I didn’t have classes the day after the six-man caravan, so after another long soaking bath, I made my way to Archivist Samuel’s office. Samuel was somewhere in his mid-thirties and so would have started playing years after Alton had gone missing. Samuel wouldn’t be able to identify any of Alton’s cards.
We had never met, but I knew Samuel from campus. There aren’t that many instructors compared to students. “Hello, Samuel. My name is Rosalynne Lewin, and I’ve come to trade cards.”
“Hello Rosalynne, you look familiar, but I didn’t know you were playing the game.” I had my hair up in the healer braid again, but this time without any adornment, so he could certainly tell what I did.
“I just started two days ago. Emily finished my friend Andrea’s set and turned her into a guy. I had to join to try her man-dick out.”
Samuel laughed, “That is a good reason to join the game! How is it going?”
I decided to try flirting with Samuel by saying, “It started off with a bang, and has been great so far.”
Samuel’s eyes widened, “Oh, was that you last night? All the players are talking about it!”
I rolled my eyes, “Well, shit, I should have known to be more discreet.”
“Discreet? While playing this game? Everyone knows that if you have a deck, you are looking for recreational sex. Maybe not six guys at a time, though!”
I laughed, “Six guys after warming up with two women!”
Samuel laughed, “Oh, you lusty wench! You are a welcome addition to the game!” He pulled his deck out and started spreading out cards, face up.
“So, what are you looking for? Some more cards for your soldiers? Some for your girlfriends, maybe?” As he spread out the cards, some of the stacks had only a couple of cards, and some looked to be ten or fifteen cards high. The deck in his hand never seemed to get smaller as he spread out the piles of cards.
“No, I’m looking for old cards. From players before you even started playing.”
“Really?” He started bringing the stacks back into his deck, and again, it didn’t get any bigger.
“Yes. Do you have old cards?”
“Sure, but there isn’t much of a market for them with anyone but me. Nobody really collects those cards anymore. They are usually for people who are no longer playing, but who never bothered to destroy their decks.” He was starting to spread out piles of cards.
One of the first piles was just a few of Arch Wizard Norman’s cards. Samuel was watching me as he put them down, and I think he could tell that I could tell whose cards they were. I didn’t necessarily want those, though. The fifth pile of cards was the one I wanted; it was about an inch tall.
“Those are the ones I want.”
“Really? Not these?” He pointed to Norman’s small pile.
“I want those, too, but only to give to Norman. I want the other ones.”
“Norman? So he was actually there last night? I assumed that was an exaggeration. He must have shown you his hands so you could identify his cards. That says quite a bit about you. You continue to surprise me.” He started pulling the extra piles of cards back into his deck, leaving out only Norman and Alton’s cards.
Then he pulled out another small pile of Alton’s rarer cards.
“I’ll give you all of these, but I want something from you.” He ran his eyes up and down my body, and I knew he wanted sex.
“Oh? What could you possibly want from me?” I replied coyly as I looked down and twisted my toe into the floor.
“I want to fuck you in the ass.” Shocked, I looked up at his handsome older face. I grinned briefly before dropping my eyes back to the floor.
“Oh, No! I’ve never done that before! Anything but that!” I rubbed my hands against my hips, acting nervous.
Samuel stepped close to me and whispered in my ear, “If you want those cards, you will have to give up your ass.” He rubbed his hands over my skirt-covered butt. It felt even better than Caleb’s caresses last night as he fucked me.
“Please don’t bend me over your desk and fuck me up the ass! With your door open like that, anyone could walk past and see us!” I pretended to pull away from Samuel, but actually stepped between him and his desk.
He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around to face the desk, and then pushed between my shoulder blades, so I bent over his desk. I spread my arms onto the desk and only put my upper chest on the top, allowing my breasts to hang and not be mashed onto the desktop. Samuel then stepped to my side and spread the cards out next to me where I could see them. “If you want these cards, I want you to reach back and pull your skirt up over your ass. And don’t worry about the people watching from the doorway. They knew you were coming here for sex as soon as you walked into my office.”
“Oh, please close the door! Don’t let anyone see what you are about to do to me!” But without even looking, I started pulling my skirt up slowly, scrunching it between my fingers a little at a time. I felt the cool air on my legs as my ass was revealed.
“Good girl, Rosalynne Lewin, now pull your underwear down and show them your ass.”
I pulled and pushed my underwear down, even wiggling my hips to get them to fall once they were past my hips. “That was very sexy, Rosalynne; wiggle your ass for us!”
“Oh, no, I can’t!” I refused, even though I absolutely could, and even wanted to wiggle a little.
“Rosalynne, you really should do what I say.”
“No! I’ll let you fuck me, but I’m not putting on a show!” I was pretty sure what I was getting myself into, but I said it anyway. The hard spanks on each ass cheek surprised me, and I straightened up and turned around to face Samuel. Nobody was standing at the doorway.
Samuel was also surprised that I had stood up, and he saw me glance toward the open doorway. “Turn around and raise your skirt again. You’ve disobeyed me in front of our guests, and I’m going to need to spank you again.”
I gave Samuel a quick grin before turning back to his desk and bending over. “Please don’t spank me in front of all these people!”
Spank! “Keep your eyes on those cards!”
Spank! Spank! Spank! He switched quickly between each cheek. “Oww! Oww! Oww!”
“Rosalynne, I want you to wiggle your ass for all our guests, and don’t look back at them!”
I wiggled my ass by bending my knees several times. “Good girl. Now grab each cheek and spread your ass for us.” I pretended to hesitate, but I spread my ass as Samuel asked.
“Lovely. What do you think, isn’t that a lovely ass?” I heard quiet clapping from behind me, but I was pretty certain that it was just Samuel. I didn’t look, though.
Samuel started gently tracing his fingers around my butt and up and down my ass crease. I heard him rummaging on a shelf and bottles clinking. “Rosalynne, I’m going to start preparing your ass. Keep your eyes on those cards!”
I could smell the medicinal herbs in the lotion he was going to use. The lavender was obvious, but when I realized the other scent was passionflower, I almost laughed. I hoped the base oil was going to be slick enough, but I figured Samuel would know what he was doing.
I jerked a little as Samuel poured the cold oil directly from the bottle onto the top of the crack of my ass. He caught it with his fingertips as it flowed down to my anus and started massaging it around. He started probing me with something small, probably his pinky finger. He would dip inside and then pull out, rubbing more and more oil in each time.
After a couple of moments, Samuel switched to another finger, with more oil each time. He bent over and kissed my right butt cheek, and asked calmly, “Rosalynne, how is this? Still ok?”
“Yah, it’s fine.”
“OK, I’m going to try two fingers now.” Samuel slid two fingers on one hand into my butt, which did actually seem to stretch me a little. Based on what I could feel, it was probably the pointer and middle finger on his right hand. I heard movement behind me and decided it was Samuel disrobing. I still didn’t look, though, in case the doorway was filling up with people watching me get probed.
Samuel withdrew both fingers, and I heard the bottle clinking again and the sound of oil rubbing into both hands. He dribbled another generous amount of oil into my ass crack and inserted two fingers again, this time probably his pointer fingers on each hand. He started pushing and pulling with opposite hands so that as one finger was going in, the other was pulling out. It felt very odd.
Then he started using two fingers on each hand, and I groaned out loud. Quietly, he asked, “Is that too much?”
“No, you’re good.”
After a few strokes, my breath calmed a little, and Samuel switched back to his demanding voice, “I’m going to fuck your ass now. Do you want to see my dick before I use it to destroy you?”
“No, I couldn’t bear to look at it!”
I heard Samuel stroke his dick, and based on the squelching noises, it was obviously well lubricated. He slapped his dick in my ass crack and held it there as he poured even more oil onto us. He then stroked up and down a couple of times before probing my anal opening with his tip.
I did my best to relax as I felt him start to slide inside. He was able to push his head in and then started short, slow strokes, going a little deeper each time. He reached between us and started rubbing his slick, oily hands over my vagina and clit. Then he grabbed my hands and pulled them off my ass cheeks, allowing them to close a little around his dick. He maneuvered my hands around to the front of my body and toward my own sex. “Fuck yourself with your fingers while I fuck your ass!”
I went to work with both hands, both diddling my clit and probing my vagina. I was slicked up internally, but the oil Samuel had spread helped externally.
Samuel grabbed my hips and started stroking a little deeper each time until he was finally all the way embedded in my ass. When I felt his groin against my ass, I groaned out loud. It wasn’t as good as a vaginal fuck because he wasn’t hitting my clit, but since I was doing that myself, I was building toward a climax.
“Oh, you’ve got a nice tight ass! You are so hot and tight!” Samuel started to speed up, taking long, hard strokes and banging against my ass at the bottom of each. He was banging against me so hard that I was being pushed forward against the edge of the desk.
“Oh, Samuel, this feels so good! Keep going! Keep going!”
“Oh yes, Ms Lewin, here it comes! Take my essence in your ass! Ughh.” He thrust all the way inside and held himself deep as my orgasm crashed over me as well.
We caught our breath a few minutes later, and Samuel carefully pulled out of me. “Stay there, Rosalynne. Let me get you cleaned up.” I stayed leaning over the desk with my just fucked ass facing the door until Samuel returned with a wet washcloth, which he first used on my hips, where he had held me with his slightly oily hands. Then he washed my vagina and ass crack before returning with a soft cloth to dry off my nether regions.
Samuel handed me my underwear as I stood up and turned toward the door. There was nobody there.
“A deal is a deal, the cards are yours.” He motioned toward the desk where Alton’s cards were still spread out.
I swept up the cards and pushed them into my deck. “Thanks. That was a nice way to start my anal adventures.”
Samuel looked surprised. “Oh! You really were an anal virgin? You did great for your first time.”
“Yeah, I’ve never tried it before, but I had reason to think I might like it.” I brought my own shiny backside card to the top of my deck and showed it to Samuel.
Samuel laughed as he saw it. “Yeah, the game has a way of breaking down inhibitions and letting people explore things they might not otherwise.”
There was an uncomfortable moment, and then Samuel asked, “So, whose cards are you collecting?”
I smiled at Samuel and said, “I can’t tell you right now. ‘Butt’, take this card, and when you get my full set, invite me back for a whole lot more of that.” I handed him my shiny backside card. “Or, just come find me some time, if you want to show me more stuff.”
