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"No. I had never seen Victory before. But I don't care. No need to introduce me. Just wondering what all the stir surrounding him was about."
"Come on, don't be shy! - The excitement is about more than his moves on the field!" - Nadia
Despite Nekane's verbal protests, Nadia takes her by the hand and leads her toward Johnny—Nekane's heart pounds in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.
"I knew you wanted to meet him!" Nadia
"Ok, I'll meet him!" - Nekane
As they near Johnny, he pretends not to notice them but makes a bold, calculated move. With casual nonchalance, he removes his pants, leaving himself in form-fitting Lion briefs that outline a massive erection. Nadia makes the introduction, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Johnny, this is Professor Nekane Laureta—a new fan I saw admiring you!" Johnny turns and fakes his lady-killer smile at Nekane.
"No, I just had heard a lot of talk about your success in football and was curious...:
She couldn't help but race her eyes over his glorious body, capturing the massive bulge in the brief. She feels a flush of heat. "Professor, see something you like?" Says the cocky ebony stud. Nekane lushes, knowing she has been caught, and even now, she has not turned from the bulge.
"NO! I was just wondering if it's real—the lion's skin." Nekane flustered. She points at the brief. Nadia interjects, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Oh, they're both real. Johnny has an incredible story. He hunted and killed the lion himself in the bush and became a Zulu warrior before coming to California.:
"That is a fascinating story!" Nekane said. She tried to avert his gaze, but his deep, dark eyes kept her glued, powerful and masculine. Victory undressed every inch of her with his eyes, his cocky smirk signaling that he liked what he saw and was ready to pursue it!
See the proof," Nadia asserted as she pushed her phone in front of Nekane's face, breaking the locked gaze. "Check it out!
Her eyes fell on the image displayed on Nadia's phone, a photograph of Johnny standing in triumph with one foot planted firmly on the fallen lion. His body was already developed and very endowed; he exuded a raw, untamed power that was breathtaking even then.
"So brave, so strong, so developed, such manhood."
Johnny, enjoying Nekane's reaction, leans in slightly, his voice a low rumble.
Johnny: "You can see I'm much more developed and bigger."
Nekane's eyes fall back on the bulge in his briefs, which has grown even more prominent. She feels a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding.
"You can come for a closer look in the locker room after the game," the cocky black stud challenged. Nekane's mind raced with the implications of the ebony adonis' offer.
Nekane: (to herself) "I should put him in his place. He is out of line. He's so bold, so confident. It's exhilarating." "How did he get so confident?"
Nekane stammers "I... I can't. I'm married. My husband will be here soon."
Nadia interjects - Go for it, Professor. I can distract your husband.
Her thoughts are interrupted as she sees her husband's limousine pull up. Panic sets in, and she knows she has to leave.
Nekane: "I must go. It was exciting to meet you, Johnny."
Johnny has other plans. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close, and kisses her full mouth. She finds herself kissing him back, her body pressing against his, her desires momentarily overriding her caution.
Nekane, flustered and aroused, turns and hurriedly walks away, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. Victory flashes a cocky smile of triumph.
As Nekane hurriedly walks away from Johnny, Nadia falls into step beside her, a grin spreading across her face.
Nadia: "Wow, Professor, that was hot! Somebody is falling in love!"
Nekane: "It's not like that. I'm married."
Nadia raises an eyebrow, her smile playful and knowing.
Nadia: "Then what was that back there? I saw you checking out his package and kissing him back. You two would make a great couple. Johnny has a thing for older, married white women, especially shapely blondes - and he digs brains!"
"Johnny is handsome, so confident, and dangerous, but I am married!"—Nekane She turns back momentarily, her eyes meeting Johnny's. He has a cocky, knowing smile on his face. "He knew I would look!" (Nekane to herself) Nekane blushes and puts her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. "So dangerous," she mumbles to herself, trying to fight her arousal.
"I meant it about his best moves being off the field. Just look!" Nadia points towards several beautiful, buxom white women in revealing clothing seated together, most wearing wedding rings. One, a big-breasted blonde, has a large wedding ring on and wears Victory's jersey.
Nekane's eyes fall upon Deborah, and she feels jealous. "That's Mrs. Deborah Clark—a Professor like you, married to a wealthy doctor. She was very uptight until she met Johnny.
"Johnny dates them all?" - Nekane
" Yes, he has a harem!" - Nadia
"Hench is so cocky! I have to go!" Nekane
Nekane hurried up to the stand's VIP section - as she did so, she passed by the Victory harem section and felt a jealous Deborah checking her out. Nekane, in turn, glances at her as well and makes sure she sticks out her chest as if showing off her breasts are even larger than Deobrah's. Taking her seat as Gutxi arrived. She maintained outward composer, but her mind and body churned with the memory of Johnny. Gutxi barely acknowledged her presence, a familiar personal slight that fueled her quiet resentment. Her mind contrasted his insecurity-driven arrogance with Johnny's bold, confident moves.
Nekane's attention was fixed on Victory as she watched him dominate the game with speed and power. Gutxi couldn't help noticing her cheering not for the team but just for Victory - the player only. "Honey, You have never been into football? Johnny Victory makes football exciting." Nekane responded. She stood and cheered as the black stud ran down the field for an 80-yard touchdown. Her eyes were still drawn to the field where Johnny stood with his teammates, wiping sweat from his brow. His motion was a casual display of strength that stirred her body.
"You seem taken with Victory." Gutxi (thinking to himself that he does not like nor understand it) remarked with a forced smile, his tone probing as he placed a possessive hand on her arm. "Johnny's impressive, so strong, so dominant," she'd replied, "I'm going to get closer for some pictures of the game," she told Gutxi, her voice casual despite her heart racing. e was about to protest when his phone buzzed with a substantial client call. His attention shifted as he answered, leaving Nekane free to descend the steps toward the field, her pulse quickening with every step drawn.
She reached midfield, her camera in hand as a pretext, snapping photos of the players, though her lens kept finding Johnny, capturing his power and speed in action. He bent down in a huddle; she took a couple of shots of his sexy butt, the curve of his muscular frame a forbidden thrill that caused her body to stir with heat. ear the sidelines with the cheer squad, Nadia caught her gaze and smirked, murmuring, "Oh yes, somebody's falling in love." Her teasing words were a quiet jab that deepened Nekane's flush. She pretended not to hear, her focus locked on Johnny, who seemed to pretend not to notice the blond bombshell taking pictures but did, his movements carrying an extra edge of performance, as if for her benefit.
The game was winding down. Johnny was to leave the field early due to the lopsided score, but he had one last play. e launched a hard throw, the football spiraling through the air, but it bounced off the receiver's hands, veering off course and heading straight toward Nekane on the sidelines. She focused on her camera; she didn't see the danger until it was nearly too late, the ball hurtling toward her with alarming speed. Johnny reacted instantly, sprinting across the field with speed and power.
Time seemed to slow as the ball struck her squarely between her breasts, the impact jarring, popping open the top buttons of her blouse and lodging the ball against her chest as it knocked her backward. Johnny was there before she could hit the turf, his powerful arms catching her mid-fall, sweeping her up. Her heart raced, her eyes wide with shock and a sudden, overwhelming exhilaration as she found herself cradled against his chest, the heat of him enveloping her, the hard planes of his body a stark contrast to the softness of her own.
"You're my hero, Johnny," she breathed, her voice trembling with relief and something more profound. Her eyes locked with his as the crowd erupted in cheers for his spectacular save, though Gutxi, still caught up in his call at the back of the VIP box, remained oblivious to the valid reason for the uproar.
As he held her, Johnny's hands moved with a deftness that belied the moment's chaos, subtly unfastening the remaining buttons of her blouse under the guise of dislodging the football. The fabric parted. Further, her bra slipped off onto the ground with the motion, and her blouse fell open, exposing her large breasts. Akane's eyes widened as they locked with his again. You're my hero," she repeated, softer this time, the words laden with an unspoken weight, her body trembling in his arms, caught between embarrassment and a raw, untamed thrill.
The crowd's cheers continued, a roar of approval for Johnny's athletic feat, but Nekane found herself lost in the sensation of being cradled in such powerful arms, her eyes still locked with his, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Then a smirk curled over his face, his gaze dropping briefly to her bare chest with shameless appreciation. Those ok - they looked bruised," he murmured, his voice low, teasing, a bold comment that made her gasp, suddenly hyper-aware of her exposure. Her arms moved instinctively to cover herself, heat flooding her cheeks as embarrassment crashed over her, mingling with a forbidden rush at his audacity, his refusal to treat her with the reverence she was used to, a thrilling shock.
Johnny, sensing her discomfort yet ever the protector at that moment, curled her inward toward his chest, shielding her breasts as he pressed her against his mighty frame, the warmth of him a barrier against the world. Thank you, Johnny," she whispered, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the impact and the electric charge of his nearness.
"Let me help you out as he carried her off the field with effortless strength, her body still pressed against his, heading toward the empty locker room as the game continued behind them, the crowd's attention shifting back to the field. Back here, I've got my private area, a treat for being the top player. You'll have privacy," he assured her, his voice a low promise as he entered a secluded room within the locker area, complete with a bench, shower, and hot tub, closing the door behind them with a definitive click that echoed in the quiet space.
One person not cheering is a jealous Deborah. "That bitch!"
Nekane's heart raced, a mix of vulnerability and anticipation coursing through her as he set her down gently on the bench, her arms still covering her chest, realizing her blouse had fallen off entirely during the journey, leaving her in just her partially unfastened bra and skirt. The air felt charged, the small space amplifying the heat between them, her body still humming from his touch, from the bold way he'd looked at her, from the challenge in his every action that refused to place her on a pedestal but sought to draw her into his raw, unfiltered world. Why don't you try a dip in the hot tub? It'll help the soreness," he suggested his voice a velvet suggestion, his eyes glinting with a mix of concern and teasing intent as if testing how far she'd let him push her boundaries.
She hesitated, her mind racing with doubts and desires, the pedestal she'd stood on for so long trembling under the weight of his presence, but Johnny's voice softened, reassuring. The room is private, Nekane. No one will disturb us. You can relax here." His words carried a promise, a challenge wrapped in care, and she felt her resolve crumbling, her body aching from the impact and from a more profound yearning to say yes, to step into the unknown with him. he acquiesced with a shaky nod, her voice barely a whisper. Alright, Johnny. 'll stay."
Johnny turned her back to him, giving her a moment of privacy as he said, "Let's get you in the hot tub. I'll go get cleaned up." Nekane relaxed slightly, closing her eyes as she heard the shower start.
As the steam from the shower filled the room, Nekane opened her eyes, her breath catching as she saw Johnny showering; the curtain pulled back, giving her a full view of his hot body. At first, it was just his back, broad shoulders, a thick, V-shaped muscular frame, ripped and defined, his big, hard glutes, and the back of his muscular legs, a sight that made her body stir and her pulse race. Nekane knew she should turn away but couldn't; her eyes ogled every contour, captivated by the raw power on display. This cocky stud knows precisely what he's doing," she thought, a flush of heat spreading through her as she realized he was turning her on—and it was working. Nekane imagined her hands reaching out in the shower, one tracing up to rub his glute, then the other joining, a fantasy that made her body ache with lust despite her attempts to fight it.
Then the ebony stud turned to the side, a sight that surpassed even her wildest dreams, a legend made real in a way that left her breathless. Her mouth dropped open, and her hand came over her mouth, as did a big smile. Her eyes locked on the dark manhood. The ebony cock was so very long and thick and black - a deep jet black.. Nekane was stunned by its muscularity and the prominent throbbing veins; she liked the circumsized cockhead. He was better endowed than her black stud dream lover! She could not turn away, captivated by the visual impact, a stark contrast to Gutxi's inadequacy, confirming the raw masculinity she'd craved. It had an undeniable asthetic quality like a finely crafted artwork. Johnny, hearing her gasp, turned fully to face her, a big smile spreading across his face, knowing the effect he was having on her, reveling in it as he stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his body, his confidence oozing from every pore as he approached. Before her mind, the vision of her naked on her knees, reaching for his manhood, flashed as she stared at his big black cock.
"See something you like, Professor?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. His dark eyes captivated her blue ones, looking right through her as if he could read her every thought. Nekane's mind screamed, "He knows!" as he nodded, a smirk playing at his lips, confirming her suspicion.
'Yes, it's beautiful and handsome. You're my hung hero!" - Nekane gasped - "Nekane thinks to herself - "what did I just say?!"
"You like my cock?" - Smirked the black stud.
"Its umpressive! I must confess I never image a pen - a coclk (yes cock fit his manhood far better than pensi) could be so large!: Nekane eyes continued to feast on his big black cock,
"White penis can't but this a big black cock1" boast3ed Johnny
"So black cock really is bigger?" - Nekane
"Yes ma/am!" Victory
"But even for black cock you must be exceptional?- Nekane
"Yes ma'am! This is Zulu dick 0 the biggest of the big black cock! 14 and half inches!
The biggest and best of the Zulu dick!" Victory
"14 and half inches squaluez Nekane.
"My hung hero indeed." - Nekane/
How about a treat for your hero?" he added, flashing his lady-killer smile while twitching his mighty pecs, a display that made Nekane squeal in delight, a nervous laugh escaping her. How do you do that?" she asked, her voice betraying her excitement, the question a distraction from the heat of his request as her body's arousal grew, betraying her restraint.
"How about you sit up and let me get a good look at those great breasts of yours?" he suggested, his tone cocky, a direct challenge that made her breath hitch, pushing her further off her pedestal with every word.
"I'm married; I shouldn't," she protested, her voice trembling, but Johnny's smirk deepened, his confidence unshaken.
"I know. But you know you want to, and I gave you a good visual show! the black stud countered.
Nekane found herself sitting up on her knees, rising out of the water in the hot tub, her body responding despite her protests, arching her back to proudly display her breasts, her eyes locked on his. "You have some nerve! How dare you ask for this?! but you're my hero, so this ONE time!" Her tone of defiance, but her action of surrender, the thrill of his challenge overriding her restraint. "I do appreciate your showing me your big beautiful cock!" Nekane (what did I just say this time?!)
Johnny's eyes widened with eager appreciation, clapping his hands as he took in the sight. Oh yes, Ma'am. Magnificent! Best I've ever seen!" he growled, his approval a rush that made her heart race, though she thought, "The nerve of him!" even as she reveled in being admired not as a pedestal-bound trophy but as a desired woman.
Johnny: "Ma'am, you know what would look even better?"
Nekane looks nervous, giving him a stern stare, knowing he's up to another provocative move.
Nekane: "What?"
Johnny: "My cock in between those breasts of yours!"
Nekane's eyes widened, gasping as she tried to maintain her composure.
Nekane: "You have some nerve! Hold on, stud! I am married!"
Johnny's smile doesn't waiver.
Johnny: "You keep saying that. I am not some white wimp who has to beg.
Johnny: "How does your hubby compare?"
She almost gaps in shock at the question but finds herself answering him. He doesn't."
Johnny steps closer,
"And this cock, how does his compare?
You have some nerve! responded Nekane
Yet, Nekane gritted her teeth. It doesn't."
Johnny's smile deepens, his voice filled with confidence and promise.
Johnny: "Well, Ma'am, this isn't the kind of body that has to run to the bathroom to jerk off. You know what I mean."
He flashes a killer smile, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge passing between them.
Nekane: (nervously) "What should I do about it? am married." "I know about your harem - I am not about to be another conquest!"
Johnny - "Just another conquest? No way! You are the grand prize!"
Gutxi and Nadia reach the locker room and encounter Theta and Mary, who greet Nadia and let her pass to the back. However, the strong females extended their arms, stopping Gutxi.
Theta: "No jealous hubby allowed!" Both females smirking at Gutxi
Their bodies blocked Gutxi's path, their muscles flexing in a silent warning.
Gutxi: "Jealous? Nonsense, my wife wouldn't be doing anything with that black football player."
The ladies exchange a knowing glance, their smiles widening as they stand their ground.
"Then what's she doing alone in his private room with Johnny?" - Teased Mary.
"Probably having the time of her life!" Theta said, laughing.
"Hold on, that's my wife you are talking about!" Gutxi
Meanwhile, in the private room, Johnny joins Nekane in the hot tub, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Nekane looks at Johnny sternly, her body screaming with desire. Johnny smiles and twitches his powerful pecs, making Nekane squeal in delight and laugh. e takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply. Nekane kisses him back, running her hands over his muscles as they kiss long and deep. They break apart, staring at each other, and giggle before resuming their passionate kissing for several minutes.
Suddenly, Nadia enters the room, her voice playful yet apologetic.
Nadia: "Sorry to interrupt you love birds."
Nekane is startled and turns nervously. Johnny wraps his arm around Nekane protectively.
Nadia: "Her hubby is here, Johnny. It wouldn't stop you, but she has the right to know."
Nekane's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she realized the implications of Gutxi's arrival.
Nekane: Oh, baby, we must stop. am married."
Johnny's smirk deepens, his voice a low rumble.
Johnny: "If you want. But it's just going to happen later. hy wait"
Nekane grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, her voice filled with nervousness.
Nekane: "My blouse and bra are gone, and my skirt is soaked."
Johnny steps out of the hot tub, showing off his glorious body and confident and reassuring voice.
Johnny: "Try this. It's a clean extra one."
He hands her his number 10 jersey. Nekane looks at it, her voice filled with concern.
Nekane: "My husband won't like it."
Nadia laughs, proud of herself for stealing the bra and blouse and seeing it pay off.
Nadia: "He will like seeing you naked with Johnny even less!"
Nekane dries off and puts on the oversized jersey, loving the feel of wearing Johnny's jersey. Nadia leaves and goes to the front, and after a few minutes, tells Mary and Theta to let an angry and nervous Gutxi through. She smells Victory pheromones and likes the manly scent. She finds herself holding it to her nose, breathing in deeply, and feeling an arousal coursing through her body.
Nadia: "Your wife is fine."
Gutxi storms through the locker room, hearing his wife giggling and laughing. He sees Nekane next to Johnny, holding his powerful arm. Her wet hair is tied back, and she is just wearing the jersey. Her huge breasts sway, revealing that she has no bra on. Johnny is wearing only his lion-skin briefs. The massive bulge reveals the truth of his excitement and genetic gifting, an enthralling, horrifying, and intimidating sight to Gutxi. Nekane is glowing as she looks at Johnny.
Nekane: "Gutxi, this is Johnny Victory, my hero. He saved me from getting hurt with an amazing move and catch." She smiles at Victory, looking at him in admiration and arousal, demonstrated by her flaring nostrils. Gutxi sees her flaring nostrils but pretends it must be excitement from the danger.
Gutxi feels compelled to thank Johnny but doesn't feel it. The threat is obvious, and even in the presence of the husband, Johnny's looks at Nekane are full of lust.
Nekane: "I've invited Johnny to dinner with us on Monday."
Gutxi doesn't like it but feels compelled to grin and bear it.
Nekane: "Johnny, as my hero, you should come to the mansion for dinner soon.
Johnny flashes a killer smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement and desire.
As she drove home, Nekane thought about her encounter with Victory. Her mind lingered on his lady killer smile and handsome negro face. His sexy incredible body and that big black cock! His cock had left a lasting deep impression that challenged her to the core. "Indeed size does matter." She whispered to herself. Now, she understood the meaning of her fantasy dream. She began to understand their deeper meaning. They weren't just about the allure of Black sexual legends whispered in cultural myths, though that primal, forbidden attraction played its part, a taboo thrill that stoked her desire. This connection might unleash her suppressed as a reclaiming of her authentic self, a step toward the existential truth. Kierkegaard, her favorite philosopher, urged a strengthening of her true Christian faith by severing it from the social morality designed to control her as a woman. Johnny might indeed be the confident stud who unleashes her hidden self.
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