The Game of Death Challenge [MF] [Exhibition] [Public]

So for anyone who didn’t watch the Bruce Lee movie, The Game of Death, the basic premise was that Bruce had to fight his way up a 5 story pagoda, encountering a different challenge on each floor. Well, my girlfriend, Karen and I came up with a similar game, except we were working our way down 10 floors and instead of a death fight we fought to make the other orgasm first.

Finals week had just wrapped up and nearly everyone at the university had moved back home for the winter. Karen, and I were some of the last people to leave since we wanted to spend a couple more days together before we went back to our respective homes. We were chilling at Karen’s on-campus apartment at night watching the movie together in her living room. Normally we would hear the faint sounds of people partying on the floors above and below her 10th floor apartment but since nearly everyone was gone, there was barely a peep.

Now when I say we were watching the movie, it was less watching and more leaving the tv playing on in the background while we made out and felt up each other on the living room sofa. Karen suddenly broke off our kiss and said, “Hey, you know, the building is nearly completely empty. Do you wanna maybe do something in the hallways?”

Of course, I was totally down and we discussed on what we wanted to do exactly. It went from something as mild as just doing it down the hall from her apartment, while still wearing our clothes so we could make a quick getaway, and evolved into a much more daring challenge. What we eventually settled on was that we would start from the 10th floor, where Karen’s apartment was and work our way down each floor till we finished at the 1st, which was the riskiest since the school’s security guards would occasionally make their rounds at night. On each floor, there was an atrium where the elevators were with large glass windows that overlooked the campus. We would fuck there against the glass or on the floor of the atrium. When we start at the 10th floor, we would fuck to 10 strokes and then move down to the next floor where we would do 20 strokes, then 30, then 40, all the way until we reach the 1st floor where we would go for 100 strokes. The main goal of the game: first one to cum is the loser. To put the cherry on top of our challenge, one of us would be completely nude as we ran down the hallways and stairs of the building. The other would have the privilege to be clothed.

To decide who was going to be the unfortunate one to run through the building naked, Karen and I played a 10-stock round of Super Smash Bros (I had brought my console over from my place since Karen wanted to play. Yes, we are both ridiculously nerdy at times). Now for those who played Smash, you know how close some games can be, this game took that to a whole other level. So when the game ended, all I could do was stare at the screen, mouth wide open in astonishment as Karen threw her controller down, yelling and screaming and playfully hitting me. Both of us were stunned by the result.
**I won!** Karen would have to go through the building naked.

We prepared ourselves for our game. I wore a t-shirt, a large hoodie and sweatpants. In the pocket of my hoodie, Karen put a pair of her volleyball shorts so that in case someone did run into us, I would immediately take off my hoodie and get her covered. The hoodie was large enough to cover her down to her butt. We looked at the clock: it was 3:00am on a Monday, if there were some people left in the building, it was unlikely that they would be awake.

It was time for Karen’s clothes to go. Before she stripped down, Karen went to her kitchen and took a shot of tequila for courage and went over to me. She slowly took off her shirt, exposing her petite breasts, and throwing the shirt onto the sofa. Then she took her time as she faced away from me and bent over to take off her sweatpants and panties, giving me a fantastic view of her firm ass and her wet pussy. I took a moment to admire my girlfriend’s nude body; I looked up and down the curves of her leaned and toned body, her petite but firm breasts, her gorgeous ass and her smooth shaved pussy. Her long dark hair contrasted against her pale skin and her brown eyes betrayed the fact that she was a little nervous and excited by the prospect being nude in public. As she threw her sweats to the sofa, she went down on her knees pulled down my sweatpants and pulled my hard cock out and started licking me up and down my shaft and bringing the head of my cock into her mouth. After getting my cock sufficiently lubed with her saliva, she got up, kissed me and then whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna make you cum first.”

**Game Start**

I walked out of the apartment first, keys in my pocket, to scout ahead and make sure the coast was clear. The hallway was dead quiet. I whispered to Karen to come over to the dimly lit atrium. After a little hesitation, she quickly bolted out from the apartment door and ran right into me, grabbing me and bringing us against the wall so that my body shielded her nude body from nonexistent eyes. I held her in my arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. Now we were outside of the apartment, with Karen completely nude and exposed. Karen brought her arms around my neck and brought me down for a kiss. As she broke off the kiss she whispered to me, “Let’s do this.”

As we stood and leaned against the wall, Karen pulled my pants down and freed my cock and proceeded to guide me towards her wet entrance. She rubbed the tip of my cock along her lips, getting it lubricated with her juices, before slowly sliding my cock into her. I felt her tighten around me and heard her moan and whimper into my ear as she slowly took in the entire length of me. When the full length of my cock was in, I whispered into her ear, “That’s one. Nine more to go.” I slowly drew myself out, inch by agonizingly long inch before suddenly pushing myself back into her again. “Two.” Her moans in my ear were driving me crazy so I slowly picked up the pace. “Three.” She held me tightly and I continued to pump into her. “Four.” I could feel her juices dripping down from where we were connected. “Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.” For the last stroke, I made it as slow as possible to tease Karen. I could hear her whine softly into my hoodie to go faster and get it over with. “Ten.” We stood there against the wall embracing each other for a moment before Karen pulled me out of her. “Ok let’s go down to the next floor.”

I tucked my dick back into my pants as I walked over to the stairway. After making sure the coast was clear in the stairs, I looked back and waved Karen over. She quickly ran over to the stairway and held onto me again, never letting go of me as we walked down to the 9th floor. This time we were going to go for 20 strokes. I checked the 9th floor for any signs of life. Dead silent; we were the only ones there. We rushed into the atrium and this time I had Karen face and lean up against the glass. She was a little nervous to do so but as she leaned up against the glass and stuck her ass out for me, she looked behind and told me, “You better go faster this time.” Not one to disobey her, I did was she said and quickly slid my still wet cock into her. “One.” By “six” I brought my left hand around to massage her breast and my right hand down to massage her clit. By “twelve” Karen’s moans had gotten considerably louder. By “twenty” Karen moved her body up and down along my cock for an unofficial 21st stroke before I pulled out of her. “Hey, wait for the next floor.” She said nothing except gave me a frustrated glare as we went back to the stairway.

We walked into the 8th floor atrium after making sure that the floor was clear and this time Karen had me lie on the floor and she took my cock out and straddle me, slipping my cock in almost immediately. “One.” This time she was counting the strokes all the way to 30. Her body upright as she bounced up and down my cock. By “four” I was already feeling Karen’s juices trickling down my cock and down my thighs. By “fifteen” Karen brought her hands down onto my chest for support. By “twenty-five” I could see the pleasure in her face as she tried her absolute best to stifle her moans. Once we got to thirty she quickly dismounted me and pulled me up from the floor. She was impatient to get to the 7th floor.

This time Karen was taking the lead now. Instead of me going first to check the stairs and floors for people, Karen was going ahead and doing it herself. I was almost afraid that she would be careless and run into someone. Luckily the coast was clear on the 7th floor too. As I followed her in, I could see the clear streak of Karen’s wetness sliding down her thigh. Once we got to the atrium, Karen again had me lay on the floor and quickly mounted me. This time her moans were much louder. By “twenty” she started to moan out, “oh god!” and “yess!” at some strokes. By “thirty-five” she brought herself down to embrace and kiss me as she rode out the next five strokes. I held her in my arms and continued to kiss her for those last five strokes in order to keep her quiet as she moaned into my mouth. When we finished our 40 strokes, Karen again quickly dismounted me and pulled me up from the floor and into the stairway as we headed down to the 6th floor.

By the time we entered the 6th floor atrium, it seemed as if Karen had completely forgotten that she was naked in public. For the 3rd floor in a row, she had me lay down on the floor and mounted me again but this time in reverse cowgirl. I saw the curves of her beautiful back and the pale round globes of her ass as she bounced up and down. By “twenty-five” I began to feel myself come close to cumming. By “thirty-four” I brought Karen to lay back on my chest as I used my left hand to massage her breast and my right to massage her clit and took control of the strokes. As we finished at fifty I could tell Karen was getting close and so was I. If I was gonna win, I need to take control of the strokes or else she’ll take the win.

We were going down to the 5th floor next, meaning that we were going to 60 strokes. I was already getting close to cumming at 50 strokes and the last floor had already riled me up to the point where I might not even last at 30. So I hatched a plan in my head to turn the tides in case I got too close to cumming. Once we got into the 5th floor atrium, Karen immediately had me lay on the floor again and rode me reverse cowgirl again. Perfect. By “fifteen” I brought myself up and held Karen in my arms, massaging her breasts and clit while also slowing down her pace. By “thirty-five” I brought her down onto all fours while I managed to bring my legs underneath her so that now we were fucking doggy style. I continued to fondle and massage Karen’s breasts and clit as I slowed down the pace, giving me time to recover and drive Karen nuts. Her louder moans from before now gave way to whines and pants and I kept up the slower pace while pressing her other hot buttons to set her off. By “fifty-one” Karen was trying to move her hips back and forth along my cock to ride out the last nine strokes. When we finished 60 strokes, I could tell Karen was getting frustrated with how slow I was making the strokes. She grabbed my hand and led me back to the stairway as we went down to the 4th floor.

When we entered the 4th floor atrium, I was a little disoriented for a second as something seemed a little different about the 4th floor. Then I realized that the 4th floor no longer had large windows spanning from the floor to the ceiling but smaller half sized windows. I had Karen face the smaller windows and bend over as I slowly slipped myself back into her for the next 70 strokes. This time I varied my pace between slow and fast. The first twenty-five strokes I picked up a faster pace before I slowed down again and took my time with the next five strokes. I could hear Karen as she moaned loudly as our bodies connected. With each stroke, I could see her ass bounce and jiggle. As I held her hips and continued to pump into Karen, the sight of her pale nude body getting fucked in the atrium where so many students like us walked through on a daily basis during the school year brought me closer and closer to the edge. By “fifty” Karen brought her right hand to hold mine while she continued to brace herself against the wall with her left hand. By the last stroke at “seventy” my strategy of changing up the pace from fast to slow managed to keep my orgasm at bay.

As we headed to the 3rd floor, it was clear that Karen was very close. Her breathing was more ragged and breathy, and there were now several clears streaks of her wetness going down from her thigh. Once we checked if the 3rd floor was clear, I decided to do something different. I took off my hoodie and laid it out on the floor. I had Karen lay down on her back on the hoodie and positioned myself between her legs. As I slowly entered her, I prayed in my head that I would be able to last for the next 80 strokes. Karen gave a moan and a sigh as the entire length of me entered her. I began to pick up the pace as I pulled myself about halfway out before plunging back in, trying my best to count each stroke. Karen brought her hands up to massage her breasts as I continued to fuck her. By around “forty” Karen suddenly shot her hands up and embraced me and she squealed in my ear. I could feel her contract and tighten around me as an orgasm racked her body, quivering from head to toe and wrapping her legs tightly around me. After holding off my orgasm for so long, this was enough to set me off as I moaned into her ear and began to cum deep inside her. We laid on the floor on top of my hoodie for a while, basking in the glow of our orgasms.

As I softened inside of her, I slowly pulled out of Karen, eliciting a satisfied sigh from my girlfriend. Then the haze of my post-orgasm euphoria quickly dissipated as I remembered that we were still in public in the 3rd floor atrium of Karen’s apartment building. Even though it was probably 4:00am in the morning by now, I did not want to risk being caught if someone were to come out of the elevator right now. I gave Karen a quick kiss before bringing her up and getting the hoodie off the ground and onto Karen. Now finally clothed in just my hoodie, Karen was no longer naked in public. As a result of us having sex on top of the hoodie, I could see that the hoodie had a large wet spot on the side, but it would not be noticeable if Karen kept her arm down.

Before we headed up back to Karen’s apartment, Karen wanted to go outside for a bit to get some fresh air. I lent her my shoes so that her feet wouldn’t get cold outside while I kept my socks on. It was the least I could do since she had just gone through 8 floors of her building completely nude. We took the elevator down to the first floor since we were too tired to take the stairs all the way down. As we walked out the front door of the building, Karen took a deep breath of the cool night air and stretched her hand up above her head. In that moment, I realized that Karen had never put on the volleyball shorts that I had put in the hoodie pocket as the raised hoodie brought her beautiful pale ass into view in the muted glow of the streetlights. The faint shimmer of light glistening down the length of her inner thighs clear evidence of what we had just done. She brought her arms around my neck and kissed me as I grabbed her exposed ass and gave her a couple quick squeezes before breaking off the hug and covering her butt with the hoodie.

As we rode the elevator back up to Karen’s 10th floor apartment, the elevator suddenly stopped at the 4th floor. Karen, still only in the hoodie and wearing nothing underneath, shifted to the corner of the elevator and behind me. A couple of guys walked in, their breaths smelling of alcohol and clearly looking like they were tired out from a kickback at one of the apartments on the 4th floor. As they pressed the button to go to the 9th floor, I could feel Karen nervously shift her legs behind me. On the way up, it was clear these guys were too conked out to even notice that Karen was not wearing any pants. Once the guys got off at the 9th floor and the doors to the elevator shut, I turned to look at Karen. Seeing the cute petite Asian girl in an over-sized hoodie turn so red from embarrassment, the sight nearly killed me with cuteness. I kissed her on the forehead and we both walked back to her apartment.

As we got into her apartment, I asked her, “So who won?”

And thus began a debate that still remains unresolved to this day.

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