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DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey

Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Black, Gay, Group Sex, Interracial, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

thing Coach,” Troy shrugged. The thought of his hard black cock popped into my head. I paused as I tried to compose myself. "Is there something wrong, Coach?" Troy asked. "Just tired," I lied, "too many hours watching film and working on a game plan." "Well, get some sleep, Coach. Tomorrow is going to be a long, hard day," Troy said. Although unbelievable, to me he seemed to stress both the words long and hard. I stammered, the thought of me on my knees now playing in my head like a movie on loop, "Y-y-you too. I need my captain ready to go tomorrow." "I am always ready to go, Coach," Troy retorted, again me reading his words and the hidden meaning in between the words. Desperate to get out of his room, I mumbled something as I left before he could say anything else that had me thinking thoughts I shouldn't be having. ..... We won our first game handily, 88-64 and now could relax a bit before our evening game. As we were watching two teams in the other pool, including the first ranked Wolverines, Rhianna sat down beside me, much to my surprise. "Hi coach," she said, in her cheerleading outfit, her legs glistening in her pantyhose. "Hi, Rhianna," I smiled, acknowledging her before returning my attention to the game. Watching a team live was better for scouting than video at least that is what I found. "Where is Ashley?" Rhianna asked, I noticed she didn’t refer to her as Ms. Grisham like she had in the past. "Working," I answered, barely paying attention to the question. ... "Oh, I was hoping she would be here," she replied. Without thinking, barely processing her words because I was so focused on the court action, I replied, "She will be coming up tomorrow morning if we make the finals." "Delicious," Rhianna said, before adding, "Thanks, Coach." "No problem," I answered, before realizing as she began walking away that our brief conversation was rather unorthodox. I looked her way and she was chatting with her brother and I just shook my head assuming I was again reading too much into the conversation, as I probably had with Troy also. I watched the rest of the game, confident I had found a couple ways to exploit the Wolverines should we meet them in the state championships tomorrow. They too won their opener easily 91-53. The afternoon flew by and other than a half hour meeting with the players before our early dinner, I remained focused on the game at hand. We won again, this one a lot closer, 80-78, Troy setting up the winning points with a great pass. My stress level was through the roof as we blew a 76-70 lead with just over a minute left. Thankfully, we pulled it out and my emotions instantly shifted from pulling my hair out to pumping my fist in the air in jubilation. After giving a speech to the team about perseverance, I sent them back to the dorms while I watched the final game of the other draw as the Wolverines battled it out with the also undefeated Buckeyes. Like our game, this one was closer but the Wolverines pulled away in the last ...