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View MoreThe locker room door slammed shut behind them. Tamara barely had time to catch her breath before Chase pushed her against the row of metal lockers. The rest of the team, Marcus, Zack, Tyler, Jimmy formed a semi-circle around them, shirts still off, chests rising and falling from practice, eyes locked on her with open hunger.“On your knees slut.” Chase ordered quietly.“Yes, Sire.” Tamara dropped to her knees without hesitation, the vibrator still humming softly inside her. She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted.Marcus stepped forward first. He was taller than his brother, broader, his cock already hard and straining against his shorts. He pulled it out and rested the thick head against Tamara’s lips.“Open for him.” Chase commanded.Marcus pushed into her mouth with a low groan, while the others moved closer. Some pulled her blouse open, freeing her heavy breasts. They pinched and rolled her nipples. Chase yanked her skirt up around her waist. The vibrator was still wor
The next morning, a small black package was waiting on Tamara’s desk when she arrived at her counseling office. When she opened it there was no name or anything attached except for a sleek remote-controlled vibrator and a short message written on the inside of the box:Wear this under your skirt without panties during practice. Don’t take it out. Don’t turn it off. — Sire.Tamara’s cheeks burned with both shame and excitement. She locked the door, stepped out of her panties, and carefully slid the toy inside herself. It settled deep, pressing against her most sensitive spot. The moment she stood up, a soft pulse of awareness made her thighs tighten.Her phone buzzed with a message immediately affer. Sire: Good girl. See you at practice. Don't be late.That afternoon the gym was loud and hot. The basketball team was already on the court with their shirts off, and bodies glistening with sweat. Marcus, Zack, Tyler, Jimmy…… all of them moving with raw athletic power. Chase sat on th
The morning after the pizza delivery, Tamara walked into Westbridge Academy with a secret still burning between her legs. She had washed Chase’s cum from her thighs, but the memory refused to leave. Every time she closed her eyes she felt him again…. … thick, demanding, filling her the way her husband never could.She told herself it was a one-time mistake. A moment of weakness, that it would never again. But she knew she was lying she wanted more.Her day was going well…… ….normal and boring until her phone buzzed with a message during lunch break.Unknown Number: You really are one hell of a desperate married whore, Mrs. Thompson.A photo of her, completely naked in her living room, on her knees with Chase’s cock resting on her tongue, eyes half-lidded in lust was attached to the message.Another photo followed instantly, she was bent over the table, ass up, his cum dripping down her thighs.Unknown Number: Library basement storage room, you've 20 minutes to get here. Come alone o
Few days after the incident, Tamara started making small changes. Her blouses became a little tighter and thinner, the tops stretching across her full DD breasts. Her skirts were a little shorter, hugging her round ass and showing more of her smooth thighs when she walked. She told herself it was just confidence, but deep down, she knew she wanted the boys to look.One hot afternoon after practice, Tamara stayed to help hand out water, but her focus were on the boys shirtless, young, muscular bodies that was glistening with sweat. Tamara called out to Marcus…..with a teasing smile, she smiled and took a bottle from her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.“Thanks, Mrs. Thompson,” he said sipping from the bottle. “You always take such good care of us.” He smiled turning to meet his friends.But as he turned, Tamara reached out and playfully wiped a bead of sweat from his bare chest with her fingers. “You’re all sweaty, Marcus. Let me clean you up a bit.” Her thumb lingered on his nip












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