The football game. A local derby.

Today she wanted more than just hot content—she wanted real, live humiliation. And the local football game was the perfect place for it.

Behind the stands, in the narrow, dimly lit hallway between the locker room and the equipment storage, she found Tim, the mascot. The young man had just taken off the huge wolf’s head and was sweating. Lisa walked straight up to him, her tight white top straining over her full breasts.

“Tim… I’ve got a deal for you,” she purred in a husky voice. “I need your costume. For an hour. And as payment…” She smiled lasciviously, “…you’ll let me play with your cock.”

Tim’s eyes widened. Before he could answer, Lisa slowly pulled her top over her head. Her heavy, round breasts sprang free, the rosy nipples already hard. She turned slightly, letting him enjoy the view, then she unbuttoned her short skirt and let it slide to the floor. Underneath, she wore only a tiny, see-through thong. Her smooth, shaved pussy was clearly visible beneath it.

“Do you like the show?” she whispered, running her hands over her own breasts, kneading them lightly.

His thick, saliva-glistening cock twitched right in front of Lisa’s face. Lisa looked up at him, her blue eyes sparkling. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate. Then she rose slowly, her bare breasts brushing against his stomach. She stepped very close to him, so that her hard nipples touched his chest. As she did, she slowly undressed him.

He grabbed her greedily with his hands. His hands cupped her full breasts, kneading them firmly, squeezing them together. He groaned as he felt her soft, warm skin. His thumbs stroked her stiff nipples, pulling gently on them.

“No. No touching. I don’t trust you.”

She glanced around briefly, spotting a few sturdy zip ties used for the barriers. She looked him in the eyes. “I’ll only continue if I know you won’t press my head onto your cock when I kneel before you.” He didn’t hesitate. With a quick movement, she pulled his arms up and tied his wrists tightly to a metal pipe above his head. He was now completely helpless, his arms outstretched, his body at her mercy. “That’s better,” she murmured contentedly.

She looked him straight in the eyes as she licked his glans from bottom to top with the flat of her tongue. Slowly, with relish. A thick drop of pre-cum oozed out, which she licked up with relish. Then she took him into her mouth—just the tip at first, sucking hard on it, letting her tongue circle around. Tim moaned loudly and instinctively tugged at the cable ties.

She pushed him deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Her full lips slid tightly over the shaft as she sucked rhythmically. Saliva ran in thick strands from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her bare breasts and running between them. She took him halfway in, then even deeper, until the glans touched her throat.

A soft, wet gurgle sounded every time she pulled him out and sucked him deep again.

Her right hand massaged his heavy scrotum, kneading it gently, while her left hand rubbed her own wet slit. Tim gasped and moaned, his hips twitching involuntarily forward, but the restraints held him back. He could only take what she gave him.

Lisa picked up the pace, letting him slide deep into her throat again and again, gagging softly and lustfully, only to pull him back out almost completely and pleasure him with her tongue. His cock glistened with her saliva, throbbing violently.

When she sensed he was about to come, she slowed down abruptly, sucking only very gently on the head or licking slowly along the shaft. “Not yet…,” she whispered hoarsely, looking up at him with an innocent gaze while a long strand of saliva hung from her lower lip. “You won’t come until I say so.” Tim whimpered in frustration, tugging at his restraints again, his thick, wet cock twitching desperately in front of her face.

Lisa just smiled diabolically, kissed the dripping tip of his cock, and waited until his arousal subsided a little.

“You’re going to stay nice and hard for me… until I have the costume.”

She pulled the last piece of fabric completely off him until he stood stark naked before her. His thick, throbbing cock jutted straight up, glistening with her saliva. Lisa rose slowly, turned around, and presented her perfect, round ass to him. With both hands, she pulled her cheeks slightly apart so he could catch a brief glimpse of her tight, rosy asshole.

Then she looked back over her shoulder and asked in an innocent voice:

“Would you like to fuck me in the ass, Tim?”

His cock twitched violently at the question. “Yes… fuck, yes!” he gasped immediately.

Lisa giggled playfully shyly, bit her lower lip, and wiggled her butt seductively. Her plump cheeks bounced invitingly.

“In my virgin ass? Right here under the bleachers, where someone could walk by at any moment?”

Tim just moaned, his cock twitching hard again. “Yes… please… I want you so badly.”

Lisa reached into her small bag, which she had set down beside her, and pulled out a small bottle of lube. She held it up, dangling it in front of his eyes, and continued asking as she slowly circled her hips:

“With or without lube? Or… just wet from my mouth?”

Tim hesitated at the last question. He had never had anal sex before and was clearly overwhelmed. His cock was still throbbing like crazy, though. After a few seconds, he managed to **** out an answer:

“I… I guess with.”

With each of his answers, his cock had twitched tellingly—hard and greedy.

Lisa smiled contentedly, put the lube back in her bag, and turned to face him.

“Good. That’s all I wanted to know.”

Lisa didn’t say another word. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a red ball gag. She briefly spread her legs, ran two fingers deep through her dripping wet slit, and smeared her glistening pussy juice thickly onto the ball. Then she rubbed the wet ball over Tim’s dripping glans, mixing everything into a slippery mess.

She held the gag up to his mouth. Tim opened it obediently—he was already too horny and overwhelmed to object. Lisa pressed the large ball between his teeth, pulled the straps tight behind his head, and fastened the buckle. For the first time, he tasted Lisa’s juices as well.

“And now be quiet,” she commanded imperiously. Tim could only whimper softly. Lisa smiled coldly.

“You know, I don’t like guys who want to fuck little girls in the ass under the bleachers.” “And I’ve heard you’ve already had a few cheerleaders down here.” She bent down, pulled out a black, flesh-colored dildo—medium-sized, thick, almost exactly the same size and shape as Tim’s own cock. Tim stared at it with wide eyes, totally confused.

“And so you’ll learn…” she whispered. She spread plenty of lube on the dildo, slowly stroking it up and down. “Lucky for you you didn’t want to do it dry.”

Lisa bent down low again, as if she wanted to suck his cock. Her full lips wrapped around his swollen glans, sucking him deep and warm into her mouth. At the same moment, she reached behind her, placed the slick tip of the vibrator against Tim’s virgin, tight asshole, and pushed it in slowly but relentlessly.

“Mmmhhh!” Tim cried out muffled through the gag, his whole body tensing. The thick dildo stretched him open, inch by inch, while Lisa simultaneously took his cock deep into her throat. She fucked him in the same rhythm—every time she pushed her head forward and swallowed his cock, she pushed the vibrator deeper into his ass. When it was all the way in, she turned on the vibration.

The deep, powerful hum made Tim flinch. Lisa was now sucking faster, fucking him with the dildo in short, hard thrusts while massaging his prostate. Saliva streamed down her chin, her tits bouncing with every movement.

Just before he came, she pulled her mouth away and jerked him off with just her hand—fast, firm, perfect. The vibrator remained deep inside him but was no longer on.

Tim screamed into the gag, his body tensing up. Just as his cock began to twitch and the cum shot up, Lisa abruptly stopped jerking him off. She just squeezed lightly with her fingers, letting his orgasm fizzle out halfway. She ruined his orgasm.

Thick, white spurts of cum oozed limply from his glans and dripped onto the floor—a ruined, frustrating, unsatisfying cumshot. Tim whimpered muffledly into the gag, his body twitching uncontrollably, tears of pleasure and humiliation streaming down his cheeks.

Lisa relished every moment of it. She filmed everything with her cell phone—his contorted face, the vibrating dildo in his ass, the dripping cum, his sheer shame and frustration.

Finally, she took a black marker and wrote in large, clear letters across his stomach: “Virgin Ass-Fucker” and turned the vibrator back on at high speed.

Then she stood up, pulled the wolf costume over her naked body, put on the large mascot head, and looked down at the bound, gagged Tim, smeared with cum and lube.

“Time for my entrance. You stay here. Naked. Hard. And wait obediently until I come back… if I come back.” His cock was still rock hard, twitching helplessly as thick strands of his cum continued to drip down. Lisa unlocked his phone using his own face (Face ID), opened the live stream of the game, and positioned it so he could see everything. Then she left the hallway—the opposing team’s mascot—ready for the halftime show. Tim stared at her in disbelief, his cock twitching desperately in the air, a thick drop of pre-cum running down the underside.