It was summer outside, and there was still a little more than a week left before the start of the new football season among women's teams, but the field was not empty on this warm morning. The girls didn't train, no. For today, a pre-season photo shoot was scheduled for a set of new uniforms, but even when the planned event came to an end, the players were in no hurry to disperse. They told how they spent a couple of days off received after the camp, laughed at the new photographer who was embarrassed all the time from the inexhaustible female attention, discussed the new transfer of the opposing team and twittered on a lot of other topics.
— Smirnova! - suddenly came the voice of the head coach, and when the girl turned around, Travnikov gestured for her to come up.
- Listen, Roman Ivanovich.
- Lud, a potential new investor has arrived there, he wants to talk with one of the players. Come down, huh? He is in my office.
The girl willingly agreed and, running goodbye to hug her teammates and tell Marinka not to wait, she hurried to the administrative floor. There, where at the very end of the corridor there is a small but rather cozy office of the head coach of the team.
Luda managed to look into the ladies' room - to check if her two blond spikelets braided around her head were disheveled in the wind and to assess whether it was good to appear in front of the distinguished guest in a playful uniform. Having liked herself, she winked in the mirror, and within a minute she appeared in front of a man planning to invest in their young club.
- Good afternoon! Luda smiled as she closed the door behind her.
“Hello, hello,” the man turned around, hanging his ash-gray jacket on an armchair. - Let me introduce myself: Frolov Maxim Leonidovich, - he came very close and, squeezing the girl's hand, left a light kiss on the skin. — A local businessman with a great respect for women's football.
— Lyudmila Smirnova. I play in the Comet as a midfielder.
“Very, very nice,” the investor replied without releasing Smirnova's hand. And then he gently grabbed her by the waist, turned her around his own axis and led her straight to the sofa in the corner of the office. - Sit down, honey. Why stand? How long have you been playing Comet?
- From the very beginning of the team. This is the fourth season already,” Luda smiled, looking at Frolov sitting next to him.
He smelled of subtle notes of pleasant cologne and freshly drunk coffee. On dark, almost dark hair, several silvery threads were visible, but this early - he could not have been given more than forty - gray hair did not spoil Maxim Leonidovich at all. On the contrary, it gave status. He was of average height, with a small tummy and almost perfect posture.
Smirnova frankly admired the man in front of her, so she did not immediately notice that his hand lay on her uncovered knee. She rose a little higher, and Luda seemed to wake up.
"Don't," she pleaded, removing his hand from her leg.
- Is this your new uniform? Frolov asked, and Luda nodded, confirming his words, stood up a little, pulled up the edges of her orange shorts and a T-shirt of exactly the same shade with five oblique scarlet stripes over her shoulder, and again sat down on the edge of the sofa. - Very beautiful. The colors are so vibrant. And pleasant to the touch,” Frolov added, putting his hand above Lyudin’s knee.
Luda was silent, because the man immediately removed his hand.
“Let me see how the emblem is made,” Frolov replied. He fleetingly touched the badge embroidered on the fabric with his hand, and in the next moment he was already clasping the girl's chest with his palm. Luda recoiled to the side, and the man immediately got to his feet, moving back to the table where he had left his suit. “Really great shape,” he snapped, as if he really was examining the form, and not frankly pawing the football player.
The girl did not have time to consider what Frolov took out from the inside pocket of his jacket, because the man was standing with his back to her. The belt buckle clanged, and at first Luda thought that it seemed to her, but the potential sponsor turned to face her, in one second coped with the lightning and lowered his trousers.
— What are you?! jumping to her feet, Smirnova was astounded. Maxim Leonidovich, meanwhile, lowered the elastic of his boxers, and Luda hurried to look away. "I'll go," she said, and darted towards the door.
— Honey, where are you? - Frolov asked, catching the girl at the exit, turning her around. He smiled, looking into her eyes, but at the same time tightly squeezed her wrist, causing tangible discomfort. We haven't discussed everything yet. Sit down, - he pushed her in the back, and Luda, against her will, collapsed on the sofa.
“Maxim Leonidovich, the management will tell you about the club,” Smirnova babbled, pressing herself against the back of the sofa. - I'm just a player, I don't know the financial and organizational intricacies.
“I don’t need all these subtleties from you,” Frolov replied.
He managed to throw off his pants and boxers and was already rolling the condom along the sticking member. Luda hid in the corner of the sofa, pulling her knees to her chest and convulsively thought that she could save her. The girls left, Travnikov went to some shooting for club television - she herself saw how they amicably retired to the field, stipulating that everything would take about an hour. She could only hope that someone would enter the office without knocking and stop Frolov.
— Maxim Leonidovich... no need...
“Now I decide what is needed,” Frolov said confidently, and in his voice there was not a drop of that courtesy that was at the beginning of the acquaintance. Not that he spoke rudely, but so coldly and with absolute self-confidence that a chill ran through Luda's skin. You shouldn't have tried to run away.
Frolov came close to the sofa, Luda squeezed closer into its soft side, as if hoping that she could merge with him, and closed her eyes, not knowing what to do. He grabbed her ankles with strong hands and pulled the girl towards him, spreading her as far as possible on the folded sofa.
“I had to put on boots for shooting,” Luda flashed through her head. “I would slash him now with thorns.”
She tried to kick Frolov with her foot, but he did not seem to notice this resistance. He sat down on the girl, pressing her legs against the sofa, grabbed her wrists above her head, and hastily closed Luda's mouth with the palm of his right hand, as soon as she began to scream for help.
“If you yell, I’ll gag your mouth with a dirty rag,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’d rather pay everyone at this base, and then don’t shout, no one will pay attention.” Just think, the bitch under the investor squeals.
Frolov took his hand away from her face, pulled off his tie with one movement and began wrapping a thin strip of fabric around her graceful girlish wrists.
"Maxim Leonidovich..." Luda whimpered softly. - Please...
“Don’t whine, I’ll fuck you,” Frolov grinned in response. - Fuck.
He slightly rose, hovering over Luda, and with one hand firmly grabbed the fabric of her uniform shorts, pulling them centimeter by centimeter. Smirnova rallied her strength and began desperately to break free, the man squeezed her bound wrists, again putting his hands behind her head, and only more confidently pulled her shorts, every now and then rudely throwing Lyudina's legs to the side.
“Let me go,” the football player begged for mercy. - Please. I won't tell anyone.
“Of course you won’t tell,” Frolov grinned in her face. “There is nothing else to tell. Now I'll take off your panties...
Smirnova brought her legs closer together, trying not to let Maxim Leonidovich pull off her panties, the thin fabric of which now only separated her body from his already protruding penis.
- Why are you breaking like a virgin? - releasing Lyudina's hands from his strong ligament and squeezing her bare hips with his palms, Frolov shook the girl. "You've definitely been fucked already." Did you fuck? he asked, but Luda did not react, turning her face away.
Frolov slapped her on the left buttock for silence. - I'm asking: are you being fucked?!
“Yes,” the girl said in a trembling voice.
Frolov got up from the sofa, pulling away Lyudina's shorts and panties, stuck on her ankles. The clothes flew to the floor and, taking advantage of the moment, Smirnova brought her legs as close as possible, tucking them to her chest, and again huddled in the corner of the sofa.
The businessman openly laughed at her attempts to hide from him and escape from the sex he had originally conceived. Frolov strongly pulled Lyuda by the legs, laying the girl on the sofa and bent over her again, climbing onto the sofa.
“Please don’t,” the girl whined desperately, bringing her legs together and trying to cover her completely bare crotch.
The man grabbed Luda by the knees, not allowing her to wriggle out, and confidently pressed in order to open access to the alluring parts of the girl's body. She fought with all her might and, having finally pissed off Frolov, she achieved only that she received a resounding slap on the pope, which severely burned her delicate skin.
- I'll still fuck you. No matter how you resist.
Lyuda tried to push Frolov away, with her bound hands resting either on his shoulders or on his chest, but the investor could not be moved a centimeter. He let go of her hips for a moment, leaned closer, hovering immediately over the entire Human body, and lifted her uniform T-shirt to the top immediately along with a light bra from one set with panties already pulled off her young body.
“Why did you hide such beauty from me?” Maxim Leonidovich replied, squeezing each of his breasts in turn.
He leaned back, examining Lyudina's slender legs with his hands, slipped between her clenched knees, and finally burned her skin on her inner thighs with his palms. Luda tried to bring her legs closer, but Frolov pressed and managed to spread her knees in different directions.
“What a charm,” holding one of his legs, the investor touched the girlish charms that opened to his eyes with his free hand. He stroked her smooth pubis, parted her labia a little, fleetingly slipped his finger over the bead-clitoris. If I had known, I would have come to talk earlier.
He grabbed Smirnova by the legs, placing him more conveniently on the sofa, ignored her next plea to let her go and moved close to her hips.
Luda felt the skin between her legs touched by the protruding member of the sponsor, dressed in a condom, and tried to turn her head away even more, without opening her eyes. The man she liked was disgusting, and she did not want to see either his face, or a light gray hair at the temples, or a crystal-white shirt, the only thing left on him from his clothes.
Frolov spat on his palm and, instead of lubrication, smeared saliva between Lyuda's legs.
- Well, let's see what kind of players play for the Comet.
He pulled Luda closer to him, put the head of the member to her slightly wet pussy and confidently moved his hips, entering the young body of the football player. She cried out softly, realizing that all illusory hopes for salvation had collapsed, and tears gushed from her eyes.
Frolov's penis was not to say that it was long, but the girth of the trunk completely compensated for the length missing by one of his companions in bed. It was not without difficulty that he entered the narrow pussy of a football player, giving her even more discomfort, but at the same time pleasing Maxim Leonidovich, who was raping her.
The potential sponsor of the Comet did not give Luda time to get used to the member penetrating her body, he did not think about the comfort of the football player at all, wanting to get maximum pleasure and demonstrate to the girl all his superiority and power.
— A-ay, — broke from Lyudin's lips, but the member continued to confidently enter her bosom, and soon the sponsor's large testicles touched her labia.
Frolov practically came out of another pussy taken by force, hesitated for a second and in two strong points again entered with Smirnov for the entire length of his penis. She writhed under his body, covered her tear-drenched face with her tie-tied hands, and sobbed desperately, crushing the investor under her. Maxim Leonidovich enjoyed his power over the football player, admired her disheveled hair and smeared make-up, as if listening to her crying music and only hammered harder into her young body.
He constantly hit her crotch, rubbing the walls of her narrow pussy, and now and then painfully squeezed her small breasts, smoothly swaying with every push.
“Enough… tit… please… please,” Smirnova wailed through tears when Maxim Leonidovich increased the pace.
He leaned on her with his whole body and with sharp movements of his hips entered Luda to the stop, did not hesitate for a second and also sharply almost left her, but after a moment he hit the girl's crotch with his heavy balls with new force. Lyuda did not even have time to breathe properly, as this whole chain was repeated again.
- How is that enough? - Lowering the pace, but not stopping to have Luda for a minute, Frolov responded. - You have such a gorgeous cunt. This cunt needs to be fucked and fucked. Fuck and fuck, ”Frolov repeated and accelerated again.
Luda lost track of time and swayed limply on the sofa with every movement of Frolov. With tear-filled eyes, she looked first at the whitewashed ceiling above her, then at the black artificial leather of the sofa, which she always liked so much and on which she was taken by force today and still continues to be raped. For a long time she did not try to escape or throw off the investor who was leaning with her whole body, but only waited for him to finish and all this would end.
Frolov's pace became more and more ragged. He then began to frantically pound into poor Lyudino's body, then slowed down, moving smoothly, smoothly inside the girl. Then he literally fell on Luda, exhaling hot air right into her face, made a couple more sharp thrusts, and Luda felt a strong jet of sperm shoot into the condom inside her.
Frolov froze like this for a while: not getting off the raped football player and not removing the penis from her rubbed pussy.
“Great fuck,” Maxim Leonidovich summed up, throwing a used condom into the bin at the entrance and already pulling on his trousers.
Luda huddled in the corner of the sofa, pulled her knees up to her bare chest and sobbed uncontrollably. It seemed to her that Frolov's member was still inside her, sliding from the entrance into the depths and was about to finish again.
- "Comet" is really a wonderful club, - Frolov continued at that time, not paying any attention to the roaring girl. - It will be necessary to communicate with other players. The sponsor must know what kind of players his money is spent on developing. Really, Ludochka?