Golfing For Sex The Set Up

(Author's disclaimer - light femdom and urine consumption included)

My girlfriend, Corrine, worked her way through college as an escort. She was pretty, smart and had a sexy figure. Her working name was Sweet Candy and she mostly catered to men with oral fetishes. I was 36 and separated at the time, and once I had been introduced to her, I snuck out to be with her many times during the last two years she was in college.

When she graduated, Corrine moved away to accept a job relevant to her degree in psychology and social behavior. I was lucky enough to have an amicable divorce since my wife and I had no children.

Six years after I had last seen Corrine, she called me out of the blue. She had moved back to town and discovered that I still had the same phone number. We arranged to meet for coffee to catch up and I was thrilled to see her again. She was 29 and still a beautiful woman. She had let her jet black hair grow long, cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes were so blue I once accused her of using colored lenses, but she assured me the color was real.

"It's good to see you again, Ben, how have you been?"

"Great, thanks, and you look terrific, Corrine."

"Thanks! I'll get right to the point, Ben. I used to really enjoy our times together because you were so sweet and so much fun."

"That's quite a compliment, so thank you. I enjoyed our conversations "before" and "after", I really did."

She smiled. "So did I, and that's why I called you. I just moved back and my old friends are all married and I could use a friend to hang out with."

"I'm divorced and unencumbered, so to speak, so I'd love that."

"There's just one caveat, Ben, I'd just like to be friends, and not necessarily for sex."

"I would enjoy the privilege of having a beautiful sexy woman as my friend," I responded, somewhat disappointed.

Over the next four weeks we met for lunch, went to a concert, went to dinner and then a movie. One night we went to dinner and then to a play. In the car as I was taking her to her apartment, she asked, "Do you still play golf?"

"Yeah, I haven't played much this year but I still love playing."

"I'm actually a decent golfer," she said, "I took some lessons when I lived in Tampa."

"That's great! We should play sometime; it would be fun."

"How about this Saturday?" she suggested, "At Crown Hill Golf?"

"Wonderful!" I replied.

I picked her up at her apartment to have time to make our tee time. She wore a white golf blouse and a matching white golf skirt, typically very short. Her legs were still beautiful and tanned from having lived in the south for a while.

As we sat in our golf cart waiting to tee off, she smiled seductively at me and caught me off guard.

"How would you like to make our game interesting?" She asked.

"I don't gamble, Corrine, I just like to play for fun."

"What if we played for sex?"

"You KNOW I'm not going to turn down that offer," I said hopefully.

Her demeanor turned serious as she continued.

"Let's play just three holes, a par three, a par four and a par five," she began.

"I'd like that," I answered. She had my interest immediately.

"I know what you like, Ben and I also know what you DON'T like, so this might be more of a challenge than you think. There are some parts of sex than I enjoy more than others, just like you do, but there are things I tolerate, and we have to accept the good AND the bad."

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, let me tell you the rules, and listen to them all before you agree."

"If you get a hole in one, you can fuck me in the ass, but you have to eat me first, and anytime you eat me it must be to orgasm."

I recall that taking it in the ass was something she would never do when she was an escort, so this was a rare opportunity. She has a fabulous ass. I was dying to hear more.

"But if I get a hole in one, I get to fuck YOU in the ass, and you also have to eat me first."

"If you get an eagle, you can fuck me bareback in any position and come in me."

I hate using condoms so this made my cock stir in my golf shorts.

"But if I get an eagle, you can fuck me bareback in any position and come in me, but you have to eat me AFTERWARDS."

THIS was something she knew I definitely do NOT like. During one of our sessions when she was an escort, she tied me down, fucked me and then sat on my face and made me eat her out and I hated it. She admitted that there are some things she does to humiliate men that turn her on.

"If you get a birdie, we can sixty-nine and I will edge you until I come, and then you can come."

"But if I get a birdie, we can sixty-nine, and I will edge you until I come, but you CANNOT come."

Things were beginning to sound like I had to perform pretty well if I was going to get any favorable sex with her. And it got worse.

"If you get a par, I will give you a blow job and swallow it," she said.

"But if I get a par, you have to eat me while I sit on your face and you can't masturbate."

From our past history, she knew what torture that would be for me. It sounded like my suffering was going to be part of her pleasure.

"Now, anything over par should require punishment of some sort, so here's what will happen," she said, still very serious.

"If you shoot one over par, I will give you a hand job but I won't let you come."

"And if I shoot one over par, you can masturbate and come on my tits." I knew that this was something she hated, mostly because it was a waste of cum.

"If you shoot two over par, you have to eat my ass."

Somehow I couldn't figure out why that would be a punishment for me, so I asked, "You know I'd love to do that; why is it a punishment for me?"

"You'll see, if it happens and trust me, you may not enjoy it as much as you think." And then she continued.

"But if I shoot two over par, you get to finger me and spank my ass."

"If you shoot three over par, you get to drink my piss. I'll piss in your mouth, but realize I'll be hot and sweaty out here and it won't be diluted like it was in the past."

She knew that drinking her piss really turns me on but I only ever sipped just a little when she pissed in a glass and as she said, it was after she drank a lot of water.

"But if I shoot three over par, you can fuck my mouth and come on my face."

THIS was something that disgusted her because she felt it was degrading.

"Wow, that's quite a plan," I said, thoroughly aroused. "It definitely will change how I play the game today."

"Me too," she said. "And the one with the lowest overall score gets to decide how and when we take our rewards and punishments. So what do you think?"

"I can hardly wait, because I think I'm going to get more rewards than punishments."

"Well, I can see that you're excited just by looking at your shorts," she said with a grin.

There wasn't much of a crowd because it looked like rain that day. Our first hole was a par 4. I hit a perfect tee shot off the men's tee box, followed by an approach shot that reached the green. I two putted for a par and was excited about it.

Corrine teed off from the women's tee box, took two shots to the green and putted in for a par. So far we were even and I was looking forward to the rewards we earned.

The next hole was a par 5 and as I stood ready at the tee box, Corrine stood opposite of me, as though she were watching my swing. Just as I began swinging down into the ball, she lifted up her top and flashed me her tits. She has what I would call C-cup breasts, not large but nicely shaped and they stick straight out from her chest.

I pulled my elbow in and hit a slice out of bounds into the woods. Corrine laughed when I complained about her flashing me.

"I was just airing them out," she said, "I'm not wearing a bra and they get sweaty."

I took a drop and got back into the fairway. As I was getting ready to hit the ball, Connie said, "You know, eating my ass wouldn't actually be a punishment for you; maybe I should think of something else."

"Ohl no, it's too late to change the rules," I said.

I started thinking about her perfect ass and I knocked my ball into the sand trap, short of the green. It took me three shots to get out onto the green, and I two putted for an 8.

Connie's tee shot was straight but not far, and ultimately she ended up putting for one over par.

The next hole and the last to be played was a short par 3, and I figured I would at least par it if not better.

As I approached the tee box, Corrine said, "Gosh, I have to pee so bad it's almost dribbling down my leg."

Fuck! I took a healthy swing and overshot the green by 30 yards. Connie hit a perfect shot off her tee and landed within 10 yards of the pin.

My second shot came up short but I chipped onto the green with my third shot. I was uphill from the pin and Connie was downhill on the other side. As I moved to start a putt, Corrine squatted down, supposedly checking out her lie. What she actually was doing was to show me that she was naked under her golf skirt.

Fuck! I tapped my ball but came up short and two putted for a 5. Corrine studied her shot and put just the right pace on her ball and sunk her shot for a birdie. Fuck!

Overall she shot 12 and I shot 17, one of the worst holes I had ever played.

I started to drive the golf cart back to the clubhouse, but Corrine had an idea.

"Let's stop at the rain shelter up ahead."

"Why? It's not going to rain."

"No but I have to pee really badly and I think you just qualified to be my toilet."

The rain shelter was a makeshift shed with three covered sides, a roof and a bench to let golfers wait out a rain shower. I parked the golf cart.

"Kneel on the ground in my favorite position," she said. Her favorite position is one of dominance. As the guy kneels she stands over him so he can lick her pussy or ass.

I knelt with my arms extended behind to support me and she straddled my head, her legs over my shoulders. She raised her golf skirt with one hand.

"Beg for it," she said.

"Please Corrine, please piss in my mouth?"

Her thighs closed on my face as she pushed her pussy directly over my mouth. She pressed her other hand against her belly just up over her mound.

I opened my mouth in preparation. A few drops dribbled out but I didn't close my mouth to swallow because I knew what would follow. Then a quick spurt of her urine splashed against the back of my mouth. She seemed to know just how much there was because she stopped the flow just as my cheeks billowed out.

"Swallow," she said, knowing that type of command makes my cock rock hard. The smell of it filled my nostrils and the taste was bitter and acrid, much stronger than I had ever imagined. i almost gagged. It was almost disgusting and yet it turned me on.

"Is that enough?" she asked.

"I think so; it's pretty strong."

"That's too bad because I have a lot left. Open."

Then she let another stream shoot into my mouth, almost going down my throat. When the flow stopped I gulped it down. Then another burst came, filling my mouth quickly.

"Hold it," she said calmly. I was so horny I wanted to fuck her right there in public.

"Show me," she said.

I opened my mouth to let her see her urine filling my oral cavity.

"It turns me on to watch men tasting my piss; now swallow."

When she had emptied her bladder and I had consumed it all, she said, "Good boy, now lick me clean."

My cock was ready to explode as I fervently licked her folds and sucked her clean. When she was satisfied, she stepped away from me and let her skirt drop back in position.

"Let's get back to my place," she said, "we have some things to take care of."

(Part two coming soon; please leave comments, suggestions and/or encouragements)