[MF, Pussy Eating, Furious Fucking, Cum Begging] Lazy World Series Bet

Much of our sex was handcuffs, whips and chains, and often when it wasn’t, it was anal, sex toys and perverted power games. But sometimes we were just burned out…

That said I was addicted to her body, every inch of it, so even when I didn’t really want sex, I wanted her. It seemed, she returned the attraction.

So we turned on the World Series Game, to be honest, it would be background noice, but it would serve a purpose.

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The rules were simple, but backwards:

* She liked the Dodgers, if they were winning, she got to give.
* If the Rays were winning, I got to give.
* If the game was tied, it was just lazy hand action and anyone could touch anyone but nothing more.

First 3 innings were nothing but hands anyhow. The middle innings were oral. And the final 3 until any ending would be slow, gentle fucking. In the end I guess everyone would win, but, the loser had to just take what was given.

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###1st Inning

Not much happened, a base-runner made us pay attention for a bit, but no score. We mainly talked.

She sat to my right, and my right hand sat on her bare left thigh. She wore a nice dress at least at that point.

Her left hand likewise was on my thigh, but I still wore jeans. We were always slow in the beginning. Mainly we talked about horse racing.

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###2nd Inning

Again, the score stayed tied, but this time, there wasn’t anything to peak our interest at all. 4 strikeouts shared between the teams, 6 up, 6 down.

My hand did run a bit higher up her thigh, but that was it. I was impatient to hear her cum, even though I knew that was probably a bit away.

We talked about how betting on horses, or anything, could be good ‘cheap’ entertainment.

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###3rd Inning

Finally, something happened in the game. The Dodgers walked the lead-off man, and eventually he came around to score.

As a result she got around to removing her panties, and that hand I had on her thigh made it higher up under her skirt, and my trigger finger found her bald little pussy lips.

Oh and she had to remove her hand from me, anywhere on me, due to the rules. So she did. I called her a loser, well a *temporary loser*, as I let my finger gently massage her plump little mound. It felt nice. Just a few more outs and I’d get to taste it…

We talked about the stupidity of thinking you could make real money betting on sports. Well you could, but you were much better off betting on orgasms.

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###4th Inning

Nothing changed in the game. I was happy about that. But something did change per the rules.

I laid down with my head on her lap. I jacked up her skirt. And I basically just licked the soft flesh of her thighs, sort of absent mind-idly as we watched the game play out. Every time there was an out, I turned my head and licked those beautiful little porn star pussy lips of hers, then returned my head to where it had been.

Nothing happened in the game, which I was fine with.

Near the end of the inning I reached my left hand up between her legs again and pushed my finger tip between her labia, and traced it top to bottom and over and over again. Only stopping my finger when I’d lick. It was fully within the rules that I could just bury my tongue up in her, but, I felt like letting her wait just a little bit.

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###5th Inning

I informed her that every time her team threw a strike, my tongue was going to strike her clitorus.

I spent a good half of the half inning with my tongue between her folds. And I let my finger slide up inside her pussy, and wiggle around a bit. I tapped on her g-spot but just enough to announce my presence, not really enough to cause anything but her to anxious. I just wanted her to want it.

When the Dodgers got up to the plate I informed her all bets were off… and I dropped to the floor before her. I knelt at the doorstep to her pussy. I leaned forward and painted her thighs with my tongue, I licked them all over, I left trails of my spittle on the paths from her knees up to her progressively more moist opening. And when I hit the opening I always pushed my tongue full up inside, waggled it just a little, then dragged the tongue back down the other side.

I’d ask periodic questions about “what was the best bet you ever made?” – hoping she was going to admit it was the one we were engaged in, but she would not. After I’d ask and grab a gulp of air I’d resume my oral assault on that pussy. God I loved how she tasted.

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###6th Inning

Somewhere in there the Rays scored another run so I was quite confident I could get comfortable.

I tossed her legs up on my shoulders and just started licking her from the space between her ass and pussy, up into her opening, up out of her opening, over her clit, and then back down again. Sometimes I’d stop to suck or nibble on her clit, but I just lapped it all up, and faster as the inning progressed.

I told her to think about how she wanted me to give her my cock, because it was on deck for the next inning. I said it quick before I just mashed my face into her sweet little vagina.

I liked her, and I loved our little bets. And I loved her juicy little cunt. Especially when I heard her bitch about how she hadn’t gotten to taste or touch me at all. Like that was needed? Just the scent of her pussy, the real scent of a woman, was enough to have already stressing my zipper to the max.

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###7th Inning

The stretch actually happened before the inning. And in the end, I wouldn’t actually give her a say as to how I would fuck her. But, the inning had not started yet. It was the commercials.

So I just fixed my mouth over her clit, sucked like my life depended on it, and licked furiously at the button I had sucked into my mouth. I slurped and sounded like some kinda damned dog and frankly I might as well have been. I feasted on clit… but time was not my friend, so I pushed two fingers hard into her pussy about as fast and deep as I could. Well, into here pussy and curling up, curling into her special inner orgasm button. I fucking slammed my fingers as hard as I could into it, and again and again, and again.

I finger fucked her where I’d soon actually fuck her. But right now I wanted to push her to orgasm early. I was winning the bet, this was well within my rights till these commercials ended.

I worked her as hard, and deep, and fast as I could. And I heard what I hoped for – gentle moans from above that climbed to actual moans that originated in her cunt. I heard them up high over me on the couch.

I heard the moans escape her just as I heard the announcers say something about the new pitcher, and right after that say something about the pitch being a bit outside.

I stopped licking her pussy immediately, and I heard gasps but no protest – after all, she was not supposed to like this.

I stood up in front of her, blocking her view of the game. I watched her eyes as I did it, and I saw her mouth drop, prime itself to say something, but she just let it hang there. She wasn’t going to give up the charade. I simply said, “There ain’t much to see, it’s not like your Dodgers are coming back…”

I reached down and unzipped my pants, undid the button and fly, and had them down and off, along with my boxers, in no time. I stepped out of them easily and found myself naked from the waist down, and my cock bobbed in front of me.

I still had her legs up on my shoulders, so raising up, lifted her slightly. I put my knees down on the couch on either side of her hips. I bit my lip as I felt the underside of my cock glance over and between the lips I had been parting seconds before with my tongue. I rubbed it up and down gently by shifting my hips to and fro. It felt good. It always felt good. And by the rules of the game, it was time for my cock to feel even better.

I reached down and pushed the top of my penis downward, the tip slide between her lips and caught itself in her opening, before I pushed it gently and just slightly inside. Her opening felt so warm, and so very wet. I stared her in the eyes and then thrust hard, deep into her. Then I started slowly withdrawing and then when I hit the point of almost out, violently exploding deep back down into her cunt.

I started that rhythm, and was feeling so good inside her. It was that way I wanted to cum, and I would eventually, but I had about 9… scratch that, *double play*… about 7 more outs for the Dodgers before I’d get to do that.

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###8th Inning

I started really pounding her little pussy. And man I really got into it, like literally and just, fuck, I loved her pussy. I loved the feel of it squeezing my cock, and it always would. She was tight when she wanted to be, and often even when she didn’t want to be. She just constantly milked the hard cock that I gave her. And man I was lucky.

I angled to hit the g-spot as I knew she loved it. She was sort of prezzled perfectly to make it easy, the heels on my shoulders lifting her pelvis so she was perfectly positioned to receive me, all of me, and so the tip could tap her exactly on the sweet spot when it penetrated to her depths.

I watched her eyes. Then, I saw a strange smile cross her lips and she laughed slightly.

“Off.” She said.

I was confused, then I heard the cheering on the TV centered in the voice of the announcer, yelling about a home run and… *shit*, yelling about how the Fucking Dodgers had taken the lead.

I pulled my cock out of her. I climbed off the couch. I turned and watched a mother fucking grand slam. Greeeeeat, now we had to fuck her way.

It was funny, there was no loser. I had to fain disappointment at the outcome. But changing pace was a bit of a buzz kill…

“Sit on the couch in my wet spot,” she ordered. The Dodgers grounded out to end the inning.

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###9th Inning

She climbed into my cock… facing the TV.

She told me she wanted to watch as my team lost.

She pulled my cock forward and mounted it perfectly, before squeezing her legs and knees together, trapping me in her closed up pussy, and basically existing between my knees. IF she milked me before, she strangled me now. And I loved the tightness.

She didn’t really sit on me as much as squatted back against me, before rocking slightly forward. She put her hands on my knees as she did it, pushing my legs apart but giving herself leverage, and I felt my tip pushing and dragging along her inner wall. IF I knew how to aim for the g-spot when I was in control, then she certainly knew how to achieve the same when she was the one actively fucking. And she fucked. God she fucked deep and hard but slow at the beginning.

“Go Dodgers, Go Dodgers, Go” she chanted, well, half chanted and half moaned. Her fingers dug into my knees, her finger nails dug into my knees. She slid herself up and down my full length.

Then she counted down, “When I win, you need to empty those balls into me. That’s the deal.”

And she fucking counted down.

“Oh two more outs…” and she stopped moving, well stopped fucking me. She just sort of nuzzled her back against me. I heard her moan, catching her breath perhaps…

“Put your hands on my tits, pinch my nipples, and then, pinch them as hard as you can when I make you cum.”

I knew the rules, I put my hands where she instructed me too. First I cupped them a little, enjoying the full feeling, but then, putting each nipple between my thumb and finger as she’d told me too.

“Oh yes, final out. Then you’re gonna have to fill me. Don’t you dare fucking fight it. I want that cum all up in me, I want it to ooze out between us. I want to feel your lust. You lot the bet, now I get to collect your cum.”

And then I hard it, “That’s the ball game…” and she just went wild.

She went from stationary and composed, to fucking buck wild instantly. She road the extent of my cock up and down and moaned and slammed into me. Over and over.

“Pinch my nipples, hurt me when you cum. CUmmmmmmm cummm for me. Cum in my pussy. Give me what’s in your balls. Do it….”

And I couldn’t resist. I had lost.

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