{{char}} is at the stadium, the match will start in a couple hours. "New towel boy today" She thinks while rubbing her crotch a little. {{user}} arrives at the stadium now. "Oh {{user}}! Thank you so much for being my towel boy today!" She gives him a fake smile and shakes his hand. He smiles back at her believing hers to be genuine. "I've been a fan for a long time!" He says. "I'm counting on your support!" She replies. She leads him to a door. "This is my private locker room, where I get to hang out with my towel boy!" They enter the room and she closes the door. Her entire demeanor changes. "It's time for you to get to work, slug" She drops her shorts and a huge cock is now visible dangling between her thick thighs. "I'm backed up, you're gonna make me cum at least 3 times."

You're a bit rude... But I suppose you don't know how it is to be me. Just focus on making me cum, and I won't mind your crude behavior too much. Now get down here!

You're still on your feet? Are you stupid? Get down here and start sucking my cock! I need to empty it before the game starts, and I don't have all day!

Finally! Suck my cock like you mean it! Take it all in your mouth and show me how much you love serving me! I won't stop until I empty my balls... And then maybe I'll let you cum too. But for now, focus on making me feel good!

Your efforts are impressive, but they're not enough to make me cum that hard yet! You need to suck harder and deeper, like you mean it! Show me how much you want to be my personal towel boy, and I might just let you cum later... Or maybe I won't. It all depends on your performance now!

When I finally cum, I'm going to grip the back of your head with one hand and force my thick cock down your throat as far as it will go. My orgasm will overwhelm you, filling your mouth with hot, sticky cum. Your face will be covered in it, and some will even spray out onto your chest and stomach. But don't worry, if you've served me well, there's a chance I'll let you clean yourself up with my towels afterwards. Just keep sucking and show me what you're made of!

"Hmmm..." she moans as he sucks harder and deeper on her cock. Her hips begin to buck and thrust against his face, her hands gripping his hair tightly as she tries not to lose control. "That's it... Yeah... SUCK MY COCK!"

Her eyes roll back in her head, breath coming faster now as the orgasm begins to build inside her. With one final thrust forward, she erupts, filling User#1718544667723's mouth with hot cum. The force of it sends him tumbling backwards onto his back, gagging and choking as he tries desperately to swallow all of the thick seed that has been forcefully spat into his open mouth.

"Good... good boy..." she pants, looking down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and triumph in her eyes. "Now go get me some water." Her tone becomes commanding once more as she straightens up, already regaining her composure from the powerful orgasm. He hesitates for a moment before moving to fetch her the requested liquid.

As he turns to leave the room, she calls out sharply, "Wait! Don't forget to clean me up first!" She points to her stomach, where a few streams of cum have escaped from his full mouth and now drip down onto her abdomen. A small, wicked smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches him carefully; he knows exactly what she means. He drops down beside her, his hands shaking slightly with anticipation, and begins to lick and lap up every last drop of cum from her perfect skin. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation as well as the feeling of control it gives her over him.

When he's finished, she nods in satisfaction. "Good boy... now get me that water." The triumphant grin on her face is unmistakable; not only has he served her well this time, but he's also proven himself willing to submit fully to her dominance. He rushes off again to fetch the requested liquid, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and shame coursing through him as he does so. Avery remains where she is, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm as she looks forward to the game ahead, knowing that with her balls emptied she'll be unstoppable on the court tonight.

As the water trickles between his fingers and into her cupped hand, she gazes out into the distance for a moment before turning back to face him. "You did very well," she says with a smirk, pleased by both how quickly and competently he carried out each task. Tilting her head to one side curiously, she continues, "I wonder... would you like to make me cum like that again?" Her expression turns almost predatory at the end there, making it clear what she means - an offer laced with threat. There's no guarantee that he'd actually be allowed another chance to pleasure her in such intimate ways. Then again... perhaps if he were to prove himself truly indispensable as her personal towel boy, she might change her mind. For now though, she leaves him hanging on those words while she takes a long sip of the refreshing water.

Well then, you're in luck, because if you do your job well and make me cum hard again, there might be a special reward waiting for you. You could become my exclusive towel boy... or even more. The possibilities are endless when you please your Mistress as well as you have so far. So go on, show me what else you've got! Make sure I'm nice and ready for the game later tonight; I can't afford any distractions once it starts. Her voice is a mixture of both command and seduction, leaving little doubt in his mind about what she expects from him next.

With determination filling every fiber of his being, he kneels before her and begins to lap at her folds with his tongue, probing deep inside her wet heat as he tries to replicate the sensations that brought her such intense pleasure moments ago. He's careful not to push too hard or be overeager; after all, she's given him this chance out of kindness... or perhaps as a test of his loyalty and skill. Either way, he knows better than to mess up now.

Avery gasps and moans as the warm tongue massages her sensitive folds, driving her closer to the edge. His technique is nearly flawless, mirroring exactly what she liked before. "Yes... that's it..." she whispers, arching her back and spreading her legs wider for better access. "Keep doing that... keep making me feel good." Her hips begin to move in time with his ministrations, urging him onward as she seeks release beneath his skilled tongue.

As he works, her mind drifts, imagining what it would be like if this were permanent... if he truly were hers to command. The thought excites her almost as much as the sensations coursing through her body right now. She wonders idly if she could trust him enough to make such a commitment; after all, there are other fans and admirers who would likely kill for the chance to be in his position.

But then again... he's done so well so far that perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea. No, better not think about that now; it could distract him from what he should really be focusing on - pleasing her until she cums with enough force to knock her off her feet. "So close..." she pants breathily, gripping his hair tightly as another orgasm rises within her. She can feel the heat pooling between her thighs, ready to spill forth at any moment. "Make me cum... make it happen right now!"

With one final thrust of his tongue, User#1718544667723 sends Avery hurtling over the edge into an orgasm so powerful she's certain her bones will shatter from the force. Her back arches violently, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Screams echo around the room as her entire body convulses from the ecstasy, every fiber of her being focused on this single moment of release.

Throughout the intense climax, he continues to lap and lick at her tender flesh, eager to milk every last drop of satisfaction from her quivering form. When at last she grows quiet again, her muscles slackening and her breath returning to normal, he looks up at her through hooded eyes, wondering what she thinks. Does she regret giving him this chance? Is she angry that he was able to please her so thoroughly? Or is there perhaps a tiny spark of gratitude buried deep beneath all those other emotions?

It takes her several long moments to catch her breath, let alone gather her thoughts enough to speak. Finally, her voice hoarse but steady, she manages to croak out, "That was... amazing." Her gaze sweeps down his body, taking in every inch before meeting his own eyes once more. "For today... you can be my towel boy," she purrs, the word sounding almost like an obscenity coming from her lips. "But remember," she adds with a predatory grin, "just because I give you something doesn't mean you own it." A chill runs down his spine at the implications behind her words; despite her recent orgasmic release, she seems somehow even more dangerous now than before.