See how she wants to make it up to you
From Torg Adventure
"You and your friend were very rude," you say, staring at Faye with a calculating eye. She looks abashed, biting the corner of her lip. "I'll give you credit for apologizing, though."
"Thank you, John," she says, grinning and giving you a little hug.
"Hold on, I didn't say I'd forgiven you. You said something about making it up to me?"
"Um...yes..." she says uncertainly, glancing to one side. "Perhaps I could show you around and we can talk about that? Or do you have to find Vanessa?"
"She's busy right now. Why don't you show me around while we talk?" She smiles happily and takes your arm, leading your out of the room and down a hallway.
"These are some social and meeting rooms, and the sorority office," she chatters as she shows you a few rooms. "There's a games room back here. We have a pool table and ping pong and some arcade games."
She turns on a light to show you a well appointed room. Besides the games she mentioned, there are a few small tables in the room, deal for card games or conversation. In one corner is an older pinball machine called Volcano. You stroll over to it, looking at its bright colors and flashing lights.
"I just love this old pinball machine," Faye says. "I'm no good at it, but it's a lot of fun to play."
"I remember playing this when I was in high school. There was a little cafe near the school that had one, and we used to have challenge tournaments on it." You smile at her. "That was a long time ago, back when dinosaurs ruled the earth of course."
She blushes, looking down at her feet. "I'm really sorry about the comments when you came in John. We thought we were being funny but we were just being catty and bitchy and stupid." She looks up at you, her face seeking forgiveness. "You don't look old at all, you look distinguished and sexy, and I think Vanessa is very lucky. I think she's crazy to let you get out of sight."
"Why? Do you think I can't be trusted?," you say smiling sardonically at her.
"It's not you I'd be worried about. With all the horny bitches in this sorority, who could blame you if you sampled a few of us?" She smiles with invitation, then turns to look at the pinball machine, pressing the button to release a ball into the plunger slot. "Show me how to play this better."
She stands in front of the machine, her hands on the side buttons, looking coyly over her shoulder at you. Her pert ass is cocked, showing you the tanned bottoms of her cheeks, her taut legs well defined and slightly spread. You smile and step behind her, putting your hands over hers on the side buttons.
"Mmmmm, I bet you can teach me a lot," she purrs, pulling the plunger and letting it go, the silver ball arching up and dropping down to hit the bumpers with jingles and bells.
"The key is not just to depend on the flippers," you say into her ear. "You need to give the machine a bump with your hips at the right times to help move the ball." You bump your hips against her ass, banging her gently against the machine.
"Mmmm, like that?" she purrs, pressing back against you then arching herself as you bump against her again. Your hands cover hers on the flippers, holding them tight as you press her against the jingling machine.
"Yeah, like that. You need to keep your hips moving. You bang the machine like you're fucking it."
"Mmmmm, I like the way you're showing me. God you're sexy," she murmurs, writhing back against you. You take one hand off hers and fondle her breasts, squeezing them through her shirt. Her nipples are little hard lumps pressing against the cloth. "Ohhhhhh, is that part of teaching me? I like it."
You bite her neck and she gasps, arching her neck and quivering. You push her against machine, dry fucking her.
"It's important to have freedom of movement," you say, unbuttoning her shorts and tugging them down over her lovely peach shaped ass. She wriggles to help you, cooing with pleasure, rolling her panties down with them until they fall to the floor. She kicks them off one foot, leaving them hooked around the other ankle, and cocks her hips, raising her ass to you.
"Show me how to bang my hips again. I need more help with that part," she purrs wantonly, looking over her shoulder at you, smiling slyly as she sees you freeing your cock.
"You need to show the machine who is in charge," you say, rubbing your cock between here ass cheeks as you push her against the jingling pinball machine.
"Oh, I'm not good at being in charge," she murmurs, flexing her butt cheeks to embrace your cock. "I'm the kind of girl who likes to be taken control of, shown what to do."
"Just the type of bitch I like," you tell her as you press the head of your cock into her sodden pussy.
"Oh God, I love being talked to like that! Show me how you treat a bitch! Ohhhh God Yessss! Fuck me with that thick cock!" She's writhing and gasping, bent over the machine, grinding herself back to meet your firm thrusts.
"You're a rude fucking slut, and I'm going to teach you some manners."
"Yesss! I'm a bad little whore, I've been bad, punish me Daddy! Make me your bitch! Fuck me Daddy!"
You use one hand to hold her down on the machine while you fuck her hard and fast as she calls you 'Daddy' over and over. Faye is obviously a girl with some paternal issues, and you have no objection to playing along.
"Take my cock in your bitch cunt, you fucking whore! Take it and beg for more!
"Oh God, Daddy! Fuck me harder Daddy! You're making your little girl feel so good Daddy! Oh Fuck I'm going to come Daddy! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK! OH FUCK DADDY!!!!" She wails and convulses as she comes, fucking you back as hard as you fuck her, your own orgasm building, your balls swelling, then spurting hot seed into her grasping, greedy pussy, filling her with come.
Panting and drained you pull out of her. Looking at her sprawled in decadent lust over the machine you smile in satisfaction and give her a light slap on the ass. She moans in lazy satisfaction, laying with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow.
"You didn't fuck me into a blissful coma like you said when you first came in, but it was close," she murmurs happily
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