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(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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 55