Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice - Sex Stories

Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice

... Robert felt me up while Axl screeched the song. "Legs" by ZZ Top came on next. What a perfect song to strip too! I stood up again, rubbing my long legs as ZZ Top sang about them. I jiggled my boobs a lot, and swayed my hips. I put my hands in my panties. I didn't take them off for a long time. At the end of the song, the guys got a quick flash of my red bush, but the thong stayed on... "Hot-bl**ded" by Foreigner was the next tune. Good song to finish off to! For the removal of the panties, I turned my back to them, and every so slowly peeled them off. Looking down at my own pussy, I could see that it was wet. Exhibitionism always turns me on something fierce. I let the panties fall to the carpet and kicked them away. I shook my now naked butt at the guys and slapped my own ass a couple of times, making a loud "Smack" sound with each spank. Now the moment they were all waiting for, where they would see me completely nude for the first time. I turned around and let them see the front of my body. I had my hands covering my pussy. I made eye contact with each of them one by one, and then I gave them all a huge grin and raised my hands above my head. I stood with my legs spread wide, letting them soak in my full nudity. Because my legs were so spread, my pussy lips were opened up, and they could see my sopping wet pussy through the short red pubic hair. I don't shave it all, but I keep the hair very short so my pussy was pretty exposed to their stares. "Living after Midnight" was ...

... the last song on the CD, and they all got to see me dance naked. I was running out of moves, so I just walked around a lot to keep my body in motion, making sure to shake my breasts and wiggle my ass a lot. When the song ended, they all clapped. I took the bottle of oil, and shook it for them all to see. "I've thought about it, guys. If you want to watch the last quarter, I can get dressed and go back upstairs." I teased, knowing full well that they were eagerly anticipating getting their cocks all stroked. They all shook there heads no, and I laughed as a shook my hair around. "I thought so." I said. I decided to give them all their hand-jobs in the same order as the lap dances. Patrick was first. I unzipped his jeans, and pulled his jeans and briefs to his knees. I teased his body with my hands, touching his chest and arms first. Then I rubbed his legs. He was so erect. I cupped his balls in my hands. I gave him a little kiss on his ear, and whispered with hot breath "Are you ready, Patrick?" He had no response to that except a moan. I squirted the oil in my hands, and started to jack him off. I stroked him slowly, pumping my hand up and down. My other hand played with his heavy balls. It took him only about a few minutes before he was breathing really hard and about to come. "Oh god... Oh my god... this feels so good... I'm.... I'm..." He didn't have to say it; I knew the end of the sentence. He was coming. Spurt after spurt of hot come shot out of his cock as it spasmed ...