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Twisting On The Gallows Pole

Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

was deeply conflicted about having sex with a student, but he has long since rationalised it to himself. “No, I’m fucking with you again,” I smiled. “I’ll just sip yours; I don’t want you getting me drunk and taking advantage of me.” I took his glass and did exactly that. “I think the opposite is a much more distinct possibility,” he laughed. “Exactly what do you have in store for me? Oh, and nice dress, by the way, Belinda.” It was tradition for me to wear my old summer school dress when we met privately. I bought it before my boobs grew in and hemmed it to a racy length. It was what I was wearing the first time we made love. It’s either borderline obscene or incredibly sexy, depending on your mindset, and Mr Gallows was very firmly in the second camp. “Well,” I began. “You know how you love my games?” “Hmmm. Yeees?” he said suspiciously. “Well I’ve made one just for you,” I chirped. “How thoughtful,” he smiled. “What makes it so special that it’s especially for me?” “OK,” I said, getting off his lap and picking up my bag with a smile. “So I Googled the 1980’s and according to several impeccable sources you guys practically spent the entire decade playing….” I paused for dramatic effect, reaching into my bag. “Strip Twister!” I sang, pulling out an ancient Twister game that I rescued from a cupboard in the dorm. I gave him my sunniest smile: “So whaddaya think?” He laughed, deeply and genuinely; I could see tears standing out in the corners of his eyes. “OK,” he said, ... getting himself under control. “Just a point of interest. No, two points.” “If you know what’s good for you then they’d both better be about how good this idea is,” I scowled, smiling at the same time. “That goes without saying,” he said. “Your ideas are always wonderful and this one is no exception. But … ,” he paused, then sensing he was out of trouble: “You do realise I was a child in the 1980s; I wasn’t playing strip-anything. I’m Generation X; you’re thinking about the tail end of the baby-boomers, and even then it was only the ones who were too stoned to realize that free love was over and they missed out.” “Will this history lesson take long, Sir? I’m horny.” “No. But kids played Twister too. A lot! But we followed the rules in the box, not the strip version,” he went on. “The thing you really ought to know before you get into this is that I … ,” then he stood up to his full 6’4” with his arms spread to a similar span and one eyebrow raised: “… have Go-Go-Gadget arms! I … am … a Twister … Rock Star!” “What’s a Go-Go-Gadget?” I said. “I thought you said you Googled the ‘80’s,” he laughed. “Well there was some stuff there that wasn’t about Twister,” I defended myself. “I had to skim it.” “Clearly!” “Well,” I said, circling him and trailing my fingers over his groin as I looked up into his face. “You sound pretty … cocky, Sir! Are you prepared to defend your Twister title?” “Bring it,” he smiled, stopping me and bending down for a kiss. “So tell me, what are the rules of Strip ...