Goddesses, Champions, and Losers! That’s the name of the latest kinky game for swingers. The rules are simple: “Goddesses, Champions, and Losers” is an orgy with more men than women, leaving one or more men without a sexual partner.
All women are Goddesses. Each Goddesses has the right to choose a lover from among the men: then they are promoted to Champion. (Sometimes, Champions are called Studs, or Superstars.)
The men are either Champion (who get laid) or Loser (who don’t get laid), but they don’t know in advance which they will be that evening. Because the choice is up to the Goddesses.
A Champion is obligated to satisfy his Goddess before he can climax. The Goddess dictates what he must do for her: kissing, caressing, licking, rubbing his body against hers, fucking: the Goddess has complete control over their sex play, whether he can use any of her orifices, and if so, which one.
However, a Champion does have the right to expect his Goddess to be a little generous with her body once she’s satisfied.
A Loser isn’t that lucky. He has to accept the humiliation of not being chosen for sex, he has to accept the pain of not having any skin-to-skin contact, that his cock will remain unused, that his seed will have to keep burning in his balls.
Because there’s another rule: during a “Goddesses, Champions, and Losers” game night, no man is allowed to masturbate. He’s only allowed to empty his balls if a Goddess allows him to! In other words, among the men, only the Champions are allowed to come, and the Losers aren’t. So as a man, you take quite a risk: you might end up as the Loser.
And that has happened to me every time I went to a “Goddesses, Champions and Losers” party. I’ve been to such a party four times now, and always I ended up as the Loser. The only one, always all other men were Champions. Why do I take that pain upon me, then?
It’s because of my crush! She’s always there, and if one woman is a Goddess, she is! And always I’m the Loser, yet I can’t resist whenever I’m invited, because I know she’ll be there. And I keep hoping against hope I’ll be her Champion this time.
By now, I know I won’t. Not ever. Yet I keep coming there, just to see her.
The Goddesses, of course, do everything they can to build up the tension for the men, preferably to the point of unbearable tension, before they make their final decision. They make sure they’re dressed sexy (as long as they’re dressed at all), and in many groups stiletto heels are an absolute must for a Goddess during the game. But they hold all the reins.
And so does my crush …
That is why more and more women are getting excited about a game of “Goddesses, Champions, and Losers.” They decide which men will experience pleasure and which will experience frustration. Power and lust are a truly hot combination, for both women and men.
And so it is for my crush …
Many men are also willing to take the risk involved. As a Champion, you’ll have delicious hot sex and you can rightly feel like a winner. Besides, my crush fascinates all men! No man can resist the temptation if there is a chance she’ll pick him.
But the risk of becoming a Loser doesn’t deter many men either. Essentially, you’d be a bit like a cuckold, and that’s one of the most popular kinky fantasies among men. Is that also the reason why I can’t resist the temptation either? Even though I know what pain it will lead to?
On the Internet you can find one announcement after another for “Goddesses, Champions and Losers” parties, and when it’s in my own town I’ll always go there because She’ll be there.
The other rules may vary. Sometimes there is more than one Loser, but many groups find it most exciting when there’s just one who remains unsatisfied amidst the pleasure of the whole group. It’s often whispered that the women of some parties conspire beforehand who’ll be the Loser … I hardly dare think it, but does my crush also play a role in the outcome I experienced thus far?
What happens during a game evening? That also varies. It usually begins with some sort of undressing game, like strip poker. Participants feel the erotic tension rising as more and more skin is revealed! The men watch breathlessly as the Goddesses reveal more and more of their bodies. Will a Goddess choose him as a Champion? Or must he give up all hope of pleasure?
Often, the Goddesses don’t choose a Champion right away. The game often continues with assignments by one participant to another. For example, a Goddess might ask a man to give her a sip of wine by French kissing her. Or a man might ask if he can kiss a woman’s neck and breasts.
When a man is given a command, he is obligated to do the Goddess’ bidding. But a Goddess does have the right to say ‘no’. And sometimes, for example, she will let another man kiss her neck and breasts, if that was the request!
And is it mere coincidence I’m never allowed even to touch a Goddess? Do they really smile knowingly when they look at me with shining eyes? Like my crush my crush my crush …
But such little games are only a kind of foreplay. As the game progresses, it may become increasingly clear who the Loser of the evening will be. More and more couples start making out, and gradually each Goddess chooses a lover. Women are also allowed to have sex with each other, but the rule is that each Goddess ultimately chooses a Champion. The room fills with sighs and small cries of pleasure from the Goddesses. And those small cries eventually become large cries of pleasure when a Goddess climaxes!
Only the Loser sits and watches. He feels his skin tingle with desire, but he won’t feel a Goddess’s body against his. His balls are filling up, but he’s not allowed to empty them!
And as I told you, there is one Goddess I’m particularly in love with. My crush. But there she lies before my eyes, in the arms of her Champion. And she screams with pleasure, with her Champion’s member inside her! And not mine not mine not mine …
And then there are the mocking smiles when the Goddesses look at me! Like my crush! Because they love to look at me, because my pain heightens their pleasure! That’s my only consolation: that the Goddesses climax more intensely because the Loser has to watch them. Like my crush screams and comes and screams and comes … and we both know I’ll always be the there. For my crush’s pleasure, even if I can only watch her climax in someone else’s arms, again and again.
