© 2022, All rights reserved -- mimaster
Gerard learns the unfortunate truth about Brandi.
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Early Saturday Morning, May 24th -- DAY 9
It was a little after six in the morning when Christina and Brandi got on the elevator to head back to their floor. They were both numb, their bodies sore and aching. They'd moved like zombies through the quiet hallway of The Palazzo toward their destination.
Once the doors closed, Christina slumped against the wall. "Was that really four guys, or was it fourteen."
Brandi tried to laugh, but she was too exhausted. "Fucking Viagra! That shit should be illegal for guys in their 20s."
"They definitely didn't care about that four-hour rule they warn you about in the commercials."
"No shit. Two of them were still hard as steel when we got up to leave."
"I think they popped two each. I get that they're studs, but that was crazy."
Christina thought they were only going to be there for two to three hours. That's what Brandi had told her, based on the rates listed on their itinerary. She didn't know herself because she didn't have access to her phone, and that's the one her account for the escort website went through. It was IP address driven for security purposes. If you switched to a new phone, you had to contact them first.
But Brandi had misread her own list of details and requests. The four men that had asked for a
nude modeling
appointment had paid for more than the consecutive half-hour per person fee. They'd actually extended the time by four hours, going from midnight to just minutes before. True to their comments, they were literally being fucked right up til the end of the party.
It had started as a girl on girl lesbian show, Christina and Brandi getting to have some sexy fun between the two of them. It was much like what they'd done on stage with Ashley and Kalinda, or as they knew them, Brie and Okoye. They were performing for horny black men, turning them on so that they could be ravaged by them once the show was over.
It seemed odd to each of them that they'd been allowed to play with each other for an entire hour. It was going to make the fucking session afterward short, and likely intense. They'd noticed them taking the familiar blue diamond shaped pills when they were doing a striptease, knowing right away what they were. That made the length of time they were making each other cum all the more surprising. By the time the men were ready to fuck, their cocks looked like they were on steroids. The veins were much more pronounced than what they usually would have likely been. And when they went to touch their bodies, their skin was hot... the increase in blood pressure causing a few side effects.
The men were all big, in the 6'3" to 6'6" range, and between 260 and 310 pounds. The smallest cock of the group was ten inches, all of them as thick as their wrists. They were also all built like professional football players. That was probably because they were all professional football players.
The Raiders had made their official move to Las Vegas in late March. Sort of. The team was officially in the midst of their off season, but there really isn't one in the NFL. The league had held it's annual draft in April, and May saw the arrival of the first of two organized team activities. They'd just concluded that first OTA, with it running from Wednesday through Friday. There would be another one coming up the following week, from the 28th through the 30th. But they were being held in northern California, as the building of their new stadium was running behind schedule.
With the team eventually going to be located in the new city, a few of the players took a road trip, if chartering a private jet counted in that category. They were looking for something to do in between OTA sessions, and decided to visit a place where there were plenty of things to do, including hiring escorts and fucking the near life out of them.
Brandi had recognized one of them as soon as they walked into the suite. While she tried to bury her past, not wanting to think about the life she had as Jamie Lee Brandel, the fact remained that she was born in Athens, Georgia and raised just outside it. The University of Georgia was there in town, and it's football team was glorified. She'd often dreamed of finding herself in their locker room and having rough, uninhibited sex with several players. While that fantasy never came true, she kept close tabs on the Bulldogs every season, and the players that made it into the Pros. She found herself unexpectedly in the presence of a man that had graduated from the program.
She'd been lucky enough to fuck an NFL player before. She'd been working with several of them in Gerard's gyms in the offseason, the Chargers and Rams having also moved, to LA. She'd had sex with one of the Rams several times, and she'd been working on a Charger player. But before she could make that happen, she was going to be with what she knew to be four members of the Raiders.
The encounter wasn't a gangbang. Instead, it turned into a long, constant fuck. In essence, they both pulled a train. They'd each fuck one of the men, while two others waited their turn. Once they'd cum, it was next man up, and the one that just finished would rest and hydrate. When it was their turn again, they'd fuck the other slut in the room. With them being young, world class athletes in top physical condition, and each of them popping two Viagra pills at the start, they were more machine than men. Their stamina was incredible, while the ability to recharge and reload their huge balls was beyond belief.
There were just the four of them, but they each fucked Christina and Brandi twice. And to completion; with huge, voluminous cumshots that filled their cunts. It was like they were bulls, born to breed, and they'd been turned loose on a herd of two. The first time through the order, they only fucked their pussies, consumed by the fact that they were allowed to fuck them bareback. But it came as no surprise that starting the second round, it became an anal ream-fest. Black men loved anal, and they took it like they owned it. The kind of did, having paid handsomely for the night with the two slutty babes.
They let the girls have a thirty minute break in between the two rounds, giving them a chance to hydrate and actually have a light bite to eat. It gave them a chance to visit, but Brandi shied away from acknowledging she knew who they were. Well, she only knew of one of them, but she knew their profession. Unlike her working with players in the offseason in a physical fitness setting where she knew what they did going in, it seemed one of the biggest tenants of being a successful escort was to show discretion when it came to interacting with someone that would qualify as a celebrity of some sort.
Once things started up again, the guys honed in on their asses like there was some kind of laser sight involved. And much to their astonishment, Christina implored them to cum in her pussy when they were ready to go off. It went against everything the league taught new and veteran players when it came to sexual encounters with strangers. Use protection and protect your money. But they'd already all nutted in them once, and they look in her emerald eyes spoke of a professional whore that was trying to enjoy the experience as much as they were. It seemed legit when they'd pull out and ram into her cunt, fucking her until they came, because she came with them every time... she'd been playing with her clit, trying to time her orgasm with there's. They knew they weren't fake, feeling her cream on their cocks. That she was so good at that precise timing over and over convinced them she was an experienced escort.
Brandi, on the other hand, wanted them to cum in her ass. That added to the security they felt in the women. They were into it as much as the men, and it showed in their enthusiasm and effort. They were giving almost as much as they were getting, raising their game to match the athletic prowess of the specimens that were using them.
It was somewhere around four in the morning that Christina was taken for a walk. She was at the foot of the bed, her knees on the edge of the mattress. Her ass was high in the air, her chest pressed into the comforter, her head facing Brandi on the other bed. That had the closely shaved right side of her head, with the green butterfly buzzed into the blonde locks facing up. The guy plowing into her ass kept looking back and forth between that butterfly and the one on her back.
He'd heard Brandi say during the intermission that her partner in sluttiness was a true Queen of spades, and had illuminated markings in her tattoo to prove it. She even had a second one that was invisible in most lighting. Driven by that thought, he wanted to see the proof for himself.
He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her upright. He pulled her all the way up until her back was against his massive chest. Then he reached under her thighs and lifted her, still skewered in the ass by his cartoonishly huge black cock.
"Where you going, man?" one of his teammates laughed as he carried her toward the door.
"Gotta see it for myself."
"See what?"
"Her Queen of spades tats."
"Bro, you can't tell she's a Queen from the way she's been fucking us the last three hours?"
"Can't help it. I wanna see."
She was carried out of the room and fuck-walked down the hallway. She was giggling as he spread her thighs wide while humping into her ass. The next thing she knew, they were getting into an elevator and she was pressing the button for the main floor. He put her down, and she bent over and held the railing so he could fuck her harder. When the bell dinged, he picked her up again, carrying her out into the lobby. He made his way to the edge of the casino, the place still humming. It wasn't crowded, but there were people there gambling... mostly slots. He took her just inside, the blacklights that illuminated part of the premises to create a soft mood making her tattoos come alive.
