Chapter 18 - Fight Night


     For obvious reasons my sleep that night was sporadic at best. Danielle was dead weight all through the night, her cock buried to the hilt the entire time. Every so often it would grow from her modest flaccid size the the great girth that I had fallen in love with, waking me up without fail each time. The feeling of her growing inside me was intensely arousing and one of the most amazing things I’d ever experienced. When it happened I could feel her blood pumping into her large organ in great massive surges in tune to the beat of her heart, expanding into my already full ass, pushing cum out as snaked its way back up deep inside me.

     I had no idea whether Danielle was awake or not, she was very quiet, her breath heavy but steady. I didn’t feel like saying anything to her, I just wanted to ride it out in silence, though it was sometimes hard to contain my gasps and moans. Each time she got hard it refused to go away until she exploded inside me. Sometimes it happened in minutes, sometimes it took much longer, but each time she drained her balls into my ass the pressure was too much to contain with Danielle on top of me and her cum oozed out around her cock drenching my taint and balls in her warm, sticky cock sauce. The feeling was magical, and the satisfaction of it was probably the only feeling helping me sleep that night.

     Before the rise of dawn I counted five orgasms throughout the night, each time her whole body tensed around me and her hips made instinctive, feral thrusts into my ass, desperate to sink as many inches into it’s bitch as possible. I myself might have had one or two but at this point I had stopped worrying about my own climaxes, getting fucked in my ass was satisfying enough. It was a strange feeling, to have sex and not worry about my own pleasure. There was only room in my brain for one persons satisfaction now.

     I had to admit, it was probably the best way not to get a good nights sleep i’d wager.



     We both slept late into the morning only to awake when my phone went off and Danielle reacted by pulling her cum-soaked flaccid cock from my thoroughly gaping ass with a sickly “Schlop!”

     I was still reeling from her quick exit when she tossed my phone at me.

     “Here, it’s Alex,” she said having a read at the name under the picture on my phone, “He’s cute.”

     “uh, thanks” I said catching it, “he’s also gay.”     

     “Shame,” Danielle said taking off her sweaty shirt, exposing her perky tits and tattooed shoulders, before putting her soft but still huge wet cock in my face, “Here, wrap those cocksucking lips around this.”

     My phone still blaring my ringtone I did as I was told and took her whole cock in my mouth, my chin touching her ample ballsack. Danielle smiled and slowly back away pulling it out of my mouth but leaving the sizeable jizz that was coating it in my mouth. I looked up at her all the while, our eyes locked together, she couldn’t have looked happier.

     “Mmm… Good boy,” she said when the head of her cock fell free of my lips, “I think I need a shower though, you look like you could use one too.”

     I examined myself, but not before I swallowed Danielle’s jizz, delicious as always. I was incredibly sweaty and my entire lower half was lying in a pool of semen that leaked from my ajar asshole.

     “Oh, jesus,” I sighed getting off the bed, most of the cum sticking to my crotch and thighs but a lot of it was dribbling down my legs to the floor, not wanting to stain the carpet I hustled to the bathroom as I finally tapped my phone to answer my friend.

     “Hey Alex what’s going on?”

     “Hey Jason!” he said relieved, “I was starting to think you’d never answer, what have you up to, haven’t seen you for a couple days.”

     “Yeah, sorry, I’ve been, uh, studying pretty hard.”

     “Well don’t kill yourself, anyway great news, the party is totally happening. We even got a house, so it ain’t gonna be at some stupid frat place.”

     “Aw, that’s awesome, how’d you get a house,” I asked sitting down on the toilet and trying to quietly evacuate the load in my ass while the tall blurry figure of Danielle showered nearby behind the glass.

     “Kim’s parents are out for a week and she’s offered the house.”

     “My ex? Well, I guess THAT’S FINE!” I said, raising my voice slightly at the end to cover up a fart of jizz.

     “You guys are still cool, right?” Alex inquired, “Last I checked you were on good terms”

     “Yeah, me and Kim are alright, could still be awkward though.”

     “Cool, anyway it’ll be Saturday night, so we can party right after our last exam, sounds perfect right?”

     “Yeah can’t wait man, already got my money saved up for some booze,” I said thinking about the three green bills I had in my wallet exactly for this occasion.

     Then Danielle’s voice came from the shower.

     “Hey Captain Buttslut, aren’t you going to tell him about me?”

     “Is somebody else there?” said Alex.

     “Ah, just a friend,” I said, for some reason still not comfortable declaring our relationship to my friends.

     “Oh! You’re gonna pay for that,” Danielle said over the shower wall, I think i could even see her distorted figure start jerking her cock. I reacted involuntarily by farting out most of the remaining cum in my ass into the toilet.

     “Oh, okay, well it sounds like you are a bit busy but we’ll catch up before the exam, right?” Alex assured.

     “You know it.”

     Just after that the shower water turned off and Danielle strutted out, her skin wet, shiny, gorgeous and wielding a full erection walked right towards me, her cock pointed at me like a gun.

     “You sure you don’t want to tell him about me,” she said her hands on her hips but her voice likely too soft for Alex to hear.

     “I’ll see you later,” I said to Alex and hung up.

     “So what’s the problem,” Danielle questioned, her cock still staring me right in the face and her breathing seeming heavy, “do you always wait so long to admit to your friends that you have a lover.”

     “I just, your just a little different,” I stammered, I could see fire in her eyes that was not the type of flame I usually adored.

     “Little!?” Danielle snapped crossing her arms now and jutting her hips forward, the head of her cock now only a few inches from my face, “You should know I don’t appreciate those kind of words around my cock.”

     “I’m sorry, this is just all very different for me and it’s moving kind of fast.”

     “You friend Alex doesn’t seem to have a problem with dick so why do you,” Danielle said, her voice was loud but not shrill, she seemed quite calm but I could see the unhappiness in her eyes, “Why should I keep dating you if you can’t admit that your even have a girlfriend?

     “Okay, I’ll tell them, I’ll start telling them,” I said, not sure if i could maintain that promise but I said it anyway, I stared at the head of her cock as it twitched and twitched in front of me, “How about I make it up to you,” I said leaning my head forward ready to blow her cock. But Danielle took a big step back, putting her hands on her hips again.
     “You know, I don’t think you’ve earned my cock today.”

     But she didn’t move, she just closed her eyes and then i saw her face scrunch up a bit and SPLAT!

     I was caught completely flat-footed as out of nowhere and without even touching her cock the whole time Danielle lit up my face with a full face load of jizz.

     “But… ngh… I do… still need… to take c… care of my… morning … wood!” Danielle grunted and breathed in between massive load after massive load, draining her big balls all over the front of my body. Instinctively I put a hand in front of me, unfortunately it was the hand holding my phone.

     She covered my face after three volleys before making sure that not an inch of skin was showing. I had to keep my eyes closed after the first shot and could feel the sticky substance cover more and more skin as she aimed further and further down.

     Man! A whole night of fucking and she still had a deep well of jizz in those big balls of hers.

     Danielle breathed a big sigh after I felt the last drop of jizz hit my foot.

     “Aaaaah… I haven’t cum without my hands in quite a while, it takes a lot of out of you.”

     I opened my eyes just barely able to see Danielle’s waning erection, a drop of her cum hanging off the tip.

     “I wish i had my camera, it’s like a work of art,” she continued with a gleeful chuckle, “Anyway, showers free, bitch.”

     With that she turned heel and left the bathroom.



     My quest to clean myself off in the shower ended up being a lengthy one, occupying the greater part of an hour to rid my skin of Danielle’s thick jizz. Especially my face where it felt like it had seeped into all the pockets and crevices of my nose and ears. I could smell and taste it even after I was clean, one of the few pleasantries on my senses since the first blast hit my face.

     My time in the shower gave me a chance to think about why I had acted that way to Alex and Danielle. I had panicked, but why. Why was I afraid to say, out loud to my friends, that Danielle and I were fucking. Was I worried they would find out she was born differently.I knew in my mind that she was a gorgeous woman and one of the best things to happen to me. I couldn’t blow this.

     My mind still chaos but my body finally clean I exited the shower and checked on my cum-soaked phone.

     It was working, but was going to need a sizeable amount of elbow grease to see it returned to it’s original condition. I wrapped it in a nearby towel, making a note to wash the towel later I left the shower to get changed.

     Danielle was leaning against the wall near the door tapping on her phone. Fully dressed, her corset and leather pants back on and her blonde tipped black hair back in it’s usual spiky punk form.

     “Hey,” I said upon seeing her, half expecting she would have left, “look, your right I’m sorry.”

     “I’m going in to check in at work. But we’ve got plans tonight.” Danielle stated ignoring my apology.

     “We?” I stuttered, “what plans.”

     “Sonya’s got a thing tonight, she wants you there, and we’re going,” she stated, uncontested, “You’re not busy tonight I hope?”

     “No, but…” I tried to find some words to argue but none came.

     “Great,” Danielle said, settling the matter immediately, “I’ll be back around 6:30pm to pick you up, be ready.”

     “Alright, I guess that’s it then.”

     “Yup. Bye.”

     And she left, my acute powers of observation telling me that Danielle was mad at me.

     The rest of the day I spent studying. My last exam loomed over me like a the storm you see coming a mile away but are unable to avoid, I already passed the class but I knew I could get a solid A so I pushed my distracting thoughts of Danielle out of my mind for the day and through on my music and didn’t leave the room for hours.

     Before I knew it the day flew by and it wasn’t until I started to feel my stomach rumble that I looked up and realized it was past 6 already, jesus what happened?

     I scrambled to get dressed having studied in my pyjamas all day and frantically I looked around for a granola bar or a bag of chips, anything to sate my hunger but any snacks I had left had been eaten for breakfast this morning. Before I could even think of a dinner plan there was a hard couple of knocks on the door.

     “Hey,” I said to Danielle as I opened the door.

     There she stood, freshened up and a new change of clothes on. This time opting to wear a simple black tank top but her red tartan schoolgirl style skirt made it’s return from several days ago and she had some sexy black knee high boots as well. Damn. My mind just went blank when I took a moment to remind myself that this hot chick was dating me. Huh, maybe outing our relationship wasn’t going to be so hard after all.

     “Ready?” she asked, a big smile spreading across her face as she looked at me.

     “Actually I need to eat something before we go, how long are we going to be out?”

     “Longish, but I wouldn’t worry about food, we don’t want to be late, Sonya will hate it if we’re late,” she said staring off to the side, I noticed that the tips of her spiky blonde hair was mostly leaning over in one direction, usually it was a bit more messy.

     “Come on, babe,” she said after a moment of watching me dig through my desk for any bit of food I might have lying around, “I’ll make sure you get some food in ya, maybe you can suck some protein out of my dick along the way.”

     I sighed resigning to deal with my hunger later.

     "Fine, let’s go.”



     Just moments later Danielle and I were speeding in her car towards the downtown area, I was starting to wonder as we weaved traffic if Danielle always drove this recklessly, all three times i’d been in her convertible I wondered if my day would end in a collision.

     “Are we really in a rush?” I asked as honking horns dopplered around us.

     “We are actually, this was the latest I could pick you up, in case you’d forgotten I spent my morning up your ass instead of at work. That tends to delay my time off.” She said it almost like it was my fault.

     “Well maybe next time you could resist the temptation,” I said, trying to sound playful.

     “It would be one of the few things in existence harder than my cock, so no.”

     “Is… Is my ass really that good,” I said, not a question I thought I would ever have to ask, “Everyone keeps going on about it.”

     “Oh Jason, why do you think no one can stay away once they’ve had it?”

     “Well, it’s only been you Sonya and Mikaela, one of whom has never had anal before, not exactly what I would call a proper sample size.”

     “See, look at you, you don’t need to study for that stats test.”

     “Really? that’s 101 sort of stuff.”

     “Sorry, statistics wasn’t my strongest class.”

     “So what then, is my ass lined with cocaine or something.”



     “Jason baby, it’s not so much the feeling, you just handle it so damn well. It’s not really much fun when the guy, or girl you’re fucking won’t stop crying or screaming. Kinda dampens the tone, in fact Mikaela mentioned that it pretty much makes her go as limp as play-doh. I mean I’ve fuck a lot of asses and there is something to be said when you can just go to town and not have to worry about hurting the other person. Especially when you’re super hung, not like you could relate.” She added wryly .

     “Oh,” I said, feeling like I actually learned something valuable.

     “Beside, if the number of people who have had your sweet ass ever got bigger, you might not have any free time on your hands, or you’d be the most popular guy in school, well to some anyway.”

     I swallowed this thought with strange intrigued, although I knew exactly what she meant, I had never been very popular, even amongst my small group of friends I sometimes felt like the tag-along.



     We had been racing to the heart of downtown for almost thirty minutes, still we were making remarkable time, the traffic ebbed and flowed but Danielle’s disregard for red lights or the yellow lines of the road brought them to their destination in probably half the time.

     “The Roger’s Arena?” I said quizzically staring at the large grey domed building as we entered the parking lot, “but the Canuck’s are on a road trip aren’t they?”

     I was certainly confused. I’d only ever been to the stadium once before to see the hockey team play but then the parking lot was totally full, here now it was maybe less than half, there was some event going on.

     “Check out the sign,” said Danielle pointing to the the giant LED screen in front of the arena.

     “UFC 175?” I said reading aloud, “Tae Hyuan Bang vs. Kajan Johnson, Yves Jabouin vs. Mike Easton, and Valerie Phillips vs. Sonya Saint-Dic.”

     Then I did a double take.

     “Sonya!? Our Sonya?”

     “The one and only, she’s been prepping for this fight for months,” she said as she pulled into a parking spot as close as she could get.

     “You got us tickets?”

     “Even better,” said Danielle reaching into her large satchel purse and digging out a necklace badge and handing it to me.

     “Backstage pass?” I quoted reading the tag with Sonya’s name under it, “Is Saint-Dic really her last name?”

     “Believe it or not it is,” Danielle confirmed getting out of the car, myself catching up to her in a few short strides.

     “Must run in the family then, eh?” I joked following the swish of Danielle’s skirt still examining the badge as if I was sure it must be fake.



     Once inside it wasn’t hard to navigate the small crowd since most of the attendees were already in their seats, the first fight having already started. But Danielle didn’t follow the crowd, we were off in a different direction, a route that forced me to keep my backstage pass held high as I passed numerous watchful crew members while I followed Danielle through the building. She seemed to know exactly where she was going, turning left and right down various hallways behind the scenes. No matter where we went I felt like I could hear the cheering of the crowd in the distance, it seemed to echo around the narrow halls as the fight raged on.

     At last after it seemed like the thirtieth person checked our passes we wound up near a series of locker rooms with no one else in sight.

     Danielle banged on one of the doors.

     “Who is it,” came a familiar Caribbean voice.

     “It’s Dany,” Danielle said looking back at me with a unsettling grin, “I brought you your cumdump!”

     “Oh…shiii…” was all I had time to say before the door whipped open and Sonya’s dark muscular frame blurred before me as I was grabbed and yanked into the locker room. I had a brief glimpse of various equipment, sports paraphernalia and a big tv in the upper corner before I felt strong hands bend me over a wooden bench in the middle of the room and yank down my pants with such power that the button and zipper in front broke.

     “Sarry Jason, but I can’t wait,” Sonya’s thick Caribbean accent boomed behind me even as I heard the metal button from my jeans bounce and tink against the hard floor, “but I got ta be out dere in less than five minutes and I’m cwazy horny.”

     As she said this, I turned my head behind me to try and see her and Danielle took that moment to sneak around in front of me and I heard the definitive sound of handcuffs clattering closed. I looked back forward and sure enough I was in a position from which nothing short of Herculean strength would extricate me as I was locked, bent foreward, over the bench.

     Every thing was happening so fast, my focus kept getting pulled around the room. As I stared at my handcuffs tying me to the bench only to temporarily forget who was behind me. But I wouldn’t forget for long.

     Sonya was in a hurry and once my pants were off and my position glue she dove straight in shoving her long black dick halfway up my ass in one thrust. No matter how many times it happens to me, that initial entry always knocks the wind out of me.

     Sonya’s powerful hands gripped my shoulders, I could already smell her starting to sweat, her musk was overwhelming even on a good day. Having got into a good position, Sonya wasted no time and proceeded to make my asshole very well acquainted with her giant black schlong.

     “Ooh!!” she moaned as she settled into her rhythm, “Dis is what I needed, dis is the ass I needed! Oh fuck! There aren’t many good anal whores out there like you bitch.”

     “Yes he certainly is a special one,” said Danielle, sitting in front of me at the far and of the very bench she had imprisoned me on, she was watching the buttfucking before her with glee, her cock still hidden away under her skirt.

     “I didn’t evan need to lube him either,” Sonya commented as she slid in and out of me with great ease.

     “Probably had something to do with all those loads I shot up his ass last night,” Danielle said, my cheeks burning with whorish embarrassment.

     With Sonya pounding away at my ass, probing to great depths, there wasn’t much I could muster to protest, if I even wanted to. Groans, moans and grunts was the language being shared. Sonya was on a mission to drop a load in my ass no matter what.

     I could even speak as my eyes rolled up and mouth fell agape. Sonya’s long cock and fast buggering speed made it impossible for conscious thought. My dick hardened, aiming straight down at my pants and underwear hugging my knees.

     Sonya shifted forward, I could almost see her knees out of my peripheral vision and she leaned over me, the nipples of her swaying boobs just tickling the shirt on my back. She angled her cock downwards and with huge squats only someone of her height and fortitude could do pumped hard and slow down into my ass.

     It felt like each prodigious thrust was like a train going full throttle in and out of my ass. This new angle was a complete assault on my prostate and fluid started spilling out of my cock at an alarming rate. With her cock aiming down there was a significant bulge around my stomach that Danielle was having fun admiring, a testament to Sonya’s incredible endowment.

     Her hands were all over my head and neck locking them in place as Sonya leaned further down, her head inches from mine while she continued to bring her ass all the way up then all the way down without fail.

     “You gon be a good little cumdumpster and take big load all up in your ass? huh?” she spoke softly into my ear between her huge thrusts, “You gon be my little cock sleeve tonight? Worship ma big black dick wit your ass?”

     Like expert verbal psychology these words broke down any resistance I might still have harboured. I did want it. I wanted all her cock. All her cum. I wanted to be hers and to be everything she wanted. An anal cumdumpster for her big black dick.

     “Yes! Fuck me! Cum in my ass!” I capitulated, “Filled me with your jizz until you can’t fill me any more!”

     As if our words unlocked the keys to our dicks, Sonya dropped her ass down on mine one last time. Her ample balls relaxed against my own. Her body resting insistently into mine, pressing my torso into the edge of the bench.

     Even before Sonya blasted her load into me my horniness breached the tipping point and my ass gripped her dick like a vice and I filled my underwear below me with my cock sauce.

     As my anus twitch around her cock, Sonya’s load shot into me amidst loud grunts and groans from my host. The ample bulge in my stomach quickly swelled in size with each voluminous jet of Sonya’s powerful splooge.

     “Aaaaaaah!” moaned Sonya right into my ear, still holding my head firm, “So fucking good!” Sonya added, thrusting slightly with each word.

     The familiar heat and pressure in my ass was a growing sensation that hit me with the reality of my consequences. A huge load sloshing around in my ass that I begged for.

     “Oh, yes…” sighed Sonya as she snapped out of her fuck craze and back to the present, “dat was exactly what a needed.”

     Without much ceremony Sonya pulled out quickly, wiping off her softening dick with a handy towel, which took some time considering the package she was working with.

     I Slumped off to the side of the bench that I was still stuck to I was barely registering my surroundings but eventually Sonya, fully dressed in tight fitting gym shorts and a tight containing sports bra and grappling gloves, all of which were black, came into view. Her hair done up in a tight bun, no longer flowing down to her shoulders. I could have sworn there was magic involved as I gazed up above to the statuesque ebony brawler with no discernible trace of the huge cock that moments ago was occupying almost every inch of my ass.

     “How… in the hell?” I mumbled, still feeling the fullness she’d left in me.

     “Well most of it was tanks to you,” said Sonya, bending over to give my ass a hard slap leaving it stinging and causing some semen leakage on the floor.

     “We commissioned a chastity cage of sorts for her,” Danielle explained from the other end of the bench, “but of course we can’t get it on when she’s, in the mood so to speak.”

     “It’s been a problem since da beginning,” admitted Sonya, “But a wouldn't trade dis moment for anything in da world,” she added an unfamiliar smile spreading across her mouth, I could only describe it as untamed joy.

     Then there was a knock at the door, loud and insistent.

     “Madame Saint-Dic, thirty seconds please,” came a female voice from the other side of the door.

     Sonya turned to look at Danielle and said, “Showtime,” in a voice full of both excitement and intensity.

     “Knock ‘er dead,” Danielle said.

     “Let’s hope it does not come to dat.”

     With a pep in her step Sonya hopped on her feet getting to the door, her hands barred in front of her ready for a fight. She grabbed a towel as she left closing the door swiftly behind her. Without wasting a moment Danielle strode over to the door and locked it from the inside.

     “Are you going to release me now?” I begged, the handcuffs weren’t tight but all the same I would have liked to be able to stand up instead of being stuck to the increasingly sticky floor as Sonya’s load slowly crept from my still gaping ass.

     “No. I’d rather not,” she chided walking over to the only chair in the rather small locker room and facing the t.v. in the upper corner which I was only now just taking in.

     “Um… please,” I begged again.

     “This won’t be long,” Danielle said taking a seat hardly even looking at me.

     The sound of commentary on the fights had until now only been in the background of my mind shot into my focus at the mention of Sonya’s name. Her fight was just starting. I glanced behind me shifting my position to get a better view of the screen.

     There was Sonya’s. Tall, dark and as muscular as ever hustling with purpose down the ramp to the octagon, she was almost a full foot higher than every other person around her, standing out like an ebony beacon. I had to admit I got a little aroused thinking that this beast of a woman had just seconds ago dropped a huge load in my ass, a load whose movements and fullness was all I could feel right now.

     “What’s her record like?” I asked as she stepped into the caged ring, only her, her opponent and the referee inside.

     “So far a perfect 4-0,” said Danielle, not taking her eyes off the screen, “I mean look at her.”

     Comparing Sonya’s tall muscular stature to that of her opponents, there was no doubt who was going to win this fight. The woman on the other end of the octagon, a white blonde girl named Valerie Phillips, the caption read, looked just as determined as Sonya to get a victory. But she was almost a foot shorter, and although the looked tough, with rippling abs and cold eyes. her frame looked downright fragile next to Sonya’s as they stepped up to shake hands.

     “Last chance to take bets,” Danielle said, finally looking at me, she held her phone aloft showing a betting app, the odds reading 5:1 for Sonya.

     “No!” I blurted out, finding the idea of betting, especially on a someone I knew, abhorrent.

     “Your loss, I myself look to make an easy hundred bucks.”

     I said nothing, perhaps because of my situation, or because I wasn’t feeling particularly preachy today.

     The next sound was the ding of the bell as the referee in the middle of the octagon dropped his hands.

     Immediately the two women rushed towards each other but Sonya’s strides were much longer and got to her fast, swinging for the face with her left fist. Valerie dodged to her right and made an opportunistic jab at her face that Sonya brushed aside with her free hand and coming at Valerie again with her left missing by inches just clipping Valerie in the shoulder.

     The speed and reaction of the two women were incredible, unsurprisingly Valerie seemed a bit quicker but Sonya’s punches were furious and her reach was long, less than ten seconds in a Valerie had only swung three times compared to Sonya’s nine. I could even see a bruise forming on her shoulder already where Sonya had landed a punch.
     I noticed that even from the distance the camera’s were at I could still hear Sonya’s heavy breathing as she and Valerie circled each other.

     Valerie rushed at Sonya, who stood her ground waiting for Valerie to make a mistake. She came at Sonya with a one-two, Sonya ducked and dodged both of them with monk-like awareness and hit back hard at Valerie’s ribs. Sonya’s opponent winced visibly as she took two left hooks to her abdomen. In a desperate response Valerie hooked her leg behind Sonya and then forced her back in an attempted to trip the taller black woman. A move I would have expected to fail.

     To my amazement though, it worked. Sonya was knocked down unable to restore her footing before Valerie jumped on her, fist starting to fly.

     “Oh no,” Danielle muttered, ass on the edge of her seat, the flaccid head of her cock just barely visible from my position on the floor

     It looked like it could be over but even from the ground Sonya was ready with a quick jab right in the face through Valerie’s fists. Caught off guard for a moment Sonya used Valerie’s own momentum to reverse the grappling and in a flash Valerie was underneath Sonya who was ready to lay the smack down. Her first two whacks were blocked by Valerie but the third and fourth found their mark right on the temple and jaw. There would not be a fifth punch as the referee intervene clearly seeing that Valerie was out of commission.

     The crowd cheered and Sonya stood up to the centre of the octagon while Valerie’s training staff rushed in to make sure she was okay.

     “Winner by TKO, Sonya Saint-Dic,” The referee raised Sonya’s hands in victory while behind her Valerie was conscious but slow to get up and was escorted outside the ring. Valerie hadn’t landed a single successful punch.

     “Yes!” shouted Danielle, checking her phone, “like I said, an easy hundred bucks.”

     Myself, I couldn’t help but look at Sonya. Victorious, her eyes exhuding the kind of look that I recognized as the same look she used to give me right before she fucked my ass a couple nights ago.

     Sonya didn’t stay around for ceremony, after the ref let her hand go she was out of the ring, ignoring all the camera’s and interviewers and was on her way back to the locker room, only taking a moment to grab a bottle of water and started chugging.



     Seconds later Sonya burst into the room after Danielle unlocked it. Without saying a word she ripped off her shorts, ruining them and unclasped her chastity device, tossing both aside as her big black dangling dick came out in all it’s glory.

     Immediately she grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back up onto the bench, making my ass presentable. She was breathing heavy, heavier then I’d ever heard someone breather and her cock was hard as a rock now that it was free from its cage.

     Within mere seconds of entering the room Sonya grabbed her cock, lined it up and buried it in my ass.

     Sonya panted and moaned wildly only thrusting five times before she went to the hilt and exploded into me, filling my already cum filled ass.

     “Oh fuck,” I bellowed as my colon was stretched and filled more and more, it couldn’t have been more than two minutes since she last came but it was still a huge load, maybe even bigger than her first.

     Although by now the feeling of someone cuming inside my ass was very familiar it still sent my mind away from the present and into some erotic blissful dream. Someone else pouring a part of them into me, and so near my prostate too, was euphoric.

     “Hah! Ah!” panted Sonya, sighing greatly as she finished inside me pulling out slowly with an audible pop followed shortly by a splash as a veritable river of jizz fell out of my gaping ass onto the floor.

     “Oh god,” I breathed resting my head on the bench and panting almost as much as Sonya, “You must… have really… needed to fuck.”

     “It happuns around a fight,” she said moving over to her gym bag and pulling out a monster energy drink, “I get so worked up it is insane.”

     “Alright, well you two have fun,” Danielle said having seen plenty and headed for the door, “I think I’m going to go have dinner, I’m pretty hungry.”

     “Wait… what?” I blurted out, still hunched over the bench, my hands cuffed around it and as far as I knew Danielle had the only key.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll be back in about two hours,” Danielle said blowing me a kiss and a wink, “Have fun.”

     “Don’t forget to lock up,” said Sonya as she downed the energy drink.

     “Of course,” she said as she turned the lock before disappearing out the door.

     “I’ll be honest,” Sonya started, “the handcuffs were my idea, hope you don’t mind.”

     “uh…” I stammered my mind lost between that familiar zone of lust and rationality.

     “Ready for round tree?” she asked striding back over to me her cock still as erect as ever.

     This was going to be a long night.
     She slammed her big warm cock down on my back with a loud wet slap, her cock coated in her own jizz. I could feel her big hairless balls resting against my sticky ass cheeks. She was letting the skin of my back get a little familiar with what was about to once again go up my ass.
     “How did you put it?” she inquired as she drew back her hips, sliding her cock along my back until it was right above my asshole, “fill you up until a can’t fill ya no more.”
      And with a big squelch she was inside me.
      “Now ya gone find out what it like to really be ma cocksleeve. A got two hours wit ya, and I’ll be using every second of it.”
      My dick got fully erect and leaking just at the thought of it.