As Jay Sands wipes his brow and grabs his towel he catches his reflection in the mirror. He is proud of what he sees. His tight workout shirt showed his flat stomach and powerfully built upper body. His shorts though long and baggy, still displayed his trim waist and muscle packed backside. His sculpted calves and tapered ankles give a hint towards his athleticism. His skin was smooth as milk chocolate displayed by an even tone throughout his whole body. Save for the gray hair through sprinkled within his goatee, he would look younger than his 39 years of age. His workout regimen and diet has kept him at a trim 225 pounds stretched across his 6’5” frame, only a few pounds heavier than his playing weight when he was an All-League Forward on the Men’s Basketball Team at Yale University.
His collegiate success allowed him to play professional basketball for 6 seasons through Europe in Greece, Italy and Turkey. He was a starter for most of those seasons and one of the top scorers in the league. His passion for success as well as his easy going nature off the court allowed him to well liked by his coaches, teammates and fans.
As a popular professional ball player, Jay never had a shortage of hot woman to spend his idle time with. Add to that fact his very good looks, intelligence, charm and athletic body, Jay had bedded many of the most beautiful girls he met in his days in Europe. He loved woman that were exotic, voluptuous and confident. His conquest included one night stands, ménage a trios and public sexual trysts. He loved seeing woman in their sexiest lingerie and often could talk them into taking pictures in various stages of undress. He kept a secret compartment on his hard drive full of photos of theses woman in sexy panties, bras or fully nude! He was a voyeur and an exhibitionist.
He was often able to get away with satisfy his kinky desire because to put in mildly he had the cock of God! His creamy brown cock was almost 10” long and thick as soda can from tip to base. His large mushroom head was very prominent even when he was not excited. Women would swoon when he would drop his shorts and often would do anything to fuck him a second time, a fact that Jay would often use to his advantage.
At 28, Jay reached a crossroads in his life. He was offered an entry-level position in a prominent New York Investment Banking firm after a referral by one of his ex-teammates at Yale. Feeling that he had taken basketball as far as he could, he knew it was time to move onto his next stage of his life. He accepted the position and retired from hoops.
He put his head down and he quickly worked his way up the corporate ladder. Just 11 years into his career, he was now a Managing Director and making over 7 figures in compensation each year.
Personally, he had met the girl of his dreams 8 years ago. His wife, Pauline, was a perfect companion for him. She was intelligent and driven having graduated from Stanford University and created her own successful marketing firm.
Physically, she was stunning. Her skin was flawless with the smooth coloring of caramel. She kept her beautiful brown hair perfectly styled in a short bob at all times, very much in the same style as Halle Berry. Her makeup always showed off her gorgeous green hazel eyes and luscious lips. She stood a statuesque 5’10” with great womanly curves. Her 36C breasts were still prominent and defied gravity even at 34, as well as having survived breast-feeding two kids. She worked out diligently as well and kept her trim 28” waist, but her hips and buttocks swelled out to 38” and display her wonderful bubble butt. Her ass could stop traffic and often did when encased in her designer jeans. Jay often found himself filled with pride when he found most men in his company mesmerized when his wife would walk away from them.
Sexually, Pauline was Jay’s personal freak. She indulged in all of his kinky ideas and fantasies. She only wore the sexiest lingerie for her husband including tight bikini panties, lacy thongs, half-cup bras, garter and stockings. She would pose for his photography fetish, even allowing him to take the riskiest photos in public. She had blown him in the back of cabs, allowed him to fuck her in a dark alley outside of a bar and even would occasionally frequent out of town strip clubs with him. She believed it was her duty to fulfill every one of his sexual fantasies.
From the outside, his life looked like a fairytale!
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“Seven…Eight…Nine…Ten”, Jay’s muscle ripples as he places the weight back in the rack. He has been working out vigorously for the last hour, trying to sort all that has happened to him in the last few weeks. Working out has always been where he could think and sort out his life.
As he took a break from bench-pressing, he flashed back to four hours prior, where he was blasting a thick load of cum all over his intern, Monica’s bodacious Latin ass! This load having been coaxed out his massive cock after having ploughed her pussy from behind vigorously on his office desk. He knew he was wrong in every way, but he was powerless to stop fucking this sexual goddess.
To no one in particular Jay said, “How in the fuck did I get here?” He rose up and headed to the showers to wash off his workout and his illicit affair
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Monica Sanchez was staunchly determined to change her circumstances. Born to Puerto Rican parents in the heart of Harlem, she refused to spend her life pursuing dead end job and getting caught up with men without ambition.
She worked hard her whole life academically never getting a grade lower than an A. The first time she had an opportunity to hear a graduate of Harvard University speak about their experience on that campus, she set her sights on getting accepted.
When she was admitted to Harvard and had received a full academic scholarship, she was moved to tears. Her parents were so proud of her that when they organized her high school graduation party they shut down the whole block and every part of the community came out to celebrate their best and brightest.
If her mental talents weren’t enough, Monica broke necks with her tremendous beauty. She resembled a young Jennifer Lopez. Her Puerto Rican heritage gave her bronzed completion and dangerous curves. At 5’8”, her 38DD breast, 30” waist and 40” waist made her looked she was built for fucking. Her lovely brown eyes, perfectly sculpted lips and sharp nose brightened her beautiful face. She was certainly a head turner and she knew it. In her pursuit of success, she was not afraid to use all her talents to reach her goals.
As her sophomore year at Harvard was winding down, Monica knew she wanted to get a prominent internship in a New York Investment Bank. She attended each and every mixer that was hosted on campus in hopes of creating a connection that would lead her to a great opportunity.
When she saw the dreamy Jay Sands speak at Harvard and speak about the opportunity at his firm, she knew she had found her mark. After he was done with his prepared comments, she waited for the right moment to approach and begin to execute her plan. Gently applying a fresh coat of lip-gloss, the Latina began to walk confidently towards Jay.
A gentle tap on his shoulder got Jay to turn around. What he saw was certainly unexpected. Standing before him was a vision of beauty.
“Hello, Mr. Sands, my name is Monica Sanchez”, Monica announced with her hand extended.
Jay still overwhelmed by her beauty, he was powerless to speak or acknowledge her hand.
“Excuse me Mr. Sands, I am Monica Sanchez”, Monica repeated.
“Jay Sands, my pleasure to meet you”, Jay said having regained his composure and accepting her hand shake.
“Thank you for taking the time to come down to speak with us today. I am certainly interested in the opportunity to work with you and your firm this summer. As a New York native, I would love to not only come home, but to learn from the best firm in the business.”
