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World Cup Tales 1
I’m going to reveal something unusual to you that I experienced at a World Cup game! That’s right! It will seem like a lie but whoever wants to find out something secret that happened on that historic date can keep reading this story. Even if you don’t believe it, but are still curious, you can also read it!
But first allow me to introduce myself. My name is Carol and I’m 28 years old. I graduated in physical education and journalism and have always worked in the sports field. I’ve been a personal trainer and I currently work as a soccer reporter. My profession is dominated by men and perhaps that’s why I attract so much attention on the field when I do my reports. Maybe it’s also because I’m blonde and have a hot body, which I have cultivated since my time as a fitness professional…
Anyway, let’s go to the events… I was chosen to cover an important World Cup game: Brazuca vs. Krakóvia, which would take place at the end of the afternoon! I always used to wear provocative clothes. It was a tactic of mine to draw the players’ attention and it was easier this way to approach and interview all of them, even the biggest stars. And that day was no different. I even went a little further and put on a low-cut green and yellow top that highlighted my silicone breasts and some tight spandex pants that outlined my body and even marked the string panties I was wearing… You could see the shape of my pussy very well. It formed that “camel toe” that men love!
I put on my press credentials and went to Tranqueira Stadium, where the big game would be held… There was a lot of activity around the stadium: many soccer fans, whistles and flags… The atmosphere was really contagious! I had some trouble getting onto the field and after practically an hour I was behind one of the advertisement panels beside one of the goalposts on the field—a destination for sports journalists and reporters. There were people from all over the world but I was the only woman! Most of them looked at me and either giggled or complimented me. But I didn’t care much. I was focused on my work. My main goal was to get an interview with one of the team’s star players… Little did I know that I would have a great “journalistic scoop” that day!
Getting back to the facts… The game began and I recorded photos and comments about the game’s best plays on my work smartphone. I couldn’t get anything very special or exclusive by the end of the game, which ended with the Brazuca team’s victory, which was achieved with much difficulty and sweat. With the referee’s final whistle, everyone ran to try to get an interview with the players and I ended up falling behind. I couldn’t even get close to the star players! It was really disappointing…
But I’m a stubborn, persistent woman and I didn’t give up! I waited for the crowd to disperse and went to the team locker room to see if I could get anything there. But I had bad luck again. It looked like all the players had already left for the bus. There was nobody at the locker room entrance. Even the security guards had left!
I hoped to find some kind of tactical notes or any other material that was left behind by the players or the coach. I would have to content myself with that! Up to that point, I still didn’t know that it would be my lucky day…
I entered the locker room very cautiously. I didn’t want to be thrown out forcefully by the guards. After all, it was my last chance to get some material for my report… The place was very modern! I continued to go in carefully, looking for some important object forgotten by the team. Then I got a scare… I overhead an aggressive conversation. It sounded like somebody giving a scolding and two or three other people were talking more softly… And when I entered in the part about the athlete’s training camp, I realized what was happening!
The team coach Mustachio, the forwards Freud (who was wrapped in a towel) and Osmar (who was still in the shower) and the goalkeeper Frangoso were still talking there and it looked like the atmosphere wasn’t very nice… It looked like the coach wasn’t satisfied at all with the players’ performance! He repeatedly said: “If you keep playing like this, we won’t be the champions of jack shit!”. And he continued: “Our offense missed a lot of goals because of nervousness. We need to play relaxed!”. I stayed there for a bit longer, until they noticed my presence!
And when they saw me, Mustachio became even more furious and shouted: “How did this soccer groupie get in here? Where are the guards?”. I tried to talk to him and tell him I was a reporter trying to get an interview, but it looked like they didn’t believe me. The coach wanted to call the police, but then I heard something unbelievable! “Coach! Let us relax ourselves with her. We’ve been training for months!”. The soccer star Osmar said that from inside the shower as he held his dick and jerked off! Freud and Frangoso seemed to love their teammate’s idea: “That’s right! Sex will relax us for the next game!”.
Mustachio listened to the arguments and ended up agreeing to the idea… I wanted to run away but I changed my mind and decided to play along! The day was already lost and fucking the star players would be a real scoop!
Freud released his towel and I could see his dick, which was medium-sized… To compensate, Osmar had a huge cock with a large head! I was curious to see Frangoso’s member but he remained seated and observed as his companions came to me! Mustachio also just watched and wrote down some tactical notes on his clipboard.
In contrast to their performance in the game, they showed some good teamwork! One of them pulled off my top and left my huge melons hanging out and the other forward pulled down my pants and left me wearing just my string panties, which were buried in my ass crack! They all stood still for a few seconds to admire my beauty. Modesty aside, I have an almost perfect body, sculpted by years and years of working out!
The two of them grabbed me and laid me down on a bench in the middle of the locker room… Then Osmar pulled down my panties to show everyone my clean-shaven pussy, which was as smooth as a baby’s skin. I was completely paralyzed and couldn’t react. I was like a doll in the players’ hands!
Freud came in front of me and gave me his dick to suck while Osmar focused on my pussy… Shirt number eleven ate out my pussy and got it all wet and lubricated with his saliva in order to then penetrate it mercilessly. He buried his enormous cock all at once and each time he took out his big dick head, I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure!
We stayed there for about five minutes, with Freud gagging me and Osmar ripping me apart! The coach Mustachio gave the players instructions and the goalkeeper Frangoso jerked off as he watched all the green and yellow debauchery! Then the coach ordered a rehearsed play: he wanted to see a DP—a double penetration!
At this point I got scared and tried to escape, but the two of them held me forcefully. Freud lay down on the floor and put me on top of him, sticking his cock in my pussy, which was already hot from so much fucking, and he pumped me hard until my ass was sticking up enough for Osmar to penetrate. We stayed in that wonderful sandwich for a while until their cocks exploded in an orgasm! They filled my twat and my asshole with jizz. The coach applauded the play. It was a great goal!
I stayed there lying on the floor, completely exhausted… The guys left to get on the team bus! Before he left, the coach Mustachio thanked me and said that if the team was the champion, I would have made a small contribution to the victory! Freud was even more optimistic and said that after that fuck he was sure the Cup title was guaranteed and that I was already invited to the victory party!
So that’s it, everyone! I hope you believe my erotic story! Let’s wait for the next games to be sure that all that “training” was worth it!