Enjoy her throat

You grip the base of your throbbing cock and slide it past Ellie's soft, plump lips, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth envelop you inch by inch. Her tongue flattens against the underside of your shaft as she takes you deep, her throat relaxing just like you've trained her to do—no resistance, no hesitation. The jock beside you chuckles, slapping your shoulder while he sips his beer. "See? She's a pro. Bet she's swallowed more loads today than we've scored touchdowns this season."

Ellie kneels there on the padded mat, her curvy body on full display in that tight white bodysuit, the fabric stretched taut over her E-cup tits, her pierced nipples poking through like hard little points begging for attention. The crotch is ripped open, leaving her hairless pussy exposed and stuffed full with the fixed dildo on the pad. She keeps bouncing steadily, her large ass cheeks jiggling with each downward thrust, the thick toy plunging into her slick, puffy lips over and over. Juices from her earlier gangbang drip down the shaft, mixing with the remnants of cum leaking from her stretched holes.

You thrust forward, burying your cock to the hilt in her mouth, your balls slapping against her chin. She doesn't gag; instead, her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, her brown eyes looking up at you with that vacant, obedient stare you've instilled in her. The other jocks cheer from the couch as a touchdown flashes on the TV screen, but a couple of them glance over, stroking their semi-hard dicks back to life while watching Ellie multitask—riding that dildo like a **** slut while deepthroating you.

"Pass her over when you're done, man," one of the bigger linemen says, his muscular frame sprawled out with a beer in hand. "I wanna feel those pierced tits wrapped around my dick next."

You nod, pumping Ellie's face faster, your hands tangled in her ponytail for leverage. The pull makes her head tilt back slightly, opening her throat even more. Saliva dribbles from the corners of her mouth, coating your shaft and dripping onto her heaving breasts. You can feel her throat constrict rhythmically around your cockhead, milking you as she bobs in time with her hip movements on the dildo. Her pussy squelches audibly with each bounce, the toy stretching her wide, her puffy labia gripping it like a vice.

After a few minutes of relentless face-fucking, you pull out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting your glistening cock to her swollen lips. Ellie gasps for air but doesn't close her mouth—instead, she licks her lips clean, awaiting the next command. You pat her cheek like a good pet. "Not bad, slut. Keep that pussy working while we watch the replay."

The jock you were talking to steps up next, shoving his thick, veiny cock into her mouth without a word. He grabs her ponytail and yanks her forward, making her nose bury into his pubes. Ellie moans around his meat, the vibration humming through him as she resumes sucking, her body never stopping its rhythm on the dildo. Her ass flexes and spreads with each rise and fall, showing off the gape from the earlier ass-fuck, a trickle of cum still oozing out.

You settle back on the couch, cracking another beer and joining the cheers as the game heats up. The room fills with the sounds of slurping, skin slapping against the dildo, and rowdy laughter from the jocks. One by one, they take turns using her mouth during commercials—thrusting deep, holding her head still while they grind, or making her lick their balls while jerking themselves off over her face.

Halfway through the third quarter, the lineman hauls Ellie up by her arms, her knees wobbling from the constant impalement. He positions her between his legs on the couch, her tits pressed against his thighs. "Time for a titty fuck," he grunts, spitting on his cock for lube before sliding it between her massive E-cups. Ellie squeezes her breasts together around his shaft, her pierced nipples rubbing against his skin as she slides up and down. The metal bars through her nips glint under the lounge lights, and he flicks them roughly, making her whimper.

You watch from your spot, your own cock twitching back to attention. The other jocks hoot and holler, one reaching over to finger her ass while she works. His thick finger plunges into the cum-slick hole, stirring up the loads left behind, making her body shudder. Ellie keeps bouncing instinctively, even off the dildo now—her hips grinding against nothing, seeking friction like the trained whore she is.

"She's loving this shit," the lineman laughs, thrusting up between her tits faster. Precum smears across her cleavage, mixing with sweat. He pinches her nipples hard, twisting the piercings until tears well in her eyes, but she doesn't stop—pushing her chest forward, begging for more degradation.

As the game winds down to halftime, the group decides to ramp things up. They drag Ellie back to the metal pole, cuffing her wrists high above her head again, her legs spread wide by ankle restraints bolted to the floor. Her bodysuit is soaked through now, clinging transparently to her curves, her pussy lips swollen and red from the ****.

The quarterback, a tall guy with a cock like a battering ram, steps up first. He lines up behind her and slams into her cunt without warning, his hips crashing against her large ass. Ellie cries out, her body jolting forward against the pole. He grips her ponytail like reins, yanking her head back as he pounds her relentlessly, his balls smacking her clit with each brutal thrust.

"Take it, bitch," he growls, spanking her ass cheeks until they glow red. The slaps echo over the TV commentary, drawing grins from the others. You lean against the wall, beer in hand, enjoying the show—your ****'s body rocking, tits swinging wildly, pierced nipples bouncing.

One jock moves in front, feeding his cock into her open mouth to muffle her moans. They spit-roast her in tandem, the quarterback reaming her pussy while the other fucks her face. Cum from earlier sessions squirts out around the invading shaft, splattering the floor. Ellie's throat bulges with each deep push, her eyes watering but locked on nothing, lost in submission.

The rotation starts again—jocks switching holes, double-penetrating her when two get impatient. One buries his dick in her ass while another stretches her pussy, their cocks rubbing through the thin wall separating them. Ellie screams around the third cock in her mouth, her body trembling as they use her like a fucktoy, passing her around for their post-win celebration.

You step in midway, claiming her ass for yourself. Pulling out the jock currently there, you spit on your cock and drive in deep, feeling her sphincter clench around you. She's loose from the train, but still tight enough to grip—hot, slick with other men's seed. You fuck her hard, your hands digging into her hips, watching her tits sway and her pussy drip onto the floor.

"Good girl," you mutter, reaching around to pinch her clit. She bucks against you, her body betraying any pain with raw need. The jocks cheer you on, toasting with their beers as they wait their next turn.

By the end of the game, Ellie's a mess—covered in sweat, cum streaking her face, tits, and thighs. Her holes gape open, leaking a steady stream of mixed loads. They uncuff her, letting her collapse onto the couch in a heap, but even then, she crawls to the nearest jock, nuzzling his crotch for more.

"Best victory party ever," the quarterback says, high-fiving you. "We're booking her again next week."

You smile, stroking Ellie's hair as she laps at a softening cock. "She's all yours whenever you want. Just keep the discounts coming." The night stretches on, the group winding down with lazy uses of her body—fingering her while they talk stats, making her clean their cocks with her tongue, or just watching her finger herself for their amusement. Ellie obeys every whim, her curvy form marked and spent, but always ready for the next command.