Just another typical night in. Ellen sat on the couch, a laptop perched on her lap, headphones on, the sleeve of her tiny nightgown slowly descending her arm. Dave would have heard her occasional swearing into the headset but he was wearing his own, sitting across the room furiously mashing every button on the game controller. Not until Ellen let out a particularly loud ‘FUCK’ and rip off her headset did he look up at her.
“You are so mad you are pulling your clothes off?” He laughed, moving the large muff off of one ear. In her rage she had yanked the nightgown askew, revealing a small pink nipple.
“Ugh,” Ellen pulled her sleeve back into place. “We wiped! 40 minutes till the next raid.” She said. She looked over at the TV to see that Dave was just finishing a team death match. “You?”
“We have two more after this,” He informed her.
“No chance of a little break?” She asked, pulling her sleeve back down and almost revealing her breast again.
“I don’t think so.” Dave told her, putting his headphones back over both ears. Ellen made a show of rolling her eyes then turned and left the room. When she returned with two fresh beers, she could hear Dave bossing his team around through the mic, they had just started a new match. She laughed, he must be the most obnoxious team leader ever. She decided to mess with him.
When Ellen set the beer on the coffee table in front of him, she leaned unnecessarily low, allowing the loose nighty to gap open, revealing her entire torso, then flicked her eyes up to meet Dave’s who gave a little laugh. He knew what she was about. Disappointed in his response, she pushed the game a little further. Standing directly in front of the standing fan, she pulled her nightgown down over her shoulders and pushed it to the floor.
“It’s sooo hot!” She said loudly enough for him to hear over the game. He laughed again but continued ordering his team around.
Now it’s game on She thought. She pushed her panties down to the floor with the night gown and walked to sit on the coffee table in front of him, not blocking his view to the TV. She grabbed his cold beer and held it to her throat, arching her back and letting out a soft gasp. Dave looked over to see a small bead of condensation leave the bottle and run down her chest and felt a rush in his crotch.
“Look at that,” Ellen teased, finally getting the response she was hoping for. She slid across the table to sit directly in front of him. When he leaned to see around her he noticed the wet streak she had left across the table and felt another surge in his boxers. Ellen giggled, enjoying her little game.
She slid from the table onto her knees and before Dave realized what she was doing, Ellen had pulled his now hard cock out of his boxers and slipped her lips over the head, her mouth was cold from the beer.
By the time he had muted his headset, he could feel his head press into the soft flesh of her tonsils.
“Really, babe?” He asked. She didn’t pull back, instead she grunted MHM allowing her throat to vibrate around his head. All desire he had for her to stop vanished, but he was still in the middle of the match. “Give me a minute, I’m team leader.” He said. She shook her head no as she slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“You’ll just have to be quiet.” Ellen smirked as she thrust her face back down his shaft. He gave a little twitch then unmuted his headset.
“Yo, Dave. Where are you?” Ellen was close enough to hear through the speakers.
“Sorry guys, I got distracted.” Dave explained. “Let’s scout the wareh–” He cut off short when Ellen stopped working his shaft and instead wrapped her lips around one testicle and sucked gently.
“You ok man?” The headset blared.
“Yeah.. The warehouse.” Ellen heard the consent of the team members. She giggled, then resumed her work on his member. Shoving her face as far down the shaft as she could and slowly withdrawing, again and again. Occasionally she would feel his hand clench on the controller and look up to meet his eye, usually resulting in a stifled grunt from him. She could tell the match was almost over, and that Dave was almost done. She jerked away from him and sat on the floor looking at him stare at her in disbelief.
“Good game guys.” He said then dropped the controller to the ground and pounced on Ellen. His lips landed hard on hers and his hands were everywhere. Pulling the hair at the back of her neck, cupping her round ass, squeezing her small tits just a little too hard. When he took one of her nipples between his teeth, she arched her back and let him wrap on of his hands around her throat. He could feel, rather than hear the moans issuing from there. He pushed her back over the table, leaving her butt and legs hanging off and plunged his fingers into her dripping pussy. Ellen let out an involuntary yelp. Driven on by her apparent pleasure, Dave planted his mouth over the mound of flesh just above his fingers. He rolled his tongue up and down her clit, eliciting grunts. Like she had done to him, just when she was about to fly over the edge he pulled back abruptly.
She picked herself up off the table to look at him and saw the playful grin on his face. She smashed her lips to his, tasting the musk of her own fluids. Then, with no warning, he flipped her around, bent her over the table and plunged his cock into her. She let out another grunt of pleasure.
“Dave?? We’re on. Where are you dude?” The both heard from the headset he was still wearing.
“Oh shit! Sorry” Dave said. He reached for the controller still on the floor without withdrawing from Ellen’s soaked slit. He leaned his elbows on her back and resumed playing his game.
Ellen looked over her shoulder at him. “Really,” She asked. Dave shrugged and started mashing buttons on the controller. She raised and lowered her hips once and Dave pushed hard into her. She raised and lowered them again and let out a moan.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” He whispered to her, still playing his game. She continued thrusting into him. His elbows were digging into her back painfully but she wasn’t done with him yet. Every few thrusts she would feel him push back against her or clench up against the controller. They continued like this a few minutes until Ellen could feel herself reach her peak again. She was no longer able to control her moaning so Dave reached forward to cover her mouth with his arm. Still operating the controller, her began thrusting hard into her until he pushed her over. He could feel her pussy clenching and gripping his shaft and suddenly he was there too. She bit down on his arm at the pleasure of feeling him fill her with his hot cum. And jerked to a stop. They didn’t move until he had finished the match, then fell onto the floor, panting and laughing.