Games night was over. All that was left was empty chip bowls, a bit of a mess and my friend Tuân. We sat on the couch, feet on the table, and nursed the last couple of beers. Tuân had lost big and wasn't exactly happy.

When Anne, my girlfriend, got home, she just laughed. Tuân lost enough that his post-game drink was everything she needed to know.

"Another loss?" Anne was almost taunting him. "Seems like you lose every time you come over."

"Well, I sure as hell don't feel like a winner."

Anne walked over to Tuân. Stood above him. There was a glint in her eye. She made a quick decision.

"We can't have that. Can we?" She started to undo the buttons on her blouse. Tuân looked over at me. Then back at her. “Tonight, you’re going to win big.”

Tuân looked at me again. I smiled at him. I loved when Anne made up her mind. She put a finger under his chin and drew his gaze back to her. She finished with the buttons, let her blouse hang open. She was wearing a cream colored bra. Lacy. You could just make out her hard nipples under the fabric.

Anne slowly knelt down beside him. She put her hand on his crotch, felt his already hard cock. She looked him square in the eye.

"I swear to God Tuân, if you ever tell anyone, I will kill you." With that she undid his fly and pulled out his cock. He throbbed in her hand. She bent closed. Examined him with a happy smiled on her face. She wrapped her hand around him and slowly moved up and down.

He looked over at me. Then away. His eyes drifted shut. He thrust upwards into Anne's soft hands. Anne jacked him off slowly. He moaned and precum started to ooze. Anne bent to the side and licked the head of his cock. His eyes flew open. She smiled and lowered her mouth over his cock. She went deep, then pulled back. His hands went to her head, almost as if to pull her in. But then his hand fell weakly to his side.

Anne noticed. She grabbed his hand and forcefully buried it in her hair.

"Tonight, you're winning." She said. She plunged down on his cock, going as deep as she could. Tuân groaned and held her head against him, going as deep into her mouth as he could. He held her firmly against him. Anne grunted and he released her. She sat up with a huge smile. Saliva dripping from her lips. She took a deep breath and he pulled her down again. Forcing himself deep.

Anne sucked and licked. I could see her tongue darting out from between her lips, licking his shaft. He wrapped a second hand in her hair and pulled her closer. She made soft little gagging sounds as his cock went into her throat. He looked over at me and smiled as my wife chocked on his dick.

He pulled her back. Letting her catch her breath. He looked at her with a bit of concern in his eyes. Worried he’d gone too far. She smiled at him. Her mascara was running down her checks.

“The winner takes it all.” She whispered.

He stood up abruptly, pushed her back against the couch. He straddled her face and held on to her chin. He pushed his cock between her lips. He fucked her face slowly at first. Then faster, harder, until he was fucking her mouth like it was her pussy. He pounded against her face while she clutched at the carpet.

He sped up. His strokes got shorter. He muscles started to tense up. I thought he was going to fill her mouth. Then, suddenly he stopped. His cock was just barely in her mouth. He was panting, out of breath. She looked up at him.

He pulled out and stepped away. He grabbed her hair and pulled her upwards. She got to her feet.

“The winner takes it all?” He asked. She nodded. He pulled her by the hair over to the table. Forced her to bend over. Sharp RISK pieces bit into her soft skin. He pushed her down hard. Then he reached around and undid the buttons of her jeans and roughly pulled them down to her knees. Anne moaned. He pushed his hand down her panties, slid a finger into her pussy and fingered her deep. He ground against his hand and he slipped another finger inside her. She sighed and fucked back against his hand.

He stepped back and pulled her panties to her knees. The bunched fabric held her legs tightly together. He put one hand on her and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back. He held them deep for a second, then pulled them out.

He lined up his cock and thrust into her pussy, going deep with a single thrust. He didn't ask and she didn't try to stop him. He reached around and pushed his cum soaked fingers into her mouth. She licked at them frantically, tasting herself on him.

He took his fingers from her mouth, wrapped them in her hair again and suddenly pulled her hair back, forcing her back to arch. He drove his cock deep inside her. Then pushed her face back against the table. Hard.

He started to thrust frantically. One hand held her by the hair, the other held her by the hips. He pumped hard. Hard enough that the table started to creak beneath the force. Anne was moaning as he pounded her. The thrusting got faster, harder. Then, abruptly, reached a crescendo. With guttural grunt he came inside Anne’s pussy.

He stayed there for a moment, letting his cock pulse inside her. The only sound was Anne’s desperate panting. Tuân stepped back, pulling his cock from her. He looked over at me and smiled.

“You can use her now if you want.” He told me. Then walked away to clean up.

The Chronology of Anne