Game of Lust: Breaking Point
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Authors: John Sheridan
Game
of Lust: Breaking Point
By
John Sheridan
Copyright
© 2012
Game
of Lust: Breaking Point, John Sheridan
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by John Sheridan
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I want to say a big special thanks to the brilliant
Kellie Kamryn. You have been a great support over the years. I couldn’t ask for
a better friend. And thank you for coming up with the brilliant title for
Breaking Point. You can find Kellie’s books on amazon.com.
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Celery,
Sex and Other Good Things For The Heart
Monkey’s,
Sex and Other Birthday Surprises
Game
of Lust: Breaking Point
The moment had finally arrived.
This was the night Axel would break. He had to. I
don’t know how much longer I can hold out. The doorbell echoed throughout my
silent home, as I rushed down the hallway. I paused momentarily. I needed to
sort out my dressing gown. It was my favourite, and very expensive, black silk
gown. It reached all the way down to my ankles and covered every inch of skin upon
my body. I carefully pulled apart the top of the gown, just enough so that my
impressive cleavage was on full display. I ran through a quick mental checklist
in my mind. Had I forgotten anything? I had the wine chilling already. I have
the wedding ring upon my finger. I had hung all the fake photos. My gown looked
perfect. My hair and makeup were exactly how I wanted them. I think I was set.
I unlocked the front door and greeted Axel with a
smile.
The young man was shuffling nervously outside.
Unconsciously, his deep brown eyes looked me up and
down and then down and up again.
‘You look really beautiful,’ he said.
‘Thank you,’ I replied, in my sweetest little voice.
Axel was in his early twenties. He was single. He
was handsome. He stood about half a head taller than me and had a slim manly
figure. I wouldn’t say he was muscular, but he had a man’s body. He had strong
arms, a nice chest, and a good slim torso. I still didn’t understand what he
saw in me. I had nearly fifteen years on him and I was curvy. And I know for a
fact that many of the pretty young women at the restaurant have been asking him
out. For some reason he had turned them all down. I am not afraid to admit that
I am heavily attracted to Axel. He is just a really sweet and sensitive person.
It is a characteristic you don’t see too often these days. It is something men
pretend to be just to get into my knickers, but through our game of lust I know
exactly the type of person that Axel is. He is the type of man I could easily
fall for. Tonight, Axel was wearing a pair of black jeans and a dark blue short
sleeved t-shirt. He was shifting his weight from one foot to another, as he
glanced back over his shoulder to the cul-de-sac I lived in.
‘Is there a problem?’ I asked him.
‘No,’ he replied, with a shake of his head.
‘You look nervous.’
‘I am. You have never asked me to come to your house
before.’
‘And that makes you nervous?’
‘Yes. You are married, Lily. What will happen if
your husband turns up?’
‘He is away for the entire weekend. It is just you
and I.’
I looked him dead in the eye, as I stroked my index
finger along my cleavage.
Axle licked his lips and swallowed hard.
‘Shall we call this off?’ I asked him.
‘No.’
‘Well, you have two options. You can go home, or you
can come inside and suck my tits.’
‘You will let me suck your tits?’
‘For as long as you want,’ I told him.
A smile split his lips. ‘I want to come in and suck
your tits.’
I stepped back from the door and gave him space to
enter. Axle took one final look at the street before stepping into my house. I
closed the door and flicked the lock. I could see a storm of lust swirling
behind the windows of his soul. Axel couldn’t take his eyes off me. This was good.
This meant he might actually break. Axel wasn’t the first man I had played this
game of lust with. I know it is wrong, but I do enjoy seducing men. I love how
they drool over my tits and beg for me to fuck them. Most men will last two,
maybe three, encounters before they finally break and the game ends. I love it
when they break. It is such a rewarding feeling. Axel and I have been having
this kind of relationship for six months. He has lasted longer than any man I
have ever known. His self-control is impressive. He had to break tonight. If he
didn’t, I would. I am so fucking horny that I could ride his cock all night,
but I have to be strong. This is my game.
‘It is in here.’
I led Axel into the living room. The interior lights
of the house were all out, but I had already lit a half dozen candles. They
were positioned in different corners of the room. It created a peaceful and
intimate setting. A wave of tingles trickled down my spine at the feel of his
strong hand on my ass cheek. I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled.
He knew the rules. I was his. He could touch any part of my body. He could suck
my tits, squeeze my ass, run his tongue anywhere, and cum over any part of my
body, but we were not allowed to kiss. I was not allowed to touch him. And no
part of his body was allowed inside my pussy. That was off limits.
‘Do you want a glass of wine?’ I asked him.
‘I am driving. I shouldn’t.’
‘You are having one,’ I told him. There was no room
for debate.
He would break, even if I had to get him drunk.
I stepped out of his reach and back into the hallway.
Axel remained in the living room. A smile spread across my face, as I entered
the kitchen. This felt so exciting. I was finally going to break Axel. I just
had to hide the fact that he got me so wet. Just the feel of his hands upon my
body could melt my heart. I fancied the pants off of him. Being in such close
proximity to him made my pussy ache. I needed to be strong, stay composed, and
show that I was the dominate one in this situation.
‘Is this your husband?’ I could hear him ask.
Axel must have found the photos.
I had placed them near the candles.
The only photos in the room were single ones of me
and single ones of a man.
‘Yes. That is Steve,’ I lied.
Steve did not exist. I had realised early on that
men get some kind of extra kick out of the game if they thought I was married.
It also gives me a good excuse for why they can’t fuck, finger, or lick my pussy.
I play the housewife part. I say how I love my husband, but we don’t have sex
because of his bad health. This is the justification for why I need to feel
wanted by a man. Most men don’t ask too many questions. They just get a buzz
out of the idea that they are being bad with a nervous wife that would never
betray her husband. I have never had to resort to bringing someone back to my
house before, but Axel was a special case. He was my Everest. I downloaded
several photos of a guy off the internet, stuck them in picture frames, and
hung them around the room. Picking up a fake wedding ring was easy enough. I
wore it at work and allowed everyone to think I was married. It was kind of fun
having this secret life that no one knew about.
‘Are you sure he won’t be back tonight?’
‘I am positive.’
I plucked the wine from the fridge door and located
a pair of glasses in the cabinet.
‘I just don’t want you to get into trouble,’ said
Axel, as he stepped into the kitchen.
‘We won’t get into trouble,’ I reassured him. This
was so naughty. There really was no danger. I lived alone in this house. Nobody
would be coming back, but Axel believed that someone could walk through the
door at any moment. That increased the danger level for him. This would mean
his heart would be beating faster and his adrenaline would be going through the
roof. All of this will help me in breaking him.
I poured the wine into the glasses.
I placed the bottle upon the kitchen counter and
picked up the glasses of wine.
‘Axel...’ I sighed softly, as he reached around and
caressed my breasts.
My tits were tingling.
‘I have been thinking about you all day,’ he
whispered into my ear.
I could feel his lips upon the curve of my neck.
‘I can’t get you out of my head.’
‘I can’t stop thinking of you,’ I replied.
‘Do you mean that?’
‘Yes. I am crazy about you, but...’ He cut me off.
‘You are married.’
‘Yes,’ I lied.
‘And what if you weren’t married?’
‘We wouldn’t need these rules. I would let you do
anything you wanted to me.’
‘I wish you were not married.’
‘I do, too. If I was single I would let you hitch up
the back of my night gown and fuck me over the kitchen counter. You have no
idea how often I think about having your dick inside of me.’
‘That would be incredible.’
‘You like the thought of sliding your long hard cock
into my tight wet pussy?’
‘It’s all I think about.’
‘Do you want me that bad?’
‘I want you more than you know. I dream about what
it would feel like to be inside of you.’
‘I would love that. I would want it skin on skin. I
would want a nice raw passionate fuck.’
He pressed his groin up against my ass. I could feel
a hard bulge digging into me.
‘Are you hard?’
‘Yes.’
‘Did all this talk about fucking me turn you on?’
‘Lily, everything about you turns me on.’
I turned to face him. I handed him a glass of wine.
‘I want you to down it.’
‘I have to drive home...’ I spoke over him.
‘You are staying the night. Now, down this drink.’
‘What about your husband? Won’t he be back in the
morning?’
‘Forget about him. Drink it.’
‘But...’
‘If you stay the night there is a good chance I will
end up sucking your cock.’
Axels jaw nearly hit the floor it hung so far open.
I had never sucked his cock before.
He downed the glass of wine in one go.
‘Good boy.’ I handed him the second glass. ‘I want
you to down this one, too.’
‘Are you trying to get me drunk?’
‘Yes.’
He smiled a cheeky smile.
He downed the second drink.
‘Good boy. I have a reward for you.’
‘You do?’
I leaned forward towards him. I could see the look
of anticipation etched into his face. This was something we have never done. It
was something he had always wanted to do, but I shot him down at every single
opportunity. I pressed my lips against his. I could feel him pressing his lips
back against me. I don’t know who did it first, but our mouths opened. His
tongue slipped smoothly into my mouth, as we began to tilt our heads from side
to side. It was a deep passionate kiss that carried six months of frustration
and emotions. It had been so long since I had actually kissed a man. I forgot
how amazing it could be.
I pulled back from the kiss.
We exchanged smiles.
‘Wow,’ he chuckled.
‘Go back into the living room. I will bring some
fresh drinks in.’
‘I...’
I cut him off.
‘Go!’ It was an order. He knew the rules of this
game. You did what I said.
I waited until he left the kitchen before I started
giggling. That kiss was fucking fantastic. Butterflies were fluttering within
the depths of my stomach. He had to break tonight. I wouldn’t be able to hold
out. I wanted him so bad. I turned my attention back to the bottle of wine. Two
fresh glasses were poured out. I picked them up off the counter, headed down
the corridor, and re-joined Axel in the living room.
‘Axel,’ I spoke his name softly, as I walked over to
the coffee table.
‘Yes?’
‘Take off your clothes.’
He bit his bottom lip for a moment and then got to
his feet. I placed the wine on the table and watched. I did love watching him
undress. It was the build up and tension. He got my blood going. Axel unclipped
his belt and popped open the button on his trousers. I watched them drop down
around his ankles. The next to go was his t-shirt. It was pulled up over the
top of his head. A warm glow tickled the inside of my tummy at the sight of his
naked chest. I could run my tongue all over that. Axel kicked off his shoes,
stepped out of his trousers, and promptly removed his socks.
‘Are you forgetting something?’ I gestured with a
nod of his head to his boxer shorts.
He smiled that cheeky smile.
His boxer shorts were pulled down.
My heartbeat rapidly increased.
His long hard cock was standing fully erect in the
air in front of me. It was a magnificent weapon of pleasure. I have watched him
stroke it so many times. I wished that it was inside of me. I bet it would feel
insanely good inside of me. He stepped out of his boxer shorts.
‘Sit on the couch.’
He did as he was told.
‘Stroke your cock for me, but do it slowly.’
I sighed deeply, as he took his dick within the palm
of his hand. Slowly, he began to stroke his hand up and down the thick shaft. I
could see a tiny drop of pre-cum at the tip of his organ. The way he carefully
corkscrewed his hand down his cock was making my pussy melt. A spark of delight
ignited behind his eyes, as I reached for the cord of my nightgown. This was
the part I was dreading. I knew Axel was attracted to me. I knew he thought I was
beautiful. I don’t look bad, but I used to be a whole lot slimmer. It has been
a very long time since I last did this for a man, but I wanted to do it for
him. I untied the cord around my mid-section and allowed the front of the gown
to fall open. Axel smiled a very naughty smile. I was naked underneath. A
wiggle of my shoulders allowed the gown to fall backwards and land upon the
living room floor. I was stood before him, completely exposed.