Her pussy and ass hurt a bit from abuse, she felt dirty from being defiled and cast aside by so many men, but her face beamed with sexual satisfaction. After several minutes she looked around the room. It was empty; her pussy was safe for now. There were no more naked men waiting to have their way with her, no more cocks for her to indulge and satisfy -- no more cocks japanese to satiate her. With a sigh she crawled to the washstand and began to clean herself up. She fingered herself as she cleaned her pussy and thought about all the cocks she'd fucked. Her climax earlier had left her spent and she didn't cum. Instead, she looked forward to the next time she'd have them inside her. She curled up near the pillows with thoughts of raging hard cocks inside her lulling her to sleep. I had a totally different story outlined and ready for this year’s Super Bowl, but the game ended up being a very low scoring, almost boring game. My story idea wasn’t going to work, but I was intent on keeping with a Losing story every other year, so I started over and made the game itself a rather minor part of the story. Actually, that is almost the way it has become for the game. The hoopla and commercials and everything else surrounding the game has become larger than the game itself. WARNING! This warning basement is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. asian This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. This didn’t start with the Super Bowl. Charlotte and I have been in each other’s faces since we were hired together six years ago. It’s just that this football season seems to have brought things to a head. We are both section heads for Pearson Consulting, and our names are almost the same– she is Charlotte and I am Charlene– but other than that we don’t seem to have anything in common. I’m from the west coast, LA born and bred– well actually a northern suburb, but once you get out of California, all anyone knows is LA. She’s a New England snob from some high class family that probably came over on the Mayflower. We were hired almost right out of college together as part of a new, specialized consulting company, but we’ve always gotten along like oil and water. And this year’s football season has really made that worse. She is all for the players kneeling in protest of social conditions and I have told her many times that doing protests like that during the national anthem is wrong. I agree with their concerns, it is just the wrong time. Kneel after making a touchdown or something. That would really send a message. 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Amy said right away, “You have a very nice house.” Well, at least she and her parents had something in common. As the pain subsided Dawn looked at her Mistress sitting by her on the bed and it was as if a light bulb went off inside her brain. The volume and force increased. She swallowed once to clear her mouth, but she could still taste it. “I think I do.