The Whole Soccer Team Comes on My Face

My fingers touch my lips as I check my makeup in the mirror. I add a touch of gloss to make sure they glisten in the dirtiest way possible. A spot of mascara on my eyelashes to make my eyes look bigger, and I’m ready to go.

I have an objective today. A mission appointed by the center of horniness between my legs.

I want someone to come on my face.

My eyes track all the men at the university like an eagle tracks its prey. Who should I go for today? The captain of the swimming team? The shy guy from the administrative office? The soft-bellied janitor with a nice smile? Before I can decide I have to go to my history lecture.

Listening to facts about ancient Greece isn’t easy when I’m horny as fuck. I place a bag over my lap and slip a hand underneath it, pressing between my legs, shifting just a little bit, trying to look like I’m still listening to the lecture and not focusing on the endeavor of not leaking through my panties. Maybe I should risk it and go for the professor? He is quite boring but there is something compelling about his silver fox looks. I stay after the lecture, trying to get him alone but there is a swarm of students around him, and before I can get anywhere I have to go to another class.

That first failed attempt is apparently just a prelude to my suffering. When I go for the janitor he is called in for an emergency. The shy guy from the administrative office is suddenly in a relationship. The swimming jock brushes me off saying he has to train for his competition.

I’m so mad after the last one the rage almost outshines my horniness. Almost.

I stalk away through the sporty part of the campus but then I have an idea.

The looks of the soccer team when I barge into their locker is priceless.

“I want someone to come on my face. NOW,” I say.

The men splutter, some going red, some staring at me with their mouths open, but when I fall on my knees in the middle of the room and raise an expectant brow they realize that I am serious.

“Shit, we only have twenty minutes before out match,” the captain comments, stripping me with his eyes.

“Then you better hurry,” I purr. “If you want all of you to have a chance to come all over me.”

“Is she for real?” one of the players asks in a loud whisper but he gets his answer when a tall brunet comes forward and I pull down his shorts to get at his cock.

I moan as I finally get my lips on a fat dick. Wanting to feel that weight on my tongue is like having a craving for a cigarette; it’s always at the edge of my mind and drives me crazy. Soothing that craving gives me bliss and I happily sink down the provided length. I don’t bother with coy teasing and slow movements meant to keep your partner on edge; why would I when there’s a parade of cocks waiting for me when I finish with this one? And my ultimate goal today is to get creamed with as much cum as possible, until it drips down my face and I can’t get the taste of semen off my tongue.

My lips make a seal around the dick and I suck hard making the man in front of me swear. I bob my head with enthusiasm and it doesn’t take long to feel him shaking, his muscles going taut. I pull off his cock and welcome his cum on my face, on my outstretched tongue. Stripes of white decorate me thoroughly as my hand moves fast, wringing out every last drip of jizz from the first dick.

When the finished man steps away I expect his place to be taken immediately but the students around me hesitate.

“Whoever goes now will be the first one to feel my throat around his cock,” I promise and that’s enough for a guy with a nest of messy blond hair to step forward.

“Open up,” he says in a low voice that send shivers down my spine.

He doesn’t waste any time and pushes between my lips and starts to fuck my mouth. I place my hands on his thighs but don’t try to restrain his wild pace. Instead, I try to prepare myself for when he pushes into my throat. The first deep push makes my hot cavern spasm around the invasion and I have to pull off his cock to cough and take a deep breath, but after that I take the next thrusts like a champ, drooling around the length pushing my throat open.

“Fuck, just like that, you were made for this,” the jock pants out, his hips snapping forward almost brutally.

I press my tongue to the underside of his cock and his pace stutters before the first spurt of his cum lands straight into my throat. He pulls back after that and holds the head of his cock to my cheek as he marks me up and then smears his cum around until I’m absolutely filthy with it.

This time, when he leaves me on my knees with drops of white running down my face, the next man is quick to take what is offered. I don’t even have time to clean my face as a big hand tilts my head up and a large black cock is stuffed down my throat. I’m grateful for the previous fucking which relaxed my throat because without that I’m not sure I could have taken this monster of a cock. The man sinks his hand in my hair, gripping hard, and pulls me up and down his cock slowly, relishing the tight squeeze of my lips. He doesn’t hurry, seemingly happy with using me forever, and I sink into it, into the glorious haze of pleasure clouding my vision. Being in this position, on my knees in a locker room brimming with the scent of sweat and alpha hormones, makes my body hot enough I don’t even have to touch myself to climax.

I make little, high-pitched noises around his swollen cock. My voice is stifled by his length but I can see how he enjoys the guttural vibrations running down his dick when I moan. In my post-orgasmic state, I let him use me like a ragdoll, or maybe one of those high-tech sex dolls. What’s important is that my hole accepts his every thrust and my body is pliant to his every wish, like a putty in his hands. He guides me, sometimes moving my head back and forth, and sometimes keeping me firmly in place until the dirty sound of his nuts slapping against my chin can be heard. When the urge to cum brims inside of him he pulls me off and slaps my face with his huge cock. First one cheek, then the other when I turn my face to invite another slap. It’s enough to make him spill all over me, adding to the half liquid, half-drying cum already on me.

“We only have five minutes left before we have to prepare for the match,” the tense voice of the team captain announces. “Let’s make it a shared effort. Team, take out your cocks and come on her. Go, go, go!”

The captain provides a good example and steps close to me, pulling his cock out. His fist flies over the angry red length, and I know it won’t be long until he comes. Soon I’m surrounded by cocks, I can’t even count how many. I know there are eleven players in a soccer team but I think there is at least one or two reserve players here as well. No matter: the more the merrier, as they say. I welcome them all and turn my mouth to the multitude of cocks, giving a lick here, a kiss there, maybe even offering to suck a particularly delicious length for a moment. I help to bring them to orgasms and purr as the fruit of my work lands on my face. There’s so much of it I can’t even keep my eyes open, my eyelashes gluing together as the jocks in the room don’t leave any place uncovered. The thick cum lands on my eyelids and I close my eyes, offering the pleasure of my touch blindly, my tongue licking in front of my mouth, waiting for the men to fight over who gets the bliss of my touch on their straining cock.

“One minute!” the captain barks from the side-lines, already done with me but still watching like a hawk as I service his team. “If you are not done in sixty seconds then you will be done anyway. I’m not above making you play with a boner.”

The few men left around me swear and start to strip their cocks so fast I can hear the telltale fap-fap noise. I lol out my tongue and open my mouth, tilting my head back. Each stripe of hot cum on my skin is a surprise now that I can’t see it coming. I moan at the feeling of the potent white lifeforce coating me like snow. It’s a badge of honor to be coveted so thoroughly by everyone here and I let myself get my own big finish, my hand sneaking between my legs. The barest touch through my clothes is enough to send me spiraling into a deliriously decadent orgasm, my body shaking as I make myself come again while the last man finishes on me.

“Congrats, you barely made it,” the captain slaps someone’s back and the men laugh.

He drops next to me and starts to clean my face with a towel, using water from a water bottle to make the process easier. He gets me to rights while his team prepares for their match, their spirits high.

“You know,” he murmurs so that only I can hear him. “If we win today they will consider you a good luck charm and will want to do this before every match.”

“This?” I blink at him innocently. “Oh no, next time… I can do better.”

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