Greta's Game (4 page)

When she finally opened her eyes, she found
the other women staring at her.

“What a slut,” Rosa remarked. “That was
supposed to be a punishment, but I think you actually
enjoyed
it.”

Jan’s cheeks went bright red again. She
swallowed hard and yanked the dildo out of her pussy with a wet
sucking sound, then covered her face with her hands. Jennifer
rubbed her back and said, “It’s okay. Just ignore her.”

“That was an excellent performance, dear,”
Greta remarked. “And now we’re down to the final spin of the game.
Rosa, it’s your turn.”

Rosa spun and got a 1, for Jennifer. “Yes!”
she cheered, pumping a fist in the air. “You’re gonna wish you
weren’t so rough with that dildo, girl.”

“Well, well,” Greta said as she read the pink
card. “Our final question is certainly a provocative one. Rosa,
would you rather give a stranger a handjob…or have Jennifer give a
stranger a blowjob?”

Rosa clapped her hands and cackled. “Oh, my
god. That is so awesome. I am
definitely
picking Jennifer
for this one.” She turned to the yoga instructor and said, “Get
down on your knees, girl, because justice is coming!”

A cold shiver raced down Jennifer’s spine.
“Greta, you can’t…this is…”

“This is the last round of the game. Are you
ready for it to be over? Ready for everyone to get dressed and go
back home to their husbands and their comfy beds?”

Jennifer knew it was useless to fight. She
grabbed her wine glass and gulped until it was empty. She was
already tipsy, but she needed to be as numb as possible to get
through this last challenge.

“Feel better now, dear?” Greta asked. “Good.
Now excuse me while I make a quick call.” She picked up her phone
and dialed. “Hello, Charles? Yes, this is Greta. I’m marvelous,
thank you. And you? Excellent. Yes, I was hoping you could help me
out. That’s right, I do have a game going tonight. Could you send
one of your men over? Anyone, it doesn’t matter. Okay, wonderful.
Thank you so much, dear.”

“Who was that?” Jennifer asked.

“Charles owns the large hardware store down
the street. He and I have become fast friends, and he knows all
about my little game. I call him from time to time when I need a
man for one of the challenges. He normally sends one of his stock
boys, or sometimes a cashier. The store is only two miles away, so
we shouldn’t have to wait long.”

Only five minutes later the doorbell rang,
and Greta went to answer it. She came back with a pot-bellied
middle-aged man wearing a soiled t-shirt and grungy jeans. Bits of
sawdust clung to his shoes and his baseball cap. His eyes lit up
when he saw the four naked women sitting on the two loveseats.

“Holy shit,” he drawled. “That’s one of the
best-looking groups you’ve ever had, Ms. Steele.”

“I agree. Jennifer, come over here, please.
Jennifer, this is Burt. He’s the man you’ll be servicing.”

The yoga instructor stood up and crossed the
room, arms over her body in a futile attempt to cover herself. She
stopped in front of Burt, head lowered.

“Move them arms, girl,” he ordered. “Let me
see what you got.” Jennifer dropped her arms to her sides and Burt
whistled when he saw her nice firm tits, her flat stomach, and the
neatly-trimmed brown bush. “Holy shit. I’m truly gonna enjoy this.”
He squeezed Jennifer’s tits, then reached around her waist to feel
her firm ass. “Yes, indeed. That’s one fine woman right there.”

“On your knees, Jennifer,” Greta commanded.
She took a step back but stayed close to the pair. “That’s right.
Now unzip Burt’s jeans. Good. Reach in and take it out,
please.”

Jennifer fished out Burt’s cock, which was
large and already hard. It also smelled like it hadn’t been washed
recently. She wrinkled her nose and turned her face away.

“What’s wrong, Jennifer?” Rosa called out.
“That sausage got some bad mustard on it?” The Latin beauty giggled
and slapped her knee, the only one to see any humor in the
situation. Lacy kept her eyes on her lap, and Jan watched her
sister with a look of horror on her face.

“Please begin,” Greta said. “Burt is
obviously ready and waiting.”

The yoga instructor leaned forward and opened
her mouth. Burt stuck his hard dick inside, and Jennifer gagged at
the taste of dried sweat. He grabbed the back of her head and
rammed farther inside her mouth, moaning the whole time. Jennifer’s
lips were locked around the shaft in an effort to keep Burt from
pushing it deeper, but that just excited him even more. He began
pumping in and out, using two fistfuls of Jennifer’s hair as
handles. His big balls slapped her chin with every forward stroke,
the wiry hair tickling her sensitive skin.

“Oh, man,” Burt groaned. “That’s one hot
mouth!” He pumped faster and faster, punishing the yoga
instructor’s face with every thrust. Burt’s wife hadn’t done this
for him in years, and the feel of the young beauty’s hot, wet mouth
on his cock was already driving him close to the edge. His balls
began to tingle, lightly at first, then so much that it nearly felt
like an electric shock. He fucked Jennifer’s face with rapid
strokes, over and over, over and over, until he finally let out a
strangled cry and shot a huge wad of cum onto her tongue.

Jennifer gasped and gagged as the hard cock
kept on pumping. Soon her mouth was filled with warm, sticky goo,
so much she didn’t know what to do with it.

As if reading her mind, Greta warned, “Don’t
you dare spit anything on my floor, young lady. That carpet is
very
expensive.”

When he was finally done squirting, Burt
pulled his wilting cock from Jennifer’s mouth. The girl shut her
eyes and swallowed, shuddering as the greasy wad slid down her
throat. Then she opened her eyes again just as Burt was tucking his
dick back into his pants with a smile on his face. “Thank you
kindly,” he told her, then he turned to Greta. “Always a pleasure,
Ms. Steele. Call me anytime.”

Jennifer stood up while Greta showed Burt to
the door. Jan and Lacy couldn’t even look at her, but Rosa was
staring at the yoga instructor and grinning. “How’d you like it,
girlfriend? You swallow any sawdust along with that cum?”

Ignoring the taunts, Jennifer sat down next
to Jan again. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, fighting
the urge to throw up.

“Can we…” Jan began. “I mean, do you think
it’s okay to get dressed now? Greta said the game was over.”

“We better wait until she gives our rings
back,” Lacy warned. “I don’t want to break any rules by
mistake.”

“You know what I
would
like to break?”
Jennifer asked. “That skinny bitch’s neck. I can’t believe she put
us through all that.”

“But we agreed to play the game,” Lacy said.
“It’s not like she forced us.”

Jan shook her head. “But she didn’t tell us
what we’d have to do. In a way, she tricked us.”

Lacy shrugged. “I guess we should have known
when she refused to play, too.”

“She said she
never
plays,” Jennifer
added. “That’s what makes it even worse. She gets off on
humiliating other women while she sits there with all her clothes
on and a big grin on her face.”

“Just let it go,” Rosa grumbled. “It’s over,
okay?”

“You should’ve seen her smiling while you
were getting that dildo up the ass,” Lacy told her. “She was in
heaven.”

Rosa frowned. “Really? Damn, that’s
cold.”

“It’s like I said, she gets off on it,”
Jennifer said.

The women sat in silence for a moment, then
Rosa said, “You know what? I think we ought to teach that bitch a
lesson.”

“What do you mean?” Jennifer asked.

Rosa looked over her shoulder to make sure
Greta wasn’t coming, then she hunched forward and murmured, “Listen
up. I’ve got a plan.”

* * *

When Greta returned a few minutes later, she
held an envelope in her hand. “Sorry for the delay, girls. Since
the game is officially over, I wanted to go ahead and fetch your
jewelry. Oh, and please feel free to get dressed.”

The women gathered their clothes and put them
on, then Greta passed out the wedding rings and Jan’s necklace.
“You all played extremely well, by the way. I learned so much about
each of you. I hope it was an enlightening experience for you as
well.”

“It was,” Jennifer said. “But we had a little
chat while we were waiting, and we all agreed that we’d like to
learn more about you, too.”

Greta’s smile faltered when she saw the looks
on the women’s faces. “Why, of course. Feel free to ask me whatever
you like.”

“Great!” said Rosa, stepping forward. Greta
noticed for the first time that Rosa held one hand behind her back.
“Here’s a question for you. Would you rather be whipped with
this,”—she held up the whip with the leather tassels—“or spend the
whole night tied up naked to one of the trees in your front
yard?”

Greta gave a nervous laugh. “Don’t be
ridiculous, dear. Like I told you, I never play the game
myself.”

“Answer the question,” Jennifer said, a cold
gleam in her eyes. “Would you rather have your bare ass whipped one
hundred times, or spend the night tied up naked in your front
yard?”

Greta took a step back. “But…but…”

“Can’t decide?” Jennifer asked. “Then we’ll
make it easy on you. Let’s do
both!
”

# # #

K.C. Silkwood is the author of the
Shame
On Her
series of eBooks, filled with more stories of women
being stripped, spanked, and humiliated. Her books are sold at most
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