Chapter 1: Sacked

My name is Tony Marsh I am, or was a star Premier League footballer and I had played and captained my country regularly for the past three years. On this very different day I left the ground of Lingford United that morning with my agent Eddie Starr not believing that I had been sacked, or rather the club had torn up my contract. The only reason being, that I had refused to be transferred to the Wanderers. This was a clear breach of contract on the clubs part and Eddie was already talking to the chairman of the PFA and my lawyers on his mobile about the matter.

I am single and 24 years of age. I had in the past studiously avoided any female entanglements and I was extremely careful in the company that I kept. I did not have a drink or drug problem and had avoided being seen in questionable company. I had seen so many good players destroyed by the press as a result of bad publicity.

I had known for some time that the club were in big financial trouble and that they would have to sell one or two of their better players to survive. I never thought for a moment that I would be one of those. But I was certainly not going to join another club, which I considered for me for me was not a good move. The two main reasons were that I did not like the club set up at Wanderers and the second was, that I would have to move from my home, the house that I loved and on which I had lavished thousands of pounds to make it a home that I could be proud of.

By the time I arrived home, the news had already leaked and the press corps were gathering outside the main gate. I knew most of them personally and I asked my housekeeper Josie to send them out some coffee and sandwiches, after telling them that I would hold a press conference in about two hours after I had talked to my lawyers.

I was furious at the Chairmans actions, I presume that his dislike of me escorting his eldest daughter Rosie on occasions may have had something to do with it. He certainly did not seem to accept that our friendship was purely platonic, Rosie and I had never even kissed. Now in passing, the thought occurred to me that this might be some sort of revenge. Rosie and I liked each others company and she had asked me to accompany her to one or two social events when she needed a partner. I had been careful to ensure that our relationship was purely platonic because being in the public eye, I had determined that I would not get myself involved with the gossip columns. I had my own sexual partner which I will tell you about later, which was all very discreet.

The press conference was timed for two o clock and we allowed the TV cameras into the lounge to set up before hand, Josie my housekeeper kept supplying sandwiches and hot coffee to the press. At the start of the conference I made a brief agreed statement about the situation and told them that I was suing the club with the support of my union for breach of contract. During questioning, I was asked whether I would ever return to United to play for them again. On the spur of the moment I said.

" I do not know, I may never play soccer again professionally I am thinking of retiring from football for ever, to take up offers from outside football."

It was something that had passed through my thoughts a time or so, although I loved football and in my heart I realised it was not a realistic decision for me. The room exploded into a babble of voices, but suddenly one loud female voice silenced the chatter.

I was as startled as the press people and my attention was drawn to the source of the interruption. It came from a very slim attractive black lady standing at the back of the room. She was about 5'10" tall and dressed in a fashionable wet looking black leather suit with knee high boots. Her hair was tied back tight and I could see her large gold ring earrings she sported a considerable amount of gold jewellery round her neck and on her arms.

She spoke quite clearly as she waved a piece of paper in the air and then she spoke in a broad American accent.

"Yes that is right folks, because I have here a contract and I am here today to sign Mr Marsh up on an advertising contract with an option for him to come to the USA to make two films."

As she had been speaking she had walked to the front of the room to stand beside me. I was staggered by the announcement and at the same time almost overcome by her powerful erotic perfume she was wearing as I took the opportunity to sit down and have a drink. My agent Eddie stepped in at that moment and brought the conference to an end assuring the press that any further developments would be announced at a future pre-arranged press conference.

This vision of loveliness turned stood in front of me a big smile on her beautiful face. "Hi "she said. "My name is Jammaree I'm here on behalf of Alpha Productions to sign you up for a series of commercials - this could not have been better for us, you are much more newsworthy than before Mr. Marsh and we want your signature on this contract right now."

I laughed at her enthusiastic approach and I said. " Hi Jammaree first of all you must realise that I have an agent who acts for me and any contract has to be vetted by my lawyers before I sign anything."

At that point Eddie butted in. "It's OK Tony that has all been done and you can go ahead."

"But I want to know what is involved Eddie first. "I said.

"Sure Tony. "Jammaree said. "Can we have a drink and I will explain everything to you."

At that point Eddie said. "I must leave you as I am going to try and see the Chairman straight away and see if we can sort this out now."

Having said our goodbyes I took Jammaree to my living room.

I don't want to drink alone, Tony?" She said as she looked at the orange juice I had poured myself, but I never drank alcohol and told her so. She sat next to me and tossed back half the glass of wine in one swallow while I sipped at my orange juice, unsure how to react. I looked at her cautiously. She caught me at it and burst out laughing.

"Don't you ever relax?" she asked. Then she went on. "You look like a puppy dog that isn't sure if he going to be kicked or not. Relax. I'm not going to eat you."

"I may not resist if you tried." I said jokingly. I stayed where I was, in the middle of the couch. She chuckled and patted the cushion right next to her, taking another sip of her wine. " I don't think that eating,, is quite what I would do to you I hear that you sure aint nicknamed donkey dick for nothing"

I could feel myself blushing."Where did you hear that from? I asked "

Oh I checked you out before we decided to offer you a contract and it is surprising what I do know about you."

All of a sudden I lost my shyness and I eased over and settled beside her. She turned towards me to massage my shoulders to ease my tensions. She touched my shoulder and I jumped, spilling juice down the front of my shirt. Jammaree snorted.

"Put down the glass, clumsy, take your shirt off, and let's try the massage again. I'd rather work on bare skin anyway."

Flushing red with embarrassment, I handed her the juice. She put it on the table. Jammaree took hold of my shoulders and I jumped again. She laid her right leg across my lap to hold me still, her skirt sliding up to micro-mini length. My hard-on started to grow, but if she felt it she gave no notice. She started to work on my neck and shoulders. Although it felt good, I couldn't relax and enjoy it. I was painfully aware of her. Beads of sweat started on my forehead. Here I was, in proximity to a stunningly gorgeous woman and I was afraid to move, much less make a move!

Jammaree must have felt it through her fingers. After five minutes of firm, steady massage she stopped and half-turned me so she could see my face. "Tony, I swear you're even tenser now than you were before. What's your problem, for heaven's sake?"

You really want to know, Jammaree?" I asked. She nodded. "It's two things. "First, I think you're one of the sexiest women I've ever met, but I'm afraid to try and start anything because I think you'll deck me if I dare to touch you, much less kiss you." She watched my face, her expression unreadable.

"Second," I went on, "you're a black girl. A gorgeous black woman," I hastily amended. "I've never been with a black woman, but I've heard the stories. I'm scared, I just won't — measure up and I wouldn't want to disappoint you." I finished in a rush. I turned my head away, expecting either to be shoved away as unclean or slapped for my presumptions.

Nothing happened. After a few seconds, I felt Jammaree's gentle fingers turn my face back to her. I opened my eyes. The look on her face was tender. She stroked my chest and I was glad at that moment I hadn't skimped on my schedule at the gym.

"You're sweet, Tony, but you don't know anything about women. I wouldn't have offered to rub your neck if I wasn't interested and if I didn't want you to touch me." She took my right hand and laid it on her left breast. I could feel her nipple under my fingers through her top.

"And as far as measuring up," Jammaree slid her hand into my trousers to find my cock, caressing it and feeling it erect in her hand. "Your cock confirms your nickname donkey dick. It feels to me like you'll measure up just fine." Her hand started to move slowly on my cock.

We leaned forward and our lips met. Hers opened under mine, her tongue probing into my mouth as I returned her kiss. My left arm slid around her back, drawing her closer while my right hand gently squeezed her breast. She moaned softly and arched her back, pressing her tit harder into my hand. I slipped my hand to her waist and up under the blouse, her skin felt like hot velvet under my fingers. I found her nipple again and brushed my thumb over it as I cupped her breast and squeezed very gently. Jammaree moaned again and broke our kiss, throwing her head back.

"Go ahead, honey," she whispered hoarsely. "Suck 'em. Suck my tits. Bite my nipples. Go on, whatever you want. I love it. They're all yours, baby. Use me."

She pulled my head down to her massive bosom, moaning in need. I pulled the blouse out of her waistband and up above her breasts. She let go of me and yanked it off over her head, leaving her awesome boobs exposed for me, lifting them to my lips and repeating urgently,

"Suck my boobies, baby! Suck 'em!"

I dove down and seized her right nipple in my mouth. The plum-coloured nipple was stiff, like a long pencil eraser. I sucked and nibbled on it. Jammaree pressed my head down while my right hand latched back onto her left tit and twisted the nipple roughly, feeling it harden even more. I pulled on it and at the same time caught the right in my teeth and sucked air in past it. Jammaree's back arched and she groaned.

"Yes! That's it! Don't stop, lover! Bite 'em! Maul 'em! Don't stop for anything! Hurt me! Make me cum, stud! I love it!"

I didn't stop. I kept on, pulling, twisting, easing up, then coming back harder. Jammaree was panting, her eyes closed, her hands coming up to push those massive mounds together, her long nails digging into her sensitive tit-flesh. I shifted my grip and released her right nipple; she growled in protest. Ignoring it, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and managed to suck both swollen nips and a good amount of her aureoles into my mouth, whip lashing my tongue frantically across them as my hands squeezed her breasts even harder.