I don't remember how the game started but it was just fantasy at first. The winner of the game, any game from backgammon to strip poker, got to say, "You have to do what I say". In the beginning we played games around the house like she was home alone and a "strange man" came in and tied her up... Or I would have to tell her embellished stories of my pre-marital bi-sexual escapades while she masturbated in front of me with a vibrator. Whoever won, I would usually spin a tale about whatever sexual situation the winner selected. Most other times we would usually lay on the bed naked and masturbate together to some really outrageous stories. Her favorite stories usually involve her having to do things with strange men in adult theaters. It was very hot. We often joked after we came together about what it would be like to do something like the theater fantasy for real.
After several months of driving ourselves crazy we decided that the next time we played "Do what I say", we would so something for real. We agreed that if that something was too extreme one could negotiate conditions. If one refused, there would be consequences to be decided on later. The next evening I beat her at gin rummy.
She looked nervous while I thought about what to do. So cute; standing in the middle of the living room with just one of my old dress shirts on and a pair of pink panties. I loved that dress shirt on her. It was missing all but the bottom button and was see through enough that you could see her nipples and the full shape of her tits. My imagination is scary sometimes but I knew I needed to take it easy if I ever wanted to play "Do what I say" for real again. My mind was reveling in the possibilities... Her pussy lips seemed to pout right through the thin panties. She keeps her pubic hair trimmed but I had a better idea.
"Go into the bathroom and shave your pussy completely!" She stared at me. "You have to do what I say and I say you have to shave your pussy as smooth as your ass". I smiled. She smiled briefly, turned and headed into the bathroom, resigned to her fate. Good girl, I thought. My cock began swelling against my jeans. Perfect. I sat down on the bed outside the bathroom and waited for her, working on my plan.
When the bathroom door opened I couldn't believe my eyes. She was completely naked, (which was her way of saying that she would be a good sport), and silhouetted by the bathroom light. She put her hands on her hips and stood with her legs about three feet apart. My god, her pussy lips were outlined by the light and I could clearly see she had followed the rules. I stood up and held her soft small but perfect body to mine. "Grab the shirt and put it on". She did so, looking nervous and timid, but still smiling. Good girl.
"Now, get in the car". She stared at me and reached for her panties but I said, "Leave them there, you won't need them. Now, do as I say and get in the car." She began to slowly walk to the front door. "What if somebody is outside?" "Then walk quickly", I said. She opened the door and stepped out. The car was out on the street so she had to walk down the walkway and around the car to the passenger side. It was only about 8:00pm on a Saturday night. She pulled the shirt tightly around her and rushed to the car, opened the door and jumped inside so fast that she didn't see what I saw; my friend and neighbor, Pete sitting on his porch with his wife drinking a beer. I caught his eye and gave him the shush sign. He smiled and took a sip.
I walked to the driver's side and hopped in. There she sat, with nothing on but a thin white shirt that was just too big for her. I reached over and deliberately opened the shirt and pulled its shoulders down over her arms, pinning her arms to her side and leaving her completely exposed. She was gasping and maybe a little bit frightened. I smiled reassuringly, started the engine and drove out of the neighborhood.
There is a strip on the edge of downtown that is home to some seedy bars and an adult bookstore, one with video booths in the back. As I drove slowly down the avenue her eyes were wide open. I know she was thinking about what I had in mind. Her arms were still pinned by her shirt sleeves making her look cute and vulnerable. I told her to spread her legs wide and pull her knees up. She obeyed. Now she looked really nasty, too. We both knew it. At this point nobody could see her but me. God, her tits were so perfect. I leaned over and looked real close, down at her pussy, naked, and hairless, spread open before me. I reached down and touched her right on her little clit, giving it circular rubs. She twitched slightly, a moan escaping her lips. This was the first time I'd felt her pussy completely shaved and I loved the nakedness, the vulnerability. She looked up at me with heat in her eyes.
Feeling safe in the car she began to gyrate gently into my fingers, moaning out loud. There was moisture glistening in the passing lights between her lips and all over my fingers.
As we pulled up to the next red light I told her to take my cock out and suck it for me. I know she loves sucking my cock. So she shifted over onto her hands and knees beside me on the seat and opened my pants, pulled out my hard cock and leaned in, sucking the head and slowly working her way up and down. While she sucked, I reach over and started rubbing her tits, running my hand over her back and around her perfect naked ass. She moaned on my cock, holding my balls with one hand while the other was between her legs tickling her slick little clit.
"I don't care where we go or who we see. You will do what I say. Understand?" She looked up from my cock, right into my eyes and said, "Yes I do." "Then lie on your back with your head in my lap. Pull your knees back and spread your legs. As she moved into position, I pulled the shirt off of her. She was naked; horny and naked, and she couldn't see where we were going.
