Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Fucking Fox Sports (Part 4) Author: TheBigLove126 Celebs: Katie Nolan, Charissa Thompson Codes: FF, celeb, nc-cons, oral, spank Summary: Katie and Charissa celebrate their teams making it to the Super Bowl - Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story involving two sports reports employed by Fox Sports. This is a very short story to set up the next part, which will be written following Super Bowl XLIX. If you have any questions, comments or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at - thebiglove126@yahoo.com or chat with me on YIM, I am almost always online. When it comes to request, I will take them if they interest me and I like the celeb (no Miley, no Lohan, no Scarlett and absolutely no Kardashian). For more celeb stories from myself and other great writers, visit my site http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com/ today! - "Wooo!" Katie Nolan screamed as she entered the Boston hotel room. "Super Bowl bound, baby!" Katie had just come from the AFC Championship game where her home team, the New England Patriots, made it into the Super Bowl for the sixth time in fourteen years by defeating the Indianapolis Colts. Following behind her into the hotel room was her colleague Charissa Thompson, who earlier in the day had watched HER home team, the Seattle Seahawks, win the NFC Championship game in a historic comeback over the Green Bay Packers and make their second straight Super Bowl appearance. "Celebrate while you can Nolan, in two weeks only one of us will be on top of the world and it sure as hell won't be you," Charissa commented as she dropped her purse on the table. "Yeah whatever, your team had to have another one choke to get in," Katie said as she turned on the television. "My team kicked ass." "Seattle played a real team, your little group of cheaters beat up on a team with a neckbeard for a quarterback and no help whatsoever," the blonde said as she sat down on the bed. "Big balls on you to call someone a `cheater'," Katie joked, sitting down next to her. "Oh come one, what I do isn't cheating," she said as she placed a hand on Katie's thigh. "It's just fun." "Oh sure, I saw the Fox pregame show, you were flirting your pretty little ass off with Gronkowski. Don't tell me you didn't meet up with him afterwards," Katie responded, unzipping her own hoodie to reveal a number eighty-seven Patriots jersey, the same of the man Charissa supposedly flirted with on national television. "I will neither confirm nor deny," she answered with a laugh as she pulled her jacket off, revealing a Luke Willson Seahawks jersey. "Besides, I have my own little tight end toy, from a REAL team." "Those are fighting words, Thompson," Katie said before shoving Charissa down on the hotel bed, crawling on top of her. "Oh no, I get to be on top this time," Charissa said as she tossed Katie down on rolled on top of her. "Oh hell no!" The girls continued to roll around on the bed, trying to determine who the dominant one was. As they rolled around, Charissa reached over to the end table and pulled out a blue ribbon from her purse. She forced Katie onto her stomach and pulled her hands behind her back. She tied the ribbon around her wrists while she tried to fight. "What the fuck!?" Katie exclaimed. "Today is my day, bitch," Charissa said as she pulled Katie's jersey off, leaving it in a ball at her wrists (as she was unable to remove it with the ribbon bounding her hands). "Come on, this isn't cool Charissa," Katie grunted. "You know what isn't cool? You, Molly and that loser Phil raping me in a closet!" she yelled. "Rape? You liked it by the end!" Katie yelled back. "But not at first. Now it's time for you to feel the same!" Charissa pulled her own jersey off before unsnapping her lime green bra, setting her perky breasts free. Katie continued to struggle, not wanting to be dominated. "Come on, just untie me and we can just fuck like usual," she begged. "I don't like being tied up." "I don't care what you want," Charissa said as she rolled off of her to remove her jeans. "This is about what I want, Nolan." The thirty-two year old blonde pulled her matching green panties off, leaving her completely nude next to the topless brunette. She reached for Katie's jeans and roughly yanked them down. She was not surprised to see that, along with no bra, her young Bostonian friend was sans panties as well. Katie kicked her feet, trying to roll over and get control back but Charissa grabbed them, held them down and spanked her ass with a stiff right palm. "Bad girl!" Charissa said, spanking her again. "Very bad girl!" "Don't talk to me like that," Katie whispered. "Oh honey, I'll do whatever I want to you," Charissa responded before shoving her face between Katie's cheeks, pushing her tongue against her tight asshole. "Oh fuck," Katie sighed. Charissa shook her face side to side at a rapid pace, motorboating the younger woman's bubbly ass while her tongue probed its way past the tight entrance. Katie's grunts and groans of disapproval slowly turned into moans of intense pleasure. As much as she did not want to enjoy being dominated, she could not fight her natural urges. She loved Charissa more than anyone on the planet (not named Molly McGrath) and stopped trying to fight her. "Oh yes," she moaned. "Taste my ass, baby!" Charissa pulled away and spit a large wad on her ass before diving back in, sliding her tongue farther inside her. Her lips were locked tightly to her asshole as the tongue went as far as humanly possible. She continued to motorboat her butt, giving Katie the great feeling of her ass cheeks vibrating as fast as they could. "Fuck!" she squealed. The blonde could feel a warmth against her chin, feeling the increasing wetness coming from Katie's cunt. She kept her mouth tightly against her ass for a few more seconds before pulling away and rolling her on her back. Charissa grabbed Katie's legs and spread them wide before rubbing her nose against the pulsating clit in front of her. Katie eventually slid out of the ribbon and had free use of her hands once again. She immediately grabbed Charissa's head and pulled it tightly against her soaked pussy. The blonde Seattleite looked up and winked at her before wrapping her mouth around her cunt and sliding her tongue inside. "Eat me out, you cunt," Katie moaned. Charissa slowly moved her body around until her lower body was next to Katie's head. Katie dropped to her back and pulled Charissa's hips over her face, putting her in a sixty-nine. The younger brunette quickly slid her tongue into the just-as-wet cunt in her face. She could instantly feel a deep, loud groan shoot up her pussy as Charissa felt her first stimulation of the night. This was all Katie needed to give her an intense orgasm that sprayed up her blonde lover's nose. "Shit!" Charissa yelled, pulling away and shooting Katie's cum out of her nose. "Sorry," Katie mumbled through her cunt. Charissa started spanking Katie's orgasming cunt, repeating `bad girl' over and over again. "I'm a very bad girl," Katie said as she softly nibbled on Charissa's clit. "A bad, bad girl." Charissa got out of the sixty-nine position and sat straight up, putting all of her weight on Katie's face. Instead of letting Katie do the work, she started to grind her wet pussy against her friend's face, using her as nothing more than a living, breathing Sybian. "Make me cum you little slut!" Charissa screamed. The blonde rocked back and forth at a pace that Katie had not thought was possible. She thought her nose would dislocate as Charissa grinded her taint against it. Judging by the speed and intensity of the grinding, Katie figured that it would not take long for her friend to leave a sweet, sexy wet trail all over her smothered face. Charissa proved Katie right as she suddenly stopped moving with her friend's nose snuggled tightly inside her pussy. Like she had done to her earlier, Charissa filled Katie's nose with her succulent love juice. Katie's arms and legs flailed around as she felt the warmth shoot up her nose. Eventually, she was able to push her off of her and attempt to catch her breath. The blonde fell to her stomach and started rubbing herself to finish off the massive orgasm. "Shit!" she hummed as she began to come down from her high. "You are fucking intense," Katie said as she wiped her face clean of the leftover cum, sucking each finger clean. "You think that's intense? Wait until you hear what I'm proposing for the big game," she responded, rolling onto her back and pulling Katie close to her. "What do you got?" Katie asked as she rested her head on Charissa's chest, feeling her still breathing heavily. "How about loser has to be the winner's slave for a day," she proposed. "Anything and everything the winner wants, the loser has to do." "I like your thought process," Katie said, kissing her stiff nipple. "You think we can involve our little Molly girl?" "Hmm, I guess she can be the referee, making sure you obey me," she responded, kissing the back of her head. "Ha funny, we all know that Tom Terrific will lead me to victory," Katie chuckled. "Yeah right, I'll be going `Beast Mode' all over your slutty ass," Charissa said before planting a deep kiss on her lover. The girls pulled the covers over themselves and drifted off to sleep, each dreaming of their victory in the bet. To be continued following Super Bowl XLIX...