My name is Emily, I'm an undergrad journalism student at Leeds university currently on my third year placement in New York City.
This story is about the day I got to interview the New York bisons, the varsity football team at NYU and boy was I nervous... My friend Sally, the coach's daughter, got me a slot with them.
I woke up an hour earlier than usual to make sure I looked perfect, my dirty blonde hair left down just touching my shoulders. I had seen some of them around campus, the boys on the team were impossibly good looking. I mean like.. Impossibly. Come on girls, if you were interviewing a super-hot football team wouldn't you want to look your best?
I was running early for once.. It must have been fate, usually i'm at least 20 minutes late for most things.. Maybe this story wouldn't be written if that were the case this day.
After a few minutes getting lost (the boys locker room is in a different block to the girls) I was so excited to find the room that I just barged in.
As entered, heads turned and I instantly froze. I'm not sure if you've ever been standing in front of 8 football players wearing only towels.. But I finally understand where the saying 'took my breath away' came from.
I'm slim, about 128lbs on a bad day, and a shortass at 5'3". Needless to say I was dwarfed by these men, and my head was full of inappropriate thoughts. .
"You're early" a voice came from behind me.
"I..I..sorry!" I stammered.. Turning to see Josh, the captain of the bisons (and only player that I actually knew).
He was slightly tanned with dark hair, and easily 6'3. I felt so small in his presence, but wow his chest and ab-
'OH MY GOD HES NAKED'!
The realisation hit me. i tried to look at his face, but my eyes followed a drop of water that ran down his chest, and I caught a glimpse of his dick just hanging there in all its glory.. I tried to pretend that it didn't amaze me, or it wasn't the biggest one Id ever seen (bigger than my arm, girls) but I was lying to myself.
I must have been the least subtle little girl they'd ever seen, surrounded by all these naked men, so much skin, so many abs.. I turned around to see there were now more towels on the floor, as their hungry eyes sensed my amazement..
So.. Many.. Cocks.
This situation had escalated far too much.
"Please excuse me" I spluttered before making a beeline straight for the door.
"Where do you think you're going? You are supposed to be interviewing us" josh said, his big arm blocking my exit.
"I..I thought you'd be clothed!" I wanted to curl up in a ball.
"If you'd come at 2 like we said then we would have been" I heard one of them say.
"Yeah, we've just got out of our shower to find some english slut waiting for us" Josh said to me. I didn't like to be called that word, not by a stranger anyway..
"I'll come back" I pleaded.
"Too late now.. You've seen us I think it's only fair that we see you" one of them said, I think his name was Matt. He was easily the biggest one of them here with arms bigger than my head, and his dick must have been 8 inches soft.
Josh picked me up with ease and brought me to the middle of the room
"No!" I fought.
"What are you going to do with me?!"
A pointless question because at this point I knew my fate. One of my fantasies or not, I didn't want to be taken by them. I wanted to get out
*whack* I buckled over, stunned. I realised I must have been clawing at them, red marks covered some of their arms. One of them had hit me in the stomach and brought me to my knees. There was no way I could fight them. This was out of my control.
"No!" I cried again, as my clothes were torn off.
"Please just let me go and I won't tell anyone"
Josh laughed. "Shut up, bitch. We've got you for 2 hours so just give in and enjoy. "
My hair was pulled sharply back. I opened my mouth as it took me by surprise... That was my first mistake. Josh's huge, now hard, 11 inch cock was shoved into my mouth, silencing me. I considered biting it off, but had a feeling that would get me into worse trouble. How were they all this big?
Sally always said how nice they were.. I'm starting to think that she'd set me up.