Pinball Action

“Come downstairs and check out my game,” you suggest as the rest of the guests are wrapped up in the football game on the big screen TV.

“Sure,” I say and follow you down the stairs to your basement. You flip a switch and the room is filled with the glow and sound of video games and pinball machines.

“Impressive,” I say as I caress one of the pinball machines. “How much does it cost to play?”

“One fuck,” you answer. When I turn around to scold you for suggesting something like that I find you with your pants around your ankles and sporting a huge hard-on.

“Oh my,” I reply. “I’m not sure if I can afford that.”

“I know you can. If you couldn’t then you wouldn’t have worn those boots,” you whisper as you pull me close, your cock pressed against my stomach.

“It was snowing! I couldn’t wear dress shoes.”

“You didn’t have to wear those “cum fuck me” boots or that skirt and no panties,” you reply then kiss me hungrily. I return the kiss as you press my back against the pinball machine I’d been caressing before.

My pussy reacted strongly to his words and I was sopping wet. “We can’t do this now … the guests upstairs …”

“Are too busy watching the football and the room is sound proof so they won’t be able to hear us,” you answered as you slid my skirt up then slip your hand between my thick thighs. “Oh god. Your soaked.”

“I’ve been wet since I walked through your front door,” I reply as I grind my pussy against your hand.

“I need to have you … now,” you say roughly and spin me around. You press down on my back so I’m bent over the pinball machine then tug up my skirt to reveal my ass and needy pussy. You guide the tip of your cock to the entrance of my pussy then slam your hips forward to bury your cock deep inside me.

“Oh god, you’re so hot and wet and tight,” you whimper as you start to fuck me. “This is so much better than I ever imagined.”

I can only moan in response as you pound in and out of me. I whimper as you pin me against the machine and the buttons dig into my hips and stomach causing me to get wetter. You fuck me harder and faster in response.

“I can’t hold off much longer,” you gasp as you reach around me to start rubbing my clit. “I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.”

“Oh god, yes … faster,” I cry out as my body starts to shake. “Oh yes! Now … oh god!”

You feel my pussy tightening around your cock and can’t wait any longer. “Oh fuck, here it comes,” you cry out as you slam your cock into me one last time then dump your hot sticky load deep inside me, rubbing my clit faster to keep me cumming.

“Mmm … thank you babe,” you say as you rest against my back, massaging my ass. We lay like that for a few minutes while we catch our breath and recover from our orgasms.

After you pull out of me we clean up as best we can. You hand me a quarter from the stash on your desk and I play my game. “Gotta love pinball action,” I giggle.