Game Player

1 - Cal

"That's it, spread your legs...I want your cunt to take it all." Cal whispered and pounded his cock into the leggy beauty. Doubling her over and pushing her ankles into the mattress towards her head. Her pussy was wide open and already pink from their first session of the night.

"Fuck!...argh yes...fuck me! Let me spread my pussy for you." She reached down with both hands, spreading her bare pussy lips and looked at him coyishly.

He gritted. "I need you to cum - cum hard while I feed my cock into you." She moans and pats her clit, reaching down to feel his cock sliding into her cunt. She's the hottest piece of ass he's had in a long time. So direct and unabashed in her approach to sex. He found it refreshing and surprisingly, she was keeping him hard for longer than he'd anticipated.

"I want to ride you."

He obliged, flipped onto his back taking her with him, his cock still buried inside her. Cal folded his arms behind his head and looked up at her. "Ride it," he growled.

She lifted up and squatted with her legs opened wide over him, giving a satisfied moan as she guided his cock back into her warm depths.

"My cock feels good in your cunt - you're so tight like that. It's the best view of that pink pussy." Licking his fingers, he reached down to circle her clit, slowly stroking down to the lips wrapped around his cock and back up again. She moaned a deep sigh.

"Ride it," he repeated.

She placed both palms on his chest, raised her hips and lowered down on him. Agonizingly slowly, circling her hip at the base of his cock and raising it again until she only had the head inside her. Again and again, she did this. Her lush breasts and swollen pink nipples bouncing faster as she picked up her pace. He was ready to explode. Fuck he couldn't take anymore and needed to take control. He grabbed her hips and ground up into her, pushing himself in as deep as her cunt would take, using his pelvis to rub her clit. She met him thrust for thrust, moaning her release while he poured his load into her and she collapsed to rest on his chest, brown curls fanning his face.

Once they'd both caught their breaths, she rolled off him, placing her forearms over her eyes and sighed.

"Mmmm. I want another round soon, I want to work that pussy harder." He reached over and rubbed her clit suggestively.

"As much as I'd love to..." she paused, the realisation dawning on her face that they didn't know each other's name. "I have to call it a night....thanks...that was great."

She rolled out of bed, dressed, pecked him on the cheek and left without another word.

What, the fuck.

He couldn't fault her for doing a polite, hasty retreat and he wasn't complaining - he'd done the same on many occasions. Having it in reverse was....a foreign experience. Calvin Knight, the corporate high-flyer and bachelor about town, normally had trouble shaking women from his bed. He liked sex, partook frequently enough, but didn't like the messy relationship stuff. He'd had them in the past - nothing too serious. He thought they were overrated and now preferred to just be balls-deep in some pussy for a night and move on. No regrets.

He wasn't an asshole to the women he fucked. He bought them drinks, paid for dinner, made polite conversation, and gave them damn good fucks - according to the many unsolicited feedback he'd received. He just never allowed any loitering afterward and never repeated the orgasms with the same person for more than a night. He never made a pretense about it either.

In retrospect, he shouldn't have been surprised by her directness and prompt exit. Her behaviour earlier in the night should have given him plenty of warning.

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Cal spotted her standing across the bar because of her height. She stood out - five feet eleven he thought, five or six inches shorter than him. Curvaceous, long dark curly hair piled high on her head. Luscious red lips. Short black strapless wonder, itching to be peeled off. Dressed to kill and just his type.

She had noticed him watching her throughout the night and finally raised her glass to salute him, but then dismissively turned away. As he approached and ordered her a second cocktail, she leaned over and whispered, "you want to take me home and fuck me. No strings attached." No introductions. Not a question.

He grinned. "You know what you want."

Cocktail in hand, she sipped and looked directly over the rim of her glass at him. "I knew what you want."

"If we're not beating about the bush, then let me be clear - for just tonight, I'm going to make you cream on my face and stream cum from your pussy all night long," Cal whispered to her, kissing down her neck.

"I hope you don't over promise and under deliver," she quirked her eyebrow at him and walked towards the door with every expectation that he would follow.

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It was perfect. Cal understood the rules and preferred her no-bullshit method but, like his previous encounters, he thought she wouldn't follow through once she had her legs wrapped around his head and his tongue buried deep in her pussy. Not that his ego couldn't comprehend a woman with the same attitude or execution-style as him... it was just an eye-opener when he did encounter one who discussed and meted out as planned. He was normally the first one to politely excuse himself from the tangle of limbs and dash for the door.

He'd met his ideal woman. For the first time in a long time, Cal pondered how he could arrange a second encounter when he didn't know her name. His cock perking up at the idea. He wondered if she'd piqued his interest by doing reverse psychology on him. Frustrated, he rolled over and tried to sleep.

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