1. A kinky fascination


    Date: 10/4/2017, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: DanielleX, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    anomaly, the cutest girl next door, who had a kinky cock-sucking fantasy. Now, I was at the local rugby club, feeling nervous but rather excited at the prospect of sucking off 13 studs. I expected them to be all pumped up after the game; nice and steamy and clean after their shower and eager to release all their frustration on me! I had to enlist my friend Corrine to organise everything. I couldn’t let my fuck buddy know just how kinky I was, so I left it to my closest girlfriend to make the arrangements. She was a bit shocked but we share our secrets and she said she would talk to her brother, who has a contact at the club. Apparently the guys were a bit surprised too, but eager to the last man! ‘What was I like?’ they asked. ‘Was I hot?’ Not for me to say really, but my statistics were communicated to the team. Long, flowing strawberry blonde hair, pale complexion, 34-25-35 and as cute as a button. Some of the guys have girlfriends, so they wanted to keep this in house, which was fine with me. I’m not ashamed of my little fetish, but it’s not something that I want making public either. I have a somewhat butter won't melt reputation at work. I'm a professional and do the whole business skirt and sharp blouse thing, so clearly I didn't want this to get out. I think there was about ten minutes to the whistle. I can’t remember the state of play, but I knew the home side was well ahead, which was good and I went down to the boot room, to get ready. It was warm in there with ...
    those old fashioned radiators and cream painted walls. A few brown benches were down one side and there were numbered pegs on the walls. There was a bench that had been left free for me, with a fluffy towel for me to sit on. I hung up my coat and hat and sat on my bench in my white top and skin tight black leggings. I waited a few minutes and then a door banged somewhere followed by a lot of voices in high spirits. I sat there looking as demure as possible. The noise got louder, accompanied by the 'trit-trot' of studded boots and then a parade of mud-splattered rugby players. They stopped talking when they saw me and I stood up, not quite knowing what to say. “Hi, I’m Cherry,” was all I could think of. There was a chorus of “Wow!” “Fuck me!” “Ah she’s gorgeous.” Stuff like that. “We’ll be with you in a minute, love,” said one guy who I took to be the Captain. They entered the shower area one by one and I heard the water sprinkle and they returned to mixture of laughter and rough-sounding talk. For what seemed like forever, I sat there looking at those bare walls. I closed my eyes and ran my index finger over the outline of my pubic mound, listening to the sounds of the guys. I could pick out the odd expletive and there was a lot laughing and throaty, manly talk. I seemed to be getting hotter and couldn’t wait to strip off. I entered a semi-day dream state, as my fingers made a camel toe in my gusset. The warmth and the general hum of masculine frivolity had an oddly soporific ...
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