FANTASY FOOTBALL...

Evening guys. Trust your day went smoothly.. Well if it didn't, here's something to relax you..

I wasn’t such a big football fan but I watched it for my man’s sake. He enjoyed it and I thought I’d enjoy it with him. Sometimes I just supported the team with the finer men or whatever team he was supporting.

Today was one of those days I was totally against him. Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid were playing and I totally loved the underdog story. I was rooting so hard for Atletico but my boyfriend was a diehard Real fan. I was so happy that Atletico was leading but it seemed obvious Real was about to make a comeback. As soon as that happened I was already bored. What rubbish. I wanted them to win so I could make fun of him but they were just disappointing me. Immediately they went into extra time I knew it was over. I was so done.

He was making fun of me, laughing. He was so happy I was on the losing side. I knew in my mind I didn’t need him watching this match, I needed him totally distracted. I kissed the side of his face and he smiled.

“Isn’t someone a happy loser.” He bent his head to see the TV properly. My lips followed.

He knew what I was doing so it was a joke to him. He smacked my butt and told me to sit down. I obeyed. I sat down.

Ten seconds later I was sitting with no underwear. He looked at me as I flung my panties across his face. He looked at my panties and then at me I smiled.

“Shebi you want to watch the match? I will just focus on something else.” I told him that as I dipped my two middle fingers in my mouth, wet them and went straight for my clit.

He looked at me and then looked at the TV.

“It’s not working.” He said it with so much confidence but I could see the bulge. It was working. It was working even faster that I thought it would.

I rubbed on my clit faster as I moaned louder. My legs were jabbing into his hips since we were on the same couch. I could feel is gaze on me. I was distracting him. He was so torn…football or this pussy. My juices were flowing now. I put my fingers into my sex and I could hear it squish. So could he. I looked at him and he was looking straight into my eyes. I didn’t close my eyes, I wanted him to feel what his glaring intensity was doing for me.

The commentator and I were on the same wave… his tempo increasing with me. I was rubbing my clit faster, dipping for wetness when necessary. I closed my eyes for a second, entering that phase, I was going to explode when I heard…

“GOAL! BALE!” I opened my eyes and realized that this man had gone back to football. What rubbish?!

He sat down hitting my leg. “You missed that!”

You don’t say.

But he still had his hard on.

I kissed his neck.

“You haven’t given up? You can’t distract me…”

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

I stayed on his ear and neck while I undid his belt buckle, his button, his zip and grabbed his dick.

“That’s… That’s unfair…” He said in a stammer. What a wimp.

I stood up and took off my clothes. I stood in front of him naked. He didn’t try to look at the TV, he looked at me. I knelt in front of him and held his dick.

“Keep watching football now.”

I took his dick into my mouth. He moaned. I looked up at him and he eyes were looking at the TV but I don’t think he was watching anything anymore. I gave him a hand job and sucked on his balls. He moaned loud again. I took his dick into my mouth again, sucking hard and deep throating him. He threw his head when he tried to get a handle on the pleasure before he continued to watch football again.

I could hear the commentator, it seemed like another goal was on the way. As the commentator screamed goal and took him into my throat again. He held the side of my head and screamed fuck!

He pushed my head off him, lifted me off the ground and flung me next to him. He bent me over the arm of the chair.

“You want this distraction right? You are in trouble.”

I was so happy. I won. And without warning, he rammed his dick into my fountain of a pussy.

I screamed a moan.

His dick was lovely. He wasn’t slowing down, he was fucking my life.

I was serving a punishment that I would love every day. He held on to my breasts as he angled himself to go into me deeper. I could feel my legs convulsing, my pussy pulsating. Who cared about fucking football when this dick was the MVP!

I grabbed the chair as he had pounded me off the arm. My head was closer to the floor that it was the arm of the chair.

He was hitting so hard, so fast I couldn’t even beg him to do anything better. He was at his best.

He pulled me up and flipped me over. He held my legs up high as he drove in again with no mercy. The back of my thighs on his stomach and my calves were on his chest. He wrapped his hands around my thighs and slammed into me with the pace of a machine. I was close to tears.

“This is what you want yes?” he asked me in a grunt.

“YES!” I screamed. Yes! This was what I wanted, him fucking the shit out of me. I held his hand as he increased his already fast tempo. He was the terminator. He was superman. He was King Kong and he was about to flood my gates. I grabbed his arm and I screamed and convulsed into an orgasm. He didn’t slow down. As I shook all my life out via my juices, he held me tighter, fucked me faster and moaned loudly into an eruption.

He fell over with both of us breathing very heavy. I looked over at the TV. Real won… but right now… I got more than they did. Much more…