Naughty Quiz Game Ended With The Loser Must Cum Multiple Times

(all characters are over 19 years old)

I smiled as I looked at my boyfriend, Michael, across the table. We had just finished dinner and decided to spice up our night with a little game. Michael was 23, a year older than me, and had a mischievous glint in his eye that I knew all too well. He proposed a game of trivia, a test of our knowledge, with a sexy twist. I was intrigued and eager to begin, already imagining the feel of his strong hands on me.

"Alright, babe," I said, leaning forward, my heart racing with anticipation. "Let's do this. Winner gets to make the loser cum, once for every point difference in the score. And the winner gets to call all the shots, deciding how and when the loser cums."

Michael licked his lips, a sign that he was already getting into this. "Deal. But let's make it more interesting. We'll go for best out of three rounds. That way, we really get to enjoy ourselves."

I couldn't argue with that. The thought of having Michael at my mercy, or me at his, was incredibly hot. "Sounds perfect. Let's get started then."

The first round was close, with me edging out a small lead of just three points. I couldn't help but rub my hands together in anticipation. Three loads to make him shoot would be an incredible victory. Little did I know, Michael had other plans.

The second round began, and Michael seemed to get every question right. He smiled at me wickedly, clearly enjoying the turn of events. I felt my face flush as I realized he was toying with me, intentionally missing questions to close the gap. The round ended, and we were tied, with me now only having a one-point lead overall.

"Looks like the final round is a decider," Michael said, his voice low and full of promise. "Let's make it count."

I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. This was it. The final round would determine our fates.

The questions flew by, and I felt my heart sink as Michael pulled ahead. He answered quickly, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel my cock twitch in my jeans, already responding to the power dynamic that was forming.

The round ended, and Michael had beaten me by a solid eight points. That meant he'd get to make me cum nine times, as per our agreement. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as I realized the extent of my surrender.

"Well done, babe," I said, trying to hide my nervousness. "Looks like I'm in your hands now."

Michael stood and pulled me to my feet, kissing me deeply. I felt his tongue trace my lips, and I opened, moaning into his mouth. His hands roamed my body, and I shivered as he squeezed my ass.

"Let's get more comfortable," he whispered, leading me to the bedroom.

He pushed me gently onto the bed and began to undress me slowly, kissing and licking my skin as he revealed more of my body to his eager eyes and mouth. I felt my cock twitch as he finally pulled my pants and boxers down, my hard length springing free.

"Such a beautiful cock," he murmured, wrapping his hand around it. "And it's all mine to play with."

I whimpered as he began to stroke me, his hand firm and confident. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild. I felt my hips buck as he added a twist to his wrist, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"Please, babe," I begged, my eyes rolling back as he quickened his pace. "I'm close."

"Not yet," he said, slowing his hand and denying me release. "I want to edge you, make this last. You owe me nine loads, after all."

I groaned in frustration, but my protests turned to moans as he continued his expert stroking. He played with my balls, massaging them gently, then squeezed the base of my shaft, milking me like I was his personal pleasure toy.

The pleasure built and built, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I begged and pleaded, but Michael was relentless, determined to make me cum exactly when and how he wanted.

Finally, he quickened his pace, and I cried out as I shot my load, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. Michael didn't stop, milking me dry, ensuring he got every drop.

"That's one," he said, a satisfied smile on his face. "Eight more to go, and we've only just begun."

I knew then that this would be a long and incredibly pleasurable night, one that I would remember for a very long time. Michael was going to ensure I enjoyed every stroke, every touch, and every drop of pleasure he gave me. And I couldn't wait for what was to come.



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