I got to put my husband through a little forced crossdressing humiliation the other day because that fool lost a bet to me. He bought us tickets to go to a baseball game, which he loves but I could honestly take it or leave it. I’m a football gal. That’s why he never should’ve made that stupid bet, he should’ve known he was going to lose.
We were getting all of our stuff ready the night before the game and having a little flirty fun time while we were at it. I talked about the athletes I’ve fucked and he would reminisce about banging cheerleaders and beer girls while we cuddled and packed up our cooler. We got onto the subject of football and, like always, he started bashing my favorite team. Nobody says anything bad about the 9’ers around me, they’re an amazing athletic club with the hottest players in the league.
My man was really flapping his gums, I couldn’t even get him to shut up by shoving my titties in his face. Once he spouted off a fact that I knew was incorrect, I made a little wager with him. He said that the Cowboys have won more super bowls than my 49’ers and that simply isn’t true. If you don’t know, like him, they have both won 5 super bowls, but Hubby didn’t want to listen, didn’t believe that I might know more about a sports topic than he does. Because I’m a woman, obviously. If he would’ve won, he would’ve gotten to fuck me anywhere in the stadium that he wanted. He didn’t win though, so he had to dress up like the prettiest woman he could for the entire ball game.
He’s beautiful, isn’t he? I’ve never heard so many catcalls and wolf whistles in my whole life, I thought I had it bad! He didn’t take offense to the guy who wanted to watch him jerk off in the bathroom, I’m so proud of him! He just whipped his powerful prick out of his hose and started stroking. Real men are secure enough in their manhood to masturbate in the men’s restroom for another man while dressed in drag, and my man’s definitely a real man!
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“Give me one of your Great blowjobs.” Is what he’d said, and it took me a moment to comprehend his request, what with the endorphins flowing through me and my heart pounding in my ears after the glass-shattering orgasm he’d just given me. It took me out of commission for a moment, I’ll admit shamefully. “Suck, my, cock.” He pat my head, an odd display but not an unwelcome one. With a simple nod I slipped over onto my knees, palmed his thighs, and began to drool a little as I took in his thick fuck meat. I wanted it, needed it, and I took in a single hint of his smell before opening wide to come down and slurp up the tip like the obedient slut who’s already been paid I was. He was ready for me to suck at this – no pun intended – he thought I was going to be all Sexy chat, but I knew better. I wasn’t a whore because I was just another pretty face. I was skilled, have always been skilled, and that’s what makes me better than the cheaper sluts. I slurped him down, tongue rolling in a pleasant state and treating him to a height of luxury he hadn’t guessed at. Before, with a sudden start, I bucked down and stole half his dick, pulling back up before doing it again with a titter and a throaty moan at the taste of his gushing precum. My cheeks squeezed flush with him and pounced on their new prey like a prize. He leaned back and enjoyed my mouth, pleasantly surprised, and I took offense to that surprise. I bobbed up and down, enamored by his great big black cock and reached down to squeeze his dark balls. I rolled them between my fingers and massaged them with an intensity that was only matched by just how hard I was sucking and how much attention I was giving him. working my lips around his shaft while loudly slurping and enjoying him like a cum straw, eager to prove I wasn’t just another one of those Sexy chicks that doesn’t know her tongue from her cheeks.
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