"Against?"
"Your own stuff back...or equivalent"
He took a sip of the wine, handed back the glass and took the club.
"It's all about confidence," I said, as he was digging in. My own toes were curled once more, remembering how erotic the fine sand had been against my bare feet.
"Or incentive," he muttered, smiling.
My toes pressed a little deeper into the grass. "Just remember to swing right through the ball."
He did that all right. In fact, it was quickly apparent he'd have to hit the flagstick. Which he did. But not enough of it. After the ricochet off the flagstick , it was all downhill, literally, to about 18 feet distance -- leaving one of the most difficult putts on the entire course. I didn't say a word, didn't dare risk it, didn't want to give him any excuse to pull out -- but I can tell you, girls, my juices were flowing.
His ball rolled down a swail and came to rest 5 feet away. Being male, he wasn't best pleased...he certainly didn't waste any time getting out of the jacket and shirt. And the bulge?...now THAT was promising. I didn't waste any time either, despite the catch in my throat, "Those, for that," emphasizing the point about the briefs for the remaining 5 or so foot putt, with the correct little nods of my head.
I thought he had it. Tough as it was...with the sloping side lie, I thought it was in. Right up until it lipped out.
Girls, he was gorgeous. Thick, with that lovely little curve -- and I know we say size doesn't matter, but we don't have to say anything at all when the tip curves up past his navel. He was Gorgeous, standing there with his shorts dangling from one hand. So why didn't I take him right there? Why did I take out the second ball from my pocket and roll it into his feet?
Because I could! Because I was in complete charge and loving it -- and he was hardly going to go off the boil without me noticing. Because I'd indulged in a little CFNM back in college, just one weekend, with some frat boys...
When the silence had stretched as long as I dared let it, I sipped the wine and said, "I promised to help with your short game and putting as well. You said it yourself -- it's all about incentive. Have you never heard of forfeits...?"
***
Okay, so it was a bit adolescent. (I may have mentioned that earlier. But)... Forfeits?! Still...
It's not easy to line up a putt under those conditions, guys. Naked, with a hardon -- your every move and wobble clearly a delight to the attractive woman looking on. Forfeits? What sort of forfeits? Even at 40-ish, that thought was, well, exciting -- and yes, guys, there was a little niggle at the back of my mind about whether it was better to make the putt or...forfeits?
"What sort of forfeits?" I was down, trying to line it up..
"That's for me to know."
That was helpful. There'd been an edge to her chuckle that went right through my hardon -- you guys know what I mean...and a second similar chuckle came from her direction when it sort of bobbed and quivered a bit of it's own accord. My first real girlfriend had insisted on CFNM from time to time, said she'd read in a magazine that no naked man could lie to a woman. I'd already put myself in that position here. Did I really want to risk a predicament...? I decided on a slightly higher line. Forfeits? Pushed it a bit higher than intended. It never stood a chance.
She took the putter from my hands and let it drop, then used her free hand to push my hands up atop my head.Taking her time, she looked me over, went around behind...eventually came out front again, sipped her wine again...then went back behind me. There was something in her smile. But even so the slap was unexpected. Sharp. Stinging. I almost came! And it seemed to echo forever across the deserted course...
***
I had him, girls! A fantasy come true. I kept pinching myself -- expecting to wake up. Soaking wet, of course. Because I was soaking wet! He was going to let me do whatever I wanted to do -- indulge myself, take my time...and if I could do it tonight, I could do it any night, any time -- and in the end, of course, I was going to fuck his lights out! I hadn't realized until that moment just how delicious it was to be in complete control -- how much I'd given up, when I thought I was putting childish things behind me, after college.
I wanted to touch his hardon SO badly. But I didn't dare. The tip was, you know, glistening already. And I had plans for that lovely trembling curve. So instead I said, "You're going to try that putt five more times, and you're going make the majority...or else."
He was NEVER going to make those putts, girls. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't even want to make those putts. I was just buying time to think it through, really. And to savour, of course.
So over to you, girls...he's naked, he's gorgeous, he's on the green of your local golf course in dead of night... he WANTS to be your personal plaything...
What are you going to do to break him in properly...???
The End.
The Unfaithful Wife
My heart was beating as I walked up the front steps of the house. I went to ring the door bell, but hesitated for a second and looked around. It looked like any other house. Mini-van in the driveway, freshly cut lawn, flowerbeds. Just another piece of suburbia. Slowly, I reached up and pressed the doorbell.
I could hear the bell resonating from inside the house, followed by a pleasant, feminine voice.
"Coming," she yelled from within.
A few seconds passed before the door finally opened. Lisa gave me a big smile and invited me in.
"Nice to see you again," she said with a smile as she brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face.
"Likewise," I returned, even though it had only been a few hours since I saw her last.
She was still wearing the same clothes that she had been wearing when I met her for the first time earlier that day. Even though I guessed Lisa to be about 35 years old, if I had only seen her from behind, I wouldn't put her a day over 16. She was small, about 5'2 by my estimation, with a tight little body and blonde shimmering hair. By the way she was dressed I wondered if maybe she had a teenage daughter that she borrowed clothes from. She had on a red GAP sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants with the words "Juicy" written across the backside.
She obviously took care of herself, since her skin was flawless and tanned, and her hair looked as though she could star in a shampoo commercial. And from my experience earlier that day, training her in the gym, I knew the rest of her body would put to shame most women half her age.
"Did you find the place alright?"
"Yeah, it wasn't too bad."
"Sorry, I haven't had a chance to change. I had to run and drop the kids off at a friends house."
"That's fine by me," I answered. "You still look great."
Lisa flashed me a smile as she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into the house.
"I've been thinking about you all day," she said as she led me up a flight af stairs.
I walked behind her obediently, just staring at her perfect ass as we made our way up the stairs. We came to the top and she led me into a bedroom and closed the door.
"Just make yourself comfortable and I'll be with you in a minute."
With that, Lisa disappeared into another room leaving me alone in her bedroom. I walked over to the bed and kicked off my shoes, taking a seat. I looked around the room and noticed numerous pictures hanging on the walls. Most of them were of Lisa with her family. There were three kids in the most recent ones, with an oldest daughter that looked like the spitting image of her mother. There were also two younger ones, a boy and a girl that looked about the ages of 8 and 4, respectively. The man in the picture, I guessed was her husband and suddenly a feeling of guilt filled my body. Could I really do this? Could I fuck a married woman in her own house?
As my thoughts drifted back to Lisa's firm little body and angelic face I answered my own question. Damn right I could!
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Lisa walked out. My jaw hit the floor. She was wearing a little white lacy outfit that was almost completely transparent, comple
te with a pair of stockings and high heels.
"Well?" she asked, placing one hand up on the door jamb and posing like an underwear model. "What do you think?
"Come here and I'll show you." I said, doing nothing to hide the growing bulge in my pants.
With that, Lisa started sauntering towards the bed, running her hands all over her body.
"Do you like the outfit?" she asked. "My husband bought it for my birthday last month, but I haven't worn it yet. I wanted to save it for a special occasion."
She came up to me and stood in between my legs, forcing my knees apart as I sat on her bed. I looked up into her sexy blue eyes and she stared down at me with a lustful look that made my body tingle.
"Well, what have we here?" she said playfully, as she reached down and stroked my cock though my pants.
Lisa then leaned in and put her mouth by my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my skin and I could smell her faint intoxicating scent as she whispered to me.
"I really want to suck your cock."
I closed my eyes as Lisa peeled of my shirt and pushed me back onto the bed. She then climbed onto me, straddling my hips and placing her hands on either side of my head. Her hair was hanging down into my face as she lowered her lips to mine for the very first time.
She tasted sweet and moaned a little as her tiny pink tongue darted around in my mouth. She also began to thrust her pelvis into my crotch, rubbing against my already engorged dick. As she pulled away, Lisa began planting kisses all the way down my chest the feel of her warm, wet lips and the gentle brushing of her hair on my skin was almost enough to make me explode. Slowly, agonizingly, she worked her way down until she was on her knees on the floor in front of me. She gave me a sexy smile as she reached up and unbuttoned my pants.
With a quick yank, Lisa had my pants off and and was working at fishing my dick out of my boxers. Soon I was completely naked with her hands resting comfortably on my thighs.
"Tell me," she said.
"What?" I was a little confused.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to suck me."
"Tell me to do it!"
"Suck my cock!"
Immediately, Lisa's head dropped and she sucked the tip of my dick into her warm little mouth. Her hands were still caressing my thighs as she an her tongue from my balls to the tip of my cock.
"Uh oh," she said teasingly, dabbing her finger against my tip, binging away a thin string of pre-cum. "What's this?"
With a wicked grin, Lisa sucked it off of her finger and then swallowed up my cock once again. Gently, she wrapped one hand around my shaft and stroked me as her lips glided effortlessly up and down my wet skin.
"Do you like having your balls licked?" she asked, after popping my cock from her mouth once again.
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"Lick my balls."
"Call me names."
"What do you mean?"
"Call me a slut."
At that moment, I was wondering why I hadn't been with an older woman before. This was amazing!
"Lick my balls you dirty slut!"
Her hand continued to stroke me as her nimble little tongue danced around my balls, bathing them in her sweet saliva.
"You...have...such...a....beautiful....cock," she said between licks.
"Suck it then." I was beginning to get a little more adventurous.
Lisa smiled and wrapped her luscious lips around me once again, this time sucking harder than before. I placed a hand on the back of her head to encourage her to go faster. I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob from a woman more than a decade older than me.
Lisa was moaning around my cock and slurping loudly, when I felt my cum begin to boil. My body tensed and I grabbed her head with both hands holding her firmly in place as the first shot blasted the back of her throat. She looked up into my eyes, as she greedily sucked my juices down as fast as I could produce them. My body was writhing as she continued to suck down every drop of my cum.
"That was amazing." I exclaimed as Lisa let my dick fall from her mouth and licked her lips.
"Your turn," she said, standing to take off her panties.
As she slid them down her smooth legs, her cute little pussy came into view. She had a thin line of blonde hair, and nothing else. Just the way I like it. She then bent over, placing her hands on her dresser, sticking her ass out for me to admire.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked looking over her shoulder. "Get on your knees and lick my pussy."
I was a little taken with Lisa's straightforward attitude, but it turned me on to no end. I fell to my knees and soon found myself face to face with her beautiful ass. I could smell her intoxicating scent as I inched my way forward.
I ran my hands up her tanned thighs and over her smooth ass, as I leaned in and touched my tongue to her swollen pussy lips from behind.
"Don't worry," she said with a giggle. "You won't break it."
With no further encouragement needed, I dove in, stuffing her pussy full of my tongue. Lisa a gave a shriek and bucked forward, but I held fast on her hips and pulled her right back onto my hungry mouth. I was tasting her pussy juices on my tongue and staring right into her little pink asshole, wondering if she might like some attention there as well.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Lick it! Lick my fucking pussy!"
My tongue traveled to every inch of her little wet cunt as I slipped a finger inside her. She was so wet, I could feel her juices running down my hand. Feeling, particularly nasty, I pulled the my fingers out of her convulsing body and sucked them dry.
I then went to play with her clit, but found her fingers already fast at work there. With that, I pushed my wet digits back into her hole and licked my way up to Lisa's delicious looking ass.
"Ooooo," she cooed as my wet tongue touched her sensitive pink ring.
"Do you like that?" I asked, taking short laps at her asshole.
"Fuck yes! Stick your tongue right up my asshole!"
Spreading her cheeks wide, I did my best to shove my tongue inside her as she continued her whorish talking.
"Do it! Fuck! Lick that asshole baby! Eat my fucking ass!"
Once her asshole was wet with my own saliva, I moved back to her pussy and sucked at her engorged lips. Lisa reached back and and offered me a finger.
I took her tiny finger into my mouth and sucked, tasting her pussy once again. Then, I watched in pure lust as Lisa pulled her finger from my mouth and slipped it into her own asshole.
I could see her tight muscular ring hugging her slender digit as she pulled it in and out. I eagerly stuffed two of my own fingers into her sopping wet cunt and began licking her finger as is slipped in and out of her ass. I even pulled her hand away, and sucked her finger, getting it nice and wet before prompting Lisa to return it to her sweet butt hole.
"You're a dirty boy", she said, standing up. "I like that."
She pulled her finger out again and sucked it herself, before propping one leg up on the bed and pushing her fingers into both holes.
"Do you want to get really nasty?" she asked, staring at me with her sultry ice blue eyes.
I nodded.
"My husband will be home soon, so I can't let you fuck my pussy today. If he wants to have sex, he'll notice your cum inside me."
I wa a little bit disappointed until I heard what Lisa said next.
"But you can...."
Lisa crawled onto the bed and spread her ass cheeks.
"...fuck me in my teeny-tiny asshole."
My eyes widened at the thought.
"Would you like that?"
I was a little unnerved at the thought of Lisa's husband coming home, but I was beyond all that when it came to the prospect of fucking this gorgeous woman in the ass. With a smile, I joined her on the bed.
"Go gentle at first," she cautioned. "It's been years since I've done this."
I agreed as I spit into my hand and began lubricating my cock. Lisa did her own j
ob of lubricating, by sliding her finger into her wet pussy and then rubbing her juices around and inside her asshole.
"Okay baby," she moaned. "Fuck my tight little asshole."
I put my dick against her tight little knot and pushed. To my surprise, Lisa's ass opened quite freely and the head of my cock popped inside.
"Ohhhhh, Yessss," she hissed. "It feels soooo good."
Lisa buried her face in her pillow as she pushed her hips backward, forcing her asshole to swallow the entire length of my cock.
"I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!, I'm such a whore!," she hissed rapidly as my meat invaded her smooth, tight tunnel.
"I'm such a fucking whore!!!!" she suddenly screamed, as she butted her ass back against my thighs. causing my balls to slap her pussy lips.
I grabbed Lisa's hips and held them firmly as I fucked her ass a little harder. She was beginning to buck so wildly, I didn't think I could hold her steady. I admired the sight before me. Her pert little ass framing my cock as it plunged in and out of her butt hole, her thin waist dipping low, and her head buried in her bed, her hair a tangled sweaty mess.
"Harder you bastard!" she yelled. "Treat me like dirty fucking whore! Shove your big cock in my fucking shithole!!!"
I was a little taken with the crudeness of Lisa's vulgar pillow talk, but I had to admit it turned me on even more. As I planted my cock deep in her bowels, I reached out and grabbed a handful of her honey blonde hair, yanking her head up.
"You like that slut?" I asked. "You like it hard in the ass?"
"Yessssss! Fuck me! Make me cum!"
I brought a hand down on her ass hard, sending a resounding "slap" throughout the house.
"Oh Fuck yes!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs!" I wondered if the neighbors might hear.
"Slap!"
"Fuccccckkkkkkkkk, I'm coming!!!!!!"
Lisa bit into her pillow, and clawed at the sheets as her orgasm racked her tiny body. I continued fucking her, relentlessly pounding my dick into her ass as she came.
"I'm going to cum," I muttered, giving her a final slap on the ass.
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