Never Bet on Soccer World Cup 22

"All right."

"Are you sure you can resist? If you are uncomfortable you have to say so."

"It's okay, Miss Cathy, it is my honor to serve you."

Xiomira also intervened. "You see, cowboy, men are often selfish and hasty. The four of us, on the other hand, like to see a man who can hold back. And one who can hold out over time. Knowing that you won't cum is an important ingredient for my orgasm, especially since I won't have the obligation to reciprocate. I don't know if you understand how important it is for a woman to enjoy, knowing that then she can rest in peace, without guilt, without the "duty" of making that man enjoy. That is also why it is four against one: each of us knows that another woman will take care of you. This does not mean that they will make you cum right away. When I get too tired from too many orgasms of my own, the others will continue to torture you with more edge sessions."

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I realized that in front of me was Midori, moaning as I ate her pussy. Meanwhile, down there another woman had replaced the first (Cathy, or Xiomira? Or maybe it was Deedee?!) and with wet fingers was slowly stroking my fully exposed rosebud.

My grunts perhaps made it clear that if they didn't stop I was in danger of cumming.

The hands down there stopped.

Midori, in front of me, came intensely.

After I came, she held my head tightly by grabbing my hair. I continued more gently as if cradling a newly sleeping child.

Behind me, I could hear a woman moaning, probably masturbating inside the jacuzzi.

Midori stood up and gave way to another woman.

She was all wet from the jacuzzi water. She had not even dried herself. She stood in front of me, but on her knees, showing me the rosebud.

With my tongue, I could reach her pussy, but I could tell she preferred the back door. I licked very hard, pushing myself as deeply as I could. She was cursing in Spanish: it was Xiomira. Down there, very gentle hands caressed the length of my cock, and I was in danger of cumming at any moment. Once again with animalistic grunts, I tried to signal danger, and the hands stopped.

Xiomira turned around, showing me her pussy. "Bite this clit, Butler, and then make me come, but resist the temptation to cum, I want you in edge all the time."

I couldn't tell how long it lasted. Midori had come fast enough, but Xiomira seemed to need more time. The hands down there started and stopped three or four times, and I was like hypnotized.

Eventually Xiomira came too, amid screams and cursing. Instead of resting, she bent toward me to loosen the blindfold from my eyes. "Look into my eyes, cowboy. What do you see?"

"I see that you had an orgasm, Miss Xiomira."

"Yes. But there is more. Look deep into my eyes. Do you see the secret ingredient in this recipe? I don't have to reciprocate. Do you understand? The real pleasure, is enjoying, knowing that then I don't have to blowjob you, or even wait for you to masturbate to spurt your seed on my pierced nipples. Nothing! I don't have to do anything for you! This, is true pleasure. Selfishness? Of course! When I eat chocolate, I eat it, I enjoy it."

Xiomira looked at me with her green eyes and said, "Do you know why you were forced to lick me for so long? Because I had masturbated in the jacuzzi, and I had already had an orgasm half an hour ago while you were eating Midori's pussy. I did it on purpose, to make the game last longer, and your torture longer. Are you happy?"

"Thank you, Miss."

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Xiomira stood up. In her place sat Cathy, her thighs spread wide in front of my face. Midori's strong fingers, from the Jacuzzi, squeezed my cock.

In a very soft voice, Cathy whispered to me, "I'm not as selfish as she is, Sean dear, and I don't want to prolong your torture-at least for today. I masturbated while Xiomira took advantage of you, and I had my orgasm, so for today, you don't have to strain yourself. For today.

Give me a kiss on my labia, and we're good like that. Let's give the other women time to dry off and get dressed...you kiss my pussy, gently...can you smell my orgasm? Of course you smell it...don't strain yourself, just kiss me slowly.

You are so young, Sean dear...I can see how Deedee fell in love with you. By the way, she's the one clutching your cock right now, and I don't mean that metaphorically: the others are drying off, it's just her in the jacuzzi."

The woman I loved was behind me, gently stroking my balls as I kissed her friend's labia.

From back there, Deedee asked, "Who am I?"

"You are my queen, Deedee, you are the woman I am in love with."

"In general, yes. But limited to the Book Club?"

"You are the only one who has not had an orgasm today. The others, directly or indirectly, have had an orgasm partly because of me, but you are the only one left without one."

"And do you know what other difference there is between me and all my guests?"

"No, tell me."

"The three of them are dressed, and they are about to go home. They thank you very much for your services, and they are booking you for the next few weeks, and for December 21, when we will celebrate the best placement at the World Cup."

"What about you?"

"I, on the other hand, am naked, because I live here with you. Now you will kiss each of your torturers goodbye, and then you will come to me. I want you to fuck me with all the strength you have, and to take out on me all the frustration you have accumulated in these hours. I am horny as hell and can't wait for you to screw me, to claim what is yours."

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Chapter 3 The Soccer World Cup Bet.

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As the guests were already near the front door to leave, Xiomira sighed theatrically. "Oh, what a pity, Deedee, that you are not ready to share with your best friends this young hard cock! If you would at least agree to put it up for grabs, as a prize for a bet..."

"What kind of bet?" asked Deedee, concerned but also excited.

"The most classic winter bet is about the Superbowl, but we would have to wait until January and I can't take that. But, although I realize it may seem unimportant to most of you, the Soccer World Cup is played in December.

Today is Sunday, November 20, and I read online that the opening match is already over: Qatar-Ecuador 0-1. It reminds me of when I was a sports girl, playing on the women's soccer team at the university (there were many lesbians, I must admit). I'm probably the most experienced soccer player, among us girls, right?"

I heard Midori say sarcastically, "We all know that you were very "sporty" when you were young, in the sense that you did a lot of "horizontal gymnastics"... and we also know that it didn't bother you that there were a lot of lesbians in the team's locker room..."

"Shush! I used to play goalkeeper when I was studying for my doctorate in the Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México (UNAM). I was part of the women's team "Las Pumas" and you can't imagine how many "balls" I grabbed with these two hands, with padded gloves... or without! Ha, ha! Some balls I have held them for a long time, others I have repelled with closed fists, oh, so many memories! But enough about me all the time now! Deedee-what do you say we place a little wager, chérie? Best final ranking, two-hour prize with Sean, zero limits.

You, being a French-born aristocrat, would be represented by the defending champion team, by far the strongest team ever (and with handsome, muscular boys). And I guarantee that I would offer you a great advantage: they are the strongest soccer players of the moment, I know all about them, and I know all the statistics. The three of us, on the other hand, would be forced to root for much less titled teams....

My family is from Costa Rica. I pick the team, but as an expert, I'm sure it has little chance of winning the Cup. Midori is Japanese-the team ten years ago was very strong, and they won four Asian Cups, but at the World Cup they never reached the semifinals. You see, Deedee, that in this bet your France would start very much ahead. Finally -- Cathy Rizzo's family is Italian. Italy won the European championships in 2020, but then failed to qualify for the World Cup -- for the second time, I must admit."

I heard Cathy's voice, quite offended. "My family landed fresh from the Boat in the mid-nineteenth century, blondie! Listen to me: I am an American . Right or wrong, it's my Country. And my countrymen from the States, in 2021, won the North American Gold Cup, with a 1-0 blowout right against your beloved Mexico. My Yankees qualified very well, and I also expect great things ahead of the next World Cup to be held in 2026."

Xiomira's voice warbled a wry laugh. "Wow, Cathy, and who knew? We have an expert here! You, then, are abandoning the multi-champion Italian team to rely on the States? Okay. Your body, your choice."

"You see... is that I don't want to cheat on my husband. I don't think it is true cheating to allow a butler to give me a pussy lick, especially with Deedee's consent. I believe it is not cheating but simple teasing. But if my team won, I would not want to be forced to choose between cashing in the prize of a victory (by getting my pussy fucked) or betraying loyalty."

"Oh, poor Snow White, your husband Richard never had such doubts when he was cheating on you! By the way, he is Dutch isn't he? Maybe you could choose orange Netherlands: 10th in the Official Ranking. But if you really want to lose, I can allow you to choose the team you prefer. Midori?"

The Asian woman was consulting an online encyclopedia. Without looking up she replied, "Japanese soccer players have all my confidence. They are as strong as Samurai and as cunning as Ninja, and as beautiful as the flowers of the Cherry Tree. If I were to choose with rationality, I would say Brazil because it is first in the Official Ranking, but since I choose with my heart, it will be Japan, even though it is ranked 23rd in the Ranking, according to this official website."

Next to me, Deedee spoke very calmly. "It would be an unfair advantage for me to choose France. First of all, because it is much stronger than your teams. But most importantly--because I am not French. My family had settled in an aristocratic fiefdom near Montreal in Quebec in the seventeenth century--yes, I know I am simply 'the French girl' to you, but my family is at least as North American as yours. My team is Canada, although I am well aware that it is much lower ranked on paper."

I felt Deedee's hand on my thigh. In a very soft voice, she said, "Sean dear, this is a Neutral Time (although you are still Cuffed and Blindfolded). We girls are having a bet, like in the old days when we were young. The stakes are your dick. Whoever of us wins will have your cock for two hours, and can ask you anything. But if you don't agree, you can stop everything now, and there will be no bet."

"You would like to bet? Would you like to bet my cock as if it were an object?"

"I--Sean dear, it's a thrill. The thrill of the bet. And the pleasure I get from seeing your submission. "Nescio quod sed fieri sentio..." Catullus is my favorite poet, maybe I should get a tattoo here above the scar. Maybe you wonder why I act this way -- the answer is that I don't know either, but I notice it happens and I can't stop it from happening.

I never bet money. But betting a give with my friends gets me excited. And the knowledge that I can stake ... even ... your cock ... intoxicates my brain, is like a powerful hallucinogen, makes me feel omnipotent.

But don't worry. I've never done drugs and I'm perfectly conscious. I won't leave you alone: we'll all be here (okay, girls?), the two hours will be here in the Winter Garden, and I'll be here to make sure you're comfortable. If anything is not comfortable for you, I will protect you."

From a distance, Xiomira said, with a very cocky attitude, "Sean, trust us. I would only ask you to fuck my pussy. Nothing more than that. And don't risk impregnating me, because the surgeons have removed my uterus, total hysterectomy. With me, no handcuffs, those are a perversion of dear Cathy. No blindfold and no slaps, those things only Midori would do. Just my body and yours, your cock inside my pussy for hours."

I said to Deedee, "If this bet gives you a thrill, I accept my cock as an object at your complete disposal for you, Deedee. You can do whatever you want with it-you can even put it up as a prize for a bet."

The guests applauded as Xiomira exulted. "Ah, what madness! Deedee could have chosen France and been 100 percent safe, but instead, she chose Canada, which is 38th in the Ranking, just for the thrill of the bet!"

Four women in elegant dresses laughed and hugged each other, celebrating their decades-long friendship. I was naked, my cock erect after hours of tease and denial, and I had just been degraded from a person to an object. But I did not feel humiliated: I felt peaceful. Despite the grief, surgeries, divorces, and marital problems, the four friends were happy today, and I was contributing to their happiness.

Come dicevano gli attori nel vecchio film True Lies (1994? Per me è un capolavoro), Denial- - it's not just a river in Egypt", e io avrei voluto aggiungere, un fiume lunghissimo, come lungo era

After the guests had left, Deedee lay down on the chaise longue with her legs open. I reached down to lick her eagerly, but she stopped me with her hand as she masturbated frantically.

"Screw me, Sean. Fuck me right now. My pussy is soaking wet. Watching you make my guests drive me crazy, I'm all hot. With her talk, Xiomira wanted to interrupt my mood, but waiting made me even hornier! Now, Sean... screw me without foreplay and fuck me hard."

I buried my hard cock in her pussy. Deedee screamed with pleasure. She must have masturbated a lot in the jacuzzi because she was all wet. I feared I could not resist but after a few seconds she screamed even louder, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and I felt the involuntary contractions of her orgasm.

She released her arms and neck, in the bliss of pleasure. She was motionless as if she had passed out, but the pussy was hot and throbbing. I cum inside her warm pussy and then we remained embraced without speaking.

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Chapter 4 - The games during the weeks, Book Club every Sunday.

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I didn't know much about soccer. My family was Irish, but Rugby had always been in the first place, followed by Basketball, Football, and Baseball. None of us were ever interested in Soccer.

Soccer was a sport that had always seemed boring to me. Many games ended without a single goal as if you were watching two basketball teams not scoring a single point in ninety minutes.

But this year, I was following the results of the Soccer World Cup with some apprehension.

I had to admit that being considered an object aroused mixed emotions in me. On the one hand, I was proud of my devotion to Deedee: and I felt relieved of all responsibility because if I had to lend my performance to another woman, it would not have been because of me.

On the other hand, however, I was worried. Maybe Deedee wanted to test my fidelity? Maybe she wanted revenge on her ex-husband, a notorious cheater, by forcing me to cheat on her? And how would Deedee react after seeing me screw another woman? Even if she had been the one to ask me, it was still a betrayal: our relationship was still too fragile, and I doubted that she was not ready for such an experience.

Why was Deedee doing this? I didn't know, and neither did she. We could see that it was happening, but we didn't understand why.

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On Sunday, November 27, the Book Club meeting had been preceded by a storm of messages on the collective chat.

Each day, the results fueled hopes and worries. Meanwhile, some players had become ill or injured or (worse) expelled, and could no longer participate.

The only thing certain was that the U.S. was ranked first in their Group: they had already won against both Wales and England and were qualified with no more doubt.

Midori's Japan had surprisingly won 1-0 against Germany, and then tied with Xiomira's Costa Rica, which had already won against Spain ("El Milagro!": a miracle, she wrote in chat).

Probably both would have qualified for the next stage, although one had to wait for the results of the last matches. Unfortunately, Soccer is boring and we always had to wait.

The other teams were all still to be decided, except for France, which had already scored two wins (against Australia and Denmark).

In contrast, Canada had drawn two games and was in danger of being eliminated. So all the girls teased Deedee about her bad preference (which she proudly defended), with memes and vignettes about the maple leaf or a misplaced moose in the Persian Gulf.

To celebrate Cathy, Xiomira had proposed through messages on the collective chat to allow her to introduce a sex-toy of her choice.

The four women knew well what Cathy Rizzo's perversions were. She had a kink for chastity cages. Predictably, that was the sex-toy.

The three guests arrived by car. Cathy ran into the house and had Deedee help her.

First Cathy had me put on the metal handcuffs she had brought.

Then, using a towel soaked in cold water, the two women made my cock limp.

With a ceremonious gesture, Cathy pulled the package of a still unsealed, brand-new chastity cage out of the bag. She opened the outer plastic and showed me a black silicone cage, with wide gaps between the bars. Cathy giggled all pleased.

Arching an eyebrow, Deedee observed, "My dear friend, personally I feel flattered, but it seems to me that the cage is a wee bit too big for Sean's cock--see? There is still too much room in front of the tip..."

Cathy smiled. "Oh, this package is new but it wasn't for Sean, I had bought it for my husband Richard. It was a wrong purchase-we decided right away to use the much shorter metal cage. I should have returned it to the store, but I forgot. Today it could be fun if Sean agrees. Then, of course, if you two decide you like it, you can buy a shorter metal cage. Theoretically, Sean could cut the silicone with a pair of garden shears, but not today, with his wrists cuffed behind his back, ha, ha!"

I saw that Deedee was looking at me worriedly, so I said, to reassure her, "It's okay honey. I can take this torture today."

Cathy gestured to hand the necklace with the two keys to Deedee. But my girlfriend stopped her with a wave of her hand.

"Wear it around your neck, Cathy. You are her Keyholder today. The house is mine, the Winter Garden is mine, but the cage is yours, yours alone. And the handcuffs remain yours, too. I want you to keep both keys."

Cathy smiled, with excitement in her eyes. She grabbed my balls and walked briskly toward the glassed-in Garden.

"Deedee, be an angel, bear the tray with the tea, Sean must "bear" other duties now!"

Prancing like a happy fawn, Cathy hopped toward the Winter Garden, where Midori and Xiomira were waiting for us. When they saw me enter, they cheered with applause and whistles of approval.

"Yay! Another cock caged by Miss Cathy!"

"Well done, Cathy, you are always the best!"

Cathy dragged me between her friends and then left me between the two of them.

Xiomira stroked my exposed bales under the cage. "I don't know if your Mistresses explained to you, but when Cathy puts the cage on a cock, our job is to get that man aroused until his erection makes the bars stick against his flesh."

"Maybe I can resist," I said, hesitating.

Midori, too, took to stroking my buttock and cage as Deedee slowly joined us with the tray of cookies.

Xiomira became completely disinterested in tea. She was wearing a short dress, so she could get down on her knees and lick my balls. "If you see a woman kneeling in front of your balls, won't you get hard, Sean dear?"