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"Not again!" Andy screamed in frustration as he hurled his controller at the table, quickly followed by his headset. Holding his head in his hands he let out another stifled scream, before managing to regain his composure. At that point, he suddenly felt a little sheepish.
Glancing around at the other gamers, Andy hoped that his tantrum went unseen. The desks near his were empty, but there were still a few people within earshot. He was relieved to see that most of them were either still in the tournament, or busy watching it. The relief was short-lived, as he heard a familiar laugh approaching from behind him.
"OK Dave, laugh it up," Andy sighed, as he spun around on his chair.
"Looks like you were completely annihilated," Dave chucked.
"I used to be unbeatable," Andy groaned, "I was winning these tournaments when I was back home; but after moving here, even kids are beating me. It's getting embarrassing."
"You take these things too seriously," Dave laughed, "you need to lighten up. It's just a game at the end of the day."
"Yeah, yeah ..." huffed Andy.
"So, which kid knocked you out?" Dave grinned.
"It wasn't a kid, it was Maria ... again," Andy said, nodding his head in her direction, "she has to be almost thirty, why the hell is she still entering this tournament? I'm starting to feel old in this crowd and I'm only twenty-two."
On cue, the brunette sitting at the corner desk got up and headed in their direction. Her cherry red provocative lips were a powerful contrast to her ivory skin; she was wearing a fitted white shirt with a few buttons undone, which showed off her athletic torso and shapely breasts. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight sleek ponytail.
Although there was no eye contact, Andy couldn't help but notice how smug Maria looked, as she passed his desk and headed towards the restroom. He had seen her a number of times at these tournaments; but he never had the chance, or the guts, to talk to her.
Andy's gaze was now transfixed on her exquisite derriere as she walked away. Her jeans embraced every inch of it, revealing the shape of a perfect upside-down heart. The swaying of her hips could hypnotise every man in the room. Each step strained the denim tighter against the flawless toned globes beneath; it was a mystery how they managed to contain their precious cargo.
"I see the way that you're looking at her Andy, but I'm telling you man, you're better off staying away from that one," Dave said, interrupting Andy's fantasy, "don't be fooled by that delicate persona; I hear that her mood swings could give a guy whiplash."
Andy didn't break out of his trance until the object of his infatuation had disappeared into the ladies room.
"Come and grab a beer with the rest of us. We can trade stories on how we got our asses kicked," Dave suggested.
"Thanks, but I'll pass," sighed Andy, "I want to see if I can pick up any tips from watching the players that are still in the game. There's money to be made from these tournaments and I'm tired of being broke."
"Well, you know where we are if you change your mind," Dave replied, before heading back out towards the bar area.
Once alone, Andy pulled out his phone to check his emails. Utility bill, credit card, insurance renewal, everybody wanted money. He logged into his banking app to assess his state of affairs. The depressing balance that stared back at him was no big surprise. Not enough money to cover the entry fee for another tournament; he'll have to sit it out and watch for now.
"Sucks to be you," Andy suddenly heard from behind him, which startled him into dropping his phone. He instinctively pushed his chair to one side and dropped down to his knees to fetch it from under the desk. After grabbing it, he hastily turned to see who was tormenting him. He first caught sight of a pair of knee-high boots, before glancing up to discover Maria towering over him.
"Are you always this clumsy? It's no wonder you're so easy to beat," she smirked.
From his vantage point, Maria's elegant features seemed quite forbidding. He had no idea if she was playfully teasing him, or just abusing him. She was probably a couple of inches shorter than him at around 5'6", with her boots on, but from his current position she seemed quite intimidating.
Andy wanted to get up off of his knees, to get a handle on the situation, but Maria was now occupying the space where his seat once was. The chair was acting as a barrier blocking him in from the side; he tried to shove it out of the way, but it was obstructed. He backed up further against the desk, to allow more space to stand, but found little room.
Andy was flustered by this turn of events and was bewildered to observe Maria stand her ground. He should have asked her to move by now; it was becoming more awkward by the second. Maria's perfume began wafting down to him, as he craned his neck to look up at her, trying not to stare at her jean clad crotch, which was loitering Batıkent Escort in front of him.
"Hi," he finally managed to mumble, "I just need a little room to ..."
"You're a curious young man," she remarked down to him, ignoring his plea.
He looked around self-consciously, to see if anyone else had noticed his predicament, but was relieved to see that nobody was looking their way.
"There's a tournament coming up," Maria continued, "and I need a partner."
"I ... um ... I can't really afford the entry fees right now," Andy said, reluctantly.
"I'll cover it," Maria stated, waving her hand, "I already knew that you are broke."
"Who told you that?" Andy probed. He didn't think that she even knew he existed.
"People talk," came the reply, "there are no secrets around here. Seeing your bank balance over your shoulder just now, confirmed that it is true."
Andy was a little embarrassed and made a mental note to be more careful in future.
"Why me? There are better players than me here," Andy queried, before kicking himself for exposing his self-doubt.
"I'm quite selective about who I play with," Maria chuckled, "besides, I think that the others are all scared of me."
"I can understand why," came Andy's response with a nervous laugh.
Maria softened her stance after hearing this, appearing to suddenly realise that Andy was stuck on the floor. She backed up enough to allow Andy to climb back onto his chair; then she slowly eased back into his personal space, resting her knee against the chair, between his legs.
"If we win, then you'll get paid," Maria added.
"Fifty-fifty split of the winnings?" Andy challenged hopefully.
"No, that doesn't work for me," Maria countered, "I'm covering the entrance fees. Plus, we both know that I can win this competition with any other partner, but you need me for this. I'll give you a hundred bucks if we win. Take it or leave it."
"I'll take it," Andy replied quickly, fearing that Maria could change her mind. "Where and when?"
"It's online, so we can go to my place; but we have to leave now if we're going to make it in time. Get your stuff together," Maria instructed.
"But you're still in this competition?" Andy responded, "what about your next match here?"
"This is chump change compared to the prizes available in the other tournament. I'll withdraw from this one and we can go," Maria replied, before she swivelled on her heel and headed towards her desk.
Andy took a moment to try to take stock of what just happened. Why does he feel like he has been railroaded? A hot woman is paying for him to enter a tournament with her and he would get paid if they win.
"Pull yourself together," Andy told himself, "this kind of thing never happens to you. Just go and enjoy yourself. What's the worst thing that can happen?"
---
Maria grabbed Andy's hand as she strode back past him and dragged him along with her towards the exit.
"Come on, we're going to be late," she called out behind her, as Andy was almost jogging to keep up. On the plus side, it meant that he got to ogle her impressive backside bouncing in front of him.
Once outside, they jumped into a cab and Maria gave an address that was probably only ten minutes away. She then immediately pulled out her phone and started typing away on it.
"Nice area," Andy remarked, "do you live there by yourself?"
"Yeah, it's OK. I share the place with my roommate Charlotte, but she's not going to be home for a while. Listen, I'm not being rude, but I have to register for the competition; otherwise we may miss the deadline," came the reply.
"Do you need my details?" Andy questioned.
"No, they just need my information. Don't worry, you'll get your money if we win," Maria assured him.
For the rest of the journey, Andy was gazing out of the window on the opposite side of the cab, but found that his eyes kept getting drawn to the vixen alongside him. At one point, the driver hooked a sharp turn and Maria slid firmly into him, luring his senses with her intoxicating aroma. He waited for her to move back to her side, but she appeared to be too engrossed in her phone to care. Andy took the opportunity to drink in her scent, as her soft warm body was wedged up against him.
They finally pulled up at a plush apartment block, where they exited and paid the driver.
"Impressive," was all Andy could utter, before Maria hastily disappeared toward the entrance.
Maria opened the door to her apartment, which led to a modern looking hallway with a very deliberate minimalist look. She closed the door and slumped into a single upholstered bench, where she continued to enter the last of the registration details into her phone.
Andy knelt down to untie his laces and remove his shoes.
"While you're down there, can you help me with these?" Maria asked, as she swung her foot up in his direction, without looking up from her Beşevler Escort phone. The hallway was not very wide, so Andy had to react quickly to avoid getting kicked in the face.
"Um ... sure," came his response, as he guided her boot to rest on his knee. Andy carefully unzipped her boot and eased it off of her dainty foot, along with the slightly damp white sock underneath.
To Andy's surprise, Maria lifted her bare foot and rested it on his shoulder, while she took her other foot and dropped it onto his knee. He felt her wiggle her toes and flex the sole of her foot on his shirt, rubbing her moisture on to him. Andy tried to ignore it. He was pretty sure that she didn't realise what she was doing; she still had her head buried in the phone.
Once the other boot was off, her foot found his other shoulder. Released from their confinement, the mild tangy odour of her feet now surrounded Andy. Her left foot crept along his shoulder and began to gently stroke his cheek with her toes. He tried to discreetly pull his head away, but it only made it as far as her other foot. Unsure of what to do next, he just remained in awkward silence, as the silky sole of Maria's well pedicured foot began to absentmindedly play with his trapped face.
Maria's thighs suddenly parted and her foot dropped back to his shoulders. He saw her face grinning down at him, "OK, let's go!"
She jumped up, with her feet landing either side of Andy's knees. He had to take evasive action to stop her colliding with him. He was now leaning back, looking up at Maria from between her legs.
"My setup is at the back here," Maria said, as she proceeded to the back of the apartment into a large room, which had been converted into an office. Andy paused at the door and looked around. In particular, he was studying the computer station in the corner.
"You only have one controller?" Andy asked, puzzled.
"I only need one," she replied.
"So, we're going to take turns? I thought it would be team play?"
"This is going to sound a little weird, but you're not going to be playing any of the games," Maria said.
"We're not entering the competition?" Andy replied.
"Well ... I am. The tournament is about to start," she responded.
"You're saying that you no longer need a partner?" Andy quizzed.
"Actually, I do need a partner. Let's just say that you're a silent partner," she giggled, "it's part of the conditions of entering the tournament. Only women can play the games though."
"So, why did you invite me over? I'm not a woman," Andy sighed.
"Well, my partner can be a man or a woman," Maria beamed. Swaying from foot to foot with anticipation.
"What does your partner do, if he can't play the games?" Andy enquired, getting a little tired of the riddles.
"You lay there on the bench," came the prompt response, as she pointed at a tired looking weight training bench that was poking out from under the desk.
"But, if I'm laying on the bench, where are you going to sit?" Andy asked.
"On your face," Maria boldly declared.
There was dead silence, as Andy struggled to comprehend the bomb that had just been dropped.
"Uh ... what?" He finally managed to stutter.
"There's a tournament set up for women, with big cash prizes. The one catch is that you must be sitting on someone's face while playing the games. As you know, I'm the best player around, and I'm sure that I can win it. I just need a seat. That's where you come in," she beamed.
"You want to sit on my face?" Andy repeated, trying to catch up with the conversation, while feeling his jeans pull tight against his hardening cock.
"You just have to lay there, I'll be doing all of the work," Maria prompted. "If someone challenges us at any point in the game, then I have to tilt my webcam down to show that I am still sitting on your face. It's OK, nobody will recognise you, if that's what you're worried about. Your face will be covered," she laughed.
"I'm not sure that this is a good idea ..." Andy responded. There is no doubt that Maria was stunning, but being her seat, while she was playing a tournament, was a little humiliating. This is not exactly a reputation that he wanted to have with the other gamers, if it ever got out.
"Oh come on," Maria pouted, "I've seen you staring at my ass; don't tell me that you wouldn't enjoy a close up. Besides, you're getting paid and we both know that you need the money."
It was hard to argue against that. "Is anyone going to find out?" He finally queried.
"Not from me, my lips are sealed," Maria responded, while making a zipping motion across her mouth.
"I guess we're doing this then," Andy eventually replied, still in disbelief at the situation unfolding.
"Yey!" Maria bounced up and down in front of him, before throwing her arms around his neck, and jumping on him for a tight hug. He felt her pressing herself tightly against his cock, which was trying to explode Beypazarı Escort out of his jeans.
"Let's get you prepared, then I can go and change," Maria said as she broke their embrace and headed towards the dresser on the other side of the room.
Andy knelt down beside the bench and studied it, trying to decide how to climb on to it.
"Oh ... and you have to take your clothes off," Maria casually added, still rummaging around in the drawer looking for something.
"What?!" Andy spat out.
"You don't have to be totally naked; you can keep your underwear on, if you prefer. It's no worse than being at the beach, or in a swimming pool," Maria reasoned, as she hastily made her way back over to the bench, "don't overthink this. Just lie back and think of the money. Most men would be paying ME to be put in this position, but you won the selection process."
"What was the selection process?" Andy enquired, not realising that he had been through one.
"You have a nice face," Maria laughed, "it's about to be introduced to my rather demanding bottom. Let's hope that they get along."
Andy hesitated for a few moments, unsure of what to do, before he slowly began to remove his clothes, carefully folding them and placing them in the corner of the room. He decided to leave his boxer shorts on, to try to rescue some form of humility.
After guiding himself down to lay on the bench, only the top half of Andy's body was protruding out from under the workspace. His knees hung off the other end of the bench and his feet were on the floor. The tent in his underwear was now hidden under the desk, which for some reason made it less embarrassing.
"I just need to secure your hands," Maria quipped.
"Hold on ... that was not part of the deal," Andy objected.
"It's the rules of the competition: A chair must not push the player off at any time in the tournament," she explained, as she held a pair of leather handcuffs connected by a length of chain above his face. "To be on the safe side, I'll secure your hands under the bench."
Before Andy could protest further, Maria swiftly attached a cuff to one of his wrists and pulled it under the bench. She passed the chain under and then cuffed the other wrist. After taking a moment to admire her handy work, she swiftly left the room to go and get changed.
While he lay there staring at the light fitting in the ceiling, the recurring thought that was swimming through Andy's mind was, "what have I gotten myself into?"
---
After a few minutes, Maria came back into the room with a broad smile on her face. She had changed into a tight fitting white tennis dress that barely covered her magnificent butt, which gave a little jiggle with every step.
Her face appeared over Andy, grinning down at him. Maria gently rubbed his cheek, before kneeling down, planting a soft kiss and then whispering into his ear, "this is going to be so much fun!"
Maria launched one leg over his body, facing the desk, and shuffled slowly backwards until her inner thighs were on either side of his face. Her majestic ass now dominated his view, framed by the soft white fabric of her little dress.
The material from her panties was being swallowed up by her supple cheeks. She was swaying a little from side to side, which twisted the shiny satin back and forth, disappearing deeper and deeper between her mounds.
"I've logged in and set up the webcam. We just need to upload a picture before we start," Maria instructed.
Before Andy could respond, Maria dropped down and landed heavily onto his face, plunging him into darkness. His face, which had taken a bit of a blow, began to roast with the heat emanating from her ass. The pristine panties that she wore were quickly soiled as they were being driven into her pussy by his mouth; his nose was burying the back of it deep into her ass crack. He felt Maria wiggle on his face, assaulting his senses with her pungent odour; Andy's cheeks were being twisted and coerced into following every move of hers.
"Smile!" came the giggle from above him, before hearing a loud click coming from the speaker.
Andy's lust turned to fear as he was starting to struggle for air. He tried to move his head to the side, but he was being held in place by the weight of his tormentor on his face. He pulled at the restraints, which were quite tight, but allowed a slight rattle against the bench.
Maria leaned forward on his face, which allowed him to heave some air into his lungs, filtered through the crack of her ass.
"I've uploaded the pic and I'm going to switch on the webcam now, so lay still and be quiet."
Maria picked up her feet and unceremoniously dumped them on to Andy's lap, causing him to cry out and contort when she struck his balls with her heel.
"What did I just say? No distractions!" she barked down at him.
Andy sucked as much air as he could from between her haunches as he desperately struggled to calm himself, trying to ignore the throbbing from his testicles.
He tried to console himself with the fact that some men would pay a fortune to be in his position right now, but Andy just couldn't shake the shame he felt that he was nothing more than her seat. She had bought him for this tournament and it certainly seemed like she wanted to get her money's worth.