“Attitude, attitude!” she teased back. “Why is football so important to you?”
“Because I like to win.”
“That’s it?”
“Yup.”
“So all that stuff you said before…”
“Confidential.”
“Why do you want people to think of you as just some dumb jock? When you’re obviously smarter than that?”
“I dunno. Maybe because people underestimate you when they think you’re dumb. I like to surprise people.”
“Are you looking for love, Mister Reynolds? Or are you just looking for the usual? Fame. Money. Groupies and easy women.” She squinted and smiled.
“You’re the only news reporter I’ve ever known of that asked me about love, while I’m wearing nothing but a towel, Dana Thompson.”
“I guess that’s off the record too?”
“Go ahead and print it,” John laughed. “But then everyone’s going to be looking at you funny, gossiping about just how long of an exclusive story you got from the big man on campus.”
“John Reynolds, you have wasted my time,” Dana said, shaking her head in shame. “You give me all the good stuff off the record and now you’re just being difficult.”
“Well, it’s not all a waste. We got to know each other. We found mutual respect. You might even say…we’re not just strangers anymore.”
She picked up his vibe and looked at him in disbelief. “Really? You’re trying to pick me up?”
“No. I’m not trying anything. I’m just here, practically naked. And I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen all my years here in college.”
Dana cracked up and shook her head. “John R, you really are too much.”
“I’m just telling you how I feel. I wish I could ask you out like a gentleman. Take you out to a nice restaurant. Speak poetry and all that shit. But I am who I am. This is all I have to give right now.”
“Uh huh?”
“But I just want you to know. For the record. Don’t say I wasn’t attracted.”
“Believe me, I know.” She smiled and continued taking notes. “Well…I’m attracted to. Just so you know.”
“For real?”
“Yes. But I’m also a journalist.”
“Yeah…but you’re better than all this, right? This is like a shit story. So why waste time writing news about nothing when you’re better than all this? When instead…you know…we could be…”
“Oh my God. John, are you asking me for a date?”
“Umm…sure, that’s what I was doing.”
“I’m sure that’s what you were doing!” she said with wide eyes, shaking her head. “Boy, I got to watch you. You are a fresh one.”
“You do gotta watch me.”
John stretched his arms back in comfort, but just as he did his towel fell off, exposing his hard penis and neatly trimmed pubic patch.
“Oh my God!”
“Oh man, I’m so sorry about that,” John said. He grabbed the towel and covered himself quickly…although he didn’t do a very good job of covering up his dick. It still peered out at Dana, measuring at least nine inches as far as she could tell. He was circumcised and it was hard as a football, having had no TLC in a good while.
“Well…” Dana laughed. “Feel free to cover it up then, if you’re so embarrassed.”
“What? Oh. Sorry.”
“Yeah. I think you did that on purpose!” she said, going back to his eyes.
“But did you like what you see?” he said with a smile.
She laughed again, this time a bit of a turned on and throaty laugh. But quickly shook it off and tried to stay professional. “I didn’t see anything, fresh boy. Now try to keep the interview focused on the story…”
He stared into her eyes as he walked closer to the bench, closer to her. He dropped the towel and let his rigid penis out dangling not but too feet away.
“Well you see it now.” He smiled, but held onto his confident stare. “Now please. By all means. Continue the interview. Like a professional.”
She double blinked and stared straight into the eye of his Moby Dick, still trying to remember her questions. “Umm…” She caught herself staring and laughed heartily.
“Come on. Nothing sexual here.”
“Uh huh! Yeah right. You’re dick is as hard as a rock and you expect me to stay professional?”
“It’s just the natural male form. I’m always hard after a game. And normally I’d take care of that. But I’m trying to be a good guy.”
“Mmm-mmm, this is so not going to be on the news.” She laughed again and then took another reluctant look at his penis, indulging just a little bit because the quarterback sure didn’t mind.
“The question is…are you as attracted to white quarterbacks as I am to black news reporters?”
“You’re just a card,” she said with a big smile and head shake.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Miss Thompson. Your eyes. Your body. That wrap dress with the flaps. It’s teasing me. Like it’s just screaming to be ripped off.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said softly, looking away and smiling. Her voice was definitely throaty and slightly nervous. She was professional for sure, but her patience was wearing thin. “I have a job to do…”
“So do it. I’m not stopping you. Ask me questions.”
“Fine. I will.” She went back to her tablet but couldn’t stop her eyes from magnetically going back to that dick. “Umm…what are your career goals…”
“My goals?”
“Your career goals.”
“Oh. Because I thought you said short-term goals.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She laughed and tried to keep cool.
“Because I know what my short term goals are. Want to hear them?”
“Nope.” She shook her head, fearing the answer, and still trying to look down at her tablet.
“Kissing you. Taking that dress off of you. Because I think you’re feeling a little hot in here. Wearing that. And no one else is here. So there’s really nothing to lose by getting comfortable.”
“Uh huhh…” He exhale almost sounded like a sigh. She was getting very hot underneath the tight dress and really wanted out of the locker room. Or at least, her mind did. Somehow, her physical cravings liked John’s idea.
“But I know you’re not just any woman. You’re special. Maybe you’re even destined for greatness. So I’m not going to treat you like most guys treat girls. I’m going to be your groupie. Miss Thompson. The Face of CBM News.”
He kneeled down to meet her and put his hand on her knee.
“Whoah, what, what are you doing?”
“I can’t help myself. You’re so sexy…I’m a man of no self control…”
“John Reyn…”
She shut her eyes in heat as his hand went from her knee to her thigh.
“Tell me to stop.”
Stop. Her inner thought said it but not her voice. She didn’t want the throbbing sensation to stop. She had to make it stop. But maybe not just yet.
“You deserve to be pleased. You’re the celebrity, aren’t you? Maybe not yet. But I can sense you’re going places.”
“I know your hand is going places,” she laughed quietly but with a deep sigh, as his hand went into her dress and touched the surface of her panties.
“Yeah. Don’t tell me to stop. It’s going to kill me.”
“What if I do tell you? Are you going to obey?”
“Well, I have to. But I really hope you’ll just let me…keep going…for just a moment…”
“Uhhh!” she sighed, as he reached her panties slid his fingers along her lips.
“Shhhh. I think the locker room’s empty. But you never know.”
He found her clitoris under her underwear and stroked it.
“What? Shouldn’t we stop…go…somewhere else…”
“No. What if you change your mind?” he said, increasing the firmness of his stroking, right against her sens
itive clit.
“What if I do?”
“Don’t change your mind. Just sit back. You don’t have to do anything. And let’s not get in too much trouble, okay?”
She laughed nervously as John sat on his knees and inched closer to her pelvis. He reached inside and pulled her panties down, past her knees and onto the floor.
“Oh God…” she sighed in embarrassment, but too turned on to scoot away.
John put his hands inside her dress, reaching up into her bare lips and stroking his way in. She was already wet, maybe having been wet before he even propositioned her. What a professional indeed.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
“You’re not doing anything. Just relax.”
“Oh God…” she said, shifting her head back on the bench as he put two fingers inside her pussy. He rested his thumb on her trimmed pubic hair and then stroked inside and up, finding her G-spot.
“Oh! Ohhhh…” she shifted back and forth on the bench as the bare ass quarterback stroked her, holding her still by putting his hand around her lower back.
“You like that?”
“Mmm-hmm…d-don’t tell anybody…”
“No. Just our little secret.” He
“Aannngghhh…” she groaned loudly, feeling a stroke of passion coming out of her, sounding more guttural and intense than her usual cries and soft moans. The setting was wrong. Her choice of lover definitely wrong. But maybe that’s why it felt so hot.
“I like a woman who’s loud. Reminds me of fans cheering me on a touchdown.”
She laughed. “I’m not loud. I’m never loud.”
“Well we can check that.”
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously as he stood sat up out of position.
“Shhhh. Just try not to scream.”
He leaned her on the long side of the bench and pushed her dress up, feasting his eyes on her naked bush and wet lips. He lifted her legs up as he squatted up, resting his face inside in between her spread legs.
“Ohhh my God…oh my God…John…”
He licked her clit hard and pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, finding her swollen G-spot and upward stroking.
“Ohhh! Oh my sweet God! I can’t believe we’re doing this. Are you sure no one else is here?”
“I really don’t know,” he said, taking a break and licking his lips. “But who’s going to stop me? Huh?”
“Big man on campus huh?” she said with a panting smile.
“That’s right. Really good at everything I do. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Ummmmm!” she moaned loudly, arching her back and filling his face with more black pussy and bush. “You’re very…ahhh…talented.”
“I think I can reach a higher decibel level than that.”
“Uhhh uhhh,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t want to attract any attention.”
“You’re not going to have much choice. I won’t be happy till you leave her screaming and soaking wet.”
He stroked her harder and licked, grabbing her clothed breasts with the other hand.
“MMMmmmm! I can’t…what if someone walks by?”
“So what? Nobody’s going to fuck with me. That’s respect.”
“Get out of here, boy,” she said, laughing and reluctantly pushing away his wagging tongue. “You’re just too full of yourself for me.”
He stood up, throbbing hard and smiling, still tasting her lovely juice on his lips. “Wouldn’t you like to be full of me?”
“Get the hell out of here, college boy.”
“This is still on the record, right?”
She laughed, as she stood up and looking down at her panties on the floor.
“Oh yeah on the record, sure, yeah.”
“Good. You publish this.”
He lunged out and grabbed her tummy in his strong arms, pulling up her skirt some more until he found her clit again. She sighed and tried to wiggle away, but relented after some clit whispering.
He walked forward until they leaned against a set of lockers.
“John…this is so bad...I could get in big trouble.”
“Yeah. Better make it worthwhile then. I want to hear you scream. With soul, sister. Want to hear you sing some R & B.”
She laughed as his hand danced it’s way to the top of her dress, rubbing the collar and flaps and then straight into her sweating cleavage.
“So…hot in here…”
“It’s been hot in here for a while. You make it hot.”
“You’re just saying that.”
“Oh yeah?” He said as he shoved his hard dick into her backside, letting her cheeks feel his rod.
“Aaaah…” she purred in giggling embarrassment, but still too turned on to resist. “I guess you really…mean it…”
The quarterback shrugged in flippancy and decided to tear her dress in apart down the middle, leaving her looking like a Barbarian’s girlfriend.
“Holy shit! What the hell-?”
He grabbed her bra with both hands and squeezed her flesh, kissing and panting on the back of her neck.
“Ohhhh! You fucking animal…”
“Yeah? You know you do that to me. Say you want my white cock.”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said with closed eyes and a smile.
“Say it.”
“No way…”
He unhooked her bra and wiggled it off.
“Aaahhh! Just…just…”
“Just what?” He grabbed her luscious black tits from behind and squeezed her thick nipples still licking and kissing her shoulders.
“Mmmmm! You’re so nasty…just going to pull my tits out…”
“Yeah. Just how you like it. You like white cock. Say it, bitch.”
“You son of a…” She mumbled, shaking her head.
“Yeah. I’m arrogant. Full of myself. In a minute you’re going to be full of me too.”
“No way, you’re losing points QB.”
“I’m just getting started, beautiful.”
“Mmm-mmm, no, no-”
He shoved her forward, holding onto the bench with her flexed arms while he stuck his face into her big beautiful ass. Raw, succulent and with that black flavor and bubble butt texture he craved so much.
“Huuhhhh…” he groaned like a warlord. “This is what you want.”
He opened her ass cheeks and slipped his tongue in, grazing her taint and side cheeks then filling her taut asshole with wetness.
“Fuck!” she screamed. “Jesus…holy fuck…” she screamed, rolling her eyes back and panting hard. She loved it when guys fingered her ass. But this white boy was taking it to a whole new level.
Holy shit. This white motherfucker is tonguing my butthole! Ohh Jesus. He’s so white. So sexy. So strong. It feels so good…so wrong…so fucking good.
“Ohhhh fuck me, John!”
“You a dirty girl?”
“Yeeeees!”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Ungghh!” she said, slamming her right fist into the bench so hard that it hurt. “Fuck me…fuck me…”
“With what?” he said, grabbing his cock and stroking it, making sure it was primed for entry.
“Mmmmm your white cock…” she said in a whisper, almost ashamed at how much of a slutty groupie she sounded like. But it felt too good to say no. He was into it and hard as a rock. How could she not be excited? How could she say no to anything he wanted?
He spread her ass cheeks and found her already soaking pussy hole. John
“You like that? Me looking at your asshole and pussy? You feel how hard that makes me?”
“Ohhh God…slip it in me…”
“Yeah…”
He slowly inserted his cock into her wet hole, filling up every inch with his girth and loving the sensation of penetrating her, her tight hole ribbing his manhood with every forward inch.
“Ohhh ohhh ohhh!” she sighed. “So big…”
“Nice coming from a white boy, huh?”
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sp; “Mmmmm! Ohhh gimme it deeper.”
He pushed himself in further and grunted with every new inch he conquered. She was the wettest fuck he ever had and her voice was melodious. She couldn’t help but scream her head off as he began thrusting into her; slow at first, but then building a steady rhythm.
“Ohhh yeah! Harder…”
“That’s my girl.”
“Harder…harder…” she said, jiggling her ass cheeks and clenching down with her walls.
“You want it really hard?”
“Huhh…” she said with a nod, looking back at him, and loving the image: his buff body sweating all over again and smacking her ass like a drum.
He stood up and lifted Dana in the air and then turned her from reverse to front, so that he could stand up and pound into her while she clutched on.
“Mmmmm! Big strong man, huh?”
“Yeeeeah!” he said, as his threshold began to break. He was still feeling in control but the feeling of her wet black ass pounding against his lap was too sexy an image to watch. Dana’s legs tightened around his stomach and back as she straddled him. He was holding her in the air and fucking her with all his might.
Just another work out for the iron man, she thought, loving the feeling of being weightless and powerless to resist his coming explosion. Her torn dress was still on but her breasts were free and juggled onto his cheeks and lips, prompting him to kiss her nipples each time they came flying back.
“Ohh Dana,” he screamed, still thrashing her up and down in his strong flexed arms while pounding her hard with his blood-boiled cock, which was just moments away from shattering.
She screamed hard, her voice echoing throughout the hopefully empty locker room. “Shiiiit, you’re going to make me cum!”
“You want my white cum?”
“Yes! Give it to me!”
He pounded her harder but it was no use—within seconds Dana beat him to the punch and began spasming hard, losing all control and screaming in orgasm right into the boy’s ear.
“Oohhhhhh John! Ohhh it’s coming!”
“Yeah? Going to juice me up?”
“Aaahh! Can’t help it!”
He grunted in pleasurable agony as her pussy juices flooded the whole dam and drenched his cock. She wiggled, shuddered and even slapped his chest with her hands. She came like a demon.
But he was still hard and downright cocky that she was panting in defeat and he was still hard and wet.
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