Cage Match

Chapter One

I woke up hard, and was running way too late to do anything about it- what a start to the day.  I stuffed my boner into my boxers, buttoning my jeans as I shuffled my feet into my boots.  I had just enough thought to grab my gym clothes and a banana, and then was literally running out the door to catch the next bus to work.  I rode with my gym bag on my lap, desperately trying to think of literally anything other than the throbbing in my pants.  I managed to get myself under control by the time I walked into work, surprised that I was only 15 minutes late.

“Thanks for showing up,” a musical voice said from behind me.  Jenna.  Delicious curves, blonde hair, the most kissable lips.  Tits for absolute days.  My cock threatened to make another stiff appearance as I met her eyes, prompting me to issue her a quick wave before ducking into the break room.  I’ve never seen her naked- hell, we’ve never even been on a date- but she runs through my mind as often as any celebrity crush.  I took a deep breath, adjusting my still twitching cock in my boxers as I went back out to the floor to say a proper hello.

We have worked the same retail job for the last year or so.  This isn’t my forever gig, it’s just something I do to pay the bills while my MMA career takes off.  I have a good overall ranking in the region and am training for a larger competition at the end of the month that has the potential to elevate my career to the next level.  I have been pretty obsessive with spending time at the gym, meeting my coach for weight and agility training or sparring almost every day of the week.  It doesn’t leave me a lot of time for dating, but I’ve made my peace with it.  I will date later, once I get in a better position to achieve my dreams. 

The musical voice returned in the same joking tone. “Late night?” she asked, a smile dancing across her lips.  “Hardly,” I scoffed, “just hit snooze too many times I guess.”  Our boss gave us marching orders for the morning, with Jenna and I being paired together to unload some inventory in the back.  We spent the day flirting and working, me tousling her long blonde hair and her not missing a chance to punch my arm or touch my shoulder to steady herself on the ladder.  Every time she reached over her head, her shirt rode up a bit to show a toned stomach.  When she bent over, I could’ve gotten lost in her cleavage.  Every time I looked at her or caught a whiff of her flowery perfume my cock twitched, reminding me of my failure to provide it with relief this morning.  I was thinking about how I might have to spend part of my break in the washroom taking care of things when her voice broke my daydream.  “So how’s the whole fighting thing going?” she asked.  I occasionally talked to her about my upcoming fights, or PBs that I achieved in the gym.  She always listened with interest, though I was unclear whether it was genuine or just an excuse to flirt.  In truth, I guess I didn’t much care.  “It’s going well,” I replied, debating on how much I should share.  It was something I could go on about forever, but she likely didn’t want to hear every single detail.  “Lots of time in the gym- I have a few big fights coming up toward the end of the month, and I want to make sure I’m ready,” I said. 

She giggled, though I didn’t think I had said anything particularly funny.  “What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.  “Oh, nothing,” she said, putting her hand on my arm reassuringly, “it’s just that I can’t at all picture you beating the shit out of someone.  You seem so…nice,” she finished, her eyes sparkling.  “It isn’t really beating the shit out of someone,” I qualified, “there’s a lot of technique and strategy involved.  More than just a bar fight.”  I hoped that I didn’t come across as defensive, but I hated it when people compared my passion for MMA with aimless aggression.  “No, of course,” she said quickly, “I can tell that a lot goes into it, just with the amount of time you spend at the gym.”  She playfully squeezed my bicep, as if to make her point.  “It would be cool to see you in action sometime,” she said tentatively, “if you don’t mind being watched.”  I looked at her then, trying to gauge her sincerity.  “I don’t mind,” I said, trying to muster some modicum of nonchalance, “ill text you the address of the gym- you can come by anytime.”  She smiled at the invite, and I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach- and my god damn twitching cock.  I really had to do something about that.

My afternoon break seemed like the perfect time to relieve some tension.  I went to the bathroom, armed with the image of Jenna laying in the sun on the picnic table outside at lunch.  I thought of about a million different ways I could fuck her on that table, all the while she was talking about who knows what.  It’s not that I don’t care about what she has to say- she’s actually really funny and cool- but I find it impossible to listen when she’s laying on her stomach, perfect ass just begging to be grabbed.

I started stroking my cock, thinking about what it would feel like to cup her tits, feeling her nipples through her shirt.  I was hard again in an instant, my cock already dripping precum.  I thought about her perfect mouth, and how it would feel wrapped around my cock.  While she was laying on the picnic table, I so easily could have pulled her pants down, slipping my cock into her tight pussy.  My hands on her hips, setting the pace as I fucked her harder and harder.  I stroked my cock at the pace that I wanted to fuck her, feeling my balls tighten.  It was then that my boss knocked on the door.  Talk about a mood killer. 

“Yep, just a second!” I called, trying really hard not to scream in frustration and need.  Sure, sometimes I edged myself for fun, but that was a sick fucking joke.  I realized that I wouldn’t be able to finish with my boss waiting to use the washroom, so I focused instead on softening my cock (again).  I felt like I owed it a thousand apologies, and made a mental note to watch some good porn after the gym- have a proper orgasm.  It was the least I could do after a day of torture.

The rest of the day passed without incident; before I knew it we were done for the day, and I was about to leave for the gym.  “Have a good night!” Jenna said, looking up at me through her lashes.  “Bye,” I said lamely, trying (and failing) not to look down her shirt.  All of a sudden her tits pressed into me, and I felt her arms around my neck.  Her lips found mine, swallowing what would have been a sound of surprise.  My body finally caught up, and I leaned into the kiss.  Her lips tasted sweet, her tongue tentatively dancing with mine as she deepened the kiss.  I felt her fingers in my hair, and wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer to me.  She felt amazing, and my surprise quickly gave way to excitement.  That pesky boner was back, and I grinded into her waist as I kissed her back.  We finally broke apart, both breathing heavy.  She looked up at me, a smile dancing across her perfect lips.  “See you tomorrow,” she breathed, turning and swinging her hips as she walked away.

Chapter Two

I made it to the gym in a complete fog, thinking of little other than how amazing Jenna’s kiss felt.  I changed hastily into my spandex shorts, my cock continuing to remind me how I had neglected it all day.  I was beginning to become really concerned about some sort of boner-induced stroke if I didn’t have an orgasm soon.  I thought about rubbing one out before I worked out, but figured the need would fuel me into a better performance.  The gym was actually much emptier than usual, an observation that I should’ve made much earlier.  Before long I was the only one there, but was so focused on my workout that I didn’t realize it.  It wasn’t until the lights were turned on and off that I snapped out of my focused sweat to take in my surroundings.  The gym was quiet, the absence of equipment noise and heavy breathing now very obvious.  The octagon was empty, as were the practice mats- not a single soul was sparring.  I wondered briefly if I was dreaming, a thought that I became more and more sure of as I saw a dark figure walking toward me. 

Demi fucking Lawrence.

I had to do a double take, shaking my head to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.  What was she doing here? In the gym that I go to? It didn’t make sense.  Why she was in front of me stopped mattering at about the time I got a good look at her- at that point literally nothing mattered to me anymore.  She was a goddess- long dark hair, toned arms, ample tits tightly stuffed into a sports bra.  Her hips were wide-set, transitioning into absolutely huge thighs, the likes of which could hold or crush someone in a snap.  I swallowed hard, completely unable to speak, or move.

“You sure don’t know how to take a hint,” she said, her voice throaty and deep.  I blinked at her impotently, my voice gone, maybe forever.  “Hello? Anyone home? Do you notice the gym is empty? I bought it out for the night- I like to spar alone, without the hassle of onlookers and autographs.  Alone, meaning…without you here.”  She looked me up and down, hands on her hips, waiting on an answer.

I finally managed to choke out a few words- something along the lines of “Uhhh, sorry, I didn’t know.”  I couldn’t stop looking at her- the way her right hip jutted out, or the piece of hair that got caught in her lip gloss as she scoffed at me.  “Well, off you go,” she said dismissively, turning on her heel.  To this day I have no idea what came over me- temporary insanity, emboldened perhaps by Jenna’s earlier kiss and maybe too much blood in my cock. At any rate, before I had a chance to consider the outcome, I heard my voice say, “Make me.”

She stopped, her ass jutting out of her skin-tight booty shorts as she turned on her heel.  “Excuse me?” she said, her voice incredulous.  She faced me, squaring her muscular shoulders.  One look at her and I completely lost my nerve.  “Sorry, I’m sorry…Demi…I don’t know what came over me.  Of course I’ll leave,” I said sheepishly.  I couldn’t believe that I had spoken to one of my idols (not to mention insane crushes) like that- what was my problem?!  She smirked, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered me.  “My sparring partner isn’t here yet, and you seem…feisty.  I’ll tell you what- let’s spar.  If you manage to stay standing, you can stay- when I pin you, you’ll get the hell out of here and leave me to work out in peace.  Deal?”

I couldn’t believe my luck- was Demi Lawrence actually inviting me to spar with her? Demi Lawrence, blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, one of the hottest women on the planet- she wanted to spar with me?  I must not have answered, because she tapped her bare foot on the mat.  “Well?” she asked.  “Y-yes,” I stammered, trying to collect myself.  I stood up taller, squaring my shoulders like hers.  “Yes, I’ll spar.  And I will enjoy the hell out of beating you,” I said, far more confidently than I felt. 

Chapter Three

We met in the octagon, each of us stopping to get our gear on. I jumped on the balls of my feet a few times, relaxing my arms as I got the blood flowing.  She did the same, her thighs and ass flexing as she did a few deep squats.  I could feel my cock pulse as I watched her, and begged my body to focus on the task at hand.  It was such a privilege to spar with her, and I wanted to be competitive- I wanted to impress her.  She set the timer.  “A win is a pin,” she reminded me, her voice echoing in the empty gym.  We squared up, my heart racing as I tried to focus my mind.  She nodded, and we began our dance.

We circled each other, both light on our feet as we sized up our competition.  She moved first, a quick jab at my shoulder to test my reflexes.  I dodged her, dipping down for my fist to connect with her side.  She turned at the last minute, my knuckles just grazing her ribs.  We both retreated, plotting our next moves.  I had her on height, and I was slightly more agile than her.  She had me beat on balance, though, and when a roundhouse kick made contact with my chest, I knew that she was a match in strength.  As I went for an overhand, she slipped under my arm and delivered one hell of an uppercut to my jaw.  I staggered back, tasting blood, seeing a smirk across her lips.  I landed a couple of good punches after that, throwing off her flow enough that she had to take a step back.  I couldn’t ignore the electricity that ran through me every time we connected- and it wasn’t just from the pain of the blow.  We had both broken a sweat, our breathing becoming more laboured as we jabbed and danced back and forth, trying to catch the other person off guard. 

Without warning, she roundkicked me right in the stomach.  I staggered back a few paces, trying to catch my breath.  She lunged at me again, trying to lower her body to take me out at the waist, but instead giving me a prime opportunity to get behind her.  While she was bent over, still propelling forward, I grabbed onto her back, wrapping my arms around her neck in a choke hold. I outsized her, but her technique was perfect- she waited for me to take a breath, twisting around my planted legs and using the side of the octagon to help her slide out of my grasp. 

She planted her leg opposite mind and leveled me on the ground in one fluid motion.  She knocked the wind out of me as she tried to pin me, but my lanky frame was able to bend away from her.  I fought to get on top of her, looking for a vulnerability to exploit to get her in a pinnable position.  She got a couple of good kicks in, but I stayed out of the grasp of her strong thighs.  I was able to land an uppercut from underneath her, causing her to stagger off of me.  I stood up just as the bell rang.

I let out a whoop of victory, but quickly swallowed it as I heard a slow clapping.  I looked at Demi, but she was standing across from me, a look of frustrated contempt on her face.  My eyes darted around the gym to find the source of the clapping, until they landed on none other than Brittany Black- world-famous MMA fighter.  I blinked a few times, not willing to believe my eyes.  Blonde hair, perfect curvy body, wicked smile- yep, that was her.  “That is your sparring partner?” I asked Demi through heavy breath.  She said nothing, rolling her eyes and removing her gear. 

“Bravo!” Brittany shouted from the floor outside the octagon.  “That was really something.  You’ve lost your edge, Demi- couldn’t even pin an amateur,” she chided.  “Shit, I came for some competition, but I guess I might as well have stayed at home,” she continued, her eyes sparkling.  She was dressed similar to Demi, with a sports bra and booty shorts.  She wasn’t quite as thick as Demi, but she was raw muscle- definitely not to be fucked with.  “Oh, shove it, Brittany,” Demi said, clearly pissed that she didn’t pin me.  I found a smug smile dancing across my lips.  “I told you I’d enjoy winning,” I told her, Brittany’s attitude contagious.  “Shut up, amateur,” they both said together.  My smugness faltered.

“Seriously, though, that was pathetic,” Brittany pressed.  Demi was obviously agitated, throwing her gear on the floor as she exited the octagon.  I found myself rooted in place, both turned on and terrified at the catfight below me.  “Fuck off, Brittany, he’s stronger than he looks,” Demi allowed, the compliment not lost on me.  Brittany got in Demi’s face, her face a sneer.  “Yes, the lanky amateur looks impossible to beat,” she said sarcastically.  Demi slapped her. 

“Hey,” I said, more out of shock than principle- Brittany could obviously handle herself.  “Stay out of it, amateur,” Brittany said through her teeth.  “Looks like I hit a nerve,” she said as she flexed her jaw where Demi’s palm had connected.  “It’s not like you could do better,” Demi said heatedly.  “We both know you’re here because you’re out of practice.  That so called amateur would wipe the floor with you,” she said, her earlier confident swagger returning.  “Oh, yah?” Brittany said, sizing me up for the first time.  “What do you think, amateur? Think you can take me?” I faltered, but only slightly.  “There’s only one way to find out.  Come see if you can do what Demi couldn’t,” I said with confidence that I didn’t entirely feel. 

Chapter Four

“Let’s see what you’re made of, hot shot,” Brittany said as we squared up.  Demi started the timer, and Brittany caught me off-guard with an immediate lunge.  Her uppercut connected with my chin, sending my head back and rattling my teeth around my mouthguard.  “You’re not sparring with Demi anymore,” she said, her jab meant for both of us, “let’s see what you’ve got.”  I shook off her hit, studying the way she moved.  She was slightly more compact than Demi, but her muscles were tightly wound beneath the tight spandex that covered precious little of her body.  Every hit she landed rippled through me, her slightly quicker speed proving to be a challenge for me to anticipate.

I landed a couple of good kicks to her ribs, throwing her off balance enough to get her on the ground.  I got on top of her, wrapping my legs around her solid core in an attempt to pin her.  She wiggled under me, taking advantage of the momentary distraction that her tits created to flip me onto my back.  She was now on top of me, fighting to wrap her limbs around me to render me immobile.  She managed to get me on my side, her leg wrapped around my neck.  Though she was smaller than me in height, those muscular legs had me struggling to get free.  My hands clawed at her legs and torso, trying to buck her off. 

I could feel myself getting tired, losing momentum as I tried to find a way out of the pin.  Brittany’s grip on me tightened, her arms wrapping around me and her legs tightening around my neck.  She had me, and I knew it.  I could feel myself going numb, and was just about to call it when the timer sounded. 

Talk about saved by the bell.

Brittany reluctantly released me, rolling her eyes at Demi’s cheers.  “Not as easy as you thought, eh? Told you he was strong,” she said, her voice much more animated in the face of Brittany’s loss as compared to her own.  “Oh, please- I had him, and you know it,” Brittany said, rolling her eyes.  “And you know it too,” she said to me, her tone menacing.  I took a deep breath, soaking in my unlikely victory.  I had just withstood the attacks of two of my absolute idols.  Brittany was right, of course- she had me- but I didn’t have to admit it.  I secretly wondered if Demi called the timer a few seconds early, but of course didn’t question it.  I was still standing, and I was feeling invincible.

“And he had already gone one round with me,” Demi continued, needling Brittany’s already clear frustration.  “I tired him out for you, it should’ve been an easy win,” she teased.  Brittany left the octagon, throwing her mouthguard and gloves down just as Demi had done.  “Whatever, it’s a waste of time sparring with an amateur anyway,” she said, almost pouting.  “I didn’t come here to fight him- I came here to kick your ass,” she said with a smile, the women’s’ friendship starting to shine through their bickering.  Demi walked over to Brittany, embracing her in the hug of an old friend.  Both women were slightly sweaty from their rounds with me, but didn’t hesitate in embracing each other.  “Fucking amateurs,” Demi said, both of them turning back to me. 

I stood in the octagon still, basking in my victories.  When I felt both women turn their attention to me, it was all I could do not to cower.  “What should we do with him?” Brittany asked Demi.  “Well, I did tell him that if I couldn’t pin him he could stay, so we can’t get rid of him,” she mused, a smile playing across her lips.  “I kind of want to double team him- teach him a lesson and win back our pride,” she joked, making Brittany laugh.  “That was hella frustrating,” Brittany agreed, “he kind of has it coming.” 

They both approached the octagon, leaving their gear behind.  I was frozen in place, my nerves and adrenaline crash finally getting the better of me.  “You think you can take both of us?” Brittany taunted, her and Demi flanking me on either side. I laughed nervously, “No, definitely not,” I said, edging away from them slightly.  “You know,” Demi said slyly, “we don’t have to kick his ass.  There are other ways to double team him…other ways to take out our frustration.”  She winked at Brittany, who smirked.  “Do you want to make it up to us?” she asked me sweetly.

I had no idea what had just happened, noting the change in her tone and approach.  “Uh, sure…” I said naïvely.  “Oh yah?” Brittany said, catching on to Demi’s plan.  “So you think you can take both of us?” she repeated, this time a different inflection in her voice.  They closed the gap between us, so that they were both toe to toe with me.  Demi ran her finger along the waistband of my shorts, creating goosebumps in her path until she snapped my shorts back on me.  I winced, more in surprise than anything.  “I suppose he is also entitled to a reward for winning,” she mused, licking her lips.  I finally understood their plan.

Chapter Five

The women made quick work of my shorts before I fully realized what was happening; Demi pulled them over my hips, my soft cock hanging down as she brought my shorts to my ankles.  I felt incredibly self-conscious- of course on the day where I couldn’t seem to get rid of my boner, when I finally need it it’s nowhere to be found.  Brittany snorted.  “This? This is what we have to work with? There’s no way you can handle both of us with this,” she teased, lifting my soft cock and letting it fall against my balls.  Demi snickered, wrapping her hand around me.  “Fuck, we can’t even deepthroat this thing,” she said, “it’s pathetic.  I really thought that based on your size you’d have something to offer us,” she directed at me.  I mentally begged the floor of the octagon to open and suck me into it.  I was humiliated, my limp cock the object of ridicule from the two hottest women on the planet.  My nervousness eroded my earlier confidence, and I moved my hands to cover myself and preserve the little dignity that I had left.

“He’s soft,” Demi remarked, her tone still cruel.  “Do you not find us attractive?” she asked ironically.  Brittany followed suit, “That must be it- we aren’t his type,” she said, taking Demi’s hands in hers.  She kissed Demi, deep and passionate, grabbing a handful of her generous ass and drawing her in.  I almost choked on my breath- the sight of the two women making out and groping each other was the stuff of my literal dreams.  I could feel my cock respond, my soft five inches becoming a hard nine almost instantly.

Demi’s hands found Brittany’s hair, weaving through it as they kissed.  They licked lips, touched tongues, and giggled as they touched each other, getting lost in their own show.  By the time they turned back to me, my cock was rock hard, and I was hungry for both of them.  “Well, well, well, look who’s come to play,” Demi teased, her eyes widening at the sight of my stiff cock.  “Much better,” Brittany agreed, wrapping her hand around me and stroking.  “Long and thick,” she marvelled, “my favourite.  Can you take a cock this big, Demi?” she asked, her natural competitor coming through in her voice.

“Definitely,” Demi said, not to be outdone.  “Wanna see?” she said with a confident smile, lowering herself to her knees.  Brittany stood back, a sultry smile on her lips.  Demi took the base of my cock in her hand, stroking me as she assessed my size.  “He’s huge,” she remarked to no one in particular.  “Stop stalling, get him in your throat,” Brittany said impatiently.  Demi licked the tip of my cock, and my whole body trembled.  I had been poised to cum at a moment’s notice all day, and I realized that it would require an Olympic level effort to keep from exploding all over her beautiful face as soon as her lips closed around me.  I took a deep breath and prepared for the ride of my life.

Demi licked me from shaft to tip, soaking my throbbing cock in her spit before she finally closed her lips around me.  She cupped my balls as she sucked the top half of my cock, working her tongue and mouth around it in a practiced motion.  She bobbed her head in and out, each time taking me further and further into her mouth.  I could feel the back of her throat with the tip of my cock, but she had yet to really push.  I let her set the pace, so focused on not cumming that I didn’t think I could really do much else.  She picked up her pace, slamming the tip of my cock into the back of her throat with more and more force. 

I moaned- her mouth felt absolutely unreal- and planted my feet so that she could get me down her throat.  She wrapped her hands around my waist, cupping my ass cheeks and drawing me into her throat.  I felt the resistance of her throat each time, her shoulders squaring as she pushed me down deeper.  Her throat constricted around me as she coughed, pulling me out of her so that she could gag.  To her credit, she went right back down, trying again to get me deeper.  Each time she pulled me out of her throat, a string of spit connected my cock to her mouth.  Her chin was soaked in spit, as were her hands. 

“Come on, first you can’t pin him, and now you can’t get his cock down your throat? Maybe you’re the amateur,” Brittany said from somewhere beside us.  She knelt beside Demi, grabbing a handful of her hair. “Here, let me tie your hair back for you,” she said, wrapping an elastic around it and then grabbing her by the ponytail. “Clearly you need some help,” she said patronizingly.  She forced Demi’s face toward me, my cock pushing into her throat further than before.  Brittany held Demi’s head on my cock even as she started to struggle.  “That’s it, keep it there- further,” she coached, her voice unyielding as Demi gagged.  She finally gave her relief, pulling her off of me as she coughed and sputtered, spit running down her face and onto the mat.  “Again,” Brittany said, pulling Demi by the hair back to my cock. 

She pumped Demi’s head on my cock, her pace fast and rough.  “Are you going to let him beat you at this too? You really are useless,” Brittany said, pulling Demi off of me once again to let her breathe.  Brittany spit in her open mouth, and then spit on my cock.  “Maybe you need more lube,” she said before forcing my cock back down her throat.  Brittany’s help got me further into Demi, but she still wasn’t even close to getting me all the way in.  Demi planted her hands on my thighs at one point, gasping for air.  “I can’t do it,” she said, tears in her eyes from the relentless deep throating.  “He’s too big for me,” she said, her disappointment in herself clear.  Brittany released her hair, letting it fall and get stuck in the spit all over her face. 

“He’s not too big,” Brittany said confidently, “get out of the way- I will show you how to suck a cock.”  Demi didn’t fight her as she elbowed her out of the way.  Demi stayed kneeling, trying to regain her composure as Brittany spat on my cock again.  She took me into her mouth easily, the new sensation making it even harder for my cock not to explode.  She worked her neck as she bobbed back and forth, her throat already seemingly deeper than Demi’s.  She sucked me hard, pulling me into her mouth and then swallowing to get me into her throat.  The sensation of her throat closing around me was almost too much to bear; I grabbed a handful of her hair, more to steady myself than her.  She moved off of me, taking a breath and adding more spit before going back.  She pulled me into her, swallowing more and more of me until she was almost there- almost, but not quite.

“See, not as easy as you thought…you’re all talk, Brittany,” Demi said smugly.  She crawled up beside Brittany and watched her work, clearly pleased that she wasn’t able to do it.  “Here, let me get your hair for you,” Demi said with fake concern.  She pulled Brittany’s hair into a ponytail, securing and then holding her by the hair and pumping her head onto my cock.  Brittany gagged at not being able to set the pace, but Demi didn’t relent.  “See? How do you like it?” she asked cruelly, pushing on the back of Brittany’s head to force another inch of me down her throat.  She spit on her face before forcing me down until Brittany was gagging after each time, the sound of Demi’s laughter drowning out the coughing.

Brittany eventually tapped out, falling back on her heels and wiping the considerable amount of spit- Demi’s and her own- off of her chin and chest.  Her sports bra was soaked in spit, so she removed it as well, revealing magnificent tits.  “Fuck, he’s big,” she said, as if I wasn’t still in the octagon.  “I really hate losing,” she said, fire in her eyes as she stood up.  Her tits bounced as she lowered her center of gravity, wrapping a leg around me and taking me down in one fluid motion.  I slammed down on my back, too stunned to fight back.  Brittany sat high up on my chest, pinning me with her strong legs.  “It seems like we should get something out of this,” she said to Demi over her shoulder.  “Take a ride.”

Chapter Six

I heard Demi moving behind Brittany, but my view was blocked by Brittany’s tits.  I could see her perky nipples, hard after her exertion trying to deep throat my cock.  I was laser focused on the way her tits curved into her muscular frame when I felt Demi lower herself onto my cock.  I slid inside her easily, swallowing my surprised moan as I felt her pussy start to stroke my cock.  Brittany kept me pinned as Demi rode me, rendering me completely helpless.  Demi’s hands reached around to cup Brittany’s tits, pinching her nipples and making her moan in tandem with me. 

Demi’s pussy felt even better than her mouth, her hips griding into me to take me deeper.  I felt her strong thighs on either side of me; with Brittany’s thighs also pinning me I was completely at their mercy.  Demi moved her hips in circles, coaxing moan after moan out of me.  “It looks like we are finally getting the better of him,” Brittany said, pitting a finger in my open mouth and wiping spit on my face.  She trailed a string of spit from her mouth onto my cheek, smirking.  “Now you’re starting to look more like us,” she laughed, squeezing her thighs hard enough that I had to think about breathing.

They toyed with me for a while this way, with Brittany finally getting up to take off her shorts.  Demi continued to ride me, her body fully naked and an absolutely jaw dropping sight.  I put my hands on her hips, both to steady her pace to stop me from cumming and to tether me to the earth.  She let me slow her pace, her focus split as she watched Brittany undress.  My attention was also split, half watching Demi’s tits bounce as she rode me, the other half watching Brittany bend over, her ass fully exposed as she stepped out of her shorts.  My mouth hung open, unable to believe my luck- it was the perfect opportunity for Demi to lean forward and spit in my mouth.  “This is much more like it,” she said as she slid me out of her, “I like you better pinned.” 

With that, she slid herself up my chest, smothering my face with her thighs and lowering her pussy onto my mouth.  As she did so, I felt Brittany slide my cock inside her, riding me reverse cowgirl.  Brittany bounced up and down on my cock like a jackhammer while Demi rode my face, squeezing my head with her thighs until I felt lightheaded.  I moaned- in pleasure, for help, I’m not sure, driving my tongue into Demi’s pussy as Brittany squeezed my balls while she rode me.  The taste and smell of Demi’s sweetness was intoxicating, her soft pussy contrasting with her hard thighs.  If it’s possible to die from sheer pleasure, I would have right there in the octagon.

I could hear them talking to each other, but Demi’s thighs prevented me from making out the words.  Their tone was patronizing, just as it had been when they were fondling my soft cock.  I began to replay the moments of the night so far, with all of their dismissing and underestimating me.  They clearly thought they had me beat, and my inner competitor just couldn’t let them win without a fight.  I dug deep to find some resolve, planted my feet, and bucked my hips up as hard as I could to drive my cock into Brittany. 

I heard her scream, and felt her tense to hold on.  I bucked harder, driving all my strength into her pussy.  Demi’s pussy on my mouth was still making it hard to breathe, but I focused on using my tongue to keep her hips moving as I fucked Brittany with everything I had left.  I eventually bucked her off, and started to twist my body to get out from under Demi.  She had a better hold of me than I thought, and before I could execute my manoeuvre Brittany was back on my cock, this time with her legs planted on either side of me.  She was much better balanced when she slid my cock back inside her, meeting my thrusts with force of her own.  It felt like my cock was going to go right through her, both of us testing each other with the force we could fuck with.  Demi grinded on my face, her wetness increasing with her pace.  I licked her clit with force, swirling my tongue around it while craning my neck to get the perfect angle.  It wasn’t long before I heard both women scream, almost at the same time.  Demi’s thighs squeezed together until I couldn’t breath, her orgasm rocking through her body as she convulsed on my face.  At the same time, I felt Brittany’s pussy contact on my cock, and put all my energy into not exploding with her as she came all over my cock- I wasn’t finished with them yet.

Chapter Seven

Demi rolled off of my face, her breathing heavy as she laid on the mat beside me.  Brittany had collapsed on top of me, my hard cock still pulsing inside her quivering pussy.  I would start with her first.  I grabbed on to her hips, planting my feet again as I thrust up into her.  Her eyes widened, a moan escaping her lips as she realized I wasn’t done with her.  She tensed, her body not ready for my assault.  I held her steady, driving my cock up into her as hard as I could.  “Who owns who?” I asked her, delighting in the sound of her moans.  She smirked at my audacity, rolling her eyes through her moans, “Fuck you,” she said simply.

I bucked her off me, following her trajectory and coming up behind her.  She was still reeling, so I easily grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up on her hands and knees.  I drove my cock into her pussy before she even realized what was happening.  I held her hips and fucked her from behind, bringing her into my thrust as hard as I could.  She was screaming, and it sounded like music to my ears.  I took everything I could from her, but still found myself wanting more.  Her asshole winked at me, and I knew I had to have it.

I spit on her hole as I fucked her pussy, sliding my thumb in and out to get her attention.  Her moans changed pitch, her body tensing until she started to relax around my finger.  I spit on my hand, adding it to my cock that was soaked in her pussy juices.  She screamed when I pushed my cock into her ass, arching her back to take me.  I thrusted slowly at first, giving her a chance to get used to my size before I made it hurt.  I brought her hips into me, thrusting into her ass harder and harder.  She was so tight that it felt like I could cum at any instant, but now that I had had Brittany’s ass I realized I needed to take Demi’s.  I gave Brittany a few more good thrusts, finally leaving her crumpled and panting on the mat while I stood and grabbed Demi. 

She was still coming down from her orgasm, and wasn’t ready for my grip.  I pulled her to standing, shoving her face up against the octagon’s cage.   I pressed her into it, the chains cutting into her tits.  “Your ass is mine,” I whispered into her ear, adding more spit to my cock as I bent her forward.  I squatted a bit, easing her onto my cock so that she was partially sitting.  Her ass was absolutely perfect, offering me handfuls of curves as I thrusted into her.  I watched her ass jiggle as I fucked it,  driving my hard cock into her with abandon.  “Looks like I own both of you,” I say over my shoulder, emboldened by the blood pumping to my cock and the temporarily subdued women.  I wrap my arms around Demi’s waist, supporting both of our weight as I fuck her.  Her thick body is all mine, just like I have always wanted.  I grab another handful of her perfect ass, and the reality of my situation hits me like a ton of bricks.  I can’t believe that my cock is inside Demi Lawrence right now, and that it was just in Brittany Black.  The two hottest women on the planet, and…me.  My nervousness from before settles back in, and I can feel my legs weakening under Demi’s body.  I refocus my stance to hold us both up, but start to feel my cock soften at the effort.  My body is fighting against itself, and I finally collapse under the pressure, breaking Demi’s fall. 

I hear her laugh first, feeling her stand beside me and place her foot on my chest.  “You think you own us?” she scoffed, soon joined by Brittany.  “We’re just getting started.” 

Chapter Eight

The three of us were breathing hard, covered in sweat and spit.  I could smell and taste Demi’s cum on my face, and knew that my cock was soaked in juices from both women.  “Well, he’s made us cum,” Demi said with a laugh, “I guess now it’s his turn.” Brittany smirked, putting her foot on my chest beside Demi’s.  “I guess it is,” she agreed, “but first- who owns whom?”

I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of an answer; I had held out for this long, not only avoiding being pinned by both of them in the octagon, but also avoiding blowing my load all over them.  I was breathing deeply, trying to regain my strength and wits while they patronized me.  “He seems confused,” Demi said, “as if we don’t have him…by the balls,” she said with a laugh, stooping to cup my balls in her hand.  She rolled them between her fingers, making me moan in pleasure.  My cock twitched, desperate to explode. 

“Come on, answer us,” Brittany said, pressing her foot into my chest.  “Who wins? Who owns you?” I looked up at both of them, biting my tongue.  Demi tugged my balls, causing me to bite my lip and moan.  “Come on, we know what you want.  Just tap out, admit defeat, and we will give it to you,” she said sweetly, beginning to stroke my cock. 

Look, I’m only human.

“Fuck, fine- you win,” I said at last, realizing that there was no way I was going to beat two of them.  I had come close, but I was far too close to the edge of my own orgasm to keep hanging on- and in truth, I had been desperate to cum since I woke up that morning and couldn’t wait a single moment longer.  Both women let out a squeal, high fiving at their victory.  “See? Now that wasn’t so hard,” they teased, “and you will be handsomely rewarded for your forfeit.  Speaking of, how would you like to cum?”

My cheeks were crimson from exertion and embarrassment.  Submitting to them after such a battle was sickening, and I was frustrated with myself for not holding out.  I could feel hot anger bubbling underneath my skin, made worse by the smug look on each of their gorgeous faces.  “I want your throats,” I grumbled, standing up.

I took each of them by the hair, dragging them to the wall of the octagon.  They sat obediently, apparently happy to give me what I wanted- what I felt I had earned.  Perhaps they were just exhausted from fighting with me.  Either way, I was ready to take what was mine.  I dipped my cock into Demi’s mouth first, letting her run her tongue along my shaft and get it wet.  I then moved to Brittany, letting her taste Demi’s spit and teasing the back of her throat.  I kept my pace slow and even for a while, moving back and forth between the two perfect mouths in front of me, exploring their different techniques and sensations.

Eventually I started to want more; I wanted to show them once and for all who owned who.  They may have made me ultimately submit, but I wasn’t going to go out without the last word.  I let the anger at having to submit to them fuel me, thrusting my cock deeper and deeper into their throats.  I held each woman by the hair, steading her head as I pressed my cock into her throat.  I was measured and deep, not asking permission.  I could feel their resistance as their throats constricted, one of them gagging while the other was swallowing me.  Tears lined both of their faces, silent protests as I used them.  I created a frenzy between the two of them, spit flying between their mouths by way of my cock, the sounds of gargling and choking filling the empty gym. 

“Please cum,” Demi finally choked as I assaulted Brittany’s throat.  She was drooling down her chin and onto her tits, desperately trying to catch her breath.  “Please, stop- just cover us in cum,” she begged, choking on her words- and then my cock- as I pressed back into her.  “You’ve made your point,” Brittany agreed, wiping sweat off her forehead.  “Please,” she said, her mouth already filled with my cock again.  I took even more from them, until I saw a dazed expression on both of their faces.  They were vessels for my cock, the fight completely knocked out of them.  Whether they would admit it or not, I owned them in that moment- that was enough for me.

“Make me cum,” I said simply, jarring them from their face fucked daze.  I felt four hands on my cock and balls, both women desperate to end their suffering.  Brittany massaged my balls as both of them stroked my spit covered cock, the complementing motions driving me to the edge.  I growled as I finally let go, the day’s buildup of hot cum spraying them both in the face.

Rope after rope glazed their faces, covering hair, tears, sweat, spit, and tits.  They milked every last drop out of my cock, my body moaning and convulsing as I emptied myself all over their gorgeous faces and bodies.  They let go of my cock as it continued to twitch, my orgasm easily the most powerful I had ever had.  I took a step back, admiring my handiwork.  The two sexiest women in the world- in my dreams- were sitting in the octagon in front of me, completely spent, covered in my cum.  There was sweat and spit and cum everywhere, all over the mats below us.  I smiled, knowing that every fight I had in this octagon for the rest of my career would be secondary to the win that I had just had.

Chapter Nine

Demi and Brittany slowly came back to earth, stretching their limbs and clearing their throats as they stood.  They wiped the cum out of each other’s eyes, no doubt tasting salty tears and sweat as well.  I was sweaty myself, my cock sticky with cum at the tip- in comparatively good shape, I supposed.  They turned to face me, their expressions cool.  “Not bad for an amateur,” Demi said, a slight smile curving around her lips.  “Now get the fuck out of our octagon,” Brittany said with a smile of her own.  For once, I did as I was asked.

I put my shorts back on and hopped out of the octagon, thinking that the smile on my face might be there forever.  I had walked a few steps when Demi called out, “Next time I book the gym, you’re welcome to stay.”  I turned to give her a wave and walked right into someone else.  I took a step back, apologizing reflexively.  It took me a moment to realize that I had walked into Jenna.  She must’ve come to watch me- I did technically invite her, though didn’t expect her to come tonight.  Holy fuck. I was completely speechless, face beet red. 

She took my hand, turning to walk out with me.  “Well, it wasn’t quite what I expected, but I see why you like MMA so much,” she said with a smile. 

Published by aliddell106

30 something woman- writer of erotica, blogger of all things BDSM and beyond. Tall, curvy, blonde; intelligent, grounded, hilarious. High pressure job, experienced submissive.

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