Patsy’s Holes Filled in Mini Golf

Before I could protest or ask for clarification, Connor eagerly agreed to Trixie's proposition.

"Fine," I said reluctantly. "A performance it is."

Trixie grinned and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry bestie, we'll figure something out." Her words offered little comfort as images of embarrassing scenarios flashed through my mind.

As we approached the next hole, anxiety gnawed at me like a persistent itch beneath my skin. What had I gotten myself into? But there was no turning back now; I had made the bet and would have to follow through.

The crowd gathered around us grew larger with each passing moment. It felt like the world had become one giant stage and all eyes were on me.

I lost, of course.

I couldn't hit the golf ball straight to save my life or my dignity. So, there I was, standing in the middle of a miniature golf course, completely naked except for my stiletto heels. And now Connor wanted me to perform as part of our bet.

"What kind of performance do you want?" I asked him with a mix of hesitation and reluctance. I braced myself for his response, fully expecting something humiliating like karaoke.

To my surprise, Connor said, "How about a demonstration of your fitness? Let's see how many jumping jacks you can do."

Jumping jacks? Seriously? Out of all the things he could have chosen, he wanted me to bounce around like a cheerleader? It was almost comical how normal and mundane his request sounded compared to what I had anticipated.

"Fine," I declared. "I'll do the jumping jacks."

Connor wasted no time pulling out his phone and positioning himself to capture every embarrassing moment on video. He grinned like a maniac as he aimed the camera at me.

As I began the jumping jacks, I couldn't ignore the sensation that accompanied each jump. My breasts, larger than I'd like to admit, bounced with a mind of their own. The weight of them tugged at my chest, a constant reminder of my situation.

But it wasn't just me who felt it. I could feel the eyes of the crowd that had gathered to watch. Their stares were focused on my bouncing breasts, and I felt a flush of embarrassment.

But there was a defiance building within me. Despite the embarrassment, despite the discomfort, I was determined to finish what I'd started. I wanted to prove to myself that I could handle this, that I could rise above the awkwardness and the self consciousness.

With every jump and spread of my legs apart, my breasts bounced up and down in an indecent display that made even Trixie blush from the sidelines. It was mortifying, being exposed like this while Connor streamed it all on Facebook for everyone to see. But I was resolute, jumping until I was out of breath, until the flush of defiance overpowered the heat of embarrassment.

As I finally slowed down and caught my breath, the crowd broke into a golf clap. Amidst the embarrassment and humiliation, there was a flicker of pride. I had not only completed the challenge I'd been given, but I had also managed to impress those who had been watching.

The Sixth Hole

When we got to the sixth hole, I declared that I would not bet. The humiliation and embarrassment of my previous performance were still fresh in my mind, and I couldn't bear the thought of subjecting myself to another embarrassing display.

Connor looked disappointed. "Aww, my love," he said playfully. "I was hoping for another chance to see your athletic skills on display."

I blushed at his words and couldn't help feeling a sense of pride that he still found me desirable. And I was happy to make my husband proud of me and my fit body, even if it meant subjecting myself to public nudity and bouncing boobs.

I told my husband, "Alright then, let's make a bet."

His eyes lit up with excitement as he eagerly asked, "What are you willing to wager?"

Trixie pointed and said "this is an easy hole, bestie."

I could see the hole just a few feet away from where we stood, it seemed so easy to hit the ball into it.

I said, "How about this, if I can't make it in two strokes or less, you get to choose any punishment you want."

Connor raised an eyebrow suggestively as he considered my proposal. His gaze lingered on my naked body for a moment longer than necessary before he grinned wickedly.

"Deal," he said.

Holding my breath, I swung the club. The ball headed straight towards the hole. My heart raced as time seemed to slow down for just a moment. And then, Thunk!

The sound echoed through the air as my ball sank into the hole in one glorious stroke. A wave of triumph washed over me.

"Hooray!" I shouted, pumping my fist into the air triumphantly. "In your face!"

I danced around Connor in mock celebration, reveling in my victory and relishing every ounce of satisfaction that came with it.

"Oh yeah! Who's the champ now?" I taunted playfully while doing an improvised victory dance.

Just as I was dancing triumphantly naked on the golf course, for a moment not caring who saw me, Trixie's voice called out. "Hold your horses, bestie," she said. "You haven't won just yet."

Confusion washed over me as I followed her gaze to where the ball had disappeared. My heart plummeted as I realized she was right, there it was, rolling out of a tube on another part of the green below.

Rats! I cursed myself internally for my foolishness. Who designs these crazy holes?

With one shot left to win my bet, my nerves took hold of me. My hands trembled slightly as I lined up my aim.

I swung carefully, watching anxiously as the ball rolled along. But instead of rolling into the hole, it stopped just inches from it.

"Double rats!" I muttered under my breath, resisting the urge to throw my club across the green in frustration.

Connor blushed more than I did when he named his prize. The performance he wanted was a blow job. My eyes widened in shock as he pointed to the bulge in his pants, explaining that he had been sporting an erection since the first hole and needed some relief.

I hesitated, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. This was not what I had expected when agreeing to the bet. But then again, I couldn't shake the guilt of getting him hard for so long. It must hurt, and it was my fault, after all. And I loved giving my husband blow jobs.

With a sigh of resignation, I looked up at Connor and said with a mix of reluctance and empathy, "Alright, fine. I'll do it."

I tried to ignore the crowd of golfers around us as I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprang free.

I could feel my own hesitation mingling with arousal as I took him into my mouth. The taste of him filled my senses, salty and musky, as I began to suck him eagerly.

Connor moaned softly above me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he guided me gently back and forth along his length. The sounds of pleasure escaped from his lips like music to my ears.

My tongue danced around the head of his cock, then I sucked it deep into my throat. As Connor grew closer to climax, his grip tightened on my hair almost possessively. His breathing became erratic, matching the rhythm of my mouth working tirelessly on his throbbing member.

Finally, with a guttural groan escaping his lips, Connor reached his peak. Hot spurts flooded into my mouth as I swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of my husband's cum.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I licked the remnants of his cum from my lips. My mind was still spinning from the intensity of the moment, but a part of me couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction. I had done it, fulfilled my end of the bet and brought Connor to a climax that left him breathless.

I declared in a firm tone, "No more bets."

But just as I thought this bet had reached its conclusion, Trixie pointed to the gathered crowd that had been watching our little escapade with rapt attention. They were all men, their eyes filled with desire and their bulges growing more prominent by the second.

"Looks like you've caused quite a stir," Trixie said. "All these men have erections thanks to you. Care to take care of them too?"

My face flushed crimson at the realization that not only had I exposed myself in such an intimate act with Connor but also inadvertently turned on so many others around us. The attention made me feel both exhilarated and embarrassed at once. It was thrilling to know that I could still excite so many men, yet daunting to think about what they might expect from me.

Hesitation gnawed at me as conflicting thoughts swirled in my mind. Should I indulge these men's desires? Was it fair for them to expect anything more from me?

I hesitated for a moment, my mind caught between the thrill of the attention and the nagging reluctance that still lingered within me. The crowd of men continued to watch with hungry eyes, their bulges growing more pronounced by the second.

But then again, who was I to deny them? After all, I had willingly sucked off Connor, satisfying his desires in exchange for my own foolish bet. And now here I stood, surrounded by a group of eager onlookers who were undoubtedly hoping for a taste of what they had witnessed.

A wicked smirk tugged at the corners of my lips as an idea formed in my mind, another bet. Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through my veins or simply my own twisted sense of curiosity that led me down this path once again. But one thing was certain: if Connor wanted to play this game, then so be it.

"Alright," I said with mock confidence as I locked eyes with him. "If you win the next hole. I'll give a blow job to a spectator for each stroke you beat me by."

Connor's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. "Oh really?" he replied, his voice playful. "You sure about that?"

"Absolutely," I replied.

The Seventh Hole

With a cocky swagger in his step, Connor stepped up to take his shot on the seventh hole. The crowd watched intently as he swung his club with practiced precision and sent the ball rolling.

Connor's ball bounded off a wall, expertly maneuvering around a miniature castle, bounced off another wall before finally landing with a rattle in the hole. The crowd clapped politely at first and then erupted into cheers and applause, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Trixie, standing by the hole, looked at me. " Connor just hit a hole in one. Sorry to say, bestie, but it seems like you're about to lose this bet."

My heart sank as I watched my own ball ricochet off the castle walls and roll pathetically away from the hole. It took me six agonizing strokes to finally sink it.

"I'm sorry," Trixie said sadly. "But that means you owe the spectators five blow jobs." She gestured towards the crowd of men who were now watching us expectantly, their bulges growing more prominent by the second.

As I scanned the eager faces in front of me, hesitation gnawed at my gut like an insatiable hunger. How was I supposed to choose which men would receive these blow jobs? Which men would I take into my mouth and which men would I disappoint?

The crowd of men before me looked eager and hungry, their eyes fixed on me as if I were some kind of sexual delicacy. It was both exhilarating and daunting to be the center of such desire.

I turned to Trixie for help, "Can you help me choose?"

Without missing a beat, Trixie called out for the men to form a line if they wanted to receive one of my blow jobs. Almost every man eagerly stepped forward..

Trixie scanned the line of hopefuls before picking out five particularly handsome men.

"Alright," she grinned, "you, you, you, you, and definitely you, step forward, please."

The chosen men stepped forward.

Trixie declared, "Congratulations, gentlemen! You're about to get a blow job from Patsy and become the stars of our impromptu photo shoot."

As Trixie took out her phone to capture the momentous occasion, I knelt down on the ground in front of the first man in line. His cock stood erect and throbbing with anticipation as he awaited my attention.

Without hesitation or reluctance this time, I took him into my mouth, savoring his taste as I bobbed back and forth along his length. Trixie positioned herself strategically beside us, expertly capturing each salacious moment on her phone.

When the man came, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and sprayed hot cum all over my hair and face. The crowd clapped and laughed as Trixie captured the moment in a photo, her mischievous grin widening.

"Alright, boys! Make sure you post those photos online with the tag 'patsybarrett'," Trixie called out to the eager onlookers. "Let's make sure everyone knows just how much Patsy loves a good facial!"

My face flushed crimson at Trixie's sarcastic comment. She knew that I already had countless embarrassing photos that had made their way online.

When I finished sucking all five men, I was dripping with cum. It ran down my face and breasts, leaving a sticky trail of evidence that showcased just how much these strangers had enjoyed my skills. With a mixture of reluctance and arousal, I wiped the cum off my nose and licked my finger, savoring the taste. At least cum was delicious.

I stood up, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and degradation as the crowd erupted into applause. Their golf claps filled the air, mocking me for willingly subjecting myself to this debauchery. But deep down, I couldn't deny that there was something thrilling about being objectified like this.

As they snapped photos of me, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. If they were going to take pictures of me covered in cum, then damn it, I wanted to look good, or as good as one could while drenched in sticky white fluid. I smiled my biggest smile and posed.

The Eighth Hole

Connor looked at me with a grin. "My love," he said, "this next hole we're going to up the stakes a bit."

I blinked in surprise, not realizing we were still betting on each hole. But as I glanced around at the expectant faces of the crowd, I couldn't deny that everyone seemed to assume we were.

My mind raced trying to remember if I had agreed to this and simply forgotten. Feeling a little silly for not paying attention earlier, I decided to just go along with it.

Connor explained the new rules of our bet. "For each stroke you lose on this hole," he declared, "one of the crowd gets to fuck you."

The words sent shivers down my spine. I looked at my husband and saw a mix of pride and love in his eyes. He loved me and my body so much that he wanted to share me with the world, even if it meant embarrassing me in front of a crowd.

The thought of multiple strangers penetrating me was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, there was also an undeniable arousal building within me, a hunger for something daring and forbidden. I nodded slowly, accepting the terms of our outrageous bet.

As we approached the tee box for the eighth hole, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach. My hands trembled as I placed the golf ball on the tee. I remembered when exposing my ass had been my biggest worry.

I steadied myself and swung the club. The ball rolled up the slope and straight for the hole! But I had hit it too hard; it rolled over the hole and down the other side of the hill. Rats!

I tried again, this time hitting it more softly, but with not enough force to get it up the little hill.

My frustration grew. It felt like every stroke was one step closer to giving my body to these strangers.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of missed putts, I managed to sink the ball into the hole. The crowd erupted into applause.

"Well, my love, it looks like you're seven strokes behind," Connor said.

Trixie already had a group of men eagerly lined up at her command. Their pants were already discarded, revealing bulges that strained against their underwear. Trixie must have chosen them specifically for their very large cocks.

"Alright boys," Trixie said, "let's show Patsy here just what she's been missing out on."

The men grinned hungrily in response as they stepped forward one by one.

My heart raced as I glanced at Connor for reassurance. He smiled lovingly at me, he was enjoying every moment of this debauchery.

With a mixture of reluctance and arousal coursing through my veins, I lowered myself onto the putting green and spread my legs wide open. There was no turning back now; I had willingly agreed to be fucked by these strangers.

The first man wasted no time plunging into me with a thick cock that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Each subsequent thrust pushed me closer to the edge of ecstasy. His relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, but too soon he pulled out and sprayed his cum on my body.

It wasn't enough. I was so close to the edge, desperate for release, yet still unfulfilled. My body ached with need.

"Please," I begged. "I need more. I need someone to make me cum."

Trixie giggled from behind her phone, capturing every humiliating moment with delight. "Oh bestie," she said, "you're such a greedy little slut. But don't worry, we'll find someone who can give you what you want."

Another man stepped forward from the eager lineup. His cock glistened with precum as he positioned himself between my trembling legs.

As his thick shaft slid into me, filling the void left by the previous men, a surge of pleasure shot through my body like an electric shock. The intensity was overwhelming as he fucked me, but he too pulled out too soon, spraying his cum on my body.

It still wasn't enough.

"Please," I begged. "Fuck my pussy. Cum inside me. Fuck me 'til I cum."

Two more men followed suit, each taking their turn to ravage my aching pussy until I thought I couldn't take anymore. Their grunts mingled with my moans as they mercilessly fucked me towards oblivion.

And then, with the last thick cock inside me, it happened. With one final deep thrust, everything inside of me unraveled in an explosion of pure bliss. My body convulsed uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm slammed into me..

When I finally came down from the euphoric high, my body still trembling with aftershocks, I slowly opened my eyes to see the crowd around me. Their faces were filled with a mix of awe and arousal as they watched me, covered in sweat and cum, basking in the aftermath of such intense pleasure.

"Well " Connor said, smiling at me. "I wonder how you can top this for the next hole."

With a sigh of reluctance and desire, but mostly desire, I thought of a way to top this. I couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions, excitement and hesitation warring within me once again. The thought of having strangers penetrate my ass was both thrilling and terrifying. Thrilling won.

"Fine," I said defiantly while biting back a smirk. "Every stroke I lose by on the ninth hole, one of these guys will earn them the privilege of fucking my tight little asshole."

Connor's grin widened as he looked at the eager lineup behind him, men who were already rubbing their hands together in anticipation or adjusting their bulges that strained against their pants.

"Oh my love," he said. "I've never loved you more."

The Ninth Hole

As I stepped up to take my turn on the ninth hole, the silence was deafening. The only sound was the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze and the soft click of my club hitting the ball. My heart raced as I swung, feeling the weight of Connor's gaze upon me.

The crowd watched with bated breath. I knew what they wanted, to see me humiliated and degraded by their lust for my body. And yet a part of me craved it too.

As I looked down at the ball, I felt a sudden burst of excitement coursing through me. This was it, this was my chance to get fucked by all these eager men. I wanted to be fucked, hard and dirty, until there was nothing left but raw pleasure coursing through every inch of my being.