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=1: Angelica=“Come and meet my boyfriend; he will give you a tour, and you can get to meet the team.”Stefan needed no encouragement; he has been a rugby union fan since childhood, a club supporter, and is a regular at home games.I took a lot of care with my outfit.After the hot time in the caravan with Kirsten, I could not be sure whether sex was on the menu. I might meet club officials and, heaven forbid, their wives, so my outerwear could not be tarty in any way.I started with a full-length, open-crotch bodystocking with shoulder straps, fishnet legs, and a mesh see-through panel set down my front—no bra and no knickers.My boobs were free but restrained from obvious swinging as I walked. If Kirsten had sex in mind, once I had stripped down to this, my body was ready for anything.Sexy underneath, with carefully chosen outerwear of a black skirt with a side slit, complemented with a black satin blouse. The final touch: my favourite black suede boots.Just right—sexy, not tarty, but not prudish either.=Stefan drove our car through the entrance gate to the rugby team’s ground, exactly at the time Kirsten had told us to arrive.I scanned the empty car park.“There she is!”I pointed to her for Stefan, and he drove across, parking in a slot next to where Kirsten stood.On the tarmac, I embraced her in a tight hug, with a fairly quick touching of our lips. Her taste and smell were still familiar to me from our lovemaking in her caravan. Stefan walked around the car and followed my example with a hug, but his kiss lingered, and I was sure their tongues were linked in her mouth. Perhaps I was a bit jealous, and I regretted not giving her a sloppy wet kiss when I had the chance.We walked into the adjacent building and entered a neat reception area. I thought stadia were supposed to be quite basic, but this seemed like any front office.In the centre of the room stood a man—a very tall man, an exceedingly handsome man. His short-sleeved shirt showed off bulging muscles that rippled as he extended his hand in greeting.”Guys, this is my boyfriend, Jules.”He smiled and shook hands with Stefan. Then he turned to me. His jet-black eyes bored into mine, and I felt my knees turn to jelly. Then he took my hand in his and lifted it to his lips, a gentle wetness brushing my skin. I looked up at him and saw that my pale flesh looked incredibly delicate against his dark skin, completely encased in his huge hand.Stefan interrupted my reverie. “Jules is one of our prop forwards.””Indeed, I am, ma’am.”“Are you American, Jules? I didn’t think rugger is a big sport in the US.”“No, I’m Canadian, from Winnipeg. My parents moved to the UK when I was twelve, and I took up rugby as the closest thing to American football I could play here. And now I am playing for a Premiership team.”Kirsten interrupted him.“Jules will look after you, Angelica, while I take Stefan for a special treat.”She took his hand, and the two of them disappeared through a side door.“We are going upstairs, my angel.”I smiled inside; this man was something special.On the upper floor, we walked through a double door and entered a large room, one side of which was glazed roof to floor. Jules led me over, and I gasped as the view unfolded. We were above the goalposts at one end of the stadium, with a perfect view of the pitch. The main stand was to our right; a low, covered standing area along the left side; and a big seated stand at the far end.“Oh, wow, Jules, this is incredible.”“This is the members’ lounge and bar, always full on match days. Today it’s as quiet as a church.”He pointed to one of a line of sofas just behind us.“Please sit down.”I sank into the soft leather. Jules sat on the adjacent cushion, then turned to face me and, for the second time, took my hand in his.“You are very beautiful, my angel.”I was locked into his eyes. No man had türk casino siteleri ever called me Angel, let alone the possessive ‘My Angel’.”Please, can I kiss you just once?”How could I resist?“Yes, Jules, just once.”We moved closer, with his head tilted down and mine tilted back. His lips touched mine, and it was as if an electric bolt coursed through my body. His odour enveloped me, and I pushed my tongue out, just enough to slip between his lips. Jules needed no more encouragement, and his tongue pushed deep into my mouth in response. His great hand wrapped across my back. pulling me tight against him.I was lost in lust, my hand pressed into his thigh, circling, feeling his muscular frame beneath his clothes.The once-only kiss went on and on until he released his grip on me and backed away.“Angel, we have to break for a while. My teammates are coming to meet you very soon.”I sat up, just before a raucous group of men came barging in the same doors we had used before.There was a mix of skin colours and voice accents, but there was one common theme. Every one of them was very muscular.“Hi everyone, come and meet Angel.”I stood and shook hands with each man, and I received a peck on the cheek in return. Jules pointed out each in turn and told me their names and playing positions. Two stood out; Billy, the second tallest after Jules, was the other prop forward. Étienne, who was very stocky and quite a bit shorter than the two props, was the hooker.“Billy is from South Africa; he has played for the ‘Boks. Étienne is naturalised French now, but his family still lives in Senegal. We call him Hosepipe.”“Why Hosepipe.”“We are an international team, but in the tradition of British sport, everyone on the team has a nickname. Billy is Bok, I am Winnie, and Hosepipe is, well, just a crude dressing room joke.”Jules took my hand and pulled me up.“Come to the bar; I’ll buy you a drink.”One of the team members acted as the barman; most chose soft drinks. I was surprised at this.“I thought you rugby players were big beer drinkers.”“Not at our level. Alcohol is a disaster for fitness and concentration, and we have a match tomorrow afternoon. But that doesn’t stop you from indulging. So what’s your poison, Angel?”I looked along the well-stocked shelves.“Gin and tonic, please, with ice.”Carrying our drinks, we went back to the sofa and sat quite prim and proper, chatting in a small group with Bok and Hosepipe.“Does it mean working together in the front row makes you socialise together?”“Sometimes.”Gradually, the other players left, and the four of us were alone. After a while, I glanced back and saw Bok and Hosepipe had drifted over to the bar with their backs to us.I turned to face Jules, and for the third time, he took my hand in his.“You are very beautiful, my Angel.”I was locked into his eyes. Everything inside of me was churning; I could feel the dampness between my legs. I wanted him desperately.”Please, can I kiss you just once more?”How could I resist?“Yes, Jules, just once more.”He stood close in front of me, then lifted his shirt over his head in one swift movement. I gasped at the beauty of him. Black tattoos snaked around his upper body and arms; he looked so powerful, with hard muscles everywhere—a man beyond my wildest dreams who was standing a hand’s width away. I did not give a moment’s thought as to why he wanted to make love to me, a slightly podgy sixty-year-old, forty years older than, and almost the polar opposite of, Kirsten, his teenage girlfriend.He leaned in and brushed his lips on mine. Just like before, the kiss was very long. I did not want it to end, and this time his hands were constantly wandering over my back, and I was becoming very aroused. He leaned against me, and his weight pushed me down, flat on the soft cushions.My hands pressed en sağlam casino siteleri his face against mine. I was lost; caution and restraint were thrown away, so when his big hand pressed into my crotch, I accepted what was about to happen and did not resist when he slid under my skirt and pulled the hem up to my waist. He realised there were no knickers to slow his progress, so he grasped his opportunity, pressing his thumb against my wet pussy lips.= 2: Stefan=Kirsten led me out of the reception area, through a door that led to a passageway that seemed to run the length of the building. For a moment, I thought about Angie’s reaction when she was introduced to that huge black man. I know her so well that I can read her face like an open book. She was smitten, almost simpering, as he took her hand in his great paw and lifted it to his lips.We were nearly at the end of the passage when Kirsten stopped by what appeared to be the last side door. I saw she was holding a key in her hand, which she pushed into the lock, then turned it and pushed down on the door handle. I heard the tumblers drop as the door drifted open; the crack gave nothing away as to what the room was.“It’s time for your surprise, auld gadgie, but you need to wear this before we go in.”She held up an airline-style blindfold, then lifted it over my head and lowered it until my eyes were completely covered. She checked that the elastic strap fully circled my head, and after a few adjustments, I felt her fingers pressing the material into my eyes, making sure I was completely isolated from any vision.“Gud, Stefan, I’m behind you now. Hold your arms back on each side, and I will take your hands and guide you in.”I followed her instructions, then felt her hands link to mine.”“Go ahead.”I started to shuffle forward, her hands pulling gently to guide me left or right.“Stop, noo.”“Turn right, ninety degrees.”Kirsten let go of my hands, and I stood there, still and silent, waiting for her.“Reach back for my hands.”I felt her fingers explore my palm, and then trace a track to my wrists. Then there was a feeling of something cold on my wrists. And in a trice, two metallic clicks. She had cuffed me.“Your special treat is about to start. Just remember what I told you the first time we were together. I am a slut, but you dinae fuck me then. I took you ‘cus I am an insatiable, nasty bitch. You are going to find out just how nasty I can be today.”Kirsten ripped the blindfold off my head, and then a strong light blinded me for a few seconds. As my eyesight recovered, I found I was looking directly at a large video screen, about a metre away.“There’s a steel pole behind ye; lean on it if you want.”She stood in front of me and reached down to unbuckle my trousers, then unzipped and pulled them down to my ankles, together with my underpants.Her fingers played with my soft cock, which rapidly hardened to a full erection.“So, you want yer slut again?”Half question, half statement. I did not answer; my erection was all that she needed. She dropped to her knees and leaned towards me. I felt the soft touch of her lips on the tip of my cock, then the enveloping warmth of her mouth.During this, I paid little attention to the screen, but as she sucked, I looked up and saw there was some movement there. I realised I was looking at a man’s back, his ebony skin filling most of the space. But underneath him, I could see pale female flesh, pale arms linked across his back, and pale legs in black suede boots scissored over his thighs. But one other thing caught my eye: her left ring finger and her wedding band. It was instantly recognisable. The woman underneath him was my wife.“Kirsten, I’m not happy with this; I want to be with Angie.”“Tough shite, you are mine. She is theirs; that’s how it is today, gadgie.”I canlı casino siteleri watched him thrust into my wife, and I could clearly hear her laboured breaths, her groans, and her whispered encouragement.Kirsten stood up, one hand on my erect shaft. She pushed and pulled my foreskin for a few strokes, then let go and stood back beside the video screen.“Ye can have a braw time watching her enjoy herself. But your fun is totally up to me. I will decide if and when you can cum, so be nice to me.”It seemed I had no choice, so I relaxed and watched the video stream.=3: Angelica=It all happened so fast. One moment he was rubbing my clit, the next he was on top of me with his cock in my cunt, and I was groaning at him to go deeper and faster. He obliged on the first but kept to a steady and slow fucking pace. I was loving it; every stroke slid across my clit. The sensation was enough to keep me fully aroused, but not quite sufficient to take me over the edge.All the time, he was kissing me, murmuring soft words in my ear. I had my arms over his back, feeling his soft skin under my fingertips. My legs were crossed over his, and the shape of my body increased his penetration. Suddenly he lifted me off the cushions, one great hand supporting my back, and slewed my body around a little. As I settled back onto the sofa, my head, no longer supported, dropped over the edge. Instead of Jules’ face, I was looking at a very long, black cock.Its owner’s hand was gently rubbing along the shaft, and as I watched, it grew and grew in length, though very little in girth. There was a coarse chuckle from Jules.“Now you know why we call him Hosepipe.”I watched it approach my mouth and felt the tip push against my lips.“Open wide, Angel.”I yielded to the pressure, and it slid in. The head reached the back of my mouth, and then he pushed in hard, his body pressing against my face, and somewhere deep in my throat was the tip.My body fought the intrusion; I was gagging hard, but there was no way through the blockage. Then he withdrew. I belched, and I felt bile fill my mouth and flow out, running down my cheeks and into my hair.“I don’t think Angel can take that again, Hosepipe.”“Yeh, OK, Winnie, I’ll go down the other end.”Once more, I felt Jules lift my body while his hard cock stayed in me. This time, he flipped us over, so I was laid on top of him. A tumbler of water appeared in front of my face and was proffered to me to drink. I took it all, gulping the contents and washing away the vile taste in my mouth.The glass disappeared and was replaced by a new, engorged, black cock. This one had a huge girth but didn’t look too long. As it was pressed against my lips, I felt my jaw bones being pushed far apart, and once its owner felt he was set up, it started to pump in and out.Two holes filled, Jules still gently fucking my pussy, and the new cock fucking my mouth. Very nice; I was more than happy being used like that.Then I felt two hands pressing on my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart before something was pressed against my sphincter.Jules, below me, whispered, “Angel, Hosepipe wants to fill you. Just relax; he’s well-oiled and well-practised.”Peering around the cock in my mouth, I tried to shake my head to show I was a little scared. Stefan had tried to go there before, but I found it too painful, and we did not do it again.“It’s all length; I promise you will enjoy him.”It was too late anyway. I felt him press against me, and then there was a sharp pain. Once he was inside, the pain subsided, and all I could feel was the endless length of that cock pushing deeper into my body.Three holes filled, three black cocks, each one fucking me in a different way. As my ass was filled and emptied, I could feel the flesh of my vaginal entrance being pulled up and down Jules’ shaft, then Jules’ head would bump against Hosepipe when he thrust in, and each time they connected like this, I experienced waves of pleasure inside me.Jules made more of an effort to ride my clit, and my body responded. I felt my hips flexing as my need increased, my hands becoming rigid like claws, and my fingers scratching over Jules’ back.
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