4 comments/ 58289 views/ 1 favorites Football or Sex? By: Boratus The guys sat around the TV waiting for the game to start. Shaun looked around at his friends wondering when someone would clue in. Eventually Joe did. "Hey, man, where's the beer?" he spouted. Shaun smiled, "Just a sec." He turned and yelled out the room. "Hey slut!" There was momentary silence at this outburst followed by a longer moment of shock as the slut in question walked into the room. She was a beautiful longer haired brunette with long legs and a firm ass. She wore a French maid outfit. She stood at the entrance of the room and answered, "Yes, Sir?" "My friends would like some beers." He turned back to them, "Who wants one" It was still quiet for a long time before Frank spoke up, "Uh, I'll-I'll have one." Joe jumped in, "Me too!" After that they all sounded off. Shaun smiled at the maid, "6 beers slut." "Yes, sir." She replied, curtsied and left. Joe was the first to ask, "Who the fuck is THAT?" Again Shaun grinned. "You like her?" "Are you fuckin' kidding? She's stunning!" "She's mine." "What do you mean yours? Your girlfriend?" "Just mine." The maid returned with six beers and handed them out to the guys. She thanked each as they took their beverage. Frank was a little confused. "Shouldn't we be thanking her?" "She's thanking your for the honour of serving you." Shaun explained. Alex laughed, "If she wants to serve us I can think of a much better way." The others laughed too. Shaun just smiled. "What? You want her to blow you?" "Yeah." Alex smirked. Shaun turned to the maid, "Slut, suck his cock." She moved immediately to Alex who backed away. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed. "She actually gonna do it?!" "I thought you wanted her too." Said Shaun. "Stop slut." She did. Joe stood up and unzipped his pants. "Hey slut! Come suck my cock!" She turned and looked at him but did not move. "Hey!" Joe argued, "I thought you said she'd suck our cocks!" "She'll do anything." Shaun explained. "Anything I tell her. Remember: she's mine." "Well, then tell her to start sucking!" "Slut, suck his cock." She moved immediately to Joe and dropped to her knees. She grabbed his cock which was rapidly getting hard and sucked it into her mouth. Joe was in heaven. "She's amazing!" he said. The others now wanted in on the action. They argued over who was next. Shaun settled things down by talking to her. "Slut, you will service these men this afternoon. Suck anyone who asks. Let them fuck you if they wish. Let them touch you where they want." "Yes, sir." Was the quiet reply. A moment later Joe blew in her mouth. She expertly swallowed every drop. Two more cocks replace Joe's and she worked on both alternately sucking and stroking each. Alex played with her tits while Peter lifted her skirt and inspected her pussy. She wore only a thong and he pushed that aside and started licking her. Shaun sat quietly and watched his friends enjoy themselves, then noticed that the game had started. No one else did. Alex stopped the play long enough to get her out of the outfit and then sucked on her tits while the others enjoyed their parts of her body. Soon Peter had licked his fill and stuck his cock in her pussy. This made her moan and work harder. The two cocks in front of her unloaded in her mouth and on her face. Alex jumped at his turn. By now Joe had recovered and took over playing with her tits, then asked Peter if he was up for double penetration. Peter wanted her ass. So Joe lay down and she lowered herself on him and then Peter stuck his cock up her butt and they began fucking The others were recovering too and soon she had a cock in each hand, one in her mouth and Joe and Peter in her holes. She worked harder and moaned louder. If she hadn't orgasmed it sounded like she was close. Shaun glanced over at them from the game every now and then but seemed unconcerned. She began to buck and almost cry. The feeling and sight of it pushed all the men toward the brink. Finally she could take no more, "Master, please!" she cried. Shaun waved his hand at her, "Ok, slut. Cum." And she came in a tremendous torrent. Her pussy and ass tightened and sent Alex and Peter over the edge. They came explosively. Her hands and mouth worked furiously and soon there was cum all over her face and hair and chest. She continued to buck from aftershocks for a while after that. Finally she lifted herself up and thanked the men. Shaun looked over at her. "Grab your clothes and go clean yourself up slut." "Yes, Sir." She replied. And she was gone. The boys crawled back to the chairs and couch and got back into the game realizing that they'd missed most of the first quarter. "Fuck! That was amazing!" Joe exclaimed. Shaun grinned at him. "Wait'll you see the half-time show." Football or Sex As the rain slumped down on the window, Mila stood upright, clinging both hands to the bleak, lucid glass before her. A countless contemplations were rushing through her mind. Was it best to fall asleep alone tonight? Or to lure her husband, Brandon, from watching his most loved soccer league and make love to her preferably. Of course! She would attempt to seduce him and see how weakly or high-powered he would get. As a stripped naked Mila stepped away from the icy window, her body started to shudder helplessly. She went on to unclose the doors of her closet, and collected out a doublet of black leggings, a brown-trimmed bra, and her purple titillating underwear lastly. This was supposed to be enough to fulfil her desires. For virtually five days now, Brandon had not had or relished sex. How come? He was a wed man with an exceedingly beautiful wife. She was all the time yielding to his yearnings and appetites, and she never turned down or ducked having sex with him. Roughly five days back, Brandon had toured off to France for some crucial business convention. He had been restlessly preoccupied with work there and endless appointments what's more, thus having terribly little time left to pleasure even just one woman. Right now, he could feel his starved sexual appetites badger and rack him. Go fuck your good-looking wife! Go nail her now! His instincts screeched and induced him. He couldn't do this nevertheless. Just when he had arrived home, a well-known Spanish football league had begun premiering live on nearly all sport channels. He couldn't stand to miss watching it. His pals and managers at work were already texting and tweeting him about its up-to-the-minute progress. Things like: 50,000 people are going to watch this game live at the stadium in Barcelona. This issue at hand was a little bit problematic. Mila and sex could wait. But not the football league itself. Under her breath, Mila sneaked a hurried look from the doorway at Brandon as he chilled down in the sofa. She got lost into thoughts of her own for a swift while, struggling to think how she was exactly going to take advantage of his sexual malnutrition. This was not going to be a child's play exercise. But it was within means of plausibility. She vanished to the kitchen without Brandon catching a glimpse of her, and then retreated back minutes later lifting a tray of balmy wine. Brandon was startled the instant he noticed her. He supposed thar she was already alseep and long knocked out of reality. She wasn't anyway. But instead robed like a woman fixed and setting her sights on tricking her man to bed. Well, if that was what was going on in her mind this minute, then she was mistaken for certain about leading him astray from his soccer match. Even if she took off all her clothes right in front of the television and started prancing about seductively, Brandon's dick was not going to spring up inside his pants and proceed on to jig auspiciously. No, no! "Oh," Mila mouthed in fraudulent pretence. "There is a soccer match premiering tonight? I had no slight idea. Would you like to have a little sip of cheap wine, my love?" Brandon gave her a dirty look slightly. "No problem, sweetheart." "I would also love to become a part of your football past-time enthusiasm, you know?" She added kindly. Brandon seemed rather blown into a state of shock at hearing this. Since when did Mila start watching and fanning football? She every time couldn't stand soccer and singled out matronly things like shopping, cooking, and stuff like so on as a substitute. "You want to watch soccer with me, Mila?" Brandon questioned with a flabbergasted countenance. "Precisely, Brandon. Or I am not welcomed to be affiliated with you in this?" "No, no! I didn't say that." "Then let me have a seat right besides you, my love." "It is my pleasure, sweet." First, there was stillness. Then Mila stirred and let flow and get filled Brandon's glass of wine. Having handed over to him his full glass, she filled hers too and commenced on to drain it steady degrees by degrees. Brandon let his mind wander off to the television screen before them. Wasn't this quite weird? Mila pondered. Who knew? He must have hammered and dinned his dick into a legion of women back there in Paris. With an arousing and well-nigh naked her settled down besides him here, wasn't he meant to focus a bit of his attention on her? Maybe she was seated in a not so sex-inciting position? Mila budged tirelessly in the sofa, picking up her large buttocks and then tossing them straight down so as to wind them up lasciviously. She also yanked her legs apart-and there her purple underwear could be openly seen. She even jiggled her legs briefly and stroked her palatable thighs under the camouflage of purely scratching them. Brandon was staring for certain. But he didn't switch an inch like she here was persistently doing. Did they chop his dick off there in Paris? Mila was impatiently and noiselessly wondering. She sneaked a look down on his jeans while swinging her legs back and forth, expecting to see his dick get up and press its way out through his zipped fly. Nothing happened. Damn it! Perhaps all this wasn't that strong enough as was needed? A crafty Mila made use of her breasts. Those petite, withered-like but tasty-looking fashion of breasts. While she fanned and what's more touched them with her unfettered hands, Brandon looked straight at her and questioned, "Are you feeling hot?" "Sort of," she replied in a smooth, charitable voice. Brandon pulled off his jacket and handed it over to her. "Wear this. You will surely feel a bit relaxed and alright." What? His jacket was so lengthy and bulky that by the minute she had put it on, her voluptuous body parts were fully blanketed and utterly lost a crumb sighting of. What would she do now? What exactly? Oh yes. Following this, there was no other substitute than to give up seducing her unbreakable-willed husband.