I told my man, Gary, if his team won the match, there’d be a special reward. A reward for the all eleven making up the squad. When the final whistle blew and the game was over, the time came to make good on my promise. We would go into the locker room and the whole team would get a go. It won’t be long before I’ll be showered and filled from all sides.
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Throughout the game, I had kept cheering Gary and his team mates on, knowing that with every passing goal, I got one step closer to a very special, rashly made promise. I had to admit, the few beers I’d had last night definitely played a part, but at the same time I knew the offer to service the entire team was something that had been on my mind for a while now. It felt bad, filthy, unspeakably slutty, and yet…
As the countdown began, only a miracle could prevent them from winning the game, as well as an afternoon with me. When those eleven men ran back from the field, their sweat glistening in the bright sunlight, I felt a shiver travel down my spine. Was I ready for this? I had to be.
“Hello, Love,” Gary was slightly out of breath by the time he arrived at my seat, his ten mates in tow. “Ready?” He gave me a wink and again, I felt my stomach clench with nervous anticipation.
“I’ve never broken a promise yet.” I said, while eyeing the others; Tom, with the messy mop of dirty blonde hair that no comb could ever tame, Ian, whose broad, muscular shoulders clearly betrayed his day job as a builder, Lee, who was the tamest of them all, but I was certain his calm, brown eyes hid a certain passion that would soon be unleashed on me.
I got up and followed them into the locker rooms. The men took off their shirts soon after entering, wiped their faces with them, before discarding them on the wooden benches lining the changing room. And then, one by one, they turned to face me, eager for their reward to be presented to them.
Gary and I had always had an unconventional relationship. We’d go out to the local pub, and after just two rounds we’d be unable to keep our hands off each other. I lost count of the number of times I’d pleasured him with my mouth in the toilets. Neither of us cared whether we were alone in there, of it someone ended up watching.
This time, Gary’s team mates would do more than just watch. And rather than jealousy, I could see his lips curled up at the corners in pride. Everyone would get a taste of me – his woman – but I’d go home with him in the end. That was our arrangement.
I started unbuttoning my white shirt, revealing my ample cleavage which threatened to spill out of the bright red bra I’d worn for this occasion.
It didn’t take long for everyone’s eyes to be glued on me. Nobody dared to make the first move, until Gary stepped forward and tugged hard on my shirt, ripping it off me. I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, but it was more to tease than to actually cover up.
Gary circled around me, gave me a tight swat on my leather-clad ass.
“Ow!” I squealed, turning to look him in the eye.
“Lolita, it’s time.”
That dark stare I knew so intimately burned into my soul, setting my insides alight and made me gush sweet nectar into my panties.