This year’s 6 Nations tournament is just around the corner. I have a bit of a thing for rugby players; those big, tall, strapping, muscle-bound guys who play hard and tough and get themselves dirty. Given that, I guess it was almost inevitable that at least one of my men, namely “The Other Guy” would be one.
Now, I have a bit of a recurring fantasy that has me servicing “The Other Guy” and his team-mates after a game; either in celebration or as a consolation, I’m never entirely sure, but I guess it doesn’t matter.
It starts with me being smuggled into the team’s changing room during the closing stages of the game. “The Other Guy” orders me to strip, then blindfolds me before tying my hands to the bench so that I can’t escape (not that I would want to). He leaves to rejoin those players on the bench, and I am left alone, naked, blindfolded and in the dark, just waiting for what is to come.
I can hear a clock tick. As each second passes, my anticipation builds. My cunt grows wet. I squirm on the uncomfortable slatted wooden bench below me. Each tick of the clock is an increasing agony of arousal.
Finally I can hear voices approaching. I freeze as the door squeaks open.
“Fucking hell guys! What’ve we got here? Come and take a look at this!” I hear someone call out.
I sense the room fill with strong male bodies. The air is filled with appreciative whistles and suggestive comments. A coarse hand cups my cunt, a thick finger parts my lower lips, feeling how wet I am. “This little slut’s gagging for it guys!”
My restraints are untied and I’m led to treatment table in the middle of the room. Hands grope me, squeezing and mauling my boobs, my arse; fingers invade my cunt.
What follows is almost indescribable. Cocks are thrust in my mouth, plunged deep into my cunt, rammed in my arse. I’m spit-roasted, DPed, made airtight as the guys all take it in turns to make use of my holes.
The fact that I can’t see who is doing what to me, I have no way of knowing what is going to happen next adds to the naughtiness of the situation. I am completely at the mercy of “The Other Guy” and his team-mates. They could (and do) do whatever they like to me. I am nothing but a slut to be used and demeaned by them, and I love every second, every grope, every flick of a tongue, every thrust of a cock. It is just be being used by an unseen, unknown number of men and I am in my element as they use me.
By common consent they agree not to come inside me. Instead load after load of hot sticky cum is shot over me; coating my buttocks, my back, my boobs, my face. Occasionally someone shoots a load in my mouth and I swallow it down hungrily.
At some point I hear a couple of the guys encouraging a team-mate. “C’mon Davy,” they urge, “We know you’re gay but just pretend she’s a guy with boobs and fuck her up the arse.” Whether he does or not, I’ll never know but the next cock to fill my battered and sore arsehole feels thicker and longer than some of those that had proceeded it and in my mind it’s Davy fucking me, pretending I’m a guy, fucking my arse the same way he would his boyfriend’s.
The abuse goes on for what seems like an eternity. Cock after lovely thick, hard cock fills me. Load upon rich, sticky load is dumped over me. My jaw aches, my cunt is tender, my arse is raw, my boobs feel bruised from the groping and squeezing.
Slowly, one by one, they shower and dress and leave, leaving me cum-drenched, sore but intensely satisfied.
I feel a hand undo my blindfold. It pulls the cum drenched material that has become stuck to my face away. I look around. There’s no one left but “The Other Guy” and me. He smiles at me as he pumps his cock in front of my face. “I hope you’ve had fun, you filthy little slut!” he says as his cock erupts, spewing a final load other my face before making his way to the shower.
As he returns, I find the energy to stand. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he demands as I head towards the showers.
He throws my coat at me. “Cover yourself up slut!” he demands.
I do as I’m bid. My coat barely reaches below my cunt. I feel exposed, demeaned, degraded. I love it.
I clean my face up and straighten my hair as much as is possible with my fingers, before he grips my elbow and leads me from the changing room to the club bar.
As I stand at the bar, sipping my drink, my arse barely covered by my coat, the eyes of all the guys who fucked me, and those of the opposing team are upon me.
I flush when I hear myself being discussed.
“She’s a total slut!”
“She took three cocks at once.”
“I had her in every hole.”
“The little slut loved every second.”