Greta's Game Boxed Set

by K. C. Silkwood

  Wanda was already clenching her fists in anxiety. “Enough with the stupid sales pitch. Will you just read the damn card so we can get this over with?”

  Greta gave the woman a frosty glare then turned to Katherine. “All right, dear. Would you rather be fucked by the Smooth Operator, or have Wanda be fucked by the Creature?”

  “Wanda,” Katherine muttered without emotion.

  The other woman groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Of course.” She sighed, rolled her eyes, then motioned at Katherine. “And who’s supposed to wear that thing? This skinny little bimbo?”

  “I was considering doing it myself,” Greta answered with a wicked grin, “But perhaps Nina would like the honor.”

  Nina frowned. “Why do I have to do it?”

  “No one said you had to, dear. I thought you might want to, considering the fact that it was Wanda here who sent you crawling down that hallway and then made you freeze that sexy ass off out there in the snow.”

  “Yeah, but why—”

  “Oh, please, Nina. You’re obviously the most worldly of your friends. Surely you’ve learned by now that not every fucking is a pleasant experience.”

  Nina glanced at Wanda, then she turned to Greta again. “Okay,” she said, reaching for the strap-on. She stood up, examined the straps for a moment, then stepped into the leg holes and fastened the belt around her waist. When she was done, the shapely nude girl stood there with a nine-inch-long green cock protruding from her groin.

  “Bravo,” Greta said. “I was prepared to give you instructions.”

  “One of my college roommates was a dyke. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen one of these.”

  “Doesn’t look like the first time you’ve worn one, either,” Katherine remarked.

  “Maybe I tried one on, just for kicks. But I’ve never used it before.”

  “Hands and knees, Wanda,” Greta ordered. The woman obeyed, her big tits dangling toward the floor and her big white ass—still covered with red stripes—up in the air. She closed her eyes, fingers digging into the carpet, as Nina walked up behind her. “Just be careful with that thing,” Wanda warned, then she opened her eyes again and looked at Greta. “For god’s sake, you gonna give her some lube at least?”

  “What’s wrong, dear? Aren’t you already wet with anticipation?”

  “You can’t—hey!” Wanda blurted. Nina was on her knees behind her, rubbing the tip of the Creature against the other woman’s pussy. “Go easy, okay? Don’t—ahh! Ahhhh!”

  Nina was working the head of the dildo into Wanda’s dry pussy, one inch at a time. The other woman grunted and groaned, her teeth clenched in pain. Nina kept pushing. Three inches, four inches. The dildo was halfway in now, Wanda’s body grudgingly accepting it. Despite her pain and anger, Wanda’s pussy finally grew a little slick. Nina pushed harder, burying one more inch, then another, and soon the entire length of the Creature was stuffed up Wanda’s cunt. The tops of Nina’s thighs were now pressed against the other woman’s soft ass, and she could even feel Wanda’s wiry pubic hair tickling her bare legs.

  “Okay, you did it,” Wanda grunted, eyes still shut. “Now take it out! It’s over!”

  “Like hell it is,” Nina said, drawing her hips back then slamming the full length of the Creature into Wanda again. Wanda gasped and tried to crawl away, but Nina had both hands on the other woman’s hips and she held her tightly as she fucked her with hard, fast strokes, her thighs making a wet slapping sound every time they struck Wanda’s ass. The older woman’s tits were shaking like crazy, and tears had popped up in the corners of her eyes.

  “You like that?” Nina asked as she pounded away. “Is it fun? Like the fun I had when I crawled down that hallway, or when I froze my ass off out in the snow?”

  Slap, slap, slap, Wanda’s ass jiggling as the younger girl fucked her, Wanda’s pussy now wet enough to let the Creature slide in and out fairly easily. But despite her body’s betrayal, the woman wasn’t enjoying the experience at all. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and her sore ass stung every time Nina slammed against it. Wanda’s arms were trembling, those big tits still quivering like mad. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she finally collapsed onto her stomach. Nina kept pumping away, though, lying on top of Wanda with her big tits pressed to the other woman’s bare back, hips thrusting over and over.

  “Stop,” Greta ordered, and Nina finally laid still, her body pressed against Wanda’s, eyes and mouth open wide, panting like she’d just run a race. Then she sat up quickly, yanking the big dildo out of Wanda in one quick stroke. The older woman cried out, then she curled into a ball as Nina stood and removed the strap-on, tossing it onto the big coffee table.

  “Well done,” Greta said, licking her lips. “I must say, my dear, you performed like an old pro.”

  “Beginner’s luck,” Nina mumbled, taking her seat again.

  Wanda had pulled herself upright by then, her hair and makeup a mess. She couldn’t look any of the others in the eye as she took her place on the sofa.

  “Your turn, Debbie,” Greta said, and the girl leaned forward to spin. The arrow landed on one for Katherine, causing the slim brunette to suck in a quick, nervous breath.

  “Here is your challenge, Debbie,” Greta began. “Would you rather post a nude photo of yourself on Facebook, or have Katherine post a pornographic photo of herself on Facebook?”

  “That’s not—we can’t do that!” Debbie stammered. “It’s against the rules! They won’t let us!”

  “They’ll certainly remove the offending image once someone reports it,” Greta agreed, “but how long do you think that will take? And how many of your friends and family members will see it before that happens?”

  Debbie turned to Katherine, then she looked away again.

  “You’re going to pick me, right?” the brunette said in a monotone. Then she sighed and stood up, reaching for her clothes. “You know what, I don’t care about missing the stupid wedding. I am not doing this. No fucking way.”

  “Drop those clothes and sit down,” Greta commanded. “I’m tired of players thinking they can walk out on my game whenever they like.”

  “What are you going to do? Tell that big idiot outside the door to tackle me? I’ll scream my head off, and then you’ll see what happens!”

  Greta yanked the clothes out of Katherine’s hands and threw them across the room. “I don’t have the patience to persuade you sweetly, Katherine, so let me be blunt. Do you see that laptop on my desk? I have cameras all over this room, and I’ve been recording this entire session. If you don’t sit back down and cooperate, I’ll post that to Facebook, along with every other social media site you’re subscribed to. And every time the video is removed, I’ll post it again…over and over…maybe for weeks, maybe for months. Would you like that instead?” When Katherine didn’t respond, Greta pointed to the light fixture on the ceiling above the coffee table. “That pouty look on your face is priceless, dear. Why don’t you turn to the camera so we can capture it for posterity?”

  Katherine stared at the light fixture, searching, then her face collapsed as she spied the tiny red dot inside the glass housing. She took a long, deep breath then sat down next to Debbie again.

  “Katherine, it has to be you,” the blonde said. “I’m getting married in two days, and everybody I know has been looking at my Facebook page!”

  “Just shut up, Debbie. Shut your fucking mouth and leave me alone.”

  “So you’ve made your choice, dear?” Greta asked. “Let’s make it official, shall we?”

  Debbie swallowed hard then nodded. “I choose Katherine.”

  “Excellent.” Greta picked up her phone and dialed. “Hello, Dan, this is Greta Steele. Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Could you please send Larry and Bill to my room? Wonderful, thank you so much.” The woman hung up then said, “I’ve cultivated quite a few helpers here at the resort. It’s truly amazing what money can buy these days.”

  Victor opened the door a minute later and tw
o middle-aged men dressed in maintenance uniforms walked inside. Other than their matching blue coveralls, the men were as different as night and day. The one named Larry was tall, blonde, and had the fit physique of a skier or a jogger. Bill, on the other hand, was short, plump, and dark-haired. Both men grinned when they saw the four nude women sitting on the couch, although Debbie, Katherine, and Nina were doing their best to cover their nakedness with their arms. Wanda sat with her legs spread, arms at her sides, looking tired and defeated. She didn’t move an inch as the men’s eyes crawled over her nude body.

  “Evening, Miss Steele,” Larry said. “Got a game happening tonight?”

  “Yes indeed. And Katherine here must now pose for a pornographic photo, which I’ll then be posting to her Facebook page.”

  “Damn, that’s wicked,” Bill said with a laugh. “So what do you want us to do?”

  “First you’ll both need to strip,” Greta told them. The men wasted no time, and soon they were both standing naked before her. Bill’s cock was only average size but it was already semi-erect, while Larry’s larger cock hung limply between his thighs. Katherine glanced at both men then shuddered and turned away.

  Greta stroked her lip with a red fingernail as she looked around the room. “Now let me see…how shall we orchestrate this? I think…hmm…yes, that should work nicely. Katherine, go to the chair and lie with your stomach across the seat…no, keep your knees on the floor…okay, very good. Now let’s prepare your costars.” Greta motioned for Larry and Bill, who moved closer to her. Then she took a cock in each of her slim white hands and began tugging, and in no time at all both men were stiff as boards.

  “Your hands are so soft and cool, Miss Steele,” Bill gushed. “It’s a good thing you stopped, or I might’ve shot my load too soon.”

  “Flatterer,” Greta said, laughing. “Now go stand behind Katherine, Bill. And Larry, you stand at her head. Perfect. Now Bill, go ahead and place your cock in Katherine’s pussy.”

  “Wait a minute!” Katherine snapped. “Can’t he just…I mean, he doesn’t have to put it in! If he just stands behind me, it’ll look like he’s—”

  “Silence,” Greta said. “This photo will be authentic, my dear, in every respect. Anything less would be an insult to the pornography business. Now go ahead, Bill.”

  Katherine squirmed as the short, dumpy man worked the head of his cock into her pussy. It was slow going at first because the girl was dry as a bone, just like Wanda had been, but after a minute of pushing and squirming the man finally managed to bury his boner deep inside Katherine’s warm cunt. Now Bill had a huge smile on his face, while Katherine was close to tears.

  “Now Larry, put your cock in Katherine’s mouth,” Greta said.

  The girl cringed, but she knew there was no way out of the situation. When Larry moved toward her, his cock bobbing mere inches from her face, she grudgingly opened her mouth. The tall man slid his cock inside, sighing as it rubbed across Katherine’s smooth tongue. When he was halfway inside, Larry drew his cock out an inch then began a series of slow thrusts.

  Katherine jerked her head back, and Larry’s spit-covered cock flopped out of her mouth. “Stop it! He can’t do that! This is just a stupid picture! He can’t make me…” Then she whipped her head around to stare at Bill over her shoulder. “And he’s doing it too! Tell him to stop moving!”

  “If I don’t, it’ll get soft and fall out!” Bill complained.

  “Same here,” Larry agreed.

  “Katherine, be a good sport and stop complaining,” Greta said. “Like the men said, if they don’t remain hard, the photo loses its authenticity.”

  “This is bullshit, such bullshit…” the girl muttered, tears now streaming down her cheeks. She drew in a sharp breath then turned to Larry and opened her mouth again, and the man slid his cock back into place.

  Greta picked up her phone and got down on one knee in front of the group. “Very nice,” she said, studying the camera’s controls. “Now I just need to adjust the focus…hmm, the lighting isn’t quite right…but maybe I can adjust for that as well…one moment…”

  Katherine did her best to remain still while Greta fiddled with the phone, but it was tough with Bill fucking her in tiny thrusts from behind and Larry moving his cock in and out of her mouth an inch at a time.

  “All right, I think I’ve got it,” Greta announced. “Ready, everyone? Okay…there! No, wait, wait, let me review it. Hmm…it’s a tad out of focus. Let me take one more for good measure.”

  Bill was gripping Katherine’s slim hips now, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and Larry’s cock seemed to have swollen to twice its size. Hurry up and get this over with! the girl screamed in her mind.

  Greta tapped her phone’s screen once more, waited a beat, then smiled. “Lovely! I think that one’s a keeper. All right, gentlemen, you may withdraw now.”

  “I…I can’t…” Bill stammered. “I’m too close!”

  Katherine yanked her mouth off of Larry’s cock and spun around again. “What the fuck are you doing! Get off of me!” The girl scrambled forward, hands still on the seat of the chair, and Bill’s cock popped out of her pussy just as he arched his back and let loose with a blast of cum that splashed across the girl’s ass and down the backs of her thighs. Meanwhile, Larry had grabbed his own slick cock and was jerking it furiously. As Katherine tumbled to the carpet, trying to escape from Bill’s spurting cock, Larry let out a strangled cry and started pumping cum onto her shoulder and into her long brown hair.

  Katherine squealed and flung her hands in the air, eyes closed, trying to avoid the blasts coming from both sides, while Greta continued snapping pictures with a wicked grin on her face. “Oh, these are lovely,” she cooed. “We could publish an entire photo spread!”

  Katherine had scurried away now, wiping furiously at her hair as she cringed beside the sofa. “You assholes!” she blurted. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

  “Sorry,” Bill muttered sheepishly, his cock finally going limp. “I mean, you get to a certain point and you just can’t stop, you know?”

  Katherine grabbed something purple from the floor and started wiping her back and hair with it.

  “Hey! That’s my sweater!” Wanda yelled, yanking it out of the other woman’s hands.

  Greta tossed over the towel Nina had used to dry herself off, and Katherine scrubbed herself with that while Bill and Larry put their coveralls back on. After accepting a generous tip from Greta, the two men smiled at the women then left. Katherine took her place on the sofa next to Debbie again, her hair sticky and tangled.

  “Log into your Facebook account,” Greta ordered, handing the girl her phone.

  Katherine snatched it and stabbed the screen a few times, then tossed it back and buried her face in her hands. Debbie put a hand on the other girl’s shoulder, but Katherine flinched away from her.

  “And there we are,” Greta exclaimed, then she held the phone out for the others to see. The screen showed a photo of Katherine with Bill fucking her from behind and Larry’s cock shoved deep in her mouth. Both men were in ecstasy, while Katherine was grimacing and looked miserable. Greta smiled at the screen one more time then put her phone away. “I do hope plenty of your friends get to enjoy it before those prudes take it down,” she said. “Now then, let’s continue our game. We’re already halfway through the last round!”

  It was Nina’s turn, and she got a two when she spun. Debbie was her co-player.

  Greta grinned as she read the next card. “Looks like I might need to call the maintenance department again. Nina, here is your question. Would you rather deep throat a six-inch cock, or have Debbie deep throat a ten-inch one?”

  “Oh my god,” Debbie said, turning to her friend. “Nina, I can’t—”

  “You can’t what?” Nina shot back. “You can’t suck a stranger’s cock because you’re getting married in two days? Just like you can’t post a nude photo on Facebook for the same reason? Well, I’ve got news for you, Deb;
the reason we’re doing all this is so you can make it to your stupid wedding on time! And since all this bullshit is for your sake, you’re gonna have to do some of the work!”

  “But Nina, you’re my oldest friend!”

  “That didn’t mean shit when you were picking your maid of honor!” Nina sunk down into the couch, arms crossed over her big tits. Then she told Greta, “I want Debbie to do it.”

  “I can’t believe you!” Debbie bawled, tears streaming down her face.

  Greta picked up her phone then thought for a moment. “Actually, girls, the right man for the job is already here.” She tapped a few keys on her phone and Victor stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “We need your services,” Greta explained. “Debbie here is about to see if she can swallow ten full inches.”

  Victor smiled as he walked over to the group. “That’s about right, give or take a half-inch,” he said. “Where do you want me?”

  “Right over here, where everyone can see,” Greta told him, motioning to the empty spot beside the chair. “Now please drop your pants, Victor. Debbie, I’d like you on your knees in front of him.”

  The girl stood slowly then walked toward Victor with baby steps, as if her legs had suddenly stopped working. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were wet with tears as she lowered herself in front of the chauffer, who had already pushed his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles. He was tugging on his huge cock, which was already half erect as he stared at the nude girl on her knees before him. Once he was fully hard, he put his hands on his hips and waited.