Football Slut part-1-of-1
Go Cowboys! As an avid Dallas Cowboy football fan a game victory was a win for me. It was a typical Sunday during football season, for all of us die hard Dallas Cowboy season ticket holders.
There was a group of us who meet in the Texas Stadium parking lot for a traditional tailgate party before the home games. We would get there about two hours early with our portable grills, ice chests and radios. One couple even brought there RV so we'd have a place to pee. Then we'd eat, drink and just have fun until time for kick off.
There are usually lots of guys and usually just me and maybe another girl or two. Which since I was an ex-topless dancer and use to being the center of a lot of male attention was perfect for me.
At this particular game, even our friends who come up from the Houston area were there.
We did the usual pre-game partying, then went into the stadium in time for the kick-off and to watch the game.
In front a nationally televised Monday night audience, the Cowboys, led by Emmitt Smith's 140 yards rushing, handed the defending Super Bowl champion Redskins an embarrassing 23–10 loss at Texas Stadium in their first game of the season.
After the game when we all met back in the parking lot, everyone was celebrating the victory. After plenty of drinks, someone suggested that we all go to The Lodge, a prominent, classy local Dallas strip club located on Spangler Rd to continue the party.
Two of the guys, Austin and Trevor, opt out and went on home.
But, we loaded up in Donna's Lincoln Town Car, my husband, Charles and I, Linda, Calvin and Donna, a couple that we always go to the games with in one vehicle, and our friends from Houston, Kevin and Dwight, his younger cousin.
When we arrived at The Lodge even though there was a pretty decent sized crowd for a Monday night we had no trouble finding a parking place.
I'm sure it was to beef up their attendance, The Lodge always offers free cover with game ticket stub.
We all went in and sat in an area with comfy chairs and a few tables near the main stage, the one with the stripper pole. Back when I danced I use to love to work the pole.
We ordered a round of drinks and within minutes several of the scantily clad dancers were trolling the waters for potential lap dance customers. Needless to say, with our slightly inebriated crowd the dances began.
My friend, Donna, also an ex-dancer and the only other female in the group, decided to join the fun and started giving free lap dances to a few of the guys sitting around us, sitting on their laps, grinding on them, and letting them feel her breasts. Not the biggest but nice and firm and perky. It's a wonder she didn't get us kick out, cutting in on the dancers lap dance business like that. With her dancing free no one was paying the dancers to dance for them.
She'd started making out and kissing some strange hunk at the next table and became very involved trying to seduce him.
Since she was busy, I called her boyfriend Calvin to move over to sit with us, since he was obviously being neglected. I'd taken off my oversized, number 22 Emmitt Smith Cowboys jersey so I was only wearing a wife-beater t-shirt since it was still warm weather out, early in the season.
With the atmosphere of the club, it was easy to pull up the front of my shirt and let the girls, a firm 38 B cup breasts fall free.
Calvin seized the moment and started fondling my right breast while he gazed at what he had often dreamed of.
My husband Charles wasn't the least bit surprised by my actions. When you marry a topless dancer right off the stage you have to expect such behavior. Instead of being mad he was obviously enjoying the show that I was giving because I felt him on my bare thigh and then slip up under the leg of my Daisy-Duke cut-off Levi shorts and immediately plunge a finger into my pussy. He could tell I was enjoying Calvin's attention because my pussy was really wet.
With a hand on the back of his head, I encouraged Charles to put his mouth on my left breast, while guiding Calvin's hand to join Charles's in my pussy. When I spread my legs wider they took turns feeling and fingering me.
Kevin and Dwight, our friends from Houston who were sitting in chairs across from us were definitely enjoying this unplanned show.
Charles told Calvin to taste my other breast.
Dwight laughed, "Go ahead Calvin, what are you waiting for?"
When Calvin leaned his head down, I had exactly what I wanted, two mouths on my breasts and two sets of hands working my hot pussy.
I lifted Calvin's head up and started kissing him. My lips parted and his tongue started exploring my mouth.
Anyone that knows me at all, knows that I already had Calvin's fly unzipped and had my hand securely around his shaft, feeling what I was hoping to have firmly planted in me later.
I was totally immersed in Charles's and Calvin's passion,
Calvin's girlfriend Donna suddenly glanced over and saw what was going on. She abruptly stopped her obsession with the stranger and came back over to our table and sat on the other side of Calvin.
Being a gentleman, Calvin invited her to join in and feel my natural size 38 B breasts. Being bi, I had no problems with a girls hands on my breasts. .
Charles said, "Damn Donna, look at you. Those are some nice breasts you've got there."
Not wanting to be upstaged, she said, "Have you ever felt them?"
Calvin said, "Go ahead Charles, feel, even taste them."
Knowing that Charles was not really into other women, but always a gentleman, I wasn't bothered that he briefly indulged her while I kept my attention on Calvin's hard shaft.
Donna was obviously not happy with the situation and was ready to head home.
Kevin and Dwight had flown in rather than drive, so were staying at the Quality Inn near the DFW-Airport. Charles was ready to go to the guys' hotel and participate in a large group situation with me, the other guys, Calvin, Donna and whoever.
Calvin was also obviously ready to go the hotel and continue what the three of us had started.
Donna, however, had wanted to take Dwight home to join her and Calvin, but really just to join her and possibly let Calvin watch them. Very typical for her.
Because we were all in the same vehicle, Charles and I followed Donna out to her Lincoln.
Charles, trying to keep her calm down, climbed in the front seat with her.
Calvin was slow coming out of the club because he was saying goodbye to everyone.
It was all Charles could do to keep her from leaving Calvin behind.
By the time Calvin got out there Dwight was sitting in the front with Charlie and Donna so the only spot left was in the back seat with Kevin and me. I had him sit right behind Donna so she couldn't see him in the mirror. I think Donna was trying to punish him, but I was about to reward him.
Being blitzed and a bitch, it was all Donna could do to keep her Avalanche on the road and make it home. It's a good thing that we didn't
Charles kept telling her she was doing a good job, just to keep her eyes on the road.
I knew this was my chance to finish what I'd started.
I immediately had Calvin's zipper down, his fly open and his dick free from the constraint of his pants and in my mouth.
Every time I looked up, Charles was smiling at me and nodding his approval. I feverishly sucked Calvin's cock wanting to taste his liquid lava. I knew from previous conversations with him and Donna that she was revolted by even the thought of swallowing cum. I couldn't wait.
As expected, it wasn't long before I felt that familiar pulsing of dick in my mouth, I knew he was about to explode. I grabbed his balls and gently squeezed wanting him to fill my hungry throat with his hot load.
He grabbed my head and started thrusting his hips up off the seat as he cummed in my mouth and down my throat.
His sperm tasted sweet, as I swallowed every last drop.
I knew Charles would spank me later for being such a good, bad girl. It was going to be a win/win situation for me.
Miraculously, we arrived safely at Calvin and Donna's house.
Charles and I grabbed our things and with Kevin and Dwight in the car, we headed for their motel and whatever.
To this day, Donna, now his wife, never knew that I gave Calvin the best blowjob of his life...and swallowed.
The end...
Go Cowboys! As an avid Dallas Cowboy football fan a game victory was a win for me. It was a typical Sunday during football season, for all of us die hard Dallas Cowboy season ticket holders.
There was a group of us who meet in the Texas Stadium parking lot for a traditional tailgate party before the home games. We would get there about two hours early with our portable grills, ice chests and radios. One couple even brought there RV so we'd have a place to pee. Then we'd eat, drink and just have fun until time for kick off.
There are usually lots of guys and usually just me and maybe another girl or two. Which since I was an ex-topless dancer and use to being the center of a lot of male attention was perfect for me.
At this particular game, even our friends who come up from the Houston area were there.
We did the usual pre-game partying, then went into the stadium in time for the kick-off and to watch the game.
In front a nationally televised Monday night audience, the Cowboys, led by Emmitt Smith's 140 yards rushing, handed the defending Super Bowl champion Redskins an embarrassing 23–10 loss at Texas Stadium in their first game of the season.
After the game when we all met back in the parking lot, everyone was celebrating the victory. After plenty of drinks, someone suggested that we all go to The Lodge, a prominent, classy local Dallas strip club located on Spangler Rd to continue the party.
Two of the guys, Austin and Trevor, opt out and went on home.
But, we loaded up in Donna's Lincoln Town Car, my husband, Charles and I, Linda, Calvin and Donna, a couple that we always go to the games with in one vehicle, and our friends from Houston, Kevin and Dwight, his younger cousin.
When we arrived at The Lodge even though there was a pretty decent sized crowd for a Monday night we had no trouble finding a parking place.
I'm sure it was to beef up their attendance, The Lodge always offers free cover with game ticket stub.
We all went in and sat in an area with comfy chairs and a few tables near the main stage, the one with the stripper pole. Back when I danced I use to love to work the pole.
We ordered a round of drinks and within minutes several of the scantily clad dancers were trolling the waters for potential lap dance customers. Needless to say, with our slightly inebriated crowd the dances began.
My friend, Donna, also an ex-dancer and the only other female in the group, decided to join the fun and started giving free lap dances to a few of the guys sitting around us, sitting on their laps, grinding on them, and letting them feel her breasts. Not the biggest but nice and firm and perky. It's a wonder she didn't get us kick out, cutting in on the dancers lap dance business like that. With her dancing free no one was paying the dancers to dance for them.
She'd started making out and kissing some strange hunk at the next table and became very involved trying to seduce him.
Since she was busy, I called her boyfriend Calvin to move over to sit with us, since he was obviously being neglected. I'd taken off my oversized, number 22 Emmitt Smith Cowboys jersey so I was only wearing a wife-beater t-shirt since it was still warm weather out, early in the season.
With the atmosphere of the club, it was easy to pull up the front of my shirt and let the girls, a firm 38 B cup breasts fall free.
Calvin seized the moment and started fondling my right breast while he gazed at what he had often dreamed of.
My husband Charles wasn't the least bit surprised by my actions. When you marry a topless dancer right off the stage you have to expect such behavior. Instead of being mad he was obviously enjoying the show that I was giving because I felt him on my bare thigh and then slip up under the leg of my Daisy-Duke cut-off Levi shorts and immediately plunge a finger into my pussy. He could tell I was enjoying Calvin's attention because my pussy was really wet.
With a hand on the back of his head, I encouraged Charles to put his mouth on my left breast, while guiding Calvin's hand to join Charles's in my pussy. When I spread my legs wider they took turns feeling and fingering me.
Kevin and Dwight, our friends from Houston who were sitting in chairs across from us were definitely enjoying this unplanned show.
Charles told Calvin to taste my other breast.
Dwight laughed, "Go ahead Calvin, what are you waiting for?"
When Calvin leaned his head down, I had exactly what I wanted, two mouths on my breasts and two sets of hands working my hot pussy.
I lifted Calvin's head up and started kissing him. My lips parted and his tongue started exploring my mouth.
Anyone that knows me at all, knows that I already had Calvin's fly unzipped and had my hand securely around his shaft, feeling what I was hoping to have firmly planted in me later.
I was totally immersed in Charles's and Calvin's passion,
Calvin's girlfriend Donna suddenly glanced over and saw what was going on. She abruptly stopped her obsession with the stranger and came back over to our table and sat on the other side of Calvin.
Being a gentleman, Calvin invited her to join in and feel my natural size 38 B breasts. Being bi, I had no problems with a girls hands on my breasts. .
Charles said, "Damn Donna, look at you. Those are some nice breasts you've got there."
Not wanting to be upstaged, she said, "Have you ever felt them?"
Calvin said, "Go ahead Charles, feel, even taste them."
Knowing that Charles was not really into other women, but always a gentleman, I wasn't bothered that he briefly indulged her while I kept my attention on Calvin's hard shaft.
Donna was obviously not happy with the situation and was ready to head home.
Kevin and Dwight had flown in rather than drive, so were staying at the Quality Inn near the DFW-Airport. Charles was ready to go to the guys' hotel and participate in a large group situation with me, the other guys, Calvin, Donna and whoever.
Calvin was also obviously ready to go the hotel and continue what the three of us had started.
Donna, however, had wanted to take Dwight home to join her and Calvin, but really just to join her and possibly let Calvin watch them. Very typical for her.
Because we were all in the same vehicle, Charles and I followed Donna out to her Lincoln.
Charles, trying to keep her calm down, climbed in the front seat with her.
Calvin was slow coming out of the club because he was saying goodbye to everyone.
It was all Charles could do to keep her from leaving Calvin behind.
By the time Calvin got out there Dwight was sitting in the front with Charlie and Donna so the only spot left was in the back seat with Kevin and me. I had him sit right behind Donna so she couldn't see him in the mirror. I think Donna was trying to punish him, but I was about to reward him.
Being blitzed and a bitch, it was all Donna could do to keep her Avalanche on the road and make it home. It's a good thing that we didn't
Charles kept telling her she was doing a good job, just to keep her eyes on the road.
I knew this was my chance to finish what I'd started.
I immediately had Calvin's zipper down, his fly open and his dick free from the constraint of his pants and in my mouth.
Every time I looked up, Charles was smiling at me and nodding his approval. I feverishly sucked Calvin's cock wanting to taste his liquid lava. I knew from previous conversations with him and Donna that she was revolted by even the thought of swallowing cum. I couldn't wait.
As expected, it wasn't long before I felt that familiar pulsing of dick in my mouth, I knew he was about to explode. I grabbed his balls and gently squeezed wanting him to fill my hungry throat with his hot load.
He grabbed my head and started thrusting his hips up off the seat as he cummed in my mouth and down my throat.
His sperm tasted sweet, as I swallowed every last drop.
I knew Charles would spank me later for being such a good, bad girl. It was going to be a win/win situation for me.
Miraculously, we arrived safely at Calvin and Donna's house.
Charles and I grabbed our things and with Kevin and Dwight in the car, we headed for their motel and whatever.
To this day, Donna, now his wife, never knew that I gave Calvin the best blowjob of his life...and swallowed.
The end...