Punishment
I have lost a bet. The parameters of the bet were such that if the Chicago Bears won their first playoff game, my friend would have to write an erotic story about his hot hot evening with Brian Urlacher. If the Bears LOST their playoff game, I would have to write an erotic story about my...hot...hot evening with...Brett Favre, my arch nemesis.
The Bears...let me down, and let Chicago down, and let themselves down...and so, with great humility and scorn, I present my story...punishment...for your evil enjoyment.
It is, of course, fictional. I have never met Brett Favre, and I sure as hell have never had sex with him. I also have never met Brian Urlacher, nor am I his bitch. But that's only because he hasn't asked yet.
I looked at the small piece of paper
he’d given me and sighed. It was a punishment. The worst punishment I
could have ever dreamed of. But Mr. Urlacher was my owner, and whatever he
said, I did, and fast.
This was something I’d never imagined he’d do. In the envelope with
the note was a laminated pass and money for a cab from my house.
"Wait in the visitors locker
room. Arrive at the end of the third quarter. Go to Brett Favre’s locker
and wait for him. He knows you’ll be there. Be a good girl and do whatever
he asks."
I read it again. And again. He knew
I hated Favre. He knew I’d rather spit on him than save his life…but
my orders were given, and Traylor even told me what happened. I had been lost
in a game of cards.
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I sat on the hard wooden bench in
front of Favre’s locker, wearing my brown leather skirt and a very revealing
white linen shirt. It was warm, early October. The seconds counted down in
the fourth quarter, and while I was pleased to see the Packers losing, I knew
that within the hour, I’d be so humiliated I’d rather be dead.
One by one the players dejectedly
filed into the locker room. Ahman Green, his arm in a sling, nose bleeding,
Gilbert Brown, clutching his heart, Bill Schroeder on crutches, and then,
Favre. He was frowning, holding his elbow, stretching his neck. He was in
bad shape. His age was showing. He caught my eye and said,
"You Urlacher’s bitch?"
"Yes. He sent me for you. Do
you need anything?"
He pulled his shirt off and began
unlacing his pants. "No. I’m going to take a shower. Wait here."
He threw his sweaty uniform next to me and patted my knee before walking away,
shirtless, his hair a little damp and tousled. I’ve always hated him,
that’s true…but I never said he was hideous.
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After his shower, he came back,
wearing nothing but a towel. I’d already had an eyeful of the rest of
the players changing and joking around, but none of them talked to me. Indeed,
they barely regarded me at all. In fact, a great deal of them left the room
without saying a word, heading back to their hotel rooms to sulk. We were
pretty much alone. He stood in front of me with his arms folded and smirked
that cocky, tremendously annoying smirk that John Madden loves so much.
"You don’t look like much.
He said you were amazing." I blushed a little bit at the compliment and
he ran a hand through my hair to loosen my ponytail. "Stand up, let me
look at you." I straightened my skirt and stood in front of him. He stroked
my cheek, then my throat, and his hand moved down to cup one of my breasts.
I sucked in my breath and shuddered. "Sensitive, eh?" He said, rubbing
the nipple.
"Yes sir," I answered.
He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it down my arms, pinning my hands behind
my back. For good measure, he held them there and kissed the hollow at the
base of my throat.
"So," he hissed against
my skin. "You gonna be a good girl for me? Since I know you like me so
much."
I pushed away from him and he was
laughing at me, still holding my wrists tight. Lak had told him. He told him
how much I hated him. I felt my cheeks go red.
"I…"
"Oh shut up. I’m not looking
for a girlfriend. I’m looking for a good fuck. Lak said you could provide
it." He ground himself against me, his chest against mine, his dick against
my leg. I breathed deeply and thought about what I was doing. I could always
pretend it was someone else. "Kneel, slut. Why don’t you suck me
off a little bit before we head out to the car?" He pushed on my head
and I knelt in front of him, pulling the towel away from his waist. Smaller
than Lak, but not bad. At least he’d showered first. "Go on, we
don’t have all week."
I bent forward and took him into
my mouth, tentatively, testing his sensitivity. He exhaled heavily at the
touch of my warm lips and tongue, so I began to suck in earnest, taking as
much of it into my mouth as I could, my tongue swirling around the shaft and
head, feeling it grow harder and longer in my throat. He tangled his fingers
into my hair and pulled my head back.
"You wearing panties under
that skirt?"
"No sir," I said, licking
my lips.
"Good. Hike that skirt up and
show me that pussy of yours. Something to look at while you work." So
I pulled my leather skirt up around my waist and spread my legs slightly to
give him a good view. "Nice," he said. "Nice and neat. You
girls from Chicago know how to treat yourselves."
"Thank you sir," I said,
returning to his prick. I kissed and sucked my way down his stiff member and
gently tickled his balls with my tongue. He sighed.
"Finger yourself while you
do it. Come on now."
But before I could go any further,
someone walked into the locker room to tell Brett that his limo had arrived.
We had to clear out of the building.
"Straighten yourself out. I’m gonna take you for a ride," he
said with a crooked smile.
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The parking lot was empty except
for a few of the players’ cars, one of which I recognized immediately
and let go of Brett’s hand to look for Brian. He ambled out the door
and towards us, a loose leather jacket over his t-shirt.
"Are you being a good girl?"
He asked me. I smiled at him and nodded.
"Yes sir," I answered.
He turned to Brett then and grabbed his sore elbow tightly.
"If you hurt her," he
said quietly, "I’ll tear it off." And then he quickly twisted
Brett’s forearm and pulled downward, making him wince and stumble. "Have
a good evening, kitten. Come to my place when you’re done." And
then he leaned over, kissed my forehead and whispered, "Good girls get
rewarded."
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As soon as we got in the stretch
limo, Brett pulled out a cigarette and offered me one as well.
"No thank you sir," I
said, watching him take a long drag.
"Strip," he said. "We
never got to finish what we started.
I gave him a strange look. The partition
between us and the driver was still down, and the driver was looking at me
in the rearview mirror.
"Sir, wouldn’t you like
some privacy?"
He frowned at me. "Are you
disobeying? No I don’t want privacy, strip. That’s just my ol’
football buddy Mark Chmura. He’s my driver now. Can’t get much work
anywhere else." The two friends laughed
and I reluctantly pulled off my skirt and shirt. "Give me the bra,"
Brett said. "We’ll need it later. He quickly pulled his jeans off
and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I looked at his body from the neck down,
ignoring his smug smile. It was a duty I was performing. That was all. "Come
here little slut. Let’s see if you’re a good fuck or not."
Chmura pulled out of the parking
lot and I stumbled into Brett’s lap. He grabbed my breasts and twisted
the nipples hard, making me cry out in surprise. "A squealer," he
said, his slow southern drawl kicking in. "Let’s get her all greased
up." He bent me over onto all fours on the floor of the limo and began
licking between my legs, his tongue darting in and out of my pussy like a
snake. For a minute I closed my eyes and leaned back against him. For a minute,
it was the best tongue lashing I’d ever received. My lungs seized, my
cheeks flushed. I felt myself go warm. "Ahh," he said, breathing
against my skin. "There she goes." He quickly knelt behind me and
thrust into me with both of his hands holding tightly to my waist. I looked
up and caught Chmura’s eye. He was glancing back as he raced up Lake
Shore Drive. As Favre hammered into me from behind I suddenly felt my mouth
filled with fabric. My bra. He was gagging me with it, using it like a bridle.
I’d been pony-ed. "Go on and buck, you filthy whore. I’ve got
a good hold of you." I thrashed my head trying to free the gag and he
just laughed at me, thrusting and thrusting into my now dripping wet pussy.
For a minute his hold on me loosened and I could feel him stiffen. "Oh
god, bitch. I’m going to come already. This is such a tight pussy."
He pulled out and exploded all over my back, then fell forward on top of me,
breathing heavy against the back of my neck.
"That was fast," I said
without thinking. B-lak usually fucked me for at least a half hour straight
before coming. This had only been one or two minutes.
"What’s that, bitch?"
He backed up to sit on his heels and flipped me onto my back, straddling my
stomach. "What did you say?"
"I...nothing. I’m sorry."
He glared down at me for a second
and I was sure he was going to crack my jaw. Then he looked up at the driver
and yelled, "Pull over. The park." The limo jerked to the left and
we slowed.
"What..." he covered my
mouth with his hand and hissed,
"Bad girls get punished. But
you know all about that, right, bitch?"
"Yes sir."
After pulling on his jeans, he pulled
me roughly from the limousine, naked and threw me across the hood of the car.
"You like to be fucked in public, whore?" I looked around. The park
was fairly empty, but the bike path went right through it, and there was always
the dog beach. The threat of exposure was high, and Mark Chmura just watched
with his arms folded, his mouth set in a line of indifference. "Spread
your legs," Brett barked at me. He pulled me to the edge of the hood
of the car and threw my legs over his shoulders, unzipping his fly to reveal
an already erect penis. "I may be quick, darlin’, but I’ve
got a short turn around time." He hammered into me, pulling my legs high
enough so that my knees rested on his shoulders. The first thrust arched my
back and I whimpered in surprise.
"Oh..." I muttered, instinctively
holding my hands above my head. "Oh my god."
He stopped thrusting for a second
and grinned at me. "You’re not going to come are you? Not for me...not
for a PACKER, are you?" He thrust in again and I felt sweat spring up
on my forehead. The breeze played over my nipples and they stiffened. Droplets
fell from Brett’s damp hair onto my stomach as he pounded away. From
the corner of my eye, I could see people in the distance. They were getting
closer. I was getting closer. I didn’t want to come for him. I never
would. I bit hard on the inside of my cheek, until I could taste blood. The
pain blocked out the pleasure and I let him do me, for as long as he wanted,
his hot load spraying across my chest and neck when he was done. "Don’t
wipe that off," he ordered, leaving me limp on the hood of the car. "I
like you sticky."
"Brett," Mark muttered.
"Let’s go. There’s a cop car coming. I don’t need any
more trouble." Brett nodded and pulled me by the wrist.
"Get in," he said. "We’ll
go to the hotel."
As we drove to the hotel in silence,
he threw me a black raincoat to put on. He smoked another cigarette, threw
on his jeans and t-shirt and put on a baseball cap. I looked out the window
at the rapidly darkening sky.
"You ever smile?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, not looking
at him. "All the time. I smiled when you lost today."
He snorted and crushed out his cigarette.
We arrived at the hotel.
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The room was huge, a king size bed,
deep, wonderful tub, a view of the city that was unmatched. I stood in the
doorway and he walked in, pulling his shirt off and throwing it on the bed.
I closed the door and he looked at me from across the room.
"You are good. Well behaved."
"Thank you sir."
"I want you to give me a good
report to Lak."
I think I saw a little fear in his
eyes, but didn’t dare smile. "I will sir."
"So I’m going to fuck
you one last time before we take a bath and go to sleep. How do you want it?"
"However you want it sir. I’m
here for you."
He walked over and pulled my raincoat
off, the top button of his jeans undone. "I want to do it how YOU want
it. I want you to have a good time. What I want is to do what you want."
I thought about it and looked beyond
him for a second at the beautiful bed, so cushy and warm. "Just normal,"
I said without thinking.
"What?"
"I want to crawl into that
bed with you and just...have sex. Normal. No games, no...ownership. I’d
like to just see you be a man."
He thought about it for a minute.
Then, before I could say anything, he took my face in his hands and kissed
me deeply on the mouth, his tongue slipping over mine, twisting and probing
in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and he moved to kiss my neck while
I rubbed his strong, warm back.
"Yes," he breathed out,
kneeling down to kiss my stomach, his hands gently massaging my ass, working
my legs slightly apart. I tangled my fingers into his short hair and guided
him between my thighs. He licked slowly, agonizingly slow, teasing.
"Oh," I said, leaning
back against the door. "Yes, that’s...oh..."
His hands roamed up to caress my breasts and stiff nipples. I closed my eyes
and melted into pleasure. He stopped and stood, taking me by the hand.
"Come on," he said quietly. "Let’s lay down."
He pulled his jeans off and lay back against the pillows. I straddled his waist and leaned forward to tickle his chest with my hair. I could feel his cock pressing against me. He pulled my face down to his and kissed me, his hand massaging the back of my neck. I shivered and inched backwards, pushing myself onto his hot, thick prick. He groaned in pleasure as I began pumping against him, my hands on his chest, his hands on my hips. A familiar feeling began to creep into my stomach. I was afraid to acknowledge it, but it was taking over. I was becoming frenzied. I wanted to fuck him as hard as I could.
"Oh fuck," I said, pushing back onto him, riding him hard. "Oh my god." He held me tightly and said nothing, but when I looked down at him, he was grinning that grin again. He pulled me off of him and flipped me onto my back, crouching between my legs, holding my wrists down.
"You want to come, little girl? You want to come for me?"
"Yes. Please," I whined at him.
"Then say it. You know what I want you to say. Say it and I'll make you come so hard you'll cry."
"I can't..." I said, "I can't. Please sir. Please, fuck me. Please finish me."
"Say it," he said, teasing my pussy with the head of his hard cock. I was just on the edge, I needed to come so bad. I needed to. I knew what he wanted. I knew I had to say it. Oh god, I was going to come for Brett Favre.
"Oh god, please sir. Don't make me say it."
"You know you want to. Come on kitten," he said, using Lak's nickname for me. "Say it and I'll give it to you."
I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him close to my face. "You're better," I hissed, licking his lips.
"What?" he said, pushing the head of his prick inside me. "What?"
"You're better," I said. "Oh god, you're better than B-Lak. I want you to fuck me. Please let me come." And with that, he drove himself inside me and I almost instantly arched my back and stiffened with an amazing climax. I clutched his back, screaming with pleasure as he pounded into my pussy with animal force. "Oh god, Oh my fucking god that's...oh yes..." I said, clutching him to me. He came only a minute later and collapsed across my chest, exhausted.
He pulled hiimself off and wrapped us in the blankets. I rolled over, rested my head on his chest and smiled to myself, knowing that when I woke up in the morning, I'd be on my way back to where I belonged.
The
End.
whew.