Chapter 1: Introduction
The echo of the house door slamming shut resonated through the empty hallway, marking the beginning of what she hoped would be a night of unadulterated pleasure. Sally had been counting down the hours since her boyfriend, Tom, had left for work that morning. The prospect of being alone in their apartment for the evening meant only one thing: an opportunity to indulge in her secret fantasies.
Tom was a good man, reliable and steady, but his lovemaking was as predictable as his morning routine. Sally craved something wilder, more primal. Ever since she'd started working on the Dieux du Stade calendar shoot, her thoughts had been consumed by the raw, muscular beauty of the rugby players. Their chiseled bodies and intense stares haunted her dreams, whispering promises of unbridled desire.
Her fantasies had grown more vivid with each passing day, culminating in this moment where she found herself on her knees in the bedroom, her fingers tracing the length of a stranger's cock. It had been easy enough to lure one of the rugby players back to her apartment after the shoot.. She had offered him a drink, and he had followed her to her room, still dripping with sweat from the day's work.
Sally's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her green eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and lust. He towered over her, his body a sculpted masterpiece of lean muscle and tanned skin. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft, his cock pulsing in her grasp.
She leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, and with a swift thrust, he pushed deep into her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she relaxed her throat, taking him deeper. He fucked her mouth, rough and relentless, his groans filling the room. Spit dripped down her chin, her nails digging into his ass as he used her mouth for his pleasure. The taste of him was intoxicating, the feeling of him throbbing in her mouth sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core.
But just as she was beginning to lose herself in the rhythm, a sharp rap at the door made her pause. The rugby player glanced down at her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, before striding across the room to answer.
"Who the fuck is it?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Sally's spine. She remained on her knees, her heart pounding in her chest, as he swung open the door. Three more players stood there, grinning like a pack of wolves. "We heard there was a party going on in here," one of them said, pushing his way inside before the other two could follow.
Sally recognized him as the team's captain, a notorious playboy known for his wild nights and even wilder stories. He looked her up and down, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah, but the real fun's over here," he said, his gaze flicking to the rugby player who'd answered the door. Without warning, he spat, a thick glob of saliva landing on Sally's cheek. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, the captain reached down and grabbed the back of the other player's head, pushing him toward her.
"Clean her up," he commanded, “we need to leave soon” his voice a low, threatening growl. The rugby player hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Sally and the captain, before finally obeying. He knelt down beside her, his cock still hard and ready, and began to lick the spit from her face.
Sally thought back to the week before when she never could have imagined any of this…