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‘We’ve just about done here’ said Mike, the club captain and huge back-row forward, and with that he signalled to the lads and they dutifully filed into the changing room. They perched on the bench seats along two walls of the room and did some warming down stretches.
‘Perfect timing Pete, I reckon that’s a taxi outside right now.’ Geoff eased the door open as the cab pulled up.
I went back outside, paid the driver and told him to return in 3 hours. ‘After midnight guv. Cost ya y’now.’
‘Yes, I know. Not a problem. Just be here and there’s double your usual late fee in it for you.’ I added a polite and hopefully not too sarcastic, ‘please. We did agree this with your boss’ And they were both being paid handsomely so they’d better not let me down.
I opened the rear door and held out my hand. Slim fingers nervously met my palm and Christine Harper slipped a stocking clad leg cautiously our of the cab.
I led her quickly to the door, opened it and bid her to follow me in. A muted, almost respectful cheer went up. The guys not taking their eyes off the gorgeous figure standing before them. Hair, auburne and pinned up, white cotton blouse, figure hugging skirt. She met the approval of everyone of the 10 of us and Mike was heard in a loud whisper to say, ‘You two are the luckiest bastards in town, working with her everyday’
‘Gentlemen, I give you Chrissie Harper’ I announced. She shot me a glare but realised she didn’t dare correct me this time.
Rugby shirts and shorts were swiftly thrown into a steaming pile in the middle of the floor and the guys headed for the showers. Eight muddy, sweaty naked bodies paraded past Christine Harper, each pair of eyes mentally undressing her.
A quizzical look, but she understood and realised she was not in any position to argue. A nod from team captain Mike, confirmed by one from me and to the silence of her admiring audience, she duly removed her blouse, revealing a beautiful black lace bra and weapons-grade cleavage.
Geoff and I were already out of our business attire. He made his way into the shower room as Christine Harper nervously started to unzip her tight skirt. I grew impatient and grabbed her wrist, leading her to the showers. An almighty roar went up as she was herded into the centre of the wet room.
I noticed Geoff was already sporting an impressive hard on but the rugby guys seemed more intent on lifting their trophy guest aloft, six of them carrying her with ease at shoulder height and dowsing her under each of the spray heads. The first two showers must have been set to cold, judging by the shrieks and shivers. They seemed to hold her there forever but it was probably just a few minutes before they warmed her up, making sure of a good thorough soaking of head, torso and legs as they passed under each of the next cascades of steaming hot water.
With the exception of her shoes and blouse she was still fully clothed. Removing that now soaked skirt was not going to be easy. Mike gave the order to ’ just rip it off her lads. Let’s get on with it’
The skirt was unzipped roughly, the tear carried on all the way to the hem. It fell to the shower room floor in a sopping heap and was kicked unceremoniously into a corner.
There she was, my soon to be ex-boss, in her glorious underwear, vulnerable yet still looking defiant. She steeped toward the changing area, reaching for a towel and hurriedly started drying herself off. If she thought that was the end of the party, she was mistaken and quickly left in no doubt.
Mike took charge once more.
‘Okay lads. Think its time for some physiotherapy. Red, Jonno, get her up on the treatment table. ‘
We gathered round as the two forwards, helped by scrum half Badger, lifted her carefully onto one of the tables. The table height had already been lowered slightly. Geoff had the first honour, removing her black lace thong. His fingers nervously hooked into the thin waistband and he muffled a deep groan as he realised he was right about the small downy tuft atop her smooth naked sex. We both realised we’d been wrong about the lack of tattoos though.
Christine Harper’s pussy did indeed look every bit as beautiful as we’d imagined it would. A very neatly trimmed, square of light, short, downy pubes sat on her pubic bone. Just above it the tattooed inscription ‘Love Me’ with a small red heart at the end. Below it, the glistening pinkness of her clitoris broke cover from its protective hood and peeped out at us, boldly, brazenly. If there was any question that its owner was enjoying all this attention it was her little love button that gave her away.
The smooth petals of her outer labia had relaxed enough for the inner folds of her love lips to start to show. Geoff could resist no longer and bent over her, planting a long, noisy kiss directly on her clitoris. His hand had found his thick cock and as he pulled back the foreskin his cock head was dark purple and covered in pre-cum. I thought he was going to splash his offering all over his own feet but he managed to pull himself away from Christine’s loins and moved away from the table, still clutching his reddening knob in his hand.
Hands from all directions covered Christine’s body like serpents, wriggling and sliding over her lace clad breasts, freeing them from and tossing the bra over to the corner with her soaking skirt. Hands slid along her inner thighs and rolled off the lace topped hold ups. Fingers probed her mouth, traced to contours of her shoulders, the smooth lines of her hips and thighs. Hands cupped her glorious tits, nipples twisted and pulled playfully between finger and thumb.
Hands everywhere. Christine Harper’s naked body writhing, back arching, hips thrusting to meet the explorative digits of her captors. Mouths and tongues now found her nipples, her belly button. A tongue, made into a point as if tracing Braille imprints, ran its way slowly across the tattoo before darting down to her inner thighs. The breath felt so hot on her exposed sex, she wanted that tongue to lap at her pussy, to flick the nub of her pounding clitoris and plunge its way deep into her wetness.
She wasn’t disappointed. Mike lashed his tongue in long, slow strokes from the entrance to her sex up to the burning flesh surrounding her clit. Her darted the very tip of his tongue furiously against the wet button. She let out a long low moan and thrust her groin at his face, smothering him with her sweet juices.
Christine screamed viciously ‘Give me your cocks. I want all your cocks’
Reaching to her sides, waving her hands frantically, she found a hard cock with each hand and began pumping them roughly, almost angrily. Geoff, now nearest to the top of the table, knelt with one knee on the table, like a snooker player lining up to take a shot. He eased the tip of his bursting cock onto Christine’s lips and her tongue slurped around his cock head. Then both knees on the table, he straddled her chest and she took his cock deep into her mouth.
Mike was using his tongue to fuck her pussy, alternating plunging inside her then darting quick jabs at her clitoris. The guys either side of the table were massaging just about every other inch of her body they could get their hands on as she pulled hard on their cocks. Mike lifted his head from the cauldron of her groin, wiping her pussy juices across the back of his hand like a medieval knight at a banquet. He then eased her down the table, flung her ankles over his shoulders and eased his long hard cock deep inside her.
She was still rubbing the two cocks at her sides. Badger and Scampi breathing heavily as she expertly whipped them into a frenzy. Geoff was still pounding her face but before much longer announced his arrival with a low, gruff almost caveman like grunt. She took most of his juice in her mouth but he managed to squeeze a long sliver out as he pulled away, the remnants dribbling across her chin and onto her chest.
Geoff joined me at the foot of the table and we watched Mike, the huge back-row forward, plunging deep and hard into Christine Harper’s pussy, her feet just visible over his massive shoulders. His buttocks clenching and sucking in tight every time he thrust into her.
Geoff’s Cheshire cat grin said it all. I didn’t need to ask him how he was feeling.
He was talking to me, in a low, soft voice, still sounding short of breath but I wasn’t hearing him. I felt strangely out of it, almost remote from the proceedings. Excited by what was happening, yet numb and unable to move. The consequences of the developments over the last few days weighing heavily on me. At a time when I should be having a ball I was laden with guilt and concern about how matters were going to play out from here on in.
By the end of the evening Christine Harper would be left in no doubt as to the choice she had to make. She was to arrive at work the next morning at her usual time and ask to see our Director when he arrived. That was usually around 8:00 a.m. and I had already checked that he would be available at that time. She was to tender her immediate resignation, and was to tell him exactly why her position with the company had become untenable.
At the same time, ‘Tom’ was to do the same at his place of work. We now knew enough about him and where he was operating from to be able to give our top brass the information if there was any doubt about his part of the deal. The pair would never work in our line of business again.
Then there was the small matter of our insurance policy. As well as the video conference room recordings Danny had made, we had 5 digital camcorders running throughout the changing rooms, showers and physio area. Each of us would have our own copy of the evening’s events. In this internet networking age, any hint of her calling our bluff and not going ahead with the resignation would lead to the conference room recordings being shown to our employer’s management team and clips from the night’s festivities being plastered all over the world wide web.
Geoff had long since given up waiting for an answer from me. Whatever he was saying would have to wait. I watched as he walked back to the table, slapping Mike on the back in celebration of his exhaustive finale where he’d pulled Christine clean off the table and fucked her standing up. As he’d held her lower back, she threw her arms around his thick neck, her legs wrapped round his waist. They bucked and thrust until he screamed and his cum dribbled out of her messily onto the floor.
Geoff, clearly hard again and desperate to partake of Harper’s pussy too, slide into her gaping, wet hole and pounded away for all he was worth. Phil pushed him aside. Shouts of ‘greedy bastard’ were heard. Phil, well known for his love of nice arses, swiftly rolled her over, her feet on the floor, torso flat on the bench. His fat fingers found the wetness of her swollen quim. He smothered a couple of fingers in her juices before slipping one smoothly into her bottom. She barely moved but we all heard a groan of pleasure as she wriggled her hips and accepted his probing digit with some delight.
Phil looked down at his hardness. A good length. Slim in circumference and no foreskin. He dribbled a glob of spit onto the tip of his engorged cock and eased himself into her back passage, a smile covering his face. Slapping his huge hands down onto her buttocks, he gripped them and started to slowly move back and forth, not too deep, a nice rhythm which both parties were clearly enjoying.
Geoff had taken himself off to the shower but was still watching Phil as he plundered Christine’s darkest and most private place. Geoff rubbed his fat cock while he showered and brought himself off as Phil pulled out and squirted a thick splat of cum over her perfect arse cheeks, his fat fingers rubbing the sticky juice all over her buttocks and arsehole.
Christine was thrown a drinks bottle and she poured cold water down her throat, letting it dribble out of her mouth and over her beautiful breasts. Her nipples standing hard and firm as the cold water ran over them, down her belly and into the already soaking valley between her legs.
She had hardly been given time to recover her breath when she was laid flat again for what was to become the final session. Earlier, she’d begged for all our cocks and now she was going to get all ten of us in rapid succession. Geoff joined us, still dripping wet from his shower. He was the first to enter her pussy. More light hearted complaints of ‘greedy fuckin bastard’ but he kept this visit to a few short dips before moving clockwise to let Scampi take his turn. A few minutes later and he pulled away, the next cock filing her hole immediately. We moved in a circle round her until she’d had nine cocks of various sizes and shapes plunged deep inside her swollen pussy.
At last, I took my place between Christine Harper’s spread thighs. Grabbing her ankles. I raised her legs up and out to each side. She kept her legs straight, pointing her toes to the ceiling. Her wetness fully exposed, I noticed the fine downy square of dark red pubic fluff was soaked in cum. Obviously one of the guys got over-eager and couldn’t help himself.
She looked every bit as amazing as I’d always dreamed she would. She had been through over two hours of attention from 8 rugby players and Geoff, the newly crowned office sex machine, and still she managed to look beautiful. Her hair and make up were no longer immaculate, she was no longer in charge but she’d clearly loved the punishment the lads had doled out and was resigned to accept the consequences.
I took a last look at her smooth pussy, the nub of her clit screaming for attention. I slapped my fat dick hard against it a few times before I slipped down slowly and entered her.
She felt so hot inside, burning the glans of my throbbing cock. My calves seemed to weaken, the soles of my feet tingled so much they were burning and my head was thumping. Christine was now fully encircled by the gang of ten of us. Each of us had dipped our cocks in her hot, wet sex; some had been taken in her mouth, some had felt her hands caress their stiffness and squeeze their balls. All were now about to cover Christine Harper and a glorious fountain of hot lava.
I gave a nod to the lads. Geoff, Mike, Badger, Jonno, Phil, Big Ronnie, Scampi, Red and Smithy. It was time. Christine had been alternating sucking Red and Smithy’s huge cocks as they were now at the head of the table. Smithy was the first to blow his load as she sucked the end of his long cock dry. Red was next. She was still slurping the cum off Smithy’s dick when Red exploded over her face, a great globule of his warm offering dangling from her nose. I kept up the deep thrusts and could hear the guys to both sides nearing their own moments.
Geoff, now named Stallion, by me at least after his energetic performance, shot another load over her belly and that was followed by a crescendo of orgasms arcing over her prostrate body. I could hold off no longer. I pushed deep into her one final time, pulled out in slow motion, savouring every last millimetre of her fiery furnace and, without touching it, let my pulsing cock release a massive load of hot sticky spunk up her midriff and over her pussy.
There, on the physio table, laid bare, exposed, unravelled, lay a disgraced but fully satiated Christine Harper.
Mike passed her his muddy No. 8 shirt. It hung off her shoulders and came down over her knees. She collected her shoes and handbag, leaving the sodden thong and bra in the shower room; souvenirs we’d later ‘auction’ in a rowdy drinking session of bawdy story telling after the lad’s game on Sunday morning.
The taxi pulled up. Christine Harper flopped, exhausted in the back seat. A smile crossed her face, an eyebrow raised and a nod to Geoff and me as the cab rolled away.
Going to work would never be the same again!
‘We’ve just about done here’ said Mike, the club captain and huge back-row forward, and with that he signalled to the lads and they dutifully filed into the changing room. They perched on the bench seats along two walls of the room and did some warming down stretches.
‘Perfect timing Pete, I reckon that’s a taxi outside right now.’ Geoff eased the door open as the cab pulled up.
I went back outside, paid the driver and told him to return in 3 hours. ‘After midnight guv. Cost ya y’now.’
‘Yes, I know. Not a problem. Just be here and there’s double your usual late fee in it for you.’ I added a polite and hopefully not too sarcastic, ‘please. We did agree this with your boss’ And they were both being paid handsomely so they’d better not let me down.
I opened the rear door and held out my hand. Slim fingers nervously met my palm and Christine Harper slipped a stocking clad leg cautiously our of the cab.
I led her quickly to the door, opened it and bid her to follow me in. A muted, almost respectful cheer went up. The guys not taking their eyes off the gorgeous figure standing before them. Hair, auburne and pinned up, white cotton blouse, figure hugging skirt. She met the approval of everyone of the 10 of us and Mike was heard in a loud whisper to say, ‘You two are the luckiest bastards in town, working with her everyday’
‘Gentlemen, I give you Chrissie Harper’ I announced. She shot me a glare but realised she didn’t dare correct me this time.
Rugby shirts and shorts were swiftly thrown into a steaming pile in the middle of the floor and the guys headed for the showers. Eight muddy, sweaty naked bodies paraded past Christine Harper, each pair of eyes mentally undressing her.
A quizzical look, but she understood and realised she was not in any position to argue. A nod from team captain Mike, confirmed by one from me and to the silence of her admiring audience, she duly removed her blouse, revealing a beautiful black lace bra and weapons-grade cleavage.
Geoff and I were already out of our business attire. He made his way into the shower room as Christine Harper nervously started to unzip her tight skirt. I grew impatient and grabbed her wrist, leading her to the showers. An almighty roar went up as she was herded into the centre of the wet room.
I noticed Geoff was already sporting an impressive hard on but the rugby guys seemed more intent on lifting their trophy guest aloft, six of them carrying her with ease at shoulder height and dowsing her under each of the spray heads. The first two showers must have been set to cold, judging by the shrieks and shivers. They seemed to hold her there forever but it was probably just a few minutes before they warmed her up, making sure of a good thorough soaking of head, torso and legs as they passed under each of the next cascades of steaming hot water.
With the exception of her shoes and blouse she was still fully clothed. Removing that now soaked skirt was not going to be easy. Mike gave the order to ’ just rip it off her lads. Let’s get on with it’
The skirt was unzipped roughly, the tear carried on all the way to the hem. It fell to the shower room floor in a sopping heap and was kicked unceremoniously into a corner.
There she was, my soon to be ex-boss, in her glorious underwear, vulnerable yet still looking defiant. She steeped toward the changing area, reaching for a towel and hurriedly started drying herself off. If she thought that was the end of the party, she was mistaken and quickly left in no doubt.
Mike took charge once more.
‘Okay lads. Think its time for some physiotherapy. Red, Jonno, get her up on the treatment table. ‘
We gathered round as the two forwards, helped by scrum half Badger, lifted her carefully onto one of the tables. The table height had already been lowered slightly. Geoff had the first honour, removing her black lace thong. His fingers nervously hooked into the thin waistband and he muffled a deep groan as he realised he was right about the small downy tuft atop her smooth naked sex. We both realised we’d been wrong about the lack of tattoos though.
Christine Harper’s pussy did indeed look every bit as beautiful as we’d imagined it would. A very neatly trimmed, square of light, short, downy pubes sat on her pubic bone. Just above it the tattooed inscription ‘Love Me’ with a small red heart at the end. Below it, the glistening pinkness of her clitoris broke cover from its protective hood and peeped out at us, boldly, brazenly. If there was any question that its owner was enjoying all this attention it was her little love button that gave her away.
The smooth petals of her outer labia had relaxed enough for the inner folds of her love lips to start to show. Geoff could resist no longer and bent over her, planting a long, noisy kiss directly on her clitoris. His hand had found his thick cock and as he pulled back the foreskin his cock head was dark purple and covered in pre-cum. I thought he was going to splash his offering all over his own feet but he managed to pull himself away from Christine’s loins and moved away from the table, still clutching his reddening knob in his hand.
Hands from all directions covered Christine’s body like serpents, wriggling and sliding over her lace clad breasts, freeing them from and tossing the bra over to the corner with her soaking skirt. Hands slid along her inner thighs and rolled off the lace topped hold ups. Fingers probed her mouth, traced to contours of her shoulders, the smooth lines of her hips and thighs. Hands cupped her glorious tits, nipples twisted and pulled playfully between finger and thumb.
Hands everywhere. Christine Harper’s naked body writhing, back arching, hips thrusting to meet the explorative digits of her captors. Mouths and tongues now found her nipples, her belly button. A tongue, made into a point as if tracing Braille imprints, ran its way slowly across the tattoo before darting down to her inner thighs. The breath felt so hot on her exposed sex, she wanted that tongue to lap at her pussy, to flick the nub of her pounding clitoris and plunge its way deep into her wetness.
She wasn’t disappointed. Mike lashed his tongue in long, slow strokes from the entrance to her sex up to the burning flesh surrounding her clit. Her darted the very tip of his tongue furiously against the wet button. She let out a long low moan and thrust her groin at his face, smothering him with her sweet juices.
Christine screamed viciously ‘Give me your cocks. I want all your cocks’
Reaching to her sides, waving her hands frantically, she found a hard cock with each hand and began pumping them roughly, almost angrily. Geoff, now nearest to the top of the table, knelt with one knee on the table, like a snooker player lining up to take a shot. He eased the tip of his bursting cock onto Christine’s lips and her tongue slurped around his cock head. Then both knees on the table, he straddled her chest and she took his cock deep into her mouth.
Mike was using his tongue to fuck her pussy, alternating plunging inside her then darting quick jabs at her clitoris. The guys either side of the table were massaging just about every other inch of her body they could get their hands on as she pulled hard on their cocks. Mike lifted his head from the cauldron of her groin, wiping her pussy juices across the back of his hand like a medieval knight at a banquet. He then eased her down the table, flung her ankles over his shoulders and eased his long hard cock deep inside her.
She was still rubbing the two cocks at her sides. Badger and Scampi breathing heavily as she expertly whipped them into a frenzy. Geoff was still pounding her face but before much longer announced his arrival with a low, gruff almost caveman like grunt. She took most of his juice in her mouth but he managed to squeeze a long sliver out as he pulled away, the remnants dribbling across her chin and onto her chest.
Geoff joined me at the foot of the table and we watched Mike, the huge back-row forward, plunging deep and hard into Christine Harper’s pussy, her feet just visible over his massive shoulders. His buttocks clenching and sucking in tight every time he thrust into her.
Geoff’s Cheshire cat grin said it all. I didn’t need to ask him how he was feeling.
He was talking to me, in a low, soft voice, still sounding short of breath but I wasn’t hearing him. I felt strangely out of it, almost remote from the proceedings. Excited by what was happening, yet numb and unable to move. The consequences of the developments over the last few days weighing heavily on me. At a time when I should be having a ball I was laden with guilt and concern about how matters were going to play out from here on in.
By the end of the evening Christine Harper would be left in no doubt as to the choice she had to make. She was to arrive at work the next morning at her usual time and ask to see our Director when he arrived. That was usually around 8:00 a.m. and I had already checked that he would be available at that time. She was to tender her immediate resignation, and was to tell him exactly why her position with the company had become untenable.
At the same time, ‘Tom’ was to do the same at his place of work. We now knew enough about him and where he was operating from to be able to give our top brass the information if there was any doubt about his part of the deal. The pair would never work in our line of business again.
Then there was the small matter of our insurance policy. As well as the video conference room recordings Danny had made, we had 5 digital camcorders running throughout the changing rooms, showers and physio area. Each of us would have our own copy of the evening’s events. In this internet networking age, any hint of her calling our bluff and not going ahead with the resignation would lead to the conference room recordings being shown to our employer’s management team and clips from the night’s festivities being plastered all over the world wide web.
Geoff had long since given up waiting for an answer from me. Whatever he was saying would have to wait. I watched as he walked back to the table, slapping Mike on the back in celebration of his exhaustive finale where he’d pulled Christine clean off the table and fucked her standing up. As he’d held her lower back, she threw her arms around his thick neck, her legs wrapped round his waist. They bucked and thrust until he screamed and his cum dribbled out of her messily onto the floor.
Geoff, clearly hard again and desperate to partake of Harper’s pussy too, slide into her gaping, wet hole and pounded away for all he was worth. Phil pushed him aside. Shouts of ‘greedy bastard’ were heard. Phil, well known for his love of nice arses, swiftly rolled her over, her feet on the floor, torso flat on the bench. His fat fingers found the wetness of her swollen quim. He smothered a couple of fingers in her juices before slipping one smoothly into her bottom. She barely moved but we all heard a groan of pleasure as she wriggled her hips and accepted his probing digit with some delight.
Phil looked down at his hardness. A good length. Slim in circumference and no foreskin. He dribbled a glob of spit onto the tip of his engorged cock and eased himself into her back passage, a smile covering his face. Slapping his huge hands down onto her buttocks, he gripped them and started to slowly move back and forth, not too deep, a nice rhythm which both parties were clearly enjoying.
Geoff had taken himself off to the shower but was still watching Phil as he plundered Christine’s darkest and most private place. Geoff rubbed his fat cock while he showered and brought himself off as Phil pulled out and squirted a thick splat of cum over her perfect arse cheeks, his fat fingers rubbing the sticky juice all over her buttocks and arsehole.
Christine was thrown a drinks bottle and she poured cold water down her throat, letting it dribble out of her mouth and over her beautiful breasts. Her nipples standing hard and firm as the cold water ran over them, down her belly and into the already soaking valley between her legs.
She had hardly been given time to recover her breath when she was laid flat again for what was to become the final session. Earlier, she’d begged for all our cocks and now she was going to get all ten of us in rapid succession. Geoff joined us, still dripping wet from his shower. He was the first to enter her pussy. More light hearted complaints of ‘greedy fuckin bastard’ but he kept this visit to a few short dips before moving clockwise to let Scampi take his turn. A few minutes later and he pulled away, the next cock filing her hole immediately. We moved in a circle round her until she’d had nine cocks of various sizes and shapes plunged deep inside her swollen pussy.
At last, I took my place between Christine Harper’s spread thighs. Grabbing her ankles. I raised her legs up and out to each side. She kept her legs straight, pointing her toes to the ceiling. Her wetness fully exposed, I noticed the fine downy square of dark red pubic fluff was soaked in cum. Obviously one of the guys got over-eager and couldn’t help himself.
She looked every bit as amazing as I’d always dreamed she would. She had been through over two hours of attention from 8 rugby players and Geoff, the newly crowned office sex machine, and still she managed to look beautiful. Her hair and make up were no longer immaculate, she was no longer in charge but she’d clearly loved the punishment the lads had doled out and was resigned to accept the consequences.
I took a last look at her smooth pussy, the nub of her clit screaming for attention. I slapped my fat dick hard against it a few times before I slipped down slowly and entered her.
She felt so hot inside, burning the glans of my throbbing cock. My calves seemed to weaken, the soles of my feet tingled so much they were burning and my head was thumping. Christine was now fully encircled by the gang of ten of us. Each of us had dipped our cocks in her hot, wet sex; some had been taken in her mouth, some had felt her hands caress their stiffness and squeeze their balls. All were now about to cover Christine Harper and a glorious fountain of hot lava.
I gave a nod to the lads. Geoff, Mike, Badger, Jonno, Phil, Big Ronnie, Scampi, Red and Smithy. It was time. Christine had been alternating sucking Red and Smithy’s huge cocks as they were now at the head of the table. Smithy was the first to blow his load as she sucked the end of his long cock dry. Red was next. She was still slurping the cum off Smithy’s dick when Red exploded over her face, a great globule of his warm offering dangling from her nose. I kept up the deep thrusts and could hear the guys to both sides nearing their own moments.
Geoff, now named Stallion, by me at least after his energetic performance, shot another load over her belly and that was followed by a crescendo of orgasms arcing over her prostrate body. I could hold off no longer. I pushed deep into her one final time, pulled out in slow motion, savouring every last millimetre of her fiery furnace and, without touching it, let my pulsing cock release a massive load of hot sticky spunk up her midriff and over her pussy.
There, on the physio table, laid bare, exposed, unravelled, lay a disgraced but fully satiated Christine Harper.
Mike passed her his muddy No. 8 shirt. It hung off her shoulders and came down over her knees. She collected her shoes and handbag, leaving the sodden thong and bra in the shower room; souvenirs we’d later ‘auction’ in a rowdy drinking session of bawdy story telling after the lad’s game on Sunday morning.
The taxi pulled up. Christine Harper flopped, exhausted in the back seat. A smile crossed her face, an eyebrow raised and a nod to Geoff and me as the cab rolled away.
Going to work would never be the same again!
Nadene
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