V: Total Ruin

GLORY HOLE IN THE LOCKER ROOM EPISODE 5: TOTAL RUIN

MICHAEL

Everyone had had their time, and it was my turn now. I stepped forward, ready to push my cock through the hole like the rest of them. Lucky bastards.

However, she had other ideas. The bolt to her stall clicked open. I walked out first to meet her. She stood by the door, resting her head against the frame. It was Sabine.

I blinked, shocked beyond words.

“Sabine?”

The guys gawked behind me, their jaws hitting the floor. Sabine was a beauty to behold. Her hair was a short, sleek bun cut sharp above her shoulders.

She adjusted her shirt, though not to button the loose top. She arranged her breasts, pushing them up so the fabric barely contained her. The first three buttons were daringly open, while the rest were fastened tight.

“Surprised to see me?” Sabine asked. She walked up to me, her finger trailing along my jaw and down to my neckline. “It is your turn now, my love,” she whispered.

She bit her lower lip, smiling as she lavishly dropped her hands on me. She glided down, pulling her palm over my chest. Her fingers brushed my waist as she leaned in, moving suggestively.

My own girlfriend was doing this to me. I could not help but see her as twisted.

Sabine teased my cock as her hands brushed past it. She grabbed my balls firmly, causing me to jerk before she stood up. This time, her hands swept under my jersey, her fingers playing with the hair on my bare skin.

“I can’t do this.”

“Are you sure?” Sabine asked me, stepping back. She was close to laughter. “In front of all your friends you decided to bring? You stupid jerk.” She crossed her arms over her chest; her skirt barely covered her ass.

I thought of the cum running down her legs. Elijah. Tom. Maurice. Each name made my blood boil. I had no idea it was my girlfriend in there.

“Bro, are you going to take your chance or should I cash it in?” Tom stepped forward.

The jerk.

I didn’t even think. I balled my fists and swung, desperate to punch the words out of his mouth.

Sabine saw my anger. She moved fast, wrapping her tiny palms around my hand while crashing her lips onto mine in a ragged, desperate motion.

I pushed her back against the stall door, seething with anger. Anger that this had happened, and anger that I still wanted to fuck her.

I was still so hard, aching for release.

“Stop holding back. I am the one who wants to be ruined,” Sabine moaned against my lips. Our saliva mingled, and the aftertaste of my friends hit my tongue. It made me dizzy and fueled a dark need to punish her.

Why was I holding back?

I grabbed her hair, my lips grazing hers harshly as I pulled her away. I turned her back to me and shoved her hands behind her.

“It’s Christmas. Fuck her throat, guys,” I commanded.

Sabine laughed maniacally as she struggled against my hold. Elijah was the first to find her mouth. He moved toward her, reaching for her chin.

I pushed her forward, my eyes red with rage. Elijah gasped. Then, I forced my way inside her tight, aching heat—the same heat still filled with the creampies she had already received.

“Suck, Sabine. You wanted to be a whore, so be it!” I cried as I thrust my waist forward. I slammed into her, grabbing her waist and digging my nails in until her skin bruised.

Her skirt fanned around her hips like a belt.

The guys took turns fucking her mouth. Tom went next, thrusting his hips and holding her head in place. Their shafts glistened as she worked overtime.

“Go faster!” I slapped Sabine’s ass, turning her skin a bright pink. I smacked it again and again until she whimpered.

I repositioned, holding her hands in one hand and sliding toward her left. Sabine moaned, but Maurice’s cock was in her mouth, and I could barely hold back my jealousy.

Elijah stroked his cock, crying out as he came first, bursting all over her face. An impatient Tom pulled her head onto his bulging cock and rammed all the way in.

Her ass bounced on my cock, and I squeezed it. I thrust deeper, feeling her pussy lips crush my balls.

I dug into her as the guys took turns emptying themselves. Her shirt was ruined, streaks of cum flowing down her cleavage. Where there wasn't cum, there was spit.

Maurice was the last one to shoot. He let out a cry, and Sabine laughed as she took it all like a champion. I shuddered behind her as I reached my own release. My nails dug deep into her skin as I cried out. Her pussy squeezed my cock dry, taking every last drop. When I started to harden again, I dragged her to face me.

“Get on your knees,” I told her.

She beamed as she knelt. Her buttons were completely undone, one breast exposed, the other visible behind her transparent bra.

I grabbed her head, working that smile off her face with a heavy shove of my cock. Her eyes were already wet and glossy as tears began to stream. She had no control as she bobbed on my length.

I shut my ears to her cries as I face-fucked her completely. Stroke after stroke, I neared my release. It piled up, and I increased my pace. Each movement brought me closer. My knees jerked and my toes curled. I let my eyes shut, letting all of my restraint fade away as I erupted in flames.

I burst in her mouth, on her face, and on her breasts. My second cum shower was a massive load, and as always, it would be Sabine’s favorite.

I hoped she was happy. She was bathed in the loads of three men who were anything but gentle.