Football In The Park Part 4, Series
The Locker Room
Suddenly spunk is hitting me from all directions
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Jeff decides to take his wife along to his Sunday football game for some sexy fun…
When we pull up at the ground, he surprises me by taking my sleep mask out of his kitbag and handing it to me. “Right, I’m going in to get changed; you can watch the game from the touchline. But I want my pet waiting in the locker room at half-time, naked and blindfolded.”
Oh my god, was he serious about me blowing his whole team? I mean, I’d have to do it, because I’m his slave for the day, so I wouldn’t have any choice. I’d have to kneel there like a cheap slut, sucking cocks until I’m drenched in hot cum. “Yes, Sir! I’ll be waiting.”
“Good girl.”
The guys take their football seriously, but no one else seems to: I’m the only spectator. I stand bored on the touchline until the teams run out, Jeff slapping my ass as he passes me. Then I stand bored on the touchline while they play, with four equally bored substitutes sitting on benches beside me.
I’d forgotten how tedious football is. But I know enough about the game to understand that when one of the guys in red runs up the wing dribbling the ball, he might score against Jeff’s team. As he gets close I distract him by slowly lifting my t-shirt.
He stops dead to stare at me, his jaw dropping open as my tits drop out of my top.
I hear a whispered, “Fuck!” and then a louder “Ah, fuck!” as Jeff runs past him and collects the ball.
That worked better than I expected. So every time the opposition get the ball, I flash my tits. When that stops having an impact, I pull my skirt up, turn around, and bend over. It’s only when I’ve exposed my ass a few times that I remember I’m wearing ouverte knickers, and I’ve literally been showing them everything.
Oops.
With five minutes left in the first half, Jeff’s team are 3-0 up. I think I’ve helped enough, and I have another job I need to prepare for.
I hurry inside, open the first door I come to, see a row of benches and sports bags, and head in to the changing room. I quickly strip, kneel on the cold tiles of the shower area, put on my sleep mask, and wait.
It’s not long before I hear the team clatter in. The sound of boots on tiles stops as soon as they see me, replaced by whistles and someone saying, “Alright lads, who left their whore on the floor?”
I don’t recognise that voice, but it’s been years since I knew everyone on Jeff’s team. Whoever he is, he knows why I’m here. “Hello, boys. I need everyone’s cum, quickly.”
Someone grabs a fistful of my hair and I can smell a musty dick pressing against my lips. I open my mouth to let it in, and its owner pulls my head forward until I’m choking on him. When I lift my hands to try pushing him back, two other guys take hold of them and wrap my fingers around their cocks instead. The man fucking my throat pulls out and someone else must have taken his place, because I’ve got a shorter, skinnier prick between my lips now.
The next few minutes are a bit of a blur: I’m giving handjobs to two dicks, all around me I can hear the schlup, schlup of men masturbating, and the only thing I can do is let my jaw go slack, and drool helplessly while a series of sweaty cocks take turns to fuck my mouth. I don’t recognise any of them as Jeff’s, but he’s probably saving himself so he can fuck me behind the stand like he promised.
The cock in my right hand throbs and erupts, leaving watery cum running over my fingers and down my arm. That triggers a deluge; suddenly spunk is hitting me from all directions, most of it landing in my hair or dripping down my shoulders. The guy with his dick in my mouth must have been hit by friendly fire, because he swears — “Dirty bastard!” — then thrusts deep, so my nose is pressed against his pubes. I can feel his cock pulsing as I spasm around him, and thick, sticky heat slides down my throat.
The last man to come is the one I’ve been awkwardly wanking with my left hand. Frustrated, he pushes my arm away and pulls my mask up. As soon as he touches the mask I know what he intends, so I’ve already got my eyes closed when he shoots his spunk straight at them.
I sink to the floor, shattered, as the guys troop out. After a minute or two to get my breath back, I use my clean left hand to scoop cum off my face before I risk opening my eyes to turn on a shower.
I sit and let soothing water run over me for a while. It’s hot, but not as hot as my cheeks when the realisation of what I’ve done hits me. A dozen men — strangers, practically — used me, and I let them, because a drunken dare unlocked something slutty and submissive in me. If they’d pushed me back on the tiles I would have spread my legs and let them gangbang me, and the heat in my cunt tells me that’s exactly what I should have done.
I want to masturbate, because the whole humiliating experience has left me horny as hell, but I’m exhausted and I need to get clean. I run my fingers through my matted hair instead, watching clumps of cum slide off me and down the drain.
By the time I’ve washed, found a towel in one of the guy’s bags, and got dressed, there can’t be long left in the game, but I go back out to cheer on Jeff anyway.
When he sees me on the touchline, he signals to one of the boys on the bench and gets himself subbed.
He puts his arm around me and whispers, “Thanks to you we’re 7-0 up with fifteen minutes left to play. I’m going to get changed quick. Wait for me behind the stand.”
Yes! He’s going to fuck me. Thank god, because I’ve got my energy back now and my cunt is still aching for a cock.
I wait by the bike rack for him.
When he comes around the corner he’s carrying his kit bag and swinging the pair of pink, furry handcuffs I bought as a joke years ago. “Is my good girl ready for her reward?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Bend over then.”
I do as I’m told and he cuffs my wrists either side of a low cycle stand. He lifts the back of my peasant skirt up and over my head, so my top half is trapped inside a cotton tent and my bottom half is completely exposed.
He digs his fingers into my asscheeks and pulls them apart. “I think it’s time to take my pet’s virginity.”
Oh, fuck!
Thankfully he didn’t just pack a sleep mask and handcuffs: a finger spreads cold, greasy lube around my asshole, then slides inside.
He puts one finger in me sometimes when we’re fucking doggy style, and I like that. But this time he adds a second. Having two fingers fucking my ass isn’t so bad, and I don’t get anxious until his fingers withdraw and I feel his slick, heavy cock head pressing against me. I suspect he can feel my asshole clenching in response.
“Please, Sir, I’m scared. Can I have it all at once? The whole length, fast, like ripping off a plaster.”
That obviously suits him because he thrusts, hard, and I squeal as his girth stretches me further than I thought possible. It’s painful, but he holds himself deep inside me while the initial shock subsides. Then he starts slowly fucking me, and every gentle, lubricated stroke is a little less sore and a little more exciting, until pleasure finally overrides pain and my cunt begins to throb with need. Why have we never tried anal before? It’s so good. If my hands were free to rub my clit, I could come with his dick in my ass. I might not even need that: just the thought of how much he’d enjoy my asshole squeezing his thick shaft as I orgasm is almost enough to tip me over the edge…
…and then I hear the sound of footsteps. Lots of footsteps.
Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!
At least my husband covered my face when he pulled my skirt up. Unless these people recognise him, they’ll have no idea who the slut getting fucked in public is.
Jeff thrusts balls deep into me and growls, “I promised the team there’d be a blowbang at half-time, but my silly little girl waited in the wrong changing room. So now she’ll have to make it up to them.”
I feel a pulsing heat spreading inside me. Jeff pulls out, leaving my asshole gaping and cum running down my leg.
“Right lads, her ass is off limits but if you don’t mind my spunk dripping on you you’re welcome to her pussy. Who’s first?”
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