Playing Mind Games

The creaking of footsteps coming down the stairs made Felix turn around.  He didn’t really care about football, but he still never passed on an invitation to visit his old friend, Earl, if only for a chance to catch a glimpse of his son’s girlfriend, Danielle. It was a ridiculous infatuation, he knew it. What would a youthful pink-haired girl full of life and promise want of a balding old married man like him? Nevertheless, seeing her walk around smiling in her cute little outfits was the highlight of his week. He had written off this visit as a dud, having not seen her while he was upstairs, and it wasn’t likely she’d have any business in the basement. He spared a glance anyway.

Adorable little feet with pink nail polish… this was it! He couldn’t believe it. Oh, what beautiful long slim legs she had. Today was such a blessing. Freshly waxed pussy lips rubbing against each other as she walked down the steps, a ray of sunshine from the opened door shining through the small gap underneath, between her thighs. That… was impossible. Had he finally lost his mind?

Whatever mental disorder was causing this apparition of a beautiful girl, it was unmistakably a mirage of Danielle. The long pink hair, those big green eyes, sweet smile. He had only seen her bra-less in a thin, white belly shirt, her perky breast visibly bouncing through the see-through fabric, but he was quite happy with the way his hallucinating brain was picturing them in the nude. To top off the perfect fantasy, she was carrying two beers in each hand.

Danielle walked past the sofa Felix shared with two other weekly football acquaintances and headed towards Earl’s recliner, her perfect bubble butt’s cheeks swaying entrancingly. That’s when Felix’s heart skipped a beat; everyone on the couch was looking at her too. This was real? How could this be real?

Danielle offered Earl all four beers, he looked up from his phone, grabbed one and pointed to the couch with no reaction indicating this was an unusual circumstance. He then looked back down at his phone instead of admiring the smooth soft bottom of the young vixen walking across the basement.

With a smile, Danielle handed the remaining three beers to the speechless trio of middle-aged men. Now beerless, she paused for a minute, as if asking herself what it was she came down here for. Then it came back to her and she headed back to Earl’s armchair, kneeled in front of him and started unbuckling his pants.

Felix’s couch neighbor Oscar, a new member of the group, was the first to break the awkward silence: “Errrrm, Earl? What’s… Who’d you got there?”

Danielle successfully got Earl’s rapidly hardening dick out of his pants and stuffed it in her mouth like she’d been waiting to do this all day. The guest could only see her head bob up and down but the sound of her sucking, slurping and occasional moans of satisfaction filled the man cave.

“Oh, that’s Nick’s girlfriend. She has a little crush on me I suppose.”

“And it has nothing to do with the neural collar she’s wearing, right?” Oscar replied unimpressed.

Felix had no idea what they were talking about, but the pink choker around Danielle’s neck now became painfully obvious.

“Oh, hehe, you know about those, huh?