For the fourth time that night Daniel fought his girlfriend off him, shouting "one more game babe! Geddoff for one more game!" as she looped her arms around him and touched his chest and generally tried to be the centre of attention. She wanted him; it had been two long weeks at work for them both and neither had had much time to do anything, least of all sex -- now here he was on his first free Friday in half a month, playing instead of dicking her silly. Huffy, Stephanie wasn't letting him off so easily. As he finished a round and his team moved into the next, she waddled off to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later, topless aside from her loose old at-home bra and pair of plain bike shorts and with something in her hand. Without looking at her, Daniel moved his legs to allow her access as she squatted down and wiggled her way under his desk.
'What are you doing?' He asked her distractedly as the fight began and he opened fire on his opponents, calling commands to his allies. Ignoring the question, Stephanie manoeuvred herself into place until she was in front of him, spreading her legs on either side of his chair between his own and scooting up until she was able to lean in close to him. She ran a hand up the inside of his thigh and over his crotch, making him wiggle in his chair as he tried to concentrate on winning the game. 'Babe!' he called irritably as the distraction made him miss, ducking and copping a digital backside full of bullets for his mistake as he ran to cover, next to dead. Stephanie touched him through his pants, feeling the length she so simply wanted inside her, and worked her hand over his waistline until she forced his pants down a little and popped him up past his undies.
He squirmed as he made calls to his team, and Steph rolled his helmet between her finger and thumb, enticing him to grow even harder, which he promptly did. Smiling at it, she reached out and started pulling on his waistband, making him jolt -- despite his complaints, he couldn't leave his match to move, so to stop the interruption to his need for precise aim, he just lifted himself up a little and allowed her to undress his lower half.
'Left, left left left,' Daniel called as his cock sprang free beneath his desk and his attention-starved girlfriend began to stroke it gently, grunting slightly as the motion sent a surge of pleasure through his body. 'Nothing, nothing,' he said a little sheepishly into the mic, 'just hit my foot. Push top here, go go,' he called, firing his weapon.
Blonde and button-cute, Stephanie was curvy -- she advertised herself as "chunky but funky" and although she certainly wasn't overweight, she did have generosity to her form. Her hair was a straight golden waterfall, and light makeup still caked her face from her workday. She hadn't removed it yet in the hope that she might look just that extra bit enticing for Daniel when he'd arrived home -- sadly, he'd chosen to play with his mates first. Stephanie leaned in, and as the squad dropped and Daniel zeroed his sights in on the final fight, popped him between her puckered lips and slipped effortlessly over his helmet. Daniel jerked, missed, and promptly died. The round ended and Daniel's team score flashed up -- down and out by three points. He'd lost.
'Hey,' Daniel said a little tersely. 'As lovely as this is, can you wait one more game? We have to get a win tonight, then I'll get off and we'll go as long as you want.'
Oh, we'll go as long as I want, alright,
Stephanie thought to herself as she rubbed Daniel's now spit-covered tip with her thumb, pressing gently but tenderly underneath his sensitive tip.
I'd hate for this little personal cock suck to drag you away from your precious boys. Let's see you get that win, and then I'll have my way with you.
Stephanie gave Daniel a meek apology from between his legs, and his friend who was squad leader queued up another match. They found a game, and as the computer connected the players, Stephanie lifted something up in the space between them.
She licked his tip sensually and Daniel's knee dipped in at her -- she pushed it back, flinching with a gasp. 'Sorry babe,' Daniel said only half-apologetically. 'You caused that one.' Daniel greeted his allies, and Stephanie's black eyes darkened beneath his desk, staring at his erect cock with a growing evil malice.
I'm going to cause a lot more of it.
Then, as Daniel geared up and the round began and his calls to his team rattled off, Stephanie easily slipped the long, tube-like cup she'd been holding in her hand over and along his length, screwed a small tightener into place where the rim of the plastic cup met his navel, and lifted a tiny box connected via several thick, empty tubes onto her lap, eyes devoid of any lust or girlish glee as she eyed the dick now encased within the balloon-like clear plastic.
Stephanie had been through a few tough relationships. Six years ago, her boyfriend out of high school, who she had been working up the courage to have sex with for the first time for over six months, told her he was seeing
Georgia
and they were a "thing" now -- on the very night she'd worked up the courage to do it. Condoms, the pill and a glass of whiskey wasted, she'd cried herself to sleep, imaging the hot, slutty -- and frankly dumb as a dick -- Georgia bouncing instead on him in some fancy apartment her parents had rented her fully aware that she was going there to have sex. Two years later, the bookish IT boy she'd met online had told her she "wasn't his type" and broken up with her -- sadly, he'd forgotten to block her and she'd seen him posting pictures of the prettier-than-her woman -- or rather his head beside her bulging tits -- online. She'd needed a new phone after throwing that one, complete with the pictures of them together, into the wall so hard it cracked the brick it had hit.
Last year, Steph had gone out and hit the town. It was going great, and she'd met a couple of hot boys, including one that she found herself grinding against and who took her back to his room. When he tied her up, took pictures and left her there, laughing, she'd been forced to -- horrifyingly -- call room service to free her, in full, naked, spreadeagled view, only her panties covering her most sacred parts. They'd apologised profusely and expunged the room's renter, but it didn't repair the shame and humiliation Stephanie had endured. And then, just before Daniel, Steph had met a brilliant, charming man who'd thoroughly won her over, wined and dined her, showered her in praise, bedded her -- and then left while she slept, $200 missing from her purse and his pack of condoms loose on the floor, including the one she'd seen him rolling on -- apparently only to rip it off and throw it away without her realising shortly before he'd taken her.
And now, here was Daniel -- at first the perfect partner, only becoming more and more busy until he barely spoke to her anymore. Granted, she worked hard hours as well -- but that only made it worse. He worked, came home, gamed, and slept -- and if he was lucky, had some sex somewhere in between. Steph was a simple girl these days; fuck her when she was horny, feed her when she was hungry, call her pretty and she'd worship you. But do wrong by her, especially as her male date, and she became your worst enemy in a heartbeat. It wasn't fair, but then, Steph hadn't been treated fairly -- and she was fed up with it. It was time for Daniel to learn to worship
her,
one way or another. And after searching online and finding the perfect tool, she'd found how she'd achieve that.
As Daniel took aim, Steph flipped the pump on, and instantly the tube contracted tight around Daniel's cock. Jerking, he missed anything within 200 metres on his game's map, and when he put his hand down to see what was happening, Steph caught and deflected his hand. She switched the vibration motor on and watched Daniel's trapped and engorged cock begin to shake ever so slightly. He groaned.
'What the fuck, Steph?' he questioned, trying to push his chair back and look down. She held the chair by the base with her legs and her own weight kept it in place.
'Uh uh,' she tutted, sliding out from beneath the desk as Daniel died on screen and went back to respawn. She came up behind him, her breasts warm and heavy on his shoulders, and leaned over him, holding the small tubed-up box in her hand in front of him so he could see it.
'I'm sick and tired of men treating me like meat, Daniel,' Stephanie breathed into his ear, an entirely un-erotic, un-girlfriend-like tone in her voice. It dripped with repressed rage and shame, and it did not carry a micro-gram of relenting or mercy anywhere inside it. Daniel froze, his cock buzzing weirdly. 'Wha-'
'You men have had me every way you want,' she whispered under his earphone. 'I'm sick of it, Daniel. Sick of being tied up and left to rot, of being used for sex and shit else, of being an after thought to your
fucking gaming
time. So now, you're going to play. Just as you wanted. Win, and I take the pump off. Loose, and you keep playing -- and I keep pumping. Understand?' Daniel's penis vibrated and he struggled to comprehend what his girlfriend was saying to him, her body pressed against his own.
'Play until-' Stephanie shunted the suction motor up to max for a few seconds and Daniel gasped physically, gripping his armrests. The suctioned cup gripping his length shook violently between his legs, tapping the air tubes rapidly against the underside of his table.
'Play until you win, Daniel. Come on -- that's what you wanted, isn't it? One more game, Daniel? One more while I wait to be noticed, to be fed attention like your tame little pet?'
For the first time fully, Daniel began to realise that ignoring his girlfriend might not have been the best call he'd made that night. He didn't have a clue -- but he would by the time this evening was done.