. What about a game on the Xbox?”
“Are you sure you want to do that?” he asks, his voice low and growly and utterly delicious.
“Why, are you scared of losing?”
Teasing him is so much fun. Fucking him later would be even more fun.
“Nope. I want to watch you suck my dick.”
“And I want to watch you choke on my strap-on.”
We’re standing close to each other now – close enough to kiss – and I can feel the we’re-going-to-fuck energy radiating off him.
“Fine. Xbox then blow jobs, depending on who wins? Which absolutely will be me.”
“You’re on. I’m going to win though.”
“You’re really cocky,” he cups my face almost tenderly, a direct contrast to the perfectly calculated dirty words that follow: “It’s going to make it even more satisfying when I fuck you later.”
“Go set it up, I want to make sure everything is ready for when I fuck you later.”
He grins again and kisses me before he leaves. A few minutes later I’m sitting next to him on the sofa, sneaking glances at the pleasant bulge of a hardening dick in his sweats.
“Let me clarify. If you don’t win this race, I get to fuck you, right?”
“Right. And you’ve never beaten me on this game.”
“There’s a first time for everything…” I grip my controller tightly, fidgeting with the buttons as I psych myself up to win. I want to top him tonight, I want to peg his ass and play with his cock and force all sorts of filthy sounds out of him. I also know how to get it.
“Three, two, one… go!”
The screen is filled with noise and the controller in my hand begins to vibrate, but I abandon it in favour of getting to my knees in front of him. He’s sitting near the edge of the sofa, tense and focussed on the game, so it’s easy enough to tug down his sweats and let his dick spring free. I take the head in my mouth and suck it slowly, playing with his frenulum with my tongue. He moans, and pauses the game to ask what I’m doing.
“Oh, are you forfeiting? I thought you said you could come first no matter what I did?”
He grunts and resumes the game, resting the controller on the back of my head in such a way that I have to take more of his cock in my throat. Watching him play video games is hot, with his control and his focus and his hands doing quick, clever things. Sucking him off while he does so is even hotter, because even though I’m choking and there’s saliva running down my face, I’m in control. What I’m doing is too overwhelming to let him concentrate enough to win.
Soon red flashing letters on the screen to show that his avatar didn’t finish the race. I look up smugly.
“You cheated.”
“Hey, I’m pretty sure nowhere in the rules does it say that Xbox blow jobs are not allowed. Your ass is mine tonight.”
He surrendered enthusiastically, and shuffled said ass closer to the edge of the sofa so I could keep sucking his dick. I smirked before I took him in my mouth again. Of course, he wouldn’t be allowed to come for hours yet.
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Quinn Rhodes (he/him) is a queer, trans, disabled sex writer with vaginismus. He’s a slut and a sex nerd who writes about his adventures in trying to fuck without fucking up. Quinn can usually be found wearing stomp-on-the-patriarchy boots while falling in love every time he fucks.
Never played Xbox either but now I kinda like the idea of spending time with someone who does….
Oh and the thought of the face down fuck with the Doxy made me twitch
THAT was a fun romp.
You have a gift for short story writing.
Thanks
This was DELIGHTFUL! I love the erotic energy and the competitiveness.
Fantastic. So much sexy fun!