Watching the footie

I pondered how to position this story

Firstly, how to describe the male protagonist and our relationship at the time – I suppose fuck buddy is the most apt, if inelegant, description.  So, for the purposes of this tale, I shall call him Buddy

Secondly, I sense that some people will be revolted by the objectification of myself, especially as a woman, in this story.  This presents you with two possible options – stop reading now, or accept that it plays directly to many of my kinks

Thirdly, which may appease some of the revolted readers above, this was something Buddy suggested doing but never actually occurred.  I have just let my imagination run wild and free!

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I received a text message from Buddy: “6.50pm my flat.  White blouse, short black skirt, hot underwear including black stockings and heels.  Be prompt.  See you then”

I read it again and laughed at the rather presumptuous nature of it, but also felt a frisson of excitement as I wondered what he had in mind

I arrived promptly and obeying all the sartorial requests – and honestly, I was feeling pretty good about how sexy I was looking.  His expression when he opened the door showed that he thought the same

I walked into the lounge and was surprised to see the TV on.  I looked at Buddy questioningly.  He smiled “Footie is on tonight.  Couple of mates coming over.  I want you to serve our beers and keep us generally satisfied”.  I raised my eyebrows at him

“Kneel down in the corner and wait patiently.  Boys will be here at 7”

I froze and felt my heart racing.  Half of me wanted to tell him exactly what I thought of his chauvinistic plan and walk straight back out of the flat.  Half of me found the whole idea incredibly arousing

“I said kneel down, facing the room.  I want to get this ball-gag on you before the boys arrive.  I don’t want you talking and interrupting the match”

Kneeing him in the balls felt quite appealing at that moment.  But the throbbing between my legs made me decide otherwise and I dropped to my knees as requested.  He fixed the ball-gag in place and straightened my hair.  He stepped back and looked at me admiringly just as there was a knock at the door

I tried to slow my breathing and calm my nerves as I heard Buddy greet his mates and bring them through to the lounge.  I looked down towards the floor, not wanting to make eye contact.  They entered in a bubble of laddish laughter, halted with a “What the fuck mate?” as the first guy saw me in the corner

I heard Buddy’s voice, “A friend of mine.  Keen to serve us – beers and the like while we watch the footie”

The first guy – who Buddy introduced as Pete – laughed loudly and flopped onto the sofa with a “Hell yeah”

The second – Tom – seemed a little more reticent.  He also sat on the sofa but asked “Are you sure mate?”, glancing from me to Buddy

Buddy settled into the armchair on the opposite side of the room to me.  “Yeah, she’s cool with it.  Watch”.  He turned his gaze to me “Crawl to me, Slut”

I took a deep breath.  Part of me was raging inside and desperate to leave, but the naughty side of me was revelling in every debauched minute of it.  I dropped to all fours and slowly crawled across the floor to Buddy

I knelt at his feet.  He stroked my hair – enjoying his display of power over me.  “You may walk to the kitchen.  Fetch us each a beer from the fridge.  Then back in this exact position”

I nodded subserviently and delivered a beer to each man, then resumed my position at Buddy’s feet.  “Blouse off” he instructed just as the whistle blew behind me and the match began

The men chatted and laughed as they drank their beers and enjoyed the match.  Buddy’s hand slipped inside my bra, fondling my breasts, and tugging at my nipples.  I could sense the other men watching as he did so.  My whole body was becoming incredibly aroused

Suddenly, the men all paused their chatter, eyes glued to the screen.  His fingers pinched my nipples painfully.  They started to cheer and then stopped, the commentator commending the keeper on a tricky save.  They sighed and cursed the opposition goalie

“For fuck’s sack” said Pete, and then turning to Buddy.  “Do I get a turn now mate?”

“Of course,” he conceded, and he slide his hands from my bra.  “Crawl to him”

Humiliation and lust coursed through me as I crawled from the armchair to the sofa.  Pete smirked and patted the seat next to him.  I sat down.  He adjusted my position, leaning me back a little, and lifting my left leg over his right, so it sat between his legs, forcing my legs apart

He moved my left hand into his lap, positioning it on the visible hard-on pressing against his jeans.   He pushed my skirt up and his right hand moved onto my thighs.  He started stroking up and down them, letting his fingers brush against the thin fabric of my knickers at the top

I moaned softly around the gag

“You teasing her mate?” asked Buddy “You know she isn’t allowed to cum without permission”

Pete laughed and slipped his hand inside my knickers.  I blushed at the thought of how wet he would find me.  His fingers pushed between my pussy lips, rubbing up and down against my sex.  I could feel my arousal growing with every rub

The guys continued to discuss the match as Pete’s fingers started to push inside me and I tried to resist the orgasm threatening to engulf me

I heard Buddy swig the last of his beer and pause the banter to address me.  “Time for more beers, Little Slut”

Pete pulled his fingers out of me and I walked into the kitchen.  I heard his voice “Her tight pussy is soaking, but…”, I heard him slurp noisily on his fingers, “…she tastes damn good”.  Their laughter filled the room and my cheeks burned

I returned with the beers and both Buddy and Pete chimed “Your turn Tom”.  Tom smiled at me, almost a hint of an apology in his smile.  “Take your bra off and sit on his lap” instructed Buddy.  I felt the three pairs of eyes move from the TV and to my chest as I removed my bra.  I settled myself onto Tom’s lap and he moved slightly to make sure I was comfortable

“You do have lovely big tits” Tom said, and I tried to utter a thank you around the gag, making the other two chuckle.  As the game continued, Tom’s hands played across the soft flesh of my breasts, caressing them with his hands.  As his confidence grew, he pushed my back against the arm of the sofa, so he could suck on my nipples, pulling each in turn into his mouth.  I switched off from the noise of the TV in the background and luxuriated in the delicious sensation

Then the room erupted in a huge cheer.  Tom’s strong arm gripped me to stop me falling to the floor as all the men rose up in excitement

Much clapping and jubilation followed.  As it subsided Buddy looked at me – “Up” he said and I clambered off Tom’s lap.  “Knickers down round your ankles”

I reached up under my tiny skirt and pulled my knickers down to the requested position.  “Come here” Buddy beckoned.  The humiliation of walking across the room with my knickers around my ankles just flamed my need for release

Buddy reached up and grabbed my neck, pulling me forward so I was bent over the arm of his chair, my face almost in his lap.  I was very aware of the view the other two men would have of my exposed sex.  I whimpered

“That was a good goal, so I will allow you some pleasure” he drawled.  His right hand moved behind, and he roughly pushed three fingers into my pussy.  His other hand held me firmly in position as he started to finger fuck me

His fingers moved relentlessly, and I could feel myself getting very close.  I felt embarrassed to let myself go with my current audience.  Buddy knew me too well and drew his thumb over my clit in tight circles.  I cried out around the gag as my body tensed and delicious waves of pleasure rocked over me

As the pleasure subsided, he just held me in position until the end of the first half.  They made a few comments on the current score and then Buddy pulled me upright, nudging me out of the room and into the kitchen.  “I’ll just help her restock the fridge for the second half”

The moment we were in there, he pushed me face down onto the kitchen table.  “Well aren’t you doing a good job”.  He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back towards him, forcing my back to arch.  He ripped at my skirt, tugging it off me.  He thrust a knee between my legs, forcing my legs wider apart.  I heard the rip of a condom packet and the sound of him sheathing himself.  I felt him position himself against me and sink his cock straight into my wet pussy.  I gasped with the speed and intensity

He fucked me hard and deep, the kitchen table audible creaking with the power behind every thrust.  He wanted everyone to be able to hear exactly what he was doing.  And then, with a loud groan, he reached his own climax.  Once done, he pulled out

His footsteps told me as he left the room heading for the toilet, calling back “Extra beers are beside the fridge”

I collected three chilled beers from the fridge and restocked it with more.  I walked back into the lounge with what dignity I could muster, naked except for my stockings and heels

I passed the two men their beers and placed Buddy’s by his seat.  Pete looked at me “Sounds like he came out there, but you missed out.  Correct?”  I nodded, aware of my drool around the gag

“Get down on all fours in front of my seat, facing away.  Knees wide apart” he instructed.  I did as I was told

I felt the coldness on my lower back as Pete placed his beer there.  “Cum all you like, but don’t you dare spill a drop of my beer” he laughed.  I hissed around the gag

His thumb penetrated me as his fingers cupped my pussy, tantalising my clit.  I groaned hungrily.  “Needy Whore” he sniggered as his fingers got to work on my sensitive flesh.  My body was desperate to move, to rock and grind against his hand, but I knew I needed to stay completely still

He teased at my clit and inside me.  I bit down on the gag as I fought to maintain my posture.  His fingers pinched tight on my clit and I screamed with the intensity, my orgasm almost painful as I fought not to move.  As the fronds of pain and pleasure subsided, I was aware of how wet my thighs were from my juices

Buddy’s voice broke the silence, “I am glad to see fun games underway for half time”.  Then he turned the volume back up as the second half started.  Nobody asked me to move and I remained there as Pete’s beer table.  Despite my recent orgasm, the degrading nature of my role was keeping me hugely stimulated

I let my mind wander and replay the events so far as the commentator droned on.  Until I felt the men’s tension build and then the air become thick with their curses

“Come here” barked Buddy.  The beer was removed from my behind and I obediently moved to Buddy.  “Were they meant to score?” asked Buddy.  I shook my head

“Over my knee” he growled.  I trembled with nerves and anticipation, but moved into position

“NO”, a first hard slap landed on my bottom

“They”, a second slap landed, and I whimpered

“were”, this slap landed on my upper thighs

“not”, and another

“meant”, I cried out as this one impacted

“to”, my legs kicked out as the strength increased

“fucking”, I felt tears prick in my eyes as it landed across the other cheek

“score!”, I moaned in a mess of pleasure and pain as the last one struck

As I cried gently, he undid the gag and removed it from my mouth.  I thought he was being kind, wanting to check if I was okay

“Now go and do what you are good at and suck Tom’s cock”

I moved silently across the room and knelt as Tom’s feet.  He cupped my chin with his hand and forced me to look up and into his eyes.  He wiped my tears away.  “Okay with this?” he asked softly.  I nodded and he unbuckled his jeans and pulled back his boxers

I moved my mouth to the glistening head of his cock and started to lick at it, tasting him.  Then I opened wider, sliding my lips down the length of his shaft.  I heard Tom groan and push his hips upwards

Pete’s voice interrupted as his hand grabbed at my hair.  “I would just force it into her throat” and he pushed my head down hard, making me gag on the size of Tom

“Get off mate” said Tom, slapping his hand off me, letting me find my own pace again.  I took him deep, bobbing my head up and down, holding him just inside my throat.  Then longer sucks and I could feel his hips moving in the same rhythm and I knew he was getting close.  His fingers slipped into my long blonde hair and he coaxed me to the exact speed he needed

Just as I felt him start to explode, he pulled my mouth away, thick ropes of cum landing across my bare tits.  “What the fuck” dissented Pete “Why did you cum there?”

“Trying to be something of a gentleman” breathed Tom

“Throw me her blouse Buddy” Pete continued.  He caught it in one hand and smeared it against the warm cum, wiping every drop from me.  He looked at the cleaned area “Better!  Now get some more beers”

I returned with the cold beers to find Pete sitting with his thick erection exposed and clearly waiting for my attention.  He took a long swig of beer and pulled me towards him.  “Now I want a damn good hand-job while I play with your tight little pussy.  But don’t you dare cum until I say so”

And so, the whistle for full time sounded just as Pete covered my hand in cum and I was breathless and desperate for my release

Buddy sighed.  “You were a good little serving wench.  Lucky, we didn’t lose, or you would go home without another orgasm.  But shame we didn’t win, or we could all pleasure you”

He paused and I waited nervously

“Lay on the sofa” he instructed.  “Masturbate while we watch”

Again, half of me wanted to run out of the flat.  But the need to cum, combined with the exhibitionist in me, made me continue

This felt like the ultimate degradation

I lay back, I spread my legs wide and I found my aching clit.  I rubbed harder.  My back arched and I cried out.  Waves of humiliation and pleasure ripped through me and I came gloriously hard

I looked up at the three pairs of eyes watching me

“When do Chelsea play next?” I enquired

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