“Now, on to where your reward lies in all of this,” she said, putting a hand on her right hip and pointing another towards my general direction. “Here is the deal. Every bullet point leads you one step further to getting to have you-know-what with me.” She grinned, looking mightily pleased with herself. “This is how it will go. For the first bullet point perfected, I take off the rest of my clothes for your ogling pleasures.”
“I’m not sure that will help my, uh, situation.” I pointed towards my crotch. “Hurt it, rather, and make it harder for me to concentrate on your bullet point.”
“Not if you want to finish the whole game. You have to force yourself to concentrate, or you lose. For the second bullet point, I’ll sit on top of the table and let you watch me make myself cum.”
Just hearing her say those words made my dick go out of control. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually experience it. “You’re making this so hard.”
“Pun intended?” She grinned. “Hard, yes, but fun?”
I sighed loudly. “Yes. Fun. In an extremely torturous kind of way. Go on.”
“Third bullet point and you will receive the best blow job of your life. Plus, you can come all over my face.”
“If you keep talking like that,” I said, desire now driving me to the point of insanity, “then I’ll have to forget all about your homework and take you right now.”
“That’s the idea, for you to want to do that!” she exclaimed charmingly. “That’s the challenge. If you can come up with great ideas under this kind of pressure – and I’m sure you can – then you will be rewarded. Because at the fourth bullet point, you can, ahem, recharge yourself, by going down on me.”
“That’s what I have wanted to do since I saw you in this living room. I can’t wait to taste you…”
Unconsciously, I was lightly rubbing my shaft, my brain unable to register much that was going on around me. She was right, controlling this was going to make it fun. I had to find a way to snap out of it long enough for my brain to work, one great idea at a time.
“You know what happens at the final bullet point. You can…how do you say it…oh yeah…fuck my brains out. Long and hard. But only if you make it through all five bullet points.”
“What about your case studies and examples?” I asked, trying to conceal the effect she had on me by mentioning me fucking her brains out. If she was set on playing this game, I had to be set on winning. After all that I had accomplished in my life, keeping my cool for another hour or so and generating some good ideas while my whole body refused my brain’s attempt to function should not be that hard.
“Once we have taken care of the framework, which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure. That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest time, or ever.
The very first bullet point wasn’t that difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand, her body’s physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth ride.
The hardest part – literally and otherwise – came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do anything about it for three more bullet points.
“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,” she said, while massaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my mouth’s job to do soon, and that will force you to come up with a good third point at a faster pace.”
She cupped her entire pussy with her palm, rubbing it in circular motions, and threw her head all the way back. She gasped lightly. Thoroughly glad to be granted permission to enjoy the show better, I let my own pants drop to the floor and began rubbing my shaft, watching her. Her middle finger was rubbing up and down her clitoris, as her other hand was spreading her pussy open as wide as it went. I rubbed myself faster and faster, as she was close to making herself come, but then stopped a couple of times for the fear of exploding. I would much rather that happen inside her tiny little mouth and all over her face. Then I would make her lick it, I thought, and moaned.
Aria started massaging her breast with one of her hands and then slowly stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, letting out an audible gasp. Perhaps afraid of ending the show prematurely, she removed her finger and licked it seductively, causing me to almost come once again, so I had to stop the rubbing entirely. Instead, I satisfied myself with thinking that the hardest part was soon going to be over, and watched her fuck herself with her fingers until she came so hard she screamed.
“That was…quite a show,” I said, my dick pointing straight at her, rock hard.
“It felt as good as it looked,” she said after a few minutes, and then eyed my dick. “We will take care of that shortly. One more idea, Zayden.”
It took me everything I had to look away from her and into the notebook. After a few difficult attempts, my brain finally worked, and with great hardships, we finally had a suitable third bullet point.
“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard,” I said longingly as she approached me and kneeled across from me. “You better brace yourself.”
As soon as she took me in her mouth, however, I was completely unable to speak. Or think. Or function in any way other than pulling her head harder and harder onto me and thrusting myself as deep into her throat as I could. It couldn’t have been longer than a few minutes when I exploded all over her face. She swallowed whatever was in her mouth immediately, without my asking.
“Lick whatever you can off your face,” I said triumphantly, when I was able to speak again, feeling relieved and ecstatic. She did as I said, and just watching her was enough to get me excited again right away.
The fourth bullet point, however, was much easier to tackle now that I had been satisfied. When it was over, I was delighted to have the opportunity to finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. Taking my time to torture her just as she had been torturing me all evening, I started from her inner thighs and spent an unreasonable amount of time licking them, while pinching her nipples with my hands. The effect was just as I had desired. She was so drenched that her drips were beginning to run down her thighs and into my mouth. She tasted sweet and perfect, and it started getting difficult to not devour her, so I jumped face-first into her pussy and sucked on it as hard as I could. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She came even faster than I had, if that was even possible. She quivered and moaned my name.
Now that we had both been immensely pleased, the final bullet point took a mere few minutes to perfect, and I was more than glad to feel the insides of her pussy once again. I threw her onto the sofa, her back facing me, then grabbed her breasts with my hands before entering her with fierce strength. She felt better than I remembered, and I couldn’t help but move so fast that I was automatically sliding in and out of her pussy.
By the time it was over, both of our bodies temporarily stopped functioning.
Chapter Eight
Aria