Gamers Get Laid Too

“Are you seriously going to keep playing while I’m here?”

“It’s my streaming time, you know that.”

“Really?”

“Shh, they can hear you.”

She really didn’t know what to think of that, after all, he had invited her over, and to do what? Watch him play video games. She sat on the couch rubbing the dog’s belly.

“At least someone notices me here. Yes you do, don’t you.”

“Fuck off!”

“What!”

“Not you.” He turned back to the game.

Well, it was some acknowledgement. “I’m getting a drink do you want anything?”

“Stop shooting the dogs!” He reached out his hand to scratch Lulu’s back. “They’re mean aren’t they!”

Seriously, what the fuck was she doing here. It’s not like she didn’t dress for the occasion. Surely, he would have gotten the right idea when he opened the door, but it was a quick, “Hi, come in,” before walking back to his game. No mention of the tight pants or the flimsy, see-through blouse. Nor any comment on the completely obvious black lace bra. Just a “Hi, come in.” WTF!!!

Well, she thought, I’m here now. Maybe I’ll just have some fun. Quietly she returned from the kitchen, though she really didn’t know why she was being sneaky, he didn’t take his focus off the screen. “You sure you don’t want… anything?” She let the ‘anything’ hang in the air hoping he would hear the inference in her voice.

“Hmmm?” Still occupied with the game and his friends on chat.

She moved in behind him, placing hands on his shoulders. He jumped a little, he hadn’t realised where she was. She leaned down, placing her mouth close to his ear. He could feel her warm breath as she whispered, “Are you sure?” He turned, his lips close to hers. For the first time he noticed her ample breasts falling out of her black lacy bra, and her lack of blouse covering them. His heart rate increased. All he could manage was a “ummmm.”

She smiled. “You better watch your game you don’t want to disappoint your fans.” He didn’t move. “Seriously, back to the game or the clothes go back on.”

As he reluctantly turned his head, he saw the jeans on the floor. He found it hard to concentrate knowing she was behind him only wearing lingerie. She began to rub his shoulders, pulling him back onto her stomach so he could feel her breasts at the top of his head. Slowly she moved her hands down his chest. The pressure felt exquisite to him and sent shivers down his spine.

“He’s bahçelievler escort gone quiet!” The chat lit up with comments from his clan of all the possible reasons for his silence. None of which were even close but implications of ‘him being a faggot’ were quite popular.

“You should probably say something,” she whispered into his ear, before drawing the lobe into her mouth and biting.

“Fuck off,” was all he could manage in a very breathless and quavering voice that only set them off more.

“Have you got one of your ‘fap’ folders open?” Cue more comments.

Her hands moved lower, over his stomach to the waist of his jeans. He adjusted in his chair. Pushing her palms against the belt of his jeans her fingers reached down and gently stroked his hard cock beneath his pants. He caught his breath.

“Don’t let them know,” she whispered in his ear again. “Keep playing, that’s what you wanted to do.”

He adjusted in his chair again. The jeans felt restricting against his now very hard cock. He couldn’t believe she was making him play.

“Do you want to be squad leader?”

“No, no, I’m good.” He could barely get the words out.

“Go on,” she whispered, biting his ear once more.

There was no way he could maintain that kind of concentration in the game with her so close, her long red hair falling over his shoulder as she leaned closer to add pressure to the strokes. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations spreading from his groin. In his mind he begged for his cock to be released from the restraints of his jeans.

He became aware of a breeze against his back and opened his eyes to see her standing next to him, no longer touching him. He now had a full view of her slim body. Her breasts were still contained in their black lacy cage. Her fiery hair cascaded down her chest and onto her flat stomach. He could just make out the tattoo of a devil under the waterfall of hair. His gaze fell to the matching lacy g-string that barely hid the neatly trimmed pussy inside. He could see she was wet, the thin piece of cloth visibly soaked. His cock twitched and he re-adjusted.

“Do you want me to stop?”

He managed to shake his head, ‘no’.

“Then eyes open. Your fans and clan mates need your attention. Remember, it’s your streaming time.”

He never regretted his comments more than he did at that moment. He bahçeşehir escort had no idea how he was going to maintain composure with her touching him. As he turned back to the game and attempted to engage in the banter of his clan, she knelt beside him. He drew in a deep breath as she replaced her hands on his cock, applying a downward pressure as she stroked the shaft through the jeans. He widened his legs as she leaned over him, a hand sliding down deeper into the chair. She gently squeezed his balls as she licked his neck back up to his ear.

“Do you want me?” she breathed.

He nodded.

“Good.” Her hand squeezed harder making him draw a quick breath. Her free hand moved under his shirt, sliding up to his chest only to glide back down, nails scraping as they went. She felt him shiver. Her fingers found his belt buckle and aptly removed the restriction. His mind raced, he prayed his cock would finally be free. Stroking his straining shaft with one hand, she popped the button on his jeans and released the throbbing member inside. She leaned over, her mouth hovering over the tip. He could feel the moist hot air of her breath on hist cock and ached for her to take him in. She lowered her head as he bucked him hips to meet her. She pulled away, moving her mouth over his stomach, her tongue snaking out to flick over his skin. Her hand reached up under his shirt to squeeze his nipple, as her other hand grasp his shaft.

He could barely contain himself. He used what little strength he had left to keep his hands on the game controller. He tried to focus as his cock twitched in her hand and a shiver ran through him. She knew he was close, so was she. She could feel her juices dripping down her thigh. Placing a hand between her legs she slid first one, then two fingers deep inside her pussy. She was so wet.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand move between her legs. The moan that escaped her lips told him her fingers were inside. He could have cum right then but held on. His fingers dug into the controls of his video game.

She removed her fingers, covered in her sweetness, and slid them up his chest to his lips. She ran her fingers across his mouth before he eagerly sucked a finger in. She tasted delicious. His cock twitched at the thought of filling her. She lowered her head once more, tilting her head to one side to look up at him. Her tongue snaked bakırköy escort out to rim the tip of his cock. He groaned. All thoughts of the game out of his head. She moved her tongue down his shaft, her hand grasping the base tightly and squeezing as she moved, her eyes still on him. He couldn’t help but match her gaze, hoping she wouldn’t stop. She didn’t. Wrapping her lips around his shaft, she began to suck and lick the flesh, her teeth grazing and nibbling. His cock jumped with each touch. Slowly she moved her lips up to the tip of his cock before plunging it deep into her throat.

“Oh God,” the words escaped his mouth before he knew what was happening. He could vaguely hear chatter in the background, but his head could not focus to make out the words. All he knew was the warm wetness of her mouth as it engulfed him, all of him. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

She felt his balls tighten and knew it was time. Her hand and her mouth moved in unison as she sucked hard on his cock, her lips gliding up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking the tip, applying pressure to the underside of the rim. She pulled his cock completely out of her mouth before plunging it deep into the back of her throat, sucking with a passion. As she felt him release, she slid two fingers back into her pussy, flicking her clit as she pumped herself to orgasm.

His cock convulsed as it drove deep into her throat. The sensation was overwhelming as he felt the release down her throat. She moaned her own orgasm against his twitching cock cause another wave of pleasure to wash out of him.

His cum spurted down her throat. Wave after wave as she milked the orgasm out of him, enjoying her own sensitivity in her pussy.

As the sensations subsided, he became acutely aware of the voice on his chat.

“What the Fuck?!?”

“What’s happening, are you okay?”

“Geez, man!”

He hadn’t realised he had become quite vocal towards the end. The chat and his clan mates were exploding with questions.

He looked down at her. She licked her lips and took a drink of water from the cup on his table. When she was sure her mouth was clear she stood and leaned over him once more. Staring into his eyes she captured his lips with hers, sliding her tongue inside to caress his before slowly pulling away.

“We should do this again some time.” She collected her clothes from the floor, redressing as she spoke.

He didn’t know what to say but managed to blurt, “What’s your Twitch handle?”

“Nyissa, look for me.”

She ruffled the dog, who was still on the coach, blew him a kiss and walked out the door leaving him sitting in his chair, a spent cock resting against his shirt and a million questions being thrown at him from his chat.