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 Playing the Game

By NEVERcummingback

Leslie stepped out of the old campus building where she was pursuing her studies, walked down the few steps onto the cobblestone walkway underneath the overhang, and sat down on one of the concrete benches between the supporting pillars. She took a few deep breaths of fresh air, rubbed her eyes to adjust them to the daylight after sitting at her computer under the artificial lights all day, and crunched her shoulders to loosen the tight muscles in her neck and back. She was already beginning to feel better.

Her work at the university was highly interesting and stimulating, but also very challenging and draining. She kept herself particularly busy researching and writing her doctoral thesis, “Influences of Erotica on Contemporary Society.” She loved erotica. She had done some work on the subject in her undergraduate years and had started to write her own stories at about the same time. She was already an accomplished scholar in her field and an excellent writer as well and had already had quite a number of papers and stories published in journals and anthologies as well as on websites.

And she loved sex. Had it been up to her, and had her schedule permitted it, she would have had a man in her bed every night. She did make sure, however, that her weekends always belonged to her, that she went out somewhere, usually to the campus pub or to a local bar nearby, and that there was a man she could take home with her.

Finding a man and getting him to her apartment was easy. She was not only very intelligent, but also very beautiful, with an arresting face with sparkling eyes and full red lips, framed by blond hair. She had one of those striking figures that turned the heads of men as well as of women wherever she went, and she always had more than enough men ogling her and vying for her attention.

She was quite used to all the admiration and interest in her company and knew very well how to use her attributes to her advantage. Desirable and available as she was, she had developed a discerning personality over the years and had become quite selective in her choice of partners. So far, she had never yet been disappointed. She seemed to instinctively recognize the sensuality of the men she met and had been enjoying a most satisfactory and satisfying sex life throughout her university years. She was an excellent lover who knew exactly how to please the men in her life as much as they knew how to please her.

there was only one thing that had gnawed at her for a long time and was becoming an increasingly pronounced factor in her sexual pursuits. It bothered her that it always seemed to be the man who was in control. On the surface, she knew very well that she was an equal partner in any relationship she had. Yet deep down she felt that she wanted to be more in control of things, more the instigator, the leading voice, as it were, the first violin. It was just a vague feeling, nothing very concrete or specific, and she wasn’t even quite sure just what it was she wanted to do or how she would go about doing it. She figured she would know what to do when the time was right.

She didn’t have any specific plans when she went to the campus pub that Friday evening, ordered herself a drink, and settled down at one of the vacant tables. Before long, one of the younger professors from one of the other departments came into the pub and looked around. He detached himself from his spot by the door as soon as he caught sight of her and came sauntering towards her table.

May I join you?” he asked, a pleasant smile flickering over his face. He was quite handsome, obviously polite, and, most importantly, very interested in her.

“Please do,” Leslie pointed to the chair beside her.

“I’m Maxwell,” the man said, holding out his hand. “Maxwell Halliday. I’m in the Chemistry department.”

Leslie,” she put her hand in his and smiled up at him. “Leslie Donne.”

“My pleasure,” Maxwell said, sitting down beside her. “You’re a doctorate student in the English department, are you not?”

“I am,” Leslie replied. “How do you know that? I didn’t think we had met before.”

We haven’t,” Maxwell agreed. “I just had you pointed out to me one day by a colleague. But that’s all I know about you. You have to tell me more.”

And so it began. They spent the evening at the pub having a few drinks together, getting to know each other, exchanging campus gossip, talking academe. When the pub closed, Maxwell led her outside and to his car in the parking lot.

“Where to?” he asked.

“My place,” Leslie replied. “I’ll tell you how to get there.”

She didn’t live very far from the campus and she hardly had time to think about what she wanted to do once they were at her place.

And then it came to her in a flash. She had once read about a little known paraphilia that involved a sexual attraction to and arousal from statues, mannequins, and dolls, and immobility in general. Although she had absolutely no interest in female representations of any kind, the idea of immobility sent an unexpectedly titillating shiver through her body. Yes, she thought, that would work for her, something like an immobilized pretend statue she could play with and control.

Once they were in her bedroom, Maxwell grabbed her eagerly and started kissing her with great passion. She stopped him immediately and stepped away from him.

“Not so fast,” she began. “I want to do something I’ve never done before.”

“Which is?” Maxwell looked at her quizzically.

“I want you to hold completely still,” Leslie explained. “Like a statue, you know. You can’t move at all, no matter what I do.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Maxwell blurted out.

“I’m not kidding at all,” Leslie replied firmly, very self-possessed and determined to have her own way. “It’s not open to discussion. That’s what I’ve decided I want to do.”

Of course she could have just tied him up, but that would have resulted in an entirely different scenario from what she envisaged for herself. It was the thought of completely voluntary immobility that sent the delicious shivers through her body and prompted her persistence.

Maxwell squirmed under her gaze, looking at her greedily. She could practically feel the internal struggle he was going through.

Alright,” he finally agreed, as she had expected he would. “I’m certainly willing to try. I’ve never heard of anything like this before, but if that’s what you want, I’ll go along with it. For now, at least. So what do I do?”

“Be a statue for me,” Leslie said. “I’ll tell you what else to do when I need you to do anything, alright?”

“Alright,” Maxwell reluctantly agreed.

Leslie was standing a few feet in front of him, just out of his reach. She looked directly at him with her big blue eyes and began taking off her clothes. She could see his eyes getting bigger as she pulled off her top, slid down her skirt, everything very slowly to give him the full benefit. Maxwell didn’t move. So far so good.

She reached behind her and undid her bra, then let it drop off her shoulders to reveal her smooth round breasts. She was very proud of them and knew very well what they did to men, so she just stood there and let him look at her. His eyes were practically popping out of his head. He lifted his arms and reached out for her.

“Ah, ah, no touching,” Leslie stopped him. “And no moving, either.”

“Sorry,” Maxwell dropped his arms. “This really isn’t fair, you know.”

It is for me,” Leslie countered. “If you don’t want to do it, we can stop right now.”

“No, no,” Maxwell protested, looking at her longingly. “It won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Leslie said sternly. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. This was just what she had wanted. She took her breasts into her hands and started fondling them, Maxwell watching her wide-eyed, in awe. Then she took her nipples between her fingers and rubbed them until they were big and firm. She could almost see him quivering. He must have needed all his strength not to reach out for her again.

Leslie let go of her breasts, bent over to let them sway tantalizingly before his eyes, and slowly, slowly pulled her panties down over her pubic area, revealing herself gradually, seductively, watching him watching her with hungry eyes. Then she pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Maxwell was standing perfectly still, much to her delight. He was being an excellent statue for her.

“Time for me to undress you,” she said. She stepped up to him in all her alluring nakedness. “And no touching or moving!” she added, her voice sharper than she had intended it to be.

“I know, I know,” Maxwell muttered. “I really don’t know if I can do this.”

“Sure you can,” Leslie said sternly. “Just try. For me, please?”

“Alright, then, go ahead,” Maxwell said dejectedly. “I’ll try my best, although I really can’t see all this.”

“No need to,” she replied. “I’ll do everything that needs to be done.”

She opened his shirt button by button, reached inside, and rubbed his chest lightly with her hands, grazing his nipples, caressing his shoulders. Then she pulled his shirt off all the way, put her arms lightly around his neck, and started kissing him. He responded immediately and passionately, hungry for her body, for any kind of contact with her, but he didn’t touch her and stood completely still this time. He was putty in her hands.

Still kissing him, she reached for his belt and unbuckled it, pulled the zipper, and started to pull his trousers down. Reaching into his underwear with his trousers still half on, she found his penis, hard and throbbing by now, and took it into her hands. She rubbed it lightly, teasingly, until he groaned deep inside. She stopped kissing him and concentrated on fondling his penis, her breasts inches away from him, aching for his touch but not wanting to be touched, her pussy getting dripping wet from the excitement of the incredibly sexy tableau she had created for herself. She was ecstatic, exhilarated from her daring exploration.

“Can’t I do anything yet?” Maxwell groaned.

“No touching, no moving,” Leslie reiterated her orders. She pulled his pants and underwear all the way down.

“Step out of these,” Leslie ordered.

He did as he was told. She could feel him staring at her luscious body the whole time, trembling visibly now from restraining himself.

“Now climb on the bed.”

He did, and Leslie climbed after him, on top of him, straddled him, impaled herself on his throbbing shaft with her expectantly dripping pussy. She shuddered with delight from the delicious sensation of feeling her vagina slide over his penis. She let herself slide down, very slowly to get the full impact of the sensation, feeling his … penis twitch against the taught walls of her cave, then pushed herself up again until only his head was inside of her. Then she plunged down all the way until she had sucked up his shaft completely and she could feel him grazing her cervix deep down inside of her. She moaned with excitement when he pushed his pelvis up against hers and tried to start a rhythm.

“No moving!” she hissed between her moans of pleasure. When he was lying still again, she started moving up and down on him, letting her breasts bounce and sway before his eyes. Then she reached behind her, took his balls into her hand, and started rubbing them rhythmically until he sounded as if he were going to burst.

“I want your breasts!” he yelled out as she bobbed up and down on him, tightening her vaginal muscles around him, riding him forcefully and with determination.

“You can look at them,” she gasped. “If you move, we’ll stop.”

“No, no, don’t stop!” he pleaded.

Leslie shuddered with the intensity of the arousal her new role provided for her. She hadn’t anticipated so much raw pleasure, so much deeply felt satisfaction. She should have done this a long time ago, but then, perhaps the time hadn’t be right before, perhaps it was something she had to wait for until now.

She bent forward until her breasts almost touched his chest but not quite, propped herself up with her arms, and increased her speed and her force until she could feel the beginning of her orgasm gather in her pussy, rush up to her breasts and into her mind, and rush down into her pussy again.

Ready?” she moaned. “I’ve been ready for a long time,” Maxwell groaned. He gushed into her just as her orgasm reached its apex and she shuddered with the incredible pleasure surging through her body, filling her mind, touching her soul. She kept bobbing up and down for a while longer, then climbed off him and collapsed on the bed beside him, gasping for breath.

“Now that’s what I call good sex,” she gasped.

“I’m glad you think so,” Maxwell said, gasping for air himself. “It was certainly different, although I must say I would have rather participated instead of your doing everything by yourself.”

“Maybe another time,” Leslie said. “This weekend, you can’t touch me or move, no matter what we do.”

“There’s going to be more?” Maxwell gasped, surprised.

“There’s going to be as much as you want,” Leslie told him. “Just as long as we do exactly what I want.”

Alright, alright,” Maxwell groaned. “Whatever you say.”

In the morning, she took him into the shower and told him, once again, to stand completely still. She took a bar of soap from a shelf and began to soap his whole body, lathering his penis until it was hard and throbbing again. Pulling back his foreskin with her fingers, she lathered the sensitive tip of his head until she could feel him shudder with excitement. He was holding on to the shower curtain rod and the wall of the tub enclosure for dear life, but he did hold completely still the whole time.

Then she soaped her own body, slowly and methodically, watching him watching her as she rubbed her breasts, lathered her pussy, turned around and bent over to soap her legs and feet, turned back to him to rinse herself off. After rinsing him off as well, she went down on her knees, took his penis into her hands, and pulled back the glistening foreskin again. She wrapped her lips around the pearling tip and started licking his glans. She loved the earthy taste of the titillating droplets oozing out from under the skin.

She finally took him into her mouth, and started to suck him vigorously while he moaned and groaned with unconcealed delight. She had never enjoyed oral sex as much as she did that morning, especially since she was able to pace herself the way she liked it. She was able to suck him to her heart’s content and gauge his orgasm until she was ready to swallow him and he yelled out with the excitement of his release.

In the evening, she had him lie on the bed again, repeated her instructions once again, and crouched down on his legs, pinning him to the bed. She played leisurely with his penis for a while, delighting in the sensuous feeling of holding his stiff shaft in her hands, enjoying her new found control even more than before. Then she rubbed a bit harder for her own pleasure until he was groaning towards his orgasm.

She slowed her pace to make him wait, rubbing him just enough to keep him going and to continue her own pleasure of manipulating him while keeping him teetering on the edge the whole time. She took one of her breasts into her hand and fondled it playfully and seductively for a while, then slid her hand between her legs and started to rub her dripping pussy, watching him intently all the while. When her orgasm began rushing through her, she arched her back, increased the intensity of her stimulation, and watched him spray his cum all over himself. Then she let her own orgasm take over her body. She screamed with pleasure, drowning out his moans and groans, and threw her head back in delight, laughing gleefully when the screaming finally stopped.

She rolled off him, stretched out beside him, and put her arm around him. She was totally satisfied, totally pleased with herself, thrilled with the result of her undertaking. A deep sense of gratification and fulfillment washed over her as she fell into a deep and satiated sleep.