The Quarterback's Piece Of Ass (Closed)

[Little_Red_Rose]

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Name: Angela Lopez
Age: 34
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 32G

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Saturday, 11th May
Williams High School

"GO DEREK GO DEREK GO!" I shouted so loudly from up top the stand, watching the eighteen year old quarterback run across the field. I was at the edge of my seat, almost biting my nails as the football prodigy ran past players, making all sorts of moves as he made his way towards the end zone. I could see just a few stares, from some parents who were most likely thinking to themselves 'Hey, isn't that the mom who works at the cafe? Doesn't her son play for West High? Why was she here, dressed up in tights and a short that said DEREK right over her chest?'

The truth was that the guy I was cheering wasn't my son - in fact, he was pretty much his adversary. Both my son and he played football, but while I love my son, Derek was on a whole other level. And believe me when I say that while I wasn't proud of it, I enjoyed watching Derek's games so much more! I grew up in this eastern Texas town, bordering Louisiana. There wasn't much to do here so I kind of grew a habit of being really into high school and college football. That, and between you and me, I thought that Derek was the most chiseled, sculptured football quarterback that I had ever seen.

Okay, so I had a small crush on him...

That might have explained why I was so excited whenever I thought he was pointing at me, making myself jump up and down for him, with my large breasts bouncing up and down within this tight shirt. Or, it might have explained why I did a little dance for his team, wiggling my big butt within these jeans as I hoped to get his attention. After all, that's what most guys obsessed the most over my body and I wondered if Derek was the same. Maybe I hoped he was.

...Well, anyway the biggest thrill was watching him do that touchdown, with him winning the game and the whole crowd, including myself, erupting in cheers.

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Tuesday 14th May
Texan Coffee

Oh, you're probably wondering who I am.

My name is Angela Lopez and I'm a thirty-four year old mother. Yes, I'm a married woman and I live here in this small town in Texas. I work at Texan Coffee, a small coffee shop right on one of the busier streets in our small town - working as a waitress and barista to make some extra cash. My husband and I aren't dirt poor, although definitely benefited from the money I brought home from here. Granted, the cafe didn't pay too much but I made some money from tips; the most loyal customers coming in here to see me. Yes, they came here to watch me walk around and I could feel their eyes glued to my big butt, or watch my cleavage whenever I bent over to give them their drinks. Did it bother me to be so objectified by so many people? Maybe, but they were normally the best tippers and it wasn't as if I was in some skimpy outfit so I figured that it was okay if I got ogled a bit. Too bad they were dirty old men most of the time (who were the majority of the customers here; senior folk who wanted to have some coffee to start their day), otherwise it would have done wonders for my self-esteem.

My favorite part of working here was the fact that I got to dress up however I wanted. For example, I was dressed right now in tight camo pants that really hugged around my thick butt and a V cut black tank top that showed a bit of cleavage from my 32G cup breasts. It didn't show much mind you, but was enough to get some attention and get some tips. But I guess another good part from working here is that Derek, of all people, applied yesterday to work here. Now, I wasn't the manager here but I took his application and I had to act nonchalant about it...but deep down I was screaming like a fangirl! Needless to say that I put in a good word for him and was to expect him to come over today for his first day of work. I guess maybe, in the back of my mind, it's why I wrote these pieces of clothing today - maybe, just maybe, I wanted Derek to come by and have him ogle me for some change of pace...

And there he was.

'Okay don't act like you care who he is...' I thought to myself, before I smiled and said "Oh there you are Derek, ready for your first day?"

 

[Indiscretion]

Senior year. At last. It's all come down to this.

Don't get me wrong, last year was great too. We made the State semi finals. And I was just a junior that year, as were many of the other starters. I was named to the All-State first team last year and even got an All-American honorable mention in national media. So, yeah, expectations were high this year. The college scholarships from the major schools were already pouring in and the season had only just begun.

The thing about Texas here in our small town, not far from Corpus Christi and the Louisiana border, is that football means _everything_. There are two schools in town, West High and Lincoln High and boy do we hate each other. The rivalry had been going on for almost 40 years. Both teams were usually contenders for the State title and there was no bigger question in our town than "West or Lincoln?"

Needless to say, this year we were the clear favorites. I don't want to be too boastful but let's be realistic. I was ranked as the number 4 quarterback in the whole nation. Frankly, I thought that was an underrating as well. Wait til the scouts see how much muscle I put on over the summer. My arm is a cannon now. My goal? National All-American, State Championship and to head to play for U of Texas next year, my dream since as long as I can remember.

Of course, there is more to life than football. Not that much more, I grant you, but there's more. Girls, for example. Winning games is great, no doubt, but if you don't have a hot piece of ass to play with afterwards, well what's the point. Fortunately, ever since I got the starting QB role last season, there's been no shortage of that. If anything, it's getting kinda boring. Seems like every girl in school is trying to catch my eye these days. I'm pretty sure that I worked my way through most of the cheers squad this summer.

The one thing that has caught my eye, however, is that Latina chick who works at that coffee place. Texan Coffee I think it's called? I'm sure you've noticed her around town. You know, the one with the big tits and the _ridiculous_ ass. Her son is a wide receiver for our cross-town rivals so we got used to seeing her at games. And we noticed - it became a staple of locker room banter for us to talk about that ass and what she was wearing. And we weren't above reminding her son about it on the field as well. Boy did he hate that. But, hey, all's fair in love and war, right?

But here's the crazy thing. She started coming to _our_ games. Like, even when we were playing other schools. At first, I couldn't believe it and figured it had to be someone else who just looked like her. But, no, the good Lord didn't make two of those booties. It was her. Week after week, there she was, wearing our school's colors, dressed in increasingly skimpy outfits and looking for all the world like some kind of fangirl groupie.

During the games, I'm pretty focussed, but some of the other guys started to tell me that she had a thing for me - that she was always staring at me on the field and cheering for me like a teenager when I made a play. I started to pay attention and, you know what? They were right. This mom of a rival player was there week after week, even coming to _away_ games and her eyes were always fixed on me, play after play.

I decided to have some fun with it. I have a habit of pointing at whatever girl I want to fuck after I throw a touchdown pass. They seem to love it. I started pointing at the mom. I even think I blew her a kiss once or twice. And that just made her bounce up and down like crazy, tits and ass flying everywhere like jello. Well, that sure got my attention - and the attention of every red-blooded male in the stadium.

Well, like I was saying earlier, things had gotten a bit too easy recently when it came to girls. I was up for a challenge. And I would definitely get a thrill out of making the mom of a rival player into my little toy. So as a lark, when I saw the ad for a job at her cafe posted on the door one day, I decided on the spot that I would apply. And lo and behold I got the job. That wasn't really surprising. Everyone knew that having me at the joint would be great for business as fans would be queueing up to meet me and talk football.

When I arrived for my first day, I arrived on time and there she was. Dressed in some pretty outrageoously tight camo pants and a low cut top. I was definitely going to enjoy working here if this was the view I'd get each day.

After she introduced herself, I said "Hey, Angela. Good to meet you." I lean in and casually kiss you hello with confidence, slipping my arm easily around yor small waist and resisting the temptation to grab a handful of your ass. While still holding you I look down, peering at your massive tits and then add "You've been coming to Lincoln High games for a while right? I've been wanting to tell you how much I appreciate the support. I know your son plays for West so it makes it even more special that you're such a dedicated fan. Don't think it's not appreciated. We've often talked about you in the locker room, about how much we appreciate the effort you go to to look good for us when you're cheering. And you've got a great body I should add. I've noticed that too. You shouldn't hide it in those long pants, I bet you look great in shorts."

I smile at you charmingly as if this is the most natural conversation in the world, wondering how far I can push you on our first real encounter.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I smiled back at you, kissing you right on the kiss as well. I was a bit surprised, feeling your strong arm around my waist and holding me close. I swear, my heart must have been racing like a hundred beats per minute when I caught your eyes looking down my top, watching as my chest rose and fell with each breath I took. But I guess what got me the most speechless was what you said : "You've been coming to Lincoln High games for a while right? I've been wanting to tell you how much I appreciate the support. I know your son plays for West so it makes it even more special that you're such a dedicated fan. Don't think it's not appreciated. We've often talked about you in the locker room, about how much we appreciate the effort you go to to look good for us when you're cheering. And you've got a great body I should add. I've noticed that too. You shouldn't hide it in those long pants, I bet you look great in shorts." You noticed me at the games? Oh my god, that made me so nervous!

I couldn't really hide it either, because I quickly covered my face with my hands, blushing in embarrassment. "Oh my god, you noticed? " I said, before laughing and staring at you once again "I can't help but support you. You guys have been doing so great this season and I'm just such a big football fan." Then, some customers began to walk in and I quickly added to our conversation "Well, can't talk about football too much, we have work to do! Okay, so uh, let's get started with the coffee..."

So, I moved out of your hold and lead to towards the back. The job itself wasn't too complicated, seeing how the customers wanted black coffee. Showing you the machines took maybe a grand total of five minutes and you figured things out pretty quickly, but I guess it helped that we had our recipes all written down next to the machine. Meanwhile, while we prepared the drinks, I couldn't help but think to myself 'Oh my god, it really is Derek. I wonder how he prepares for his games? How does he feel about the next game? Does he really enjoy me coming to his games? Is he checking me out?' - and no, I didn't really feel too guilty about the last question because hey, we both knew that I was married and besides, it was at most just some flirtatious behavior at most. I thought about what you said earlier and while we finished taking their orders, I said:

"Thanks for the compliment earlier, by the way." I said with a big smile and resting my hand on yours. "I'm not too sure about wearing shorts because well...with a butt like mine they just don't work out well." I continued, laughing a bit before brushing off some of my long dark hair "These pants are probably the most adventurous I ever get. I don't know, I just don't normally wear shorts, or tights, or even jeans..."

 

[Indiscretion]

I can't help myself but smile when I see how excited you are just by being in my presence. This is going to be a lot of fun. Taking this job was definitely the right move, I decide on the spot.

"Oh my god, you noticed? I can't help but support you. You guys have been doing so great this season and I'm just such a big football fan."

My smile deepens when I here that. "Of course I noticed. It's been a big confidence boost for me to know that I've got such a big fan coming to every game. So you keep it up, okay? I'm counting on you Mrs Lopez!"

And with a pretty blush you are soon talking to me about the specifics about the job which are, frankly, boring. But I nod and smile and take every possible opportunity to accidentally on purpose graze against your curvy body, standing way closer than is necessary wondering if that is having any effect on you.

"Thanks for the compliment earlier, by the way. I'm not too sure about wearing shorts because well...with a butt like mine they just don't work out well. These pants are probably the most adventurous I ever get. I don't know, I just don't normally wear shorts, or tights, or even jeans..."

At the mention of your butt you have my full attention as I now have an excuse to focus on it. I make a bit of a show of leaning back to take a look at it and even turn your hips gently so you are presenting it to me. I say "Don't be ridiculous, Mrs Lopez. You have an amazing booty. Most of the girls at school would kill to have one like yours. I bet its firm too!" Passing it off like it's totally natural, I give your ass a firm but fast squeeze while I leave my other hand on your hip. "Yep, just as I thought. I'm proud to have the fan with the hottest booty in town. And you should be proud to, I want you to show it off more for me from now on, okay?"

As if almost on cue, perhaps overhearing me or perhaps seeing me grab your ass, a couple of the older dudes sitting drinking coffee are now outright staring at you, drool practically coming out of their mouths. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable when we talk about your booty and wanting to take some control, I say in a firm voice, "OK gents, shows over, back to your breakfasts. Mrs Lopez, you take the machine behind the counter and hide your booty away from prying eyes. That's my booty now, no one else gets too look or touch unless I say so."

There is some good natured laughter as I pass this off as a casual joke made in order to divert attention from your body. But the notion that I have to give permission for anyone, including your husband, to touch your ass has my cock hardening in my shorts.

As things settle down, I continue the casual conversation, "Yeah, so Mrs Lopez with a body like yours have you ever thought about modeling? You've definitely got the looks for it."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

...and just like that I felt your eyes go towards my ass, making me almost giggle like a schoolgirl. Just what the hell was wrong with me? I was married, happily I might add, and had a son who considered you to be his arch nemesis and here I was happy to feel your eyes on my ass! I didn't even stop you when you moved my wide hips, taking it as an excuse to stare more and make more comments. "Don't be ridiculous, Mrs Lopez. You have an amazing booty. Most of the girls at school would kill to have one like yours. I bet its firm too!" you said, making me almost blush from how you said most of the girls at your school would love to have a body like mine; I mean, I knew that I had a good body because I had to work for it! But to know that other girls were jealous and -

I snapped out of my thoughts, feeling your hand grab a cheek and give it a quick squeeze. I gasped for a second, feeling another a man's hand - other than my husband - touch my ass. But the strangest thing was that I didn't feel...offended? More like complimented and wondering how you felt about my ass being much more than a handful."Yep, just as I thought. I'm proud to have the fan with the hottest booty in town. And you should be proud to, I want you to show it off more for me from now on, okay?"

My heart was racing like crazy and I was about to speak. "I - " I began to say when a couple of older men, the same who kept ogling me everyday since I worked here, were staring at me like a piece of meat. I was nervous, thinking that maybe seeing you stare and touch my body made them all excited. Then, just like that you said with such a strong voice: "OK gents, shows over, back to your breakfasts. Mrs Lopez, you take the machine behind the counter and hide your booty away from prying eyes. That's my booty now, no one else gets too look or touch unless I say so."

I laughed at your comment but there was just something about it that sounded so exciting. Still, not wanting to waste a good opportunity to get away from the sight of those nasty men, I answered "Okay, well my booty will be behind the counter in case you want to take a look or need me for anything!" with another chuckle, making my way behind the counter with just a tiny bit of sway to my hips. Once things quieted down a bit, I found you around me again as we carried our conversation "Yeah, so Mrs Lopez with a body like yours have you ever thought about modeling? You've definitely got the looks for it."

I blushed again, having a crush talk about me like this. Honestly, it made me feel such a rush - a rush I haven't felt for what...sixteen years now? Leaning against the counter, I said "I guess? It's been a dream of mine to model but I don't know...I'm married. Besides, don't you think my butt is too big for that?" with a grin on my face. Then I thought about my husband and Ben, my eighteen year old son... "Not to mention I really don't know if my husband would care for it. Or my son, really."

 

[Indiscretion]

I know I have to be careful not to push you too far to early and I know that touching you was taking a risk, as was asserting ownership over your ass, but it seems to be paying off.

"Okay, well my booty will be behind the counter in case you want to take a look or need me for anything!"

As far as I'm concerned that's a green light! Pretty soon I am taking full advantage of the "permission" you have given me and after you straighten up from taking some milk out of the refrigerator, you hear me say "Thanks for the view Mrs L, you're doing a great job!" causing the clientele to chuckle along with me at the joke. To follow up as I squeeze past you to pick up an order I simply put my hands on either side of your ample hips and maneuver you around me, my front pressing dangerously firmly against you. As you feel what seems to be a hardening cock press against your ass, you hear my voice behind you say "I never thought that working here with you was going to be more fun Mrs L! We are already so comfortable together!"

Soon the topic of conversation turned to modelling and you said "I guess? It's been a dream of mine to model but I don't know...I'm married. Besides, don't you think my butt is too big for that?

I immediately say "No, I don't think so. It could be a big hit actually. But I'd need to take a better look at it to know for sure. I'd be happy inspect you or look at some photos and give you some honest feedback if you'd like?"

And then you add "Not to mention I really don't know if my husband would care for it. Or my son, really."

I respond and say "Really? You don't think that they'd be supportive? And you're telling me that it's a dream of yours? Well the least I can do is help make that dream a reality. I'm sure that once your family has seen the kind of work you can do they will be really supportive! You could be a star. How about I help you get comfortable with posing for photos and once you're at that point I can pass your photos on the agents that have been contacting me about football? I know some of them must be connected to modeling agencies."

This is flat out BS. I have no idea if the agents I'm talking to - I'm not supposed to talk to them by the way - have anything to do with modelling, of all things.

"And you should give me your number so I can contact you outside of work about this stuff and what I want you to wear to our games and so on."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

We were working, with me now behind the counter preparing the various drinks that the customers were asking for. Imagine my surprise when you walked around me, pressing up against my back as you got the milk from the fridge. That's when I thought I felt something poking against my ass - a bulge from your pants! I thought myself that it was just my imagination, but I would be lying if I said that my heart wasn't racing like crazy! "I never thought that working here with you was going to be more fun Mrs L! We are already so comfortable together!" you said from behind, your breath tickling my ear. A shiver of excitement ran down my spine before I answered you simply "I know right?" with a smile on my face.

Our conversation went now towards my ass, on how big it is, with you saying "No, I don't think so. It could be a big hit actually. But I'd need to take a better look at it to know for sure. I'd be happy inspect you or look at some photos and give you some honest feedback if you'd like?"

My heart raced again, thinking of sending you some pictures or giving you access to my social media accounts so that you could see some of the photos I had with me trying on different outfits. Not that I would, because my husband wouldn't let me hear the end of it! Still, it was a thought and I almost had to bite my lip to not blush from the thought alone. But the conversation moved on about my husband and his non-existant support for my hypothetical modeling career.

"Really? You don't think that they'd be supportive? And you're telling me that it's a dream of yours? Well the least I can do is help make that dream a reality. I'm sure that once your family has seen the kind of work you can do they will be really supportive! You could be a star. How about I help you get comfortable with posing for photos and once you're at that point I can pass your photos on the agents that have been contacting me about football? I know some of them must be connected to modeling agencies."

Were you really saying this? Did you really believe in me getting a modeling career? This was just too much for me, trying so hard not to blush. "Well, I don't know...do you really think I could?" I began to say, wondering if you really had some connections with modeling agencies. I squashed these doubts, telling myself that you wouldn't lie to me - after all, what did you have to gain from it? "Maybe if I did become a model, you could be my biggest fan! That would be amazing!"

"And you should give me your number so I can contact you outside of work about this stuff and what I want you to wear to our games and so on."

I giggled, thinking about giving you my number. I began to write it down on a piece of paper, thinking of a little game about it. I mean, if you could win this then I guess that there was nothing I could do right? It was out of my control and that it wasn't my fault. That I somehow wasn't doing anything wrong about giving my number to you, the attractive eighteen year old high school quarterback! "Okay, I'll give you my number if you can guess the first three digits!" I said, holding the blank side of the piece of paper and seeing if you could get it.

Or at least, I really hoped you could.

 

[Indiscretion]

"Well, I don't know...do you really think I could? Maybe if I did become a model, you could be my biggest fan! That would be amazing!"

I smile and laugh good naturedly at the suggestion. "Sure Mrs Lopez! I'd love to be your fan! It's just your job to get that ass in some pics for me to look at!"

It's the first time I've used the word "ass" rather than "booty" or "butt" but I figure that you won't mind.

"Perhaps you could use me as motivation? I'd like that. Like to push you to be the hottest model that you could be. Whatever I can do to help."

When the conversation turns to the issue of the phone number, I can tell that for the first time you seem a little nervous about being inappropriate - never mind the ass squeezing and the conversation. So I try to reassure you "And don't worry Mrs Lopez I won't get the wrong idea about you giving me your phone number. It's fine because you're married. I mean, thank god for that right, otherwise all this messing around would be totally inappropriate, wouldn't it!" To make my point as I squeeze past again I give your ass a now very familiar and unrestrained squeeze, marked with a friendly smile to ensure you understand that I don't mean anything by it.

You seem to be coming around. You say, "Okay, I'll give you my number if you can guess the first three digits!"

OK. This is borderline retarded. Everyone in town has the same area code so the digits are obvious. I wonder if this is some kind of game you're playing with yourself. But what the hell, I figure to play along.

"Oh! I love wagers!! But that's not fair!! It could be any numbers. It's like a one in a thousand chance of me getting it right."

I pause and look at you thoughtfully before adding "So here's the wager - if I guess right, not only do I get your number but you gotta do these three things with me. First up, I get to choose your Superfan nickname from now on and you have to use only the nickname with me. Secondly, not only is the booty only for me to look at whenever I want but I get touching rights as well. Not that I need them," I add chirpily, giving you a possessive slap that makes your soft ass jiggle merrily. "And thirdly, we go on a date. Not like a real date. I know you're married. Just as friends. Because, if I'm being truthful I've been pretty lonely since Chelsea and I split."

That is nonsense. Chelsea is just a cheerleader slut I was banging for a few weeks while I was banging 3 other girls. I just got bored. I could have any girl in this town with a snap of my fingers.

"And I guess.... 317! It must be fate right!?!??"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Sure Mrs Lopez! I'd love to be your fan! It's just your job to get that ass in some pics for me to look at!"

There was just something about how you said that word, ass, for the first time. It just sounded so dirty coming from you that I couldn't help but giggle again like a school girl, thinking about how great it felt getting hit on by you.

"Perhaps you could use me as motivation? I'd like that. Like to push you to be the hottest model that you could be. Whatever I can do to help."

"That would be fantastic Derek, thank you!" I said with a big grin. Then the conversation went on about my phone number and I thought that I was being so clever with my plan. "And don't worry Mrs Lopez I won't get the wrong idea about you giving me your phone number. It's fine because you're married. I mean, thank god for that right, otherwise all this messing around would be totally inappropriate, wouldn't it!" you said, making me gasp again while your hand went to my ass and gave it another squeeze, or at least on as much as your greedy hand could hold! I gave no objection but let you do that, smiling back at you although I think you could tell how that caught me off guard again. Not that you minded. Not that I minded either. Although, maybe I should have given the number thing some more thought, not even thinking that everyone in the area had the same first three digits! I didn't even realize my mistake until much later but in the end, it's not as if I wasn't secretly hoping you'd get it.

"Oh! I love wagers!! But that's not fair!! It could be any numbers. It's like a one in a thousand chance of me getting it right."

"Too bad Derek, take it or leave it!" I said with a grin, looking right in your green eyes.

"So here's the wager - if I guess right, not only do I get your number but you gotta do these three things with me. First up, I get to choose your Superfan nickname from now on and you have to use only the nickname with me. Secondly, not only is the booty only for me to look at whenever I want but I get touching rights as well. Not that I need them," you said, adding a little lip that made my big butt jiggle. I gasped at the sensation but let you continue "And thirdly, we go on a date. Not like a real date. I know you're married. Just as friends. Because, if I'm being truthful I've been pretty lonely since Chelsea and I split."

Those were a lot of added wagers but I thought to myself that it was so unlikely that he'd get it so I nodded and said "Okay, you're on!"

"And I guess.... 317! It must be fate right!?!??"

And my heart almost stopped for a second! I even double checked on the paper I was holding to see if it was right (again, not realizing that there was practically no change of you getting it wrong). Well there, it was out of my hands now and it was perfectly okay to give you my number. With a grin, I said "Okay, well...you got it right! Here you go, text me anytime." before I handed you over the piece of paper. I glanced at the time, seeing that it was almost the end of our shift. I glanced at you before said:

"Okay, so when I get home, I'll try to talk about my husband about it. I swear, if he says yes, you'll be the first person to see my modeling picture!"

 

[Indiscretion]

I get a big kick out of seeing the shock on your face when I immediately guess the correct number.

"Okay, well...you got it right! Here you go, text me anytime."

I eagerly take the number and shove it in my pocket - I'll add it to my contacts list later.

"OK! So you're gonna raise the modeling thing with Mr Lopez tonight and get his okay. Text me how you go as soon as you can.

It's almost closing time but before we leave there is some unattended business to attend to. I say, "Now for the rest of our bet. First up, my fan needs a good nick name to cement our new special bond. Something special just for the two of us... Hmm maybe something to motivate your for modelling as well. Hang on, this might help me think."

I easily grab you by the hips and spin you around even bending you over a little for better access. "Thanks to guessing your number, I get to do this whenever I want from now on" I say with a laugh, roughly kneading your ass and this time not letting you go, just pawing at you like a piece of meat while I continue to speak. "Which gives me a great idea - your name is Bootylicious from now on. That's what I'm calling you and that's how you'll refer to yourself when you're with me."

"Last up is the date. It's game day tomorrow so I will be heading to the club with some friends. You can be my date." My hands are still roughly kneading your enourmous behind. "And don't dress like a mom, okay - I can't be embarrassed by my date looking anything other than totally hot."

After a few more seconds of groping, I slap your ass like you were a horse and say "OK, I'm done. Text me when you have told your hubby that you'll be modelling from now on."

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Now for the rest of our bet. First up, my fan needs a good nick name to cement our new special bond. Something special just for the two of us... Hmm maybe something to motivate your for modelling as well. Hang on, this might help me think."

You said those words, not eager to leave just yet. I wasn't either - you were just so full of surprises! One of them being when you just spun me around and bent me over just a tiny bit. My eyes were wide open, not knowing what even to expect but I played along with it anyway. I wanted to. "Thanks to guessing your number, I get to do this whenever I want from now on" you said, your hands wasting no time to go to my ass and start squeezing my big cheeks roughly, not letting me go and holding me in place. You continued, saying "Which gives me a great idea - your name is Bootylicious from now on. That's what I'm calling you and that's how you'll refer to yourself when you're with me."

I almost groan at the sound of the name. It sounded so dirty and something that I never even let my husband do! All I could say was "Uhuh, that sounds good to me." as I tried to fight the sensation that this felt so good. My eyes quickly darted around the cafe and I sighed in relief, seeing that no one was here besides us.

"Last up is the date. It's game day tomorrow so I will be heading to the club with some friends. You can be my date. And don't dress like a mom, okay - I can't be embarrassed by my date looking anything other than totally hot."

"O-Okay Derek..." I said, pushing my ass towards your perverted, greedy hands. I kept telling myself that this is what I had to pay for losing a bet. Besides, again, in my mind I really didn't think of how easy it was for Derek to win that bet so I kept telling myself that it was out of my hands and this wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault that this man that I had a crush on was feeling me up in a way that no one has before!

** SLAP **

I felt a sharp pain on my ass and a slight jiggle from my plump cheeks when he spanked my ass.

"OK, I'm done. Text me when you have told your hubby that you'll be modelling from now on."

...

I got home, trying not to think about earlier. I mean, how could I? I was reminded that I was married by seeing my husband and Ben sitting down on the kitchen table, eating dinner. I gave my husband a kiss on the cheek before I sat down and ate with them. We talked about our day, as we usually did, with Ben talking about how they were set for the finals - before the last game that decided which team they were to face off later this week. Which, if Derek's team did win tomorrow's game, would be against his archnemesis and the man that I just found so attractive! Well, that reminded me about earlier and I brought up the subject on the table. At first, both my son and husband were shocked! But then when I explained it to them that it was my dream to become a model and wanted to give it a shot while I still had the body and the chance...my husband caved in. I was set!

I gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek and while both Tommy and him were talking about the game, I went upstairs and snuck a bottle of wine to celebrate.

I went into my bedroom, the one which I shared with my husband as I began to text Derek:

"Guess who's going to try to become a model? "

 

[Indiscretion]

All of the boredom that I have been experiencing with girls evaporated in the course of one afternoon working at Texan Coffee with Mrs Lopez... or should I say "Bootylicious".

I can barely believe how easy it was to get you under my control and I'm quickly on the phone after I leave to my best friend Jared as I drive home, giving him a blow-by-blow account of what had happened. He can't contain himself and is laughing in disbelief. He wouldn't have believed me save that he had seen you at games shouting my name wearing a tiny top with my name on it.

At home I'm distracted by other things until I get a text from your number.

"Guess who's going to try to become a model?"

I respond by saying:

"I'm guessing Bootylicious?"

And then a second later:

"I hope you're celebrating! That's great news! You'll have to start practising doing pics!"

I enter your number in my phone under the name "Bootylicious".

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"I'm guessing Bootylicious?"

"Your one and only!" I typed back, grinning wildly before I jumped on my bed with the phone in my hand, like some sort of crazy happy teenager!

"I hope you're celebrating! That's great news! You'll have to start practising doing pics!"

"Well I am drinking some wine! Maybe a little later..."

...

And so, I found myself sipping my red wine and texting you, even as you were encouraging me to keep drinking. It funny, but I could see your point; I just got over a major hurdle towards my modeling career so it was worth it getting a little tipsy. Glass after glass, I kept writing to you, telling you how excited I was for the start of my modeling career. You seemed to be also, telling me how even as a model that I'd be your Bootylicious. God, that dirty nickname sent shivers down my spine. Then, after maybe my fifth or sixth glass I found myself giving into the thought of giving you a picture or two.

"Want to see a picture of me in my underwear?" I asked him.

I began to remove my clothes and found myself staring at the mirror in my black bra and panties. The panties were supposed to be a type of booty shorts that I enjoyed wearing, mainly because of how comfortable they felt, but with my ass being as big as they were, the shorts would wedge between each cheek and form a type of V. At first, I took a picture of my front; showing off my big 32G cup boobs and my flat stomach. Then I texted you "Want to see how big my ass is?", before I turned to the mirror and gave you a shot of my famous backside. "What do you think?"

Afterwards, I fell back on my bed and took another sip of my wine glass. "Honestly it felt good to have your hands on my body today. You know you are the only man besides my husband to do that?" I typed with a giggle escaping my mouth. "I hope that it was enough support from your number one fan for your game tomorrow "

 

[Indiscretion]

I thought that texting with you was going to be boring but in fact it was great fun. It doesn't take much to get you into the idea that you need to celebrate and from the tone and typing in your texts, it seems like you are drinking quite a lot.

"Have another glass Bootylicious! You deserve it!" I encourage you time and again, hardly giving you time to finish the last one before texting.

"You should toast to your first day being my Bootylicious! It's an important responsibility you've got supporting me and making sure that I'm ready for each game and to win the championship."

"You better not forget that you are my Bootylicious first and foremost even when you're a famous model you know."

I'm enjoying deliberately whipping you up into a teenage frenzy and filling your head with notions of being the star quarterback's girl and a famous model as well. This is like shooting fish in a barrel.

It didn't take long before you were sending me pics. These I immediately save to my phone's gallery as I'm pretty sure I'll find some use for them later.

You send me a great pic of your front in underwear and then you say "Want to see how big my ass is? What do you think?"

I respond by texting "Your ass is amazing Bootylicious, you know I love it. That's why I made you my number one fan. That's your way of supporting me. Congratulations."

I pause and then send "Do a video this time, like kneading your ass for me. It'll get me worked up for the game tomorrow."

And then our messages cross in the mail: "Honestly it felt good to have your hands on my body today. You know you are the only man besides my husband to do that I hope that it was enough support from your number one fan for your game tomorrow "

I respond "I'm glad you enjoyed it - I'm so glad we're friends now Bootylicious, I can use your body like that all season now. Maybe at college too next year! But tomorrow morning I'll want you there bright and early in the front row supporting me." I say this knowing full well that your own son will be playing in his own game - the most important game of the season and of his whole life - that very same day. "And I want you wearing tight little white booty shorts this time. No more hiding Bootylicious, I deserve better than that. I'll want to feel your booty before the game to get worked up so wear something that lets me do that. And of course a tight little top that shows off as much of your tits as well. If you do well enough maybe I will want to feel them as well!! I'm sure you'll enjoy that just as much!"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"I'm glad you enjoyed it - I'm so glad we're friends now Bootylicious, I can use your body like that all season now. Maybe at college too next year! But tomorrow morning I'll want you there bright and early in the front row supporting me." you texted me, making me think for a moment about Ben and his game. Of course, I don't think he minded me not being there; nor I think he would even notice. When my son was playing the game, he had almost no charisma and while he could play well, he would choke if he ever even so glanced at the crowd! "And I want you wearing tight little white booty shorts this time. No more hiding Bootylicious, I deserve better than that. I'll want to feel your booty before the game to get worked up so wear something that lets me do that. And of course a tight little top that shows off as much of your tits as well. If you do well enough maybe I will want to feel them as well!! I'm sure you'll enjoy that just as much!"

I didn't respond to you right away. Instead, I hurried off to my dresser and I looked for something that seemed like what you were asking for. Within maybe five minutes or so, I found a pair of tight white shorts that I never wore, for obvious reasons. I tried them on and I could feel how tight they were around my ass! I glanced around the mirror and saw while they covered my ass well, that they were starting to wedge between the crack of each big ass cheek. Smiling, I began to record me kneading my own ass, digging in there before adding the caption "I can't wait for my big star to do this to me tomorrow This ass will be supporting you tomorrow <3"

...

The next day came.

I wasn't completely hungover, but I definitely knew that I drank a lot the night before. Still, it wasn't as if I was a big mess and I took my time to get ready for your big game. I came up with a reason to not show up to Ben's, telling my husband that I needed to be at the cafe in the morning. Truth was that I snuck out of own home and dressed up in the washroom in Williams High School. I came out, wearing those tight white booty shorts and that same tight shirt that said "DEREK" on the middle, stretched out because of my big boobs. I wore hoop earings, thinking that it was a good look on me and typed at my phone:

"I'm here and waiting for you. Want me to meet me in a washroom so you can feel me up and get worked up for your big game?"

 

[Indiscretion]

"I can't wait for my big star to do this to me tomorrow This ass will be supporting you tomorrow <3"

And then the glorious video of you kneading that giant booty, carefully making the two enormous cheeks gyrate in the white booty shorts I had requested, obviously doing your best to ensure that you were maximizing my... my something? My pleasure? Getting me "ready" for the next game? I wasn't sure. But I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. This was definitely moving in the right direction. While watching your video, I began to jack off, thinking about the things I would be doing to your body in a matter of days or weeks that would go way beyond relatively innocent touching and groping.

After drifting into a deep and relaxed sleep, I wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed. Remembering the texting from last night, I chuckle at the thought your support actually was helping me sleep better and prepare for games. I get ready to play and my mind is soon full of the critical strategies and other information for today's game.

Then my phone bleeped, just as I was arriving at the stadium. "I'm here and waiting for you. Want me to meet me in a washroom so you can feel me up and get worked up for your big game?"

I text back right away "Morning Bootylicious. Hope you're dressed appropriately. Come meet me in the film room, just to the right of the home team locker room."

I know that the film room will be unoccupied before a game and that I can lock it from the inside. When I arrive, I smile to see what you are wearing. Exactly what I have requested, plus the skimpy "DEREK" tank top and some hoop earrings that make you look like a teenage bimbo, which I think is a very nice touch.

"Heyyyy!" I say on seeing you, "get in here for some preparation", opening the door and ushering you in with a firm slap on the ass, enjoying your obvious delight at my reaction.

I grab a seat and sit on it, indicating that you should straddle me, facing towards me. I say, "We've got a few minutes to prepare so let's make the most of them. I want commitment, Bootylicious!"

With that my hands are all over your ass, kneading them again firmly and pressing your crotch against mine. My cock is hardening quickly and I can feel you gyrating on top of it, my rod pressing against your pussy, separated only by my football pants and your shorts. I say "You're doing a good job Bootylicious, way to use your body to get me worked up and ready. And I love this top."

With that, my hands fly to your boobs, roughly squeezing them through the top for a moment before boldly slipping underneath your top and getting a better feel for them through your bra, forcing your tank top up and up til it is riding around your chest with your huge tits contained in their bra out in the open with me pawing at you possessively.

"You're the best fan a boy could want," I say encouragingly, playing with your nipples a little through your bra. "Do you enjoy me touching your boobs as much as your ass? Can you feel how hard and worked up you are making me?" To make that last point clear, I place my hands on your ass again to press your crotch firmly against my now rod hard large young cock.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Heyyyy!" you said right as you saw me come in the deserted room. You celebrated by slapping me right on the slip, with me squealing in delight from it. I mean, I felt excitement but this was more to help pump you up for the game! Right? Well anyway, within a moment I found myself on your lap, with you facing me and saying: "We've got a few minutes to prepare so let's make the most of them. I want commitment, Bootylicious!"

Within moments, your hands were all over my big ass, kneading those cheeks of mine and pressing your crotch on mine. I groaned a bit from the sensation, enjoying how your hands felt against my ass and how your fingers were digging in. I wiggled myself on your lap, rubbing myself against your body. "You're doing a good job Bootylicious, way to use your body to get me worked up and ready. And I love this top."

"Uhuh...me too..." I said softly, enjoying now your hands squeezing my big boobs through my top. "Do...you like how your name is on it? I do." I added, tossing my head back as you slipping underneath my top, giving me the opportunity to really feel your skin.

"You're the best fan a boy could want," you said now, playing with my nipples through my white bra "Do you enjoy me touching your boobs as much as your ass? Can you feel how hard and worked up you are making me?" you said, pressing me against your growing bulge. I groaned in response, feeling the big hard bulge poke my ass. "Oooh I do...Do you like it when I do this...? How does your cock feel against my big ass?" I asked, moving my ass until your bulge is pressing between my fat cheeks and I began to move my ass, so that it is probing my cheeks. "Squeeze my boobs more...I love it...." I said, moaning out to your ear, giving into the feeling a bit and letting my quarterback dreamboat know that he could feel my body as much as he wanted before the game.

...


The game was so exciting.

After Derek got to feel me up as much as he wanted, I went back upstairs on the stage and watched him play. I cheered for him as much as I could, my heart racing and pounding to the point where I completely forgot that my son, Ben, was playing in another part of the city! Instead I was here, cheering his rival and bouncing my tits up and down for him, hoping that he would see me. I blew him kisses whenever he got a touchdown and once he won the game like before, I squealed with so much delight. In fact, the only difference from a few days ago was that I ran down to him and gave him a big hug in front everybody!

 

[Indiscretion]

"Do...you like how your name is on it? I do."

"Sure I do," I say, taking my time kneading your tits and treating you like a piece of meat. "Makes me feel like you are my property, which is exactly a what a good Bootylicious should be for her boy right?"

"Oooh I do...Do you like it when I do this...? How does your cock feel against my big ass?"

"I do," I respond, my cock now rock hard as it presses against your massive ass. I'm surprised to hear you talk as dirty as this, though, as I thought you were still living the fiction of being a good little housewife who was just a dutiful fan.

"Squeeze my boobs more...I love it...."

I don't need to be asked and start to go to town on your boobs, taking full ownership of them and saying "So do I. I think we better make them part of my rights - like your ass I get to touch them whenever I want okay?"

....

During the game I settle into my usual focussed mindset but that doesn't prevent me from noticing you from bouncing up and down and cheering my name at every opportunity. I play up to it, catching your kisses and tapping my lips and dedicating a couple of TDs to you this game, although the rest went to the cheerleaders. None of this went unnoticed. It's a small town and most people at the game knew who you are and that your son is a star player for the rival West High team. No one can quite understand what you are doing dressed like some kind of teenage groupie with my name plastered on your tits and calling out my name. Inevitably people start to gossip about you in the stands, so much so that you can even hear a bit of it ... "What does her husband think about this!?" "Isn't her son playing over at West right now?" "I heard about her and Derek touching each other very inappropriately at the cafe."

And almost out of the blue the game is over. A crushing victory. The rumors do not die down as you sprint out in the front of the crowd to reach me first to celebrate, pressing your phat body against mine.

I don't resist - in fact I wrap an arm around you possessively and cradle your ass right in front of everyone, squeezing it easily. As my teammates come over it I say "Guys, this is Bootylicious, she's my biggest fan and she's been using that booty of hers to motivate me to win. You guys should show your appreciation."

They know who you are and there is high fiving and whooping at my comments.

As the rest of the crowd is soon approaching to surround me, I quickly add, just to you. "Tonight is date night Bootylicious. Don't dress like a mom, we're going somewhere cool. Get your body nice and perfect and ready for me and I will swing by at 10 to pick you up. With that I am carried away by cheering well wishers, leaving Bootylicious behind.

I wonder to myself idly how you will explain to your family that I am picking you up at 10pm with you dressed as a slut.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"Angela. What on earth are you wearing?"

My husband saw me in our bedroom, dressed up in an outfit that I could only explain as slutty. The outfit that we both saw reflecting from the mirror was a super tight red top, long sleeves with my fit stomach showing; it covered my big breasts although showed a whole lot of cleavage. The most noticeable feature of the bright red top was the logo of your school around my right breast, clearly showing just who this outfit is mean to support. Of course, then there was what I was wearing on my lower half; a super tight pair of red booty shorts that barely even covered my big ass cheeks - the tight material accumulating in between and looking incredibly scandalous. The outfit was completed by the hoop earrings I had on, which I never used to wear, and a pair of three inch heels.I never wore anything even close to this and my husband knew that something was up. I felt like I needed to tell him the truth but at the same time, I had some trouble believing that he'd be okay with it. God, I was just lucky that Ben was still out and nowhere around to see this! I couldn't even imagine the look of disappointment that he'd have.

"Honey, he's a co-worker now and I happen to like his team." I began to say, finishing up my make up and putting on some lip palm; it was strawberry flavor, something that I never really put on since well...ever. "Besides, even if I like his team it doesn't mean I support Ben's team any less." I added, putting it down and moving my hair around, like as if I was eighteen years old again and waiting for a big date. "But..." my husband began to protest, until I turned to face him "Besides, we should be grateful! He's a town legend and he's helping me reach out to agencies. Doesn't that mean something to you? I want to support him and if it means wearing these colors and having him ogle me, then I fine with it and so should you!"



My husband then caved in. The thing is while I never really pushed my husband on any issue, the second I raised my voice he sort of backed off. I don't know if he actually agreed with me or not, but he nodded and let me leave the room, the second we both heard the bell ring...

** DING DONG ***

"Don't wait up honey!" I said, kissing him on the cheek as I rushed downstairs and opened the door.

"What do you think?" I asked you, smiling as I caught you checking me out. I closed the door behind me.

 

[Indiscretion]

As you open the door I see you standing there looking like some kind of crazed teenager in a skin tight very revealing 2 piece in my school colors, with the tight booty shorts basically riding all the way up your amazing ass. As you close the door, I see your husband in the background peering out in dismay as he catches a glimpse of me.

I am beaming with happiness and pride at the amazing outfit that you are wearing. I don't even know where you found a tight bodysuit with booty shorts in my school colors and my school logo at such short notice but I absolutely love it! "Amazing, Bootylicious! You look AMAZING! Give me a spin so you I can check you out!"

As you happily comply, glowing under the praise that I am showering on you, I say "One last thing, though, I want more of that booty on display." Without asking I simply take the bottom of your shorts between my fingers and roughly jerk each side up one by one til your shorts are wedged uncomfortably in your ass almost like a thong which each enormous cheek protruding. "Be sure you keep it like this all night, okay. We're on a date and that's how I like it. And in the future, only booty shorts or thongs. That's the rules. Or nothing" I add with a wink.

I take your hand and lead you out to my car, a very hot Stang that is rumored to have been an under the table payment by a college courting my services next year.

My friend Jared is in the back seat. Like me his is blonde and handsome, but even bigger than I am - a bit of a beefcake. "This is Jared, my left tackle. He's my protection on the field. Treat him with respect. Jared, this is Bootylicious. She's my date tonight so treat her as if she's my girlfriend because that's the part she'll be playing tonight. Isn't that right Bootylicious? And isn't her booty delicious?"

"Sure is!" Jared cheerfully announces from the back seat.

As we cruise off to the club, I happily chatter away congratulating you on doing a good job supporting me for the last couple of days. The mood is light and soon enough we are at the club, a fashionable, busy, dark underground cavern with a velvet rope at the front door, two intimidating bouncers and a long line. All of the faces are young people in their early 20s... or even younger, you suspect as you think you recognize a few faces of students from your son's school. You wonder if they will recognize you. With that ass, how could they not??

As soon as they see me, the bouncers wave me over and open the velvet rope, allowing us to cut the line and enter free of charge. There is cheering and high fiving and some photos on iPhones as people realize who I am.

Once we make it inside, there is a lot of loud music and a crowd of young people gyrating together on the dance floor and pressed against each other at the bar. We are quickly ushered to a table by a server who gives you a double take when she sees that you are a bit older and what you are wearing. But she just winks in an understanding way.

I order a round of drinks, including some bottles, and don't even ask you want you want, simply handing you glass after glass of cocktails that are deliciously sweet if somewhat strong tasting.

"Drink up, Bootylicious, I want you nice and relaxed if we are going to have some fun tonight."

At that, Jared pipes up and says "Hey, aren't you sposed to be Derek's girlfriend tonight? Shouldn't you be on his lap, cuddling up with him?"

I say, "He's right, get that ass of yours over here and on my lap. And you can start grinding on me as well for good measure."

A couple of heads turn as you take your place obediently on my lap. I encourage your hips to move a little on me and say "Come on Bootylicious, it's your number one priority to keep my cock hard, you know that. You need to work harder. You want to keep me happy right? Or should I find another girlfriend?"

I slurp noisily on my cocktail waiting for you to comply. I welcome your movements with encouraging noises and guiding you with my hands until you feel my cock hardening noticeably underneath you. "Good girl," I purr encouragingly,"You're doing a good job." As you work your cock you notice a man with a videocamera filming us. The feed is being live broadcast onto a big screen over the dancefloor and there is some cheers from the crowd as people recognize who I am and see how well I am being taken care of by some big titted, big assed Latina slut. There is also some tittering as you think you see people who know your son from school recognize you but you push those thoughts from your head.

After a few minutes of idle chatter while you gyrate on my hardening cock with your meaty ass, I begin to get a bit horny for some more touching and so peremptorily decide that it's time to dance. I lead you to the floor, leaving Jared talking to some club bimbo and position you facing away from me.

"Grind me Bootylicious, see how hard you can make me... and make sure your shorts are properly positioned the way I like okay?"

I encourage you to back into me with my hands on your hips and after a few moments I feel your body relax into mine and you eagerly gyrate your ass across my hardening rod, with your eyes closed. My hands quickly close over your tits, kneading them firmly when all of a sudden you are shocked out of your reverie by the feeling of me gently turning your head towards mine until our lips meet and I aggressively open your mouth with my tongue. I continue to grind my cock against your ass and paw at your tits with one hand while my mouth is locked with yours, my tongue exploring your mouth, kissing you lewdly, with force and passion in a way that you haven't ever been kissed, even as a younger woman. The kiss continues for a few seconds and you are pretty sure you can hear cheering - or is that fireworks in your own head - as I maul you roughly, my tongue exploring every inch of your married mouth.

When I finally release you, you look at me in shock and I smile in a good natured way and gesture at the cameraman who is filming us. You immediately understand - our kiss was broadcast on the screen. Sure enough, most of the other dancers are applauding us with big grins and I grin back at them stupidly and point admiringly at your body. "See, Bootylicious, it's like a kiss cam at a pro sports game. It'd be rude not to kiss you. Besides you're being my girlfriend tonight and surely I need to kiss my girlfriend on a date, right?"

Before you can answer I continue by saying "You know that's the best thing about you Bootylicious. I don't have the time or energy for a real girlfriend but you are someone who I can do this stuff safe in the knowledge that you're married and it's all innocent! It's much better for me this season to have you taking care of me than some girl with expectations of something like a relationship!"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

I was so happy when I saw the look in your eye, although that happiness became panic - I knew that my husband must have been watching, so when you said "One last thing, though, I want more of that booty on display." and began to take the bottom of my shorts and wedged them between my two famously big ass cheeks, I almost protested. I didn't look at any window at my place, instead I just gasped at every movement you did to my shorts and I let you finish. "Be sure you keep it like this all night, okay. We're on a date and that's how I like it. And in the future, only booty shorts or thongs. That's the rules. Or nothing" you finished with a wink. I chuckled, blushing a bit as your friends must have seen that. "Okay, anything for you..." I said back before you took my hand and led me to your very, very nice car.

I met Jared in there, your big friend and I greeted him when I got in. I blushed from having someone else see me like this, so up close and personal but I didn't let it get to me. Instead, I happily sat with you as we made our way to the club. It was a dark, modern place with all sorts of younger people around. I panicked again, thinking that I saw some of Ben's friends around - which honestly made me second guess everything for a least a moment there. I tried my best to shake off those feelings, coming in with you and trying not to get too paranoid of the flashes of light of people taking pictures of you, the star quarterback. The loud music was deafening as soon as we got in, a crowd of people dancing so close to each other. The server led us to our table and gave me this look - not a judging one, but one that basically said 'have some fun'.

"Drink up, Bootylicious, I want you nice and relaxed if we are going to have some fun tonight."

"You know it." I answered back, sipping the fruity alcoholic drink that I was handed. I didn't know what it was, but it tasted good.

Jared then added to our conversation "Hey, aren't you sposed to be Derek's girlfriend tonight? Shouldn't you be on his lap, cuddling up with him?"

You grin, saying "He's right, get that ass of yours over here and on my lap. And you can start grinding on me as well for good measure."

Without another word, I got up and moved over to you. I slowly sat my ass down to your lap, finishing my drink in my hand before I brought my hands to your thighs. "Come on Bootylicious, it's your number one priority to keep my cock hard, you know that. You need to work harder. You want to keep me happy right? Or should I find another girlfriend?"

Oh no, I didn't go this far for you to look for someone else! I began to rock my hips against yours, moving my ass on your lap - with my back facing you. "Good girl," you encouraged me with a husky voice "You're doing a good job."

I moved my ass against yours, grinding my body on yours in a way that I felt your cock poking against my ass. I was doing great, even when that man with a videocamera came towards us and started pointing the camera at us. There was a look of panic in my eyes, before I started to distract myself with rubbing my body on yours. I decided to give the camera a little show, with my ass twerking on your growing, rock hard bulge. You unexpectedly got up and dragged me away from the seat, leading me towards the dance floor.

"Grind me Bootylicious, see how hard you can make me... and make sure your shorts are properly positioned the way I like okay?"

"Okay sweety." I answered back, as if we were a couple. I 'adjusted' my shorts the way that you liked before we started to dance. Or, more like you were dry humping me on the dance floor, my ass pressing against your growing cock. I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling of it ass, with your hands feeling up my body and squeezing my big tits. I gasped and softly moaned, thinking that it would help you feel good. I was a bit shocked, or caught offguard when you moved my head though, your lips coming to mine and kissing me! I opened my eyes for a moment, seeing the dancing couples and the crowd of people, with you grinding me still! I closed my eyes again, enjoying the feeling and pushing my big Latina ass on your obviously thick cock. Another moan escaped my lips, this one a bit more loud "Oooooooh" as your tongue devoured mine, our tongues twirling and touching each others. When you let me go, I looked at you in shock, not knowing what got into you. That's when you gestured towards the cameraman, which made me realize that the whole thing was being broadcast!

"See, Bootylicious, it's like a kiss cam at a pro sports game. It'd be rude not to kiss you. Besides you're being my girlfriend tonight and surely I need to kiss my girlfriend on a date, right?"

The thing was that while I was shocked and honestly scared that people might have watched that, there was something else that worried me.

How badly I wanted another lewd kiss like that...

"You know that's the best thing about you Bootylicious. I don't have the time or energy for a real girlfriend but you are someone who I can do this stuff safe in the knowledge that you're married and it's all innocent! It's much better for me this season to have you taking care of me than some girl with expectations of something like a relationship!"

I grinned at your words, before I said "Of course, it's all innocent. But for tonight, I'm your girlfriend Derek. I want to make you feel good!" grinding on you again, secretly hoping for the cameraman to come by again. Truth be told, I wanted to make you feel good - both for your game, and for the fact that I never felt so much excitement in my entire life! Sure, I was married but I guess that there was nothing wrong of the fact that my inner lips were a bit wet from excitement. It was just a natural reaction right? The pleasure of pleasuring you! I looked around the room a bit, both in fear that someone I know saw me and also because...well..."Do you want to go somewhere private? That way you can use me a lot more!"

 

[Indiscretion]

"Do you want to go somewhere private? That way you can use me a lot more!"

"Now that's a very good idea Bootylicious. You can just be like a doll for me to play with. All very...innocent..."

I take you by the hand through the club again, this time leading you to a room attended by a security guard. As soon as he recognizes me, he opens the door and ushers me in. "Take as long as you need Derek, I'll make sure you're not disturbed."

I nod my thanks. Through the door is a low lit but well furnished room, containing a few low laying comfortable chairs, some lamps, a chaise longue and what looks like a big circular day bed in the middle of the room. The same music as is playing on the dance floor is being piped into this room, albeit more quietly.

"We'll have some privacy here Bootylicious. Anything that happens next is totally between us. This is a world where you're my slut.. I mean uhh.. girlfriend for me to use however I want, how do you like that?"

As I am speaking my hands are busy at work on your body, quickly pulling your top over your shoulders and revealing your enormous tits in their bra. "See, you shouldn't hide your body from me Bootylicious, its much easier to use you when its skin to skin. You want to make me cum, don't you?"

With that you feel me tugging off your shorts, somehow getting them over your wide hips and massive ass until you are standing in your heels and hoop earrings wearing nothing else except your underwear.

"It feels better to make your body available to me to use like this, doesn't it."

With that I am removing my own clothes. As I do so, I continue to speak. "After all, your number one duty is to keep me hard. And of course it's not a good idea for me to be hard for too long without relief. So its also your duty to ensure that I cum regularly."

And I step out of my underwear to reveal a rock hard, thick, long young cock gleaming in the low level light and standing up dead straight like a baseball bat, silhoetted against my washboard abs and heavily muscled torso.

"You can start by dragging your booty over it, and if you do that well I will let you touch it, and use your body in other ways.

Soon you find your near naked ass pressed against my cock again, but this time you can feel its heat and stifness and the stickiness of gleaming precum as you drag yourself acrosss it trying to get me as hard as you can.

"Grab it with your ass and squeeze,slut." I command, starting to forget myself as I get lost in the moment. "Jerk off my cock with your ass like the butt slut you are."

Realizing I've gone too far I continue by taking your hand in mine and placing it firmly on my cock behind you, letting you run your hand up and down on the know wet and rock hard cock that is pressing against you.

"Sorry if that's crude Bootylicious. That's just how excited you got me."

And to change the subject, I easily unclasp your bra and watch it fall to the ground so I have better access to cup your tits with my greedy hands while you work on my cock with your ass and hand.

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

FONT="Lucida Sans Unicode"]I might have been a bit tipsy when you brought me into that room. I thought that it was well furnished; looking more like a small comfortable studio apartment than a sleazy room in a sleazy nightclub. I grinned when I saw the room, not even realizing that I was here to help pleasure you! That is, until you came close to me in order to bring that up:

"We'll have some privacy here Bootylicious. Anything that happens next is totally between us. This is a world where you're my slut.. I mean uhh.. girlfriend for me to use however I want, how do you like that?"

I chuckled at that accidental slip of tongue you made. After all, I wasn't a slut! I was here to help you, making you pumped for your game and nothing more. I mean, it was completely innocent right? Just because it involved my body it didn't necessarily mean that I was doing anything slutty by being here, right? Well, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice your hands playing with my chest, before pulling my tight red shirt above my head!

"See, you shouldn't hide your body from me Bootylicious, its much easier to use you when its skin to skin. You want to make me cum, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, Derek." I said a bit hesitantly as you began to tug on my super tight shorts. You didn't mention anything about cum earlier...no? I don't know, I was just so tipsy right now. But I would be lying if I didn't get a rush of excitement of standing in front of you, my big boobs in a bar and my huge ass in this tight pair of underwear. So, when you said:

"It feels better to make your body available to me to use like this, doesn't it."

I nodded, truthfully saying "Of course Derek! It feels so much better" with a slight twinge between my legs, a slight dampness in my inner lips. This only got worse when you began to remove your clothes, showing to me your hard, chiseled body "After all, your number one duty is to keep me hard. And of course it's not a good idea for me to be hard for too long without relief. So its also your duty to ensure that I cum regularly."

...And then, a huge, massive cock that began to show outside of your underwear!

"You can start by dragging your booty over it, and if you do that well I will let you touch it, and use your body in other ways."

Then I found myself, rubbing my nearly naked ass on your cock. At first, I gasped at the sensation; a rock hard, warm shaft pressing on my big round cheeks. I especially rubbed it against the underside of each plump cheeks, feeling the tip of it just barely brush against my panties covered pussy.

"Grab it with your ass and squeeze,slut. Jerk off my cock with your ass like the butt slut you are...Sorry if that's crude Bootylicious. That's just how excited you got me."

"I - ohhh" I began to said, a soft moan escaping my lips when you unclasped my bra, letting it fall onto the floor while your hands got busy with my big G cup tits. I groaned, rubbing my ass against your cock some more. "I...I don't mind it Derek. Call me anything you want..." I began to say, between some panting breath "I'm your slut, if you want!", rubbing your huge half in between my cheeks, letting it probe my ass a little while your hands began to get rough with my breasts.

"Ohhh Derek...." I moaned as you continued. I began to hump my big ass against your cock, essentially fucking myself with it...against my panties, of course. "How could this thing fit inside anyone...?"[/FONT]

 

[Indiscretion]

As you drag your ass across my cock, firmly pressing my cock against your pussy, I can feel the desire in your body. My hands confidently work there way around your tits and I basically treat you like a piece of meat, growing in confidence about my absolute control over you as you confirm you are happy for me to call you slut and, it seems, to do whatever I want to your body.

"How could this thing fit inside anyone...?"

I smile to myself as you are obviously thinking about me inside you. I wonder idly to myself if I should take the plunge now. I suspect that you'd let me but I'm also careful enough to realize that if I push things too far tonight, you may have too much remorse in the morning. So I decide to wait and maintain the fiction that we are just doing things to help keep me pumped up and relaxed for games and football practice.

So I just respond by saying "Well, Bootylicious, if you're a good slut and keep me satisfied and hard as much as you can, and keep me cumming regularly maybe one day I will reward you by using your pussy. But for now I think it would just be better if you got me off with your hands. Maybe as a compromise I will shoot my cum into your mouth as a reward for being such a good slut for me.... Here..."

With that I gently guide you around so you are facing me and encourage you down onto your knees, my giant young meat standing stiff as a ramrod just inches from your face. "Go ahead and touch it," I say, moving your hands to my shaft, which is already wet from a combination of precum and your juices. "If you do a good job I might even let you bring me home so we can sleep in your house tonight so I am well rested for practise tomorrow. And... I didn't want to say anything because it's a surprise... but I might have some exciting news from the modelling agency!"

 

[Little_Red_Rose]

"If you do a good job I might even let you bring me home so we can sleep in your house tonight so I am well rested for practise tomorrow. And... I didn't want to say anything because it's a surprise... but I might have some exciting news from the modelling agency!"

And just like that, I brought my hand to your huge, pulsing cock.

I don't know why. Maybe I was using the modeling agency as an excuse right now - I wanted to touch your cock, to feel it in my hands. Maybe there was some excited to being called a slut by an eighteen year old, star quarterback! It was obvious to me that you thought that I was hot - hotter than any of the cheerleaders, or girls from your school. I mean, you were the star quarterback and you could have anyone help you get pumped up for your games, and it was me!

Anyway, with that said...my hand was on your cock! For a moment, I was there on my knees, completely uncaring to the fact that my big boobs were just so exposed right now, with my dark nipples just poking out from how excited I was! My fingers tried to wrap around but couldn't from just how wide it was. I began to move my hand up and down, before I brought my free hand to come play with it too.

"It's just so big Derek!" I said, jerking my hands up and down "I don't think it could even fit in my mouth!"

And that said, I brought my mouth to the tip and wow, I was right! I couldn't fit the entire thing in, but I did my best - bringing my lips around maybe a fraction of your cock before I began to salivate over it. I moved my tongue all around and across the surface, all the while jerking your shaft, with my eyes opened and looking up at you.