Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

  “Me, neither,” Jennifer said with a grin. “I wish I could’ve taken pictures.”

  “Let’s dispense with the melodrama, girls,” Greta said as she wrapped the dildo inside the black cloth then returned it to the duffle bag. “Temper tantrums are so unseemly.”

  Rosa stood on shaky legs and walked back to the couch, one hand clamped to her ass. Now both she and Jennifer had a hard time sitting down as they waited for Lacy to take her turn. Lacy spun a 2, for Jan. Greta smiled as she read the card. “It looks like we’ll be using this little darling after all,” she said, holding up the bright blue dildo. “Lacy, would you rather masturbate in front of another woman, or have Jan masturbate in front of the entire group?”

  Lacy, still mad at Jan for making her walk all the way to the mailbox naked, grabbed the blue dildo from Greta and tossed it into Jan’s lap, where it landed with a fleshy smack. “There you go, Jan. Have a blast.” Jan picked the wobbly object up with two fingers. “But…here? Now? In front of everyone?”

  “That’s the idea,” Rosa said snidely.

  Jan’s cheeks went bright red. “But how…I don’t even…”

  “Don’t tell me you’ve never used one before,” Lacy remarked.

  “Just spread your legs and stick the damn thing in,” Rosa said. “Or let me do it for you. I’d be happy to.”

  “No! Just…” Jan looked at her sister, but Jennifer only shrugged then stared at the floor. With one last nervous glance around the room, Jan slowly spread her legs. She gripped the blue dildo by one end and lightly rubbed the head against her pussy lips, surprised to find them already damp.

  “Would you like a squirt of this, dear? Greta asked, holding up the bottle of lubricant.

  “Um…no,” Jan answered quietly. “I…I’m okay.” The young girl looked down into her lap because she couldn’t bear the pressure of the four other women staring at her. She eased the dildo inside herself, slowly, slowly, until it was halfway buried between her slick lips. Then she eased it back out, her movements stiff and mechanical. Maybe if I just pretend to have an orgasm, I can get this over with quicker.

  But as Jan manipulated the dildo, she couldn’t fight the feelings of pleasure building up in her groin. Maybe it was just the dire need to get rid of her stress, but the rubber device actually felt fantastic as it slid in and out. Even better than the one she kept at home, hidden in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Jan closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was alone in her bedroom, tucked under the covers with all the lights off. She worked the dildo faster and faster. The warm tingling sensation grew stronger. She heard the sounds of bare flesh shifting on the couch, then one of the girls snickered. Probably that bitch Rosa. Jan ignored those sounds and concentrated on the soft weight of the device in her hand. In and out, in and out.

  The young girl clenched her teeth. Her groin was throbbing now, a divine pulse of pleasure, like a second heartbeat. The tingle spread upward from her stomach to her nipples. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Jan arched her back and cried out as she pushed the dildo all the way inside herself. A flood of ecstasy coursed through her body, soaring from her crotch to the tips of her fingers and toes. She shuddered, gasping, as the feelings of warm pleasure slowly ebbed away.

  When she finally opened her eyes, she found the other women staring at her.

  “What a slut,” Rosa remarked. “That was supposed to be a punishment, but I think you actually enjoyed it.”

  Jan’s cheeks went bright red again. She swallowed hard and yanked the dildo out of her pussy with a wet sucking sound, then covered her face with her hands. Jennifer rubbed her back and said, “It’s okay. Just ignore her.”

  “That was an excellent performance, dear,” Greta remarked. “And now we’re down to the final spin of the game. Rosa, it’s your turn.”

  Rosa spun and got a 1, for Jennifer. “Yes!” she cheered, pumping a fist in the air. “You’re gonna wish you weren’t so rough with that dildo, girl.”

  “Well, well,” Greta said as she read the pink card. “Our final question is certainly a provocative one. Rosa, would you rather give a stranger a handjob…or have Jennifer give a stranger a blowjob?”

  Rosa clapped her hands and cackled. “Oh, my god. That is so awesome. I am definitely picking Jennifer for this one.” She turned to the yoga instructor and said, “Get down on your knees, girl, because justice is coming!”

  A cold shiver raced down Jennifer’s spine. “Greta, you can’t…this is…”

  “This is the last round of the game. Are you ready for it to be over? Ready for everyone to get dressed and go back home to their husbands and their comfy beds?”

  Jennifer knew it was useless to fight. She grabbed her wine glass and gulped until it was empty. She was already tipsy, but she needed to be as numb as possible to get through this last challenge.

  “Feel better now, dear?” Greta asked. “Good. Now excuse me while I make a quick call.” She picked up her phone and dialed. “Hello, Charles? Yes, this is Greta. I’m marvelous, thank you. And you? Excellent. Yes, I was hoping you could help me out. That’s right, I do have a game going tonight. Could you send one of your men over? Anyone, it doesn’t matter. Okay, wonderful. Thank you so much, dear.”

  “Who was that?” Jennifer asked.

  “Charles owns the large hardware store down the street. He and I have become fast friends, and he knows all about my little game. I call him from time to time when I need a man for one of the challenges. He normally sends one of his stock boys, or sometimes a cashier. The store is only two miles away, so we shouldn’t have to wait long.”

  Only five minutes later the doorbell rang, and Greta went to answer it. She came back with a pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing a soiled t-shirt and grungy jeans. Bits of sawdust clung to his shoes and his baseball cap. His eyes lit up when he saw the four naked women sitting on the two loveseats.

  “Holy shit,” he drawled. “That’s one of the best-looking groups you’ve ever had, Ms. Steele.”

  “I agree. Jennifer, come over here, please. Jennifer, this is Burt. He’s the man you’ll be servicing.”

  The yoga instructor stood up and crossed the room, arms over her body in a futile attempt to cover herself. She stopped in front of Burt, head lowered.

  “Move them arms, girl,” he ordered. “Let me see what you got.” Jennifer dropped her arms to her sides and Burt whistled when he saw her nice firm tits, her flat stomach, and the neatly-trimmed brown bush. “Holy shit. I’m truly gonna enjoy this.” He squeezed Jennifer’s tits, then reached around her waist to feel her firm ass. “Yes, indeed. That’s one fine woman right there.”

  “On your knees, Jennifer,” Greta commanded. She took a step back but stayed close to the pair. “That’s right. Now unzip Burt’s jeans. Good. Reach in and take it out, please.”

  Jennifer fished out Burt’s cock, which was large and already hard. It also smelled like it hadn’t been washed recently. She wrinkled her nose and turned her face away.

  “What’s wrong, Jennifer?” Rosa called out. “That sausage got some bad mustard on it?” The Latin beauty giggled and slapped her knee, the only one to see any humor in the situation. Lacy kept her eyes on her lap, and Jan watched her sister with a look of horror on her face.

  “Please begin,” Greta said. “Burt is obviously ready and waiting.”

  The yoga instructor leaned forward and opened her mouth. Burt stuck his hard dick inside, and Jennifer gagged at the taste of dried sweat. He grabbed the back of her head and rammed farther inside her mouth, moaning the whole time. Jennifer’s lips were locked around the shaft in an effort to keep Burt from pushing it deeper, but that just excited him even more. He began pumping in and out, using two fistfuls of Jennifer’s hair as handles. His big balls slapped her chin with every forward stroke, the wiry hair tickling her sensitive skin.

  “Oh, man,” Burt groaned. “That’s one hot mouth!” He pumped faster and faster, punishing the yoga instructor’s face with every thrust. Burt�
��s wife hadn’t done this for him in years, and the feel of the young beauty’s hot, wet mouth on his cock was already driving him close to the edge. His balls began to tingle, lightly at first, then so much that it nearly felt like an electric shock. He fucked Jennifer’s face with rapid strokes, over and over, over and over, until he finally let out a strangled cry and shot a huge wad of cum onto her tongue.

  Jennifer gasped and gagged as the hard cock kept on pumping. Soon her mouth was filled with warm, sticky goo, so much she didn’t know what to do with it.

  As if reading her mind, Greta warned, “Don’t you dare spit anything on my floor, young lady. That carpet is very expensive.”

  When he was finally done squirting, Burt pulled his wilting cock from Jennifer’s mouth. The girl shut her eyes and swallowed, shuddering as the greasy wad slid down her throat. Then she opened her eyes again just as Burt was tucking his dick back into his pants with a smile on his face. “Thank you kindly,” he told her, then he turned to Greta. “Always a pleasure, Ms. Steele. Call me anytime.”

  Jennifer stood up while Greta showed Burt to the door. Jan and Lacy couldn’t even look at her, but Rosa was staring at the yoga instructor and grinning. “How’d you like it, girlfriend? You swallow any sawdust along with that cum?”

  Ignoring the taunts, Jennifer sat down next to Jan again. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, fighting the urge to throw up.

  “Can we…” Jan began. “I mean, do you think it’s okay to get dressed now? Greta said the game was over.”

  “We better wait until she gives our rings back,” Lacy warned. “I don’t want to break any rules by mistake.”

  “You know what I would like to break?” Jennifer asked. “That skinny bitch’s neck. I can’t believe she put us through all that.”

  “But we agreed to play the game,” Lacy said. “It’s not like she forced us.”

  Jan shook her head. “But she didn’t tell us what we’d have to do. In a way, she tricked us.”

  Lacy shrugged. “I guess we should have known when she refused to play, too.”

  “She said she never plays,” Jennifer added. “That’s what makes it even worse. She gets off on humiliating other women while she sits there with all her clothes on and a big grin on her face.”

  “Just let it go,” Rosa grumbled. “It’s over, okay?”

  “You should’ve seen her smiling while you were getting that dildo up the ass,” Lacy told her. “She was in heaven.”

  Rosa frowned. “Really? Damn, that’s cold.”

  “It’s like I said, she gets off on it,” Jennifer said.

  The women sat in silence for a moment, then Rosa said, “You know what? I think we ought to teach that bitch a lesson.”

  “What do you mean?” Jennifer asked.

  Rosa looked over her shoulder to make sure Greta wasn’t coming, then she hunched forward and murmured, “Listen up. I’ve got a plan.”

  * * *

  When Greta returned a few minutes later, she held an envelope in her hand. “Sorry for the delay, girls. Since the game is officially over, I wanted to go ahead and fetch your jewelry. Oh, and please feel free to get dressed.”

  The women gathered their clothes and put them on, then Greta passed out the wedding rings and Jan’s necklace. “You all played extremely well, by the way. I learned so much about each of you. I hope it was an enlightening experience for you as well.”

  “It was,” Jennifer said. “But we had a little chat while we were waiting, and we all agreed that we’d like to learn more about you, too.”

  Greta’s smile faltered when she saw the looks on the women’s faces. “Why, of course. Feel free to ask me whatever you like.”

  “Great!” said Rosa, stepping forward. Greta noticed for the first time that Rosa held one hand behind her back. “Here’s a question for you. Would you rather be whipped with this,”—she held up the whip with the leather tassels—“or spend the whole night tied up naked to one of the trees in your front yard?”

  Greta gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, dear. Like I told you, I never play the game myself.”

  “Answer the question,” Jennifer said, a cold gleam in her eyes. “Would you rather have your bare ass whipped one hundred times, or spend the night tied up naked in your front yard?”

  Greta took a step back. “But…but…”

  “Can’t decide?” Jennifer asked. “Then we’ll make it easy on you. Let’s do both!”

  # # #

  Chapter 2: Greta’s Game 2

  The woman with the black hair, the pale skin, and the bright blue eyes had been at the Mexican resort for over three weeks now. Every waiter, bartender, and maid knew her routine by heart at this point. At mid-morning, the woman would saunter down to the pool area and lie down in cabana #9, which she had booked for a solid month. She would beckon for a mimosa right away, switching to margaritas around lunchtime. Then she would while away the hours with a book, or her iPad, or sometimes just stare out at the crowd around the pool, eyes hidden behind designer sunglasses, as if she were deep in thought. She always wore a black bikini with a gauzy robe over it—sometimes white, sometimes yellow, sometimes a bright neon pink—although she never took a dip in the pool or the ocean and rarely ventured outside of her shaded cabana.

  She can’t, one of the maids whispered one day. With that fish-white skin, she’d burn in a heartbeat.

  Maybe she’s a vampire, her coworker added. She sure looks like one. Or the evil queen from one of the fairy tales my little Rosalita loves so much.

  But in truth, Greta Steele was neither a vampire nor an evil queen. She was the owner of Steele Kisses, a company that sold lingerie, sex toys, and other titillating items for discerning adults. But although she was the owner, Greta rarely sat in her office; a leisurely month at a swanky beachside resort in Mexico was a far more pleasurable way to pass the time—although those long afternoons in her cabana weren’t spent just lounging and relaxing. While the resort’s employees were studying her, Greta was busy studying the other guests. For the past week, her main object of interest had been a group of high school seniors from Texas on a class trip. One of the pool waiters explained that the students—about thirty in all, as far as Greta could tell—had come to the Yucatan Peninsula to tour the various ancient ruins scattered along the coast. But after those tours ended in mid-afternoon each day, the rowdy students invaded the pool area and acted just as wild as any group of 18-year-olds would if they were hundreds of miles from home, barely chaperoned, and free to order alcohol legally for the first time in their lives.

  As the days went by, Greta slowly learned about each individual student. By observing their actions, eavesdropping on group conversations, and listening in on candid sessions of gossip, Greta learned enough about the teens to know which four she would pick for the latest round of her game.

  The first girl was Claire. She was the perfect girl-next-door type; pretty but not gorgeous, friendly but not the life of the party, and with a body that was decent but not overly sexy. Claire seemed to have good relations with all of the other students without being close friends with any of them. That would make for an interesting dynamic, Greta figured.

  Her second choice was Becky. Becky was pretty, but she was also slim and flat-chested. The other kids called her Becky the Board, sometimes straight to her face, which always made the shy teenager blush and run away. Becky was also the youngest girl on the trip, as she had just turned 18 a few days earlier.

  The third girl was named Kelly, the only cheerleader from the school who had come on the class trip. Greta admired the fact that even though Kelly was slightly plump by modern standards, she still had all the confidence in the world. Those few extra pounds had given Kelly a curvy ass and a set of tits bigger than any other girl in the group. With her blonde hair, her pouty lips, and that hourglass figure, Kelly reminded Greta of a young Marilyn Monroe—although this girl had the spirit of a true Texas cowgirl, all piss and vinegar.

  Greta
’s final choice was Sam—short for Samantha—who was apparently good friends with Becky. Sam was one of the school’s best athletes, the star of both the tennis and the swimming teams. She had a pleasant face and a trim athletic body, and even though many of the boys stared at her as she lounged around in her bikini, Sam didn’t seem to have any interest in them at all. Some of the poolside gossip hinted that Sam might be gay, although others figured she was simply too wrapped up in sports to have any interest in sex.

  It was midafternoon on the final day of the school trip when Greta summoned all four girls to her cabana. The teens stared at each other, wondering why this beautiful but strange middle-aged woman had asked to see them. When Greta motioned to the chairs inside her poolside oasis, the girls sat down with wary looks on their faces. The older woman shifted on her lounge chair, stretching her long frame. Despite being in her late forties, her body was still lean, toned, and sexy.

  “Thank you so much for coming,” Greta told the group. She wore her usual black bikini with a scarlet wrap thrown over it, her black hair pulled back in a bun, and with her usual bright red lipstick and nail polish. “I’ve been watching you girls for a while now, and it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m from the United States as well, by the way.”

  Kelly, the cheerleader, shifted in her seat. She wore a blue and white striped bikini that her big tits were nearly spilling out of, and the wet seat of her bikini bottoms were sticking uncomfortably to the plastic pool chair. “Um, if you’re upset about the noise, you better talk to the hotel manager. They said we could hang out here as much as we wanted, and—”

  Greta waved the comment away with one manicured hand. “Oh no, on the contrary. I’m always thrilled to see young people enjoying themselves with such gusto.”