Back at the game, I was still feeling a little frustrated from my brief but hot encounter with Olivia Munn in the depths of the stadium, and made my way back to my seat.
There I found my girlfriend seated with her jacket draped over her lap, rubbing her hands together and claiming to be cold.
“Geez. What took you so long?” Candace whined, as I made some lame excuse about the lobby being full and handed her a drink.
Making myself comfortable, I then slipped my hands under her jacket and casually caressed her legs through her pants when the mischievous minx flashed me a cheeky grin and guided my hands between her legs.
I was actually surprised by this lewd action considering how uptight Candace could be. She almost never expressed any affection in public, but now seemed to be in a giddy mood and smiled widely as I leaned over and kissed her sweetly on the cheek.
“Aw, is that all I get?” she pouted.
“What’s gotten into you Bailey?” I grinned.
“I was just feeling a little lonely while you were gone.” she confessed.
Just then, Candace and I were interrupted by the game before I heard her mutter something to herself.
“I can’t believe you actually dated her,” she remarked, while staring across the court and glaring right at Olivia and her friends.
“Why? You don’t think she’s pretty?” I teased, to which my girlfriend flashed me a scathing look.
Minutes later, the game finally wrapped up and Bailey and I collected our things and headed out to the car park, where I joked around and told her that we should probably stick around and wait for everyone to leave so we could have some fun of our own.
The “Attack of the Show” host simply giggled shyly at this suggestion before she dragged me out to the car and insisted I open up and let her in.
“Hurry up, I’m cold!” she complained.
Inside, I briefly fumbled with the radio and was right in the middle of complaining about how she never wanted to do anything fun or risqué, when the leggy brunette suddenly interrupted me with a hard kiss on the lips and reached down to grasp at my hard cock through my pants.
“Is this what you want?” she muttered between kisses, her breath wafting across my face as she stroked my erection.
“This is what you want, isn’t it? You want me to act like a complete fucking whore.”
Just hearing her cuss this way sent a shiver down my spine as those occasions where few and far between. Fact was Candace Bailey was just a good old fashioned southern girl who barely swore or did anything that could be considered daring or provocative at best.
But as surprised as I was, I was doubly shocked by her next action as she kissed my neck and whispered into my ear, urging me to take out my cock.
“Huh?” I actually gasped. “Right here, right now? Are you serious?”
“Do it,” she whispered seductively before biting me ear. “Before I change my mind.”
In an instant, Candace reached down and proceeded to stroke my exposed meat stick while thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
“Whoa, whoa.” I cooed a minute later. “Who the hell are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend?”
“Huh? What?” she giggled sweetly, as she continued to stroke me with her hand.
Truth be told she wasn’t very good, but at this point I was willing to take whatever she was giving.
“You wanted a dirty girl, right?” she purred, her eyes filled with lust. “So that’s what I’m giving you.”
I had to admit, this was a side to her that I had rarely seen and it really turned me on. God she could be such a sexy little slut if she only allowed herself to have a little fun.
Suddenly, I watched dumbfounded as Candace spat on her hand and proceeded to give me one of the best hand jobs she, or anyone else for that matter had ever given me.
“Oh. Wow,” I stammered softly, as my normally demure GF now stroked my cock like a god damn champion.
As you can imagine I quickly forgot who or what Olivia Munn was, which I’m sure was part of her plan.
Instead I now sat there in the driver’s seat of my car with a huge grin on my face as Candace jerked my cock and kissed my neck while hundreds of NBA fans exited the stadium and wandered around our vehicle.
“God I love it when you get dirty like this,” I told her, as the sexy TV host suddenly stopped what she was doing.
For a moment I panicking thinking that maybe we had been found out, but as I opened my eyes and looked over to see her take off her jacket and lean forward. I barely had time to respond appropriately as she suddenly opened her mouth and devoured my cock.
The unexpected action literally caused me to moan out loud, and I immediately ran my fingers through her long chestnut colored hair as she sucked my dick.
“Jesus! Candace!” I gasped, as her mouth completely engulfed me. “When you’re bad, you’re really bad baby.”
With hundreds of people still wandering around our vehicle, I was sure that at least one or two of them would stop and notice that someone in the dimply lit sports car was getting blown, but fortunately for us my dark tinted windows proved useful for once.
Suddenly the two of us were then startled by the phone, and while my initial instinct was to ignore and allow it to go to voicemail, Candace stopped sucking long enough to tell me to get it, claiming that it could be an emergency.
With her permission, I reluctantly answered the phone and laughed out loud as I immediately recognized the voice of Kevin Pereira, Bailey’s co-host on “AOTS.”
Right away Candace and I both laughed at the timing of his call before I asked him to ring me back as we were “preoccupied” at the moment, but Kevin seemed to sense something was going on and he refused to hang up, insisting that I put Bailey on the phone.
“Did I ring at a bad time?” he laughed sarcastically. “Are you guys screwing around?”
“Hang up the phone, Kevin!” Candace playfully yelled between licks, only confirming his suspicions.
“We’ll call you later!” she affirmed before she returned to sucking my dick.
But before hanging up, Pereira insisted that there was a motive behind his call and invited us to his house party in the suburbs, claiming that it was a late night house warming BBQ and almost everyone was invited.
Hearing this, Bailey finally stopped what she was doing and snatched the phone from my grasp, as I reached down and attempted to zip up.
“Hey wait,” she suddenly objected. “Don’t put it away. I’m not finished with him yet.”
Naturally, Kevin overheard this remark and couldn’t stop laughing.
Unfortunately for me, once again I was incredibly frustrated and left with blue balls for the second time that evening.
So while she continued to converse with Kevin, I started the car and proceeded to pull out into the ridiculously long traffic jam that was the stadium car park and was taken aback as Candace took my hand and slipped it between her legs.
“What the hell has gotten into you tonight?” I quipped, as Kevin listened intently to our private conversation. “Not that I’m complaining mind you.”
“What?” she giggled coyly. “Can’t a girl have some fun for once?”
To my delight the leggy brunette then unbuttoned her own pants and invited me to slip my hand inside her jeans to caress her silk red panties with my fingers. God she could be a fucking tease, without even trying.
The onetime gymnast now giggled and squirmed wildly in the passenger seat as I shoved my hand inside her underwear and proceeded to stimulate her while she conversed on the phone.
There I searched out her soft moist lips and dragged the tips of my fingers between her slippery folds, making her buck and thrash about in her seat and drive her stir crazy.
Incredibly aroused, Candace then responded to this action by leaning over and blowing me some more, as I now fingered her in the passenger seat while still on the phone with Kevin and his buddies.
Thinking quickly, Bailey then docked the phone into my dashboard receiver leaving her hands free to fool around.
We now listened to Kevin and his friends plead for us to drop by the party with promises of free alcohol and food, as she picked up the pace and bobbed her head up and down in my lap.
“So what do you think?” I asked her, with my cock still in her mouth. “Should we swing by before we go home?”
Bailey simply shrugged indifferently as I continued to rub her sweet spot, urging her hips into action and causing her to part her legs.
“Wow,” I mouthed silently with my mouth, so that Kevin wouldn’t hear us. “So wet!”
“I dunno,” Candace grinned. “I really want to go home right now.”
“I have to admit though,” I confessed. “I am curious to see what you’re like when you’re totally and utterly drunk.”
“Oh really? Is that what you want?” Bailey grinned. “To liquor me up and take advantage of me? You really think I’d give up my ass just because I’m drunk?”
As she and I conversed, we could clearly hear chuckling in the background and were suddenly brought back to reality as we realized we were not alone. Not wanting to disappoint, Candace and I then agreed to attend the party and headed in the direction of Kevin’s place.
A few minutes later, I was parked on the side of the road where I sat watching as my girlfriends head bobbed up and down in my lap.
“That’s it baby, keep it up.” I encouraged her. “I’m pretty close.”
“Don’t you dare cum in my mouth!” Bailey whined, making me laugh and reminding me that she still her usual uptight self.
“Don’t cum in your mouth?” I scoffed. “What do you want me to do, hold it?”
Unfortunately for us there was so much activity going on in Kevin’s street that we found it hard to concentrate and after several interruptions we finally gave up trying to make me cum.
“Come on, time to go inside.” Candace announced, while wiping her mouth and reapplying her lipstick.
“God damn it! ” I hissed. “I was hoping to get a little more action before we went inside.”
“Don’t worry, the night is young.” she told me. “Hopefully you can get me liquored up and then I’ll make it up to you later.”
This comment naturally made me laugh as we exited the vehicle and joined the party. It was there as we approached the front door that I reached down and grabbed her ass.
“Save this for later,”
“I told you,” she grinned. “I’m not letting you do that to me. No anal until I get a ring on this finger, mister.”
“Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight and have a few drinks… and we can discuss it afterwards.”
Inside, Candace and I were both taken aback by the size of the party and it didn’t take long for both of us to get pretty liquored up.
I was then surprised as she suggested that we separate for a few minutes and mingle around with friends, at which point Kevin came over and insisted that I had to meet someone.
While I was more than happy to meet his mystery friend, I was a little disappointed when I noticed a very attractive brunette eying me up and down from across the room who looked more than interested.
“Dude, you have to come with me right now,” Kevin claimed. “There’s someone you just have to meet.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “Who’s that brunette standing over by the kitchen?”
“Don’t worry about her,” he replied. “I’ll introduce you to Alison later.”
“Yep, Alison Brie.” he quipped. “She’s on that show Community.”
While I was a little disappointed at first, a minute later my eyes grew wide as I was officially introduced to the newest member of the “AOTS” team, former Playboy playmate Sara Underwood.
“Err, hello,” I almost stammered as I was immediately treated to a staggering amount of cleavage.
“Oh, hi.” she beamed.
“She’s fucking hot, right?” Kevin quipped in front of her, making Sara giggle before slapping him playfully on the arm.
“Kevin! You’re embarrassing me again.”
“Oh, sorry.” he apologized. “I’ll leave you guys to it. Call me if you need anything.”
There was an awkward pause for a moment as we were left to get to know each other better, and I tried my best not to look down at stare at her remarkable chest.
“So, Kevin tells me that you’re rich?”
I had to laugh at her forwardness.
“He does, does he?”
“That you made your money during the internet bubble?”
“Something like that,”
“And that you’re dating Candace?”
Judging from the sly grin on her face I immediately knew what she was insinuating… that Candace was only dating me for my money. Which in truth was fine by me.
“To be fair, Bailey and I have known each other for a very long time.” I contended.
“Oh. So you know she’s a prude, right?”
I laughed again as I immediately recalled my experience back in the car with Candace not more than a half hour ago, in which she had blown me outside the party.
As expected it didn’t take long for the conversation to lead down a sexual path as Sara tried to see how far she could push me. Feeling playful, I then turned the tables and began asking her about her own sex life and got a very positive response of no attachments.
“Nah, I like to play the field.” she claimed. “Relationships just complicate things, and I’m more about being spontaneous than anything else.”
“You are, huh?”
Pausing for a moment Sara then leaned in and added, “I mean… I’d much rather just fuck someone than date them, ya’know?”
“I know what you mean.”
“Do you?” she reiterated.
The comment hung in the air, the atmosphere thickening with sexual tension as we stared into each other’s eyes. There was definitely a mutual attraction there, but now the question was if we’d dare do anything about it.
“So I hear you like to smoke?”
I could tell right away she was alluding to my daily pot habit, no thanks to Kevin and his big mouth.
“Let me guess, Kevin again?” I chuckled, as I noticed her flash me a derisive look.
“Well, is it true?”
“What?” I added a moment later. “Was that the wrong answer? Did I just ruin my chances?”
“No not at all,” she remarked. “It’s just strange.”
“I just never would have pegged you with someone like Candace, that’s all. You guys seem like polar opposites.”
“Well, you know what they say,” I grinned. “Opposites attract.”
Sara took a moment to look around before she leaned in to respond.
“Well if that’s the case, then how do you explain this?” she smiled, referring to the undeniable chemistry between us.
I was actually relieved that she brought it up, as I was starting to wonder if I was imagining the entire thing. A moment later, my eye grew wide I as watched her produce a hefty blunt from her purse and offer me a hit.
“So um… are you still interested?” she teased, before adding. “How about we go someplace a little more private and get baked?”
“Lead the way, little lady.” I said before I followed her through the packed living room and exchanged glances with the striking brunette again, making a mental note to speak to her before the nights end.
To my amusement Sara took this opportunity to grab my hand and led me up a flight of stairs, my eyes immediately falling to her incredible round butt.
“Don’t look at me ass!” she remarked at one point as we climbed the stairs, only to turn around to catch me red handed.
Considering the outfit she was wearing it was hard not to stare, but despite her claims I was almost certain that she got a kick out of showing off her Playboy-worthy body.
Upstairs, we soon found a small bedroom where we made ourselves at home and took turns getting lit. There we took deep long tokes from the joint which surprisingly enough didn’t take long to take effect.
“Whoa. It’s pretty good stuff, huh?” Sara purred, as I could only nod in agreement and stare directly at her huge round tits.
“You know you really are a piece of work,” I remarked, referring to the way she openly flirted with me.
To my amusement Sara was pretty baked at this point but still seemed to know what I was alluding to, and smiled seductively.
“Oh yeah? What do you mean?” she played coy, moving closer and almost whispering at this point. “You mean my outfit tonight?”
I had to chuckle as the busty tech reporter pushed out her incredible chest and literally presented her huge cans to me, as though daring me to act.
With my stoners high now in full effect, I simply responded by reaching up and placing my hands on her luscious round breasts, marveling at the softness of her funbags.
Sara immediately opened her mouth in mock anger before then smiled smugly.
“Jesus! These things are spectacular,” I whispered, as I traced my fingertips along the outside of her ample breasts. “You’re body is like some kind of sexy cartoon.”
“Well thank you,” she beamed proudly, before I helped myself and slowly worked my way inside her dress and casually palmed her soft flesh.
This bold action caused her to gasp once again as I leisurely fondled her remarkable chest. In fact I was so lost in the moment that I wordlessly slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down and insisted that she show them too me unobstructed.
To my delight the onetime Playboy bunny did not object and happily exposed her huge tits to me.
“There, is that better?” she beamed, as she slipped the dress off her shoulders and covered her nipples with her fingers.
“Some people say my boobs are too big for my body, but what do you think?”
“Oh, you don’t want to know what I think right now.” I chuckled. “I think they’re perfect.”
With that said, I then leaned over and playfully motor-boated her chest, causing her to laugh out loud before she grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face even deeper into her cleavage.
We both cackled to this action before we helped ourselves to another toke from the blunt, and I blew the excess smoke between her tits.
In my pot hazed mind, it only occurred to me moments later that Sara was now standing alone in a bedroom with me totally topless and exposed and appeared pretty comfortable about being partially naked.
Feeling bold I then reached over to give one of her erect nipples an appreciative squeeze, catching her off guard and taking her breath away.
“Sorry,” I grinned mischievously as I slowly twisted her hard nipple. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
Underwood responded to this turn of events by reaching down and cupping my erection with her hand, causing me to jump to the contact and laugh at her quick thinking.
“Nah, that’s okay,” she playfully snapped. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“I guess what’s fair is fair?”
“Hmm… and I guess you really like my breasts, huh?” she replied, alluding to my budding erection.
“What’s the matter?” Sara teased. “Bailey not cutting it at home anymore?”
At that premise moment I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her.
Without warning I abruptly kissed her hard on the mouth and then trailed my lips down her neck and across her boobs as she responded by gripping my erection through my pants and moaning approvingly.
In an instant Sara simply stepped out of her sexy little party dress and stood there before me in nothing but a tiny white bikini thong, as she pulled my shirt over my head and began to work on my zipper.
“I want your cock inside me, now!” she urged, as we both furiously kissed and fumbled with my pants.
Having unbuckled my jeans, the onetime Playboy playmate suddenly dropped to her knees before me and proceeded to suck my dick before I insisted that she lean back and permit me to tit-fuck her glorious rack.
“Yeah?” she moaned lustfully while jacking me off. “Is that what you want? You want to fuck my huge tits? Do it! Come on! I want to see you shoot your load all over them!”
I moaned out loud as the busty model-turned-host seized her tits with both hands and completely encased my cock-flesh with her luscious chest pillows, and speared out her long tongue to lick the tip of my bell-end every time I thrust forward.
“God. Damn! That feels incredible,” I groaned as I fucked her soft chest. “You look so fucking good with a cock between your tits.”
“Just wait till you taste my pussy,” she moaned back. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream my name!”
Just as things began to get a lot more animated between us, we suddenly became aware of another person in the room and jumped with fright as we turned to see a surprised woman standing at the door with her mouth agape. Catching us in the act, Alison Brie stammered an apology before she rushed off down the hall.
“Shit.” I hissed, as Sara immediately bolted right on after her, which was amusing considering she was essentially naked for the most part.
To my surprise Sara dragged the pretty actress back into the bedroom and told her not to say anything to anyone.
“Keep your mouth shut! Do you understand me?”
“I swear! I didn’t see anything, I promise!” Alison pleaded.
Unfortunately for us we then heard some commotion downstairs with Kevin yelling out Sara’s name, wondering where she was. We then heard someone tell him to check upstairs as Sara and I immediately glared at each other and she slipped on her dress and rushed to distract Kevin.
“And you, you fucking little pervert.” she directed at Alison. “Don’t go anywhere. I mean it!”
“Huh? What did I do?” Alison responded.
“Seriously,” Sara directed at me. “Keep her here. Don’t let her leave this fucking room! She’s got a big mouth. She’ll blab to everyone downstairs.”
“Oh, really?” the actress gasped, taking offence.
“You heard me!” the busty blonde maintained, before turning around and rushing down the hall just in time to catch Kevin arrive at the top of the stairs.
“Hey, there you are.” we heard him say. “Where have you been? Candace is looking everywhere for you right now.”
Fortunately for us Sara managed to flirt and persuade Kevin to join her back downstairs as I sighed in relief and now found myself alone with the incredibly attractive brunette.