My slutty girlfriend is the opposing team's manager (Part 1)

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My slutty girlfriend is the opposing team's manager .
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The other team's players watched helplessly as the enemy tore through their defense and scored a touchdown. "Andy, you're amazing!" As with the previous few points, a delicate beauty rushed over and gave the scorer a big hug. The opposing player also hugged the beauty tightly, his hands generously kneading her ample buttocks. "20:3." I looked at the scoreboard in the stands, suppressing my jealousy, and said angrily, "Coach, why did they put such a big, strong but slow guy as running back? American football isn't like that." "There's nothing we
can do..." Our coach spread his hands helplessly, "The other team are exchange students who have actually received American football training in the US. Their physique and skills are far superior to our students from Thailand. Even if they don't play by the rules, in terms of basic physical fitness, we are still far behind." "Exchange students
!?" I said in surprise, "Could it be..."
"Yes, the opposing team has exchange students from the US in the most important positions—the defensive linebacker, the offensive running back, and the offensive quarterback." The coach explained dejectedly, "Those are all muscular black guys over 180cm and 100kg. Sigh... it's normal that we can't beat them."
"Coach, let me be the special team receiver this time during the break." The image of a pair of dark, large hands caressing a firm, round buttock lingered in my mind, leading me to make a decision that might result in future humiliation: "I'm going to show those black guys what I'm capable of."
"Don't get so worked up!" the coach comforted me. "Your girlfriend... oh, I mean the opposing team's female manager, she's probably just trying to boost her players' morale, that's why she's being so... enthusiastic. Don't overthink it, just focus on your role." "Girlfriend!?
" Dozens of pairs of eyes from my teammates looked at me simultaneously, exclaiming in unison, "Your girlfriend is the opposing team's manager!?"
Yes
, I met my girlfriend a year before I went to university. At that time, I was studying hard to prepare for the university entrance exam. One day, I was tired from studying and went to a sports restaurant near the school to relax and watch my favorite American football game. That's when I met a girl who also loved American football—my girlfriend, Na'er. Because we shared a common interest, our relationship blossomed exceptionally quickly. But things didn't go as planned, and nothing is perfect. Although we both got into university, they were in different parts of the same country, so we could only maintain a long-distance relationship. Since we both love American football, I joined my school's team, and she became the team manager for her school. The most memorable thing for me was on the day I saw her off at the train station to her university. I seized the opportunity to ask her a question I'd always wanted to know: "Why would a pure and lovely girl like you like American football, a sport full of sweat, violence, and collisions?" I asked in confusion, "I can at least play with my friends occasionally, but girls can't really go down to the field and participate in person!"
"I participate in other ways!" My girlfriend's fair and smooth face suddenly flushed.
"Other ways!?" I asked, puzzled. "I'm with you because you're the best among your friends, but we don't have time to take it to the next level..."
"No time!? Next level!?" I was completely confused. "What are you talking about? What does this have to do with why you like American football?"
"Oh, don't ask so many questions!" My girlfriend said shyly. "Anyway, if you win the college American football championship after you go to college, I'll let you know."
With a heart full of questions, I started my college life. During this time, I was constantly on the phone with my girlfriend, asking her what she wanted to say at the train station that day, but she always hesitated. Later, I started my busy school team practice and gradually forgot to ask about it. Time flew by, and finally the day of the college American football finals arrived. Our school had gone through many hardships to get to this point. Since there weren't many people playing American football in Thailand, I easily made it into the starting lineup and took on the responsibility of captain as a freshman. Our opponent in the finals, as if by fate, was my girlfriend's university's American football team. Strangely, they were a team that had only emerged this year, and they hadn't lost a single half of their match. Apparently, their playing style had changed drastically this year, becoming much more aggressive, almost as if they didn't care about their lives. Because their preliminary round results were better than ours, they had the home advantage, meaning the finals would be held at the American football field on my girlfriend's university campus. When I heard this news, I wasn't worried but rather happy, because I could finally show my skills to my girlfriend without any concern about playing away; on the other hand, I could finally see my girlfriend, whom I hadn't seen for almost a year. I wondered if she had become more plump?
I heard from other teams that they lost to them that the team manager gave them a special reward for winning the league championship, which is why they played so hard!
The day before the match, I arranged to meet my girlfriend at their school gate, but I arrived an hour early, partly to surprise her and partly to gather intelligence. After finally navigating the vast university campus to reach the sports field, I immediately recognized my girlfriend. She was the only girl on the entire huge field, but she looked completely different; I almost couldn't recognize her as the innocent high school girl I knew.
She sported newly dyed dark red shoulder-length hair, and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She was excitedly cheering. What was truly breathtaking was her pink tank top with an incredibly low neckline, revealing a deep cleavage that would drive any man crazy. Her full, white breasts bounced up and down with her movements, as if trying to break free from the tank top. She wore red hot pants, revealing her long, slender, white legs, and strappy Roman sandals that reached just above her calves. I stared at my girlfriend's hot outfit, a sense of accomplishment welling up inside me. This gorgeous girl is my girlfriend! When I show up, all those guys who only bury themselves in practice will be green with envy; they probably don't even have girlfriends!
It had been so long since I'd seen my girlfriend. She'd be incredibly enthusiastic when she saw me. If I won the game, she'd admire her boyfriend even more, and maybe tomorrow night I could finally have my wish fulfilled and kiss her. Thinking about this, my penis naturally hardened like an iron rod. But then I suddenly noticed that the opposing team's jerseys were bright red with white stripes—the color scheme was exactly red, perfectly matching my girlfriend's fiery red outfit. A wave of jealousy washed over me, and my sense of accomplishment turned into utter humiliation. I knew my girlfriend wasn't dressed like that just to see me. To test her, I deliberately went back to the school gate and called to let her know I was there. My girlfriend arrived almost half an hour late, wearing a loose, plain-colored tracksuit that tightly covered her breasts and long, beautiful legs, and ordinary sneakers. Seeing this, I felt even angrier. My girlfriend openly lets others see almost every inch of her snow-white skin, but she won't let her real boyfriend even glance at it. Ironically, those stinky men who can legitimately admire my girlfriend's bouncing breasts are actually my enemies in the final battle. Suddenly, I feel like I'm wearing a huge green hat, and not just one. "Long time no see, did you miss me?" I temporarily put everything aside, asked with a smile, and pretended to go forward to hug her. Even through my girlfriend's thick sportswear, I could clearly feel her full, round breasts rubbing against my chest. It was only a brief touch, but it made my erection even harder. "No! This is the school gate!" My girlfriend pushed me away, her expression flat, devoid of any joy at our reunion. "Isn't there a match tomorrow? Go back and rest." "
Na'er, we haven't seen each other for so long, and I've made it to the football championship, and I'm even the captain of this runaway champion team! Can you give me a reward?" Perhaps it was the image of my girlfriend dressed scantily and cheering for the enemy that spurred me on, but I blurted out, "And we've been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost a year, and we haven't even... done it yet." "
Ugh, why are you talking about this kind of thing here!" my girlfriend said disgustedly. "Are you horny? You pervert!"
Yes, as her boyfriend, I hadn't touched a single part of my girlfriend's body. During exam preparation, we only held hands at most. Her soft, delicate lips, her 34D breasts, her model-like long legs, and her slender waist—all were objects of male fantasy. But as her boyfriend, I didn't even have the chance to touch her body. I even masturbated at night using photos of my girlfriend. I was such a pathetic boyfriend; no one would believe me if I told them, so no one knew. "By the way, I want to tell you that tomorrow I'm going to be a cheerleader for our team, and I'll be wearing a slightly... slightly revealing outfit." My girlfriend blushed and said, "If there's anything more intimate... oh, I mean, some enthusiastic celebration, I hope you won't mind."
Hearing this, I was both angry and happy. I was angry that my girlfriend might be hugged and put her arm around someone else in front of her boyfriend; I was happy that at least she still cared about me and was willing to tell me about it beforehand and ask for my consent.
"And what about me?" I pressed on, asking, "They can celebrate enthusiastically if they win, but what about me, their boyfriend? I have to beat them, right?"
"Okay, okay, if you win tomorrow, it'll be different. Maybe I can let you..." My girlfriend looked at my bulging crotch, a sly look on her face, and said, "You've been holding back for long enough, my 'boyfriend.'"
"Really...really?!" I exclaimed excitedly. "Hehe, if you win, come to the showers in our school's gym after the competition!" My girlfriend smiled seductively. "Don't go to the wrong one, it's the girls' showers. Don't worry about being discovered, I'll 'clear the area.'"
"That's awesome!" I was overjoyed. The suspicion of being cheated on had long since vanished. In my excitement, I accidentally blurted out, "Finally, I don't have to use photos to...ah..."
"Haha, you idiot, what pathetic thing would you do with my photo? But..." My girlfriend suddenly remembered something and said with a sly look, "Even if you don't win the championship, come over here. But you'll be in the men's shower room, there'll be something good waiting for you! Hehe." "
Okay, I'll definitely come." At this point, I was already thinking with my lower body and didn't even catch the hidden meaning in my girlfriend's words, because I had already accepted that winning the championship was a piece of cake, and of course, I could also get my girlfriend's body. But in fact, it was the exact opposite... ********** ... A tall white man walked up to me. His large frame made me feel intimidated. When I looked straight ahead, I could only see his chest, so I had to look up to see his face. He looked at me with a sneer and disdain. "What do you want?" I asked impatiently. "Your girlfriend's body is so soft." Jose made a kneading motion in mid-air. "I'm usually not interested in Asian bitches, but your girlfriend hugged me, so I had to reluctantly rub her slutty ass." " What did you say!" I roared angrily. "My girlfriend was just... just celebrating, and you say that about her? I won't allow you to go near her again!" "Hahaha, I didn't want to go near her either. I've said I'm not interested in Asians, but she hugged me herself." Jose shrugged and replied, "Yellow skin looks like getsick. I think your girlfriend and you are both like that." "Nonsense! My girlfriend's skin is white and tender!" In my extreme anger, I couldn't think calmly anymore. "I bet you I won't let you get any more points. You'll never have the chance to touch even an inch of her snow-white skin again!" "Hehe, okay, let's make a bet!" The white man, with a look of satisfaction that you'd fallen into his trap, said happily, "If I get the points, I'll not only get close to your slutty Asian girlfriend, but I'll also touch her body all over, and rub her cheap breasts right there on the court. You'd better watch this closely and don't run away. Hahaha..." The white man returned to the opposing team with an arrogant laugh, and immediately ran to the sidelines and said something to my girlfriend. Upon hearing this, my girlfriend immediately gave a shy smile, like a couple flirting. Her soft hands kept patting the muscular white man's chest, and I vaguely heard her say, "So many people... and you... are making me shy..." "Hmph!" I turned to my teammates and shouted, "Quick, let's get into attack formation, I'm going to teach them a lesson!" "Isn't that a bit much?" the coach said worriedly, "Using your girlfriend as a wager... this..." "I'll definitely win!" I cheered myself on, but my mind was filled with the image of my girlfriend smiling at the white man... The game continued, and the opposing team that had just scored had to kick the ball as far as possible to the receiving team. As the receiver, I had to run back as much as possible after receiving the ball. The more I ran back, the more advantageous it would be for the next attack, and the easier it would be to get close to the opponent's touchdown zone. But when the ball landed in my hands, I hadn't even run twenty yards before the opposing linebacker closed in. It was none other than the tall white guy, Jose, who had just verbally humiliated my girlfriend! I looked around. Our defenders had already been knocked down, and several burly black men were rushing towards us. "Damn, this position is too dangerous, I'm done for..." Just as I thought this, a huge force slammed into me from the side. My body couldn't withstand such a strong impact, and I flew straight forward. My hand, shaken by the force, could no longer hold the ball. The ball that would decide my and my girlfriend's fate was stolen by the white guy, Joe, who easily ran towards our touchdown zone and scored a touchdown. Joe walked towards me amidst the roaring cheers of the entire stadium. I gritted my teeth and glared at him, but intense pain spread throughout my body, leaving me lying helplessly on the ground, unable to move.

"As expected of a weak Asian." Joe walked up to me and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. "Get up, you're in for a good show." My girlfriend, smiling, ran to Joe and pounced on him, embracing my enemy tightly. "Hehe, I told you to watch." Joe said, but then shoved my girlfriend away, turning her to face me. My girlfriend was panting from running, her large, firm breasts heaving up and down... But this beautiful sight lasted only three seconds before reality brutally interrupted it.
Instantly, two large hands emerged from under my girlfriend's armpits, grabbing her breasts and kneading them into various shapes without any restraint. I couldn't stand up even with all my strength, and could only sit on the ground, angrily watching his actions, but there was nothing I could do. "You think that's all? That's too easy for you." Joe mocked, "I'll show you how much the loser has to pay." As soon as he finished speaking, Joe immediately pushed up my girlfriend's top, revealing her slender and soft waist. Just as it was about to reach her chest, Joe unceremoniously reached his hand up into my girlfriend's outer garment, wriggling around her breasts, while I couldn't see anything through the clothes. "You put it down right now..." I shouted angrily, but was interrupted by a pink object that fell out of my girlfriend's top: "This...this is a bra! Could it be..."
"Hahaha, I'm directly rubbing your girlfriend's breasts!" Joe closed his eyes, enjoying the ultimate touch without any barriers: "They're so big and warm! Too bad you'll never get to experience that."
"You...you guys..." My girlfriend was being caressed by a foreign white man, and in public no less! The immense humiliation left me speechless. "Hahaha! Let me tell you another secret," Jose leaned closer to me, as if sharing something very private: "I'll rub your girlfriend's nipples hard for you, without any hesitation!"
"Stop it!" I couldn't take it anymore. I used all my strength to get up from the ground, ready to punch the white man in the face, when I saw an unbelievable scene, and my whole body froze.
Although his girlfriend was being thoroughly violated, she made no move to resist. Instead, she shyly turned her head to the side, her eyes gently closed. Coupled with her slightly furrowed brows and slightly parted mouth, she was actually enjoying the pleasure of having her nipples kneaded. "Mmm... gently... right there..." his girlfriend moaned seductively, her hands tightly gripping the white man's thick, hairy arms, her snow-white thighs rubbing against each other incessantly: "Mmm... Jose, your fingers... I... feel so much..."
"Hahaha! Your girlfriend's already horny!" Joe laughed at me with a mocking smile, as if looking at his slave. "Seeing how pathetic you look, I'll be kind enough to let you admire your girlfriend's nipples, but you can only see them through a layer of clothing. Losers don't deserve to enjoy this." As
he spoke, Joe pulled his hand out and pressed my girlfriend's outer garment tightly against her body. Instantly, a perfect curve appeared on my girlfriend's chest. On two round and full breasts, a pointed nipple stood proudly erect. And through my girlfriend's sweat-soaked, transparent top, I could even see that the nipple I had been dreaming of was a beautiful pink. Seeing this, I involuntarily got an erection. "Hahaha...look!" Jose said to his teammates who were gradually gathering around, "This loser actually got an erection just watching his girlfriend being humiliated!"
"Don't waste time, Jose," a black player from the opposing team stopped him. "After we win, you can do whatever you want with her, right?"
The black player picked up his girlfriend's bra that had been thrown on the ground, shoved it into her hand, and straightened her top, of course, while also groping her a few times. His smooth and natural movements were like those of someone treating a female slave. "Okay, Peter, I'll do as you say. We'll talk about it after the game!" Jose's large hand finally left his girlfriend's body. "It's just that humiliating this loser is particularly fun."
"Don't forget what you promised us." The black man named Peter said to my girlfriend in a calm yet chilling tone, "Looks like the championship is in the bag today. It's time for you to keep your promise."
My girlfriend walked back while talking with the tall black and white men, leaving me alone, slumped on the ground, not even glancing at them. So all I could hear was my girlfriend's fragmented answers: "Black...first...first time...virginity...champion...everyone...gang rape..."
I stared at them dumbfounded, my penis already as hard as an iron rod. [Last edited by Forgot Time]
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