The annual Company Chess Tournament was open to anyone who wished to play. Winners moved onto the next round, losers were out of the tournament. I joined and won one match after the other. Then I had to play Elvira in the semi-finals. We were good friends and I knew all too well that She would stop at nothing to win. I didn’t worry about it though, because I was one of the favourites to win the tournament. She called me the night before the match, begging me to take it easy with Her. ‘You’re such a magnificent player,’ She said. 
And I, pawn Gullible the 1st, didn’t smell a rat and gave Her my word.
She came in that day, wearing a metallic mini dress and red heels. My eyes almost popped out of my head and my dick pounded on my zipper like a madman in solitary confinement. This was so unfair! She knew all about my obsession with legs and now She had me in Her trap. The bloody Woman!
You look a bit pale, She grinned, are you feeling alright?
I opened my mouth to give Her a piece of my mind, but She rubbed Her gorgeous legs against mine and my words vaporised. I sat there like a fully clothed penis, unable to move and unable to utter a sound.
She opened with the Queens Gambit (what else) and I accepted (of course).
How do you like My dress? She whispered. It makes My legs look beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? I put it on especially for you, as a ‘thank-you’ for being so kind to Me.
And I knew, there and then, that I was a sitting chess duck. I lost the game in 21 moves. She didn’t beat me, She destroyed me. And boy, did She rub it in every chance She got! Mocking me in a never-ending verbal victory-pose.
You see? You don’t necessarily need to have a dildo up your ass to know that you’re a loser.
And I, pawn Gullible the 1st, didn’t smell a rat and gave Her my word.She came in that day, wearing a metallic mini dress and red heels. My eyes almost popped out of my head and my dick pounded on my zipper like a madman in solitary confinement. This was so unfair! She knew all about my obsession with legs and now She had me in Her trap. The bloody Woman!
You look a bit pale, She grinned, are you feeling alright?
I opened my mouth to give Her a piece of my mind, but She rubbed Her gorgeous legs against mine and my words vaporised. I sat there like a fully clothed penis, unable to move and unable to utter a sound.
She opened with the Queens Gambit (what else) and I accepted (of course).
How do you like My dress? She whispered. It makes My legs look beautiful, wouldn’t you agree? I put it on especially for you, as a ‘thank-you’ for being so kind to Me.
And I knew, there and then, that I was a sitting chess duck. I lost the game in 21 moves. She didn’t beat me, She destroyed me. And boy, did She rub it in every chance She got! Mocking me in a never-ending verbal victory-pose.
You see? You don’t necessarily need to have a dildo up your ass to know that you’re a loser.
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