Superbowl 50: Cheerleaders Suck!

I have to confess that I've never really been into sports, but Superbowl 50 was filled with excitement.  Days before, an older married man that I would see on occasion got in touch with me to see if I had any plans for the big game.  He had told his wife that he wanted to go to the bar with his friends, but really wanted to spend that time with me.  I'm not one to turn away a horny friend, so of course I invited him over.  I even offered to get into the spirit of things and wear my cheerleader outfit and he loved the idea.

He arrived about half an hour before the game to find me dressed in my tight top, stuffed and padded bra, pleaded skirt, long socks, sneakers, and blonde wig.  I had teased the hair up a little after watching a video on YouTube.  I was holding a medium sized plug inside me so that I would have to keep my ass clenched a bit to make my butt even tighter.  He had brought a case of canned beer which I put in the refrigerator while making sure to bend over and expose my butt.  I said that he should sit on the couch and relax as I brought him a beer.  I had put out some chips and strategically hid a towel and some lube (a boy has to be prepared!).  He sat down and opened the beer as he briefly told me about deceiving his wife and how hot I looked.  I sat next to him on the edge of the couch and started rubbing his half-erect cock through his jeans.  Within a minute, I had his button and fly undone and freed his shaft to stand at attention.

He is about seven inches, with a helmet head slightly larger than his shaft, and a slight curve that angles due north.  Though he wasn't quite there yet, I also knew that his soft, smooth skin turns to veiny rock when he gets close to climax.  I had cleared the area directly in front of the couch to allow room for me to be on my knees throughout the game.  I had planned to play my own game of keeping him hard and making him shoot many times.  I let my inner slut take over, got between his legs, and began very slowly working his cock with my lips, tongue, and hands.  He moaned as my head slid down onto his cock.  Within seconds of him being inside the warmth of my mouth, I tasted precum oozing across my tongue.  This little gift made me moan, but I was careful to keep my slow pace.  I wanted him to last a while.

I was lost in my own little world with his big cock.  He was watching the television and drinking his beer.  His shaft gradually grew thicker and harder as I worked him at a steady pace.  From our prior experiences together, I knew that he usually gets vocal when he is close to an orgasm, so when he started to moan loudly, I would slow down or loosen my grip slightly.  Round 1 lasted about 25 minutes, which was right before the game started.  I was successfully edging him until he surprised me by putting his hand on my head.  He force my skull up and down maybe a dozen times before he moaned and sighed loudly as his first load fired into my mouth.  I had to swallow several times to accept all of the milky gift he was giving me.  Like a good little slut, I kept my lips wrapped around him as to not make a mess.  Once he finished and he took his hand away, I made a couple more very slow strokes his my lips to clean his shaft.  I sat back with a big smile on my face as he relaxed and his erection faded.  After licking my lips and wiping my face with the towel, I asked if he needed another beer.  With less than a minute until kickoff, I quickly freshened up (mainly checking my wig), grabbed his beer, and sat down next to him.  He barely moved, with his pants undone and barely pulled down, his cock was now flaccid, and I was already planning for the next round.

My hand naturally gravitated to his cock.  He was fixated on the game while I couldn't take my eyes off his slobbery manhood.  I played with it and rolled his balls around slowly.  After maybe ten minutes, I was on my knees again.  I pulled his jeans down and carefully removed them.  My hands pushed on his inner thighs to spread his legs while my face dove to taste him.  I started with my tongue on his sac right in front of his taint and slowly dragged it up, pushing his balls and making him jump slightly.  With that, I opened wide and sucked one of them past my lips.  He always tasted so manly with his musk.  I rolled his testicle in my mouth slowly as his pubes tickled my lips.  My left hand found his cock and began stroking his shaft.  My eyes were closed as I concentrated on licking his sweet sac and feeling him gradually stiffen against my hand.  By the time his sac began to tighten, I had licked all the flavor from it.  It was time to taste his cock again and he was only about half erect.  My mouth lined up and I took him all the way in.  My nose pressed against his stomach and I could feel him pushing at the top of my throat.  I moved my head up and down slowly to stimulate a little more blood flow.  A couple minutes later, he was nearly hard as rock with his tip bulging and leaking precum.

By this point, I was super horny and my tight hole was squeezing my butt plug for all it was worth.  I was gripping almost to the point of pain, which helped to calm be down a bit.  Regardless, I was ready to get fucked.  He seemed very relaxed, but was spurred to life when I said I needed it.  I grabbed the lube and took his hand as I stood and motioned for him to follow.  With a short trip around to the back of the couch, I let his hand go, bent over, and spread my legs to let my stomach rest on the padding of the couch.  I closed my eyes as I felt his hands lift my skirt and grab my hips.  With a slight release, the plug popped out and hit the floor.  Seconds later, lube dripped into the crack of my ass quickly followed by the head of his hard cock rubbing it around.  I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted it to last.  He was being firm, but patient as he spread the lube around my hole and lined up to take me.  His tip pressed against my hole with a slow, but determined pace.  He began to moan softly as he force my sphincter open and his head slid into me.  I couldn't help bucking slightly at the moment of entry, but quickly exhaled and relaxed to accept his cock.  He pushed forward pinning my hips against the couch.  His cock was harder than ever as he pushed into me just slow enough that I didn't scream in pain.  He wielded a respectable girth and my hole was unusually tight.

My butt was in the air, face down towards the seat of the couch, legs straight and spread, hips resting on the back of the couch, and daddy's rock-hard manhood was deep in my gut.  There was a distinct pause when he finished his initial thrust.  He was all the way in, with his hips pushing against my butt, and I heard a slight quiver in his breathing.  I almost expected to feel his shaft pulsate and his load flow into me, but his cock stayed firm.  Ten or fifteen seconds later, his breathing was under control and he started moving again.  He was using my fuck hole to edge himself and it couldn't have turned me on more.  My hole gripped his shaft and tugged against him as he pulled out almost to the head.  He worked my hole a few times at a snails pace as I adjusted to his girth and relaxed my hole.  He had complete control and I was absolutely fine with it.  He would go deep and I would squirm a little and my moaning was pretty consistent, but I was in heaven with daddy's erection impaling me.

Daddy's attention went back to the game as he continued fucking me at a steady pace.  I just enjoyed the moment with my eyes closed, mouth open, and breathing heavily.  Once I really relaxed, I was put into a state of pure bliss.  He was grinding against spots inside me with just the right pressure and tempo.  He wasn't really trying, but it felt like he was pushing all my buttons just right to send me into a blissful orgasmic trance.  My whole body began to gently tingle and all of my muscles relaxed.  I could hear the television and daddy saying a few things, either to me or the game, but I couldn't tell what was being said.  I was like this for a while, but I have no idea how long.  It was like a sexual meditation that I've only felt a few times before.  I couldn't think, feel, hear, or move as daddy kept fucking his cheerleader whore.

My snap back to reality came with an upset yell followed by a string of profanities.  Something had happened in the game that put him in a more aggressive state.  He was cursing the other team as his hands gripped down on my hips.  He began thrusting harder, very deep, and very forceful.  He was still hitting all the right buttons, but much harder and faster.  I started to scream involuntarily, which only seemed to egg him on.  This only lasted for about a minute, but it was an amazing sixty seconds!  I started to cum first.  My cock had been pushed into the cushion this whole time and I was still soft, but the cum began to flow.  My hole clenched down on daddy's shaft and the pain started in as he continued forcing me open.  This only added to my pleasure as my back arched and he began breeding me all the way in my gut.  He kept pounding me as I screamed, gasped, convulsed, and my cock kept trying to shoot more cum.  By the time he took his last few thrusts, I was exhausted.  As he pulled out, I remained motionless, collapsed over the back of the couch, with a gaping hole filled with daddy's fresh seed.  My wig had fallen off at some point, bra was out of place, skirt was pulled up to my waist, and I couldn't even feel my legs.

I rested for a few minutes while daddy got another beer and continued watching the game.  Once I caught my breath and felt my hole close, I toweled the mess around my hole and sat next to him on the couch again.  We were just in time for the halftime show, but I couldn't stop thinking about what was in store for me in the second half.  Thirty minutes of game time was about two hours of taking daddy's dick in my mouth and ass over and over.  Most of this is a blur in my memory to this day, but I know I was loving it the whole time.  I remember hoping Superbowl 51 was just as fun!