"Want you there at 2 o'clock. For kick-off, understand?"
Martin had been surprised and not a little resentful when his boss James, the owner of the construction company he worked for had ordered him to show up on Saturday at his place - a mansion in the hills.
"Yes, sir," he'd said immediately. Martin was 6'2 and muscular. He'd been working construction for the last four years out of high-school, but James - James was in his late fourties and towered over him, corded with thick muscle and a glower that told all the guys not to fuck with their boss.
Martin vividly remembered the time Manny, a cocky bruiser, had gone for James. James had fucked him up good - landing the guy in the hospital with a broken nose and arm. Shit! He still remembered James just lifting the guy off the ground and holding him over his head for what seemed like an eternity before tossing him through some framing.
He was surprised when he'd been told to show up for a game day, but even more surprised when the door was answered by his boss' girlfriend Izzie.
"Ooooh! A game day buddy!" she had squeaked, clapping her hands and then motioning him in.
Martin followed her with a sinking heart. She was 20, with small, high breasts, big hips and a full round ass that Martin tried not to ogle. All the guys knew that James' hot girlfriends were strictly off limits, at least the dudes that wanted their jobs and wanted to live!
But fuck, now here she was only wearing a clingy silk sports jersey, more like a nightie with a logo on it. And it only just brushed the tops of her thighs while stretching across that ass in the back!
She led him to the living room and a big sectional couch. The pre-game was already playing on the big screen on the wall. Her long black hair was up in cute pigtails and she was wearing fuzzy pink ankle socks.
"Izzie!" James barked. "Come bring out the snacks for Martin!"
Izzie turned and bounced out of the living room. Oh, she had brought him some snacks already, some goddamned eye candy!
"Make yourself comfortable!" called James from the kitchen. "I'm making the drinks."
Martin tried to settle back on the big couch. He looked around. The place was a huge open concept palace. There was dining set beside the couch, with heavy oak chairs. The big glass doors were all open because of the heat. Even in his shorts and t-shirt he was sweating. Luckily there were unseen fans running, probably in the ceilings. Didn't this place have air-conditioning?
"Here you go, Martin," Izzie's voice purred. "Got some sweet snacks for you."
Martin turned to say thank you, but the words strangled in his suddenly tightening throat. His mouth fell open and his dick immediately sprouted up in his suddenly way too tight shorts. His eyes went very wide. It felt like his tongue was hanging out of his mouth and dragging on the floor.
There was Izzie. She had bent from the hips to place a large tray of snacks on the coffee table. Sweet, delicious munchies, but also her jersey had slipped up to reveal the underside of her big round bottom.
A big round juice bottom that seemed as if it was inches from Martin's gawping mouth.
She smirked over her shoulder at him, wagging her ass back and forth, her eyes promising all sorts of illicit treats.
"What'd I tell you?"
Martin started, jerking his eyes away from Izzie's shapely round cheeks, her pink panties riding all the way up her luscious curves, pushing into the folds of her smooth pussy in a way that just could not be denied!
Martin pulled a couch cushion over his suddenly tented shorts. Shit, he was-
"What did I tell you?" James repeated, coming towards them, towering over Izzie, who had straightened up but was tugging her jersey down in front - which just showed off more of her ass to Martin.
"What?" Izzie asked in her drawling baby-girl voice. Her eyes darted to Martin on the couch and then back up to James. The big older man, with grey temples but so fucking thick and muscular in a tight fitting t-shirt and shorts, radiated a dangerous power. It was so hot - even with all the windows open and fans going.
"I told you, no wagging your ass in front of my friends," James said, taking Izzie's chin and tilting her face up to him. "And especially in front of my employees... You, slut!"
"Dude-" Martin began.
"Shut it," James snapped, not taking his eyes off of his girlfriend, whose face was flushing red. "You have no FUCKING idea."
"I'm..." Izzie swayed her hips from side to side, trembling a little. God-dammit, thought Martin, as she pulled the jersey far down in front so that ALL of her sweet, young ass was showing now.
"You're WHAT?" demanded James, his eyes wide, the veins bulging on the sides of his thick neck.
Izzie pulled her chin from his grasp and glared at her sugar daddy.
"I'm sorry I gave your BOY a BIG BONER!" She stuck her tongue out at Martin, who felt his cheeks flush. She turned and stuck her tongue out at James too. "Okay? I -- HEY!!!"
James grabbed Izzie by the arm and hauled her over to one of the dining room chairs. He dragged it out from the table with a screech and sat down.
"Let me go!" Izzie thrashed and beat her fist on James' big broad chest.
She might as well have been hitting a wall for all the attention James paid.
