Claire Kent Alias Super Sister The Return of Superboy
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I have to tell you, I am not a big fan of football. My
boyfriend will sit and watch it all day long, game
after game. College football, NFL games, whatever game
is on; he and his friends will just watch football all
day. If it isn't football, it's baseball, hockey, or
basketball. Once a year, the biggest football game of
them all is on; this is the Super bowl, of course. On
the day of the Big Game, my boyfriend Tom always has
some of his loudest friends over, and they spend the
whole day drinking cheap beer and eating Cheetos and
chips and a lot of other junk food. I am not a big fan
of organized sports, and I would rather do something
else on the weekend, like take a walk, watch a movie,
or make love.
For Super bowl 2005, my boyfriend Tom happened to be
away on a business tip in Seattle all week. I thought I
would have the house to myself, and not have to deal
with sports on TV whatsoever. At 2:00 he called me, and
asked if his friends could come over and watch the
Super bowl at our house even though he would not be
home.
"What? You mean you want your friends to come over to
our house and watch that damn football game all day
while you won't even be home? Oh no. Please, can't they
watch it at their own houses?" I said angrily.
"Well, the thing is, they all have small TVs, and we
have a huge widescreen system with surround sound.
Please, Miranda, they would really like it." Tom
begged.
"I would rather not. The answer is no, Tom."
"Uh...I sort of already invited them over. I'm so
sorry, but they kept pleading to let them come over.
Robert, Carry and Patrick are all going to arrive soon.
They will bring over lots of food, so at least you can
eat for free tonight!"
I could not believe what I was hearing. My boyfriend
had invited 3 of his obnoxious friends over to watch a
loud football game in my own house, and he hadn't asked
me first. I was so pissed off!
We argued on the phone for about a half hour. I held my
ground, saying no over and over again, when I was
startled by a knock on the door.
I told him I was hanging up, and that we would talk
about this later. I walked downstairs, and answered the
door. It was Tom's friend Carry, along with someone I
didn't even recognize.
"Hey Miranda, thanks for having us over. This is Joe."
Carry informed me, introducing a tall guy with a blonde
crew cut.
"Hey, wasssssupppp?" Joe said. I cringed. I can't
believe he just said "Wassssuppp" in that annoying tone
of voice like they use in that Budweiser commercial
from a few years ago. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly
let them in. I resigned myself to the fact that they
were going to be here all day. Carry is a heavyset guy,
about 5 foot 8, with long brown hair. He was wearing a
New England Patriots tank top, and carrying a case of
Keystone light. They walked in the door and immediately
made themselves comfortable. Feet on the nice oak
coffee table, they were already on the red sofa within
five minutes.
There was another knock on the door. Now it was Robert.
He is Tom's most attractive friend, in my opinion. He
is over six feet, well groomed, and dark skinned. He is
from Puerto Rico. He came in with a bottle of Boone's
Farm Apple wine. Where we in college all over again?
Did adults really drink that cheap stuff? (We are all
in out late twenties.)
"Yo, Miranda." He greeted me.
"Yo, Robert!" I replied in turn.
Though Robert was the most attractive of the group, he
was also the loudest and most obnoxious of them
usually.
"I need some glasses for the wine, Miranda." He told
me. I steamed inside, thinking that I was expected to
be the waitress too.
"You know were the kitchen is, Robert!" I told him in
an icy tone.
Carry, Joe and Robert had the TV on incredibly loud,
and they were watching some pre-pre game crap. I
thought that it was bad enough that they had to watch
sports for hours, but they also had to watch people
talking about sports for hours also! I went upstairs,
hoping to get some reading done and hoping to tune them
out. There was another knock on the door. Patrick, I
was guessing. The other guys answered it and let him
in.
I lay down on my bed and was getting to a really
intense scene in the latest John Grisham novel I was
reading, and then they started yelling really loud. The
game wasn't even on yet, and already the four guys were
getting buzzed and yelling. This was going to be a long
day.
I managed to read about 100 pages when the yelling got
to be really loud. I walked downstairs. The first half
was almost over. The four of them were camped out in my
living room, with food all over the coffee table, and
at least 20 empty beer cans all over the floor. Then
out of nowhere I got a really wicked idea in my head.
I wanted to see if I could derail the game. What would
it take to get four males to stop watching the Super
bowl? Could it even be done? Remember, these were four
huge sports fans. I wanted to see if there was any way
possible that they could be enticed to stop watching
the biggest game of the year if they had another
choice.
"Hey guys! Enjoying the game?" I asked.
"Hell yeah! Did you see that pass? There was a 30
yard..." "Patrick, don't even try to tell me what
happened in the game. Talking about interceptions,
yardage, and punting is all Greek to me. You may as
well be talking in another language." I told him.
My wicked idea was beginning to play out in my head.
"Guys, I'll bet you wouldn't turn off the game if I
stripped naked right in the middle of this room." I
said.
Now the cards were laid out. They had a choice. See the
Super bowl or see me strip. I was dead serious, because
I truly believed that they were so into the game that
they wouldn't take me up on my offer.
"I'm sorry, but I am going to have to go with the Super
bowl, Miranda." Patrick replied. They all agreed except
for Carry.
Joe suggested that they would turn it off for a half an
hour to see me strip. "I guess we could skip the half-
time show, Miranda. We will turn it off for a half-hour
if you get naked for us."
They were not getting this at all. My plan was to get
them to turn off the entire game. I could see I was
going to have to up the ante a bit.
"O.K., guys. I will give you all a hot lap dance." I
challenged.
Robert responded "How much of the game would we have to
miss?"
I could not believe these guys. They were being offered
a lap dances instead of watching men run around and
throw a funny ball in the air. And they had to think
about it!
"You will have to miss the entire second half. If you
turn it off now, you all get to see me do a nice long
strip show till I'm nude, and then you each get a ten
minute lap dance."
Carry agreed, and then Joe said "Hell, yeah! She's hot,
I'll do it. Damn, I would have to miss the Super bowl,
but Fuck, guys, she's hot and offering a Lap-dance!"
Now I had Carry and Joe in my pocket.
Robert and Patrick would not budge.
"O.K., enjoy the game! Lots of muscular guys running
around getting sweaty, sounds like more fun than having
my bare breasts in your faces to you guys, I guess!"
I went upstairs to my bedroom again. I changed into a
tight red button down blouse, a black mini skirt that
barely covered my thighs, and a white thong and sheer
white bra. I grabbed a bottle of Wet stuff, which is a
very slippery sexual lubrication oil. I came
downstairs, and I had there undivided attention for a
minute. They looked at me in my sluttish outfit. There
eyes wandered up and down my figure. Then the second
half started, and I could tell they were trying to look
at me and at the game simultaneously. I sat down on the
sofa between Joe and Patrick.
They kept watching the game, but I could tell that my
plan was starting to work. I grabbed the bottle of oil
and started to shake it. Carry looked at the bottle and
asked me what that was for.
"Oh this bottle of oil? It is called Wet stuff. It is a
sexual lubrication. I put it in my pussy when Tom and I
make love. It also comes in handy when I give hand
jobs..." I said casually.
Now I had all four of them looking at me. I shook the
bottle up and down.
"Ummm...Miranda, are you offering us hand-jobs?"
Patrick asked while looking right at my hands.
I looked him in the eye and replied: "You know the
deal. The football game goes off right now. It stays
off the entire time. If you four can handle that, I
will strip for you all right now and then give you all
nice slippery hand-jobs."
Robert agreed, and now I had 3 out of 4. Patrick was
the only hold-out.
"I can't believe how hard this decision is, but I am
really into this game. I can't turn of the Super bowl
half way into the game, that is crazy! It would take
even more for me to do that, Miranda."
"What are you holding out for, Patrick, a blow-job? No,
that is not going to happen. I have offered as much as
I plan too offer. The cards are all on the table; you
four all have five minutes to agree. All or nothing.
All four of you have to agree to the terms: The Super
bowl goes off in five minutes.
"The TV does not go on again until the game is over. No
listening to the radio or calling anyone either. You
will not know a damn thing about the game until it is
over. In return for this sacrifice, I am willing to
give you all a strip show. It will be a damn hot strip
show, I promise. And then I will jack each one of you
off. You have five minutes to decide."
I unbuttoned the first two of the six buttons on my
blouse, giving the guys a preview of what they would be
seeing. I bent down so they could see some cleavage.
The other three argued and pleaded with Patrick, but he
still said no. The five minutes ended, and I gave them
an ultimatum. Holding the remote in the air, I aimed it
at the TV I asked them all, "Well, boys? Super-bowl, or
Miranda-bowl?"
They yelled and swore at Patrick. "C'mon motherfucker,
she's gonna stroke all out dicks! What are you a
fairy?" I counted down. "Five..." I put my hand on
Patrick's leg "Four..." I inched my hand up to his
thighs "Three..." now my hand was right on his lap
"Two..." I felt him get an erection instantly "One!"
He stammered "Yes, Yes, we agree!"
I shut the game off. The huge screen flickered for a
second, and then went black. The speakers went silent.
"Wise decision, gentleman. Relax now, and enjoy the
show."
I moved the coffee table to a corner, and cleared the
floor of beer cans and wrappers. I put on a hard-rock
C.D. I had burned a couple of years ago, and the first
song was "You Shook me all Night Long" by AC/DC. I
stood in the middle of the room about three feet away
from the guys, and danced while the music was playing.
I planned on removing one piece of clothing per song to
make the strip-show a nice tease.
I really teased them, undoing the third of the six
buttons, and then buttoning it back up again. Then it
came unbuttoned again. Three buttons down, three to go.
I repeated this process until it was all the way
unbuttoned. I opened up the blouse to give them all a
quick flash of my sheer white bra, and then closed the
blouse again.
Near the end of the song, I turned around so they were
viewing my body from behind. I let the blouse come down
very slowly, first exposing my bare shoulder, then
taking my arms out of the sleeves, and finally letting
it fall to the floor. No front view just yet, they had
to be content to see my shoulders and back first. I
wiggled my ass which was still covered by the black
mini-skirt.
Now "Why can't this be Love" by Van Halen came on. I
turned around to give them a view of my front. I bent
over a lot to give them a good look of my cleavage. I
danced seductively, swaying my hips and also touching
my chest a lot. I cupped my breasts in my hands, and
licked my lips, winking at the guys. I saw big bulges
in all of their pants. I turned around and put my hands
on the skirt. I pulled the skirt down a few inches,
giving them a preview of my white thong and my ass. I
decided they would have to wait a bit longer for the
skirt to come off.
I turned around and faced them again. "Guys, I feel bad
now that you are missing your game. Why don't we stop
this and I'll go back upstairs and read my book?" I
said as I pulled the skirt down again, this time giving
them a view of my white panties and thighs.
They all quickly said "No, No, keep stripping,
Miranda!"
Good, I had their undivided attention now, I thought.
As a reward, I let them see more of my legs. I slid
down the skirt very slowly, and then kicked it in the
air when it was at my bare feet.
Now I stood wearing just the white thong and sheer
white bra. On the back, the thong didn't cover up
anything; my entire bare ass was exposed. The front of
the thong was pretty high cut, so most of my bare
thighs and hips were also in plain view. The front of
the thong was not sheer, so they couldn't see my red
bush just yet. The bra was transparent, and they could
all see me big puffy nipples which were rock hard by
now. I was really enjoying being the center of
attention and having my body viewed.
The next song was "Radar Love" by Golden Earring. Good,
a nice long song. They will have to be teased and wait
to see my tits. I let them see my ass as a bent over in
the thong and shook it. I wiggled my ass the best I
could while bent over with my hands on the floor. Then
I faced them again, and played with my breasts. The bra
felt soft and smooth to my touch. They had to wait
forever for me to take off the bra, because even when
the song ended I still had it on.
"Sweet c***d O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses came on next.
For this number, I gave the guys all a little lap-
dance. I sat on Patrick's lap and ground my ass on his
erection. I noticed that all four guys had there arms
on the back of the sofa. They were all used to strip
club rules for lap-dances, where the guys couldn't
touch the girls.
"Seeing as how I am going to be stroking all of your
cocks later, I have decided that it is O.K. for you too
all touch me if you want to." I let them know.
Patrick took me up on this offer during his lap dance,
and fondled my tits. I didn't want to neglect the other
three guys. I gave Carry the next one, and ground my
ass on his bulge. He took the opportunity to caress my
bare legs while I was grinding on his lap.
Gun's N' Roses had a twofer, as "Welcome to the Jungle"
played next. I gave Joe his turn, and his hands
wandered all over as I sat on his lap. He ran his
fingers through my long red hair, and he squeezed my
soft 36C breasts. I playfully rubbed his erection over
the jeans he was wearing.
Robert got his turn last, and near the end of the song,
I kissed his ear, and whispered "Take my bra off,
Robert. The clasp is in front." I lifted my arms up and
let his hands find the clasp between my breasts. He
undid the clasp quickly and tossed the sheer bra to the
floor.
I arched my back to give the guys there first look at
my naked breasts. I had known all of the guys for years
except for Joe, and they had always looked at my chest,
but never seen me topless. I could tell they liked what
they saw, as they were all staring and practically
drooling. Robert felt me up while Axl screeched the
song.
"Legs" by ZZ Top came on next. What a perfect song to
strip too! I stood up again, rubbing my long legs as ZZ
Top sang about them. I jiggled my boobs a lot, and
swayed my hips. I put my hands in my panties. I didn't
take them off for a long time. At the end of the song,
the guys got a quick flash of my red bush, but the
thong stayed on...
"Hot-blooded" by Foreigner was the next tune. Good song
to finish off to! For the removal of the panties, I
turned my back to them, and every so slowly peeled them
off. Looking down at my own pussy, I could see that it
was wet. Exhibitionism always turns me on something
fierce. I let the panties fall to the carpet and kicked
them away. I shook my now naked butt at the guys and
slapped my own ass a couple of times, making a loud
"Smack" sound with each spank. Now the moment they were
all waiting for, where they would see me completely
nude for the first time.
I turned around and let them see the front of my body.
I had my hands covering my pussy. I made eye contact
with each of them one by one, and then I gave them all
a huge grin and raised my hands above my head. I stood
with my legs spread wide, letting them soak in my full
nudity. Because my legs were so spread, my pussy lips
were opened up, and they could see my sopping wet pussy
through the short red pubic hair. I don't shave it all,
but I keep the hair very short so my pussy was pretty
exposed to their stares.
"Living after Midnight" was the last song on the CD,
and they all got to see me dance naked. I was running
out of moves, so I just walked around a lot to keep my
body in motion, making sure to shake my breasts and
wiggle my ass a lot. When the song ended, they all
clapped.
I took the bottle of oil, and shook it for them all to
see. "I've thought about it, guys. If you want to watch
the last quarter, I can get dressed and go back
upstairs." I teased, knowing full well that they were
eagerly anticipating getting their cocks all stroked.
They all shook there heads no, and I laughed as a shook
my hair around. "I thought so." I said. I decided to
give them all their hand-jobs in the same order as the
lap dances. Patrick was first. I unzipped his jeans,
and pulled his jeans and briefs to his knees. I teased
his body with my hands, touching his chest and arms
first. Then I rubbed his legs. He was so erect. I
cupped his balls in my hands. I gave him a little kiss
on his ear, and whispered with hot breath "Are you
ready, Patrick?" He had no response to that except a
moan. I squirted the oil in my hands, and started to
jack him off.
I stroked him slowly, pumping my hand up and down. My
other hand played with his heavy balls. It took him
only about a few minutes before he was breathing really
hard and about to come. "Oh god... Oh my god... this
feels so good... I'm.... I'm..."
He didn't have to say it; I knew the end of the
sentence. He was coming. Spurt after spurt of hot come
shot out of his cock as it spasmed in orgasm. It landed
all over my slippery hands and wrists. I continued to
stroke him as he came down and the orgasm ended. A
little more come squirted out every few seconds as he
had some aftershocks. To really tease the other three
guys, I took the come and rubbed it on my bare chest.
Carry was the next lucky gentleman, and he had already
removed his pants and boxers before I could take them
off for him. He had a huge smile on his face. I sat
down next to him for his turn, making sure my bare hips
touched his. I put my hands under his black t-shirt and
fondled his nipples a bit. He got a little kiss on the
ear too, with my tongue going inside for a second.
"Carry; are you ready to get a nice slippery hand-job?"
I whispered with hot breath in his ear. I kissed his
neck while putting my hand on his rock-hard shaft. Like
Patrick, he didn't have much of a response to the
question. I guess guys get non verbal when a naked
women is sitting next to them whispering in their ears
about jerking them off. I stroked him nice and slow
too, listening to the lovely squishy sounds as I
stroked and stroked. Up and down with my hands, kissing
his neck the whole time. My other hand playing with his
hot balls, I continued to stroke.
I could tell he was about to come but wanted to hold
back to prolong the pleasure. I slowed down, and then
stopped for a second. He looked me in the eyes,
pleading me with his look to continue. I was just
teasing him when I stopped, and it was also to help
prolong it. I stroked again, now getting faster with my
hand movements. He came very suddenly, with no warning.
The come shot high in the air, and most of it landed on
his t-shirt and on his lap. A lot of it ended up on my
hands too, of course.
I let him relax and come down, caressing his neck and
shoulders. Then it was Joe's turn. I sat on his lap for
a minute before starting, pressing the weight of my
body onto him. I smothered his face with my tits before
starting his hand-job. He let me unzip his tan shorts
and I pulled the shorts and boxers down to his feet,
then took them all the way off and threw them to the
floor.
For his hand job, I did my best to sit on him during
it. This was not easy, because I needed room on his lap
for my hands to work. I squatted over his lap, pressing
my breasts into his body as much as I could while
stroking his big dick. He came quicker than the others,
and since my lap was right above him I felt the hot
come squirt all over my legs and pussy. I gave him a
little French kiss on the lips while his cock spasmed.
Finally, it was Robert's turn. I gave him another
little lap dance first, and then removed his pants and
briefs. For his turn, I lay him on the floor and took
off his shirt too. I sat on his legs, just below his
waist, with my bare wet pussy sliding around on his
leg.
I fingered myself for a minute before starting his
hand-job. Then I stroked away, giving him the hottest
hand-job I possibly could. His cock got nice little
squeezes, and I twirled my palm on the head of his
shaft. His hot big balls got a lot of play too, as I
fondled and caressed them, knowing full well that they
were full of his hot come. I bent over to kiss his
nipples near the end, and this made him go crazy. When
he started to come, I put my tits right over his dick
so his jism would squirt all over them. The hot come
splashed across my heaving tits, and I kept on stroking
him, milking every last drop out of his erection.
Fully satisfied, the four guys just lay around the
living room. When I saw Joe reach for the remote, I
said: "Still thinking about sports, Joe?"
He blushed and said, "Sorry, I have to know who won.
The game is over know, you just said we had to miss the
game, not the commentary after the game, Miranda."
I lied down on the carpet in front of the TV I started
to touch my horny hot cunt, and said: "Suit yourself.
You guys watch whatever you want." I then proceeded to
masturbate while lying down in front of the screen.
Joe's hand hesitated. Finally he came to a decision and
he put down the remote.
It felt really hot to masturbate in front of the four
guys, and they all still had there pants off. I saw
them all get erect again as they watched me finger
myself. I spread my legs and put them up in the air.
Wanting to get more comfortable, I scooted over to the
couch, and put my feet in Joe's lap, feeling his new
erection my toes. I fingered my hot juicy pussy like
mad, closing my eyes while I fantasized about the four
hand-jobs I had just given. My pussy felt so good as my
fingers circled my hard clit.
I suddenly arched my back and came fucking hard, seeing
stars in my mind as I had a toe-curling deep all body
orgasm. The waves kept coming and coming, making my
whole body quiver, and I felt my pussy muscles expand
and contract with pleasure. It took me a long time to
recover enough to sit up. Still stark naked, I sat down
on the couch with Joe and Robert.
We all agreed that this was even better than watching
football, and I even managed to get them to not turn on
the TV or radio the rest of the night. They all left
around midnight, and I am sure they turned on the
sports radio station as soon as they got into their
cars, but I had managed to get four hot-blooded sports
loving males to turn off the biggest sporting event of
the year because of my body and hands. I hoped that I
made this Super-Bowl Sunday more memorable than the one
where Janet Jackson flashed a breast. I stayed naked
and fell asleep on the sofa, feeling pride in my
feminine charm and skills.
boyfriend will sit and watch it all day long, game
after game. College football, NFL games, whatever game
is on; he and his friends will just watch football all
day. If it isn't football, it's baseball, hockey, or
basketball. Once a year, the biggest football game of
them all is on; this is the Super bowl, of course. On
the day of the Big Game, my boyfriend Tom always has
some of his loudest friends over, and they spend the
whole day drinking cheap beer and eating Cheetos and
chips and a lot of other junk food. I am not a big fan
of organized sports, and I would rather do something
else on the weekend, like take a walk, watch a movie,
or make love.
For Super bowl 2005, my boyfriend Tom happened to be
away on a business tip in Seattle all week. I thought I
would have the house to myself, and not have to deal
with sports on TV whatsoever. At 2:00 he called me, and
asked if his friends could come over and watch the
Super bowl at our house even though he would not be
home.
"What? You mean you want your friends to come over to
our house and watch that damn football game all day
while you won't even be home? Oh no. Please, can't they
watch it at their own houses?" I said angrily.
"Well, the thing is, they all have small TVs, and we
have a huge widescreen system with surround sound.
Please, Miranda, they would really like it." Tom
begged.
"I would rather not. The answer is no, Tom."
"Uh...I sort of already invited them over. I'm so
sorry, but they kept pleading to let them come over.
Robert, Carry and Patrick are all going to arrive soon.
They will bring over lots of food, so at least you can
eat for free tonight!"
I could not believe what I was hearing. My boyfriend
had invited 3 of his obnoxious friends over to watch a
loud football game in my own house, and he hadn't asked
me first. I was so pissed off!
We argued on the phone for about a half hour. I held my
ground, saying no over and over again, when I was
startled by a knock on the door.
I told him I was hanging up, and that we would talk
about this later. I walked downstairs, and answered the
door. It was Tom's friend Carry, along with someone I
didn't even recognize.
"Hey Miranda, thanks for having us over. This is Joe."
Carry informed me, introducing a tall guy with a blonde
crew cut.
"Hey, wasssssupppp?" Joe said. I cringed. I can't
believe he just said "Wassssuppp" in that annoying tone
of voice like they use in that Budweiser commercial
from a few years ago. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly
let them in. I resigned myself to the fact that they
were going to be here all day. Carry is a heavyset guy,
about 5 foot 8, with long brown hair. He was wearing a
New England Patriots tank top, and carrying a case of
Keystone light. They walked in the door and immediately
made themselves comfortable. Feet on the nice oak
coffee table, they were already on the red sofa within
five minutes.
There was another knock on the door. Now it was Robert.
He is Tom's most attractive friend, in my opinion. He
is over six feet, well groomed, and dark skinned. He is
from Puerto Rico. He came in with a bottle of Boone's
Farm Apple wine. Where we in college all over again?
Did adults really drink that cheap stuff? (We are all
in out late twenties.)
"Yo, Miranda." He greeted me.
"Yo, Robert!" I replied in turn.
Though Robert was the most attractive of the group, he
was also the loudest and most obnoxious of them
usually.
"I need some glasses for the wine, Miranda." He told
me. I steamed inside, thinking that I was expected to
be the waitress too.
"You know were the kitchen is, Robert!" I told him in
an icy tone.
Carry, Joe and Robert had the TV on incredibly loud,
and they were watching some pre-pre game crap. I
thought that it was bad enough that they had to watch
sports for hours, but they also had to watch people
talking about sports for hours also! I went upstairs,
hoping to get some reading done and hoping to tune them
out. There was another knock on the door. Patrick, I
was guessing. The other guys answered it and let him
in.
I lay down on my bed and was getting to a really
intense scene in the latest John Grisham novel I was
reading, and then they started yelling really loud. The
game wasn't even on yet, and already the four guys were
getting buzzed and yelling. This was going to be a long
day.
I managed to read about 100 pages when the yelling got
to be really loud. I walked downstairs. The first half
was almost over. The four of them were camped out in my
living room, with food all over the coffee table, and
at least 20 empty beer cans all over the floor. Then
out of nowhere I got a really wicked idea in my head.
I wanted to see if I could derail the game. What would
it take to get four males to stop watching the Super
bowl? Could it even be done? Remember, these were four
huge sports fans. I wanted to see if there was any way
possible that they could be enticed to stop watching
the biggest game of the year if they had another
choice.
"Hey guys! Enjoying the game?" I asked.
"Hell yeah! Did you see that pass? There was a 30
yard..." "Patrick, don't even try to tell me what
happened in the game. Talking about interceptions,
yardage, and punting is all Greek to me. You may as
well be talking in another language." I told him.
My wicked idea was beginning to play out in my head.
"Guys, I'll bet you wouldn't turn off the game if I
stripped naked right in the middle of this room." I
said.
Now the cards were laid out. They had a choice. See the
Super bowl or see me strip. I was dead serious, because
I truly believed that they were so into the game that
they wouldn't take me up on my offer.
"I'm sorry, but I am going to have to go with the Super
bowl, Miranda." Patrick replied. They all agreed except
for Carry.
Joe suggested that they would turn it off for a half an
hour to see me strip. "I guess we could skip the half-
time show, Miranda. We will turn it off for a half-hour
if you get naked for us."
They were not getting this at all. My plan was to get
them to turn off the entire game. I could see I was
going to have to up the ante a bit.
"O.K., guys. I will give you all a hot lap dance." I
challenged.
Robert responded "How much of the game would we have to
miss?"
I could not believe these guys. They were being offered
a lap dances instead of watching men run around and
throw a funny ball in the air. And they had to think
about it!
"You will have to miss the entire second half. If you
turn it off now, you all get to see me do a nice long
strip show till I'm nude, and then you each get a ten
minute lap dance."
Carry agreed, and then Joe said "Hell, yeah! She's hot,
I'll do it. Damn, I would have to miss the Super bowl,
but Fuck, guys, she's hot and offering a Lap-dance!"
Now I had Carry and Joe in my pocket.
Robert and Patrick would not budge.
"O.K., enjoy the game! Lots of muscular guys running
around getting sweaty, sounds like more fun than having
my bare breasts in your faces to you guys, I guess!"
I went upstairs to my bedroom again. I changed into a
tight red button down blouse, a black mini skirt that
barely covered my thighs, and a white thong and sheer
white bra. I grabbed a bottle of Wet stuff, which is a
very slippery sexual lubrication oil. I came
downstairs, and I had there undivided attention for a
minute. They looked at me in my sluttish outfit. There
eyes wandered up and down my figure. Then the second
half started, and I could tell they were trying to look
at me and at the game simultaneously. I sat down on the
sofa between Joe and Patrick.
They kept watching the game, but I could tell that my
plan was starting to work. I grabbed the bottle of oil
and started to shake it. Carry looked at the bottle and
asked me what that was for.
"Oh this bottle of oil? It is called Wet stuff. It is a
sexual lubrication. I put it in my pussy when Tom and I
make love. It also comes in handy when I give hand
jobs..." I said casually.
Now I had all four of them looking at me. I shook the
bottle up and down.
"Ummm...Miranda, are you offering us hand-jobs?"
Patrick asked while looking right at my hands.
I looked him in the eye and replied: "You know the
deal. The football game goes off right now. It stays
off the entire time. If you four can handle that, I
will strip for you all right now and then give you all
nice slippery hand-jobs."
Robert agreed, and now I had 3 out of 4. Patrick was
the only hold-out.
"I can't believe how hard this decision is, but I am
really into this game. I can't turn of the Super bowl
half way into the game, that is crazy! It would take
even more for me to do that, Miranda."
"What are you holding out for, Patrick, a blow-job? No,
that is not going to happen. I have offered as much as
I plan too offer. The cards are all on the table; you
four all have five minutes to agree. All or nothing.
All four of you have to agree to the terms: The Super
bowl goes off in five minutes.
"The TV does not go on again until the game is over. No
listening to the radio or calling anyone either. You
will not know a damn thing about the game until it is
over. In return for this sacrifice, I am willing to
give you all a strip show. It will be a damn hot strip
show, I promise. And then I will jack each one of you
off. You have five minutes to decide."
I unbuttoned the first two of the six buttons on my
blouse, giving the guys a preview of what they would be
seeing. I bent down so they could see some cleavage.
The other three argued and pleaded with Patrick, but he
still said no. The five minutes ended, and I gave them
an ultimatum. Holding the remote in the air, I aimed it
at the TV I asked them all, "Well, boys? Super-bowl, or
Miranda-bowl?"
They yelled and swore at Patrick. "C'mon motherfucker,
she's gonna stroke all out dicks! What are you a
fairy?" I counted down. "Five..." I put my hand on
Patrick's leg "Four..." I inched my hand up to his
thighs "Three..." now my hand was right on his lap
"Two..." I felt him get an erection instantly "One!"
He stammered "Yes, Yes, we agree!"
I shut the game off. The huge screen flickered for a
second, and then went black. The speakers went silent.
"Wise decision, gentleman. Relax now, and enjoy the
show."
I moved the coffee table to a corner, and cleared the
floor of beer cans and wrappers. I put on a hard-rock
C.D. I had burned a couple of years ago, and the first
song was "You Shook me all Night Long" by AC/DC. I
stood in the middle of the room about three feet away
from the guys, and danced while the music was playing.
I planned on removing one piece of clothing per song to
make the strip-show a nice tease.
I really teased them, undoing the third of the six
buttons, and then buttoning it back up again. Then it
came unbuttoned again. Three buttons down, three to go.
I repeated this process until it was all the way
unbuttoned. I opened up the blouse to give them all a
quick flash of my sheer white bra, and then closed the
blouse again.
Near the end of the song, I turned around so they were
viewing my body from behind. I let the blouse come down
very slowly, first exposing my bare shoulder, then
taking my arms out of the sleeves, and finally letting
it fall to the floor. No front view just yet, they had
to be content to see my shoulders and back first. I
wiggled my ass which was still covered by the black
mini-skirt.
Now "Why can't this be Love" by Van Halen came on. I
turned around to give them a view of my front. I bent
over a lot to give them a good look of my cleavage. I
danced seductively, swaying my hips and also touching
my chest a lot. I cupped my breasts in my hands, and
licked my lips, winking at the guys. I saw big bulges
in all of their pants. I turned around and put my hands
on the skirt. I pulled the skirt down a few inches,
giving them a preview of my white thong and my ass. I
decided they would have to wait a bit longer for the
skirt to come off.
I turned around and faced them again. "Guys, I feel bad
now that you are missing your game. Why don't we stop
this and I'll go back upstairs and read my book?" I
said as I pulled the skirt down again, this time giving
them a view of my white panties and thighs.
They all quickly said "No, No, keep stripping,
Miranda!"
Good, I had their undivided attention now, I thought.
As a reward, I let them see more of my legs. I slid
down the skirt very slowly, and then kicked it in the
air when it was at my bare feet.
Now I stood wearing just the white thong and sheer
white bra. On the back, the thong didn't cover up
anything; my entire bare ass was exposed. The front of
the thong was pretty high cut, so most of my bare
thighs and hips were also in plain view. The front of
the thong was not sheer, so they couldn't see my red
bush just yet. The bra was transparent, and they could
all see me big puffy nipples which were rock hard by
now. I was really enjoying being the center of
attention and having my body viewed.
The next song was "Radar Love" by Golden Earring. Good,
a nice long song. They will have to be teased and wait
to see my tits. I let them see my ass as a bent over in
the thong and shook it. I wiggled my ass the best I
could while bent over with my hands on the floor. Then
I faced them again, and played with my breasts. The bra
felt soft and smooth to my touch. They had to wait
forever for me to take off the bra, because even when
the song ended I still had it on.
"Sweet c***d O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses came on next.
For this number, I gave the guys all a little lap-
dance. I sat on Patrick's lap and ground my ass on his
erection. I noticed that all four guys had there arms
on the back of the sofa. They were all used to strip
club rules for lap-dances, where the guys couldn't
touch the girls.
"Seeing as how I am going to be stroking all of your
cocks later, I have decided that it is O.K. for you too
all touch me if you want to." I let them know.
Patrick took me up on this offer during his lap dance,
and fondled my tits. I didn't want to neglect the other
three guys. I gave Carry the next one, and ground my
ass on his bulge. He took the opportunity to caress my
bare legs while I was grinding on his lap.
Gun's N' Roses had a twofer, as "Welcome to the Jungle"
played next. I gave Joe his turn, and his hands
wandered all over as I sat on his lap. He ran his
fingers through my long red hair, and he squeezed my
soft 36C breasts. I playfully rubbed his erection over
the jeans he was wearing.
Robert got his turn last, and near the end of the song,
I kissed his ear, and whispered "Take my bra off,
Robert. The clasp is in front." I lifted my arms up and
let his hands find the clasp between my breasts. He
undid the clasp quickly and tossed the sheer bra to the
floor.
I arched my back to give the guys there first look at
my naked breasts. I had known all of the guys for years
except for Joe, and they had always looked at my chest,
but never seen me topless. I could tell they liked what
they saw, as they were all staring and practically
drooling. Robert felt me up while Axl screeched the
song.
"Legs" by ZZ Top came on next. What a perfect song to
strip too! I stood up again, rubbing my long legs as ZZ
Top sang about them. I jiggled my boobs a lot, and
swayed my hips. I put my hands in my panties. I didn't
take them off for a long time. At the end of the song,
the guys got a quick flash of my red bush, but the
thong stayed on...
"Hot-blooded" by Foreigner was the next tune. Good song
to finish off to! For the removal of the panties, I
turned my back to them, and every so slowly peeled them
off. Looking down at my own pussy, I could see that it
was wet. Exhibitionism always turns me on something
fierce. I let the panties fall to the carpet and kicked
them away. I shook my now naked butt at the guys and
slapped my own ass a couple of times, making a loud
"Smack" sound with each spank. Now the moment they were
all waiting for, where they would see me completely
nude for the first time.
I turned around and let them see the front of my body.
I had my hands covering my pussy. I made eye contact
with each of them one by one, and then I gave them all
a huge grin and raised my hands above my head. I stood
with my legs spread wide, letting them soak in my full
nudity. Because my legs were so spread, my pussy lips
were opened up, and they could see my sopping wet pussy
through the short red pubic hair. I don't shave it all,
but I keep the hair very short so my pussy was pretty
exposed to their stares.
"Living after Midnight" was the last song on the CD,
and they all got to see me dance naked. I was running
out of moves, so I just walked around a lot to keep my
body in motion, making sure to shake my breasts and
wiggle my ass a lot. When the song ended, they all
clapped.
I took the bottle of oil, and shook it for them all to
see. "I've thought about it, guys. If you want to watch
the last quarter, I can get dressed and go back
upstairs." I teased, knowing full well that they were
eagerly anticipating getting their cocks all stroked.
They all shook there heads no, and I laughed as a shook
my hair around. "I thought so." I said. I decided to
give them all their hand-jobs in the same order as the
lap dances. Patrick was first. I unzipped his jeans,
and pulled his jeans and briefs to his knees. I teased
his body with my hands, touching his chest and arms
first. Then I rubbed his legs. He was so erect. I
cupped his balls in my hands. I gave him a little kiss
on his ear, and whispered with hot breath "Are you
ready, Patrick?" He had no response to that except a
moan. I squirted the oil in my hands, and started to
jack him off.
I stroked him slowly, pumping my hand up and down. My
other hand played with his heavy balls. It took him
only about a few minutes before he was breathing really
hard and about to come. "Oh god... Oh my god... this
feels so good... I'm.... I'm..."
He didn't have to say it; I knew the end of the
sentence. He was coming. Spurt after spurt of hot come
shot out of his cock as it spasmed in orgasm. It landed
all over my slippery hands and wrists. I continued to
stroke him as he came down and the orgasm ended. A
little more come squirted out every few seconds as he
had some aftershocks. To really tease the other three
guys, I took the come and rubbed it on my bare chest.
Carry was the next lucky gentleman, and he had already
removed his pants and boxers before I could take them
off for him. He had a huge smile on his face. I sat
down next to him for his turn, making sure my bare hips
touched his. I put my hands under his black t-shirt and
fondled his nipples a bit. He got a little kiss on the
ear too, with my tongue going inside for a second.
"Carry; are you ready to get a nice slippery hand-job?"
I whispered with hot breath in his ear. I kissed his
neck while putting my hand on his rock-hard shaft. Like
Patrick, he didn't have much of a response to the
question. I guess guys get non verbal when a naked
women is sitting next to them whispering in their ears
about jerking them off. I stroked him nice and slow
too, listening to the lovely squishy sounds as I
stroked and stroked. Up and down with my hands, kissing
his neck the whole time. My other hand playing with his
hot balls, I continued to stroke.
I could tell he was about to come but wanted to hold
back to prolong the pleasure. I slowed down, and then
stopped for a second. He looked me in the eyes,
pleading me with his look to continue. I was just
teasing him when I stopped, and it was also to help
prolong it. I stroked again, now getting faster with my
hand movements. He came very suddenly, with no warning.
The come shot high in the air, and most of it landed on
his t-shirt and on his lap. A lot of it ended up on my
hands too, of course.
I let him relax and come down, caressing his neck and
shoulders. Then it was Joe's turn. I sat on his lap for
a minute before starting, pressing the weight of my
body onto him. I smothered his face with my tits before
starting his hand-job. He let me unzip his tan shorts
and I pulled the shorts and boxers down to his feet,
then took them all the way off and threw them to the
floor.
For his hand job, I did my best to sit on him during
it. This was not easy, because I needed room on his lap
for my hands to work. I squatted over his lap, pressing
my breasts into his body as much as I could while
stroking his big dick. He came quicker than the others,
and since my lap was right above him I felt the hot
come squirt all over my legs and pussy. I gave him a
little French kiss on the lips while his cock spasmed.
Finally, it was Robert's turn. I gave him another
little lap dance first, and then removed his pants and
briefs. For his turn, I lay him on the floor and took
off his shirt too. I sat on his legs, just below his
waist, with my bare wet pussy sliding around on his
leg.
I fingered myself for a minute before starting his
hand-job. Then I stroked away, giving him the hottest
hand-job I possibly could. His cock got nice little
squeezes, and I twirled my palm on the head of his
shaft. His hot big balls got a lot of play too, as I
fondled and caressed them, knowing full well that they
were full of his hot come. I bent over to kiss his
nipples near the end, and this made him go crazy. When
he started to come, I put my tits right over his dick
so his jism would squirt all over them. The hot come
splashed across my heaving tits, and I kept on stroking
him, milking every last drop out of his erection.
Fully satisfied, the four guys just lay around the
living room. When I saw Joe reach for the remote, I
said: "Still thinking about sports, Joe?"
He blushed and said, "Sorry, I have to know who won.
The game is over know, you just said we had to miss the
game, not the commentary after the game, Miranda."
I lied down on the carpet in front of the TV I started
to touch my horny hot cunt, and said: "Suit yourself.
You guys watch whatever you want." I then proceeded to
masturbate while lying down in front of the screen.
Joe's hand hesitated. Finally he came to a decision and
he put down the remote.
It felt really hot to masturbate in front of the four
guys, and they all still had there pants off. I saw
them all get erect again as they watched me finger
myself. I spread my legs and put them up in the air.
Wanting to get more comfortable, I scooted over to the
couch, and put my feet in Joe's lap, feeling his new
erection my toes. I fingered my hot juicy pussy like
mad, closing my eyes while I fantasized about the four
hand-jobs I had just given. My pussy felt so good as my
fingers circled my hard clit.
I suddenly arched my back and came fucking hard, seeing
stars in my mind as I had a toe-curling deep all body
orgasm. The waves kept coming and coming, making my
whole body quiver, and I felt my pussy muscles expand
and contract with pleasure. It took me a long time to
recover enough to sit up. Still stark naked, I sat down
on the couch with Joe and Robert.
We all agreed that this was even better than watching
football, and I even managed to get them to not turn on
the TV or radio the rest of the night. They all left
around midnight, and I am sure they turned on the
sports radio station as soon as they got into their
cars, but I had managed to get four hot-blooded sports
loving males to turn off the biggest sporting event of
the year because of my body and hands. I hoped that I
made this Super-Bowl Sunday more memorable than the one
where Janet Jackson flashed a breast. I stayed naked
and fell asleep on the sofa, feeling pride in my
feminine charm and skills.
Virginia
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