Suddenly Late One Night

Suddenly Late One Night

A Final Fantasy VIII Fan Fic

By Bubblegom

Chapter Three

FF VIII characters and locations are owned by SquareSoft.

NC-17 for sexual content. Enter at your own risk.

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“My name is Cynthia,” the Card Queen said simply by way of introduction. “Come,” she invited and took me by the hand. Cynthia led me to the Balamb Hotel. Along the way she explained, “Since I travel around a great deal, I don’t have a permanent address. Currently I am residing here in town at the hotel.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, how do you afford that or are you independently wealthy?” I asked.

The Card Queen chortled throatily. “Hardly. I work for the ‘Shumi Village Triple Triad Card Company.’ I’m employed in a PR capacity. I do television commercials and give exhibitions, along with some card signings.”

“Sounds ideal,” I commented.

Cynthia flashed me a beautiful smile. “Yes, it is. It’s quite lucrative, and pleasant also.”

By this time we had entered the Balamb Hotel, and the Card Queen led me to her room on the second floor. I was surprised when I observed the room was much nicer than the ones in the game. It was quite large and held a king sized bed. There was a large television in the corner and Cynthia’s ‘Triple Triad’ table easily fit in the center of the room.

She said for me to sit on the other side of the table. Before seating herself, the Card Queen pulled a large stack of the oversized cards out of one of the desk drawers. She carefully scanned the fanned cards she was holding in her right hand, and here and there the Card Queen would select a card and lay it on the table. After Cynthia had done this a dozen times, she pushed them toward me and explained, “These are yours to play with.”

I’ll admit, she was fair in what she had given me. I had a number of boss cards; of course the Card Queen hadn’t given me any really rare cards, but I hadn’t expected her to anyway. And besides that, when you’re playing with such rules as ‘Same/Plus/Combo,’ etc., it doesn’t matter as much as to the high numbers on your cards, but rather how you play them. Now I’m not an expert player, but I can usually hold my own against the game. The problem was I didn’t have a save spot if I lost concentration and played a bad hand.

I asked Cynthia again, “What fun is this for you, if you’re just winning back your own cards?”

She grinned at me and answered, “For every card you would have lost, instead I’ll take one article of clothing – your choice.”

‘I should have known there was something hinky coming the way she kept smiling at me,’ I thought. I certainly wasn’t embarrassed at the thought of stripping naked in front of her by this time, particularly since it appeared that nearly every woman in this world couldn’t wait to see me in my birth state; but I certainly didn’t relish the thought of losing my new uniform. For all I knew, the Card Queen would insist on keeping it – she was always such a stickler for the rules.

I certainly won’t bore you with a blow by blow description of the card play. For one thing, it wouldn’t make any sense anyway. You probably already know the Card Queen quite well if you’ve played her quest in the game. She claims the privilege of changing the rules whenever she feels like it. Each time I thought I had won with a particularly complicated ‘Same/Plus’ combo or some such, Cynthia would claim a special rule change and win the hand. Suffice it to say, just thirty minutes later I was standing totally nude with my hands on my head as directed by the winner.

I was also totally turned on to be standing there naked in front of this fully clothed beautiful woman and I was sporting a massive hardon.

The Card Queen laughed throatily and said, “I can tell you’re excited for me to see you.”

She then stood up and stepped around the card table to where I was standing. Cynthia then reached down with her right hand and began to work it up and down rapidly on my hardened prick, which was becoming even more blood engorged. It of course felt glorious and I felt my balls tighten to the utmost degree in prelude to my orgasm arriving.

It was then that the Card Queen did something that captured my complete attention. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a cock ring. Quickly and brutally pushing it over the enlarged head of my prick, it hurt like hell and even more alarmingly to me, cut off any flow of semen from me until it was removed.

“Ow!” I complained. “What are you doing?”

“Oh you naughty boy,” Cynthia spoke sarcastically. “Did you think you could just cum in front of me whenever you wanted?”

I didn’t attempt to answer her obvious rhetorical question, but stood dealing with my abject pain the best way I could, not wanting to appear even more of a wimp in front of her than I already had. The Card Queen removed her evening jacket and flung it carelessly up on the card table.

“Kneel,” she ordered me and adding emphasis to her command, Cynthia placed both of her hands atop my head and forced me to my knees in front of her. Full of apprehension now bordering on outright fear, I was truly astounded when she lifted the skirt of her long gown up to her waist displaying her vagina to me, as she was currently bereft of any under garment.

“Service me,” the beautiful woman ordered me in a stern voice. “And do a good job or I’ll make you wear that ring all night.”

Ordinarily being asked to perform oral sex on a beautiful woman wouldn’t be described as torturous, but try explaining that to my cock-ring captured erection; which by the way didn’t have the sense to diminish in the slightest. Instead it was even growing stronger, proving once again that I was thinking with the wrong head.

Of course, what could I expect of it since a lovely pussy, lightly covered by rather sparse beautiful brown hair was staring me right in the face. The pain in my penis didn’t allow me any further contemplation so I reached up with my hands and softly pulled the now obviously swollen lips of Cynthia’s sexual organ apart. I could easily see that her clit had slipped its hood and was enlarged. I applied my tongue to it; apparently it was to good advantage judging by the low throated moaning of the Card Queen. I redoubled my efforts and very soon the brunette woman groaned, “My God,” as she reached down and gripped the top of my head for support.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Cynthia gasped.

Suddenly my mouth was filled with her sexual fluid and it felt as if the Card Queen was attempting to squeeze the top of my head off while she was physically wavering on her feet. Her entire body was spasming and I placed my hands on her rounded bottom and pulled her even closer to my thrusting tongue as well as helping her maintain her balance. Finally after what seemed minutes to me, but was probably closer to thirty seconds, Cynthia’s climax drew to a halt.

“God, you’re good,” she whispered.

Actually that’s what I assumed I heard. I was having difficulty hearing her because naturally as she grasped the top of my head her gown had fallen over me. I was literally tented under her dress. My breath momentarily froze when Cynthia withdrew her hands from my head and reached down and pulled her long gown completely off her body and stood brazenly nude in front of me. From my still kneeling position, the brown-haired woman appeared to me at that second as beauty incarnate and her firm high breasts loomed above me.

“Close your mouth and stand up,” the Card Queen spoke kindly.

After I assumed my feet once again, she said, “You have earned your reward.” The Card Queen reached down and pulled the cock-ring off in one swoop. ‘Oh Christ!’ The pain was tremendous when the ring was forced back over the blood engorged head of my penis, but thankfully it lasted for mere seconds.

“You may satisfy yourself now, but take care to get not one drop of your cum on me or you will be punished severely,” Cynthia now threatened.

I didn’t doubt her word for a second so I very carefully positioned myself to the left of her, never removing my eyes for one second from her stark naked beauty. I had been in prolonged erection for so long that it only took a few thrusts of my hand to achieve orgasm sending several gushers of cum across the room. It felt so good I don’t know how I remained standing upright. As it was, my knees had gone all wobbly.

“Oh you naughty boy, I never told you to go on the carpet. Now clean that up! This is my bedroom!”

I was still rushing from my orgasm, but the stern expression on Cynthia’s features left me bewildered whether she was serious or playing another game. I began to glance around the room for something to clean the cum up with.

“I mean now, mister!” the beautiful woman insisted. To my utter surprise she reached out and gripped my left ear hard and began twisting it painfully.

“Ow!” I complained.

“Down on your knees and lick it up,” Cynthia commanded and as emphasis she continued to twist my ear so vigorously I was afraid she was attempting to rip it off.

I naturally fell to my knees and began to crawl around searching out the remnants of my orgasm. As I tongued it up I noticed it had already dried enough that it didn’t taste like anything other than carpet, which of course was bad enough to be licking. After a minute or two of abject humiliation, the Card Queen gently said, “Ok, that’s enough. Good job.”

Cynthia reached down and help me to my feet. She then enveloped me in a warm embrace. “Come to bed,” she whispered.

Upon awaking the next morning, I immediately felt quite cold. I opened my eyes and quickly discerned the reason as the air conditioning unit was apparently on frigid and I was covered by nothing, but was reposing instead on a bare mattress. Obviously I was still stark naked and what was worse there was no sign of my uniform anywhere in plain sight and the Card Queen was absent. I breathed a sigh of relief when I did espy my pile of Gil stacked on the huge bureau. Beside the money there appeared to be a note of some kind.

After arising, I crossed the room and picked up the note. It read:

‘Dear Lover,

Thanks for an absolutely fabulous evening. Let’s do it again sometime. By the way, I left you your money because that was not part of the bet. You can use it to purchase some clothing here in town – if you don’t get arrested first. Hehe.

The Card Queen’

Okay, I figured out quickly she had kept my uniform as her winnings, but why she did take the linen? It was then I noticed a small cardboard placard on the bureau top informing me that dirty linen was to placed daily outside the door. When I realized I still had a chance to obtain some kind of covering I hurried to the door and carefully stuck my head out in the hall.

Out of luck! The dirty laundry must have already been picked up by the maid service. I shut the door and went over and sat on the bed to consider my options. I assumed that the maids might be back momentarily to remake the bed and I was hoping to avoid that possible unpleasant scene when they entered the Card Queen’s room only to find a naked man.

It was then I noticed the phone sitting on the bed stand. I called the front desk and explained that my clothing had been stolen during the night, but that I did have money and I could use some help with possibly purchasing some clothing. A young man assured me that someone would come up momentarily to help me figure something out. I hung up the phone and waited patiently sitting on the bed feeling that the desk clerk himself would probably be happy to lend me some clothing until I could get back to Garden – or possibly I might just be able to pay him for them.

I heard the door pad passkey being utilized and then saw the door swinging open. ‘Boy, that was quick! ‘was my last rational thought for the next few seconds as a very attractive young woman, who looked to be in her late twenties entered the room. She had straight long brown hair hanging down her back and was appareled in a red and gray knit dress. The hem of the dress fell to her mid-thighs and was tight enough to display her lithesome figure without being outright provocative. She was very pretty although currently her mouth was opened in an oval in shock at the sight of me. I realized immediately that this was the hotel owner’s wife and it was obvious she hadn’t been expecting to find me in my current state of undress.

I lurched to my feet and had the sensibility to cover my groin with my right hand. After all, this was the first woman I had encountered in this strange world who hadn’t helped me to lose my clothing in short order and I was uncertain of her reaction. I didn’t want her for instance to become frightened of the possibility of rape and begin screaming for help.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, glancing away. “Mike didn’t tell me they had already taken your linen.”

“That’s…okay,” I stammered. “I was hoping someone could help me buy some clothes. I have the money,” I said, motioning toward the Gil on the bureau top. Unfortunately I gestured with the wrong hand and uncovered my now lengthening erection.

Of course to my chagrin she was now staring at me straight on. There was a sly smile on her lips and even though it was obvious to me by now that she wasn’t embarrassed or feeling threatened by my nudity, I quickly covered myself with my other hand.

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered.

“No problem,” the woman said as she stepped towards me. “I’m Miranda, my husband owns and runs the hotel,” she said, holding out her right hand in introduction.

I automatically and stupidly shook hands with her thereby uncovering my total nudity once again. While hanging on to my hand, Miranda looked down and checked my equipment out at a much closer view. Glancing back up at me as I was pulling my hand from hers and attempting to cover myself with my other hand, she laughed and said, “Don’t worry. I’m a married woman with a little girl. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

After that I just dropped my hands to my side because anything else at this point would make me appear even more ridiculous in this woman’s eyes. “Let me make a wild guess here,” Miranda said with a smile. “You played ‘Triple Triad’ with the Card Queen last night?”

I nodded and asked, “Does this happen a lot?”

The young woman laughed and said, “Not too much, but every once in a while we get a call at the front desk from a young man who is missing his clothes. Since you have money I’ll be glad to go out and purchase you an outfit, but I’ll need to know your measurements. Do you know what they are?”

Of course I really had no idea what my actual sizes might be in their world so I shook my head in the negative. Miranda gave a small chuckle and said, “Just like my husband. You wait here and I’ll go get a tape measure and bring you one of my husband’s robes to keep this decent.”

She paused for a second, then spoke, “What am I saying? You wait here – haha – of course you’ll wait here.” And then she blushed a pretty pink. I realized Miranda wasn’t as nonchalant with being confronted by my nudity as she was acting.

The pretty hotel keeper’s wife returned a few minutes later carrying a tape measure and one of her husband’s dressing robes. After I gratefully put it on, it became readily apparent to both of us at the same time I must have been considerably taller than her husband because the hem of the robe only barely fell to just below my testicles.

Miranda’s blue eyes widened slightly but she only said, “Well, let’s get measuring.” She held the tape measure out wide. “Let’s see – how should we do this? Can you slip the robe down to your waist so I can get your upper measurements?”

‘Here we go,’ I thought to myself. With some difficulty I untied the sash I had just fastened and let the robe slip off my shoulders somehow while still managing to hold the robe shut. Miranda very professionally began to run the tape across the back of my shoulders.

“You have such wide shoulders,” she commented. “Not at all like my husband.”

The young woman then measured both of my arms and, then returning to in front of me, said, “Let’s just get your waist right now.” She slipped her hands around my waist and then drew the tape together at my front. Her soft hair was resting on my chest and I smelled the subtle fragrance of her perfume. It was all I could do to not drop my robe and pull her into my arms. “Hmmm,” she said softly as if to herself. “Not bad.”

Standing back up, Miranda said, “Ok, let’s just get your pants size and we’ll be done.” She knelt down in front of me and placed the end of the tape at my instep and pulled the measure up my leg. The young woman hesitated when the measure reached the inside of my upper thigh and then she pulled it up under my testicle. My prick began to harden considerably and was actually beginning to tent the short robe out right at her eye level.

The hotel owner’s wife quickly stood up. “Um…this might be easier if you just removed the robe completely. Do you mind awfully?”

‘Did I mind? Haha!’ I untied the robe and let it drop to the floor and stood in front of her with my soldier at full attention. This time Miranda’s eyes widened considerably.

“Oh, you’re so much bigger than my husband,” she said wistfully. She slightly blushed again and said, “I’m sorry, you must think I’m terrible.”

“No, no, not at all,” I murmured. “You’re being very gracious to help me out in a bad situation.”

The pretty woman flashed me a quick smile and knelt down again in front of me. She measured the inside of my other leg and then to my utter surprise she stretched the tape out and measured my erection. Miranda stood again and gasped, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, but I just had to know.”

“That’s ok, I didn’t mind.” ‘Hehe, what an understatement,’ I thought.

“Can I ask you a rather personal question?” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered.

“Is that as big as it gets? I’m just asking so I know what cut of trousers I should look for.”

It was a wonder I didn’t laugh in her face at that statement, but not wanting to break the mood, I said, “I’m not sure, it may get a little bigger with stimulation.”

Miranda reached her hand out and asked, “Is it okay?”

I silently nodded and she ran her hand up and down my prick a few times. Oh God, she had a velvet touch. “Oh look, it did get a little bigger at that. Well, let’s get back to the measuring so you can get dressed again.”

As Miranda stepped back around me, it is safe to say that I was more than a little disappointed at that point because it didn’t appear things were going to proceed any further. After all, I reasoned, she must be a happy married woman, there would no reason for me to expect that she was interested in a dalliance with a complete stranger. Just goes to show you what I know. She ran the measure across my seat and giggled and said, “Nice butt.”

Just as I was saying “Thank you,” Miranda reached under me and grabbed my balls. I gasped and she said, “Spread your legs more.” As I complied, she reached up under me further and grabbed my prick and lovingly ran her hand up and down it. Just as my scrotum began to tighten, she dropped her hand suddenly. I was greatly disappointed, but assumed at that point that guilt had caused her to stop.

Miranda stepped back around me. Her pretty features were slightly flushed as she said, “You’ve been a good sport and I think it’s only fair that since I’ve seen you, you should be allowed to see me. Which would you like? Top or bottom?”

I silently pointed below her waist. The young woman smiled and tantalizingly pulled her short dress up over her thighs to her waist displaying her completely shaven vagina to me. Her pussy lips were completely swollen and I could see her clit sticking out.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, pulling her to me. Miranda continued to hold her dress up. It was quite obvious to me from her behavior that she was ready to make love without another word.

I dropped my arms and bent my knees. Miranda immediately understood my body language and still holding her dress up she stepped forward and unerringly impaled herself on my prick.

“Oh!” she exclaimed softly.

Dropping her dress so it now rested on our joining, Miranda embraced me lightly. I thrusted in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with greater and greater passion. God, it was all good. Have I mentioned that I love having sex standing up?

“Fuck me, fuck me harder!” Miranda screamed.

I understood she was close to cumming and I slammed into her again and again. Miranda’s body tensed in my arms and then she bucked and writhed uncontrollably.

“Yes, oh yes!” she cried out as she climaxed which I matched by shooting my orgasm into her. We silently held each other for a moment or two and then Miranda stepped back. She had remained flushed and she murmured, “That was wonderful, but you must think I’m such a slut.”

“No, I think you’re great,” I answered her with a big smile.

Miranda offered me a slight smile in return and said, “I’ll go buy you some clothes now.”

As the young woman turned to go, I said, “Wait, take my money.”

Looking back at me, Miranda said, “My treat.”

After she had left, I sat on the bed and pondered the verities of having had become the gigolo of a married woman.