The note

The match wasn’t over yet; the crowd was still cheering. I was sitting on the shoulders of one of the male cheerleaders and was carried once all the way round the pitch. My short red skirt had ridden right up, exposing my bikini. The boy’s hands were firmly under my bottom – one of them had kept slipping ‘accidentally’ between my legs throughout the ride, pressing lightly against my crotch.

By now I was so aroused that I could barely think straight. My nipples were rock hard, and between my legs it was throbbing, hot and wet.

When he finally put me down, I felt someone discreetly press a small folded piece of paper into my hand. It was the same boy who’d just carried me on his shoulders – the one whose warm breath I’d felt on my pubic area the whole time through the thin fabric.

I quickly unfolded the note.

“Behind the big curtain next to the team bench there’s a small press room. The door has a sign saying ‘Media Zone’.

I’ll be waiting there.

I just want your mouth. Anonymously through the hole, if you like.

No one will recognise you.

If you don’t come, I’ll end up holding you up there until you come in front of 15,000 people

No pressure… just a little offer.”

My heart was pounding in my throat. I looked around. The lad had already disappeared back into the group and was grinning at me from a distance. It wasn’t a real threat – more of a playful tease. But the thought that next time he might actually hold me up there until I came in front of the whole stadium made me even wetter.

I was totally turned on. The whole show, all the touching, the looks – right now I just wanted a cock in my mouth.

After a few minutes, I sneaked behind the big black curtain. There was indeed an inconspicuous door there with a sign saying ‘Media Zone’. I opened it quietly.

It was a small, windowless press room with a desk, a few chairs and a large hole in the wall at the perfect height – just like in the glory hole videos I’d secretly watched once.

I closed the door behind me. My breathing was rapid.

No sooner had I knelt down than a thick, hard black cock slid through the hole. It was big, thickly veined and already half-erect.

I didn’t hesitate for a second. I took it in both hands, licked slowly from bottom to top over the glans, and then took it deep into my mouth. I sucked hard, swirled my tongue, moved my head rhythmically back and forth. The cock tasted slightly salty and masculine. I grew ever more greedy, taking it deeper until it almost touched the back of my throat.

As I sucked, I slid a hand into my knickers and began to finger myself – two fingers deep inside my wet pussy, my thumb on my clitoris.

I was so horny that I was moaning softly after just a short while. The cock in my mouth grew even harder.

What I didn’t know:

Jan had set up the small press room hours earlier. He’d installed two hidden cameras for OF – one from the side, one from above – and connected his improvised red-filter lens not only to his own camera but also to the stadium’s main camera. The feed was still running on the huge video screen in the stadium.

At that very moment, a live feed from the press room appeared on the screen.

You could clearly see a blonde woman in a cheerleader outfit, sucking a thick black cock deep and greedily. Her cheeks were hollowed out, saliva running down her chin. At the same time, you could see her hand between her legs, with no knickers on, as she fingered herself vigorously. It was almost gone through the optical filter, just like the bra. Only the skirt still covered a little at first.

The remaining spectators in the stadium cheered loudly. At first, many thought it was a technical glitch or a crazy advert.

I heard the cheering outside, but thought the match had simply ended and people were still celebrating. So I tried even harder. I sucked faster, deeper, taking the cock right down my throat. At the same time, I fingered myself faster and harder.

The black cock suddenly twitched violently. With a deep groan from the other side of the wall, he came – hot, thick spurts straight into my mouth. I swallowed it all, kept sucking until nothing more came.

At that very moment, I came too – violently, trembling, my pussy clenching around my fingers. I moaned loudly around the cock.

I knelt there for a moment longer, breathing heavily, cum on my lips, my fingers still in my dripping pussy. I heard a question through the wall: “Can I have your slip as a souvenir? " Assuming the game was over, I obliged.

At that very moment, the screen went black. Shortly afterwards, the stadium’s technical team apologised over the loudspeakers for a ‘technical glitch’.

Then I stood up, wiped my mouth, straightened my cheerleader skirt and left the small room with weak knees.

All I could think was:

“That was exactly what I needed right now… and nobody noticed a thing.”

I had no idea that Jan had specially fitted the room with cameras and that tens of thousands had just seen me on the big screen sucking a black cock and coming myself – and that Jan had already saved everything in top quality for the OnlyFans account.