I am a seasoned female football fan

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Tonight is Brazil vs. Chile's Round of 16 match. I promised my child I wouldn't go home and would meet up with an online friend at a bar to watch the World Cup. He specifically told me to dress sexily and in a sports-related way.

I'm a die-hard football fan; I divorced my husband years ago because we liked different teams. Tonight, I wore a loose football jersey, shorts, and sneakers, and tied my hair in a ponytail. I proudly headed out.

When I got to the hotel, I saw him waiting for me at the door. He was wearing the same football jersey and loose athletic shorts.

I walked up to him, showing off my sporty look. He frowned, shook his head, and then took my hand to a nearby convenience store. Inside, he bought a pair of scissors and pulled me into the restroom. I watched him nervously as he picked up the scissors and cut off the bottom half of my jersey, exposing my entire lower breast and bra. I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid his scissors would hurt me, so I could only watch helplessly as he cut my clothes.

He noticed the lower half of my white bra was sticking out of my clothes. He reached inside and deftly cut off the straps, then ripped the bra off completely. Now I was left with only a super-short top covering the upper half of my breasts, leaving the lower half of my breasts exposed down to the middle of my hot pants. This exposure made me a little shy, and I covered my breasts with my hands.

He wasn't satisfied after looking at me for a moment, so he continued to move the scissors down, cutting my hot pants even shorter along the inside of my thighs, so short that when I lifted my leg

, I could see my white underwear. I also noticed that his athletic shorts were completely stretched taut by his penis. He then reached out and pulled my underwear from the side of my waist, intending to cut it off. I quickly pushed him away, looking at him with pleading eyes. He glanced at me, smiled smugly, put down the scissors, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and began to lick my lower half with his mouth. Meanwhile, his already erect penis kept trying to force itself into my vagina, leaving only his thin athletic shorts and my underwear in the middle.

After several thrusts, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pulled down his sweatpants, and when I saw his entire penis exposed, I quickly pushed him away with both hands.

He looked at me smugly and said, "Insomnia, you're so sexy, it's made my penis incredibly hard."

I pouted and replied, "You cut my clothes this sexy, didn't you?"

He looked at me with pleading eyes and said, "Please, let me cum, okay? I'm so hard it hurts!"

I shook my head and replied, "No! I still want to go to the bar to watch the World Cup!"

He frowned and said, "How can you go to the bar with my penis this hard?"

I looked at his erect penis and replied, "Let it calm down, okay?"

He frowned and said, "It'll take a long time to calm down! Or can I use my mouth?" Seeing

how uncomfortable he looked, I had no choice but to squat down, gently hold his penis with both hands, and then stick out my tongue to lick the clear liquid flowing from the urethral opening.

After licking for a while, my body grew hotter and hotter. I opened my mouth and took his penis in. After a few strokes, he suddenly grabbed my head and began thrusting his penis rapidly in and out of my mouth. I felt hot, sticky liquid spraying deep into my throat. I was startled and nervously pushed his thighs away, trying to spit out his penis, but he held my head tightly, preventing me from moving back. I frowned as I watched him close his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of ejaculation.

He ejaculated a lot, filling my mouth with his semen. Finally, after he finished, he released his hands. As his penis withdrew from my mouth, I lowered my head to spit out the semen. Suddenly, he lifted my chin with his hand. I frowned and looked at him in confusion.

He said in a commanding tone, "I've saved up for you for so long, you have to swallow it all!"

I shook my head, my mouth full of semen.

He said in the same commanding tone, "I don't care! If it spills on the floor, I'll make you lick it clean!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, I had no choice but to frown and swallow all the semen in my mouth.

After I swallowed the semen and opened my mouth to make sure I had swallowed it all, he helped me up. As he helped me up, he reached down my buttocks and slipped his hand inside my hot pants, directly touching my underwear. Then he pulled my underwear aside with his fingers and inserted his middle finger directly into my vagina.

My vagina was suddenly penetrated by a finger, and I groaned, "Mmm..."

He pulled his finger out and held it in front of me, looking at his middle finger covered in semen, and said smugly, "So sucking a penis and swallowing semen excites you that much?"

I lowered my head shyly, not daring to look.

After he put on his pants, he took my hand and walked out of the restroom. Then, as we were about to leave, I stopped at the counter, holding his hand. I lowered my head and whispered to the clerk, "I want to buy a box of condoms."

The male clerk looked me up and down with a lecherous gaze while handing me the condoms.

After paying the bill with my head down, I immediately grabbed him and rushed out the door. We headed towards the bar.

As we walked, he asked me, "Why did you buy condoms? I never wear them."

I pouted and said, "Your semen is so plentiful and thick, I'll definitely get pregnant if I don't wear one."

He looked at me smugly and said, "How about that? My thick semen is a powerful aphrodisiac, isn't it? Makes this little slut want to be fucked, right?"

After saying that, he put his arm around my waist and walked smugly towards the bar, while I could only lower my head and let him hold me.

Inside the bar, it was all men. Because I was dressed too provocatively, a bunch of guys kept glancing at me and whispering among themselves.

I lowered my head shyly, but he, as if showing off, took my hand and strode towards a private room. Then, like a lord, he ordered a bunch of drinks from the waiter.

There was still some time before the game started, and he had already drunk many glasses of wine. Then, drunkenly, he started to grope me, pretending to put his hand on my buttocks, but actually his fingers were already inserted into my vagina and constantly probing. I could only endure it and pretend that nothing was wrong.

The hotel owner suddenly grabbed a microphone and stood on the bar, saying, "Welcome, everyone! I'm sure you're all here today to watch the Brazil vs. Chile Round of 16 match!" The

audience cheered.

The owner continued, "Just watching the game must be boring. How about we play something more exciting?"

The audience shouted, "Yes!"

The owner then explained, "The rules are: each person bets 1,000 yuan on one team. If that team wins, the winnings are split equally among those who bet correctly!"

The audience shouted, "Yes!" After

that, the owner started collecting money from each table, until he reached our table. By then, we were already quite drunk. He directly asked the owner which team had the most bets. The owner laughed and replied that almost everyone was betting on Brazil. He generously offered to bet on Chile, saying that would be more profitable, and then took out 2,000 yuan to place the bet for us.

While taking my money, the shop owner gave me a lecherous look. Suddenly, he said, "Sir, would you mind playing for higher stakes?" I

replied, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm open to anything!"

The owner, still leering at me, said, "Can I take off a piece of clothing if I score a goal?"

I nervously shook my head, but then replied directly, "Take off a piece of clothing, sure!"

I looked at the owner nervously. Knowing my hesitation, he suddenly whispered, "Scoring a goal in soccer is difficult, maybe two at most. I'll give you an extra 20,000 yuan privately."

I glanced at him, and he looked at me with an expression that said, "It's just a matter of taking off my clothes." Seeing the owner's pleading eyes, I had no choice but to nod.

After I nodded, the boss happily picked up the microphone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen! Let's add some excitement! How about we have the Chilean team take off a shirt for every goal they score?"

The audience looked at the boss, saw me sitting behind him, and excitedly shouted, "Yes!"

After the boss finished speaking, he turned to us and said, "Actually, only the two of you bet on Chile. I'll move you two to the middle seats, and all your drinks today are on me."

Then the waiter led us to sit in the very center, in the brightest spot. Sitting in the middle, I felt like everyone was staring at me, so I had to cover my chest with one hand and clench my thighs tightly, afraid of being exposed.

The game finally started. I stared nervously at the screen, but nonchalantly drank my free drinks.

Not long after the start, Brazil scored. Seeing Brazil score, I thought to myself, "Oh no!"

The boss took the microphone and walked to our table, saying, "Brazil scored a goal! Chilean players, please take off a shirt!"

The audience cheered! They

generously took off their shirts.

Then the boss stared at me and told me to take off my shirt too.

I whispered to the shop owner, "I'm not wearing a bra..."

The owner stared wide-eyed at my chest, then gave a helpless look and said, "Or should I take off my pants?"

I whispered back, "Could I take off my shoes first?"

The owner, embarrassed to press me further, nodded and said, "But only one pair at a time!"

I nodded and immediately took off my shoes.

The owner told me to hold the shoes and stand on the table to show everyone. Then, he picked up the microphone and said, "The Chilean team honored their bet and has already taken off one pair of shoes!!"

I stood on the table with the shoes and spun around. I noticed that everyone's eyes weren't on my shoes, but rather on my lower breasts or my hot pants.

The audience applauded and cheered with satisfaction.

Not long after, Chile scored a goal, and the whole bar erupted in groans. The owner, standing in front of our table, said, "Chile scored! Brazil, please take off your shirts!"

Most of them took off their shirts, even the owner and waiters. Now, every guy in the bar was shirtless. Seeing all the shirtless men around me, I felt increasingly hot, and the bar became increasingly noisy due to the football match and the alcohol.

In the second half, perhaps the owner turned down the air conditioning, the entire bar was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat. Surrounded by shirtless men, I was soaked, and my white shirt gradually became transparent. I felt like someone was secretly watching me. The match went

into overtime, 120 minutes. The guys in the bar had been hoping for another Brazilian goal, but it didn't happen.

When the 120-minute whistle blew, I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the match was over, a draw, and we'd even made 20,000 from the owner.

Then the bar owner picked up the microphone and said, "Next up is the most exciting PK competition! Of course, scoring a goal counts! Take off a piece of clothing for

every goal you score!" The men in the bar cheered! I stared at the owner in surprise.

The owner continued, holding the microphone, "Now everyone can gather in the middle and watch the big screen!"

After he finished speaking, all the boys, shirtless, gathered around our table. I was now surrounded by all the boys, watching nervously, while he was completely passed out to the side.

The PK finally started, and Brazil scored the first goal. The whole place erupted in cheers around our table, except for me, who remained frowning. After the cheers, everyone turned to look at me.

I knew I had to take off another piece of clothing. Surrounded by a group of excited men, taking off my hot pants at this point was too dangerous. I had no choice but to take off my shirt, which was already soaked and semi-transparent. After taking off my shirt, I immediately covered my chest with my hands.

At this moment, the owner suddenly said, holding the microphone, "Please stand on the table and show everyone the clothes you've taken off."

After hearing this, I reluctantly stood on the table with my shirt. As soon as I stood there, a cheer erupted from below. Then, the boss suddenly grabbed my shirt and threw it into the crowd. People frantically scrambled for the soaking wet shirt, while I could only clutch my chest and watch the horde of wild beasts below.

As I stepped off the table and sat down, I felt the men around me getting closer and closer.

Then Chile took the kick, but missed. Surprisingly, the whole place was silent. Strange? Why weren't the men cheering when Chile missed?

While I was still wondering, the whole place suddenly erupted in cheers. Brazil had scored again!!!!

Now the whole bar was in an uproar, with people shouting: "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

I looked at the boss with a troubled expression, but he just shook his head at me.

I had no choice but to cover my chest with one hand and slowly pull down my hot pants with the other. As soon as I took them off, the whole room gasped: "Wow!"

Looking down, I realized my lower body was already soaking wet; my underwear was now semi-transparent. Many people had probably already seen my semi-transparent vulva when I lifted my leg to take them off.

I quickly covered myself with one hand, but the boss was still holding the microphone and demanding I demonstrate. So, I stood on the table, one hand holding the hot pants to cover my lower body, the other covering my chest, to demonstrate. I'd only turned halfway when the boss snatched my hot pants away and tossed them to a group of men who looked like starving wolves. The men practically fought over them.

When I sat back down, the men were already sitting or standing next to me, almost touching me, staring intently at my chest and crotch. I could only lower my head and cover my private parts with both hands.

Chile scores the next goal! No one cheers. Then the owner, microphone in hand, says, "Brazilian players, please take off one piece of clothing!"

All the boys immediately pull down their pants and underwear, revealing a bunch of hard, erect penises. I shyly close my eyes. The owner immediately adds, "Only one piece. Taking off two is a foul!"

The boys reluctantly put their underwear back on, and when I open my eyes, I see every boy's underwear is bulging. I can only shyly lower my head.

Brazil misses the next goal, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but the stadium erupts in groans and even shouts. I think to myself, "Are they taking the game too seriously?"

Then Chile scores the next goal, and all the boys eagerly take off their underwear. Now I'm surrounded by naked boys, all wearing only my underwear, seeing their hard, erect penises. I'm too shy to open my eyes.

Seeing that I had my eyes closed, some people started boldly touching my thighs and back, and some even pressed their hot penises against my body.

Suddenly, the whole place erupted in cheers and shouts. I opened my eyes in fright, and it turned out that Brazil had scored again! A bunch of men around me kept yelling: "Take it off! Take it off!"

Then someone started pulling at my underwear. I was so scared that I gave up covering my chest and grabbed my underwear tightly with both hands. Some people took the opportunity to rub my breasts. I kept shouting: "No! No!"

The boss, seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, picked up the microphone and shouted: "Everyone calm down!!! Everyone calm down!!!"

Only then did everyone slowly calm down.

Then the boss said: "Please take off the last piece of clothing!"

I nervously shook my head at the boss.

The boss said to me: "If you don't take it off, the whole place will get even more out of control."

Seeing all the men in the room staring at me with erect penises, I had no choice but to slowly pull down my last line of defense—my underwear. When I took it off, I realized that I was already soaking wet, and the vaginal fluid glistened under the lights.

The men present kept making "Oh! Oh!" noises.

Then, I stood on the table with my panties soaked in my semen, looking at the men below. I noticed many of them were watching me masturbate, even the boss and employees were masturbating!

Looking at this group of out-of-control beasts, I knew I could never go back.

Suddenly, someone rushed onto the table, grabbed the panties from my hand, threw them aside, and shouted, "I don't want panties! I want you!"

Then he pushed me down, spread my legs, and started forcefully sucking the semen from my vagina. I was so scared that I tried to push him away, but the people next to me immediately grabbed my hands and feet. Then a bunch of people started groping and licking me, some of them vigorously rubbing my breasts. I was being teased by a group of people and kept moaning, "Mmm... mmm..."

Suddenly, someone pushed away the person sucking and licking my semen, holding his own penis and saying, "I can't take it anymore." "I'm going to cum!"

I said nervously. "I need to wear a condom, I have one in my bag! "

The man grabbed my bag, immediately tore off a condom, and put it on his penis. After putting it on, he held his penis and thrust it into my vagina. I cried out, "Ohhhhh!"

Everyone else rushed to grab the remaining condoms from my bag. The first man who penetrated me ejaculated after only a few thrusts. The second man, now wearing a condom, immediately followed, thrusting rapidly. Halfway through my moans, someone shoved a penis into my mouth, and I started moaning "Mmm...mmm..."

The second man ejaculated after only a few thrusts. The second man pulled out, and the third man immediately thrust in. The third man's penis was longer than the first two; the head of his penis hit my cervix as soon as he entered. Every thrust hit my cervix, and this rapid thrusting quickly brought me to orgasm. During my orgasm, my vagina and uterus gripped his penis tightly, and he ejaculated from the intense suction.

His glans pressed against my cervix as he continuously ejaculated hot semen into me. A sudden shock ran through me! "Why do I feel like my uterus is being filled with scalding semen? Could he not be wearing a condom?!"

I nervously tried to shout "No!" but with the entire penis stuffed in my mouth, I could only make "Mmm...Mmm..." sounds.

After the third man pulled out his penis, I could really feel the semen flowing out. Then I heard him say, "Condoms aren't enough, and I can't take it anymore!"

The fourth man said, "You've already ejaculated inside! I don't need a condom either! I'm going to ejaculate inside too!"

After saying that, the fourth man took off his condom and directly inserted it into my vagina. The people around us, seeing this, also removed their condoms.

Because I had just orgasmed and was immediately penetrated by a hard penis, I quickly reached another orgasm, and the penis in my mouth and vagina ejaculated simultaneously.

Then everyone kept ejaculating, some into mouths, some into breasts, some into vaginas, and later even into anus and vagina at the same time.

I kept being thrust into and having orgasms until I finally fell asleep from exhaustion…

When I woke up, I was lying on a strange bed, like in a motel. I wondered if I was drunk and dreaming.

Suddenly I saw a lot of banknotes on the table, and then I started to feel a tingling and numb sensation down there. I reached down and found some liquid flowing out. I smelled it and realized it was semen. How many men had I been with yesterday? How many times had I been ejaculated into my vagina? I still felt very tired after waking up,

so I went back to sleep.

A few days later, he messaged me online: "Insomnia, you're so mean. I watched football with you that day, and you left me alone in a bar all night."

I thought to myself that he probably didn't know, so I replied: "Sorry, something came up."

I hadn't even had my fill of fun that day when you ran off! Whatever! You have to watch the World Cup with me again. The bar owner keeps urging me to invite you to the World Cup again; I heard that since you came, the bar has been packed even more than it was during the World Cup!

I thought to myself, "This owner really knows how to make money..."

[The End]

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