The times, they are a-changin

Dr. Gabriela Reyes-Santos was in a tough position. Then again, when had that ever not been the case. From an early age, she had harbored a deep love for sports and a fierce determination to excel as a student. Combining those passions would have been difficult in the best of situations. Attempting to enter the overwhelmingly white world of the American collegiate athletics as an Afro-Latina woman? It was like multiplying the difficulty by ten.

Yet here she was, Athletics Director at Rushton University AND the executive director of the Northern Arcane Athletic Alliance. The latter was only a temporary position - every athletic director in the NAAA served a term of two years - but it didn't take away any of the shine for Gabriela. She knew how hard she had worked, how many sacrifices she had made, how many stupid jokes she had laughed at and how many downright offensive comments she had let slide just to make it to this point. Of course, life didn't get any easier once she had made it to the top. From her first day as AD, she found herself in an almost impossible bind trying to please the donors who wanted championships yesterday and the academics who saw a winning team as an affront to thinking people everywhere. Every move she made seemed to stir the pot—coaches grumbling about lack of resources, students pining for the glories of the postseason, and the university board humming a tune of fiscal responsibility.

In this whirlwind of expectations and contradictions, Gabriela found solace in her own mantra: “If you can't win the game, change the rules.” So, she masterminded a playbook that celebrated victories beyond the scoreboard, where the true champions weren't just those hoisting trophies but those walking across graduation stages, diplomas in hand. Still, Gabriela couldn't help feeling like she was a ringleader in this mad circus of college sports, with its roaring crowds and silent libraries, trying to put on a show while making sure the lion she was dancing with in the ring didn't eat her.

So it was that on the first day of the fall semester, Dr. Gabriela Reyes-Santos put herself in another tough position - this time, in order to fit as much of Armand Reynolds' thick cock as possible into her tight pussy.

Gabriela knew that what she was doing was beyond crazy. If anyone on the other side of the doors to her office heard her fucking the head football coach, she wouldn't work another day at Rushton, let alone any other university. She also knew that Armand was trouble - she had been a coordinator in the athletics department when Armand had been a student. She had seen first hand the kind of havoc the star player could wreak, as he fucked his way across campus. But, sometime between noticing the massive bulge in his pants as he sat on the other side of her desk and climbing atop his cock, she decided she didn't care. If you can't win the game, change the rules.

Gabriela braced herself against Armand's chest as his cock parted her pussy lips, letting out a soft moan as she realized just how thick he was. She started to ease her way down his shaft, her lips gripping tighter and tighter, her pussy growing wetter and wetter. "Fuck, you're so big," Gabriela whimpered. The sight and sound of his boss struggling to handle his size awakened something in Armand. He grasped her waist with both hands and began moving her up and down his cock, sending a wave of ecstasy through her body. She looked like pleasure incarnate, head thrown back, mouth agape, eyes looking skyward. "That's right, take that fucking dick," he growled.

It was Gabriela's turn to take control. She pulled Armand's hands from her waist and started to gyrate her hips, driving his cock into every corner of her pussy. Armand put his hands behind his head, admiring the rotations of the slim waist and tight ass of his boss. The warmth and wetness of her pussy left him speechless. Gabriela glimpsed over her shoulder and chuckled. "That's right, papi, you're in trouble now." She was right - her rhythmic fucking was pushing Armand closer and closer to the edge. It was now or never for him if he wanted to turn the tables on his boss.

He tapped Gabriela, signaling for her to dismount. She smirked: “Had enough, big guy?” Armand chuckled: “Oh no, I just wanted to make sure you see my whole skill set.” He directed her towards her desk, then gently bent her over. A shiver of anticipation went down Gabriela’s spine as Armand caressed her pussy, ensuring that there was enough lubrication for her to take her from behind. He pressed the head of his cock against her slit, before pushing his length into her warmth. Gabriela groaned with pleasure as Armand filled her up once again. Once he had fully entered her, he began to pick up the pace slowly but surely, his cock gliding in and out. An orchestra of lust struck up as he picked up the pace even further - moans, grunts, squelches, skin slapping. Armand picked up the pace even further, causing Gabriela to cling to the table. He grinned - he had her right where he wanted her. He punctuated his relentless fucking with a series of deep, forceful thrusts. Gabriela turned back to get a better look at the source of her intense pleasure. The sight of Armand’s glistening member stretching her pussy pushed her to her peak. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”Armand didn’t need to be told twice - he put even more **** into his thrusts, trying to reach the bottom of Gabriela’s rapidly tightening pussy. A series of deep moans let him know he’d achieved his goal. “Oh fuck, you’re so deep,” she gasped, as another orgasm hit her. The sight of his boss writhing on her desk as he opened up the deepest parts of her snatch was too much. With a low roar, Armand extracted himself from her, shooting his load onto her pert ass.

As they both recovered and began to clean themselves up, Armand looked at Gabriela with an impish grin: “So, what do you think, Doctor? Do I have what it takes to be successful here?” Gabriela’s gaze still bore the last little bits of lust that had to them fucking frantically in her office. As she caught her breath, she declared, “I think this is the beginning of something special.”