by Lexi Archer
I caught movement behind him and saw John moving as though to stand up and do something about that little move Eric just pulled. I locked eyes with my husband, smiled, and shook my head ever so slightly to let him know it was okay. That it was all part of the show. That it was a turn on having him manhandle me like that.
“How am I mocking my Lord?” I asked.
“Every time you call me my Lord, elf,” he said, making “elf” sound like a four letter word. “I am no Lord.”
“But you’ve captured me,” I said. “Doesn’t that make you my Lord?”
He smiled and I melted. I was starting to feel weak in the knees. It was everything I could do to maintain my composure, to stay standing while he looked at me like that. That smile, a cocky half grin, was such a turn on. All I wanted him to do at that moment was lean down and press his lips against mine. Only he couldn’t. Not yet. That wouldn’t be in keeping with his character, and keeping in character was part of the fun.
“I think I like the sound of that,” he said.
I licked my lips. “What else would my Lord like now that my Lord has me at his mercy?”
His eyes running down my body left no doubt as to exactly what it was he wanted. My experience with him from our previous role-playing session also left no doubt in my mind exactly what he wanted from me.
“It’s not what I want,” he said. “It’s what is mine.” He looked over his shoulder to John as he said the next bit. Clearly this part was as much for my husband’s benefit as it was for me or Eric. “What I’m going to take.”
I moaned as his hand made contact with my skin. His powerful hands ran up and down my stomach, moving down to just over the top of my shorts where he ran the tips of his fingers just inside them but didn’t go further, leaving me panting and wanting so much more.
Gods I just wanted to feel his touch, I needed to feel his body against me. I wanted to feel his hands against my pussy. Yet he withdrew his hand with a smile and a chuckle. Obviously he could tell exactly what I wanted and obviously he was going to leave me in delicious agony for a little longer.
His other hand traced up my stomach and in between my cleavage, pausing to run along the underside of my breasts. Looking at his eyes looking down at me and my tank top, seeing the hunger there, was too much for me. I took a deep breath and pressed my tits out, wanting him to appreciate them. Feeling his eyes on me in person was even more thrilling than what we’d done through video chat.
Standing here in this hotel room, feeling his eyes on me and knowing this gorgeous creature obviously wanted me so much, it made me feel like I could be myself, the game me, the real me, out here in the real world. It made me feel bold in a way hadn’t been with any guy except for maybe John since we were married and all. The way I was acting with this guy was so brazen that I was astonished at myself. And yet I was so turned on both from how hot he was and from knowing that I was turning my husband on.
Here I was, this amazing man up against me acting out one of the hottest role-playing scenarios we’d ever come up with, and all I wanted to do was get down on my knees and beg for more. Get down on my knees and beg to be his captive elf slave. Submit to him entirely.
His hand ran along my tits and then he was moving his hand around. He pulled my hair together and pulled just hard enough that it was obvious he was in control, just on the edge of pain, but not to the point that he was actually hurting me. I gasped.
“I think I see something I want to take right here,” he said.
“No…” I whispered.
Of course it was all part of the game. It was all part of the turn on. We both knew exactly what the score was. It was the same as what we’d done online, only it was so much more hot, so much more incredibly sexy acting this out in person. Feeling him pressing his body against me, actually having his hand wrapped around my hair as he took control and asserted his dominance.
“What was that?”
I opened my eyes and glared at him. “No. You’ll never have me!”
“Are you defying me elf?”
I wasn’t sure how this next part would be received, but I did it anyways. I leaned back, summoned all of my courage wondering if this would ruin the moment even as I did it, and spit in his face.
“That’s what I think of you and your orders,” I said.
I didn’t ruin the moment. I saw the look in his eyes and immediately knew I’d just added fuel to a fire that was already raging.
His response was immediate and incredibly hot. He whirled me around, keeping a hold on my hair while his other hand ran around behind me so that he could pick me up. He carried me over to the bed and threw me down. Briefly I worried that being thrown around like that might be enough to get John to do something stupid, but a glance over to him and the stupid grin on his face was enough to alleviate any of those worries. Apparently he was waiting for me to give him a signal before going into macho knight in shining armor mode.
Whatever. John could take care of himself over there. I didn’t want to think about him sitting there watching us. I wanted to be lost in the fantasy right now. I wanted to feel like I was in the world of Elassa, that this was my lusty human capturing me and taking me for the first time. I wanted to feel it all. I didn’t care if I’d only recently met him. I didn’t care that my husband was sitting right there watching us. I didn’t care if this was crazy. It was crazy, but I needed a little crazy in my life.
I quickly got my wish. No sooner had he thrown me down on the bed, the springs squeaked under me as I bounced once then came to rest, than he was on top of me. His lips pressed against mine, insistent. I didn’t open my mouth to him so much as he pressed his tongue against me and forced it open. I clenched my teeth, pretending to fight him, and he tightened his grip on my hair until I opened my mouth with a gasp and then his tongue was inside me exploring my mouth.
He was playing me like I was a familiar instrument and he knew how to hit every note. Which I suppose he did considering the time we’d spent exploring one another’s headspace and figuring out exactly what we liked.
And now that we were coming together in the real world, having a real experience instead of secreting ourselves away in some secret online game, it was oh so much hotter. Knowing that my husband was here, was a part of it, and approved of this made it so much hotter. Oh so much more incredible than anything we’d done online.
I gasped again as I felt something pressing between my legs. Something I desperately wanted to see. Something I desperately wanted to taste. To feel. I knew his cock was a monster based on what I’d seen in the picture he sent me, and there was no risk that objects in this camera were smaller than they appeared since he provided that helpful measurement for me at the same time. Still, I needed to see it up close and personal.
I reached down and ran my hand along his pants. His cock felt every bit as huge as it had appeared while I was fantasizing about him in fun dirty talk scenarios while I was fucking John. We’d done quite a bit of that in preparation for this illicit rendezvous.
I slipped my hand into his shorts and under his boxers. He grunted into my mouth as my hand closed around the rock hard flesh of his cock. My eyes widened in surprise and I gasped as he groaned and then grinned at me.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I moved my hand up and down his cock, feeling the delicious contours as my fingers danced over its length. His cockhead was soft, spongy, and I could feel the veins running up and down the length. My mouth watered just feeling it.
I had to see it.
Only first things first. I had to make sure I was staying in character, after all.
“Please don’t make me,” I said.
Confusion crossed his face for the briefest of moments, and then confusion was replaced with understanding. He smiled at me, but then his smile turned to a scowl.
“I command you to suck my cock,” he said.
“No please,” I said. “Anything but that!”
Okay, so it wasn’t like I was
going to win any awards for my acting, but at the same time it’s not like there was an Academy award for best female lead performance in a dirty hotel fantasy scenario while her husband watches. Plus, judging by the way his cock twitched in my hand as I said that, he definitely seemed to approve of my performance.
Eric’s hand moved around and pulled on my hair again, only this time he pulled up just enough to guide me down. My mouth watered and my eyes twinkled as I looked up at him, but then I let out a cry as though I was in pain. We both knew it was bullshit, but it was all part of the performance. All part of the fun.
He continued pulling down and my face was moving past his amazing chest, down past abs that I couldn’t help but flick my tongue out and lick. They were rock hard. And they were fucking amazing. Everything that I’d fantasized about, everything that I’d imagined and hoped for, and then some.
Then he was pressing my nose into his shorts. I couldn’t help myself. I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent, reveled in the feeling of his rock hard cock pressing against my cheek even through his clothes. If the size I was feeling through his shorts was any indication then I was in for one hell of a treat here in a minute.
“Suck it!”
The commanding tone sent a delicious shiver running through me. I repositioned myself on the bed with my ass sticking up in the air, and I had a brief thought that the only thing that would make this scenario even hotter than it already was would be if John was back there pounding my pussy from behind as I was getting ready to explore this new guy’s cock with my mouth. I glanced over to John and he was leaning forward. He licked his lips when he saw me look at him and I briefly considered having him come over and do just that, but something stopped me.
I wasn’t quite ready for that. At least not right now. I wanted to enjoy this experience with Conlan, with Eric, as just the two of us first. I was surprised I’d even have such a thought. It wasn’t the sort of thing that had ever crossed my mind before, but then again there were all sorts of naughty thoughts crossing my mind lately that never would’ve occurred to me before.
I was a woman possessed. I was a completely different person. And I was loving every moment of it.
I undid his shorts and pulled down causing his cock to spring out. My eyes widened in astonishment and I nearly went cross eyed as I finally got a good look at his cock up close and personal. Hell yes. That monster was every bit as large as I’d imagined based on the pictures he sent and what I saw on video chat. I looked up and locked eyes with him. As our eyes met he mouthed “suck it,” and I opened my mouth and leaned down. I looked over and locked eyes with John, with my husband who up until now had been the only man I’d been with in years, as my lips parted and I sucked another man’s cock into my mouth.
The salty taste of his precum leaking out and coating his cockhead was delicious. There seemed to almost be a sweet flavor to that precum that had me wanting to lap it all up. It had me wanting to feel him exploding inside my mouth.
In the past when giving head it was something I could take or leave. Something that I did because I knew guys enjoyed it even if I wasn’t getting all that much out of it except maybe the promise that the guy would go down on me in turn when he was done. Only now there was something different about it as I sucked his cock and put myself in the role-playing headspace that was adding a new dimension to our tryst. I was a high elf priestess, I was the object of this man’s desire, he was taking me and I was his, and I was going to make sure that I gave him the best dick sucking of his life.
In an instant his entire cock was buried in my mouth. I blinked in surprise even as I was also blinking back tears from the feeling of having that monster buried inside my mouth. I could feel his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat, and I briefly wondered if I’d be able to deep throat him. I’d deep throated John before, but this cock felt a little bigger around than my husband’s, just a bit longer.
Only one way to find out, I suppose. I pressed forward again and his cock entered my throat. Another man’s dick was pressing back into areas that only my husband had ever enjoyed before.
My deep throating was rewarded with a low guttural groan, a primordial yell. It was fucking hot listening to the sound, knowing he was groaning like that because of my mouth, my throat, wrapped around his cock. That encouraged me to new heights of cocksucking performance. In another moment his cock was buried in my throat and I paused for a moment, holding my breath, and adjusting to the sensation of this monster lodged in my throat.
Then I pulled back and moved down again. I held my tongue in place and ran it along the length of his shaft as best as I could. The taste of the shaft was different from the head which was coated with that delicious salty precum, but it was no less sexy. It had a salty quality to it as well, a masculine quality that had me going nuts.
Speaking of nuts.
I reached down and cupped his nut sack, something I’d been told guys enjoyed, and squeezed them as I moved my mouth up and down around his dick.
His groans only grew louder and louder as I continued to piston my head up and down on his cock. I felt so naughty, so dirty. Yet it felt so right, so amazingly sexy.
His hand moved down around my braid again and he was moving his hand up and down along with my mouth. Not to the point that he was actually forcing me up and down on his dick, but just enough that it felt like he was taking control. That made it so much more incredibly hot.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he said. “Suck my dick. Suck it elf bitch.”
Eric’s dirty talk sent a thrill through me as he took command. I continued moving up and down until I felt an odd sensation, a twitching coming from his cock. And to my surprise instead of continuing to press my head up and down on his dick he held me in place the next time my lips moved up to the head of his cock, preventing me from going down again.
“Stop,” he said in a strangled voice like he was barely in control.
I was a dutiful little captive elf priestess and did as he said. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what on earth would stop him from wanting me to finish sucking his dick.
He tugged on my braid and my head pulled completely off of his cock with a pop. I felt a stab of disappointment as that rock hard rod left my mouth, but something told me he had far more interesting things in store for me.
Those far more interesting things became obvious almost immediately. He pulled me up until I was on my knees on the bed and he made quick work of my tank top which he pulled over my head. A moment later he was pressing against me with his arms around my back undoing my bra. I looked over to John again as another man manhandled me and used me as his play toy. As another man pulled my clothes off and undressed me as though I was a doll to be used for his pleasure. My tits sprang free and then he was down between my legs undoing my shorts and pulling them down.
Once I was down to only my panties he flipped me around on the bed. He held a wrist in each of his hands as he pressed his cock against my bikini bottoms. Feeling his cock pressing against my pussy was amazing. It was sending me over the edge. I felt lightheaded, dizzy, overwhelmed with pure lust. I had to feel that thing inside me. I needed him to take me.
One of his hands moved to my neck. I opened my eyes and looked up at him with a smile, but then almost immediately schooled my expression to one of worry.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to fuck you my pretty little elf priestess, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he said.
“Did I give you permission to speak, elf bitch?”
“I’m so sorry my Lord!”
I looked over to John who was rubbing his cock through his shorts but hadn’t pulled it out for some reason. I figured for sure he would’ve pulled his cock out and started jerking it, but what did I know? Maybe he was afraid of blowing his load early and missing part of the show or something.
Eric reached down and yanked my bikini bottoms down, pulling until I was completely exposed to him. It was fu
cking incredible. A moment later he was over me, and one hand was holding down my wrists while the other moved down and grabbed at his cock. I let out a gasp followed by a quiet moan as the head of his cock pressed against me.
Again we had another brief out of character moment.
“You’re on the pill, right?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“I’m going to blow my load inside your tight elf pussy and there’s nothing you can do about it,” he yelled. He looked over his shoulder to John and had another out of character moment with my husband. “I’m going to fuck your wife and come inside her and there’s not a damn thing you’re gonna do about it hubby.”
“Fuck,” John whispered. That was about how I felt, but I wanted to go along with the role-playing. After all, this was the first time I’d done something like this in person rather than in game and I wanted to enjoy it!
“Oh no! Anything but that! I can’t have a human barbarian child!” I yelled. If anyone was listening on the other side of the hotel wall then they were probably wondering what the hell was going on in here.
“You don’t have a fucking choice, elf bitch. You’re going to have my barbarian baby and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it,” he roared.
And then with a single thrust he plunged deep inside my pussy. I moaned as I felt his cock splitting me down the middle. John gasped as it finally happened, as I was finally penetrated by another man.
Oh my God. I don’t know if it was him, the scenario, how forbidden and naughty this was with John sitting right there, or just how completely out of character I was acting now that I was playing the part of this character, but the feeling of his cock buried to the hilt inside my pussy was incredible, overwhelming. I felt sparks go off throughout my body and lights danced in front of my eyes, only to be replaced by his face looking down at me. He still had the scowl, and I looked down and took in the sight of his rippling muscles, of his amazing body, of his cock sliding slick with my juices as he pulled out and thrust inside me again.