This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18.
So as a change of pace, I've decided to attempt a pure stroke story. And in doing so, I have pulled out all the usual tropes. So, if sex-crazed bimbos, big black cocks, and cum coated faces offend you or your literary sensibilities, then an alt-back arrow, is your best bet. If not, enjoy.
Halftime Entertainment
Nicki had been very pleased when her boyfriend of just a few months invited her to his friend's Super Bowl party. She'd met a few of his fellow roughnecks and they seemed like decent guys. But she had been a little surprised when Don asked her to dress up for the party. Usually, a football party is a jeans and jerseys affair.
She looked at him as they walked to the door. Pressed slacks, a clean button-down shirt, and leather shoes were so different than her sexy roughneck's usual attire. She was glad she'd picked out a nice dress and heels since he'd gone to so much effort himself. Nicki had picked him up at the ferry two days ago after his three-week shift on the oil platform. Since, he'd cleaned up nicely, shaved, and gotten his hair cut. He looked terrific.
Don knocked on the door and when the door opened Nicki gasped. The petite blonde woman who opened the door was shockingly attractive; like she'd just popped off a pin-up poster. Her over-large breasts swelled in the white straps of her dress. And it could barely be called a dress. Two vertical straps that attempted to contain those enhanced mounds, tied behind her neck and then a foot-wide strip that fell fore and aft, barely covering her ass and crotch. Her artificially plump, blood-red lips smiled when she saw them. The woman's makeup was dark and seductive.
"Don!" the exciting woman cried when she saw him, throwing her hands out and embracing him tightly. Nicki was fine with that, but her eyes opened wide when she kissed her boyfriend on the lips fervently. When the woman broke the kiss, Don took that moment for an introduction. He turned to Nicki. "Sabrina, this is my girlfriend, Nicki."
With the same enthusiasm, Sabrina turned and hugged Nicki, who did her best not to stiffen in the woman's arms. She could feel Sabrina's breasts pushing into hers. She pulled back and scrutinized Nicki's face. "Don. She is very beautiful. Nicki, darling, you are very welcome." Nicki smiled at her Czech accent that made 'welcome' sound like 'velcome'.
Don smiled. "Nicki, Sabrina is Jace's girlfriend."
Sabrina gasped and held up her left hand. "Fiancรฉ, darling!" A sparkling diamond ring sat on her ring finger. Her face beamed with happiness.
Nicki cleared her throat and smiled. "Congratulations!" Her breath caught in her throat when Sabrina leaned in a placed a chaste kiss on her lips with a seductive smile.
"I am so glad you could come. I have been looking forward to meeting you, Nicki." Sabrina purred as she welcomed them in.
It was clear that they were the last to arrive. Jace, Sabrina's stocky fiancรฉ, waved from the kitchen where he was preparing food. Pete and Mason sat on the sofa, discussing the upcoming game. These three men Nicki had already met.
An enormous black man, built like an NFL linebacker with tight braids approached them. He was dressed handsomely and smiled when he saw her. He held out his hand. "You must be Nicki."
Nicki shook the enormous hand. "And you must be Gibson. There can't be many roughnecks on that rig that fit your description," she said with a smile.
Gibson laughed. "Don told us
all
about you." He openly admired the terrific-looking redhead. She had that amazing hourglass figure that he could never get enough of. "I gotta find me a woman like that," he thought to himself.
Nicki looked over at her boyfriend. At thirty years old, Nicki hadn't had great luck in relationships but had to admit that things were looking good so far. Don was a good, hard hard-working man who treated her well. They weren't living together, but they had talked about it. "
All
, about me?" Nicki asked curiously. Don gave her an innocent look and held his thumb and forefinger an inch apart. He hooked her arm and turned them toward the dining room.
Sabrina caught Nicki's eye again as she walked food and refreshments out to the dining room table. Sabrina wore white, five-inch strap stiletto heels and moved in them with the grace of a dancer. Her dress moved as she did, and it was quite clear that it was the only
garment
she was wearing.
Nicki moved in close to Don and she could smell his aftershave. "Umm ... why is she dressed like a stripper?"
Don shrugged. "She's tonight's entertainment."
Nicki froze. "Would you umm ... mind explaining that a
bit
further?"
Don smiled. "A few years ago, we were complaining about the halftime shows being so terrifically lame every year. She offered to spice things up. We can use her any time we want, but most especially at halftime."
"You mean sexually?!" she said through gritted teeth.