Jack Foyer’s Knightsbridge FC teammates mobbed him after the away goal, drowning him in sweat and shouts. His eyes stayed pinned to her—the black woman carving through the crowd like she owned the stadium. Her red dress hugged her hips, thighs, and tits. He adjusted his shorts.

His captain snorted. “Gonna let that fan up there in the stands ride your dick instead of the bus tonight?”

“Fuck off,” Jack snapped, shoving past the team.

A video vixen known around town with media credentials, Simone Williams, was waiting at the tunnel entrance, arms crossed. “Hero of the hour,” she said. Her gaze instantly dropped to Jack’s bulge. “Let’s see if your tongue works harder than your feet.”

He stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. “You askin’ or begging?”

She grabbed his dick but in an area where no one could see, squeezing until his knees buckled. “Think I need to beg for this?”

“Christ—”

“Media lounge #4 after your shower. Before I fuck you raw right here.”

The media room was cluttered with notes. Simone slammed the door, shoving him against it. “Take those fucking shorts off. Now.”

He stripped, his dick slapping his stomach, already leaking. She hiked her dress, revealing her bare pussy, wet and swollen. “Lick. And don’t dare come up for air.”

Jack growled, burying his face between her thighs. Her taste—salt and musk—flooded his mouth. She gripped his hair, grinding her pussy against his tongue.

“Yes—suck my pussy. Suck it like your season depends on it.”

He sucked, fingers plunging in. Simone’s thighs trembled. “Fuck! Fucking there—” She spasmed, gushing across his chin.

“Good. Now your turn.” She dropped to her knees, taking his dick down her throat until her nose hit his pelvis. Gagging, spit dripping.

“Fuck, your mouth⁠—”

She pulled out, grinning. “Bet your girlfriend doesn’t do that.”

“Don’t have one.”

“Now you don’t.” She stood, wiping her lips. “Bend me over that table facing the field. I like the view.”

Jack shoved her face down, her ass high. Her pussy begged as he spat on his dick and slammed into Simone.

“Harder!” she screamed, clawing the desk. “Beat this pussy up, you striker⁠—”

Jack fucked Simone like he’d die if he stopped. His movements were as sharp as his free kicks. Simone seemed to be taking the strokes and felt Jack was close to letting it out.

“Now cum inside me. Don’t worry, I’m covered,” Simone panted, looking back. "I want to feel you dripping out of me all night."

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t. Now cum for me, baby boy.”

"Fuck, this pussy is so goddamn good—oh, oh, fuckkkkkk!”

Simone sat on the media board, her back facing the field from above. “Now clean up, stud," she ordered. "Lick this pussy dry.”

Jack’s tongue went ballistic. After Simone felt satisfied, she asked for his sweaty jersey to wipe her pussy off with.

“You really wanted to do this? Like right here?” Jack asked.

“A lady should not be told no. Therefore, I’ll see you at the after-party," she smirked. "Bring that big cock with you.”

Simone fixed herself and left while Jack was left panting. This woman was going to be his fucking downfall, and he didn't give a damn.

Simone stepped into the elevator, Jack trailing her like a dog. The doors slid shut, sealing them in mirrored silence. She leaned against the brass railing, her gold dress slit high enough to show off her full ass. “Hands on the wall. Dick out.”

Jack obeyed, jeans pooling at his ankles. His dick jutted stiff, veins bulging.

“Jerking off in the boy’s locker room thinking about me?” Simone asked, kneeling. Her nails scraped his balls as she pulled out his dick.

“Yes—fuck⁠—”

She spat on it, stroking him rough and fast. “Bet your teammates dream of this. Big star athlete, reduced to this.”

His hips thrust into her fist. “Simone, I’m gonna⁠—”

“Not yet.” She released him, wiping her hand on his thigh. “Cum when I say. Not a second sooner.”

The elevator lurched. Jack’s dick dripped as Simone stood, smirking. “Floor 20. Storage. Move.”

Boxes of napkins and liquor towered around them. Simone shoved Jack against a shelf, her dress ripped open. No bra. Tits heavy, nipples stiff. “Suck my babies. They are leaking.”

Jack latched on, biting. She slapped the back of his head. “Harder.”

He sucked until Simone hissed, seeing her milk escaping Jack’s mouth.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I lost the baby three weeks ago. Stop asking questions.”

“I’m—”

“Put that thing in me, now.”

Jack fumbled with his belt. She snatched it, looping it around his throat. “Slow,” she whispered, jerking the leather. “Put that dick in me so I feel it from here to Mars.”

“Shit—tight⁠—”

Simone tightened the belt, cutting his air. “Deeper. Or I’ll find another player on the team who can.”

He hammered into her, the shelf rattling. Simone’s tits bounced, smacking his chest.

“Faster!” she demanded, releasing the belt. He gasped, oxygen flooding back. “Cum in me. Prove you’re worth more than a fucking penalty kick.”

He exploded, pumping cum into her pussy. She milked him, thighs trembling.

“Pathetic,” she sneered, shoving him off. Cum dribbled down her thigh. “Wipe it up. Use your tongue.”

Cold night air bit their skin. Simone leaned over the railing, the city lights blurring below. “Bend me over. Don’t stop until security comes.”

Jack shoved her dress up, his dick sliding into her pussy soaked with his own cum.

“Fuck—still loose from earlier,” she taunted, looking back. “Gonna make me feel something this time?”

He gripped her hips, slamming into her. Her tits swayed over the ledge.

“Yes—right there!” Her pussy clenched, sucking him deeper.

Footsteps echoed behind the glass doors. “Someone’s coming,” Jack panted.

Simone laughed. “Then cum quick.”

“Fuck!” Jack came inside Simone while the crowd roared below for the team’s encore.