"Ah, please!" I beg again, sounding like a broken record as the guy inside me bottoms out, the rim of my asshole stretched wide around him. It doesn't matter that I've already come and there's no more physical pleasure in it for me. My mind is in a blissed out state even if my cock has gone soft. Useless and trapped behind the pink lace.
Taken and used. Dominated. Degraded. And shared, of course.
The team's victory celebration doesn't end until everyone's had a turn with me...and until I've come one more time. With the eye of the camera phone held right in front of my face to catch each slutty sound out of my mouth and every expression I makewhile Josh and Mason finally dump a load of their hot, sticky come in me.
It's only after I've satisfied the jocks that I'm helped into the shower. All evidence of the wild degradation washes down the drain.
Well, most of it.
Josh stuffs the ruined panties into the back pocket of my jeans.
I might be Sir's submissive, but tonight I was the football team's girl.
6
After all the fun in the locker room, Mason and Josh escorted me back to the dorms. Once inside, Josh had me watch as he emailed tonight's footage to Sir. To prove they hadn't secretly kept anything, he deleted everything off both his and Mason's phones.
Once that was done, they helped me to bed, and left water, snacks, and aspirin on my bedside table. They're not ready to call it a night. I am. I've already thrown off my clothes and crawled underneath the covers.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Josh asks, lingering by the door. I can tell he doesn't believe me, so I put forth the effort to reassure him that everything really is fine.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say with a smile, poking my head up from my pillow. "You guys go have fun on your dates. I'm just going to stay here and sleep. Thanks for helping with...you know. Both of you."
I nod to Mason and Josh. Mason waves at me from out in the hallway, and Josh gets a little color on his cheeks. Without them, Sir wouldn't have been able to arrange tonight's fee use arrangement with the team.
"Keep it quiet if you get in late though?" I ask. I'm not worried about having to service Josh or Mason again. I've already been fucked by both of them. Their dicks were among the dozens I took. I'm sure the women who aren't their girlfriends will keep them busy until late.
"Sure thing, dude," Josh agrees, and he closes the door to our dorm. I shut my eyes and put my head back on the pillow, but before I can drift off into dreamland, my phone buzzes to life.
My hand snakes out to snatch my smart phone from the bedside table. Josh and Mason were nice enough to even plug it in to charge. I crack open my tired eyes to read the new text message. When I see it's from Sir, my heart flutters to life.
Sir
You get home safe and sound? Give me an update.
Pretty Boy
It went great. I had a lot of fun...and so did the team.
Sir
Of course they did. You're gonna be the best hole of their lives. And you're welcome. I know what my boy needs...and you deserved it, didn't you? Needy little slut.
Alone in my dorm room and layered in the darkness of the night, I let out a little moan and nibble on my bottom lip as I read Sir's texts. My ass is raw, and my dick is soft. I'm utterly and totally spent, but I still yearn for him.
I wish my Dom were here to fuck me to sleep.
From Pretty Boy: Yes, sir. I'm such a slut. Need it so bad and need it all the time. Thank you for taking such good care of me.
From Sir: Just you wait until this weekend. Gonna take extra good care of you. Gonna spoil you rotten, boy. Be good for me and get some sleep now.
With a dopey smile on my face, I plug my phone back in to charge and shut my eyes. In my dreams, I see Sir again. He takes me back to the locker room for another training session. Though it isn't the team waiting to use me...it's their coach.
???
I'm woken up by a timid set of knocks at the door. There's sleep crusted in my eyes...and dried come painting my stomach. Fuck. I had a wet dream last night.
At least I slept in the nude. I'll only have to change the sheets.
