The price paid was the unexpected questioning of my sexual orientation. The reward however, was wild, and perversely erotic.
Days passed since my wrestling match with Cory, yet every other thought took me back to it as if it happened yesterday. My name is Stevie. My life was forever changed after my first encounter with Cory. This is the story of my first date with her and events leading up it.
SFW (Sex Fights for Women) is an exclusive, private club where Cory works. They hired me to wrestle her. Per signed agreement, there would be sexual consequences for the loser. That’s the premise for all their matches. The consequences would be at the whim of the winner, however deliberate infliction of pain would not be allowed. It’s a liability thing. The whole idea sounded crazy sexy so I signed the contract. The club uses various tactics to lure people, mostly men into grappling staff wrestlers. They paid me a lot of money ($15K guaranteed) to take a risk I perceived as no risk at all. The only risk as I saw it, was whether or not I could defeat a slender woman who stood just over five foot tall. I was certain I’d get paid $15K for winning and having my way with Cory, which due to my exhibitionist nature, would have been pretty wild in front of a bunch of women. I couldn’t lose, right? I ended up naked, three limbs tied to the ropes in the corner of a boxing ring, and commanded by Cory to suck another man’s cock while jerking myself off in front of approximately 100 very wealthy club members who cheered and applauded my demise. Giving a guy a blow job was a scenario I hadn’t considered. I probably wouldn’t have signed had I known I’d be obligated to engage in homosexual acts upon losing, though I had no doubt I’d win, so I still might have.
For the women at the club, money meant nothing. Staff wrestlers actively look for potential contestants. They’re authorized to offer a pre-determined amount of money to entice people like me into sex fighting. The amount is large enough to make it difficult to turn down. They especially like finding good looking straight guys who are adventurous and uninhibited, but they also have female vs female fights. Sometimes, they’ll even find a bi guy who’ll wrestle a bi staffer or another bi guy off the street. Apparently, those matches are rare, but they draw the biggest crowds. Occasionally, staff wrestlers lose and the members get to watch one of their own submit to the whims of a contracted fighter. Regardless of who wins or loses, that’s the show they want. They pay a lot of money for it. My contracted pay was not dependent upon victory. The only stipulation for getting paid was whether or not I performed the tasks Cory demanded if I lost. I lost…but I did get paid, and as it turned out, I added nearly $10K in tips. I couldn’t have known of Cory’s exceptional grappling skills, and I underestimated her strength and speed. To my surprise, she had little problem handling a man half again her size.
The mere thought of having a dick in my mouth was always disturbing for me, but by the time I realized what was happening, I’d already given up all control. I became exquisitely turned on by the teasing humiliation after losing in front of all those women. Then came the surprise. I’ve always known I’m a natural sub. I’d only fantasized about giving myself up to that extent, though rarely in a homosexual way. It was filthy and degrading, but once I let go of my inhibitions, it became more exciting than anything I’d ever done. I was their humiliated sex object – a slave to their desires. The memory of my shame and embarrassment has become my favored humiliation fantasy, and I find myself jerking off more often than before the match.
Of my two biggest memories about that night, one was obviously what I just described – a memory I play over and over in my head. The other was a woman who, after the match, propositioned me to wrestle her husband. She was gorgeous. Everything about her was elegant and meticulous. I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to do, but because of her stunning looks, the thought of participating in any kind of sexual act with her, for her, or in her presence was at least…titillating. I still had her card.
Anyway, Cory and I seemed to like each other. No doubt, I’m in lust with her. Had I won the match, she and Margot agreed to have dinner with me with the likelihood of a threesome for dessert. Margot is another wrestler at the club I’d wrestled previously under different circumstances and she is the one who offered me the opportunity to wrestle Cory. You can learn more about Margot in “An Incredible Night at the Gym” – the first story in this series. Because of my loss to Cory, Margot declined dinner, but Cory still wanted to go.
I needed to call Cory to make plans. Dinner seemed blaze’ compared to wrestling her naked, but there was something about her that attracted me beyond her looks and sex. I think she felt the same way toward me. Certainly, it was lust, but it was more than that – like we had a connection. I wanted to know her better.
I thought I might blow my chance if I didn’t call soon. I was apprehensive about it, but I finally pulled Cory’s 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,” she says.
I almost hung up without saying a word. Crazy thoughts swirled through my head. I knew almost nothing about her. We’d barely talked. How did she know it was me calling? She just called me a cocksucker…but she called me her favorite, like that’s any consolation. 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?” she asks.
Her confidence reminded me of how she dominated me at the club. I was regaining my composure as she spoke, but her attitude was turning me on. She clearly had me at a disadvantage.
I said in an unsure tone, “Wha…what would you prefer…Italian, Ga…Greek… or m-maybe French?”
“Well, you might not get French,” she says. “You certainly won’t get Greek. Let’s do Italian.”
Was she talking about what I thought she was talking about? She took command from the moment she picked up the phone.
I said, “O…okay, Italian it is.”
I felt like a fool.
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Driving the road in the hills above the city where Cory lives was new and exciting. I’d never been there before. The road more or less followed the ridgeline and was bordered by mature forest. A lot of distance separated driveways and I only caught a rare glimpse of a handful of extravagant homes tucked deeply into the woods along the way.
I was excited. Thoughts of having Cory were running through my head as I recalled the raw craziness of our match. I couldn’t wait to see her again and I anticipated an exciting romp after dinner.
I finally came to a wide turn-around at the end of the road and there was her mailbox. Looking down her gated driveway, I couldn’t see her house, but the gates were open so I drove in.
I was impressed. I thought, this place must be worth a fortune. I felt out of my league, but that didn’t stop me from feeling butterflies in anticipation of seeing Cory again.
Driving slowly down her driveway, I was drawn in by the old-growth mix of hardwoods and conifers. The terrain was rugged and steep in places. It looked like no one had ever set foot there before.
About three hundred yards or so down the winding drive, the woods opened up to her home. Surprisingly, it was a modest, but enchanting place with rough sawn siding and a cedar shake roof like you’d expect to see on a back woods cabin. The grounds were meticulously landscaped however, with flower beds extending from the house into the woods. The yard was contoured as part of the forest, flowing into the woods in some places, and widening out in others. I parked in front of the house. As I was getting out of my car, Cory opened the front door.
She was dressed in a short, slinky, little black dress, cut low enough to show some cleavage with about half-inch shoulder straps. My heart was racing. I walked up the steps of the wood deck and she came outside to greet me with a warm, sincere hug. We were smiling at each other. We both laughed when we said hello. When I wrapped my arms around her, I felt her bare back and an electric sensation ran through me. After a few seconds, she pulled away, grabbed my hand and turned to go inside. “Come on in,” she said. “I’ll show you my place.”
She was braless. I felt a twinge, watching her small breasts jiggle as she moved. Everything about her was delightfully petite and feminine. She’s short and slim – toned with long shapely legs. Her black heels showed off the muscle definition in her calves. Her shag-cut, blonde hair perfectly framed her face, and her pearlescent necklace and ear rings accented her blue eyes. She wore sparse makeup – a neutral shade of lipstick and a touch of mascara to accent her features. She’s a natural beauty with a twinkle in her sunrise eyes and a light-up-the-room smile.
Her three-bedroom home is spacious. The décor, uncluttered with a warm blend of earth tones. Her inspired wood furnishings wreak of rustic elegance. A field stone fireplace from floor to ceiling took up most of one wall in the living room. Even more impressive was the large bay window at the far end – like three sides of an octagon extending across the entire width of the room. It felt like we were still in the woods, but protected in a luxurious shelter.
She led me to the window. The unexpected view of the city sprawled below took my breath away. It’s no wonder why people want to live here. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the view for at least a couple of minutes until I started checking out the immediate surroundings. When I looked to the right, the three-season room off the back of the other end of the house seemed a perfect place to spend summer evenings. Her home was a piece of paradise in the woods. She said she owns 40 acres that butt up against the state forest. Because of that, she would never have neighbors any closer than they already are.
“Next time you’re here, I’ll show you the pond at the base of the hill,” she said. “It’s spring fed and sometimes you can see trout feeding on the surface. Do you like to fish?”
“I love it,” I said.
She responded, “So do I.”
Next time I’m here? That’s a good sign, I thought. She was sweet and kind. She put me at ease.
I looked at her and couldn’t believe my luck. She looked back and smiled, then grabbed my hand again to lead me through the rest of the house. Every room was a continuation of rustic charm. Her property, inside and out, looked like it belonged in that breathtaking setting as if it grew there. When we got to her room, the large headboard on her king-sized bed stood out. The grain of the wood was gnarly like hickory with a simple, abstract pattern of different colored inlayed woods.
I said, “Your place is gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I bought it three years ago and I’ve put a lot into it. I love the seclusion.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I forgot to offer you something to drink. I remembered you ordered a beer after we wrestled so I thought I’d get you something special if you’d like to try it. I don’t drink beer so I asked the guy at the liquor store what I should buy. He said it’s his most popular German import. Wanna try it?”
“Of course,” I said. “I’d love to.”
“Would you like a glass?”
“Yes please.”
While she was getting our drinks, I looked around her bedroom – a hardwood floor with a large rug of mixed earth tones under the bed, a door leading into a bathroom, a couple of large, abstract paintings, custom log nightstands, horizontal blinds across most of one wall, and a big screen TV on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.
She came back and handed me my beer. She had a glass of wine.
Cory opened the vertical blinds and led me through a sliding glass door into the three-season room. The windows were off but it was screened – no bugs, and we still 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. Our senses of humor seemed cut from the same mold. We talked about fishing and discovered other things we both enjoy. She spoke of her family and I spoke of mine. We talked until we finished our drinks. We had a lot in common.
“We should probably go 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. We shared samples of each other’s food. We flirted – words – body language. We teased each other and laughed some more. I was seducing her, or maybe she was seducing me. No doubt, we had a connection. After we finished eating and had an after-dinner drink, she said, “We should 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 an excellent beer. I’ve never had it before. Thank you.”
She said, “You’re so polite.” Her demeanor became more sensuous. She said, “And Stevie…I already know you’re obedient. Thank you for the wonderful dinner.”
Hearing her say I was obedient in that sultry tone put the mood into perspective. I figured it was a subtle way of telling me where she stood. I caught my breath and said, “It was my pleasure.”
She said, “You like pleasing me don’t you.”
“Of course I do,” I responded.
She brought the beer and made herself a drink, then took my hand and we walked over to “the magic window.” The view was surreal. Gazing at city lights that extend well across the valley below while in a setting so remote and wild was dream-like. I couldn’t help smiling in awe with my mouth wide open. The city lights seemed to disappear into the horizon, then, as my eyes scanned higher in the sky, they reemerged as distant stars.
We stared at the view and talked some more. She was bright and enthusiastic. I liked listening to her. Touch seemed natural for her and she’d gently touch my arm occasionally when she was talking. I felt close to her, like I knew she wouldn’t harm me.
She took my beer from me and set the drinks on the window sill. She turned, put her arms around my neck, rose up on her tip toes and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and our tongues intertwined. I had a craving desire to make love to her and she knew it. She slid her hands down my sides and began teasing me, even gently rubbing inside my thighs.
“I wanna play,” she says. “Would you like to play with me?”
“Dumb question,” I responded.
“I like you Stevie,” she said. “I like being with you. I like looking at you, watching you, how you carry yourself and how you respond to things. I like how you respond to me.”
I was surprised I had that effect on her but I loved hearing it.
“And I’ve noticed how you look at me,” she continued. “You’re already my fantasy, and if I had to guess, I’d bet you’ve thought about me in that way too.”
“Oh yeah, I have.”
“I tell you what. How ‘bout…let me be part of your wildest fantasy. That’s something I already know I can do for you. Then, you be my wild, fantasy guy. You take care of my fantasy, and I’ll take care of yours. We’ll combine fantasies and role play for each other. Sound like fun?”
I said, “I like that idea a lot. What would you like me to do?”
“Let’s go to my room.”
When we got to her room, I turned to face her with my back to the bed. She gently pushed me back until I sat down. She kept pushing until I was lying down, feet still on the floor. She hiked up her dress and straddled me, slowly shimmying forward until she was sitting on my stomach.
“You like when I tell you what to do?” she asked.
“I guess I do, yes,” I responded.
Do you prefer dominant women?
“I’ve never really been with a dominant woman, but I’m almost always dominated in my fantasies.”
She said, “I figured that. I think of you often. I think about our wrestling match. I know you wanted to win, but I’m a trained martial artist. You couldn’t have known that going in. There was no way you could’ve won. I could’ve beaten you sooner, but I had so much fun playing with you. I think about what you did in front of all those women, how turned on you were by it. I loved making you gay. The members were really into you too.”
Cory was smiling with a wanton expression on her face. She giggled a little and said, “You like hearing me talk about it don’t you.”
I never think of myself as gay, but I loved that she got off on it. “Yeah…I’m…I love…what it does for you,” I stuttered.
“And you loved that women watched when you were most helpless.”
“I guess I did.”
She said, “I think about it all the time – how surprised you were, blindfolded with Charlie’s cock entering your mouth. God, that was hot! After sucking that dildo for us, you kind of panicked when you suddenly realized it had been replaced with the real thing, but you couldn’t do much about it. You were so sexy all tied up.”
I was getting excited as she recalled that night.
“Seeing you like that made me wet – soaked,” she said. “Watching you suck another man’s cock while jerking off for me was over the top. Maybe that’s just the effect you have on me Stevie. I’ve seen it before, but you’re different. Maybe it’s because it was foreign to you, but you did it anyway – and you did it for me. There was nothing you could’ve done to stop it really – not if you wanted to get paid, but it wasn’t about the money was it? You were so caught up in the moment, you embraced your submission and gave me everything I asked for. That was just raw!”
She grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head, leaned forward and kissed me. I got a nice shot down the front of her dress. She stayed there purposely so I could get a good look as she gently shimmied above my chest. She asked, “Do you like when I tease you?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
She chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty obvious Stevie. You turn me on. You must like that.”
“Of course.”
“What would you say if I asked you to do it again?”
“I’d say no,” I told her.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not gay. I’m not even bi.”
“But now…you’ve already done it, and you seemed to love it. I sure loved it. So, why were you so turned on by it?”
“That’s why, I guess…because you were so turned on by it. I don’t know,” I said. “Everyone wanted it. It’s hard to describe. Of course, I had to do it in order to get paid, but it was being under your control after I lost the match. I became your conquered slave. I was willing to shame myself in order to please you. I’m a natural sub so there’s a high level of eroticism in that for me. Plus, I’m an exhibitionist. You ordered me to do it. I was your willing servant. That meant more than the money. Once I understood the predicament I was in, I felt I had no choice but to let everything go. The humiliation of it – submitting to that level for you, to say nothing of all those women was crazy. I was the center of attention whether I wanted to be or not. I was the one – well, me and Charlie, who were turning all of you on. My orgasm came from being a degraded sex object, satisfying the perverted desires of you and all those women. That’s what took me over the top…but I don’t want to do it again. Frankly, I’m embarrassed by it. I wouldn’t want any of my friends to know. They’d think I was gay, and I’m not.”
She said, “I know you’re not gay Stevie. That’s what made it so exciting – putting you into a position where you became so perversely aroused by your submission, that you’d suck another man’s cock on my command. There’s tremendous erotic power in that for me.”
Cory excited me on a level I’d never experienced with anyone. Maybe it’s because I’d never been with anyone so casually dominant. She wasn’t mean about it. There were no whips or chains. There was no need. The effect she had on me under those circumstances rendered me helpless. I felt compelled to do whatever she desired.
I was in a compromised position and my dick was stiffening as she recalled that night – especially when I got glimpses of her breasts down the front her dress. I went to pull away so I could caress her, but she held on to my wrists. Though the thought of being dominated again by her was nothing short of delicious, I really wanted to pull my arms from her grip so I could touch her. I started laughing when I twisted my wrists free, but she suddenly put me into an armbar. Bang! Just like that! In the blink of an eye, I had to submit to her.
I yelled, “Geez! I give!”
She let up a little and said, “You give what?”
“I give!” I yelled again. “I give up!”
She released me and laughed. She 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 gently said, “We can grapple if you’d like. Do you want to fight for every piece of clothing, or maybe you should just take off your clothes for me?”
“You win,” I said. I thought…hell, I just want to fuck.
I took off my shoes and socks and she pushed me back again. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and began pulling them down giving me more glimpses down her dress. I raised my hips to help her. All I had on now were 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 and said, “You like it.”
She propped pillows against the headboard and told me, “Lean back and spread your legs.”
I gladly did as I was told.
She said, “I’m going to excite you Stevie.”
“I’m excited,” I said.
“Yeah, but I mean, I’m really going to excite you. I want you in desperate need of me to satisfy your lust. I want you weak. I’m going give you what you like. I’m going to control you, because you like that. I’ll make you helpless to resist me. Just do as I say. You said you’re a natural sub. I’m a natural Dom. I’ll tell you what to do as we go. Play with yourself and watch me. Submit to me Stevie. Stroke yourself and watch.”
I stroked my cock through my briefs and fondled my balls with my other hand. She stood up, kicked off her shoes and danced while beginning the slow process of removing her dress. I felt open to her, like I had nothing to hide. I eagerly did what she wanted.
She wore a black G-string. I watched her petite little bubble ass jiggle when she’d pull her dress up. She didn’t take it off like a cheap stripper. She was sultry and erotic. Every move had purpose. She knew the effect she had on me, and she teased me. The first glimpses of her breasts as she gave me peeks, showing very little at first, then a little more until her dress was finally off was erotic as hell. No one’s ever tripped my trigger like Cory.
She climbed back onto the bed and knelt between my legs. Her small breasts jiggled with every move. She took pleasure in showing herself off, running her hands over her breasts and her crotch as she watched me stroke myself.
She grabbed my wrists and spread my arms out to the sides. I didn’t resist. She rubbed her hands up and down my chest. The sight of her making love to me like that was pure splendor. She’d slide her hands over my hips and between my thighs, occasionally sliding over my cock, causing me to twitch every time.
Whenever I reached for her, she’d push my arms to the sides again. She’d say, “I’m in control here,” then she’d return to teasing me.
She climbed on top of my stomach again and straddled me, then leaned over to put her tits in my face. I licked them. I sucked them. I bit softly on her nipples and she was becoming visibly excited. She’d kiss me, then pull away, giving and taking – teasing, while giving up-close views of her perky breasts. Her expression begged for it despite being the one in control. She made it clear she wanted me, but it would be on her terms.
She 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. Inside was a handcuff attached to a short chain. She grabbed my wrist. Again, I didn’t resist. She cuffed me, then she pulled a cover from the other side and cuffed my other wrist. With my arms restrained wide apart, she could do whatever she wanted. My increased vulnerability enhanced my excitement. I felt wild – free to accept whatever she wanted to do to me.
Cory was at ease and confident in her sexuality. She exudes an “anything goes” persona that allowed me to do the same.
She slid down to lick my chest. She licked my stomach and pulled at the waistband of my briefs as if she were about to pull them down to suck on me. Then she wouldn’t. She was driving me crazy. Sometimes she’d giggle, giddy by the control she had over me.
She leaned over to one side, opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. She turned it on and rubbed it all 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. Her expression was of wanton helplessness. She moaned softly. I was the one who was restrained but she was giving herself up in front of me, knowing how much she turned me on. When she pulled it back out, it glistened from her juices.
She said, “Taste me Stevie,” and pushed it against my lips. She moaned, watching me taste her juices with her vibrator in my mouth. She’d run the vibrator over my cock and balls then rub herself with it again, then have me taste her some more. We were both excited – moaning and breathing heavily. She was putting on an erotic show for me and I was doing the same for her. The teasing went on for nearly half an hour. It was heavenly torture and she kept me erect the entire time.
The ring of her phone startled me. My cock started to wilt. She glanced at the nightstand to see who it was. She said, “I need to get this.”
She said, “Hi Fina.”
How many women are named Fina? Fina was the third woman in the ring 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 in a few minutes. Don’t ring the bell. Just come in when you get here.”
I felt let down – just as things were getting intense.
After Cory hung up, she said, “I haven’t seen Fina in a while. She’s one of my best friends, so of course she can stop over.”
I said, “I better get dressed.”
“Why is that?” she asked.
“Because Fina’s coming over.”
She said, “Oh…Fina won’t mind. Just stay put.”
“I have a choice?”
She laughed. “Nope.”
Wow! This is a crazy surprise, I thought. I remembered the match with Margot at the club. I was tied up with Margot and Fina fondling me, and Cory working a small vibrator in and out of my ass. They allowed me to have one hand free and told me to jerk off in front of a small group of women. It was the pinnacle of erotic submission for me.
Cory resumed the tease. My thoughts now included Fina as I knew she would arrive soon. Butterflies welled up in my belly at the thought of being restrained again by the two of them. I was afraid when Margot beat me, but fear enhanced the eroticism. I knew this would be really exciting and my dick stiffened again.
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Cory continued teasing me for a few minutes when I heard the front door open and close. My butterflies were in full flight.
“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? Shit! If the “feeling vulnerable scale” went to ten, I was at eleven. My first thought was…maybe she brought Margot and I’d be treated to a virtual repeat of my first match, but Fina walked into the room with a young guy. He was about five nine, average build, decent looking with dark features.
Cuffed to the bed with a strange man in the room was awkward to say the least. As uneasy as I was, I couldn’t help but appreciate the pink hot pants and halter top cradling those large boobs as Fina sauntered past the foot of the bed.
She said, “What’s going on?”
Cory looked at her and smiled as if to say, “Look what I caught.”
Fina turned and faced me when she got to the corner of the bed. She looked me over from head to toe and said in a sultry voice, “Well hello again. Nice to see you.” She laughed and said, “I see you’re tied up at the moment.”
My vulnerability amused her. My fear excited me.
Cory was still teasing me without touching my cock. She never gave a thought to the fact that we were both virtually naked. Of course, she does this for a living. She’s used to being naked in front of others, but having a man present made me uncomfortable.
Fina said, “I heard you put on quite the show a couple weeks back.”
My thoughts went back to the match with Cory. No sooner did Fina speak of my humiliating loss, when Cory began stroking my cock through my briefs. Her perfect tits jiggled within reach, but my hands were restrained.
Fina says, “Oh yeah, I definitely remember you. You were fun.”
She introduced me to her boyfriend, Clay. He walked over to the side of the bed. His eyes were locked on my crotch. I looked at him and said hello. He looked up briefly and coldly nodded back.
Cory leaned forward and laid on my chest. She whispered into my ear, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you while they watch.”
I didn’t have to think much about it. I imagined Cory bouncing up and down on me while I was restrained with Fina and Clay watching. I’d never done anything like that before, but it seemed steamy as hell. I whispered back, “Yes.”
“But you’re going to have to earn it,” She said softly.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She said, “You’ll have to beat Clay in a sex fight.”
“What? Why?”
“Because Fina and I want to watch. We want to see the two of you wrestle for dominance, with the winner collecting a blow job. Oh yeah…and when you win, I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Oh geez,” I said. “No fuckin’ way!… “
“Yep,” She says. “Winner gets his cock sucked by the loser. If you win, Clay sucks your cock and you’ll get me. C’mon Stevie, I want you to win as much as you do. You can beat Clay.”
Cory kept me aroused. She was my dream date, but I would have to wrestle this guy and win if I were to have her. I felt betrayed, disappointed and frankly, a bit pissed off. My cock wilted again.
She slid back so she was kneeling between my legs and fondled me again. Her longing expression silently stated this was something she really wanted. Despite my disappointment, it was hard to imagine not giving in to her desires. I started to imagine beating Clay, then making love to this magnificent woman. Before long, I was back at full attention.
She said, “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Well then, wrestle Clay. Fight for me Stevie. I’ll be ready for you after you win.”
This seemed all too strange. I found it difficult to focus with Cory teasing my cock. I wanted to please her. I wasn’t resisting the fantasy of sex fighting Clay in front of Cory and Fina. The idea of it actually seemed raw and exciting. Everything appeared to be in my favor, but I wasn’t absolutely sure I could beat Clay. I said, “I’m not sure I want to risk losing.”
I looked up at Clay. He was still looking at my cock. Then he looked me in the eye and smiled. “I’m gonna make you suck my cock. I’m gonna cum in your mouth and all over your loser face,” he said. “That’s why I’m here.”
Holy shit! That sent a chill through me. What a fucking little prick! I was a shaken, but angered by his attitude. Fuck him! I wanted to thump his ass. I didn’t want to wrestle him. I wanted to punch his fucking face. He’s not very big. Anger elevated my confidence. I felt sure I could beat him and besides, humiliating the arrogant little fucker might be fun.
Cory said, “I think this will be a good match and I’ll get off either way. It’s a win/win for me. C’mon Stevie, I really want to watch you wrestle Clay. Fight for me.”
“What’s with you anyway?” I asked.
“Don’t get upset,” she says. “You excite me in a way most guys don’t. I love watching men when they get so caught up in the moment, they do things they wouldn’t normally do…for women…like you did for me after our match. I don’t want them threatened by pain. I want them overcome with lust. Seeing men like that turns me on more than anything.
“Yeah, but…”
“I like watching men get off on each other when women make them do it. I especially like being the one in control. I like controlling women too, but I especially like men. Besides, you’re a natural sub.”
She didn’t have to say that out loud. It felt like a challenge in front of Fina and Clay. Cory made it hard to back out.
“So you think,” I said. “I can beat this fucker. So…let me get this straight. When I win, Clay sucks my cock. Then I get you. Is that right?”
Clay was laughing. He says, “You’re not going to win.”
Cory said, “Yup.”
I thought about what it would be like, Clay on his knees and the girls commanding him to suck me. I didn’t give a shit about Clay, but if that’s what hit Cory’s switch, I’ll take a blow job from the little fucker to please her.
Cory continued to stroke me. I was excited by the thought of her and Fina watching Clay submit to me.
“And am I supposed to wrestle him with my hands cuffed to the bed?” I asked.
Cory laughed. “No silly.” She began to uncuff me. “We’re going to the basement.”
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Once Cory released me, she led us to the basement door and down the stairs. Her basement was cave-like, but stunningly finished with a hardwood floor and black ceiling. A wood-paneled bar with a black marble top commanded attention along one of the fieldstone walls. Recessed lights dimly illuminated strategic areas, giving the room that cave-like feel.
Cory asked if anyone wanted a drink before we got started, and we all did. She brought us our drinks and said, “Follow me.”
She took us to the end of the room, then through a door into a similar sized room, but with bean bag chairs and little tables surrounding a wrestling mat that took up about half the room. It was a small gym, with work-out equipment at the far end.
“What do you think?” Cory asked. “Obviously, I love fitness and martial arts.”
I had something different in mind for my first date with Cory. On the other hand, this kind of thing had been a fantasy of mine, and if it would fulfill Cory’s fantasy too…well…
Wrestling another man for sexual dominance in front of Cory and Fina seemed adventurous…and besides, I needed to teach Clay a lesson. I readjusted my mindset. I would beat Clay’s ass and shove my dick down that fucker’s throat – for his attitude if nothing else.
“This is incredible!” I exclaimed.
My level of arousal came as no surprise. Fulfilling a woman’s desire is where all my fantasies begin anyway. This would be for Cory.
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Fina told Clay to take off his clothes, then she sat back in one of the chairs to observe. Clay did as he was told. He was staring at me with a smirk on his face. I wasn’t intimidated. I was going to beat his ass.
Clay also wore bikini briefs. When he took off his slacks, he pointed to his cock, nodded at me and smiled.
Clay is under 30, fairly fit looking, but not muscular. I’m more muscular than he is and I’m bigger. When I saw the size of the sausage laying to one side of his briefs however, I was caught off guard. It was already big while only semi-hard.
Flashbacks of Fina’s phone call suddenly streamed through my head. Funny, there was plenty of time for us to get back to her place after dinner – plenty of time to entice me into being restrained and tease me into oblivion. She talked about our wrestling match and asked if I would do it again – never gave a thought about being virtually naked when Clay and Fina walked in…without ringing the bell. Fina was only about 10 minutes away when she called, so she was already on Cory’s road. I was briefly led to believe that Cory, Fina and I would be having a threesome…and out of the blue, Fina shows up with Clay. I don’t think so. I looked at Cory and said, “This was all planned from the beginning!”
“Well yeah,” she said. “You’re just figuring that out now?” She laughed. “God, it’s fun to fuck with you Stevie. I love watching your surprise when you’re pushed to your limits. Even more…I love watching you cross those lines. There’s something about you. You’re like a naïve, innocent boy sometimes. You’re so new to all of this. Clay’s not.”
Cory seemed to love putting me into awkward, situations. It excites her when she has the upper hand. Consequently, it excites me too.
Cory said, “For safety, you’ll both start on your knees. Remember, I’m in charge, so what I say goes.”
She continued explaining the rules and finished with, “First guy with his briefs off, or at least, down to his knees loses. Like it or not, he’ll take the winner’s load in his mouth. You understand the risks and the rewards, but so you fully understand, you’ve now been reduced to sex objects for the enjoyment of two lustful women. I can’t wait to seeing who wins. Any questions?”
The reality of it hit me. I was nervous, but the titillation of me and another guy trying to strip each other in front of Cory and Fina was perverse and exciting. I wanted to be naked in front of them, but I had to beat Clay first.
Cory looked at me with the sultriest of expressions and whispered, “You have to win. After all…I want to fuck you.”
I needed to hear that. Clay and I would be the show Cory and Fina wanted to see. Then I’d have Cory.
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