Free The Game by Jeanne Barrack

please?”
    “You may, but first get that tube of soothing balm and lave your fingers with it while I arrange myself on the bed. Sir David, you may help me disrobe. Use only your teeth.”
    *
    Dave got up and turned to Marcie. He never thought he could get so turned on by a silly story, but she was right about one thing. He could lose himself in her fantasies and not worry about the real world until later.
    “Mistress, it will be hard for me not to damage your garments.”
    “I certainly hope it will be hard. Very, very hard.”
    And she turned, showing him her back.
    Dave’s mouth went dry. Marcie was quite a bit shorter than Shari even wearing heels. He’d have to kneel to get his teeth on the zipper at the back of the dress.
    He kneeled.
    He tongued the material, then managed to grip the little plastic zipper tab.
    Inch by glorious inch, Marcie’s rosy skin was displayed. The gown fell from her shoulders as she shrugged off the bodice. With her back still turned to him, he couldn’t see her breasts, just her glorious ass.
    He couldn’t help it.
    He gripped her hips, pulled her back against his mouth, and his tongue darted between her butt cheeks. With one large hand, he held her in place while he plunged his fingers around in front and sank them deep within her pussy.
    She arched against his seeking fingers and gasped. “I. Should. Punish. You. For. This.” She moaned. “But it feels so good.”
    Frank whimpered.
    “Cease, Sir David. It’s quite unseemly to feast while your comrade goes hungry. Remember, he also needs nourishment.”
    She stepped out of the gown pooled at her feet and stretched out on the bed. Raising her arms above her head, she arched her breasts.
    “Sir David, come here and continue what you began. Sir Francis, kneel behind him and show me how well you can wield your sword. Forget about his cock for the nonce.”
    Dave parted her legs and placed his mouth on her clit, his tongue prying open her vaginal lips. He thrust in and out while he gripped her hips, raising her higher.
    God, she was so wet, so hot, so—
    “Frank!”
    Dave groaned as he felt Frank’s lube-coated fingers and then the slow, deep penetration of his cock. He nearly released Marcie’s body, the shock of pleasure racing through him from the taste of her cream and the thrust of Frank’s penis, almost too much for him.
    “Do you like that, Dave? Oh, Christ, you are so tight. So frigging tight. It feels so good, so fucking good. I can’t…”
    Dave heard Marcie panting as she drew closer to coming. Heard Frank’s guttural grunts as he plunged in and out. His heartbeat raced and the world exploded.
    * * * *
    Shari moaned as the vibrator brought her closer to her orgasm. She closed her eyes and pictured Dave’s thick penis pulsating within her. She tried not to think of what was happening in the other room.
    But failed.
    The building tension faded.
    “Shit.” She cursed under her breath, shutting off the lifeless substitute for the sensation of Dave’s flesh sheathed within her. Only the real thing would do now.
    This was so not going to work. Not with the bed banging away against the wall.
    Lying in a heap on the trunk at the foot of the bed were the discarded clothes from the game. Her T-shirt had to be there somewhere.
    She rummaged through the pile, finding it at the very bottom, and slipped it on.
    Now to find out what was going on. Hoping not to step on a squeaky floorboard, she moved like a shadow to the other room. Three voices groaned and panted so loudly she could hear them through the closed door.
    Closed, damn it! But maybe not locked.
    Shari turned the knob inch by agonizing inch. The lusty sounds of the threesome drowned out the creaking door as it opened a fraction.
    Yes! Just as she’d hoped, if someone stood at precisely the correct angle, the pitted mirror over the dresser on the wall opposite the bed reflected its occupants.
    Shari clung to the door frame with all her strength as she watched Frank