Ashley’s Game – Episode 3 free porn video

How do I get myself in these situations? I was surrounded by the four college guys in their hotel room. I had just left Peter’s room after closing his deal through my performance offering myself for an all-night sex marathon with Cliff, Peter and Brandon. I have to admit, I was amazing. I could tell Cliff was pleased and impressed.

My work was done. I stepped out of the hotel room and into the hallway. The moment the door to Peter’s suite closed and locked behind me, the four college guys stepped out of the elevator after breakfast. I was stranded in the hallway with nothing on but the short plush hotel robe and my heels. Both the robe and my heels showed off my long legs. It was all I had to wear. The dress I started the evening with the night before was now long gone.

The four guys immediately recognized me as the one Cliff allowed them to grope in the same hallway the night before. Cliff enjoyed humiliating me by teasing them with my body. Was it fate that they stepped off the elevator just as I was alone in the hallway wearing almost nothing? Their eyes grew big when they saw me. I soon realized it was not just their eyes that were getting big. They took my arm and pleaded for me to come back to their room with them. I could have resisted, but didn’t. Maybe I felt sorry for them. Maybe I was so exhausted, I wasn’t able to make good decisions. Maybe it was becoming harder for me to say no to being used. Maybe I was excited that these four college guys wanted me so badly. Maybe deep down, I wanted them as much as they wanted me.

Whatever it was, the shower I had just taken was useless. It didn’t take long for me to be covered and filled again with cum, this time from these four virile studs who were horny and insatiable as I remember being in college. I had never been taken by four guys before. I had also never seen more cum. What wasn’t on me was in me. The only reason they stopped was the hotel required them to be out by 11:00. I didn’t even have time for another shower.

After they were done with me, the five of us got in the elevator. Just before the elevator doors closed, a hand reached in to stop it from closing. I blushed and looked down when Cliff, Peter and Brandon stepped into the elevator with us. Cliff looked at me, looked at the four guys and then looked at me again. He could see and smell the cum on me. “You’re such a slut” he said. “I’d call you a whore, but I bet you gave it away.”

My cheeks reddened more. I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t say anything.

“Give me Ashley,” he said, “or I’ll own your ass forever. Last night was just the beginning.”

“I have an idea how I can get her,” I whispered sheepishly.

“How?”

She’s competitive.”

“With what?” he asked.

“Everything, especially with sports: softball, golf, tennis…”

“Great. Set up a golf game Tell her that if she wins, you’re free. It won’t be true. But if she loses, she takes your place. She’ll become my new little slut, with no limits.”

“She hates to lose.”

“Will she do it?”

“I’ll try. She gets very competitive when there’s a lot at stake.”

“You have twenty-four hours.”

I nodded dutifully. I was surprised how much I had enjoyed the last thirty-six hours being used by Cliff. But something in me relished the idea of Ashley taking my place. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“It’s your ass on the line,” he said as stepped out of the elevator with Peter and Brandon. The three walked away, leaving me behind like trash. Their deal was done and finalized. The other four guys looked back at me as they walked off, high-fiving each other.

I felt like a slut standing there. I left my car with the valet the night before. I would need to retrieve it wearing only the robe. The valet took in the full view of my body as I tried to maneuver into the front seat of my car modestly. It was no use. The front of the small robe fell open as I lowered myself into the seat, while the bottom of the robe rose and exposed my ass as I sat down. I knew he could see and smell that my body was caked with cum. I blushed, smiled and gave him five dollars.

As I drove home, I realized Ashley was a big part of why I was in this predicament. It was at the wedding two nights before. We were both blissfully drunk and having fun when she dared me. It started out with a bet saying I couldn’t get the guy at the bar to kiss me. I laughed, saying I knew I could get him to fuck me if I wanted. She pushed me by betting $100 I couldn’t. I said I’d do it for $300. She offered $200. I accepted the lower amount. Ashley said I would need pics to prove I fucked him. It was Ashley’s fault that I asked Cliff to take some pics after our night of non-stop sex. He agreed and even included a video. I used him to win the bet with Ashley.

It was impossible for me to know that Cliff was friends with my boss, the CEO of the mortgage company I work for. How could I know he would turn the tables on me? I had used him, now he returned the favor. He gave me the choice of having my pics and video shared with my boss and co-workers that would get me fired or to willingly become his sex toy without limits. It all started because of Ashley. I called Ashley on my way home from the hotel.

“Hi, Katie,” she said, picking up the phone with my name blazoned on her caller ID. “How’d your second night with Cliff go?”

“Amazing,” I answered. “I’ve never been fucked better or more than the last twelve hours.” It was true. I didn’t need to share yet that I was used by seven men in two hotel rooms.

“Damn, he sounds amazing.”

“He is. Which is why I’m calling. Can you come over to my place in an hour?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you then. Bring your open mind.”

When I got home, I kicked my heels off and let the robe drop to the floor. I took a long hot bubble bath. I let the suds soak the cum off my body as I lay back and reflected on the last fifteen hours. I couldn’t help but be aroused at the flood of memories. It wasn’t just that these men had their way with me, but I offered myself to them. My long fingers found their way between my thighs, softly stroking my tender folds. My mind battled with my body. How could I think about cumming again after being used non-stop all night and morning? Despite the thoughts in my head, my body pleaded for more. I reached up and squeezed one of my nipples while my other fingers knew exactly how to pleasure myself. Fuck, I’m becoming such a slut, I thought to myself. I smiled at the thought. I couldn’t deny the last forty hours were filled with the best sex of my life. Could it be that the secret to real pleasure isn’t by being in control, but surrendering myself for the pleasure of others?

My fingers gradually increased their pace, luring me closer to climax. I closed my eyes. My fingers and hands glided over my slippery soapy body. My mouth gaped open with a gasp as the climax in me grew larger like an approaching train. My breathing quickened. I moaned loudly in the sanctity of my own bathtub. My fingers slapped my pussy before plunging them again between the folds. My back arched against the tub as the orgasm crashed forcefully over me. Images of the last 40 hours flooded my mind as my body responded with what felt like all the orgasms of the last two days all climaxing at the same time. I screamed as the wave of euphoria flowed over me. My mind spun in dizzying circles as my ass splashed in the water. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I screamed. My eyes stayed closed. My fingers continued, luring a second climax on the heels of the first like a powerful aftershock.

I let out a huge sigh as my body finally slid blissfully limp into the hot sudsy water. I kept my eyes closed, allowing myself to enjoy the continuing buzz. I was satisfyingly exhausted. I basked in the gift and sheer pleasure of capping the events of the last day with the luxury of this “me” time.

“Damn, that was hot.”

My heart jumped out of my chest. Ashley’s voice was so familiar, I didn’t open my eyes. Damn. She just watched me. I felt my cheeks redden. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to make me hot watching you,” she said with a chuckle.

“What are you doing here? I said come over in an hour.”

“I did,” she answered. “It’s been an hour, girl.”

I opened my eyes to see her standing there, with a lustful look in her eye I had only seen when we were out clubbing or hitting on guys. She was wearing a short top that showed off her abs with tight jeans, that showed off her ass. Her straight shoulder length hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled and as usual, her smile lit up her face.

“Oh, sorry. I must have lost track of time.”

“You must have,” she said with her continuing smile and a wink.

I pulled the plug on the drain and stood up. The water dripped off my body as I picked up my towel and started drying off. I wrapped the towel around my body. She followed me as I moved into the bedroom and began to get dressed.

“So, it sounds like my little bet has paid off big time for you,” she said.

“You have no idea.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That’s why I wanted you to come over,” I replied. “It’s been amazing, but you got me into this.”

“What are friends for?”

“It’s more than that,” I said. “It has been amazing. It is amazing. I’ve never had more or better sex.”

“I should be so lucky,” Ashley answered.

“You should,” I said. “He wants you.”

“What?”

“Yep. He wants you,” I repeated. “And I need your help.”

“He wants me? He’s too much for you to handle?” she asked teasingly. “Need my help?”

“No, but yes. You know the pictures and video I sent you to prove I fucked him the first night?”

“Yes. They were hot.”

“We took them using his phone. He later told me he is good friends with Bob, my boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. He gave me a choice. He said I could become his little plaything, doing anything he tells me, or he could make the pics go viral, making sure everyone at work, including Bob, sees them.”

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah. There are all these regulations that don’t allow employees to fraternize with customers. If they got out, I’ll be fired.”

“Shit,” Ashley repeated. “What a jerk to do that to you.”

“That’s the thing. He’s not, at least not any more than I was to him,” I answered. “If you think of it, I used him before he used me. I used him to win your bet.”

“Yeah, but.”

“We used him, Ashley” I interrupted. “I mean, it’s not like he’s complaining.” I blushed again. “But we used him and it started with your bet.”

“Damn, Katie. I’m so sorry. It was just a…”

“But, he said he’ll give me a way out. It’s my only chance.”

“What do I have to do?”

“I told him you like to play golf. I didn’t tell him how good you are.”

Ashley smiled boastfully. “So?”

“He said he’d play you for my freedom. When you win, then he will destroy the pictures and video, promising never to share them with anyone. He’ll free me from being his little sex toy.”

"That’ll be easy,” she answered. “What if I lose?”

“You agree to take my place.”

“Take your place? Take your place as his plaything?”

“Yes, without any limits,” I clarified.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Either way, if I play, you get free, but I’d be putting my ass on the line."

“I put mine on the line for you and your bet. You are the one that got me into this, Ashley. You’re my only way out. But when you win, we both walk away.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m surprised you’re afraid. But, if you think you’ll lose, I understand.”

Ashley looked up with a glare in her eye. My words triggered her competitive drive. “No, I don’t,” she said. “I’m not afraid. I’ll beat his ass.”

“So, you’ll play? You won’t chicken out?”

“Damn right,” she answered. “What are the terms?”

“Here’s his number,” I said. “Whatever you two work out.”

Ashley called Cliff and put the call on speakerphone.

“Hello.”

“Cliff, this is Katie’s friend, Ashley. I understand you are offering a proposal, a little game with a wager for her freedom.”

“Hello, Ashley. Yes, I am.”

“What are the terms?”

“Very simple,” his voice said. “Eighteen holes. If you win, you and Katie walk away with no further obligations to me. I will destroy the pics and video of Katie and me. She is free.”

“And if you win?”

“If I win, you take her place, doing anything I ask without limits. Katie can fill you in on some of what that might require,” he added matter-of-factly.

Ashley looked over at me. His words didn’t come across as arrogant, but his calm tone heightened her competitive resolve. I looked back at her with wide puppy-dog eyes.

“Okay,” Ashley said. “We have a deal. When is this going to happen?”

“Very good. I have a friend who runs the Glen Oaks Country Club,” he said. “The latest tee time they schedule for eighteen is 1:30. He’s already agreed to put us down for 2:00 tomorrow.”

“But I have to work?” Ashley argued.

“That’s not my problem, is it? I told Katie she had twenty-four hours. It’s either tomorrow or never.”

“Okay,” Ashley answered. “I’ll leave work early.”

“By the way, since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll be playing from the middle white tees. You are welcome to play from the ladies’ tees if you want.”

“Fuck you,” Ashley said. “We’ll play from the same tees. When we’re done, there will be no excuses.”

“I look forward to it,” Cliff answered. “I mean, you fucking me. You decide what tees you want to play from. All I need now is a little collateral.”

“Collateral? My word is good.”

“I’m sure it is,” Cliff answered. “I’m not questioning that. But it’s good business practice.”

“Bullshit.”

“You work at a bank, right? You’d never give a loan without collateral. It is reasonable to ask for collateral as reassurance.”

“What kind of collateral?”

“Take your clothes off and let Katie take some seductive pictures of you. Include a video promising your complete submission if you lose.”

“You wish!” Ashley shot back. “There’s no way I’m going to send you pics or video. I’ve heard what you do with them.”

“I understand your concern,” Cliff answered calmly. “Do you trust Katie?”

“Yes.”

“Then have her take the pics and video with her phone. I’ll send her a link to a Google Drive for her to upload them to. She can use a password that only she knows to lock access to them. If you win, she deletes them from the folder. If I win, she gives me the password. Agreed?"

Ashley paused to answer.

“I understand your hesitation, thinking you might lose.”

“Fuck you,” Ashley shot back again. “I’m not going to lose.”

“Very good then. There must be at least five pics and a video with you saying your name and your promise to become my personal slut. I just sent Katie a link to the Google Drive for her to upload them to. You have ten minutes.”

Ashley looked at me. I looked back at her and nodded my head in agreement. “Deal,” I said.

Ashley’s eyes got big. There was a brief awkward pause, but her competitiveness got the best of her. “Deal,” she added.

“Good. You have ten minutes or the deal is off and Katie’s pics and video go viral.”

“Wait! They get shared if we don’t upload these?” I asked.

“I think Ashley needs a little extra motivation,” Cliff answered.

“No, I don’t,” Ashley answered. “The pics and video will be there.” Ashley hit the red button on the phone and ended the call. She took her top off, exposing her bare breasts beneath. She peeled her jeans off and then followed them with her thong. Her gorgeous 5’5” body stood in front of me, completely naked.

“Show me some sexy,” I said, with my phone aimed at her. I quickly took five pics, showing off her whole body, focusing on her tits, pussy and ass. “Now for the video.”

“Shit,” she said.

“We’re running out of time, Ashley. They still need to upload.”

“My name is Ashley Vincent. I agree.” Ashley stopped. “There. That’s it.”

“No, it’s not, Ashley. You have to say what you are agreeing to. You need to make it slutty.”

“Whose side are you on?” Ashley asked.

“Both of ours,” I answered. “It has to be something he can use as real collateral. Get seductive. Imagine you’re doing one of those videos you use to make for Joey. I know you can be more convincing than that.”

Ashley blushed, remembering the videos she used to make for her ex. She hesitated.

“Ashley, we’re running out of time. You got me into this. If you don’t do this now, you’ll also make me lose my job.”

“Fuck. Okay. Start the video.” Ashley looked at the camera. Her face changed and got seductive. “My name is Ashley Vincent. I promise.” Ashley’s hands moved freely across her body, pinching her nipples and toying with her pussy. “If I lose my golf game with Cliff, I voluntarily offer myself as his sex toy.”

I whispered, “Without any limits.”

“Without any limits,” Ashley repeated.

I stopped the video.

“Damn, I can’t believe I just did that.”

“I know how you feel. I’ve felt that a lot the last two days, since meeting Cliff.” I immediately uploaded the pics and video to the link he sent me. In my hurry to beat the deadline with only seconds left, I forgot to password protect them.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” I said. “Let’s beat his ass.”

“We will,” she answered confidently. “Or at least I will,” she added boastfully. “It looks like he’s already enjoying beating yours.”

Ashley got off work at noon and we got to the exclusive private golf course about an hour early. Ashley wanted to hit some balls on the driving range to warm up. She was wearing a cute golf outfit that I knew she wore to distract Cliff while he played. Ashley’s competitiveness was not above using anything she had to her advantage. She wore a low-cut tight midriff brightly-colored paisley golf top with straps over her shoulders that crisscrossed in back. The top showed off her abs and the fact she was not wearing a bra beneath. She wore a short bright orange golf skirt that barely covered her perfect ass. Beneath was only a thong that showed off her ass anytime she picked up her golf ball from a hole.

“Damn, you look hot,” I complimented.

“Just want him to see what he’s going to lose when I beat his ass today,” she answered confidently.

After warming up, Ashley and I walked over to the first tee. The last group had a half-hour head start.

Cliff drove up in a four-person golf cart. “Ladies, nice to see you. Beautiful day for a game, isn’t it?” He put his hand out toward Ashley while looking up and down her body admiringly. “I’m Cliff.”

“Yes, you are,” Ashley said. “I remember you from the wedding. I’m Ashley.”

“Nice to meet you. Can I load your bag on the back of the cart?”

“I got it,” she answered stubbornly.

“As they do at St. Andrews, I’ve got a bottle of scotch and some glasses to enjoy as we play. Anything else you’d like before we start?”

“Let’s do this,” Ashley said.

The first nine holes were pretty uneventful, other than some playful bantering. Ashley and Cliff both played well, usually hitting par. Ashley had three birdies, Cliff had one, giving Ashley a two-stroke lead, making her even more confident of the certainty of her win. I was in charge of recording their scores and pouring the scotch. As the game and scotch progressed, Cliff and Ashley grew more comfortable with each other, even secretly admiring each other’s golf games. It was obvious that Cliff also admired the view of Ashley’s body as she played. There was little left to the imagination. She looked hot. Ashley knew she had Cliff right where she wanted him.

As we approached the back nine, the golf course was almost completely vacated. The sun was starting its descent toward the horizon. They would have just enough time to get the last nine in.

“What do you say we raise the stakes a bit?” Ashley asked, seizing the opportunity to take advantage of her momentum and lead.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe closest to the pin on one of the par threes? Or loser of a hole pays a bonus penalty?”

“$50 too steep for you?”

“I wasn’t necessarily thinking money. Maybe something more interesting that we’d both want.”

Cliff smiled. “What do you have in mind?”

“Loser of a hole pays by giving up an item of clothing and drinks another shot,” Ashley said confidently.

I was stunned at Ashley’s bold confidence.

“I like the way you think,” Cliff answered. “Deal.”

Everything changed the moment they shook hands, sitting in the golf cart at the tenth hole. The air suddenly thickened as if a storm was approaching. They studied each other more closely as they played. They both tried to focus more, but found it also more difficult. It’s what Ashley hoped by raising the stakes, making Cliff feel more vulnerable and distracted. She knew he would be distracted from the idea of losing his own clothes as well as the possibility of what he would enjoy if she did. The tenth and eleventh holes were uneventful, each scoring par. The game began to turn on the twelfth hole. Cliff felt good about finishing even on the par-five until Ashley came in one under, landing a long putt.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the two looked at each other after Ashley strutted to the hole to retrieve her ball. Cliff dutifully pulled his shirt off and tossed it to her, admitting his first defeat on the back nine. Ashley paused to admire his muscular chest. “That’s a nice start, but only a start,” Ashley complimented. “Katie, pour our host a drink, will you? He’s suddenly feeling thirsty.”

I poured the scotch and Cliff drank it. Ashley winked at me, basking in her lead and the certainty of her win as they moved toward the 13th with a three-stroke lead. Equally motivated, they both birdied the hole and parred the 14th. Ashley played boastfully; Cliff remained calm; both were focused.

“I’ll take the top first,” Cliff teased as Ashley stepped out of the cart to approach the 15th tee.

“That’s not going to happen,” Ashley fired back confidently without looking at him. She bent over to put the ball on the tee, offering a teasing glimpse of her ass before standing up again. She checked her grip and positioned her stance. Top first, she thought to herself. The idea secretly made her shudder, but she worked to not let his words affect her mental focus. I’ve got this, she thought to herself. As she swung, she uncharacteristically rose up in her forward part of the swing, topping the ball. “Fuck!”

“Mmmm, how appropriate that you topped it,” Cliff teased as he picked up her tee and handed it to her before putting his down. Cliff parred the hole, but Ashley bogeyed. There was a palpable awkward silence as she picked her ball up out of the hole, this time bending at the knees to not offer any free views of her ass.

“Top?” Cliff said, enjoying the moment.

Ashley reached beneath her short skirt and pulled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and kicked them toward him. “That’s all you get, and all you’re going to get,” she said as she turned and walked toward the golf cart.

Cliff smiled. “Ashley’s thirsty, Katie. Can you pour her a drink?”

Ashley took the drink and swallowed it, doing the best she could to convince us she was unfazed by her loss on the hole. I knew her well enough, though, to read her face like a familiar book.

Both Cliff and Ashley remained focused on the 16th, and both parred the hole. As she walked, Ashley could feel her nakedness under her skirt. Her nerves continued to grow, especially seeing Cliff steal glances as they walked the course and rode in the cart. Why did I wear such a short skirt? she asked herself. She knew why. To distract Cliff. But now her strategy was backfiring.

She wished she started the 17th better, taking three strokes to land on the par-four green. She felt confident in her ability to land the putt, being only ten feet from the hole. She watched as Cliff got on the green in three. His ball was six feet out. She putted first, taking time to line it up and offer a gentle tap. She held her breath as she confidently watched the ball move straight toward the hole until the last second when a small slope redirected it to the outside. The ball stopped, balancing on the very edge of the cliff. We all watched in suspense. The ball didn’t move. “Damn!” she whispered in frustration, conceding to the stubbornness of the ball’s refusal to drop into the hole. She tapped it in.

“I’ll take your pants next,” she said to Cliff, trying her best to throw off his concentration as he lined up his put. He looked up at her, chuckled and tapped the ball. We were all glued, watching as the ball moved toward the side of the hole before taking advantage of the slope she exposed with her shot. The ball dropped into the hole, securing par, dropping Ashley’s lead to one with one hole to go.

Cliff looked up at her and smiled as he reached down to pick his ball up. “I’ll take that top now,” he said.

Ashley couldn’t believe it happened. She was frustrated more at herself than anything. “Fuck you,” she said, reaching down to the zipper in back of her skirt. She refused to let him have his way by picking what she was going to take off. In stubbornness, she took hold of the zipper and lowered it. The skirt dropped from her waist to around her ankles, baring her ass and shaved pussy. She stepped out of it with one foot while kicking it over to Cliff with the other. The moment she did, she regretted her impetuous decision. She looked around the golf course to see if anyone was around. She couldn’t see anyone, but she also knew the next hole would return us to the clubhouse. “Shit!” she whispered, frustrated at her play and allowing it to get into her head.

“I think our friend needs a drink,” Cliff said.

I poured her a shot and handed it to her as her bare ass hit the simulated leather seat of the golf cart. Cliff joined her in the cart and lingered with his enjoyment of her nearly naked body. Her cropped golf shirt allowed for a better view. Ashley quickly moved her hands over her lap to try to cover herself.

“Oh, don’t be so modest, Ashley. It’s all going to be mine soon enough.”

“Fuck you,” she shot back, handing the glass back to me. “I still have a one-stroke lead with only one more hole to play. “Enjoy the view for now, but it will all be over soon enough.”

“We’ll see, won’t we,” Cliff answered calmly.

Ashley’s body language changed completely from earlier in the game. She stood at the final tee, completely self-conscious of her nakedness. She couldn’t tell if anyone at the clubhouse could see her, but she knew there must be people in there enjoying the view with the sun so close to setting. She could feel the light breeze hitting her body. Cliff purposely stood behind her, not as a polite golf gesture, but to lust after the view of her nearly naked body. She could feel Cliff’s eyes lapping up her ass and pussy. To her surprise, she even felt slightly aroused despite her competitive frustration. She pushed her ass out, readying her stance for her drive. It was just as she always did, but never had her ass been bared before. Why did I up the ante and risk putting myself in this position? she asked herself. She knew it was her own competitive cockiness. Focus! she yelled silently at herself. She launched her drive on the par-five, and watched it hook to the right. “Fuck!”

Cliff stepped up the tee, and without much thought or preparation, hit his drive long and straight down the fairway. The two battled their way between the trees. Despite both playing the hole well, Ashley was not able to recover from her bad drive. She impressively held par, but could not match Cliff’s one-under, tying the game.

“Fuck!” Ashley said, with growing frustration. She knew she was better than this. The game was now tied, and she was forced to give up her last item of clothing. She took her shirt off and tossed it to Cliff.

“There’s the top I’ve been waiting for,” he joked. “It looks like we’ll need a tie-breaker. Katie, pour her another drink.”

Ashley stood there, doing her best to cover her naked body with her arms and hands. “Fuck!” she said again as she threw her head back and emptied the glass down her throat. She could feel the buzz of this drink take effect more quickly.

“Replay eighteen?”

“Yes,” Ashley answered, frustrated. “This time is my turn.”

Cliff and Ashley both hit their drives long and straight to start the tie-breaker. Their balls landed ten feet from one another. Ashley continued to do her best covering her body in the cart and when out in the fairway, but became completely exposed when hitting her golf shots. She tried to focus, and not have her forced public exhibitionism get in her head. Cliff and Ashley both landed on the outside edge of the green in three, each feeling confident about their chances. Cliff was out farther and took his time lining up his put. They held their breath as he hit. The ball was aimed four feet to the right of the hole, but the slope masterfully redirected it to drop into the hole.

Ashley was genuinely impressed. "Damn,” she said to herself. Now it was up to her to do the same. She got behind her ball and crouched down to study the slopes of the green. She tried her best to ignore her complete exposure. Her competitiveness kicked in. She moved into her stance and choked up on her putter. She took a few practice swings before stepping up to her ball. She did her best to keep her emotions in check. She tried as hard as she could not to think about what was riding on this putt. The light breeze caressed her nakedness. She felt confident with her line. She slowly started her swing back, carefully positioning the head of the putter as it struck the ball. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The ball lurched forward straight to the same side of the hole Cliff aimed for. Her plan was to use the gradual slope to steer the ball to the hole. She smiled as she saw her ball begin to enter the curve and move toward the hole as if a magnet were drawing it in. The ball hit the hole a little faster than she hoped, but it began to circle the outer edge. Ashley was certain gravity would pull it in like a spiral. The ball made its way completely around the edge of the hole, building excruciating suspense. Then, rather than gravitational forces pulling it in as she planned, centrifugal force pushed it away. The ball stopped rolling two inches from the hole.

“No! No!” Ashley yelled. “That can’t be!”

“Damn,” Cliff said. “Maybe it can’t, but it is. Katie, pour our friend another drink.”

I was almost as stunned as Ashley.

“Please. That’s not right. Let’s play that hole again,” she pleaded. “Double or nothing.”

“Double what?” Cliff asked. “I think I’ve already won everything, and you are my prize.”

“Oh fuck. How did I get myself in this situation?

“At least the pictures and video are useless without the password. And Katie just won’t give you the password,” Ashley argued.

“You mean the password to these?” Cliff asked, opening his phone. He showed the pictures I took of Ashley the day before. “And this?” Cliff asked, hitting play on the video.

Ashley saw her seductive video play and heard her own voice commit: “If I lose my golf game with Cliff, I voluntarily offer myself as his sex toy.” My voice could be heard on the video saying, “without limits.” Ashley confirmed it with, “without limits.”

“Wait! I thought those were password protected. How did you get those?”

“I must have forgot to use a password,” I said. “I thought…”

“Fuck!” Ashley said. “How could you forget the password? How could you do this to me?”

“Me?” I asked. “You’re the one that got us into this,” I said. “You’re the one that pushed me to make the bet at the wedding. You’re the one who said you’d beat him in golf. You’re the one who made the video. You’re the one who raised the stakes to play for clothes.”

Cliff smiled at our little argument. “You have a good job there at the bank, don’t you?” he asked Ashley.

“Don’t you dare threaten me,” Ashley shot back.

“It’s not a threat, Ash. It’s just what we agreed to. You of all people know how collateral works. You pay one way or another.”

“Fuck you,” she said.

“You will, and many others,” Cliff said calmly. “Either that or…”

“Okay, okay,” Ashley said, conceding her loss. “You can’t share those. You promised. I’ll willingly fulfill my commitment. I never go back on my word.”

“That’s my girl,” Cliff said. He sat down in the golf cart and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and aroused with his red thick bulbous head on top, just as I had become pleasantly familiar with over the last two days. “Why don’t you come over here and introduce yourself to your new master and show me what you can do.”

Ashley blushed at his words, but also at seeing the size of Cliff’s cock. She remembered how amazing I said the sex had been with him. Even with the frustration of her loss, she couldn’t deny her own stirring of arousal. She had felt a little jealous hearing about all my great sex with Cliff over the last two days. Maybe complete submission to him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Maybe she would even enjoy it.

Ashley knelt down in front of Cliff and took his shaft in one of her petite hands, while cupping his balls in the other. Starting at the base of his cock, she slowly licked its length as her tongue moved toward the large head. Her wide eyes looked up and locked onto his. As she reached the top, her lips moved over the surface of his head, before sucking it into her mouth.

Cliff leaned back and moaned. “Mmm, that’s good, Slut,” he encouraged.

Ashley moved slowly down the length of his cock until it impressively disappeared completely into her mouth. She raised her head before slowly lowering it again, engulfing his length. Cliff’s hands moved to the back of her head, her straight blond hair becoming like laces between his long fingers. Cliff’s muscular hands started by guiding her head slowly, before gradually forcing the movement faster and harder over his cock. Rather than seducing his cock with her mouth, Cliff started to fuck her mouth with his thick long cock. Ashley’s pretty face slammed into his abs, causing the tip of his cock to press against the back of her throat. Ashley gagged. Thick saliva filled her mouth and lubricated the non-stop piston action of his cock.

It was impossible to know that Ashley liked it rough. Her pussy moistened from her secret arousal. She moaned as he used her. Suddenly Cliff reached down and lifted her up as if her 5’5” frame was nothing but a ragdoll. He positioned her body over him. Her legs straddled him with her knees on the seat of the golf cart. She willingly lowered herself onto him.

“You’re drenched,” he said. “You’re more of a slut than she is,” he said. “And that’s saying something.”

Ashley plunged his cock into her. Her head fell back from the pleasure of it. Goosebumps covered her body. She started to ride him like a fast gallop on a thoroughbred.

Cliff leaned in and sucked the already erect thick nipple of one of her tits into his mouth. He captured it with his lips and teeth.

Ashley moved her petite hands behind his head, and pulled his face into her breasts.

Cliff moaned as the climax quickly grew.

Ashley, aroused by his moans and the feel of him inside her, continued to fuck him with reckless abandon. She let out a whimper, exposing her own growing pleasure. Her desire had been pent up all weekend, hearing about all the sex I had been having but without any for herself. She had harbored a secret jealousy, but no longer. Now she was the one being used. Now she was his slut. Her hands moved to his back. She gasped. Her fingernails dug into his muscular shoulders. Her body trembled uncontrollably from the climax. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as she continued to ride him roughly. Her cum flowed over his cock, drenching it.

Cliff suddenly lifted her off him and pushed her down between his legs on the floor of the golf cart. Ashley dutifully obliged, kneeling in front of him to consume his cock again in her mouth. She lapped up the taste of her own cum coating his beautiful shaft. It only took a few times before his cum erupted like lava from a massive volcano. She gagged from the flow filling her mouth and throat, forcing her lips off of him. Thick bands of white ribbons launched from him, covering her pretty face. He pushed his cock again into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the fountain of thick cream that poured endlessly.

Cliff finally leaned back and let go of the back of her head. Ashley pulled her lips slowly off his cock. “You filthy slut,” he said. “I think you’re going to work out just fine.”

“Yes, sir. You have no idea what I am capable of,” she answered, smiling at the compliment.

Her response surprised me. I suddenly realized Ashley was more of a slut than even I knew. It made me wonder if she threw the game on purpose? Did she secretly intend to lose? Had she been jealous of all the sex and ways Cliff used me all weekend? Had her stubborn competitiveness made her hell-bent on taking my place as Cliff’s slut toy? Who was using who?

Cliff picked up his phone and opened it to a folder labeled “Katie.” The folder had the video and pictures he and I took of our naked bodies after our first all-night sex romp. He showed them to me and then to Ashley. Cliff hit the delete on the folder. His phone chimed. The phone lit up with the words “Delete Forever?” offering options of “Yes” and “Cancel.”

Cliff handed his phone to Ashley. “It’s all up to you. You click ‘Yes,’ and you release Katie. By doing that, you willingly commit yourself to me, without limits. You hit ‘Cancel,’ and both of your pictures and videos will go viral. Your choice.”

Ashley looked at the phone screen. She looked up at Cliff, then at me, before glancing again at Cliff. The suspense grew. She looked down at the phone, smiled and clicked “Yes.”

The sun set over the horizon, painting the sky with broad pastel brush strokes like the streams of cum that still painted Ashley’s naked petite body. She made her choice. Cliff and I were on equal footing again. I looked at Ashley and couldn’t help but wonder, How the hell does she get herself in these situations?