My Superbowl Party Slave (1/4)
 
 

     I know, I know . . . millions of people host Super Bowl parties every
year. This year I decided to host one, and it turned out much different from
what I expected.  But let me back up to the beginning.

     My girlfriend Anna and I like to make little side bets every now and then
when we play games like cards, or darts, or one-on-one basketball, etc. Usually
it ends up with loser buying dinner for the winner or something along those
lines. But last Friday night, we changed the rules a little. We were throwing
darts at our favorite bar and she was looking very hot in a new outfit that she
had won from me a week before. Anyway, seeing her looking this way, I just had
to suggest that this time the loser became a servant for the winner the entire
weekend. I had planned on
having a few friends over to my house to watch the super bowl and thought it
would be great to have someone looking as sexy as she did to serve drinks and
sandwiches and not have to clean up afterwards . . . (Ordinarily she'd kill me
if I even thought of using her as my maid, but this was a bet so just maybe
she'd go along with it). After thinking about it for a minute, she agreed to
the deal, partly because she knew she had a chance to beat me and partly
because she was a little curious as to just what else I might have her do for
me.

     So the game went on (we played best of 3) and we split the first two. The
tiebreaker game was really close, but I narrowly won out when she just missed
hitting the bull's-eye.  I smiled as she looked at me, one hand on her hip and
said, "OK, lover, I guess I'm yours for the weekend. I don't have to call you
'master' or anything like that, do I?"

     "No, I know how much you hate that," I responded. "But you do have to
respond with 'Yes, Sir' every time I make a request of you."

     "Fine, I suppose. When do we start?" she asked, pretending to be a little
annoyed with the situation. But her smile told me she was looking forward to
this just as much as I was.

     "How about now? Its starting to get a little late, so why don't we take
your car back to your place, let you pack a few things, then we'll take my car
to my place and maybe grab a bite on the way there," I said. 
     I walked her out to her car and leaned at the drivers side window to give
her a kiss. A large group of people were walking toward us along the sidewalk
and suddenly I got a naughty thought.

     "Show me your tit," I said.

     "What?" she asked, surprised at my request.

     "You heard me," I said. "I wanna see your tits."

     She gulped, looking at the group almost to the car. "Yes, Sir," she
responded and unbuttoned the top of her outfit enough to pop her tits out for
me to see. A few members of the approaching group got a nice view too.  

     I reached in and gave both of her 38C breasts a good feel. They were so
firm and her nipples hardened under my gaze and touch. I pinched them lightly
and gave her a kiss as she softly voiced her pleasure at my touch. When I felt
she had been teased sufficiently, I told her to drive home with them hanging
out like that and I would be right behind her. With that, I went to my car and
she started hers.

     Driving down the boulevard was going to be an adventure for her, I
decided. With her car seats positioned like they were, there wasn't much chance
anybody walking by the car (or driving by for that matter) would see her
topless form. So, I had to improvise. The first red light we came upon, I
pulled up alongside of her and waved. I motioned for her to roll down her
window and she did. Then I told her that something was on top of her car, right
above her. She reached out the window to feel the rooftop, pulling the entire
top half of her body within view of anyone who
happened to be looking. Many people were looking, some of them right in front
of her car as they crossed the busy street. The whistles and catcalls came fast
and furious as she glanced back at me. I simply smiled as the light turned
green and pulled away.

     Arriving at her place, I allowed her to cover her breasts back up until
she got inside the house (after all, it was cold outside!). Once inside though,
everything came off. 

     "For the next 48 hours," I told her, "you will wear exactly what I tell
you and do
everything I ask of you. Is that understood?"

     "Yes, Sir," she responded.

     "Good. Now then, I want you to gather your sexiest teddies, a T-shirt, and
your toiletry kit. Those are the only items you'll need to take with you this
weekend. We'll go shopping tomorrow for the rest."

     As all of the items were placed into an overnight bag, she asked me if she
could get dressed for the trip back to my place. 

     "No," I started, then with a slight change of heart I added, "You may put
on your jacket for the outside walk to my car. Nothing else."

     Without an argument, she complied. I couldn't help but think this was
gonna be a hell of a weekend!

     Back in my car, I asked her to remove the jacket and she did. She was now
completely nude as we pulled out of her driveway and looked a little nervous. I
can hardly say I blame her for being nervous. After all, this was entirely new
territory for us and she had to be clueless as to just what else I might do.
That question would soon be answered as I reached over and begin to stroke her
silky smooth thigh. She spread her legs for me as my fingers found her pussy,
which was becoming increasingly damp by the minute. She gasped slightly as I
reached her clitoris. Teasing her for a minute more, I found it difficult to
concentrate on the road. So, I stopped what I was doing and told her to finish
what I had started. Without haste, she reached down and began stroking her
creamy slit. I switched on my left blinker and turned onto another busy
metropolitan street.

     "How does it feel?" I asked.

     "It feels so good," she said. "It's like I'm on fire."

     "Just think," I added. "All these people walking and driving by us don't
have a clue as to what's going on in here."

     "Uh-huh," she said, slipping a finger inside her well-lubricated hole.

     "Should we give them a hint or something?"

     She looked at me, not quite sure what I had in mind. But only after
hesitating for a moment, she remembered our deal.

     "Yes, Sir," she said.

     "Good girl," I said, rolling her electronic window halfway down. "Now, you
just keep doing whatever feels best. Get yourself all worked up and when I say
'cum', I want you to cum. Hard. And be vocal about it or this will be a waste
of time. Got it?"

     "Yes, Sir."

     With that, she started pumping herself in earnest with one hand and
running her other hand back and forth between her tits and clit. "Oh, God," she
said. Her breathing became heavier and the volume of her moans increased. All
of this activity was making my cock hard as steel and I knew I had to do
something to release the strain it was putting on my pants. As soon as we came
to the next stoplight, I undid the snap on my jeans and lowered the zipper to
let my cock out into the night air. Proceeding down the street a little
farther, I could tell by her breathing that she was close to cumming. And by
the sounds she was making, so could nearly everyone we passed! Finally, we
reached another stoplight at the busiest intersection in town, and rolling her
window down even more, said the magic word.

     "Cum."

     She came with a force. "OH, GOD, YESSSSSS!" she screamed. "SOOO GOOD!
Scott, I'm cumming sooo good." Her body shook and her back arched upward so
sharply I was afraid she might hurt herself on my glove compartment box. But
she maintained some stamina and rode it out, letting the whole downtown area
just how good her orgasm felt. When she was finished, we pulled away from the
light to the applause of those who stood around watching her  climax. She
blushed, smiled, and sunk back down into her seat. She was glowing and I knew
she had enjoyed performing for everyone as much as I had enjoyed having her do
it.

     We continued our journey back to my place with her stroking my erection. I
asked her to go slow with it since I didn't want us to have an accident. Only
after we were safely in my driveway, did I allow her to finish me off. Seeing
my nosy neighbors all looking out their windows at us, I told her I wanted to
cum in her mouth.
 
     "Yes, Sir," she replied, lowering her head between my legs. Expertly she
began to lick up and down my shaft, occasionally swirling her tongue around the
head. I've never been with any woman who was able to give head better than she
could and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was shooting a hot load down her
throat. 

     She attempted to cup my balls with her hand, but because of our tight
seating
arrangement, was unsuccessful. So, she started to pump me with both her mouth
and hand. That was it, her finishing move. As she pumped faster, I could feel
the pressure building from within and the heat rising inside my body. 

     "This is it," I told her. "Here it comes!" 

     Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot from my cock into her waiting mouth. It
seemed like gallons were released from my loins, as she continued to milk me
for all I had. After I finished, she sat back up in her seat and reached for
her jacket to get out of the car.

     "No," I said. "Leave it off."

     She looked at me, puzzled.

     "You can put your T-shirt on for the walk to the door," I offered, knowing
full well that the T-shirt she selected to bring just went to the top of her
hips.

     "Yes, Sir," she responded as she looked at me in disbelief. That look told
me I was certainly gonna get mine the next time she won our weekly bet!

     Slipping the T-shirt over her head, we both got out of the car and walked
up to the door. Her nipples hardened immediately in the cold January night air
and as we got to the porch, I asked her to bend over and pick up my evening
newspaper. I knew the lonely widow Ross across the street would be peeking out
her window and thought I'd give her something to peek at. As Anna bent over, I
made sure her ass was facing Mrs. Ross' place. After she stood back up, I
opened the front door and told Anna to turn around and wave goodnight to Mrs.
Ross.

     "Yes, Sir," she replied with a big grin on her face. Anna then turned
around and waved toward the house across the street, whose curtains immediately
closed.

     Anna and I stepped inside the apartment, where I again asked her to remove
the T-shirt.

     "You may select a teddy to wear to bed this evening, if you wish," I said
to her. "But not until after I have my dessert."

     She knew exactly what I meant by dessert. We both started clearing off  my
dining room table and then Anna climbed on top of it, laying across it as I sat
down at the head of the table. Anna's legs were spread wide as her pussy was
brought before me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and immediately went to
work licking and kissing her velvety lips. She always kept her pussy looking
neat and trim, but this weekend I thought we'd try something new. She was gonna
get shaved. But not yet anyway; that could wait for tomorrow. Tonight I just
wanted to enjoy her taste.

     She squirmed slightly under my ministrations and her juices flowed freely.
Occasionally she would try to lift her hips up off the table in an attempt to
begin her orgasm, but I kept telling her no, not yet.

     "We have a deal, remember?"

     "Yes, Sir," came the reply.

     I got up from my seat and went to the kitchen, returning with a banana and
a glass of ice water.  Taking a drink of water, I sucked an ice cube around in
my mouth to make my tongue colder to the touch. I began to peel the banana as I
lowered my mouth back to her waiting pussy. As my icy tongue made contact with
her burning slit, she let out a yelp, then a long soft moan as she settled back
down. Again I pulled back and this time I inserted the peeled banana into her
aching hole. 

     "Yes," she said softly. "Fuck me, please."

     "Beg me," I said.

     "Please, sir, I need to be fucked.  Please be merciful and fuck me with
that banana."

     I granted her wish and began to move the banana in and out of her pussy. 
Now anyone who has tried this knows that while bananas have the perfect shape
for this activity, they will not hold up under the strain! Sure enough about 10
strokes into it, the banana had enough and broke in half. I lowered my face
back down and, using my teeth, I locked onto the banana and removed it from
her. Then I crawled above over, banana still in my mouth, and lowered the
pussy-soaked
piece of fruit to her mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and sucked it
past her lips. I watched her devour the remains as my cock began to enter her.

     It felt wonderful to be inside her hot tight pussy. My little sex slave
was eager to show just how much she enjoyed pleasing me. Her hips moved up to
meet mine and soon I was pounding my rod into her fast and furious. Sweat was
running off of both of our bodies as I pulled out of her to unload myself upon
her heaving chest. 

     "You want a pearl necklace, baby?" I asked. "I'm about to give you one.
Tell me you want it."

     "Yes, sir, please sir!" she said excitedly. "Please give me the pearl
necklace. I would really love to have one!" 

     After a few more seconds, my cum was shooting out of my cock upon her
chest. Carefully, (and I have no clue as to how I managed to control my aim) I
laid down thick strands of my goo along her chest, from shoulder to shoulder so
that it resembled a necklace. Afterwards, I had her rub my cream into her skin
before we headed off to the bedroom for the night. Sleep wasn't actually on the
agenda, which was a good thing, because we ended up making love for several
more hours before finally drifting off to slumber land. She would need her rest
for our shopping trip and adventures tomorrow, and so would I. That lover of
mine certainly knows how to drain a man!