Ero-Game: Power and Sword

I was going up the escalator with a bottle of wine and saw Nikola coming down.
She noticed me too. “You coming to the club?” She asked.
We circled on the spiralling escalators. I rose. She descended.
“No. I’m spending the night in my room.” I had finished playing chess with Samson an hour ago. We had played five rounds. He should’ve read the note by now… I needed to wait for him in my room.
“Alone?” She questioned as we levelled off.
“Yeah.” Our positions changed. I rose above her as she descended below.
“You’re just going to spend it alone in your room…” She spotted the wine. “Drinking wine?”
“Yeah.” I wasn’t going to tell her about Samson.
“Hmm… Okay.” And so, she was gone. Spiralling out of view.

I stepped off on the 88th floor and briskly walked through the soft carpeting to my room.
I noticed the shower was on when I entered the room. I heard Brigitte  singing. I chuckled at her terrible voice as I put the wine in the little fridge and crashed on my bed. It was getting dark. There was barely any light in the room. Then the bathroom door opened, casting a  sheet of light across the kitchen area. Brigitte emerged wearing only her underwear and a towel on her head. She had a well-defined six-pack. And slender breasts with cute nipples that pointed down. Her nipples weren’t puffy like mine. I wanted to suck them till she was moaning under me…
While drying her short hair, she said, “I think Nikola and Terrie already went down, sis.”
“Yeah, saw her while I was coming up.”
“Okay.” She said, tossing the towel aside. She opened her suitcase and slipped on a shirt. “You’re not going down?”
I shook my head. “No. You?”
“Too expensive.” She shook her head. “I’m going to hit a few bars I saw near the port. Find some locals.” She pulled up her jeans and buttoned her waist.
If you have the bracelet, they’re pretty cheap, I thought. “Well, good luck.”
“Yeah, thanks, sis. What are you doing?” She looked down at me, relaxing on the bed. “Just going to lay here?”
“Yeah.”
She lifted a brow. I tightened my lips into a line. “Hmm… I might bring a boy over later. If you don’t want to see anything, you better explore the streets or something.” She said, ready to leave.
Since she was my roommate, I realised there was no point in trying to hide it from her. “Ah… There’s a guy. He might drop by.”
“Oh…”
“If you walk in, in the middle of something… don’t frighten him.”
She smirked. “Got it. Well, good luck then.” She said and left the room before I could say, ‘you too.’

Left alone in the dark room… with nothing to do but wait… I stared up at the empty ceiling, expecting something… getting nothing…
The clock ticked, and I briefly focused on the second hand before shifting my gaze to the cushions across the bed. The plush seats were a nice contrast to the wooden edge with the elven design.
Alone in bed, my mind naturally wandered to what happened last night. How lovely the pink-head looked with his dick buried deep within me… My hand crept to my centre, and I couldn’t help but pet myself there. It didn’t take much for my mind to switch from a dick that was inside me to one that would be inside me. I imagined Samson’s hulking figure in my room. How would I begin? Would I caress his thigh? Sit him down and nibble on his neck? I unbuckled my pants and shimmied them down. My hand desperately clutched my pussy. My fingers circled the swollen bud… My mind stopped caring about the ‘how’ and skipped to the juicy stuff.
He stood naked at the edge of the bed, dick hard and bobbing, ready to penetrate me and drive me insane. He climbed onto the bed. My legs spread for him. I wanted him. My fingers moved rapidly. Pressing that spot over and over again, I made my panties damp in the middle.
I quickly removed my hand and clutched the bed sheet beneath me. I stopped myself, my breath broken, my heart pounding… I stopped rubbing myself, but I couldn’t stop my mind from conjuring up Sterling and Otto. They appeared naked on the bed, their penises, testicles, and pubes as  beautiful as ever. They looked down at me, proudly smiling at my wet panties. I remembered the evening Otto told me he was proud of me. The way he gave me that little kiss. I missed them. Their warmth…
It hadn’t even been a week. What was I getting so worked up about?
I shook my head and made them disappear. I needed to wait for Samson. I didn’t want to be too sensitive when he arrived. I buttoned up my pants and jumped off the bed. I slapped my face and shook my head to clear up the fog of hot men floating around me. I went out to the balcony to get some fresh air and clear my head.
A lakeside bar was illuminated by magical lights, The Fat Fish. I needed to go there, the question was when… I leaned against the railing and  gazed off into the distance. The undulating hills, the small human  structures along the way, and the bits of light coming off them. “Tomorrow. I’ll go there tomorrow. Best to do it before fucking the twins. If the ringmaster finds out… Hmm…” The ringmaster running the amusement park is pretty dangerous. I’ll have to sneak around her to sleep with them. “One step at a time. One step at a time.” I told myself as I looked up at the sky. There were only a few stars out tonight. It felt lonely.
I wanted to open the wine after he’d arrived, but after fidgeting around on the balcony for a few minutes, I changed my mind. So I slithered into the kitchen, got a glass, opened the fridge using [telekinesis], floated over the wine bottle, and popped open the cork. Pouring its red  contents into the glass, I walked back to the balcony. Leaning against the railing again, I sipped on the rich grape. Its smoothness burned through me. Faint sounds of cheers and screams came from the amusement park.
The flesh between my thighs felt warm again as I thought about what we’d do after he’d arrived. How I’d love to have him behind me, his big hands on me…
But as time passed, I began to worry… I wondered if he got caught… or if he even tried… He lives in a governmentally run gated community. Sneaking out might be tough. Should I have asked to meet him somewhere  else? Somewhere closer to his condo? Would he have trouble finding me? How’s that possible? You can see this hotel from the library.
I poured more wine into my glass… Time moved at an excruciatingly slow pace.

***

At 10 past 12, I heard scratching and jerking sounds from the door. My ears perked up. The doorknob jiggled. I was eager to let him in. But before I could even step off the balcony, the door opened, and two people  entered, locked in each other’s arms. Fingers in each other’s hair. Faces smooshed together. It was Brigitte and some… stud.
A disappointed sigh escaped my lips. I wobbled away from the balcony door until my buttocks were pressed up against the railing. I stood there and watched. “He’s not coming…” A night was wasted in wait. I could’ve gone to the Fat Fish. My gut let out a deep groan.
They fell on the bed. Brigitte was efficient in undressing him. She kissed him and unbuttoned his pants at the same time. She yanked his shirt off and, quickly jumping off the bed, yanked his pants off. Her  shirt came off in the blink of an eye. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She jumped back onto the bed, and sealing his lips with hers, she unbuttoned her own pants. His hands roamed over her chiselled back.
Kicking her panties off, she turned around and swung her leg over his face. “Eat,” she instructed him as she lowered her wet cunt on his lips. She ground against him and fucked his face. His fingers dug into her  firm thighs. Her gaze drifted to the balcony, where I was standing,  watching… She ignored me. She slumped forward, hovering her lips over his soft cock. She licked her scarred lip before pressing kisses along his shaft, from root to crown.
I was trying so hard not to touch my little girl. To ignore her while I waited for him. Hoped for him. “Fuck.” My hand brushed over my centre.
I barely touched myself, but instantly I felt so achy and needy. “Samson, you mutt.” I cursed. I ran a finger over my slit and felt my panties dampen with lust. I unbuttoned my pants and slipped my hand inside as she took him into her mouth. My hands dragged along the heat,  and the pants rode down.
In the dim light, I could only see her head bobbing. I was wet, and my flesh begged for attention. I pulled down my panties ever so slightly  and slipped my fingers in, feeling my naked flesh. Slowly with every caress on my slit, the panties rode down.
Her lips slid up the length of his erect dick, and she released him from the mouth. A silent moan escaped me at the sight of his erection. I slid two fingers in, and little ripples of pleasure washed over me. The dim light of the moon outlined his spit-covered cock. I dug two fingers  into the knuckle.
My pants and panties slipped farther down my legs as I fingered myself. The thumb rubbed my swollen clit. I watched as she squatted over his  dick and slowly took him inside. She grabbed onto his legs and lifted her hips up before bringing them down to slam him.
She fucked him, giving him a good view of her apparently traumatizable pale ass. His hands gripped her shaking ass. She fucked like a martial. His dick, my fingers, in and out… Moans leaked out my mouth. I felt the  orgasm build with every stroke of the fingers.
She looked my way and saw me masturbating like a creep on the balcony. My fingers up to the knuckle in my tight cunt. Our eyes locked… She broke eye contact with me and lifted her pussy off him.
I heard him ask, “Why did you stop?”
She replied by turning around and pulling the sheets out from under him. She climbed on top of him and covered up. She fucked him again, but  this time under the bedsheet. I was too far gone. I watched their lumpy bodies move under the sheets. She pressed her lips to his. I watched her  ass move, now mostly hidden by the wrinkled sheets…
The orgasm hit me like a warm slap, and my eyes lost focus. I leaned against the railing and gasped for breath as my body weathered the  convulsions that rippled through me… “Samson,” I groaned as the high cooled, and my fingers slipped out. Still catching my breath, I looked  at the cum on my fingers. Goddess, I wanted to make Samson eat it. I wanted to spread my legs and mark his thick cock. Leave him smelling  like me…
But I could only let out a disappointed sigh for the time being… Thanks to Muire, it seems I’ll have to follow the script.
I wiped my hand on my thigh and pulled up my panties…

***

After they’d finished, I walked into the room. On my way to the bathroom, I paused in front of her bed. She had her arm under his head. And her hand gently stroked the side of his bicep. Everything below the chest was hidden under the sheets. She raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking, what?
He smiled and asked, “Wanna join us?”
She slapped his head and said, “Shut up.”
“Ouch.” He moaned. He was cute but clearly stupid.
I left them be and went to the bathroom.