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TV Sports Reporter Becomes The Highlight
by Unzipped (address withheld)
***
Rachel had always been professional in dealing with
athletes. A bad marriage and a few drinks changed all
that. (MMF, cheat, oral)
***
Rachel had suspected it for awhile, but when the
confirmation came, it was still like a punch in the
gut. One of her friends had seen Rachel's husband at a
local club with a blonde in a postage-stamp size skirt.
Rachel's friend then tailed the couple as they drove to
a condo and went in, hanging all over each other.
As a reporter on a national sports network, Rachel had
learned to be professional in dealing with athletes.
She was on the road most of the time, doing on-camera
interviews. And, with her looks -- a petite body,
auburn hair and cute face -- fending off horny young
athletes was a constant task.
Still, her reputation was solid. Then came the night
she found out about her husband.
She was in the bar of the hotel in which she was
staying, trying hard to drown her sorrows. The little
suckers kept coming up to the surface, though. One of
the players on the local NBA team recognized her and
slowly approached. He looked at the empty stool next to
her and said, "You mind?"
He was surprised when she said, "No." And it didn't
take long for her to start spilling her guts. At this
point, she was much more angry than sad. Dorrell
listened patiently and watched as Rachel passed drunk,
went right by blitzed and headed toward unconscious.
At about 1, she said she had better get to bed because
she had a flight the next afternoon. Dorrell offered to
see her to her room.
As they headed up to the 22nd floor, Rachel leaned
against him in the elevator. Dorrell wasn't sure where
this was going and wondered if she was going to make
the issue moot by passing out.
They made it to her room and she asked if he wanted one
for the road. They sat on the couch and he noticed how
cute she was. She was still wearing her on-air outfit,
a maroon jacket and tight skirt, just above the knees,
and a cream-colored silk blouse.
"You've been sweet to listen to my pathetic story," she
said.
"No problem, Rachel," he said. "The guy's an idiot."
"Oh, that's sweet," she said, reaching up to kiss him
on the cheek. They looked at each other for a moment
and everything she was ever taught about journalistic
ethics flashed through her mind. As drunk as she was,
she knew the minute she did anything with an athlete,
her career could be in jeopardy.
But she found herself drawing his face back to hers.
Their open mouths met and soon their tongues did as
well. She felt his hands moving from her face to her
chest. To him, the feel was of silk with the firmness
of her bra underneath.
They broke the kiss and he said, "You sure?" She took
his left hand and put it back on her breast. He eased
the jacket off her shoulders and tossed it on the
nearby chair. She sat up straight as he began to undo
the buttons on her silk blouse, one by one. Her smooth
white bra came into view. He slipped the blouse out of
the waistband of her skirt to get the last button, then
slipped the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it on
the jacket.
Both looked down at her bra covered breasts. She was a
petite woman and her breasts were average size, but
Dorrell thought they looked beautiful in the classy
bra. All of the shifting around had drawn her skirt
about halfway up her thighs.
He reached down and felt the silky nylon covering her
legs. She smiled at him. They both watched as he eased
his hand higher, pushing the material of her skirt up
slowly. He assumed she was wearing pantyhose and was
surprised when he came upon dark tan bands in the
material and then bare thigh. She was wearing thigh-
highs.
Most of the players in the league knew Rachel and I'm
sure all wondered what she wore under those business
outfits and what she was like in bed. Dorrell figured
he was pretty damn lucky.
A minute later, he was looking at the delicate silky
pink material covering her pussy. She had raised her
right leg and the sight of her thighs and the flimsy
little panties had Dorrell rock hard. Slowly, he
fingered the material, feeling her slit underneath.
She whispered, "You're gonna fuck me aren't you,
Dorrell?"
He just nodded.
She moved up and on top of him, straddling him on the
couch. His hand quickly swept her skirt up to her
waist. He felt the silk of her panties against her pert
little butt cheeks, then looked over at a mirror to
check out the view. Dorrell found the button and zipper
on her skirt and she stood to let it fall to her feet.
She stopped to step out of the skirt and slip her shoes
off, standing before him in her white bra and pink
panties.
"Damn," Dorrell said.
Rachel kneeled on the floor and went to work on his
shoes and socks. As she did, he peeled his shirt off.
She gasped at his muscular body and immediately put her
hands and mouth on his chest. While she licked his
nipples, he reached behind her to undo her bra. He left
it on her, undone, for a few seconds, savoring the
moment before he exposed her breasts.
Slowly, she moved her mouth down his body, along a line
of hair from his navel to his belt. She worked the belt
loose, then unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants.
Bring the pants down and off, she looked back up and
saw an obscene bulge in his gray bikini underwear.
Dorrell stood. With her staring straight ahead, he
slowly pushed his underwear down, releasing his massive
cock. She took the underwear from above his knees and
pulled it off.
She kissed and licked his muscle-bound thighs, making
her way to his swollen balls. He gasped when he felt
her tongue on his balls. She looked up at him as she
drew his dick into her mouth. "Jesus," he said, as she
took more and more of it.
Maybe it was being drunk, but she relaxed quickly and
took him deep. Dorrell checked the view in the mirror,
this small beauty with her flawless pale skin and her
sexy little pink panty-covered ass, on her knees,
sucking like a call girl.
Rachel varied the speed and angle. She held his hips
and let him fuck her mouth. Dorrell had intended to
stop so he could get into her pussy, but this was too
good. Rachel was actually moaning around his dick. As
he got closer, Dorrell tried to pull out or warn her,
but Rachel would have none of it. Or, rather, she'd
have all of it. She brought her hands from her hips and
starting teasing his nuts. That was it.
"Here it comes," grunted Dorrell. Rachel took it
deeper. Then Dorrell froze, his legs twitched and he
could feel spurt after spurt of overheated semen
pumping into this willing mouth. He thought he was done
as she eased his cock out of her mouth but another
small bit of cum leaked out and coated her lips.
"Best ever," was all Dorrell could grunt. They both
collapsed before Rachel got up to get them a couple of
drinks. Watching her tight little ass in those little
silk panties was enough to get him stirring again.
When she was next to him, they started kissing. He
could taste his own jizz, but that was OK. He quickly
moved down her body, working her pert little nipples
then heading south. Slowly, he hooked the waistband of
her panties. He almost hated to see them go, but go
they did. She was naked except for the stockings.
Dorrell went to work on her cunt, sucking the lips,
then moving up to the clit. He worked one, then two
fingers inside her and found her sopping wet. His
tongue was quick across her clit and soon she was on
the way. Dorrell slowly brought her up and over, as
Rachel grunted, then screamed, "Yes."
Rachel's eyes were closed but she felt Dorrell moving
between her legs. There was a moment of fear, thinking
about how large his dick was. But she was soaking wet
and when the time came, Dorrell gently worked himself
into her. They had both cum already, so it was a nice,
relaxed fuck, with her on her back and him kneeling on
the couch. After about 10 minutes, he was ready to give
her another load. She grabbed his back tightly as he
emptied himself into her pussy.
That should have been enough. Dorrell knew he should
have kept it to himself and thanked his lucky stars.
And he intended to.
However, at 10 the next morning, there was a knock at
Rachel's door. She was wearing a peach colored babydoll
and matching panties. She was going to grab a robe but
couldn't find it so she answered the door as she was.
She shielded herself with the door.
It was Dorrell and two teammates. On one hand, she was
pissed and the other she was curious. The curious side
won out.
Rachel threw the door open and loved watching the faces
of the three taking in her body. The babydoll barely
covered her mound in the middle and was cut up the hips
to show her panties.
"You are a bad boy," Rachel said to Dorrell. He looked
a little sheepish and said, "I know, I'm sorry."
"C'mon in, guys," she said.
Then, to Dorrell, Rachel said, "Your punishment is, you
have to watch."
The other two players, a rookie named Hakim and another
guy named Derek were sitting far enough apart on the
couch for Rachel to get between them. She got on her
knees and asked, "So do you like my outfit?"
There were a couple of "Fuck yeahs." Then hands all
over her. Derek slipped his inside the top of the
outfit and found her nipples. Hakim went up the back
slipping across the silk covering her ass.
Soon the babydoll came off and the panties followed.
For the next hour, Rachel was used by these two
athletes for their pleasure and hers. As Dorrell
watched, his two teammates fucked her in every
position, on the couch, floor and countertop. They each
erupted in her pussy and she brought them back up.
Finally, she lay on the floor with her head back
against the couch. The two athletes got on either side
of her, one knee on the coach, cock pointed at her
mouth. Rachel went from one to the other, sucking them
deeply and managed to bring them off almost at the same
time. Sperm streaked across her cheek and tongue and
dripped off her chin.
"You are fucking nasty," Hakim said.
Dorrell saw them off, but stayed. As she watched, he
stripped off his clothes and took her into the bedroom.
For 20 minutes, Dorrell drilled Rachel hard. For the
finale, he led her to the balcony. He guided her
outside, told her to kneel and in full view of a hotel
across the street, she sucked him off with the sun
shining on her naked body.
When it was time to cum, Dorrell had her open her
mouth. He watched as his load jetted over her tongue
and some hit her cheek. She swallowed eagerly.
That was over a year ago and Dorrell and his teammates
have apparently not told a soul. Rachel has never heard
any feedback. But she has made it back to their town
twice since.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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