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I could hardly believe my luck when a month before the season started the big clubs started coming for me. In a crazy last-minute deal, I signed to a premier league side, and I found my new teammates were eager to welcome me aboard. They took me into town to celebrate, knowing that once the season began such outings wouldn’t be impossible.

As soon as we arrived at ZorroZone the buzz went around—footballers in town. The babes began to hover and I took my cue from the others, chatting to the nearest hottie who seemed like she was up for a good time.

Her name was Giselle and she looked ten-out-of-ten dirty in a short tight skirt, high heels and stockings. We had a couple of bottles of bubbly then cabbed it back to the new pad I’d rented on the edge of town. As soon as we walked through the door she dropped to her knees, unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock into the warmth of her mouth. She had a beautiful wide pout and knew how to use it. Things heated up pretty damn fast and very soon I was holding her head in place and pumping that doll like my life depended on it. Fucking, we were a couple fucking, no romantic sex just a mutual need.

Afterwards, she swallowed hard, smiled, and disappeared to the bathroom. In about sixty seconds she reappeared in my best dressing gown, looking kind of cute, all swaddled up in towelling. Leading her to bed, I quickly unwrapped her and was a little surprised at her slender frame. She must have been wearing a padded bra at the club. Don’t get me wrong, Giselle was gorgeous in any case. Looked every inch a bikini model, but I do prefer a little more to get hold of. Thats my sexual fantasy, I like plenty of warm, soft flesh up against me—gets me hard just thinking about it.

Next morning I got a different sort of handling—a ninety-minute MOT from a pair of snarky club physios who clearly didn’t trust the five-star review from my pre-contract medical. But they came up smiling after I tested 100% inside and out.