Page 98 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Well, there will be 30 minutes of overtime.”
Thirty minutes? Gah!My pussy couldn’t wait that long! Wait. Yes it could. Because if Wurst FC scored again they might put me back on the beer cam. And Chastity wasn’t here to save me again. I’d been so focused on sausage sizes that I forgot I was on the precipice of serious jail time.
Come on, NY United! Score, damn it!I wanted the game to be over with so I could get my sex date over with too. I missed Tanner. I looked at the sausage king out of the corner of my eye again. Or was I actually just excited to bang him? Dreaming of hot soccer players’ cocks for the last 90 minutes had me feeling some sort of way.
I needed Tanner’s tongue.
I needed the sausage king’s massive sausage.
I needed to be gangbanged by an entire soccer team.
It was stoppage time, whatever the fuck that was.Hurry up already!
I’d officially lost my mind.Oh my God, I’m going to die of horniness.
I watched as a midfielder from NY United who I was pretty sure had a massive member scored from nearly midfield.Ah!I stood up and cheered. That was super awesome. If I was gonna bang a soccer player, I’d totally choose him. He was slaying his celebration dance and his confidence was contagious.
It was almost tempting to flash him.Gah! What the hell am I thinking?Yeah, I’d definitely lost my mind. I wasn’t gonna bang any of these soccer players.
The sausage king sighed next to me. He looked so disappointed by his team losing. He turned to me. “It is a shame. I really wanted to show you my castle.”
Oh, the bet.Psh.Screw that. I needed him to screw me. “Well, it just so happens that I really want to see your castle.” That was the best place for sex, right?
He suddenly looked much happier. “Wonderful. We will go there soon. But first I need to check on my team. That was a devastating loss.”
Yes it was. His team got completely owned by the big D’s of NYC.
He grabbed my hand and led me toward the locker room.
“Should I wait out here?” I asked. If I got to go in the locker room, Chastity would be SO jealous. But I was curious to see if Chastity was right about how big they all were…
“No, it’s fine. The boys will probably just be sitting at their lockers drinking beer and trying to forget that crushing loss.”
Oh.So no dicks out then. That just sounded kinda depressing… But I followed the sausage king into the locker room anyway. We turned the corner.Ah! Holy sausages!I put my hand out to block the nudity. But then I lowered my hand enough to see. Because who was I kidding? I was salivating for sausage right now.
Two of the Wurst FC players were standing there full nude getting interviewed by a reporter in a very low cut shirt. And the whole thing was being filmed.
Were Germans really this comfortable with nudity?! The guys were both pretty well endowed, so I guess they had nothing to be embarrassed about. But still…
The sausage king said something in German to them. Then he added: “Meet my girlfriend, Ash.”
Geez, sausage king. Stop throwing around the G word so loosely.
Both guys walked away from the camera and came over to shake my hand.
They’re so naked! Try not to look at their penises. Try not to look at their penises. Try not to look at their penises.My eyes immediately gravitated to their penises.Damn it, brain, what did I just say?!I quickly shook their hands.
“Where is the rest of the team?” the sausage king asked.
One of the guys pointed to the equipment room.
“We should go see how the team is doing. Probably drinking their sorrows.” He shook his head. “I must give them a pep talk.”
I awkwardly walked away from the two naked men standing in front of me. Chastity was going to be so disappointed that I didn’t let them double team me. I pressed my lips together. And maybe Tanner would be disappointed too. Shit, should I have done it? But the sausage king was already walking away and I didn’t want to get lost in here. I hurried after him.
We passed the shower and I got a look at a few more solid packages. But none of them seemed to compare to the guys from NY United. At least in my head.
We walked into the equipment room and my eyes grew round. One player was sitting on a bench getting ridden by one of the girls who had doused herself on the beer cam. And the girl who had been next to her was on her knees blowing another player. Another girl from the beer cam was bent over against a rack of shoes. And then there was a blonde doing the splits on a bench, blowing a guy lying on the floor while another player took her from behind.
