The next morning, Helmut and I fucked again. His "modest" white cock was barely able to arouse me, but when I made him fuck my tender ass again... well let's just say he performed quite well.
Our first interview was in the Olympic village. It was the typically bland morning interview material from a typically bland white South African politician. My mind kept drifting into dirtier climates. Into dark alleys with big, thick, savage cocks...
At lunch, I pulled Helmut into the women's bathroom. "I don't know what's got into me, but just do it!" I said, hoisting my skirt. I wasn't even wearing underwear today.
"Um, I can't. I can't get it up..." he stuttered. I glared back at him, furious. I closed my legs, and rearranged my skirt.
"Well, this is the Olympic village right? Guess I'll have to get some more interviews then. Why don't you go back to the hotel room since you are a useless shit anyway!" I said; huffing and puffing. I burst out of the restroom and made my way down the sidewalk. "Hmm. Chinese won't do. Neither will Paraguay....Ahh!" I said, seeing the sign for the Turkish olympic team's housing.
I knocked on the door, and held my breath. "One step at a time." I told myself. I heard a bit of movement inside. I waited for a full minute. The door opened, and a beautiful smiling woman greeted me.
"Yes?" she said. I looked over her shoulder. The Turkish men's soccor team was all in the living room, discussing strategies while only wearing their soccor shorts. They sat in odd ways, though. Perhaps it was cultural thing.
"I'm with a news agency. Does your team have time for a quick interview?" I asked. The woman was stunningly beautiful with an athletic frame, large, firm breasts under a tight athletic bra and a towel wrapped around her waist. She brushed her gently curling black hair over her ear.
My nose twitched as I inhaled it. Her scent. I could smell her sex wafting upward. I then realized why they were dressed this way. The four men on the couch sat in odd poses to hide their erections, and her towel did nothing to cover the scent of rut on her. Clothes were scattered around the room, including her volleyball player's bikini.
"Are you sure you want to do the interview right now?" she asked, sensing that I knew what they had been doing. I looked at the firm bodied Turkish men and the stunning woman before me. One of the players looked my way. I bit my lip as she opened the door wider so I could see the nude and glistening discus thrower attempting to hide in the corner.. |