Football Fetish

The woman walked through the room, and he’d just gotten up moments ago. The jersey was just a number, and red was a fine color. It didn’t even cover half of her round tan ass. He smiled. It could be a fine day. She was lithe and cute, with dishwater blond hair.

“It’s game day. What’s cookin’?” He sat in nothing but red sweats and a robe, watching Sports Center.
“I am.” Her voice came in a sultry fashion from the next room. “But you can come see the food.”
“Perhaps I will, I am a bit hungry and game time isn’t for over an hour.”

He walked into the kitchen, wondering what she’d been making. She turned around.

“Oh no,no no… you take that off.”
“What? Why?” She pouted.
“You know why, and either put it on the floor or I’ll redden your ass.” He tilted his strong chin.
“Then pretend it’s either teams color.” She said giving in.

She slowly lifted the offending over-sized shirt over her head, maximizing the moment by touching herself gently as it came off. It gave her goosebumps. It gave him an erection, but he hid it as best he could. The shirt dropped to the floor and a small foot slid it out of the way.

“Better?” She asked and struck a very sensual pose.
“Much better.” He replied as he stepped forward and took her in his strong arms. “Wear an apron if you cook. Don’t burn this fine body.”
“No, sir.” It was a bit cool in the house, but her sudden chill was more from excitement. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
“Well then,“ She said coyly, and pointed to two platters of snacks. “Good thing I’m all done!”

He smiled, walked back into the living room, and took a place on the couch. The game had begun, and he turned up the sound. She wasted no time hustling in to watch, and curled up beside him.

“You know you can’t sit there.” He said to her.
“But why?” She asked and cuddled. “You are so warm!”
“You need to be over the ottoman so I can watch you.” He looked at her. “Root for my opponent and you might get a spank!”

She slinked off the couch and tried to make herself comfortable. Determined not to move a muscle after the kickoff, it was impossible for her to not look over her shoulder and wiggle her ass. He gave it a good natured tap.

“Soon enough I’ll have you rooting for my team.” He told her.
“Hard to lose years of indoctrination, but we’ll see.” She smiled to herself.
“We’ll see?”
“Yes, sir.”

His opponent took the opening drive deep into their territory, but stalled inside the red zone. He was happy to see the defense hold and just give up a field goal try. They lined up, but it was good, and the other team went up by three.

“Hey. Come here.” He took her by the hair, gently, and guided him to her.

He let the silk robe he was wearing fall to either side of his body. She loved all of it, but the well proportioned area she was about the enjoy was the best of it. He spoke to her quietly.

“That’s right, slow.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked. Then used her swirling tongue.
“Now down, but slow. I want to enjoy this.” She slowly took him in until she could almost go no more.
“Yes.” She throated him. “Outstanding. Now, start again on number two!"
“You know, this is not going to stop me from wanting my team to score. I love doing it.”
“But perhaps I’m having you do it just because I love it.”

She finished all three, and he had managed to hold back, and that wasn’t easy. He ran his fingers in her hair.

“That was wonderful. And you were too busy to root for anyone!” She gasped and spun around to see the television. “You tricked me!”

“I did not.” He replied. “Have you noticed my team driving to your goal line?”

“Yes.”

He pushed her back over the footrest. I stroked her just to keep her lively.

“I’ll bet you’d rather they score a field goal than a touchdown, right?”

“No.” She moaned at my hands. “I want them to not score at all!”

I left her there breathing hard. I waited until another play had been run and the ball was on the goal line. Slipping up behind her, my stiff cock teased her. It was fun watching the attention torn between the game and what was behind her. My team punched it into the end zone.

“One.” I began. And by the time I was at seven, with the extra point, she wanted more.

“Oh no. If you want more, you pull for my team!” I laughed. She did, and I had plenty of ways to make her happy. We had interesting toys, good friends, and wild times. But that night, I took her any way I wanted, and she became a fan. “Cheer for my team!”

“Please score more. Please score more…”

“What team?!” I said loudly.

“Your team. Our team.”

I pushed away the furniture and enjoyed her there. She was lost in who scored what. That was fine. My team is getting close, you want three or seven? I teased her more, and she responded. “I want all seven.” He was about seven inches uncut, and was more than willing.

He slid her down on his member, “If my team scores, you can jump up and down!”

They did. She did. It was good. No one mentions that one at family gatherings...