I am hopelessly in lust with Cory, a professional sexfighter at SFW (Sex Fights for Women), an exclusive, private sexfight club. My sexual nature is that of a “submissive exhibitionist,” but I can be dominant under the right circumstances. When Margot, a woman I wrestled previously, presented me with an opportunity to sexfight Cory, I couldn’t resist. I signed a waiver, and a contract stating: the loser of the fight has to perform virtually any sex act the winner desires. I tell about it in, “Adventures With Cory 2.” There are some restrictions, but that’s the premise for all their fights. They are strictly grappling matches – no punching, kicking, or striking of any kind. Due to liability concerns, deliberate infliction of pain is prohibited, but with the understanding, sometimes fighting hurts. It is a fight after all. Nothing is scripted.
Cory’s beauty and upbeat personality take my breath away…and she knows it. I loved the idea of having sex with her in front of other women. She is a stunning, slender woman who stands just over five feet tall. The way I saw it, I wasn’t taking any risk at all. I’d have my way with her, and make a lot of money in the process. Right…I ended up naked in the corner of a boxing ring with three limbs tied to the ropes and commanded by Cory to suck another man’s cock while jerking off. It all took place in front of over 100 very wealthy women who cheered and applauded my demise.
Giving a guy a blow job was a scenario I hadn’t considered when I signed the contract. My contracted pay wasn’t dependent upon victory. I’d get paid win or lose, as long as I performed the tasks demanded of me in the event of a loss. I lost…but I got paid…like…fifteen grand, and I added a lot more in tips. I underestimated Cory’s strength and speed, and I wasn’t unaware of her exceptional grappling skills. She had little problem handling a man half again her size.
Had I won the match, Cory and Margot agreed to have dinner with me with the likelihood of a threesome for dessert. Margot is a gorgeous club wrestler I wrestled about a year ago under different circumstances (“The Beginning (Adventures With Cory”). After Cory beat me, Margot declined dinner, but Cory was still interested. She gave me her card and told me to call.
As much as I was drawn to Cory, she intimidated me. Calling her neared victimhood due to procrastination, but…I couldn’t resist the opportunity to know her. Hesitantly, I pulled her card from my wallet and punched in her number. After the second ring, she answered the phone.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite cocksucker.”
I almost hung up without saying a word. How did she know it was me calling? Disconnected thoughts swirled through my head. She must’ve gotten my number from Margot and programmed it into her phone.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to call,” she said. “What took you so long? Are you afraid of me?”
I was speechless.
“So, where are you taking me for dinner?”
Her confidence startled me. Unsure of how to respond, I said, “Wha…what would you prefer…Italian, Ga…Greek…or m-maybe French?”
“Not French,” she said. “Not a big fan of Greek. Let’s do Italian. Pick me up at my house. It might be a bit of a drive depending on where you live. I’ll text you directions.”
I said, “O…okay, Italian it is.”
I felt like a fool.
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Driving through the hills above the city to Cory’s house was new and exciting. Bordered by mature forest, the winding road meandered along the ridgeline for about 15 miles. Driveways were sparse, and only on the right side of the road. Peeks at the city below the mountain were few and far between, but I caught occasional glimpses of extravagant homes tucked into the woods. I finally came to a wide turn-around at the end of the road, and there was her fire number. The view down her gated driveway didn’t reveal her house, but the gates were open, so I drove in.
Butterflies fluttered in my belly, and a little voice in my head said, “You are way out of your league here boy.”
The terrain was rugged, and steep, with old-growth hardwoods and conifers – a magical setting, like no one ever set foot there before.
The driveway finally opened up to her home. Surprisingly, it was a relatively modest, but enchanting house with rough-sawn siding and cedar shake roof like you’d expect of a backwoods cabin. Naturalized areas of wildflowers extended from the house into the woods, and a small, irregular yard blended with the forest.
I parked in front of the house. Cory opened the door wearing a short, slinky, low-cut, little black dress. My heart raced as I got out of my car and walked up the steps to her deck. We looked at each other smiling, laughing as we said hello and hugged. She grabbed my hand. “Come in,” she said. “I’ll show you my place.”
Cory is petite and feminine, short and slim, toned with long shapely legs, and perfect small breasts. Shag-cut, blondish hair framed her face, while pearlescent earrings and necklace accented the depth of her blue eyes. A neutral shade of lipstick and a touch of mascara accentuated her delicate features.
Though relatively modest, her three-bedroom home is spacious, with warm earth tones, custom wood furnishings, and a floor-to-ceiling, fieldstone fireplace, all of which screamed of rustic elegance. She led me to a three-sided, octagonal bay window extending across the entire width of the kitchen/dining area. I was taken aback by the magnificent view of the city sprawled below the mountain. She told me she owns forty acres bordering the state forest, and she’d never have close neighbors. Her home fit perfectly into the setting like it grew there.
She pointed to a trail leading down a hill away from the house. “Next time you’re here, I’ll show you the spring-fed pond at the base of the hill. Sometimes, you can watch trout feeding on the surface. Do you like to fish?”
“Love it.”
“So do I,” she responded.
Next time I’m here? I liked that.
We arrived at her bedroom. The hickory headboard on her king-sized bed stood out with its gnarly grain and abstract shapes of mixed woods inlaid across the center of it.
“Your place is gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ve had it almost five years, and I’ve put a lot into it. The seclusion is priceless…I’m sorry; can I get you something to drink…beer…wine…cocktail? Have we got time?”
“We’re good on time. I’ll have a beer, please.”
“Oh good,” she said. “You ordered a beer at the club after our match, so I thought I’d get you something special. I don’t drink beer, but I asked the guy at the liquor store what I should buy. He said it’s a heavy, hoppy beer – his most popular Bavarian import. Wanna try it?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Would you like a glass?”
“Yes please.”
I looked around her bedroom – a hardwood floor with a rug of mixed earth tones extending out from under the bed, a door to the bathroom, a couple of colorful, abstract paintings, custom log nightstands, vertical blinds across one wall, and big screen TV on the wall facing the foot of the bed.
Cory returned with a glass of wine and handed me my beer. She opened the vertical blinds and led me through a sliding door into a three-season room. Screens kept the bugs away, and we had that amazing view of the city.
It was a warm, clear evening with barely a wisp of a breeze. We sat on the couch and talked as the sun set over the city. Our senses of humor seemed cut from the same cloth. We talked about fishing and discovered things we like and share. She told me about her parents who were killed in a car accident. It was a tender moment. I was happy she shared it.
“I’d love to have another beer and talk some more, but we should get going if we’re going to make our reservation,” I said.
She grabbed her purse and we headed out the door.
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We had a wonderful dinner. We laughed and shared samples of each other’s food. We flirted – words – body language. We teased each other and laughed some more. We had a connection. After a dessert drink, she said, “Let’s head back to my place. You’ve got to see the city after dark.”
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We entered the house and she asked if I would like another beer.
“Yes, please,” I said. “That’s a great beer. I’ve never had it before.”
“You’re so polite, Stevie. Her demeanor became deliberate and sensuous. She said in a soft, sultry voice, “Manners are very sexy in a man…and Stevie…I already know you’re obedient. I especially like that about you. Thank you, sweet man, for the wonderful dinner.”
Putting the mood into perspective aroused me. Reminding me of my obedience was a subtle way of telling me where she stood. I caught my breath and said, “It was my pleasure.”
“You like pleasing me don’t you?”
I had a pretty good idea where this was leading. I responded, “Yes, of course.”
She poured a glass of wine, handed me my beer, and led me to “the magic window.” I scanned the city lights from the base of the mountain where they were dense, to the horizon where they became sparse and eventually disappeared. When I looked into the sky, they seemed to reemerge as distant stars. It was surreal. I had life by the balls. Maybe I was out of my league, but our date was going exceptionally well.
We admired the view and talked. She pointed out places of interest. She was enthusiastic, and conversant with no pretenses.
She took my beer from me and set the drinks on the window sill, rose to her tip toes, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and our tongues intertwined. Despite the height difference, we fit perfectly together, like she belonged there. Desire owned me and she sensed it, backing off slightly to slide her hands down my sides and tease me with random rubs inside my thighs.
“I wanna play,” she said. “Would you like to play with me, Stevie?”
“Dumb question,” I responded.
“I like you,” she said. “I like being around you. I enjoy our conversations. I love looking at you, watching how you carry yourself, and especially how you respond to me. I see how you look at me, Stevie. I think we’re alike in many ways. You’ve become a fantasy for me. I often wonder if you think of me like that…do you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Tell you what, Stevie.” She put her index finger to her chin, rolled her eyes up and to one side, and said, “Well…how ‘bout, let’s you and me share our wildest fantasies.” She ran her hand down my chest to just below my belt. “You know I can do that for you, right?” I nearly gasped. Tapping her finger on her chin, she went on, “Let’s create our own fantasy. You up for that?”
Jokingly, I said, “Umm…I don’t know…sounds pretty risqué to me.”
She laughed. “I know. It sounds risqué to me too. Let’s go to my room and get crazy.”
I was all about crazy. My dick was hard.
Once in her bedroom, she grabbed my arms and turned me so I was facing her with my back to the bed. She gently pushed me back until I sat down, and continued ‘til I was on my back. She hiked up her dress, straddled my hips, and shimmied forward until she was sitting on my stomach.
“You like when I tell you what to do?” she asked.
Nervous, and excited, I responded. “I guess I do, yes.”
“Do you like dominant women?”
“I’ve never really been with a dominant woman before you.”
“I kind of figured that,” she said. “I want you to think about our match at the club. You don’t mind if I take us back there, right?”
“Well, I was…”
“I know you wanted to win, but I’m a trained martial artist. You didn’t stand a chance. I could’ve beaten you sooner, but I had so much fun toying with you. I think about what you did in front of all those women. You were wild and gay. It was a thrill…because I made you do it. I loved watching your transformation, and the women at the club loved it too.”
With a wanton expression on her face, she giggled. “You’re getting excited hearing me talk about it, aren’t you?”
“Yeah…I’m…I love… I love what it does for you,” I stuttered.
“And you loved that all those women watched.”
“I know. I did. I couldn’t help it. It swept me up. I was reckless and wild…like…once we got going, I couldn’t hold back. I laid it all out there for everyone to see. Yeah…it was raw…crazy raw…the wildest thing I’ve ever done.”
With a mischievous chuckle, she said, “Think about how you panicked when the dildo you’d been sucking was replaced with the real thing. There was little you could do about it. That sudden shock, all tied up and blindfolded with Charlie’s cock entering your mouth was an incredible sight to behold, and you jerked off to it. It’s my new favorite fantasy. I’ve seen it before, but…something about you, Stevie…you’re different. It was foreign to you. You did it anyway. It was never about the money, was it? You became a crazed, naked, nympho slut, with a mandate to suck cock and jack off in front of a crowd of women. It was awesome. ‘Cause I made you do it…and you loved it. I know you loved it. You exploded to it. You literally exploded…all over Charlie’s balls. That was absurd…in a good way. I’m not used to such enthusiasm from a man I just defeated.”
I was fully aroused when she grabbed my wrists, pulled them over my head, and leaned forward to kiss me. I could see down the front of her dress. She hovered purposely for me to look as she shimmied above my chest. “Do you like when I tease you?” she asked.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
She giggled. “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious, Stevie. What would you say if I wanted you to do it again?”
“I’d say no.”
“Why?”
“I’m not gay. I’m not even bi.”
“I know you’re not. That’s what makes it so exciting. You gave it all you had in the match, but once you lost, you were aroused by the consequences you faced, that I was in control, and that women enjoyed seeing you as a powerless sex slave. You let go. You dove headlong into a wild fantasy that scared you. There was tremendous erotic power in that for me. When I told you to do it, you embraced it.” She giggled, “You have this…innocent nature about you, Stevie. I kind of love that about you.”
Cory excited me on a level I’d never experienced with anyone. I’d never been with anyone so casually dominant. She played the part without being mean. There were no whips or chains. There was no need. Looking at her rendered me helpless. I was happy to be her slave, but at that moment, I just wanted to fuck.
I moved to free my arms from her grip, but she held on. The thought of being dominated again was nothing short of delicious, but I wanted to caress her. I laughed when I twisted my wrists free from her grip. She laughed too, when she put me into an armbar.
“Geez! I give!” I yelled.
She let up. “Sorry. You give what?”
“I don’t know. I give. I give up!”
She let go and said, “Well…if you give, you must give something. Give me your shirt.”
Oh, I thought…this will be fun. I sat up and took off my shirt.
She ran her fingers up and down my chest and said in a teasing tone, “We can grapple if you like. Do you want to fight for every piece of clothing, or would you rather just take off your clothes?”
Like I said…I just wanted to fuck.
I took off my shoes and socks. She pushed me back again, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and began pulling them down. I felt wicked, looking down her dress as she stripped me. I raised my hips to help her, leaving me with nothing on but a pair of bikini briefs I wore especially for tonight. They did little to hide my hard-on.
She said, “That’s better.” She looked at my cock. “You like it.”
She propped pillows against the headboard. “Lean back and spread your legs.”
I gladly did as I was told.
“I’m going to excite you, Stevie.”
“I’m excited.”
“No, I mean, I’m really going to excite you. You’ll be in desperate need of me to satisfy your lust. You’ll be weak. You’ll get what you want, but I’ll control you…because you like it that way. That is your fantasy, right?”
“Uh…okay.”
“My fantasy is to tell you what to do as we go. I’m going to make this the most memorable first date you’ve ever had, Stevie. Just do as I say. It’ll be fun, I promise. Now…play with yourself and watch me. Stroke yourself…watch.”
I stroked my cock through my briefs while fondling my balls with my other hand. She stood up, kicked off her shoes, and swayed into the slow, sexy process of removing her dress.
It was sultry, and erotic, pulling her dress above her hips to display her petite bubble butt and black G-string as she danced. She reached behind her back and slowly unzipped her dress. She wasn’t like some cheap stripper, simply taking off her clothes. Every move had a purpose, teasing me with brief glimpses of her breasts at first, then a little more, and more, until her dress dropped to the floor.
Her breasts danced when she climbed onto the bed and knelt between my legs. She took pleasure in watching me stroke, running her hands over her breasts and her crotch for my benefit.
She pulled my hands away from my cock and spread my arms out to the sides. I didn’t resist. Her hands floated up and down my chest, over my hips, between my thighs, and over my cock.
I reached for her, but she pushed my arms back to the sides. “I told you,” she said. “I’ll control you. For me to make this the best first date you’ve ever had, that’s how it’s gotta be. Let me do this, Stevie. I know what I’m doing.”
I didn’t move. Cory climbed back on my stomach straddling me. She leaned forward and pushed her tits into my face. I licked them. I sucked them. I bit her nipples softly. My response excited her. She’d kiss me and pull away, giving and taking, teasing me with close-up views of her beckoning breasts. Her expression begged for it despite being in control. She made it clear she wanted me, but it would be on her terms.
Cory reached toward one side of the headboard and pulled off what appeared to be an inlay. Instead, it was a cover for a small storage area that held a handcuff on a short chain. She is full of surprises. She grabbed my left wrist, secured it, and repeated the process on the other side. I didn’t resist. I knew what I was risking. I don’t know why exactly, but I trusted her. She could do whatever she wanted. I hoped my trust hadn’t been foolishly placed, but I couldn’t help what I felt. She was a goddess.
She slid down and licked my chest, licked my stomach, and pulled at the waistband of my briefs to expose me. Then she wouldn’t. She giggled – giddy by the control she had over me.
She leaned to the side, opened the drawer of her nightstand, and pulled out a vibrator. With it turned on, she rubbed it over her tits with one hand while fondling me with the other. She slid it inside the patch of her G-string and stroked herself with it, fully aware of how much she excited me. Her expression was of pure helplessness, like she was giving herself up for me. When she pulled the vibrator out and held it in front of my face, it glistened.
“Taste me, Stevie,” she whispered, as she pushed the vibrator against my lips. I licked it, wrapped my lips around it, and savored her arousal. She’d rub it over my cock and balls, rub herself with it again, and then I’d get another taste. The heavenly torture went on for several minutes.
Buzz kill – her phone. She glanced at the nightstand to see who it was.
She said, “I need to get this…Hi Fina.”
How many women are named Fina? Fina was one of the women at the club when I wrestled Margot.
Cory looked down at me and winked.
She said, “No, come on over. Are you close?” There was a short pause. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get here. Don’t ring the bell. Just come in.”
I felt let down – just as things were becoming intense.
After Cory hung up, she said, “Fina’s a good friend. Of course, she can stop over.”
“I better get dressed,” I said.
“Why is that?”
“Because Fina’s coming over.”
She said, “No, just stay put.”
“I have a choice?”
She laughed. “Nope…unless you wanna quit and go home.”
I didn’t want to go home. It was a crazy surprise. I was anxious to see where this was going. I thought of the first match I had at the club – when Margot had me tied to the corner of the ring while Fina fondled me, and Cory worked a small vibrator in and out of my ass. They allowed me to have one hand free and ordered me to jerk off in front of a small group of women. It was the pinnacle of erotic servitude, and a fantasy come true.
Cory resumed the tease. My imaginings included Fina now, and she’d be here soon. I was afraid, but fear made it feel wild. With Fina here, this could get crazy. I was fully erect.
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After a few minutes, we heard the front door open and close.
“Hi Cory, we’re here!” I heard from the other room.
My mind sped into high gear. We’re here? Fina had someone with her. If the “feeling vulnerable scale” went to ten, I jumped to twenty. My first thought was…maybe she brought Margot and I’d be treated to a virtual repeat of my first match, but Fina walked in with a young guy, about five-ten, average build, good-looking with dark features.
Nearly naked and cuffed to the bed felt awkward, to say the least with a strange man in the room. On the other hand, eyeing Fina’s pink hot pants and halter top cradling those big natural boobs was provocative as hell.
She sauntered past the foot of the bed and said, “What’s going on?”
Cory chuckled. “Yeah Fina, look what I caught.”
Fina stopped at the corner of the bed, turned to face me, and eyed me from head to toe. She said, “Well hello again. Nice to see you.” She laughed. “You look splendid, but it seems you’re a bit tied up at the moment.”
My vulnerability amused her. “Cute,” I responded.
Cory continued teasing me without touching my cock. She never gave a thought of being virtually naked. Of course, she does this for a living. She’s used to being naked in front of others. I’d have been alright with it too, but having a man present was disturbing.
Fina said, “I heard you put on quite a show a couple weeks back.”
I thought about the match with Cory, and as Fina spoke of my defeat, Cory began stroking my cock through my briefs.
Fina said, “Oh yeah, I remember you. You were a lot of fun.”
She introduced me to her friend, Clay. He walked to the side of the bed with his eyes locked on what Cory was doing to me. I said, “Hello.” He looked up briefly and coldly nodded.
Cory leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you, Stevie…while they watch.”
I imagined Cory bouncing up and down on me while I was restrained. I’d never done anything like that before, but it seemed steamy as hell. “Yes,” I whispered.
“But you’re going to have to earn it.”
“How’s that?”
She said, “You’ll have to beat Clay in a sexfight.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s simple…because Fina and I want to watch. That’s it. We like to watch guys wrestle for dominance. Tonight, that would be you and Clay. One of you will suck off the winner, just like at the club.” She shimmied her tits and whispered in my ear, “And when you win, I’ll fuck you, Stevie. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Oh geez,” I said. “No fuckin’ way… I’m supposed to risk giving a guy a blow job in order to make love to you? I thought we had something going. I’m not doing that.“
“If you win, Clay sucks your cock…and I’ll have you all to myself. C’mon Stevie, I want you to win as much as you do. You can beat Clay.”
Cory was my dream date, but she betrayed me, and it pissed me off. My cock wilted.
She knelt between my legs and fondled me again. Her expression shyly asked, “Do this for me.”
I hated the thought of disappointing her, but she was asking too much.
She said, “Images of you at the club frequent my thoughts. Seeing you give yourself up like that…Stevie, you excited me on a level I’ve rarely experienced. I loved watching you. You got pretty excited when I talked about it earlier, but then…maybe you’re afraid Clay will win. I get it.”
It was hard to imagine not giving in to Cory’s desires. I thought about what it would be like to beat Clay, and if I won, I’d make love to Cory. Maybe I just needed to get my head in the right space.
“Fight for me, Stevie. Our fantasies… remember? “I’ll tell you what to do as we go, and it’ll be outrageous. I’ll be ready for you when you win.”
It was hard to focus with Cory stroking me. I laughed. I wanted to please her, and the idea of wrestling Clay seemed raw and exciting. Everything appeared to be in my favor, but I still wasn’t certain I could beat him. I told Cory, “I’m not sure I want to risk losing.”
Clay still had his eyes on my cock. He looked up and said, “I came here to sexfight. You’ll look good, bobbing your head on my dick.”
Uncertainty and anger took over. I didn’t want to wrestle him. I wanted to punch his fucking face.
Cory said, “I’ll get off either way. It’s a win/win for me. C’mon Stevie, fight for me.”
“Yeah, but…”
“I told you, I like watching men get off on each other when women make them do it, and I like being the one in control. And besides, Stevie, you’re a natural sub.”
“So you think,” I said. “I can beat this asshat.”
Clay laughed. “You’re not going to win.”
I imagined Clay on his knees, sucking me at the command of Cory and Fina. I didn’t give a shit about him, but I’d take a blow job from the fucker if that’s what Cory wanted. Well… I never received a blow job from a guy, but…
I was pissed. I wanted to put Clay in his place. “And am I supposed to wrestle him with my hands cuffed to the bed?”
Cory laughed. “No, silly boy.” She uncuffed me. “We’re going to the basement.”
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Cory led us down a circular, wrought iron staircase into an elegant, cave-like basement. A hardwood floor, rustic wood bar, black ceiling, stone walls, and soft, recessed lighting gave the “cave” a warm, cozy feel. It was a perfect place to entertain guests, but it was hard to imagine wrestling there.
“Does anyone need a drink before we get started,” Cory asked. We all did. After serving our drinks, she motioned for us to follow her. She opened a door, leading us into a room, with bean bag chairs and small tables surrounding a wrestling mat that covered roughly half the available floor space. It was a gym, complete with workout equipment at the far end.
“I love fitness and martial arts,” Cory said. “What do you think?”
“This is incredible,” I exclaimed. “I love your place.”
I was anxious to get started, excited by the thought of Cory watching me shove my dick down Clay’s throat. This will be for Cory, but I’m gonna love it.
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“Take off your clothes,” Fina said to Clay, as she sat back in a bean bag chair.
Clay stripped to bikini briefs similar to mine. With a smirk on his face, he pointed to his cock and nodded.
Clay is under 30, fairly fit-looking, but not muscular. I’m more muscular than he, and I’m bigger, but when I saw the size of the sausage lying to one side of his briefs, I was caught off guard. It appeared only semi-hard, but it was thick.
For some reason, Fina’s phone call came to mind. I thought about the events that brought us here. There was plenty of time for Cory and me to get back after dinner, plenty of time for her to entice me into being restrained and teased into oblivion. She talked about our wrestling match and asked if I would do it again. Fina was no more than 10 minutes away when she called, so she was already on Cory’s road. Cory led me to believe we’d be having a threesome, but Fina shows up with Clay. I looked at Cory and blurted, “This was all planned from the beginning!”
“Well yeah,” she said. “You’re just figuring that out now?” She laughed. “Aren’t you having fun? God, I love to fuck with you, Stevie. Don’t you get it? This is for you, sweet man. I catch you off guard, push you to your limits, and you get off on it. I told you, I will take you to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Since I love watching, we both win. You’re like a naïve, innocent boy I’m irresistibly drawn to. I can’t help it.” She paused. “You’re so new to all this. Clay’s not.”
Cory said, “You’ll both start on your knees so you’re not flinging each other off the mat. First guy with his briefs off will suck the winner’s load as payment for his loss.” She giggled, “Fina and I will get to watch the show. From now on, you are mere sex objects, grappling for the enjoyment of two lustful women. I lied, Stevie. This isn’t for you. It’s for Fina and me – watching two hot guys rippin’, strippin’, and molestin’ each other…it just don’t get no better. Can’t wait to see who wins.”
The reality of exposing myself for their entertainment hit me. My dick was hard. I was ready.
Cory looked at me with the sultriest of expressions and whispered, “You can beat Clay. There’s a lot at stake here. You have to win.”
I would beat Clay, and provide the show Cory desired.
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Dicks held tightly in our briefs we stooped to our knees in the center of the mat. Clay and I looked squarely into each other’s eyes, ready for the ensuing battle. I was confident. I never blinked. Neither did Clay.
“I gonna love this,” said Cory. “Ready? Wrestle!”
We locked arms, pushing, pulling, trying to bully each other to the mat. I was stronger. I faked a push to one side but shoved him in the other direction. Down he went, on his back with me straddling him on my knees.
The thought of punching his face was tempting, but I opted to grab his wrists, slide up his chest, and hold his arms over his head until my crotch was in his face. He thrashed under me to get free. I had no problem preventing his escape.
Fina yelled, “Fuck his face, Stevie!”
I had Clay dead to rights, but not in a good position to strip him. However, as long as Fina called for it, I gave her a treat, by taking revenge for Clay’s remarks and humping my dick on his face. He turned to the side to avoid me, but that just made it more fun. I couldn’t help laughing. I was on a roll. “Have a taste of this, bitch,” I told him.
I had to get into a different position if I was going to strip him, so I slid down Clay’s chest, still holding his wrists until I straddled his belly. With my weight no longer on his wrists, he easily twisted free of my grip. I started to sit up, but he pulled my arm into his body, rolled, and flipped me off of him, leaving me exposed on my back. He jumped on top of me sideways with his chest across mine, trapped one of my arms in a scissor hold, and stretched my other arm out to the side. I tried to twist free, but I couldn’t escape. Now, he was laughing.
Fina laughed too. “You got him, baby!” she said, “Take that hard-on out of its panty-cage.”
Clay held my wrist with one hand and immobilized my arm by shifting his weight onto my shoulder. Despite squirming to get free, I became more aroused when he surprised me and grabbed my cock. I wasn’t attracted to Clay. Hell, I didn’t even like the fucker. I was excited because women were enjoying the sight of me fully erect at the molesting hands of another man. The humiliation was intoxicating, but as much as I wanted to give myself up, I didn’t want to have to suck Clay’s cock, and I still wanted revenge for his arrogance. That…and I wanted Cory.
He grabbed the waistband of my briefs and began pushing them down. I kept most of my weight on my ass, preventing him from pulling them off. You could hear the static sound of fabric tearing when my dick popped out above the waistband. Cheers and claps erupted from the girls. It excited me too, and for a moment, it distracted me from the fight.
It didn’t help when Cory yelled, “Well c’mon Clay, strip him.” That excited me too. She wanted me naked.
After numerous attempts, Clay was unable to pull my briefs out from under my ass. Instead, he grabbed a leg hole and yanked, tearing it open and exposing my balls in the process. He laughed when he rubbed his hand over my balls and stroked my cock.
“You’re gonna choke on my dick,” he threatened.
My briefs weren’t off yet, so I was still in the game. I yanked with everything I had and freed my arm from his scissor hold. I grabbed his free wrist, twisted my other arm from his grip, and caught him off guard when I slid out from under him, throwing my hips over his back as he tried to rise to his hands and knees.
“Nice move!” Fina called.
It felt good being on top, humping his ass, and displaying my control over him.
When Clay finally rose to his hands and knees, I slid to one side, grabbed the back of his briefs, and pulled them below his ass with one hand.
“What’s the matter, Clay?” Cory said. “You sucking Stevie’s cock tonight?”
I was determined not to relinquish the upper hand again…but I couldn’t resist having a little fun for the girls’ benefit. I maneuvered him so his ass faced the girls, grabbed a handful of cock, and said, “This loser is about blow me.”
“Get him, Stevie!” said Cory.
Clay grimaced from the sensations, but he was powerless to avoid it. Cory began rubbing herself. I reached for Clay’s briefs and taunted, “Wet your lips, loser,” but Clay collapsed toward the mat and rolled to face me, causing me to miss his briefs. He rose up, clenched the front of my briefs with both hands and threw himself back toward the mat. My briefs couldn’t stand up under the downward momentum of his weight, and he ended up with my torn briefs in his hands.
Clay laughed, “I’ve done that before,” he said.
There I was, bare-assed naked, and painfully aware of the consequences I faced.
“God damn it, I had you!”
Cory chuckled, “You’re naked…and Stevie…you look fucking awesome.”
Cory giggled when she stroked my cock and made me twitch. She said, “Looks like trouble for you, Stevie,” She kept stroking. I kept twitching. “Look at the size of that thing. How do those little briefs hold it in? My God…will it even fit in your mouth? I guess we’re about to find out.”
I was pissed, but I couldn’t help involuntarily shudders from Cory’s strokes.
Fina said to Clay, “Stand in front of him.”
Clay smiled and acquiesced. Trapped inside his briefs, his thick cock was staring me in the face. He said, “I told you. I told you I would make you suck me. Now play with me like I heard you did for Charlie. Put on a good show for these girls…bitch.”
Cory pushed the back of my head toward Clay. “Well…fondle him, Stevie.”
Humiliating as it was, Cory was excited to see me naked and helpless. That excited me.
“Reach up there and caress that big cock as you were told. Stroke it, Stevie. I’m gonna get to watch my favorite cocksucker again.”
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I stroked Clay’s cock and caressed his tight balls through the fabric of his briefs.
“Oh yeah,” Clay said in little more than a whisper.
Fina stood up, walked behind Clay, grabbed his briefs in back, and pulled them down as I stroked. “Let me help you with that,” she said.
With her thumbs inside the waistband, she slid her hands around Clay’s hips to the front and very slowly pulled his briefs down. The fabric between his cock and my hand gradually slipped away, leaving me stroking his bare cock no more than a foot from my face. I had to squeeze to touch my thumb to my middle finger.
Clay stepped out of his briefs when Fina pulled them to the floor. She said to Clay, “Lie on your back and straddle him.”
I let go of Clay when he moved into position, sliding in close with his legs spread, and knees bent on each side of me. Hovering above his abdomen, his cock awaited my return. The humiliation was electrifying. I grabbed his cock and stroked.
Cory stripped out of her G-string, putting on full display her beautiful, bald pussy. She leaned over and stroked herself while caressing every inch of my privates.
“I love watching you,” she said. Hearing her enthusiastic approval elevated my eagerness to please her.
Fina let her natural, large breasts swing free when she stripped off her top – even better when she bent over to remove her hot pants, leaving her with nothing on but black, lacy, crotchless panties. On her knees, she faced me and positioned her pussy over Clay’s face. When she lowered herself onto his mouth, she remarked, “Winner gets a tasty reward.” She leaned toward me and said, “Torture him for me, Stevie. Make him squirm, and spice up my ride.”
I varied the pressure in my grip. His cock tensed and released. I held his balls and stroked his ass like Cory was doing to me. At times, I tickle-touched his balls and taint. He responded to all of it.
“Taste it,” Cory said.
I looked down at the pre-cum smeared all over the tip of Clay’s cock.
“Taste it. Lick it up,” she ordered while pushing my head toward the inevitable.
Continuing to hump Clay’s face, Fina watched me lean over to touch the tip of his cock with my tongue. I looked back at Cory. When she nodded toward Clay’s cock, I turned back to lap up all he’d leaked.
Cory lightly pushed my head down farther. “Now finish the job, Stevie,” she said.
I struggled with the immensity of it, doing my best to wrap my lips around Clay’s cock without scraping it with my teeth. Once it was in my mouth, Cory pushed and released, forcing me to bob my head. Imagining the imagery from the girls’ perspective ignited my secret fantasy, and elevated my degradation to a level of arousal I’ve rarely felt.
“Make love to it like it means more to you than anything,” Cory said. “God, look at what you’re doing for me!”
I bobbed on my own, and Cory resumed stroking me.
Every twitch I inflicted on Clay caused Fina to moan with him. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth was open when she rose up to give me the privilege of seeing her big tits bounce and swing as she humped Clay’s face.
I reached for Cory but she pushed my hands back to Clay’s balls. She said, “I’m in charge here. I didn’t say you could touch me. Suck it, Stevie. Suck it the way you want me to suck yours.”
I licked Clay’s cock from bottom to top, feeling every bulging vein my tongue passed over. He’d tense up when I licked the sensitive tip. I took it into my mouth, bobbing my head with increased tongue pressure on the upstrokes and tightening my lips when I got to the head as he licked Fina into a frenzy. I caressed his balls, his taint, and his ass. Clay’s involuntary twitches heightened everyone’s arousal, including mine.
The more excited Clay got, the more excited I got. Spit covered my lips and chin while Clay thrust his hips, readying for orgasm, but before he’d cum, Cory would grab my head and pull me back, leaving his cock twitching just below my face. As soon as she’d let go, I was on him again. The more outrageous it felt, the more exciting it became. I was on a mission to give Clay the mother of all orgasms.
“Show me, Stevie,” Cory said. “Teach me how you want your cock sucked. Make him squirm… God, you are such a sexy pig! I love seeing you like this! Stroke yourself and show me how much you love sucking that fat cock. Make yourself cum with that fat cock in your mouth.”
Cory’s excitement escalated as I responded, Doing what she commanded pushed me to the brink, but she pushed my hand away from my cock and began stroking me instead. She said, “Stop sucking, Stevie. Stroke his cock instead.”
I tried to focus on her commands as she took me on an arousal roller coaster while denying me release.
“Pump a finger in and out of your mouth…like it’s a little cock,” she said.
I didn’t hesitate.
“Suck it. Fuck your face with that little prick. I want it sloppy, with spit dripping out of your mouth. Look at you. My favorite cocksucker is my favorite obedient sex toy.”
I enveloped my finger with drool running down my chin to comply with Cory’s demands. I embraced my servitude and left nothing to the imagination.
“Now shove that finger up Clay’s ass and start sucking his cock again.”
I pushed my spit-soaked finger firmly against Clay’s anus, gradually working it in and out a little at a time until it was about two knuckles deep. Clay raised his hips and convulsed as I pumped my finger in and out of his ass, massaging his prostate and lightly touching his balls with my thumb. With his face buried in Fina’s pussy, his moans were muffled. Fina’s weren’t.
Cory pulled my free hand away from Clay and said, “Stroke yourself again. Cum for me, Stevie. Jerk off with that fat cock in your mouth.” She laughed. “Oh my God! You’re so good at this. You wanted this all along, didn’t you? Cum with me, Stevie.”
I no sooner took my hand off Clay’s balls when Fina reached to take my place. She caressed his balls, occasionally petting my face to encourage me.
Cory laid on her back perpendicular to Clay and me with her legs spread. I watched her, masturbating, cranked by the visual Clay and I created. I bobbed on Clay’s immense cock, driving him wild to maximize Cory’s fantasy.
I flicked my tongue, pressing against the underside of the tip of his dick, and plunged my finger in and out of his ass. Clay raised his hips, ready to explode. Cory said, “Make him cum, Stevie…and swallow it.”
Fina tensed up, straining through clenched teeth when Clay pumped a couple of blanks before blasting the first shot of salty splotch into the back of my throat, then the next, and the next. I swallowed what I could.
Cory called out, “Yes, Stevie! Swallow it!” She could take no more when she saw the creamy substance accumulating on my lips. Raising her hips, she clenched onto herself and screamed with intense pleasure. Her face turned red and her moans intensified until she flopped onto her side, doubled over and twitching. Seeing her cum from watching me degrade myself pushed me over the edge. I took a deep breath and exploded all over Clay’s balls and my chin. I continued thrusting my finger in and out of Clay’s ass, torturing his sensitive cock still pumping shots into the back of my throat.
“Keep stroking, Stevie, until I say you can stop,” Cory commanded.
I stroked and twitched with little control through my peak and beyond, torturing myself while doing my best to torture Clay.
Fina’s excitement was on full display with her hips humping on Clay’s mouth. When she looked at me with cum all over my face, she tensed up and came again.
Clay and I thrashed long and hard, screaming in agony and delight throughout the post-cum torture until the sensitivity began to subside. Cory finally said I could stop.
When all was said and done, we sprawled on the mat, spent and exhausted, tasting the aroma of sex lingering in the air. It was over. We spoke not a word until our heavy breathing and random twitches subsided, and we relaxed.
“Wow…that was un-fucking-believable!” Cory said. “You guys were amazing!” She stared at me for a few seconds while gently stroking my head and face. She kissed my cum-soaked lips. “I loved it, Stevie. I absolutely loved it.”
I laughed. “Funny, I’m not into men, but yeah…that was fucking nuts.”
“You don’t like men, huh?” Clay asks. “Well…that was a killer blow job. I’m not much into guys either,” he said, “but if a good-looking guy wanted to get it on with me, I’d consider it.” He looked at me and asks, “Wanna fuck?”
I laughed. “No.”
Cory left for a minute and came back with warm, moist, washcloths and hand towels.
“Wow, you think of everything,” I said.
She said, “I’ll clean the mat tomorrow.”
I told Clay I wanted a re-match. He laughed. He no longer had that arrogance he had earlier. I ended up liking him better than I did before we wrestled, though I still can’t say I liked him. He was just Clay. I didn’t need to know more.
On our way upstairs, Cory said, “Yeah, put me down for that rematch. Sorry about your briefs.”
“No problem. I’ll send you the bill.”
She chuckled.
Once upstairs, Cory went into the other room and came back wearing a robe. She held out a robe for me. I must have looked puzzled. “You’re not going home are you?” She asked.
“Not if you want me to stay.”
I put on the robe, and after we said our goodbyes to Fina and Clay, I followed Cory into the kitchen.
“Coffee? I’ve got decaf.”
“Perfect, yes please.”
“Good,” she said. “I’ll make a fresh pot.”
“Man, you guys were hot tonight! Stevie…I know you’re not gay, but I loved seeing you crazy excited to suck cock for me. I see it, Stevie…you get off from giving yourself up, and tonight, you did it especially for me. It’s almost like satisfying me becomes your top priority. Thank you, Stevie. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. So…was this the most memorable first date you’ve ever had?”
I started laughing – almost uncontrollably. It seemed like such a dumb question. “You already know. You witnessed it. Yeah, I have to admit, it was pretty fucking crazy. It was beyond my fantasies. Never thought that would, or could happen. I mean…it happened at the club, but I got paid a lot of money for that. This was different.”
She put the coffee on and we sat at her dining table. “I saw your excitement for it at the club. I was pretty sure you’d throw yourself into it again if put into a similar scenario, but I honestly didn’t know who’d win the fight. I thought you had him until he ripped your briefs off.” She paused. “You know that woman at the club who gave you her card?”
“How do you know about her?”
“I watched you after I left you sitting at the table. You got so busy mingling with women who wanted to flirt with you, you never noticed where I was.”
I chuckled.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s funny because, how could I not know where you were? I’m laughing at how much you excite me, and that I seem willing to do about anything to please you. I’m laughing because I’m taken aback by everything I’m experiencing with you. I’ve never done anything like this. And…you’re fucking gorgeous…and…and…I can’t get seem to enough of you. Where did you come from, anyhow? Who are you? It’s all so unreal.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Stevie. I like you too. You’re like…my ultimate fantasy. I love being with you. I want to know who you are – your likes, your dislikes, turn-ons, and turn-offs – the things you stand for and against. So…to be clear…this won’t be the last time we do this, right?”
I was thrilled that she had an interest in me – like I had in her. I wasn’t sure how to respond. “How ‘bout tomorrow?” I asked.
She laughed. “Anyway, I know her…sort of…and I know why she gave you her card. Julia Bortolini… I watched her husband fight once at the club. I think the intensity got to him with all those women watching. He went through all the motions but he couldn’t maintain a hard-on and never did cum. He’s pretty hot though, still fun to watch, sucking off a bi staff wrestler after he lost a very erotic match. Even though he didn’t cum, he went after Robert like a crazed, nympho whore.”
“Yeah, she wants to hire me to wrestle him,” I said.
“I kind of figured that. Honestly, I don’t know who’d win, but I’d love to watch. I heard they like bondage stuff. They have an “X” frame. They’re both bisexual. He’s a great-looking guy – a bit younger. It’s her money, but she takes good care of him. They like crazy play.”
“So, what about her?” I asked.
“Nothing really, but if you wanted to take her up on it, she’d pay you well. Maybe I could tag along and watch…or participate. You’d like that, right? I can try to set something up.”
That sounded hot. I wanted to jump at the chance, but… “You believe I’ll end up with his dick in my mouth.”
“Or up your ass,” she said laughing. “No, I don’t know who’d win. I just love watching guys wrestle for dominance, and I’d love to see you two sexfight. I have yet to see you win, but regardless, I love watching you. I can’t help it…’cause I know you love it too. You might not even wrestle. Who knows what might happen if we got together with them? Maybe nothing if it doesn’t feel right.”
Hearing her talk about how much she loves watching me was turning me on again. I was about ready to have another go at it. “Well, maybe we should go to bed now then,” I said in a suggestive tone.
She laughed. “Nope…you’re gonna have to win me, Stevie. That’ll build the anticipation. When we get there, it’ll be crazy, I promise…but I’d still like you to spend the night if you’re alright with that. Maybe we could just cuddle. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
I liked this woman…a lot. We got along well…and…we played perfectly into each other’s fantasies. I experienced things with her I never dreamed could happen. I felt it an honor to spend the night with her whether we had sex or not. The whole night was an honor. I was encouraged to visit my deepest secrets by a beautiful woman I’m smitten with. I gave her what she wanted, and I got what I wanted, just like she said I would. What a remarkable night.
“You’re on,” I said, “And I’ll let you know about getting together with Julia and her husband.”
I was pretty spent anyway. Cuddling with Cory seemed a perfect way to spend the rest of the night. We drank coffee, talked, laughed, and stared out her magic window before going to bed.
We cuddled. We slept, though I kept waking up to take in the vision sleeping next to me. I didn’t get much sleep. She made breakfast, and after taking one more look at the view from her window, we kissed and thanked each other. As I was getting into my car, she called out, “Call me.”
“I will.”
I started my car and headed out, giddy with love sick butterflies, and wishing I was still with her. I wondered what she was thinking. I couldn’t wait to see her again.
