The Game 11 The Mirror

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The Game 11 The Mirror

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The Mirror

She was tidying in the area they called the playground. It was an area of their house, not quite inside and not quite outside, sheltered enough to play more or less privately but exposed enough to be scary.
It was also a bit of a dumping ground. Things found their way there which were in transit in some way, materials for projects, boxes, stuff. If one didn't keep on top of it, chaos (more chaos than was acceptable) would ensue. She was crushing some boxes when her gaze fell on the Mirror. It deserved a capital letter. It had become very important to the Game. The Mirror held erotic associations, but it also scared her a bit.

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The old oak framed Mirror had seen a lot. Its age was uncertain, but it must have been at least a hundred years old. To eyes used to press-wood flat pack furniture it looked like a fabulous antique, suitable to grace a mansion of old. It had probably once been part of an even larger piece, a bureau or sideboard, the type that was totally impractical for modern life. He couldn't remember when he had acquired it. It had just always been there. And to a degree it had always been a problem. Periodically when they were cleaning or tidying or just musing about future projects one would say, “We really should do something with it...” and the other would say “Yes, but...”
And the conclusion was always that it was too big for any place in the house but equally it was too good to just get rid of...
Lately though it had acquired a new purpose in its life. As a key player in their Game it was seeing things that a hundred years of previous service might not have prepared it for.

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It had begun by accident. She had just finished dressing him as her little ballerina and wanted to show him his makeup. She had forgotten to bring a mirror from the house but the big oak framed one was leaning against the wall. She wrestled it into position and said, “There! Pretty as a picture.”
And then she should have left it there for him to regard the whole performance. But it didn't have a stand and she was eager to get on to the next bit. She had to admit to herself later she just hadn't thought it all out. Instead she just leaned the Mirror back against the wall, took some photographs, and then began the Game which culminated in such an interesting performance. A performance which, due to her oversight, he didn't get to see. Many times afterwards she lamented the lost opportunity.
But the Mirror's full potential as the third member of their Game hadn't become fully clear to her until she had to watch herself kneel naked while his penis thrust in her mouth and she sucked and licked and swallowed.

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“I'm your little cock sucking fuck toy.” Those were the words that seemed to decide him, and it was hard to imagine many men who would turn down such an invitation. She had told him, kneeling naked with her hands bound, that she wanted him to fuck her mouth, and he finally seemed convinced. She had told him that it was an edict of her conscience, and that wasn't entirely false. But she also wanted to know what it would be like.

She had, of course, kissed and sucked him from time to time, though never enough, as she admitted. But this would be different. She was offering her mouth with no time limit. She wanted to do it, she was a bit scared, but she was determined and she finally convinced him.
And then he dragged the Mirror over and turned the volume to 11 so to speak. She was not only going to do it, she was going to have to watch.

He gave a final adjustment to the angle of the Mirror.
He stood in front of her and pulled down his zipper.
“Open wide... this might take a while...”
He took out his half erect penis and guided it into her open mouth. After a few seconds she could feel it enlarging and stiffening as he firmly held her head and began thrusting.
He was not of abnormal porn star proportions, but neither did she have training in sword swallowing, so he was careful not to choke her. But he was not being particularly gentle either. This was not a quick suck and lick, a 'polite feminine accomplishment' as she had called it, before the main event. He was doing what she wanted, what she had asked for in no uncertain terms. He was definitely fucking her mouth and she was sure he would be doing so for quite a while. She watched in shocked fascination as the naked kneeling girl with the bright red lipstick enthusiastically sucked the penis filling her mouth.

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The Mirror might have belonged to an old monied family, but that wasn't necessarily the same as 'respectable'. If it had been part of an upper crust establishment, well, those aristocrats got up to all sorts didn't they? Secret societies... dark and sinister ceremonies... naked girls...
Well, you can have secret societies and naked girls without the sinister ceremonies, or you can have
sinister ceremonies and naked girls without the secret societies, but you can't have secret societies and sinister ceremonies without naked girls. Naked girls is compulsory...

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After a while she sensed a change. He had got stiffer, or swelled more, or the tempo had changed.
He's about to come, she thought. He's going to come in my mouth... The thought excited, but also frightened her, for this was the crux of the matter. She had never actually swallowed before, as her conscience had so considerately pointed out, but now she was committed to. It was going to happen. She knew he wouldn't pull out. She had asked for, demanded this and she knew he would honor her wish.
But just as she thought the climax was coming, he slowed down. He drew back and paused for a moment. Then he began to thrust again. She had forgotten. He had very good control, and could go on, would go on fucking her mouth for a very long time. So now she felt half dread and half anticipation as she continued to suck and lick and wait for him to fill her mouth.

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Or the Mirror could, come to that, have been part of an actual bordello serving a cross section of the community, from the basic classes to the aristocracy. Everybody's money being the same color sort of thing. Services for every taste. Basic to Baroque.
In which case their games might be a bit tame actually.

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Without warning it had happened. He had come in her mouth. He had suddenly pulled back so as not to choke her, but not completely out, there was a sudden large spurt followed by a few more smaller ones. She gulped and swallowed some and some dripped out of her mouth. He held her head until he was completely finished, then without a word he zipped up, turned and left.

A while later, she didn't know how long, he came back and did it again. The second time she was trying to expect it, but it still startled her. She thought briefly that having made her swallow once he might pull out this time. Perhaps he would think that he had fulfilled her wish. But no. Again he slowed momentarily, then he pulled halfway out. Again he held her head gently but firmly throughout his climax, remaining until the last twitch when he was absolutely done. Finally he pulled out. Obediently she closed her mouth and swallowed, and as before he zipped up and left without a word.

Now once again she was alone left staring at the girl in the Mirror. Her hair was mussed, her lipstick was smeared. A few drips, despite his best efforts, had run down her chin. Her hands were tied, she couldn't wipe her face.
There was no clock where she was. She had no idea how long she had been sitting. She had told him no limit. She would sit and serve him for 'Hours and hours'. So she sat, as she said she would, as it dripped onto her breast, naked, kneeling, waiting. She now knew what it was like to swallow.

And now she also knew that every time he came back he would do exactly as she had asked.
He would come back and fill her mouth and make her swallow all that he could give her. As long as he could. As many times as he could.
All she could do now was wait.
Wait for him to come back and do it again.
And again.
Exactly as she had asked him to.

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After a while he returned. He wiped her mouth, reapplied her lipstick, not forgetting her nipples, and then pulled down his zipper. This time when he pulled out his semi erect penis he didn't put it in her mouth. He simply held it in front of her. At first she was confused, but after a moment she understood. She had asked him to fuck her mouth and he had. But he was also not going to let her be passive. He wanted her to take an active role in her mouth fucking. She obediently leaned forward and took his penis in her mouth and as he stood still she moved her head forward and back, sucking, kissing, licking. And again she watched the girl in the mirror in fascination as she sucked and licked and kissed. And as she watched her the girl looked steadily back.
He didn't get as hard this time, and she had to suck even longer. Again he didn't give her any warning when he came. It was rather less than the last time, but she swallowed more. When he was completely finished he drew himself out, zipped up and left her on her knees, lips slightly parted. Her lipstick was smeared again but to her satisfaction nothing was dripping.

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But suppose the Mirror had slumbered through the long years in a vicarage, reflecting no more scandal than an improperly trimmed cucumber sandwich. The sights it was forced to reflect now must eventually blister its silvering.
Unless of course one had an extremely cynical opinion of vicars and their doings.

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She had lost count.
This time there was barely an erection left. She sucked and played with it with her tongue but it would not rise. After a while he withdrew from her mouth and she kissed and licked him until he finally stepped back, zipped up and left. And as she sat there she wondered how long would he make her kneel. How long did it take a man to get ready again? It seemed that she had been kneeling, sucking for hours. Would he really make her kneel for hours more...?
Well, that was what she had demanded of him. And so far he had done exactly what she had asked for.

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Though the Mirror looked to modern eyes to be an antique from the days of hand craftsmanship, it was in all likelihood a fairly mass produced item, the sort that one could buy from the Sears catalog for $5.00 or so. Shipped out to the West it would bring a note of Eastern sophistication to a solidly middle class home. It probably regarded and reflected the small triumphs and tragedies of such a home, and little else, but one scene it never reflected.
It occurred a few minutes later.

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She heard him coming back. Could he be ready so soon? She sat up straight, raised her head and opened her mouth, but instead he knelt, unclipped her heels and removed her high heels. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her like a baby to the bathroom where a hot bath steamed. But first he gave her a paper cup of mouthwash. She then got in the bath and he softly soaped and caressed every inch of her. When she had soaked for a long time she stepped out, he toweled her off, powdered her and again picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. There he had her sit on the edge of the bed and lie back. Then he knelt before her, gently opened her legs, and kissed and licked and sucked her pussy, for a very long time, while she purred.
And made other noises.
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The age of the old oak framed Mirror was uncertain, but it must have been at least a hundred years old. It had seen a lot.

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Epilogue

Conscience met Miss Austen on the garden path.
“Good day, madam.”
“Good day, Miss Austen.”
“I wished to congratulate you on the successful completion of your latest endeavors.”
“Yes,” said Conscience, “she did suck well didn't she?”
“Indeed. She used her mouth most industriously. How many times was it all told?”
“Do you know, I'm not sure. The poor thing lost count.”
“A very impressive performance indeed. And the gentleman made her swallow as well, just as she requested. I'm sure the experience was most beneficial to her character.”
“I'm not sure I can quite take credit for that. Her character wasn't entirely my motive.”
“Oh? Why, then did you urge her to her course of action?”
“Well, mainly I wanted to see her on her knees being fucked in the mouth.”
“Ah, to be sure. On reflection I recall several ladies who would have greatly benefited from being put in that position and required to provide that service at length. Ah,” sighed Miss Austen. “Lost opportunities...”
“Perhaps they do in eternity.”
Miss Austen brightened. “Oh, that is a cheering thought. But in heaven or hell I wonder?”
“I never get involved in religious speculation.”
“Very wise. May I ask what action you will next suggest to her?”
“I'm not quite sure... I thought perhaps you might have some suggestions?”
“I am honored. Ideally it would be something strenuous, possibly embarrassing, and preferably involving nudity?”
“But, of course.”
“I shall give the matter some thought. Good day, madam.”
“Good day Miss Austen.”
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