Football In The Park Part 3, Series
Slave for the Day
I’m going to be fucking you outdoors. In broad daylight.
[continued from Part 2] — Previously …
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I questioned. “You haven’t even showered…”
“Football, with the lads,” he replied, matter-of-factually. “And you are coming too, you’re my slave for the day, remember?” he said. “You have to do what I tell you for 24 hours…”
I closed my eyes rather than have him see me roll them. I groaned inwardly as I remembered how, in the afterglow of last night’s sex, we had chuckled and agreed that he was my Master now — and I would be his submissive little sex slave until the work week started on Monday. It had all been a great laugh last night but this morning I was not in the same mood.
Jeff didn’t give a fuck how I felt.
“Put those on,” he directed, pointing to the peasant skirt and knickers he’d laid out on my side of the bed. “You can choose your own top to match,” he continued. “But it has to be tight — and no bra. I want the lads to see your tits… let’s see how many goals I can score while they’re drooling at you!”
I wasn’t at all onboard with this mentally, but my body betrayed me. My nipples were rock hard, painfully so, and my pussy tingled. What the fuck?
I tentatively picked up the knickers and held them out in front of him. These? I asked, incredulously. They weren’t even panties really, they were a pair of ouvert French knickers I’d purchased them online two years earlier when I’d bought myself a vibrator.
They were very sexy but thoroughly impractical. Racy red in color they had nothing at the back, leaving my ass completely exposed. I’d worn them just a couple of times in the bedroom, wiggling my butt at Jeff teasingly, until he would grab me and give me the aforementioned merciless pounding from behind. But they hadn’t been all that great for the doggy position, and I learned later that they were designed more for anal sex. A position Jeff and I had never tried, and something they hadn’t mentioned on the website.
“Yes, those,” said Jeff firmly. “That’s what the peasant skirt is for… easy access, just like those naughty knickers. Because today my little pet, I’m going to be fucking you outdoors. In broad daylight.”
I gulped. We’d fucked in the back of our car once or twice, but that had been when we were in our twenties. Now we were in our late thirties it just seemed reckless.
“Now, now,” said my husband soothingly as he sensed my apprehension. “It’s going to be great.”
Jeff stepped forward and gently pulled the towel away, exposing me fully to his approving gaze. My whole body flushed red under his stare. Moving me to the edge of the bed he placed a hand at the small of my back and pushed softly. I don’t know why but I instinctively bent forward, doubling over and placing my hands down on the mattress. I felt giddy as I assumed the position, straightening my back horizontally in order to push my ass out further behind me.
“That’s a good girl,” said Jeff, as he smacked my waiting butt. It wasn’t a hard spank, but he was letting me know who was in charge. “Is my little girl ready to get fucked behind the football stand today?” he asked, as he smacked me again.
“Well, is she?” he inquired more firmly, and spanked me harder due to my non response.
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, which was most unlike me. Unhappy with my reply Jeff whacked me again, and more forcefully this time. I felt that familiar warm blush spread across my ass.
“Yes, Sir,” I repeated, without reservation. “Your little girl will be ready and waiting this afternoon for whenever you wish to give her your cock.” I said boldly.
Again I didn’t know where the words came from but I figured in for a penny, in for a pound. If Jeff wanted me submissive then I was going all in — my wet pussy having already endorsed the decision.
“Very good,” said my husband. “But perhaps a little too keen. Maybe my little girl needs to learn her place?” This time Jeff caught both cheeks with one hand.
“Perhaps I should teach her a lesson,” he continued. “Maybe if I shared her with the lads in the changing room at half time she’ll learn who’s pleasure she serves. Would you like that my pet? Would that make you happy, all those cocks and all that hot jizz?”
I didn’t answer. He couldn’t be serious, could he? This had escalated way too fast — he had to be kidding. He was teasing me, right? Taunting. Yesterday we were vanilla but today we were D/s? It couldn’t be happening, he couldn’t seriously be wanting me to service all his mates in a smelly old locker room beneath a football stand, could he? I shivered at the thought, imagining myself on my knees scrabbling around, going from cock to cock — licking and sucking each one to keep them hard, never knowing when one would erupt in my face, spraying my hair with their sticky mess…
Jesus! My pussy was absolutely throbbing — I needed Jeff’s cock in me soooo bad. But I was His sub now, and I would have to wait until Sir decided to give me his cock….
Football in the Park Challenge…
This is where this series comes to an abrupt halt. I haven't written the final episode. May and Posy are NOT happy about this. So I‘m’ asking YOU, any of you, to email the Tantalizing Tales team talestantalizing@gmail.com with a suitable ending to my very dirty series. They assure me the best one, or maybe two, will be featured in the publication.
WE HAVE 2 PART 4’s below…
