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enjoying the view. Do you want me to introduce you to Johnny?" Nadia asked.
"No. I had never seen Victory before. But I do not care. No need to introduce me. Just wondering what all the stir surrounding him was about." Nekane replied.
"Come on, do not be shy! The excitement is about more than his moves on the field!" Nadia exclaimed.
Despite Nekane's verbal protests, Nadia took her by the hand and led her toward Johnny. Nekane's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her veins.
"I knew you wanted to meet him!" Nadia said.
"Ok, I'll meet him!" Nekane agreed.
As they were near Johnny, he pretended not to notice them, but made a bold, calculated move. With casual nonchalance, he removed his pants, leaving himself in form-fitting Lion briefs that outlined a massive erection. Nadia made the introduction, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.
"Johnny, this is Professor Nekane Laureta, a new fan I saw admiring you!" Nadia started, seeking to stir things up.
Johnny turned and flashed his lady-killer smile at Nekane. Nekane beheld the most handsome face she had ever seen deep set dark eyes that captured her eyes and looked through her. High cheekbones and chiseled strong jaw display masculinity and confidence, yet with strong forehead displaying intelligence along with perfect symmetry and proportions. Nekane found his flat negro nose exotic.
Nekane did not know, but Johnny found her face to be the most beautiful face he had ever seen, an ideal beyond his dreams. Johnny's eyes locked with Nekane blue eyes and captured them, and she felt like he was looking through her and seeking her need.
"No, I heard a lot of talk about your success in football and was curious." Nekane nervously stated.
Johnny shamelessly undressed Nekane, with eyes tracking all her curves and licking his lips. Nekane thought I should be outraged, but I like the feeling of being openly desired and not placed on a pedestal.
"You teach philosophy, why kind?" asked Johnny.
"19th and 20th century European modern and post-modern with a focus on existentialism," answered Nekane, expecting Johnny to be clueless.
"Existentialism like in Kierkegaard?" asked Johnny
"Why yes I did my dissertation on Kierkegaard teachings." Replied Nekane
"I like his teachings on being your true self before God." Replied Johnny
Nekane was surprised and impressed. "Well, you have a brain to go with that body!"
"Thanks, Ma'am, and you have the body to go with your brain!" Johnny responded, flashing his lady killer smile.
She could not help but rake her eyes over his glorious body, capturing his massive bulge in the briefs. She felt a flush of heat. "Professor, see something you like?" asked Victory confidently. Nekane blushed, knowing she had been caught, but still did not avert her gaze from the bulge. "NO! I wondered if it is real the lion's skin." Nekane responded.
She pointed at the brief. Nadia interjected, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Oh, they're both real." Nadia proclaimed. "Johnny has an incredible story. He hunted and killed the lion himself in the bush, and became a Zulu warrior before coming to California." Nadia explained.
"That is a fascinating story!" Nekane responded. She tried to avert her 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. Check it out!" Nadia exclaimed as she pushed her phone in front of Nekane's face, breaking the locked gaze.
Her eyes fell on the image displayed on Nadia's phone, a photograph of Johnny naked standing in triumph with one foot planted firmly on the fallen lion. His body was already developed and endowed; he exuded a raw, untamed power that was breathtaking even then.
"So brave, so strong, so developed, such manhood." Nekane said, impressed.
Johnny, enjoying Nekane's reaction, leaned in slightly, his voice rumbled low. "As you can see, I'm much more developed and bigger." Johnny said, gesturing to his body.
Nekane' s eyes fell back on the bulge in his briefs, which had grown even more prominent. She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, and her heart pounded.
"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's offer.
"I should put him in his place. He is out of line. He is so bold, so confident. It is exhilarating. How did he get so confident?" Nekane wondered to herself.
"I... I cannot. I am married. My husband will be here soon," Nekane stammered as her body got hot.
"Go for it, Professor. I can distract your husband," Nadia interjected.
Her thoughts are interrupted as she sees her husband's limousine pull up. Panic set in, and she knew she had to leave.
"I must go. It was exciting to meet you, Johnny." Nekane answered.
Johnny had other plans. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her full mouth. She found herself kissing him back, her body pressing against him, her desires momentarily overriding her caution.
Nekane, flustered and aroused, turned, and hurriedly walked away, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. Victory flashed a cocky smile of triumph.
Nadia fell into step beside Nekane, a grin spreading across her face.
"Wow, Professor, which was hot! Somebody is falling in love!" Nadia teased.
"It is not like that. I'm married." Nekane responded.
Nadia raised an eyebrow, her smile playful and knowing.
"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!" Nadia challenged.
"Johnny is handsome, so confident, and dangerous, but I am married!" Nekane answered. She turned back momentarily, her eyes meeting Johnny's. He had a cocky, knowing smile on his face. "He knew I would look!" Nekane mumbled to herself. Nekane blushed, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. "So dangerous," she mumbled to herself, trying to fight her arousal.
"I meant it about his best moves being off the field. Just look!" Nadia stated as she pointed towards several beautiful, buxom white women in revealing clothing seated together, most wearing wedding rings. One, a big-breasted blonde, had a large wedding ring on and wore Victory's jersey.
Nekane's eyes fell upon Deborah, and she felt jealous. "That's Mrs. Deborah Clark a professor like you, married to a wealthy doctor. She was uptight until she met Johnny." Nadia teased again.
"Johnny dates them all?" Nekane asked.
"Yes, he has a harem!" Nadia answered.
"Not just that, he is the top male stripper at a high-status ladies club the Victory Club."
Nekane had a knowing look at the mention of the club.
"So you know about the club!" Nadia said, smiling.
"Not from personal knowledge! My head housekeeper just mentioned it before.
"You should check it out! It's called the Victory Club because Johnny is so popular with the elite women he became the owner." Explained Nadia seeking to stir up Nekane
"That is novel, but that is not my kind of place." "Hench is so cocky! I have to go!" Nekane said, pretending to be disgusted, but feeling impressed.
Nekane hurried up to the stand's VIP section as she did so, she passed by the Victory Harem section and felt jealous Deborah checking her out. Nekane, in turn, glanced at her and made sure she stuck out her chest as if showing off her breasts, which were even larger than Deobrah's. Taking her seat as Gutxi arrived, she maintained outward composure, but her mind and body were still hot from her encounter with the black jock.
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 could not help but notice her cheering not for the entire team, but just for Victory. "Honey, you have never been into football?" Gutxi asked. "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 responded while thinking to himself that he did not like nor understand it. He placed a possessive hand on her arm. "Johnny's impressive, so strong, so dominant," she replied. "I'm going to move closer to take some pictures of the game." Nekane stated as she stood up.
Gutxi was about to protest when his phone buzzed with an a call from one of the major banks he represented, seeking to avoid criminal charges and obtain a government bailout arising from the financial crisis they helped create. His attention shifted as he answered, leaving Nekane free to descend the steps toward the field. Her pulse quickens with every step she took.
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 few shots of his sexy butt, the curve of his muscular frame, a forbidden thrill that caused her body to stir with heat. Nekane stood near the sidelines.
Nadia caught her gaze and smirked. "Oh yes, somebody's falling in love." Nadia murmured to herself. Nekane's focus locked on Johnny, who pretended not to notice the blonde bombshell taking pictures, though his movements carried an extra edge of performance, as if for her benefit.
Johnny made a spectacular play, dodging defenders and plunging into the end zone for a touchdown. Nekane captured several shots of it. As he walked back to the sideline, he removed his helmet and flashed his lady killer smile at Nekane. She blushed and nervously waved her hand. His eyes locked with and captured her eyes again. He came over and handed her a blue rose.
"Professor, I give a blue rose to the most beautiful lady who attends the game!"
"Thanks, Johnny, and taking the rose." Nekane said nervous and excited, playing with her hair.
"The game is a blowout, so after the next offensive drive I am coming out of the game. The offer from earlier still stands. Meet me in the locker room and we can be alone, and I can show you what I promised!" Johnny said confidently
Nekane almost gasped the offer. "I'm flattered. But I am married I can't." Nekane stated fighting her body's arousal and desirer.
Johnny placed his hand on her face. "I know you feel it too our spirits calling out. This is not just attraction its providence!" He leaned over and kissed her, and she found herself kissing back.
Johnny pulled back. "You know you want too!' Nekane gasped, feeling staggered by the kiss and arousal.
Johnny confidently jogged over to the sidelines. Nekane eyes followed him, staring at his sexy butt. Then Nekane looked around nervously.
The game was winding down. Johnny was to leave the field early due to the lopsided score, but he had one last play. He 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 was focused on getting the next shot and did not see the danger until it was too late.
But Johnny with his Zulu hunter and warrior instincts saw the received responding poorly and picked up on the danger. He began charging Nekane saw him running toward her and looked at him like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming car. The ball zoomed toward her with alarming speed.
Time seemed to slow as the ball struck her squarely between her breasts. The impact jarring, popping open the top buttons of her blouse, lodging the ball against her chest, and knocking her backward. Johnny was there before she could hit the turf, his powerful arms catching her mid-fall, sweeping her up. Nekane's heart raced, her eyes wide with shock and 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." Nekane blurted out, her voice trembling with relief and something more profound. Her eyes locked with his as the crowd erupted in cheers for his spectacular save. Although Gutxi, still caught up in his call at the back of the VIP box, remained oblivious to the 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. Her bra slipped off onto the ground with motion, and her blouse felt open, exposing her large breasts. Nekane's eyes widened as they locked with Victory's 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. The only person not cheering was a jealous Deborah. "That bitch!" Deborah cursed under her breath.
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 okay? They looked bruised." Johnny asked, his voice low, teasing.
The bold comment 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.
Johnny's catch of Nekane was replayed, and the crowds on both sides of the stadium roared and gave Johnny a standing ovation as he carried Nekane off the field his powerful arms carrying her like a feather. Nekane enjoyed the feeling of his strong body.
"Let me help you out." Johnny said. He carried her off the field with effortless strength, her body still pressed against him, 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." Johnny 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.
Nadia picked up Nekane's bra and smiled, tucking it away, and watched as Johnny carried off Nekane. She opened her phone and sent a text that said "Come do your thing Johnny has made a big catch!
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 panties 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 take a dip in the hot tub? It will help the soreness," he suggested in a velvety voice. His eyes glint with a mix of concern and teasing intent, as if testing how far she had let him push her boundaries.
She hesitated, her mind racing with doubts and desires. The pedestal she had stood on for so long trembled 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. She acquiesced with a shaky nod, her voice barely whispering. "Alright, Johnny. I will stay."
Johnny turned his back to her, 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, sinking into the hot tub and closing her eyes. Johnny turned on some classical music Bach. "Bach my favorite had did he know? Thought Nekane 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 could not; her eyes ogled every contour, captivated by the raw power on display. "This cocky stud knows exactly what he's doing," she thought. A flush of heat spread 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 long, thick, and black a deep jet black. Its muscularity stunned Nekane and the prominent throbbing veins; she liked the circumcised cock head. 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 craved.
It had an undeniable aesthetic quality, like an exquisitely 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. He reveled in it as he stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his body, his confidence oozing from every pore as he approached. In 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 is beautiful and handsome. You are my hung hero! "Nekane gasped. "What did you just say?!," Nekane thought to herself.
"You like my cock?" the black stud smirked.
"It is impressive! I must confess I never knew a cock could be so large!" Nekane eyes continued to feast on his big black cock,
"White penis can't get this big, but this is a big black cock!" boasted Johnny.
"So black cock is bigger?" Nekane asked.
"Yes, ma'am!" Victory answered.
"But even for black cocks, you must be exceptional?" Nekane remarked.
"Yes, ma'am! This is Zulu dick! The biggest of the big black cock! Fourteen and a half inches! The biggest and best of the Zulu dick!" Victory proclaimed.
"14 and a half inch!" squealed Nekane. "My hung hero indeed!" Nekane smiled.
Victory's eyes locked with Nekane's. "How about a treat for your hero?" he asked, flashing his lady-killer smile and twitching his mighty pecs. This display made Nekane giggle in delight. "How do you do that?" Nekane asked.
"How about you sit up and let me get a good look at those great breasts of yours?" Johnny suggested, his tone cocky, a direct challenge.
"I'm married; I shouldn't!" Nekane 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 are my hero, so this ONE time!" Nekane stated in a tone of defiance. The tone failed to mask her action of surrender, the thrill of his challenge overriding her restraint. "I appreciate you're showing me your big, beautiful cock!" Nekane purred. "What did I say this time?!" Nekane thought to herself, shocked at her own words of lust.
Johnny's eyes widened with eager appreciation, clapping his hands as he took in the sight. "Oh yes, ma'am. Magnificent! Best I have ever seen!" He growled, his approval a rush that made her heart race. "The nerve of him!" Nekane thought to herself, even as she reveled in being admired not as a pedestal-bound trophy, but as a desired woman.
"Ma'am, you know what would look even better?" Johnny asked.
Nekane looked nervous, giving him a stern stare, knowing he was up to another provocative move. "What?" Nekane asked in a stern tone.
"My cock in between those breasts of yours!" Johnny stated with confidence and a big smile.
Nekane's eyes widened, gasping as she tried to maintain her composure.
"You have some nerve! Hold on, stud! I am married!" Nekane fired back.
Johnny's smile did not waver.
"You keep saying that. I am not some white wimp who has to beg. How does your hubby's body compare to mine?" Johnny asked, locking his eyes with hers.
She almost gasped in shock at the question. "It doesn't." Nekane responded, surprising herself that she would answer the outrageous stud.
Johnny stepped closer,
"And his cock, how does it compare?"
"You have some nerve!" Nekane retorted, but continued. "It doesn't." Nekane responded through gritted teeth.
Johnny's smile deepened; his voice filled with confidence and promise. "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?" Johnny asked with confidence.
He flashed a killer smile, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge passing between them.
"What should I do about it? I am married. I know about your harem I am not about to be another conquest!" Nekane answered.
"Just another conquest? No way! You are the grand prize!" Johnny earnestly stated.
Gutxi and Nadia reach the locker room and encounter Theta and Mary, members of Johnny's harem, who greet Nadia and allow her to pass. However, the strong females extended their arms, stopping Gutxi.
"No jealous hubby allowed!" Theta says as both women smirk at Gutxi.
Their bodies blocked Gutxi's path, their muscles flexing in a silent warning.
"Jealous? Nonsense, my wife wouldn't be doing anything with that black football player." Gutxi snarled.
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 him?" Mary teased.
"Probably having the time of her life!" Theta said, laughing.
"Hold on, that's my wife you are talking about!" Gutxi retorted.
Meanwhile, in the private room, Johnny joined Nekane in the hot tub, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Nekane looked at Johnny sternly, her body screaming with desire. Johnny smiled and twitched his powerful pecs, making Nekane laugh and squeal in delight. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Nekane kissed him back long and deep, running her hands over his muscles. They broke apart, staring at each other and giggling, before resuming their passionate kiss for several minutes.
Suddenly, Nadia entered the room, her voice playful yet apologetic.
"Sorry to interrupt you, love birds." Nadia said with a smile.
Nekane, startled, turns nervously. Johnny wrapped his arm around Nekane protectively.
"Her husband is here, Johnny. It wouldn't stop you, but she has the right to know." Nadia said as she turned toward Nekane.
Nekane's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she realized the implications of Gutxi's arrival.
"Oh, baby, we must stop." I am married." Nekane said.
Johnny's smirk deepened, his voice a low rumble. "Baby, if you want. You have a body built for black cock this black cock! It's going to happen. Why wait? "Johnny challenged.
Nekane gazed down at his beautiful cock again, and then forced herself to tear her gaze away as she climbed out of the hot tub. Nekane grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her voice filled with nervousness.
"My blouse and bra are gone, and my skirt is soaked." Nekane exclaimed.
Johnny stepped out of the hot tub, showing off his glorious body.
"Try this. It's a clean extra one." Johnny said reassuringly.
He handed her his number 10 jersey. Nekane looked at it, her voice filled with concern.
"My husband won't like it." Nekane nervously responded.
Nadia laughed, proud of herself for stealing the bra and blouse and seeing it pay off.
"He will like seeing you naked with Johnny even less!" Nadia responded.
Nekane dried off and wore the oversized jersey, loving the feel of wearing his clothes. She smelled his pheromones and liked the manly scent. She found herself holding it to her nose, breathing deeply, and feeling arousal coursing through her body. Nadia left and went to the front, and after a few minutes, told Mary and Theta to let an angry and nervous Gutxi through.
"Your wife is fine," Nadia said.
Gutxi stormed through the locker room, hearing his wife giggling and laughing. He saw Nekane next to Johnny, holding his powerful arm. Her wet hair was tied back, and she was just wearing the jersey. Her huge breasts swayed, revealing she had no bra on. Johnny was only wearing his lion-skin briefs. The massive bulge revealed the truth of his excitement and genetic gifting, an enthralling, horrifying, and intimidating sight to Gutxi. Nekane was glowing as she looked at Johnny.
"Gutxi, this is Johnny Victory, my hero. He saved me from getting hurt with an amazing move and catch." Nekane said excitedly. She smiled at Victory, looking at him in admiration and arousal. Gutxi saw her flaring nostrils, but pretended they were adrenaline from the danger.
"Johnny, thanks for helping my wife. I was told it was an impressive move." Gutxi stated, reluctantly disgusted at the idea that this black thug touched his wife. The threat was obvious, and even in the presence of the husband, Johnny looked at Nekane full of lust.
"I've invited Johnny to dinner with us on Monday." Nekane proclaimed.
"Naturally." Gutxi responded. He does not like it, but feels the need to grin and bear it.
Johnny flashed 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 deep impression that challenged her to the core.
"Yes, ma'am!" Victory answered.
"But even for black cock you must be exceptional?" Nekane remarked.
"Yes, ma'am! This is Zulu dick! The biggest of the big black cock! Fourteen and a half inches! The biggest and best of the Zulu dick!" Victory proclaimed.
"14 and a half inch!" squealed Nekane. "My hung hero indeed!" Nekane smiled.
Victory's eyes locked with Nekane's. "How about a treat for your hero?" he asked, flashing his lady-killer smile and twitching his mighty pecs. This display made Nekane giggle in delight. "How do you do that?" Nekane asked.
"How about you sit up and let me get a good look at those great breasts of yours?" Johnny suggested, his tone cocky, a direct challenge.
"I'm married; I shouldn't!" Nekane 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 are my hero, so this ONE time!" Nekane stated in a tone of defiance.
The tone failed to mask her action of surrender, the thrill of his challenge overriding her restraint. "I do appreciate you're showing me your big, beautiful cock!" Nekane purred. "What did I say this time?!" Nekane thought to herself, shocked at her own words of lust.
Johnny's eyes widened with eager appreciation, clapping his hands as he took in the sight. "Oh yes, ma'am. Magnificent! Best I have ever seen! "He growled, his approval a rush that made her heart race. "The nerve of him!" Nekane thought to herself, even as she reveled in being admired not as a pedestal-bound trophy, but as a desired woman.
"Ma'am, you know what would look even better?" Johnny asked.
Nekane looked nervous, giving him a stern stare, knowing he was up to another provocative move. "What?" Nekane asked in a stern tone.
"My cock in between those breasts of yours!" Johnny stated with confidence and a big smile.
Nekane's eyes widened, gasping as she tried to maintain her composure.
"You have some nerve! Hold on, stud! I am married!" Nekane fired back.
Johnny's smile did not waver.
"You keep saying that. I am not some white wimp who has to beg. How does your hubby's body compare to mine?" Johnny asked, locking his eyes with hers.
She almost gasped in shock at the question. "It doesn't." Nekane responded, surprising herself that she would answer the outrageous stud.
Johnny stepped closer,
"And his cock, how does it compare?"
"You have some nerve!" Nekane retorted but continued. "It doesn't." Nekane responded through gritted teeth.
Johnny's smile deepened; his voice filled with confidence and promise. "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?" Johnny asked with confidence.
He flashed a killer smile, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge passing between them.
"What should I do about it? I am married. I know about your harem I am not about to be another conquest!" Nekane answered.
"Just another conquest? No way! You are the grand prize!" Johnny earnestly stated.
Gutxi and Nadia reach the locker room and encounter Theta and Mary, members of Johnny's harem, who greet Nadia and allow her to pass. However, the strong females extended their arms, stopping Gutxi.
"No jealous hubby allowed!" Theta says as both women smirk at Gutxi.
Their bodies blocked Gutxi's path, their muscles flexing in a silent warning.
"Jealous? Nonsense, my wife wouldn't be doing anything with that black football player." Gutxi snarled.
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 him?" Mary teased.
"Probably having the time of her life!" Theta said, laughing.
"Hold on, that's my wife you are talking about!" Gutxi retorted.
Meanwhile, in the private room, Johnny joined Nekane in the hot tub, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Nekane looked at Johnny sternly, her body screaming with desire. Johnny smiled and twitched his powerful pecs, making Nekane laugh and squeal in delight. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Nekane kissed him back long and deep, running her hands over his muscles. They broke apart, staring at each other and giggling before resuming their passionate kiss for several minutes.
Suddenly, Nadia entered the room, her voice playful yet apologetic.
"Sorry to interrupt you love birds." Nadia said with a smile.
Nekane, startled, turns nervously. Johnny wrapped his arm around Nekane protectively.
"Her husband is here, Johnny. It wouldn't stop you, but she has the right to know." Nadia said as she turned toward Nekane.
Nekane's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she realized the implications of Gutxi's arrival.
"Oh, baby, we must stop." I am married." Nekane said.
Johnny's smirk deepened, his voice a low rumble. "Baby, if you want. You have a body built for black cock this black cock! It's going to happen. Why wait? "Johnny challenged.
Nekane gazed down at his beautiful cock again, and then forced herself to tear her gaze away as she climbed out of the hot tub. Nekane grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her voice filled with nervousness.
"My blouse and bra are gone, and my skirt is soaked." Nekane exclaimed.
Johnny stepped out of the hot tub, showing off his glorious body.
"Try this. It's a clean extra one." Johnny said reassuringly.
He handed her his number 10 jersey. Nekane looked at it, her voice filled with concern.
"My husband won't like it." Nekane nervously responded.
Nadia laughed, proud of herself for stealing the bra and blouse and seeing it pay off.
"He will like seeing you naked with Johnny even less!" Nadia responded.
Nekane dried off and wore the oversized jersey, loving the feel of wearing his clothes. She smelled his pheromones and liked the manly scent. She found herself holding it to her nose, breathing in deeply, and feeling arousal coursing through her body. Nadia left and went to the front, and after a few minutes, told Mary and Theta to let an angry and nervous Gutxi through.
"Your wife is fine," Nadia said.
Gutxi stormed through the locker room, hearing his wife giggling and laughing. He saw Nekane next to Johnny, holding his powerful arm. Her wet hair was tied back, and she was just wearing the jersey. Her huge breasts swayed, revealing that she had no bra on. Johnny was only wearing his lion-skin briefs. The massive bulge revealed the truth of his excitement and genetic gifting, an enthralling, horrifying, and intimidating sight to Gutxi. Nekane was glowing as she looked at Johnny.
"Gutxi, this is Johnny Victory, my hero. He saved me from getting hurt with an amazing move and catch." Nekane said excitedly. She smiled at Victory, looking at him in admiration and arousal. Gutxi saw her flaring nostrils but pretended they were adrenaline from the danger.
"Johnny, thanks for helping my wife. I was told it was an impressive move." Gutxi stated, reluctantly disgusted at the idea that this black thug touched his wife. The threat was obvious, and even in the presence of the husband, Johnny looked at Nekane full of lust.
"I've invited Johnny to dinner with us on Monday." Nekane proclaimed.
"Naturally." Gutxi responded. He does not like it but feels the need to grin and bear it.
Johnny flashed 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 deep impression that challenged her to the core.
"Indeed, size does matter," Nekane whispered to herself.
Now, she understood the deeper meaning of her dream. It was not 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 Ness 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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