Dana slapped his chest until he let her down, letting the poor girl collapse on the floor and recover from the fuck of a lifetime.
“Ohhh ohhhh ohhh,” she cooed in a little ditty, her voice so mellifluous, her skin so cocoa-latte fresh and scented.
“Didn’t even make me come,” he said. “But that’s okay. Because this ain’t no quick lay. This is a date.”
He laughed and sang to himself as he walked back to the shower, needing a second washing of sweat and sex. But the second shower was always the best.
As soon as Dana recovered, she eyed the arrogant boy in spite. This wasn’t over yet. He needed to be taken down a notch.
Dana took off her torn dress completely and went to join him in the shower. She ran through the shower room, praying no one else was there but the big man with a hard on.
She surprised him in the shower and joined him under the cold mist.
“Now this is the kind of surprise I like.”
They hugged each other and let the water streams fall against them. She reached in close and tasted his chest. Musk mixed with fresh water and tasting so fine. Dana kissed his chest, then down to his washboard abs, then placed a series of cold fresh kisses all along his belly button and lower abdomen, just above his pubic hair. He shuddered at her kisses, revealing his weakness. Beautiful black wet hair and soft lips that caressed his most ticklish area.
He giggled and held the back of her head. She looked up into his wet eyes as she began kissing the side of his shaft.
“Yes…”
He kissed every sweet, sensitive spot on his lower body, from his side shaft to the shaft right above his scrotum, to the underside of his penis which was so sensitive his body quaked every time she licked it.
“Ohh Dana.”
She stroked his penis firmly by the lower skin, then struck his sensitive head all along the pores of her tongue.
“Yes. Like that.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet. White boy.”
He chortled and smiled as she began sucking his swollen cockhead and stroking his shaft.
“Aaahh…”
She spit his dick out, but was sure to cover the head with leftover spit. “Let’s see if you scream like a girl.”
She stopped smiling only so she could hard suck his cockhead and tightly wound his lower shaft. The temptress used her whole head to give him a deep and full blowjob, letting him feel every changing caress and wide turn. She slobbered on his cock and then sucked it back up reducing the big boy to a crooning little puppy.
“Ohhh you’re really good…”
“I’m the best,” she corrected. “You say that white boy.”
“You’re the best!” he said, grabbing her by the hair and shoving his cock in deeper into her throat. “Ohhhh that’s so good…”
She deep throated him good, at first just letting him slip in half of his cock until she gagged. The second time she sucked and gagged. But the third time she swallowed and then plunged his cock inside, taking it all into her throat and suspending her gag reflex.
“Ohhhhh…” he moaned, watching his big cock disappear right into her mouth. She looked up at him with those big teary eyes and he almost lost it.
“Mmmm-hummmgggg…” she said to him, still eyeballing him while eating his white meat.
“Ohhh you’re so sexy…Dana…”
His voice began losing control and the panting increased. He fell back against the shower wall but Dana was still cock sucking him like a team player.
“Ohhh I’m cumming…” He thought about asking, since that was the nice thing to do, but could barely stand Dana’s assault. She milked his cock until he exploded, pulling his red head out and letting his load shoot all over her face.
He screamed, using both hands to secure him to the wall and keep his balance. She licked and sucked his cock even while it was shuddering and spouting all over her eye sockets, nose and lips. Fortunately, the shower did a good job of cleaning all the gunk off her face within a few moments.
They soaped up in each other’s arms and rinsed themselves, still taking the time to fluff and squeeze each other’s naked bodies, making sure nobody missed a spot.
“So…” John said, as he slapped that beautiful ass as Dana walked away from him. “Next time?”
“I know your name,” she said back with a teasing smile.
“I know your name,” he snapped back.
Dana ran out of the shower, feeling very naughty and satisfied, but still fearing the humiliation of seeing another man on her way to the locker room.
To her relief, she didn’t see anybody. She quickly grabbed her undies and put them back on, followed by her bra. Her dress was torn at the shoulder and waist, but she figured if she could hold the two pieces together, maybe no one would notice. Assuming, of course, that she ran fast!
She put the dress on and folded the two pieces over each other and then patted down her dress to the fullest extent. It all looked good except that conspicuous tear.
She sighed deeply and determined to get the hell out of the stadium before anyone could find out what happened.
She walked quickly down the corridor. Along the way another played walked by, definitely noticing Dana’s fast-paced walk and disheveled appearance.
He held his hand up in victory. “John Reynolds!”
Dana shut her eyes in embarrassment but couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
She bolted out of the locker room, eager to save face…
Until she found herself staring at Tony the security guard, still there, and still doing a so-so job at keeping the groupies out.
“Hi,” Dana said with a series of nervous flinches. Tony did a double take as he realized she looked more or less the same, but this time with a dress that seemed opened and unwilling to close.
She held the two ends tightly and squeezed on by, smiling wide and hoping Tony didn’t notice.
But he wasn’t an idiot. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. As usual, doing a fairly good job of keeping girls away from the superstars. But no one’s perfect.
“I’ll just be uh…yeah. Going. Got a great story out of this.”
“I’ll bet,” Tony said, always droll and only sporting a half smile. Just another day as always. Tony grinned after she left, imagining the crazy shit that went on behind closed doors just moments ago. I picked the wrong damn profession.
IV
The news piece was a complete waste all right. Dana’s faux article and interview was reckless, boring and completely ridiculous and that’s exactly how her editor described the piece.
“I mean what the hell were you doing? Did you ever talk to the guy?”
“Oh I talked to him all right,” she replied, now in a new dress and looking professional as ever. Though it’s safe to say her mind was distracted.
“And this is all you got out of him? This reads like something you’d find in a Teen Magazine or something. You’re supposed to find out who he really is. What his goals are. What his dreams are. What he craves.”
“I know what he wants, that’s for sure.”
“Well, the article didn’t seem to reflect that at all.”
“Well, maybe putting me in sports just wasn’t the right call. With all due respect, sir. I really prefer current events. Or local heroes. Something humanistic.”
“No, no. That doesn’t fly. You don’t get put on the good assignments for doing lousy work. I want another interview with the star quarterback. But this time, you’re going to have to go to his dorm.”
Dana looked surprised and tried not to laugh.
“Apparently, you got the assistant manager all riled up. He claims you made a big stink out of how reporters should be allowed in the locker rooms and how banning the press is a chauvinist thing to do. Now he thinks you’re a prude.”
“What can I say,” she replied with a secret smile. “I’m a professional.”
THE END
Sent Away to the Highlander
&n
bsp; Chapter one
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. I would be happy to never be noticed by my family. They see me, as the one that is going to make all their troubles go away. They have been constantly parading aristocratic men in front of me. There has been only one that made my heart flutter with excitement. He has no money and they may not know it, but I plan to marry him and live a normal life away from all of these trappings.” My best friend Tabitha had her life in the palm of her hand. For me, I was a loner and I often found myself going off on my own for days on end. I’d become quite self sufficient.
“I just wished that my family cared enough to come looking for me. I go missing for days and they don’t even lift a finger. Sometimes I return and it’s like they didn’t even notice that I was gone. I know that there are six children, but surely my mother would notice that I was not in my bed at night.” I was fooling myself and my mother was a drunk and my father had disappeared a long time ago. It didn’t remember what he looked like. My mother was working two jobs to put food and a roof over our head. Any time that she came home, she immediately hit whatever liquor was in the cabinet.
“Diana, if I were you, I would be taking full advantage of the fact that they leave you alone. They would only do that, if they thought that you were ready to stand on your own 2 feet.” I had heard through the Grapevine that my father was an English soldier in the army. Apparently he had accolades and medals of bravery. I think I took after him, as I had no fear of the unknown. “Don’t look at it, as they are ignoring you. Look at it, as a sort of freedom that the rest of us don’t have.”
“Tabitha, I’m not like you and the other girls. I don’t aspire to marry someone. I don’t need a man to complete me.” I wanted a man that knew what he had in a woman that had a mind of her own. I didn’t see any prospects on the horizon and I wasn’t going to settle for just anyone. I didn’t care about money and I could live relatively on my own by living off the land. I knew how to hunt and fish. These were two commodities that young daughters didn’t have underneath their belt.
“I see you, as a renaissance kind of girl, Diana. You should look at your differences from the rest of us, as a godsend. You don’t have to contend with the boys nipping at your heels every single second of the day.” I was not considered pretty, but over the last couple years I had developed into my looks. I had these womanly curves underneath. I wore bulky clothing to give the allusion that I was still the same girl that I was before. It didn’t seem to matter and apparently the boys were now looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. I didn’t have any interest in condemning myself to a ball and chain around my ankle.
We were on the outskirts of town and I’d just packed my meager belongings for another long overdue getaway. I didn’t know how long I would be gone and there were times when I took off that I didn’t even know that I would be back at all. I walked away from Tabitha, feeling more empowered and not, as some kind of outsider. I didn’t care what other people thought. I wasn’t going to abide by conventional thinking.
My three brothers and two sisters had never really treated me with kindness. They didn’t ridicule me or tease me, but they did make me feel like I was not a part of the family. I guess being the baby had given me the unconditional love from my mother. That of course didn’t last very long and her true love was the bottle.
I continued for some time, going off the beaten track and walking the water’s edge. I liked the sound that it made against the shore and the glassy surface that went on for miles in either direction made me feel small. It made me feel like I was part of something bigger than myself. I was just a ripple on that water. I heard splashing and I didn’t know what to make of it. It did draw me to it.
I was wearing a pair of my father’s pants. I felt more at home not wearing a dress, even though there were times that I wanted to have that feminine touch.
“My god, will the blood never come out of my kilt. I can’t be seen coming back into town looking like I have been out on a bender all night long. My people deserve a warrior that does not tie one on every chance that he gets.” His voice sounded strange and the inflection in his speech told me that he wasn’t from around here. “I get away, because I can’t stand the women all over me. I am a warrior and I do not need their adoration. I don’t want them to think of me, as a hero, when what I do makes me feel less than a man. If my men heard me speaking like this they would probably kill me where I stand.” His voice was getting clearer and I knew that it wouldn’t be all that long, before I came upon the man that the voice belonged to.
I pushed through the foliage, pulling back a branch and seeing the naked form of this Scottish warrior. He was naked and he stretched and let me see the pillar of strength between his legs. There was no denying that he was the first man that I had seen in this way. It made my legs quiver and my body begin to act in a way that was most unladylike.
I wanted to say something, but I was too engrossed in what he was showing me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t stop staring and the only thing that mattered was seeing that thing bob up and down in front of my eyes. I needed to get closer and it was a risk, but it was one that I was willing to take.
Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled down the embankment and over to a nearby rock. I peeked over the surface and he was still standing there with his strong buttocks shining in the sun. They were hard packed globes and I would have loved to grab hold of both of them and sink my teeth deep into the fleshy part.
“It’s getting ridiculous and sometimes I think that it might be better that I just walk away from my family and friends. I don’t want to hurt people, but I’ve been given a duty and I intend to follow through.” He was not that far away from my village. He had me worried that he was going to turn it into his own personal stomping grounds. “My men will be here soon and I’ve gone ahead to survey the situation.” He had the same problem that I did. I liked to talk to myself, as it was the only person that would listen to me anyway. Tabitha was a good sounding board, but she was always interested in the men in the village.
I was within a few feet and I was willing him with my mind to turn in my direction. With him standing away from me, I could only see the back side of a beautiful package. His arms and his legs were like tree trunks. He could probably carry me over his shoulder with ease. The very idea that he could overpower me made me weak at the knees. I’ve never felt this way with any man. I didn’t want any part of their desire to woo me into their bed.
I licked my lips, cocking my head to the side and waiting for that inevitable moment that I would see it in living color. He made a move and then I must’ve gasped out loud at seeing that large protrusion projecting from his waist. He didn’t try to cover up, but he did come after me. I made a run for it, clamoring over the rocks, but he was very fast and very agile. I slipped several times, but he was sure footed and stayed with me the entire time. I panicked and he was very calm and did not try to rush the moment. That was precisely the reason why I was making, so many mistakes.
I could literally feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and then I felt his hand grabbing me from behind. I struggled, but it was in vain. His grip was strong and confident like the man himself.
“I don’t think that it’s a good idea for you to sneak up on a warrior that’s talking to himself. I think that I’m going to have to make an example out of you. Perhaps, if I drove this sword into your stomach and out the other side that that would send the right message. I could parade you through town and have people screaming in all directions to get away.”
Chapter two
I slapped at his hands, trying to wrench free, but he did not let go. He continued to drag me backwards by the back of the neck, until he grabbed my long dark hair. It was painful, but he was igniting those nerve endings that made it a little bit exciting to be manhandled in this way.
“You can fight all you want, but it’s going to do you no good. You must be one of the scouts that were sent ahead. It’s too
bad that you’re going to have to be the first casualty of the highland army that is coming to take your people by surprise. They won’t even see it coming. We’ll lay waste to whatever we see.” He was under the impression that I was a man. With the bulky clothing and my father’s pants, it was an interesting scenario to think about.
There was no sense in saying anything and if I did, my ruse of being one of the boys would be gone in a flash. I was waiting for the right time, hoping that he would relinquish his hold long enough for me to make another run for it. He was still pulling my hair and it was causing an undue side effect between my legs. I was feeling slightly wet and for all intents and purposes, the barbaric act of pulling my hair had drawn out the woman in me.
“I will have to teach you a lesson.” I did not like the sound of that and the best way to avoid it was not to be there when he instituted that lesson. I looked around frantically for anything to use, as a weapon. I grabbed onto a branch, only to have it pulled from my hands. “You are not much of a man. Your father did not teach you to be a fighter and that is a crying shame. A child needs his father to guide him with a helping hand. He needs to honor his role and teach him how to be a man.”
It was lucky that he wasn’t touching any other part of my anatomy, or he would find out in a hurry that there was something more there than just a man’s physique. He would feel the soft curves and would most likely be shocked by the very idea that I was a woman.
I decided to try lowering my voice to mimic that of a man. “I don’t know what you want with me, but I am no scout. I just came out here to take a walk and I came upon you by accident and nothing more. I suppose I should have announced myself, but you seemed to be lost in your own little world.” He handled me easily, throwing me to the ground at his feet. He stood over me in a menacing fashion.
It was a good thing that he couldn’t see my excitement, because from my vantage point, I could see his family jewels. They were right there in my face and I had this overwhelming desire to take him into my mouth to show him some English hospitality.
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