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Fantasy Football  (2013)
 
    The Public  Relations Department at Earthworm Equipment Inc,, had a 
multitude of tasks and  assignments and some very specifically focused 
personnel.  It is quite a  competitive industry and being a man's man so much of the 
requirements to sell  and buy.  To get to the Public Relations Department, 
it is where I am  employed.  My salary a very basic $50,000 a year; but the 
opportunity for  making much more depends the possibility of a bonus or more 
of them.  We  work hospitality if there are functions going on that 
required a bias person to  encourage and enlighten the prospective customers into 
looking at our product in  a favorable light. 
    Lots of  these functions, open houses, convention booths and others can 
just be boring  and looking like attractive background for the salesmen to 
work their  magic.  And yes, being a "man's" industry, heavy equipment is 
mostly  salesmen.  Not saleswomen.  No, I am not one of those young attractive 
 women that walk around in a skimpy bikini, eye candy and  distracting. 
    I am middle  age, and maybe termed pretty.  I do look attractive in 
nice clothing and  wear it well; but no one will ever mistake me for a sexy 
siren.  My long  dark hair and my being interested in the works of E.A. Poe the 
cause of my  nickname.....Raven, or sometime  "The Raven".  A name I have 
kept for  those who know me well, all through the years.   And one that 
stands  me in good stead, instead of giving my true vorname when working an  
event.
    Ms Alana  Hendricks, the VP in charge of Public Relations and also 
Human Resources, has a  job for me this weekend.  As I said, I have a fixed 
salary of 50 plus  benefits; but working overtime and weekends supplements my 
earning  immensely.  I may not be that beautiful young woman that the men love 
to  ogle; but in instances when discretion is required, I am trusted to be 
very  discreet in what I see and do.  This weekend I have the good fortune 
to be  administrative assistant to the CEO of the company.  Well really a  
glorified way of says that I will be a secretary in that I will be serving  
drinks and snacks and whatever else is required.  The event?  Denver  Broncos 
at New York Giants in Met Life Stadium.  The battle of the  Peyton Brothers. 
 I have been to a number of games watching my team the  NYG; but always in 
the stands.  Today I will watch it from one of the  luxury booths.  Well 
hopefully I will be able to watch some of it, if the  men are not too drunk and 
too demanding.  Luckily I know how to mix drinks,  the more common ones 
anyway and the snacks will be sent to the booth and all I  have to do is serve 
them.  And maybe order other foods from the concession  stands.  "Go for."  
It will be my official title for the  day.
    Looking at  myself in the full length mirror, seeing a middle age woman 
of course.   Tall and attractive, looking like a waitress at a fancy 
restaurant.  My  hair pulled back in a ponytail, minimum of makeup, just a little 
clear lip gloss  and some eye liner and shadow.  My summer tan had turned my 
skin to a nice  dark brown.  One of the benefits of living most of the 
summer on the Long  Island Sound.  The white blouse barely bulged by my small 
breasts, plain  and starched buttoned from the next to top button to the 
waist, tucked into a  plain black tailored skirt.   The drape of the skirt 
showing off the  fact that my hips might be a little wide; but also showing off 
that I have long  lean legs as the length of the skirt is mid thigh.  No hose 
as my legs are  really nicely tanned still in early September.  And just a 
pair of low, no  nonsense high heels.  I really don't need to increase my 
height of  5'10".  All and all I look professional and still  functional.
    Slipping out  to say hello to Ms Hendricks and thanking her for this 
opportunity.   Feeling a flush of embarrassment as I see she is speaking with 
someone in the  office.  Not just someone; but the CEO of the company, Mr. 
Thomas J.  Jackson.  A quick introduction and as it turns out more direct 
instructions  from Mr. Jackson.  He was going to explain to Ms Hendricks what 
he expected  and had a list of guests and some background on each one of 
them.   Listening  as he checks down the list of guests for the Suite.  All  
were invited specially for this game as two are from Denver and another two 
from  the Tri-State area.  So, at least I know there would be six guests and 
that  wasn't a lot for the size of the suite.  Listening as he continues to  
discuss the agenda.  Basically I was for "go for" duty and not  conversation. 
 Stand demurrly in the back of the room unless serving one of  the guests.  
Easy money for an extra 100 an hour  plus maybe some  tips. 
    Waiting at  the office lobby for the arrival of the limo that would 
transport the party to  the Stadium.  Holding the door of the limo as Ms. 
Hendriks and Mr Jackson  climbed into the back, shutting it and climbing into the 
passenger seat for the  ride to the Hilton at Pearl River to pick up the 
other guests.  Again,  showing them into the back of the limo with a smile and 
cherryfully  greeting.  The ride quick and right to the VIP entrance, 
getting my key  card and going to the suite directly, as the passengers move to 
have a drink or  two at the VIP Lounge. 
    Quite a  roomy suite and well appointed.  The chairs all plush leather, 
the glass  tinted to keep out glare, crowd noise and viewing from outside.  
Checking  the wet bar and kitchen area and then the rest room to make sure 
all was in  order.  Setting my bag down. and making myself a drink of single 
malt  scotch on the rocks as I was allowed.  Sipping it figuring I have a  
good hour at least before they come to the suite.  A tour of the stadium  
and some drinks before the game.  They already having had a brunch at the  
Thayer Hotel at West Point, NY and then changed for the game  itself. 
    No suits and  ties.  But the cost of the clothing as expensive as if 
they were wearing  tailored suits.  The guests ranging from a man in his 
thirties I would  guess, to another who had to be in the sixty range.  Casual 
dress, shorts  and long slacks and polo shirts, except for Ms Hendricks, 
wearing a cream  colored linen skirt and peach colored peasant blouse.  She looked 
the  power executive, even when dressing down.  A pair of sandals showing 
off  her lovely legs and feet.  And her tan just as nice as mine.  She  being 
tall and slender, bust larger then mine, and hips a bit smaller and legs  
long and lean.  A woman who keeps herself in great  shape.
    The scotch  warming and relaxing me as I inventory the liquid 
refreshments and check on the  status of the more solids refreshments.  All seemed in 
order as I stand by  the door to greet the guests as they file into the 
room.  Hearing their  praise at the lavish suite and the great view of the 
field.  Taking their  orders and easily complying with their simple taste in 
drinks.  Then  setting out some snacks in bowls for casual munching.  Assorted 
chips and  nuts and salsa dips.  Lightweight munchies.
    The TV's  already sizing up the games with ex-footballers commenting on 
the match of the  two Super Bowl MVP brothers.  The men talking and 
watching the warmups on  the field and just enjoying the milieu in general.  Ms 
Hendriks joining in  and actually making sense to me in her conversation about 
the teams and  football.  Wondering to myself if she "boned up" on this for 
this game or  if she was a real football fan.
    Of course  being that two of the men were from Denver and the other two 
from the Tri-State  area, wagering came into play.  And surpisingly to me, 
Ms Hendriks joining  in, on the side of the Denver men.  So a three and 
three split.  Each  wagering $100 dollars on the outcome of the game.  Taking 
the actual cash  and putting it  in a glass to be split by the winning  team.
    Then Mr  Jackson announcing that since they are all good friends and he 
knows they would  like to play a fantasy football game he thought up for 
today.  Looking over  at Ms Hendriks and seeing her nod and then to me, he 
explained to them what he  had in mind for his friends. 
    The Fantasy  football would all be run off of scoring by each team.  
Stepping forward as  he waves me forward and introduces me to the men.  The 
two gentlemen from  Denver being Mr. Bobby Lee and Mr. James Longstreet and 
the gentlemen from the  Tri-State area being Mr. George Thomas and William T. 
Sherman.  Shaking  each of their hands with a polite greeting as I step back 
an listens to Mr.  Jackson explaining the game rules.  Each person put in 
another $50 and they  would be entered.  The Fantasy would not be exactly 
football; but based on  the scores.  For each score there would be a pay out.  
One player on  each team was entitled to the payout for each score.  The 
payout itself,  was contingent on the type of score.  A field goal was worth a 
"blow job",  a offensive or defensive touchdown was worth a fuck, a return 
touchdown or  safety is worth whatever you want. 
    "Raven, will  be standing in as the payout if you are interested."  She 
is quite capable  in many ways and also quite experienced and discreet.  
She will also be  available for the winning team for the rest of the night if 
they so  desire."  Nodding my head assent and feeling a little flush in my 
cheeks as  I glance over at Ms Hendriks.  Seeing the men look in that 
direction  also.
    Ms Hendriks  stepping forward and handing Mr. Jackson a $50,  "I love 
wagers and do not  let my being a woman dissuade you from participating."  
The other men each  adding $50 and finding it handed to me.  Taking the money 
and placing it to  the side in another glass.
    "If you have  no questions lady and gentlemen, lets enjoy the game."  
His statement  starting the conversation again, and a few looks at me from 
the assembled  men.  This possibility had been posed to me earlier when 
discussing with Mr  Jackson and Ms Hendriks as to what he needed to make the event 
successful.   As I said, I am not beautiful or young; but I am quite 
skilled and experienced  and discreet and this is my Public Relations specialty.  
I have entertained  clients and customers and venders before and made myself 
available for them if  they needed company for their stay.  It is what I  
do. 
    The  atmosphere changing with the announcement of the game.  The men 
now a bit  more friendly with their hands and comments as I bring them a drink 
and pass  around the snacks.  "Come here Raven."  Turning with my tray and  
walking to Ms Hendriks.  Stopping in front of her and looking down as her  
hands move deftly to undo the top button on my blouse, then the next one,  
working her way down to all are undone.  Fingers moving to push the sides  
apart and taking a deep breath as her fingers brushes my left breast and 
already  hard nipple.  Fingers sliding behind my back and undoing the clasp of my 
 thin bra, the then the shoulder straps.  Sliding the bra from my chest,  
feeling a tingle of pleasure as the material slips over the almost always  
aroused nipples.  Eyes closing for a brief second with a catch of  breath.  
Then opening them to see the small smile playing across her  lips.  Fingers 
moving to pull my blouse from the waistband of my skirt and  then tying ends 
in a knot.  My small breasts and the darkness of my areolas  partially 
exposed to view now.
    Her hand  sliding down over the back of my skirt, smoothing over my ass 
cheeks and then  sliding around front and slipping up under the hem of my 
skirt.  The cool  fingers touching the warmth of my inner thighs and then the 
center panel of my  thong.  Another catch in my throat as I feel a finger 
trace my puffy lips  and gently press the material between them.  My legs 
shifting to allow more  freedom as I stand, tray trembling in my hand.
    Not needing  to look at the men, as the conversation had stopped in the 
booth.  "Raven,  dear.  You will give your thong to the first one to have a 
score for their  team."  "Yes, Ma'am."  My assent soft and direct.  The 
insistent  tapping of her nail just at the top of my slit, distracting me as I 
breath a  soft moan as her finger presses and then slides down my slit one 
more  time.
    Barely  stopping myself from curtseying as she dismisses me with a wave 
of her  hand.  Turning to see the men looking at my chest and the exposed 
flesh and  then at my face.  A nervous laugh and then the conversation 
resuming as  they wait for the National Anthem and the start of the  game.
    The game  staring off with a long drive by Denver and then a fumble by 
Ball on the  Giants 10 yard line.   Nervously circulating with drinks and  
snacks.  The men quite free with their hands and my nipples rubbing against  
the starched blouse, distracting and sending short jolts of excitement 
through  my nerve endings.  Not sure what to expect when I saw the fumble and 
heard  the sounds of dismay from the Denver fans.  They were sure of a field 
goal  at least, and maybe a touchdown.  Now the Giants have the ball.  The  
business cards setting alongside the money face down, G on a piece of paper  
marking one group and D on the back of the other.  Wondering to myself  what 
this will be like, I have never done this before; though I have done some  
other things.  Not wanting to screw this up, especially with the boss  
present.
    The Giants  now moving down the field to the 18 of Denver.  Being 
stopped and Josh  Brown setting up for a field goal kick.  Stopping in mid stride 
to watch,  holding my breath and watching the ball sail up and through the 
uprights.   Hearing the cheer of the fans in the stands and the hand slap of 
the men who bet  on the Giants.  Walking to the business cards and flipping 
one of the  Giants backers cards over to reveal the winner of the first  
score.
    Looking down  at the card and then walking over to George Thomas.  
Feeling his hand  reaching to the knot of my blouse and undoing it, exposing the 
hard nipples  thrusting from my small breasts.  His fingers taking each of 
them and  rolling them in his fingers, then leaning to suckle the left one.  
  Stepping closer to him and leaning forward.  Feeling his teeth holding 
the  turgid nub and chewing on it as his hands reach to my shoulders, pulling 
me down  to my knees in front of him.  A soft moan as he release my nipple 
and my  fingers reach to his waist.  Slipping his belt and then the button to 
his  fly.  A soft whisk of sound in the booth as I disengage the teeth on 
his  zipper.  My hand slipping into his boxer shorts and feeling the 
entrapped  heat of his crotch, as I my cool fingers find the warmth of his penis.   
Looking at him as I stroke his cock in his shorts.  Feeling the column of  
warm flesh swelling in girth and length.  My thumb brushing over the  
mushroom cap.  Feeling him jerk as his hands slip his cock out of opening  of his 
shorts.      
    Looking at  the thickening cylinder of warm flesh, then lowering my 
tongue to the velvety  head, wetting it and flicking moisture around the thick 
cap.  Hearing a  rewarding grunt and his hips hunching forward to press the 
spongy head again my  lips.  Feeling the heat building between my legs, as I 
lave the length of  his cock to the base and then wet it again on my way 
back to the swollen  knob.  Fingers wrapping around his veiny shaft and 
holding it as my tongue  touches the pee slit and then lips and teeth nibbling on 
the velvety head.   Tonguing his knob as my fingers stroke the length, 
opening my lips and feeling  his prick slip into the warmth of my wet mouth.  
Sealing my lips around the  shaft as my cheeks suckle the cap, pulsing in my 
mouth.  My head bobbing up  and down, rid"ing the soft flesh fingers twisting 
and stroking as I hear his  breathing quicken and then soft moans as I slip 
my hand into his boxers and  pulls his nut sack out.  Palming it in my hand 
and curling my fingers  around the delicate orbs.  Hearing his grunts and 
feeling the response to  my fondling as his cock swells and pushes to my 
mouth.  And "oh shit"  telling me that he has reached his limit.  Looking up into 
his eyes as his  balls lift in my hand and cock head swells.  The lines of 
white cream  spurting into my mouth, coating my cheeks with his seed.  
Looking at him as  I suckle harder, helping to pull at the ropes of semen, then 
noticeably  swallowing his seed as he looks on.............my lips still 
sealed as my finger  milk up the shaft, tasting the residual creamy goo, as it 
oozes from his  softening cock.
    Shyly  looking up and kissing his cock with a soft press of my lips.  
"Thank you  Mr. Thomas."  Blowing my warm breath over the crown and then 
tucking his  cock neatly into his shorts and trousers.  Standing and walking to 
the back  of the suite, Dabbing at the moisture on my lips and then retying 
the knot of my  blouse.  Standing back waiting to serve in one capacity or  
another.
    Seeing a  turn of Ms Hendriks head and a brief nod.  Knowing that she 
approved of how  I handled it.  Waiting with swollen labia for the next score 
of the  game.  Then thinking and remembering.   Walking back to Mr.  Thomas 
and whispering in his ear.  "Would you like my thong?"  Seeing  him looking 
up at me, then a nod of assent.  Lifting up my skirt to expose  the  bare 
cheeks of my ass to the others in the booth, and the thin moist  panel 
covering my crotch in the front.  His hand reaching and sliding down  the 
waistband to expose the bare lips of my puss.  I can smell the musk of  my body as I 
step out of the thong and hand it to Mr. Thomas.  Then letting  my skirt 
drop over my thighs and walking back to my post at the back of the  room.  Not 
looking to see what he might have done with my thong or is doing  with it. 
    The first  quarter ending with no more scoring.  In spite of Peyton 
Manning being the  quarterback, it looks to be a low scoring game.  Denver with 
the ball at  the beginning of the second quarter and driving into the 
Giants end of the  field.  A pass to Welker and then a 20 yard run by Moreno for 
a touchdown,  giving Denver its first score early in the second quarter.  
Seeing heads  turn to me expectantly and walking to the buisness cards, 
turning over one from  the Denver pile.  James Longstreet, the youngster of the 
bunch.  The  young man, well younger then me in his thirties I would guess.  
Nice  physique and a shaved head.  Eyes catching his and walking to him.   
"What is your pleasure Sir."  Wondering if he wants that fuck or a blow  job; 
but pretty sure he will take the fuck.  He of all of them being cocky  in 
his demeanor and trying to prove himself.  His hand taking mine and  leading 
me back to the leather sofa against the back wall.
    Bending me  over the back of the sofa, as his hand slip around and undo 
the knot on my  blouse.  Pulling my skirt up behind me as he fumbles with 
his fly.  No  foreplay needed for this stud as he kicks my ankles further 
apart and then  gropes between my legs.  Luckily I have been moist for awhile, 
as I feel  his thick fingers probing my labia and rubbing at the entrance to 
my  pussy.  Less then a minute of this foreplay and he is shoving himself  
against my ass cheeks, his cock slipping along my inner thighs and pushing 
into  my pussy.  The knob parting my lips and entering into my tunnel, 
pressing  the walls apart with a single thrust of his hips.  His hand pulling my 
body  back to meet his as his cock buries itself deep.  A soft moan of 
surprise  at the lack of delicacy and the blunt head filling me.  His cock 
slapping  into me with a series of hard strokes, his body rocking forward and me 
trying to  brace against the sofa and pushing back.  His grunts becoming 
louder as he  continues to fuck me from behind.  My walls squeezing on his cock 
as it  fills my tunnel.  Rolling my hips a little to give him a different  
feel.
    My small  breasts jiggling and aching as I feel the slap of his body on 
mine.  Not  looking back; but pretty sure he didn't take his shorts off, 
just dropped them  around his ankles.  Moaning softly so as not to disturb the 
game going on  and the watchers in the front of the suite.  Not sure if any 
are  watching.  This man going for all he is worth, feeling him becoming 
harder  in his strokes and then his fingers digging into my hips and pulling 
me tight to  him.  His body jerking once twice then a third time against 
mine.   Knowing he filled me with his cum and is holding himself deep as he 
empties into  me.  Feeling him pull free after long seconds and wipe his cock on 
my ass  cheeks and then step away and pulls his shorts up and back to the 
front of the  booth to watch the game.  Most likely he was watching it on a 
TV monitor as  he fucked me.
    Clenching my  walls tight and holding his cum inside of my body as I 
grasp my pouty lips and  shuffle to the restroom to clean up.  Wiping his 
oozing cum from my body,  forcing it out as best I can and then wiping moist 
towelettes over my  labia.  Yes.  I did have to lick a little of his cum from 
my  hand.  Whats the use of getting fucked if you can't taste his  seed.
    Lowering my  skirt and adjusting it and retying my blouse and walking 
back out to the main  room.  Seeing a slight nod from Ms. Hendriks as I step 
back and up to see  if anyone needed refreshment.  My stud asking for a beer 
and no other  acknowledgement.  A real sweetie that one.
    Two  more field goals  for the Giants bettors to finish them for the 
first  half. Forty seven seconds to go and a Field goal for Denver.  At this 
time  I have at least seen or felt all of the men in the room;  but the 
oldest  one  Bobby Lee.  Leading him to the sofa and kneeling in front of  him.  
Opening his trousers and reaching for his cock, finding it to be a  sleeping 
giant.  In repose the man meat was long and wide.  Feeling it  growing as 
my fingers stroke and watching it expand and lengthen.  The head  not a thick 
mushroom cap, actually seeming a bit small then the girth of the  shaft.  
My lips straining around the thickening mass, taking it into my  lips and 
feeling them stretched almost painfully as my hands work up and down  the 
shaft.  Not getting that hard veiny look; but a soft firmness as I  carefully 
inch more and more into my mouth.  My cunt lips as I kneel  becoming quite wet 
as I try to master this huge prick.  Looking up and  seeing a gently smile 
on the man's face as I feel my own flushed and straining  on his huge monster 
cock.  Realizing that he probably has to deal with his  cock being too 
large in many situations.  Seeing a wedding band on his  finger and wondering if 
his wife takes this all the time or if she lets some  other women try to 
please him.
    My eyes  going wide as he humps to my mouth.  Shoving more of the thick 
cock into my  mouth.  My fingers stroking the warm flesh.  Soft but with a 
wiry  core.  This cock would not stand out from his body; but would dangle 
in all  its glory from between his legs.  My cheeks pulling hard, tongue 
teasing  around the head and finally feeling it expand in my mouth and shoot a 
thick  spurt of gooey cream into my stomach.  Coughing delicately as it fills 
my  mouth and another thick spray of cream coating my mouth as I suckle the 
 head.  His hand grasping my head lightly and dumping a third and fourth  
load of his jism into my mouth.  Feeling my lips aching and drool slipping  
down my chin as he humps my face and more of his cream oozes unto my  tongue.
    Breathing  nosily through my nose as I he finally pulls back and out of 
my mouth.  Not  meaning to; but working my lips to ease the discomfort as I 
lean forward and  lick at the tip of his cock.  Tasting the cream oozing 
slowly from the  tip.  My hands working the firehose size girth and finally 
setting it down  in his lap with a satisfying plop.  The prick almost looking 
like a curled  snakes nestling.  Flexible but deadly.  Kissing it softly on 
the tip  as I always do and a soft word of "thanks."  Waiting till he tucks 
it into  his trousers and then pushing myself to stand and go to the 
restroom to rinse my  mouth.  Not so much because I didn't like his cum; but 
because most likely  the others would not appreciate his seed on my lips.
    Taking a  deep breath and coming back out to refill their drinks and 
then to take the hot  trays of food delivered to the suite.  Trying to be 
efficient and  professional; but not sure after you have fucked or sucked all 
the men around  you that they thinking I am another type of professional.
    Well that  wasn't bad for a first half, four blow jobs and a 
perfunctory fuck.  A 10-9  Denver lead an unexpected low scoring game for a half.  And 
sort of glad  myself as my lips are already sore and a bit swollen from the 
oral  sex.
    The second  half starting slow, Giants not able to do anything, punting 
and the Denver  driving to end it with a Touchdown pass to Wes Welker.  
Just under 9  minutes left in the third quarter.  Not needing to turn the 
business card  over to know that it belongs to Ms Hendriks; but going through the 
 motions.  "I will pass my turn, pick another."  Shuffling the two  
business cards in my hands and extending them to her face down.  Her pick,  the 
older guy, Mr. Lee.  Looking at the card and placing it back with the  others, 
then walking to him.  "Seems that you have won a prize."   Looking at me and 
then leading me back to the sofa.  Undoing my blouse and  slipping it off 
and then my skirt.  Laying down on the leather and looking  up at him 
invitingly.  My bares labia parting to expose the wetness between  them.  Eyes 
steady on his as he lowers his trousers and steps out of  them.  Seems none of 
these men are very shy, not cause I am there; but not  shy about exposing 
themselves in front of Ms Hendriks.  My hands reaching  to tease his nipples as 
he settles between my legs.  His cock already  swollen and heavy as it 
grazes my thigh.  Looking up at him, knowing I am  going to find out how his 
thick tool feels when pushed deep into a cunt.   The small head slipping into 
the wetness of my opening, then the thicker shaft,  not that rigid stiffness; 
but a more flexible stiffness, pushing against my  opening and then pushing 
into my tunnel.  My eyes going wide as I feel the  girth pushing my walls 
apart.  Filling my body as I don't think it has been  filled before.  The 
cock sinking deeper till I can feel it nudging my  cervix and womb opening.  My 
legs splayed wide to try to iease his entry;  but it still feels like my 
pussy has become a solid mass, as he smiling down at  me.  And I swear that he 
flexed his girth, I swear I could feel his cock  sweeling inside of me some 
more.  Squeezing my walls against his thick  member. 
    Clasping my  legs behind his back and crossing my ankles as I feel him 
pull back slowly and  then with just the tip inside of me, lean forward 
again.  My thighs  trembling with the strain of his cock spreading, splitting me 
open.   Moaning into my mouth, with closed lips as he works it in and out 
of my  body.  Having just started and a sheen of moisture coating my body as 
I  feel his cock overpowering my lower body.  Trying to stop myself, but my  
trembling lower lips, allowing soft mews and whimpers as he slow and 
steadily  fucks me.  My nipples aching with sensation.  Feeling the curly turf  of 
his chest hair tickling the hard nubs.  Closing my eyes and pushing back  
to his cock.  The head nuzzling against my womb, teasing the opening.   
Feeling helpless and totally impaled on the cock of this sixty plus man.   
Grunting as he pushes occasionally hard into me.  His balls sack slamming  against 
my ass and inner thighs.  Opening my eyes and turning my head to  look at 
the front of the suite.  Seeing a smile on Ms. Hendriks eyes as I  ride or 
should I say am rode by this man and his monster  cock. 
    My labia  bruising and cunt stretched around his length and thickness.  
My walls  leaking my juices, lubing his organ thank goodness.  Feeling my 
walls  rippling as I try to clench on his cock.  My cunt spasming again and 
again  as he continues to fuck through my orgasm.  My toes curling and 
digging  into his back and ass cheeks.  Pulling him tight and then trying to force 
 him off of me.  Never having felt so totally lacking into control of a  
sexual situation as I am as he fucks me so throughly.  Finding myself vocal  
as he continues to use me.
    Hearing a  cheer from the Giants fans and looking up at the scoreboard. 
 Seeing they  have now scored a touchdown, as he continues to fuck me.  
Panting and  hissing as I feel him give a hard heave into me, driving my body 
into the  leather cushions.  His neck cording and knowing he is shooting his 
seed  deep into my body.  Filling me and my womb with his thick creamy goo.  
 My legs trembling as he thrusts again and again and again into my body.   
Then feeling him breathing hard as he pushes himself off of me.  His thick  
cock pulling out with a loud wet pop.  My eyes actually rolling up in my  
head as he pops free, and a whimper of loss from my lips.  Laying helpless  to 
move, then pushing myself upright to sit and suck on his cock, cleaning the 
 meaty monster of his cream and my greasy juices.
    Looking  around as if in a daze for some wipes, and standing up and 
padding to the rest  room to wipe and try to clean myself of his cream.  
Finding that another  man has followed me into the restroom and pushes me forward. 
 My hands  gripping at  the wash basin, as I feel his cock slide into my 
still cummy  cunt.  His cock jabbing again and again into my body.  Not nearly 
as  big as the one that just slipped out; but my walls squeezing and 
milking his  cock obligingly.  His hands reaching around and cupping the mounds of 
my  breasts.  Rolling my nipples with his fingers.  Causing me to moan in  
delicious pain and pleasure as he works the nerve endings.  His flesh  
slapping mine loud in the closeness of the rest room.  His grunts telling  me he 
is close, as I increase my kegels on his cock.  Working him till I  feel him 
push into my ass cheeks and his cock erupting into my body.   Filling me 
with his seed, adding to the creamy lushness of my  cunt.
    Turning  around to clean his cock, as his cum leaks out of my cunt and 
coats my thighs  and a small puddle between my legs.  The man turning and 
leaving me in the  restroom, the door open as I straddle the commode and wipe 
at my bruised and  swollen labia.  Not just swollen from arousal; but also 
from the hard  beating from Bobby Lee's huge prick.
    Stepping out  from the restroom and bending to pick up my blouse and 
skirt and looking up as  Denver has scored again.  The well built younger 
Denver fan, already  heading towards me.  I think the alcohol has inflamed their 
senses, as he  pushes me to my knees and shoves his semihard cock against 
my lips.   Opening them and sucking on his spongy mushroom cap.  Tongue and 
lips  working it to a hard veiny shaft and then being pushed back unto the 
sofa and  taken hard and quick.  The man just getting his nuts off and 
quickly,  wiping his leaking cock on my stomach and tucking it back in his shorts.  
 "Bring me a drink, his parting words as he moved to sit down again to 
watch the  game.  The third quarter ending with a 24-16 Denver  lead.
    At least  "slam bam" gave me a chance to refresh the drinks.  Trying 
not to wince;  but feeling sore between my legs.  Mostly because of that old 
man freak of  nature.  Shuddering and squeezing my thighs as I think on how 
he felt when  he was inside of me.  Trying to tally the scores, and finding 
that I am at  eight right now with a quarter to go.  Actually hoping that 
this last  quarter is a defensive standoff.
    Shuffling  the cards for both teams and sipping some water as I watch 
the TV.  Denver  quickly adding another touchdown to their total.  Flipping a 
card over and  seeing that is is Mr. Lee again.  Stripping for the fourth 
quarter and  laying back and feeling him fill and expand my cunt with his 
bruising  cock.  Not faking it as I cum again on his cock.  Thankfully I think  
he lost some of his need to fuck forever and he emptied into me one more  
time.  My thighs and labia and cunt, aching and raw from his hard  pounding.  
Mentally ticking off the minutes on the game  clock.
    Hearing the  groan as Denver returns a punt for a touchdown.  Wondering 
if that groan  was the crowds or mine.  Walking stiffly over to the cards 
and flipping  over the next Denver one.  Great my fucking buddy again.  
Walking to  him; but having him grab my hand and hearing his whisper in my ear.  
"On  all fours."  Turning to look at him then stripping off my blouse and 
skirt,  not even sure why I put them back on me.  Kneeling and bending over to 
rest  on my knees and hands.  Spreading my legs apart and grunting as I 
feel his  body between my legs and the hard thrust of his cock into my swollen 
pussy  lips.  His flesh slapping hard against my ass cheeks.  My legs 
bending  forward and pushing back with my hands as I brace.  His cock strokes hard 
 brutal. Thankful for the residual cum in my body and my ease in producing 
my own  grease.  The strokes loud wet slaps and in spite of myself, my body  
grasping at his cock and causing a suctioning of moisture as he pulls back 
and  almost out of my cunt.  Feeling a sting and the sound of his slap on my 
ass  cheek.  A warmth wear his handprint reddened my soft ass cheek.  Then  
feeling his spittle slipping down the top of my ass crack and pooling in my 
 pucker.  Grunting as his finger pushes into my rose.  My ring  resisting 
for a moment; but remembering that a return allows him whatever he  wants.  
Bracing myself as his cock slips from my cunt and feeling him  raising up and 
pressuring his thick head against my dark opening.  Grunting  as he pushes 
and feeling sweat breaking out on my brow as he finally enters my  ass with 
his cockhead.  Eyes going wide as he pushes more and his shaft  sinks into 
my ass.  More spittle being dripped onto my ass  crack.
    My breasts  jiggling as he flexs with his muscular thighs and fills my 
ass with his   cock, then pulls back to press hard again.   Rocking to his 
rhythm, my  ass ring loosening and then using it to squeeze his cock.  
Kegeling with my  ass ring.  Finally feeling him slap hard into my ass cheeks.  
His hot  seed filling my ass.  His grunts of approval or what I don't know; 
but each  one a hard thrust into my ass.  Feeling him pull free of my ass and  
catching my balance as I squeeze my ring tight.  Turning and looking at Ms  
Hendriks and then at his drooping cock.  Leaning and sucking on the bulbous 
 head, tasting his cream and my ass and cunt.  Cleaning him of the scum and 
 skank of my body.  My cunt lips so fucking sore and now my ass gapping as 
I  unladylike try to plug it with my fingers and awkwardly move to the rest 
room to  sit and discharge as much of his cream as I can from my ass.  
Wiping with  tissue and then wipes.  Cleaning up the mess of my ass and cunt and  
mouth.  Using mouth freshener and hoping no one wants  oral.
    Making  myself a small drink of scotch on the rocks and sipping it.  
The game  slowly winding down as I stand, once more dressed.  My skirt 
wrinkled and  blouse showing some stains, not sure if they are sweat or semen.  
Watching  the game and seeing that my string hasn't ended, as the Giants score 
a touchdown  with three something to go.  Mr. Jackson being the lucky man 
and me the  unlucky woman.  At least he is taking me in a simple missionary 
fuck.   His cock not that impressive; but also not that small.  As he fucks me 
with  measured strokes.  Working my walls hard in spite of the 
uncomfortableness  of my cunt.  Giving him a good fuck, using soft words of 
encouragement and  praise as he finally empties into me with a blast of cream.   Usually 
 not a suck up; but giving him a really nice fake orgasm as I writhe and 
spasm on  his cock.  Driven over the edge by his skill and prowness.  Or so I  
let him think.  Actually he wasn't bad and I would love to do him again  
when not so totally weary and fucked out.
    Good thing  that he didn't last a really long time.  I would have been 
sorry to have  missed the field goal by Denver with thirty some seconds to 
go.  Looking up  at Ms Hendriks, as I wipe at myself.  She is up for this 
last score.   "I will take this one."  Her words startling me as I look at her. 
  "Please let me clean up a little bit."  Walking to the restroom, wobbly  
legged, and not faking that part.  Ms. Hendriks stepping in and closing the  
door a short time later.
    "Relax,  Raven I think you have had enough for now.  Oh.  The game is  
over.  Smiling with a little laugh.  Sighing, as I look at her.   Turning to 
face her as she walks up behind me.  Feeling the coolness of her  fingers 
on the warmly flushed cheek.  Then catching the scent of pussy, as  she rubs 
her finger on my upper lip.  Then inserts it into my mouth.   Tasting her, 
and sucking with lips and tongue.  Her fingers teasing my  nipples as I stand 
looking at her.
    "I will  collect later.  Later tonight, after you have had a nice hot 
shower.   You will be going home with me girl.  Now clean up and let them 
think what  they might."
    Stepping out  of the restroom with her in a couple of minutes.   
Neither of us  saying a word till she informs them that no one will get the 
privilege of my  company tonight.  "I will see about fresh younger girls if you 
desire some  more entertainment."
    Slipping out  under her protective custody so to speak as we drive back 
to drop of the men at  the hotel.  Finally stopping at her house to drop 
her off and she taking my  arm and leading me to her house with a dismissal to 
the limo  driver..................
        
 
    
    
    
    
    
     
    
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