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Shane Miller awoke with a start. Unsure of where he was, he forced his eyes to focus on what little light there was, before he realised that he was in the luxurious presidential suite of the largest hotel in town, a far cry indeed from his spartan surroundings at home. He definitely preferred his hard mattress at home to the softer, more giving material here, but everything else made him purr with satisfaction. He made to get out of bed and enjoyed the deep carpet under his feet as he rose and padded across the suite and into the equally palatial bathroom. Shane neither knew nor cared whether the taps and trappings were gold, gold plated or gold painted, but he got a kick out of relieving himself in such a richly appointed room. He was tired, but pleasantly so, and allowed his mind to wander over the previous forty eight hours.

A well appointed private jet, meeting with the current team, the made to measure memorabilia, the video the pictured him as part of the university, the amazing celebrity appearance, the freely available booze and drugs and the women, oh my God the women! Even to his well practised eye, he was unsure which had been paid for and which ones were there to try and snag a future All-Pro. Yes, this University was really putting the full court press on him, and he appreciated it, seeing as he knew he pretty much had his pick of any school in the country…and so did they. He debated having a sneaky cigarette, a precarious vice of his given the situation, but still better for deal with the stresses of life than drinking to excess, right? He washed his hands and made his way back to the bed, trying to remember where his lighter was in the deep twilight. As he bent over the bedside table to feel around for it, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand snaked around his stomach.

“Jesus Christ!” he shouted as he tried to stand up and whirl around at the same time, nearly falling over ass backwards into his pile of clothes. As he tried to regain his balance and fight the intruder, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t, in fact, fallen asleep on his own. Taking deep breaths and trying to relax, he heard a slightly croaky voice say:

“What is it, baby? Can’t sleep?” A figure stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes as she tried to make sense of the weird dance Shane appeared to be doing at the side of the bed. Shane briefly drew a complete blank on what her name was before he made the connection – Layla, stage name Candace – the hot as hell ebony stripper who had made it perfectly clear that what she wanted was to fuck him senseless, no strings attached. Her movements were lithe as she made her away across the bed and then got up, embracing him. “Baby, I thought we’d used up all our energy already,” she whispered in his ear, letting her lips brush against his earlobe, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. She was completely naked, and Shane could feel her nipples hardening against his chest as this Amazonian style beauty held him.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I just had to get rid of something. Join me on the balcony?” She moved her head back and regarded him, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“I thought you didn’t want no kinky shit,” she replied, her voice getting silkier as she moved into consciousness. Shane could feel himself getting hard again despite himself. Layla had made him cum three times last night and he really thought that he was all fucked out, but the feeling of her smooth skin and her breath on his face was sending all the blood in his body racing to his cock.

“Come and have a cigarette with me,” he whispered, remembering that he had left everything outside the evening before.

“Sure thing baby,” she said. He took a sheet in one hand and then picked her up, eliciting a brief squeal of delight as he took her in his arms and made his way outside. The weather was still warm enough and he sat down at the table, with Layla on his lap as she wrapped them up in the sheet. He picked up that packet of smokes and put two in his mouth, lit them and gave one to her. They both inhaled the smoke gratefully, and Shane could feel her regarding him as she made herself more comfortable.

“What is it, gorgeous?” he asked her, turning his attention from the night back to her.

“You ain’t nothin’ like I expected, baby,” she said to him, stroking his hair as she admired his body.

“What do you mean?” said Shane, a little surprised.

“Baby, we all knew that you were coming to visit this evening, and believe me, you ain’t the first high school hero we’ve had in the club for recruitment. Usually it’s wide eyed country boys or jock assholes who try to get with all of us as soon as they can. But when you came in we could all tell that you were different. Sober, respectful, thoughtful, maybe Sıhhıye escort calculating? You enjoyed yourself and so did we. Man, Jenna is going to be so pissed that you picked me, she was sure that her lap dance was gonna swing it her way!” She cackled suddenly, and Shane laughed along with her, even though he wasn’t sure why gr should.

“I’ll let you into a little secret, Layla. I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you. It just took me a while to work out that the recruiters had an – arrangement? Is that the right word? – with the club. Even I usually have to work it a bit to attract the ladies! But I can get blond bimbos wherever I go. I can’t get beautiful women like you. And you surely are beautiful.”

“You already got me, darlin’, you don’t have to keep layin’ it on,” purred Layla, quite clearly pleased by the unexpected compliment. Shane traced his finger up her arm, across her chest and then up her neck before tracing her lips and kissing her gently.

“If I don’t lay it on, it might be someone else telling you you’re beautiful, and that would make me sad, gorgeous.” Layla, quite unexpectedly, could feel her heart picking up speed as this high school quarterback teased and tantalised her. She wasn’t stupid, in fact she was far from it, and Shane wasn’t the first recruit she had taken to bed, and he probably wouldn’t be the last. However, he was the first who had treated her like an equal, and not a piece of meat who was to perform to their satisfaction. She took a final drag on her cigarette and leaned over Shane to stub it out.

He also had a final puff and flicked the remains over the balcony, pushing out a couple of smoke rings. Instead of sitting back, she turned her head and kissed him deeply, taking his head in her hands as their tongues massaged each other gently. Shane had never had any previous experience with an ebony woman, and he simply couldn’t get enough of how Layla felt, smelled and tasted. Despite Shane being six foot four and well built, Layla was almost his equal in terms of height, and her athletic body felt perfect against his well toned muscles. Of course she could move well, that was part of her job after all, but it was how she commanded the space around her that Shane found equally appealing. She was beginning to grind in his lap, her pubic bone grinding up and down his stiff cock as her pussy moistened.

“Are you ready for one more round, big boy?” she whispered in his ear as she picked up her butt and eased him into her. God, this boy felt good inside her! He filled her up perfectly, hitting all the places most of her other lovers never had or couldn’t be bothered looking for. As she began fucking him, her ass slapping gently on his thighs, Shane was amazed how good she felt. Her pussy fit like a glove, one that didn’t ever want to be taken off. His cock was alive from the tip of his helmet to the base of his balls when he was in her, something he had never experienced, and certainly not from his girlfriend, who was struggling to square being a jock’s girlfriend with her religious upbringing. He could feel Layla massaging his member with the muscles in her pussy as she rode him, and he let out a low groan as his lust continued to rise.

“Oh Layla, you feel so good! Fuck!” he moaned as the slap, slap, slap of her ass continued.

“I know, baby. You gettin’ another hot load ready for me?” She had her forearms resting on his shoulders, enjoying the contortions on his face in the low light of the street as they fucked. Layla could never admit it to anyone, but she loved riding white cock, with size obviously a bonus, and even more if it was attached to someone she thought she liked. This was another level though – Shane had already pleased her greatly, and she wanted him to remember her after he had returned to the back of beyond.

“I don’t know how much I’ve got left to give you, gorgeous,” said Shane. He was still very horny, but he had given her three loads already that evening, and wasn’t feeling like cumming any time soon. He also didn’t want Layla to stop fucking him, her luscious tits bouncing in front of his face as she rode him. As they locked eyes, Layla took a hand off of his shoulder and put it behind her back, moving down and taking his balls in a firm grip and massaging them. This elicited a longer, louder moan from Shane as the sensations from his cock multiplied, the cum beginning to warm up in his sack as they were manipulated by Layla’s expert fingers.

“How ’bout now?” she asked, enjoying watching him squirm, adding to her sense of enjoying and owning the moment.

“Oh yeah baby, I want to give it to you! Just keep going!” Shane was thrusting into Layla as much as he could, looking for the release he was craving. As she had already cum earlier that evening, she decided to have a little mercy on him. Giving him a quick kiss she pulled herself off of him, holding a finger to his mouth to keep him quiet. Kneeling down in front of him, she took hold of his balls once more, and began massaging his asshole with the index finger of her free Tunalı escort hand. Shane’s eyes went wide with surprise and he tried to move away, but Layla held him firm.

“Don’t you trust me, baby? This will be the hardest you ever came.” Their eyes locked, and he momentarily got lost in her liquid caramel gaze. Then he nodded and forced himself to relax. She rewarded him with a dazzling smile, and then resumed gently rubbing his asshole massaging his balls. After a minute she started pushing her finger into his ass, getting through the initial resistance and feeling the rubbery rim let her through up to the second joint on her finger, getting an ‘ooof’ from Shane for her troubles. Then, feeling around slowly, she found the textured hardness she was looking for as Shane tried not to writhe around from the duelling sensations from his groin.

Another minuted passed, and Layla had what she was looking for. Applying a little pressure, a small glop of pre-cum immediately popped out of Shane’s cock and she smiled like the cat that was about to get the cream. Leaning forward, she gave the tip of his cock a long, loving kiss, applying gentle suction to get the cream she was looking for. Shane was fighting the urge to buck into her face, the pleasure was almost too much to bear and he desperately wanted to cum there and then. Layla, however, was indulging her dominant streak, so she held his balls tightly while continuing to gently rub Shane’s prostate and applying suction to his helmet. Shane was digging his fingers into her shoulders as they fought a silent battle of (not) cumming – and he was losing. He had always thought of himself as the dominant partner in a relationship, but his relative innocence was being exposed here, and they both loved it.

“Fuck! C’mon baby-girl, please! I wanna cum so BAD!” Shane fought to keep his voice down, the struggle becoming almost too intense.

“You gonna give me another big load, baby? Wanna cum all over the big fat titties? Mark my skin with that white chocolate?”

“Aw yeah, baby-girl, I’m gonna mark you as mine! I’ve saved the best for last and it’s all yours, Layla!” She put more pressure on his prostate, loosened the grip on his balls and sucked down about two thirds of his bulging cock. She immediately felt the cum seething through his balls and knew the moment had arrived.

“That’s it, baby! Cum for me! Show me what you’ve got!” Layla was jacking his cock and massaging his prostate and Shane let go, stifling a scream into a growl as he came, an abnormal large amount of goo shooting out of his cock and on to Layla’s massive tits.

“Oh yeah baby, give it all to me!” Shane felt like he was going to fold in half as the previously virgin depths that his partner was plumbing was causing his balls to kick and hammer out as much batter as was left in his balls. A second and third rope of goo landed indiscriminately on Layla’s chest, making him groan at the sight of it. The fourth shot landed short on Layla’s tight, toned stomach, and after that it was just bubbles of semen that made small eruptions out of his cock has Layla slowed down and then withdrew her finger, sucking his helmet gently once more to get the last of the cum.

“How the FUCK did you do that, gorgeous?” sighed Shane, almost cross eyed with satisfaction as he tried to catch his breath. He regarded this ebony queen whom he hadn’t even known existed twelve hours ago, kneeling in front of him with the last of his sperm spread over her front, who was looking very content with her work.

“You don’t know even a bit of what I can do, baby,” she replied. She languidly scooped up a small puddle of his cum and sucked it down like it was chocolate from a fountain. “Mmmm, tastes good, baby. You been eatin’ pineapple? I’m getting my vitamins early today!” She took another dollop and smeared it over her lips, before licking them like a contented cat. Shane was half transfixed by what this Amazonian vision was doing to his mind; if he had been able to get it up again he would have, but there just wasn’t enough energy left in his groin to get there. Layla smeared a blob of goo on each nipple and then lifted one to her mouth, sucking it slowly while looking at Shane.

“Want a taste, baby?” she said coyly, holding the other tit for him to suck on. Shane shook his head.

“Sorry, gorgeous, but that’s gay, right?”

“You already had my finger up your butt, baby, might as well try something else. You gonna be getting this back home?” She bent her head to her other nipple and crooked a finger at him. Reluctantly, he leant forward and kissed her mouth first before they both started slurping on her erect nipple. It tasted weird but not unpleasant, and the sensation of both of them making a mess of her breast was exquisite. Eventually she dropped her tit and they exchanged another long, loving kiss, that was far beyond that of the usual one night stand. When they broke it off, she picked up another pair of smokes and the puffed on them contentedly, pretty much fucked out and looking at the first rays Turangüneş escort of sunshine breaking over the horizon. Layla chuckled at a thought and Shane asked what was going on.

“Baby, I get a thousand dollars tomorrow. That’s the deal with recruiters. And that’s why Jenna gonna be pissed! But you’re the first one I would have fucked for free.” Shane thought for a moment.

“I don’t know what to do with that, gorgeous. Should I feel good about that?”

“You should, baby. You know it’s a dream for most guys to fuck a stripper, especially one like me. So we are very selective. And we really only screw for the money. Me getting you off like that is because I like you, not because I get paid to.” She thought for a moment. “The next deal is getting you to sign here. If we done a good job we get a big bonus from the boosters.”

“Why are you telling me this, Layla? It ain’t making me feel any better.”

“Just wanna keep your eyes open, baby. Nearly everything you starting to do now is transactional in nature. You play ball here, you gonna get stuff. You start winning, you can choose whatever you want. You basically getting paid but you ain’t, right? And ain’t nobody who knows more about that kind of business that strippers. We ain’t dumb, people just think we dumb. And you treated me better than right. I like you, Shane, and I wanna make sure that you know what’s goin’ on if we get a good thing goin’ you know?”

He was thinking clearly now, and wasn’t particularly surprised. He already knew about the boosters and reflected glory. Hell, there were people back home making money off of him already and he still had a year of high school to go!

“I appreciate your honesty, Layla. And believe me, I have had a much better time than I thought I would. I already want to wrap you up in fine clothes and take you to dinner. And keep exploring everything there is to explore. But you know I live a thousand miles away, right? And I don’t even know if you’ll be here next year! Believe me, you’ll earn that bonus if I come back to Louisiana!”

She smiled at him, and it wasn’t a stripper smile. It was an honest to goodness happy smile, one that could have powered the town on its own.

“Baby, I believe you. We could do great things together, make a ton of money and fuck till we senseless. And I know what football stars here be treated like. As long as you share some of that pussy with me, you’ll be the happiest guy in the state!” They both laughed as they finished their smokes and went back indoors to get a couple of hours of sleep before the next day’s events. Layla had given Shane a lot to think about, but it could wait until the flight home.

When Shane’s alarm went off at seven, Layla was gone. All that remained was a fragrance that Shane would ever associate with her, her perfume plus sex plus the unknown. She had left a scribbled note on the table: “Best sex in a long time. Don’t forget what I said xxx” and her cell number. He was in the middle of his extended recruitment by what felt like hundreds of prospective football powerhouses, but he was pretty sure nothing would top what he had experienced here. He blearily got himself ready for another morning of hand shaking and back slapping, but in the back of his mind he was thinking about what Layla had said, specifically about money.

Now, he didn’t come from a poor family, in fact, he was pretty far from poor. His parents were strict but considerate, which had already given him the work ethic which his high school head coach was raving about to every recruiter who wound up in his office. But he had already worked out who was making how much money, when all he was getting was a promise of a scholarship and college football. Sure, this was fifty thousand dollars a year saved, but still peanuts compared to what all the coaches were earning, from high school and up. He wasn’t getting a cut of souvenirs, memorabilia, food, drink, jerseys or anything.

Sure, his teachers were giving him an easy ride, but he didn’t need it – he was going to get the grades for Columbia, never mind a football factory town. In fact, he was still half minded to major in business and forget about football. How many players made it to the NFL? A few hundred a year, and there were thousands, if not tens of thousands of players at all those colleges, convinced that they would be the ones anointed in the draft to earn those millions. But for how long? NFL – Not For Long. Everyone knew it, no-one acknowledged it, because to do so was to put a pinprick in the impossible dream of fame, fortune, and never having to ‘work’ again. What he really needed to do was talk to his parents about his doubts – his Dad usually gave him the best advice.

After breakfast he shook some more hands, got some knowing winks and high fives from the football team who were out with him last night, collected some more stuff and then had a quiet conversation in a parking lot with nondescript booster who outlined how they would make his stay at the University both comfortable and profitable. At least they were being upfront about it, he’d had too many nods and winks conversations with other places to be sure they would deliver on what they had implied. It gave him a lot to think about when they drove him back to the airport and the private jet which flew him home.