Hello all! Hopefully, this finds everyone safe and sound. i really hope you enjoy this story. it's complete fantasy and it happens in a land of make believe, where there exists no sexually transmitted diseases, and folks can fall in love rather quickly and easily. An HBCU is short for A Historically Black College or University. Some of my "facts" may not be so, and i may get a few things wrong regarding certain elements in the story, but im hoping you'll enjoy it in spite of.. im always good with healthy criticism so feel free to send it my way, but if you like what you read, please let me know that as well.
One year ago.
The meeting was to be held at a dockside dive bar called O'malleys. The notorious longshoreman watering hole had been around since the 1940's, back when the Irish mob controlled Local 2885 with an iron fist. Back then, would be ship unloaders had to go through the local's mobbed up business agent if they wanted to find work on Seaport Blvd.
Discretion was a prerequisite that all his clients required and this one that he was meeting today would be no different. The job wouldn't be an easy one. In fact, they rarely are. But his success record at solving tough cases was the thing that kept his calendar full and his bank account solvent.
Their meeting was set for 3pm. She arrived ten minutes early. He liked that. He liked clients that valued time. These were the types who always paid when they were supposed to.
When she walked in, time seemed to stop. At first, he mistook her for Kron Moore, the actress from a BET sitcom called The Oval. She strode confidently across the room to where he sat. He stood and motioned for her to take a seat.
After a perfunctory greeting, they quickly got down to business.
"Not only will this be tough, but it's going to be quite costly." He explains to his proposed client.
"Money isn't an object Mr. Curtis. As for the case being difficult, I do believe that I've heard that you're the best there is at what you do."
"I didn't figure you for a Wolverine fan." The now identified "Mr. Curtis" said.
"I'm not. I'm a Hugh Jackman fan. I'm also a very busy woman, now, can I count on you to get this done?"
"What makes you so sure that he's anywhere in this vicinity?"
"He's here Mr. Curtis. I can fee it in my bones."
"Anything more substantive?"
"I believe that's why you get paid the big money."
"And I think it's time I earned it. If I discover anything noteworthy, you'll be the first to know." Curtis said as he stood to let his newest client know that it was time for them to adjourn their meeting.
As he watched her drive off, it suddenly occurred to him where he knew her from. He had indeed seen her on BET before, just on slightly different programming.
Private Detective Jack Curtis chuckled lightly. This had the potential to go from a simple search and location, to a scandal of "biblical proportions."
Coach Mac and the HBCU
"Anyone ever tell you how absolutely breathtakingly beautiful you are?" Coach Raymond McNamara said as he slowly shoved his cock into the 24 year old ebony grad student laying on his desk with one of her feet on his cheek and the other pushed up against his chest as her tits bounced back and forth with each thrust.
"Umm, this massive white dick of yours is balls deep inside of me. You don't have to try and talk a sister out of her clothes at this point Coach Mac." She said in reply.
"I mean it." He grunted as he tried to slow his strokes in order to savor the experience. "You look just like Mone Divine."
"Who?" She asked as she once again creamed all over his cock.
"This really pretty black adult film star."
"Trying too hard." She tells him. "I've been at Carver University for seven years now. You've never paid me compliments like this prior."
"Read the room, Yolanda. Things have definitely changed."
"Tell me about it." She said breathlessly as she scooted her booty away from the desk edge. "I'm getting my back blown out by the sexy white baseball coach at a predominantly black college."
"I didn't figure that you were into white guys."
"I'm not, this is strictly business..." She said as she placed her palm against his stomach to slow his strokes. "But, let's be honest here, business or not, It's not everyday that you get to take dick from a man who is as pretty as George Michaels."
"George Michaels the singer from Wham? Now who's full of it?"
"I'm serious Coach Mac, you are the consummate pretty boy."
"Speaking of being full of it." Coach Mac said. "You are on the pill, aren't you?"
Before Yolanda could answer, the 34 year old head baseball coach and former major league ace pitcher showed just what he was "full of" as he released what must have felt like a gallon of hot semen into the birth canal of his latest Nubian conquest.
He yelled so loudly in ecstasy that he made Yolanda "Yo-yo" Washington cum forcefully once again herself.
After the aftershocks subsided in both of them, Coach Mac extracted his cum drained cock out of Yolanda's cream pied vagina. He then backed up until he landed against a wall a few feet from his desk.
He watched Yolanda slowly climb off of his desk. He marveled at her freshly fucked body. The 5ft 4 coed boasted a 40 inch ass, 28 inch waist, and 38 DD breast. She slipped her feet back into her platformed rubber soled flip flops as she searched around the room for her clothing.
Coach Mac looked up at the ceiling as if offering "thanks" and simply said to himself, "damn I love my job."
"Have you seen my panties?" Yolanda said as she bent over to retrieve her skintight volleyball shorts.
"You weren't wearing any panties when you came in."
"How could I forget?" She said while smiling. "By the way, the answer is no."
"No?" He said as he slipped back into his own undergarments. "No, meaning what?"
"No, meaning that I'm not on the pill."
"Jesus girl! Are you crazy? I'm a married man."
She chuckled at him. "Ok, "married man", had I walked into your office, pulled off my clothes, hopped onto your desk and spread my legs, and then said, "by the way Coach Mac, I'm not on the pill".
Would that have stopped anything that transpired over the last forty five minutes?"
"Just get the Plan B, ok?"
"Way ahead of you. My baby Alonzo is vey understanding, but somehow, I doubt he'd understand my popping out a biracial infant."
"Vert smart. And this is why you'll soon be known as Dr. Yolanda Washington, PHD." He says as he tries to press his mouth against hers, but she rebuffs him.
"What the hell?" He asked.
"Coach, I told you at the beginning, no kissing. We aren't in a relationship, and I'm not trying to be your next side piece. This is a business arrangement. And speaking of Alonzo, you are going to fulfill your side of this arrangement, aren't you?"
"When we play last year's Division One College World Series Champion Arizona on ESPN this Saturday, Alonzo Wells will be my starting pitcher."
"And you'll leave him in for at least five innings."
"That's our agreement."
"And when these major league scouts see him shut out this rich white university, that will be his ticket to the bigtime, and I'll be right beside him as Dr. Yolanda Washington-Wells when he signs his deal."
"Sound plan." Coach Mac says somewhat sarcastically.
"Raymond McNamara! Do you honestly see me as some gold digging groupie? Alonzo could flip burgers at Jack in the Box, and I'd still be proud to walk down the aisle with him.
I took his virginity the minute he set foot on campus as a freshman, and that was before I knew who he really was, or what he could really do. It just so happens that he's a hell of a pitcher and I love him enough to do anything to see that his dream comes true."
Coach Mac looked at Yolanda thoughtfully. He wanted to tell her that he was wrong. She really looked more like Lalia Ali, than Mone Divine, but he felt that she felt that he had already bullshitted her enough for one day, even though he would have really meant it.
He didn't doubt her love for underclassman beau. Alonzo was a very bright kid so he didn't think she was having to fuck any of his other professors just to keep him eligible to play ball, although; he was certain that she would have done so had the need arose.
If only she knew how redundant her efforts were today. Alonzo Wells was one of the best pitchers he had ever seen. He had the velocity of a Randy Johnson, he was as nasty as a young Greg Maddux, all rolled into the body of Pedro Martinez.
Why in the hell would she have any doubts of him already being penciled in as the starter for a game of this magnitude?
Suddenly, he thinks that he may know a way that she can unwittingly help him as well.
"What are you doing Friday night?" He asked her.
"Nothing. Considering that Alonzo will be on the curfew that you impose on your players before the game."
"Meet me here at around 7:00 pm Friday. Dress sexy."
"Ooooh Kay. And I'm doing this, why?" She asked.
He smiled. "I think I might know a way that we can also eke out a win over that "rich white school."
Chapter two: two hours later.
"Whose pussy is this?" Alonzo grunted as he slammed his dick in and out of Yolanda with rhythmic precision as they fucked inside of her one-bedroom off campus apartment.
"It's yours, baby! It's always going to be your pussy." She yelled out, right before they kissed deeply.
"I love you." He said to her after their lips came apart."
He didn't realize it, but his lover was fighting back tears. These weren't borne out of feelings of guilt over what she had done hours earlier, not at all.
She'd fuck the entire male faculty if it meant either protecting or promoting her baby "Zo".
When the two of them were alone, she'd often refer to herself as "mama". She'd say things to him like, "mama fixed your favorite meal tonight" or, "mama is going to make good love to her baby".
It wasn't driven by incestuous thoughts of any kind though, she simply saw herself as his protector. Much in the same way that it was said that Nancy Regan protected her husband Ronald.
She recalls vividly the first day she met him. Her as a senior, a leader in her sorority. A majorette as well as a girls softball standout and lastly, voted "most beautiful" three years running at the time. She was essentially the "Big Woman on Campus".
And here he was, a timid freshman, not sure of where to go or what to do next; just trying to find the science building and math lab. He didn't even realize how handsome he was. He was tall, 6 foot 4, chiseled, and at times, depending on how he was dressed, she couldn't tell if he resembled the actor Boris Kodjoe, or The Rock.
Once she found out that he was a virgin, she couldn't keep her panties on! He disclosed that information to her as they sat in the campus coffee house after she had given him a personal day one tour of the college and she had told him to "watch out for the fast ass freshman girls".
