Authors: Lady Keisha
I found myself outside the New York Giants stadium. Thankfully the security guard there knew me by reputation. I had a run in with him before and I was hoping that he remembered the last time. We didn’t do anything, but he did get a nice view of the goods.
Swinging my purse over my shoulder, I let that black handbag hang there beside me, while walking with a purpose towards the behemoth of a man. I had waited until I saw that Thomas had left the area and now it was time to strike while the iron was hot.
“There’s no way that I can allow you to go in there. I don’t care if you show me your tits or shake that ass in my face, Marianne. I’ve been given strict orders that the stadium and its locker room is off limits to anyone that is not authorized to be there.”
This was a small roadblock, not one that was insurmountable. I knew exactly how to play to my strengths. Undoing those few buttons had certainly made him lick his lips with anticipation.
“Henry, I’m sure that you can make an exception for little old me. You can’t say with a straight face that you didn’t enjoy what you saw the last time. What if I were to up the ante and give you a brief taste.” I think my intention was clear. I hadn’t had to go beyond these lengths. No security guard had gotten into those gates with anything that they held between their legs.
“What exactly do you have in mind? I’m risking my job and it better be worth it.” I stepped into the doorway, closing it behind us, so that we were alone in the hallway together. I undid the last few buttons, showing him my black bra and how it was overflowing with a mound of goodness. I reached behind and undid the clasp, letting the whole picture come into view. He gasped at seeing my oversized black melons. My silky caramel skin and the chunky nipples on top were making him speechless.
“I think that maybe you should take one of them into your mouth. Do you suppose that might be enough to make you look the other way?” I also had an idea about spreading my legs and letting him get his tongue into a slice of heaven. I didn’t know if I was going to have to take it that far, but I was willing. It was for the story of the century. If I landed this, I would be able to write my own ticket.
He grabbed for the hills that were alive and then he kept his head down, so that he was sticking out that tongue and lashing at my buds. I moaned, pressed my chest against his face, and buried him in a mountain of an avalanche. He slobbered all over them, using his teeth to bite on the tip and pull it away from my body. He let it go to snap back into place, before he did the exact same thing to the other one. I’d always loved a little bit of pain with my pleasure and when he gripped my ass from behind and squeezed both cheeks, I almost lost it. His hands were underneath my skirt, pulling apart those globes and touching my panties. He did not try to go any further than that. He knew that without permission, things could go very badly for him in a hurry.
“I didn’t say that you could touch anything but my breasts. Let’s say for argument’s sake that I allow you to eat out my little hole. I may even give you a hand job, but that’s as far as I go. You’re getting a lot more than I give most people. Usually, all I have to do is show a bit of skin, talk seductively and most of you guards always fall over yourselves to bend to my will.”
Had Henry been married and had children of his own, he would’ve most likely been happy with just seeing the goods. I knew that he was living fancy free. He would take liberties with those fans that wanted to get close to the stars.
“I think that you know by now that I’m not like any other guy.” I was reaching into his pants, undoing his belt and pulling out that button, until I was able to grasp the situation. He was already wet at the tip. I used that to start stroking him with an insistence that made his eyes go wide with surprise. “OH YEAH…use those fucking fingers to make me cum all over them.”
It appeared that all I would have to do was let my fingers do the walking. I was pretty good at this type of thing. Guys in my hometown had found out that I was pretty easy when it came to handling situations.
I may not have lost my virginity to any of them, but I’d certainly left them with a lasting impression and a smile on their face. I allowed them to finger fuck me a couple of times, but that was only for my own experimentation.
“Oh my God…STOP…I SAID STOP.” He may have been saying the words, but his cock had other ideas. It splashed fourth into his underwear and over my hand, making a very telltale mess that would have to be cleaned up in a hurry. This was part of the reason why I had done this in the first place. “You did that on purpose.”
He was holding his hands up against his privates, covering the stain and running down the hall towards the next available bathroom. “You better not be here when I get back.” It wasn’t something that I could promise. I suppose it depended on how long it was going to take him to freshen up and become presentable again.
I watched as he scurried away, practically falling over his own pants. He was doing everything he could to try to keep them in place, while trying to stop it from getting any worse. He did shoot a fair load and I would say that he hadn’t had the pleasure of female companionship, or the use of his hand, for at least a few days. I’d heard that he was working double shifts, as some of the other guards had come down with a case of blue flu. It was all a tactic to get more money with the union backing them all the way. I had to doff my cap to their ingenuity and their moxie for playing the same game that police officers use when they are negotiating a new contract. It was definitely working for me.
Chapter three
I whistled a happy tune, while swinging my handbag around in the air, as a sign of victory. I had covered back up, but his spit was still congealing on my nipples. It was a good thing that my bra was back in place, or that wet spot would’ve been drawing the attention of anyone that I passed. I found a nearby towel and I wiped the product of his overanxious ways off my fingers. There was no way that I was going to take that nasty mess anywhere near my mouth. I’m not saying that I haven’t indulged, but it was only with men that held my fancy.
Those times that I was alone watching Xavier in action on the field was when things got more interesting. I had some well-placed toys to use for a duplicate of the man. Sources had told me exactly what he was sporting between his legs. Girls liked to talk, and if I were to flash a little cash, there was no telling what kind of gossip I would overhear. It was said that he had over 8 inches and he could use what God had blessed him with. I wanted to find out for myself. I also had designs on getting the story first.
I heard what sounded like a shower and I almost jumped up and down with enthusiasm at the very prospect that I might find him in the buff. I heard singing and his voice was good, but he had better not give up his day job. From the way that he was acting, I would say that Thomas had given him good news.
I pushed open the door to the locker room. This was not the first time that I had been in here with men in various states of undress. They were shocked at first but I showed them that I was just one of the boys. I had a way of talking their language and getting them to open up about anything. Nothing was off limits.
I think that my reputation preceded me. Any time that I went looking for interviews I found that I had to ambush them in a way that made them pretty much a captive audience. Xavier would be more like my prisoner without any clothes on. Vulnerable and exposed would be a good way to catch him: with his pants down in the most literal sense.
We were alone today. I went inside and I followed the sound of the water to the showers. I peeked my head around the corner and I saw his naked form in all its glory. The water running down his muscles made me slap my hand to my mouth with an audible gasp. I was going to say something, but the view was not one that I was going to see every day. I’d already seen him without his shirt on in the locker room after a game, but this was taking things to a whole different level.
I was begging him to turn around and willing him with my eyes to make it so. I placed my two hands on my breasts, squeezing and pinching at the nipples and making my pussy nice and juicy. My hole was asking for something that I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to deliver. I was going to do my level best to get him in the sack.
His cock was still soft and it had to be at least six inches of solid meat. I wondered what it would look like with a little bit of female help. I love the reaction that I get when a man sees me for the first time with nothing on but a smile. Everybody should be naked; it feels so good to let it all hang out. Xavier was doing that and I noticed that his short hair had now been replaced by a shiny dome. It had recently been done and that boy could pull off that look like nobody that I knew.
I also noticed that he was clean shaven and looked like he was ready for his close up. My hands moved further south, until I came to my skirt and then I pulled the fabric up, until it was around my waist. I easily removed my panties and I dangled them from my hand. In a moment of inspiration, I walked right into the shower and up behind him.
He had his eyes closed and then I moved my hands around in front of him with my panties up to his nose. He didn’t quite realize what was going on, until he finally fluttered his eyes open and looked at the frilly black garment in front of him. He took a big whiff and then he turned with the product of his arousal now rising to the occasion.
“Marianne…what the fuck are you doing in here?” He looked surprised, but he did not try to pull my hand away from his nose. Every moment that he breathed, he was getting a whiff of my cunt. It was having a very noticeable result. “You shouldn’t be here. I never said that I would do an interview with any one. Get out of here, before I…call for security.” He was losing his composure and I was happy to touch his masculine chest and that physique of a god.
“Are you sure that there’s not anything that I can do to change your mind?” I wanted him in the worst way, but I wanted him to beg for it on bended knee. The way that he was looking at me and the way that his cock was stretching to a very imposing nine inches was a good indication that my plan was working to perfection. “Your lips say one thing…”
I placed my finger on his lips and his tongue came out to lick it. He sucked on that digit back and forth across his tongue; until I looked down to see that he was leaking. That knob was showing a sheen from the clear liquid that was now becoming quite prevalent.
“I’m engaged to be married. This isn’t right and you should leave.” He wasn’t trying to usher me out and before long he was sucking two fingers in and out of his mouth. It made me think that maybe he was closeted, but it was also quite erotic to think that he had been that way with another man. I wasn’t going to ask him. Any kind of experimentation was his business. “She’s going to be here in an hour.” Without saying anything at all, he was basically telling me that we had one hour to play. “What exactly do you want to know?”
This was a good start, but to get him in the right frame of mind would mean taking things a little bit further.
I surprised him by grabbing his package. He was going to deliver the goods and I was not about to take no for an answer. I was hoping that this would happen in a bed, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I want to know about your childhood and how you have come to be the man that you are.”
I pulled him down by the back of his neck, making him see me and then taste the tip of my tongue entering into his mouth. I’d always been considered a great kisser and when I pulled away, I saw that glaze expression and it brought to mind many a time that I had done the same thing to boys that thought that they were men.
“You are fucking insane to be here. You have a lot of guts and if you were a man, I would’ve thrown you out immediately.” He put his hand around my waist, his arm soaking wet and now pulling me into the shower without my consent. The hot water had my clothing soaked. I was doing a striptease for his amusement and pleasure. I looked like I was having part in some kind of wet tee shirt contest that had gone terribly awry. The only thing that wasn’t see-through was my skirt. It was bunched up around my waist. That really didn’t keep him from seeing the contrast between my colored skin and the pink color of my tight hole.
“You did that on purpose. Look who’s fucking insane now.” His arms were huge and his biceps were something that you would see inside those muscle magazines on the shelf. “I don’t think that you understand. You’re not going to get any of this, until you tell me something that is not readily known to the public. Make it good and I’ll give you a little treat.” This was a matter of negotiations and the way that I did things was a little differently than my competitors.
“I had two offers to join different NFL teams at the same time that I was getting out of college.”
This was not something that anybody knew. I rewarded him for his honesty by moving my fingers that were currently around his base. I was using the wetness of his own juices and that of the hot spray from the shower to guide me. I gave him long strokes all the way up from the bottom to the top of the head and over again. I heard his outcry of pleasure, listened to his heart beating, and then saw his cock head drooling something fierce.
“I could get you off, but that is not the main reason for this exercise.” I wanted to bend over right there, hold on to my knees and let him plow forward with that manly piece of meat. I wanted to feel it deep in my gut, as he gave me what his fiancé was going to take off the table. Once that ring was on her finger girls would curse her and look for any way to make him turn away from his vows. They would want to be that sensationalized story on any rag that determined that he had a mistress on the side. That gave me an idea.