Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice - Sex Stories

Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice

... were not getting this at all. My plan was to get them to turn off the entire game. I could see I was going to have to up the ante a bit. "O.K., guys. I will give you all a hot lap dance." I challenged. Robert responded "How much of the game would we have to miss?" I could not believe these guys. They were being offered a lap dances instead of watching men run around and throw a funny ball in the air. And they had to think about it! "You will have to miss the entire second half. If you turn it off now, you all get to see me do a nice long strip show till I'm nude, and then you each get a ten minute lap dance." Carry agreed, and then Joe said "Hell, yeah! She's hot, I'll do it. Damn, I would have to miss the Super bowl, but Fuck, guys, she's hot and offering a Lap-dance!" Now I had Carry and Joe in my pocket. Robert and Patrick would not budge. "O.K., enjoy the game! Lots of muscular guys running around getting sweaty, sounds like more fun than having my bare breasts in your faces to you guys, I guess!" I went upstairs to my bedroom again. I changed into a tight red button down blouse, a black mini skirt that barely covered my thighs, and a white thong and sheer white bra. I grabbed a bottle of Wet stuff, which is a very slippery sexual lubrication oil. I came downstairs, and I had there undivided attention for a minute. They looked at me in my sluttish outfit. There eyes wandered up and down my figure. Then the second half started, and I could tell they were trying to look at ...

... me and at the game simultaneously. I sat down on the sofa between Joe and Patrick. They kept watching the game, but I could tell that my plan was starting to work. I grabbed the bottle of oil and started to shake it. Carry looked at the bottle and asked me what that was for. "Oh this bottle of oil? It is called Wet stuff. It is a sexual lubrication. I put it in my pussy when Tom and I make love. It also comes in handy when I give hand jobs..." I said casually. Now I had all four of them looking at me. I shook the bottle up and down. "Ummm...Miranda, are you offering us hand-jobs?" Patrick asked while looking right at my hands. I looked him in the eye and replied: "You know the deal. The football game goes off right now. It stays off the entire time. If you four can handle that, I will strip for you all right now and then give you all nice slippery hand-jobs." Robert agreed, and now I had 3 out of 4. Patrick was the only hold-out. "I can't believe how hard this decision is, but I am really into this game. I can't turn of the Super bowl half way into the game, that is crazy! It would take even more for me to do that, Miranda." "What are you holding out for, Patrick, a blow-job? No, that is not going to happen. I have offered as much as I plan too offer. The cards are all on the table; you four all have five minutes to agree. All or nothing. All four of you have to agree to the terms: The Super bowl goes off in five minutes. "The TV does not go on again until the game is over. ...