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By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com edited by michael-leonard
She took everything he could dish out, and more.


Even before it started, I knew I would win this almost-no-rules match. The
moment my opponent saw me he began staring at my leather-clad tits from across
the mat;, couldn't take his eyes off them even when we went to the middle of
the mat to be introduced to the crowd. Just before we shook hands I took a
deep breath, making my breasts rise and fall. His pupils dilated so much you
couldn't tell what color his eyes were, and he almost forgot to put out his
hand to shake. By the time we went back to our corners, the bulge in his
flame-orange Speedosâ„¢ had expanded enough that I could tell he was
circumcised. The big head on top of his shoulders was definitely not going to
be in the game. I was counting on his little head down below causing him to
make some serious mistakes.

I'm not beauty pageant material, really, but I do have some very nice parts.
I'm only 5'5" but with a pretty face and what they call a "brick shithouse"
body: wide shoulders, huge tits, a tiny sturdy waist that flares out to wide
hips, and a big round ass you can bounce a quarter on, all supported by
strong, shapely dancer's legs. When I WAS a dancer, I used to wear my thick
wavy auburn hair down to the small of my back. It set off my creamy skin and
made my green eyes really stand out. Now that I'm in the fight game, though, I
keep it much shorter so it won't get in my way, but I still manage to draw
appreciative stares from both men and women. I'm the kind of woman that all of
them, even the ones who prefer stick-figured fashion models, wonder what it
would be like to be with me at least once. One former boyfriend called me
"Eeminently fuckable". I made him pay for that remark, even though I really
rather liked the sound of it.

I usually wear a silky green bikini to show off the whole Rred Hhair/Irish-
Crème skin/Ggreen-eyed Ffilly Nnext-door thing., but tTonight however, I wore
a studded black leather one to give me a more serious appearance andto impress
my newest and most formidable opponent. With dark eye make-up it transformed
me into a wild-eyed dominatrix ready to kick ass. Instead of being
intimidated, however, he seemed to be getting really turned on by my look. Oh
well, I could turn ravenous lust to my advantage just as much as I could
intimidation.

He was pretty impressive to look at, really, -- enough that I should have been
at least a little scared. A big white guy, about 30, 6'3", tanned and
well-muscled with a shaved head, small mustache and goatee, and the requisite
mean-looking tattoos on his torso and arms. He was rumored to be 3 -and -0 in
the Underground Intergender Fight League, although being an underground
organization they didn't often publish statistics. I hadn't been much
impressed with his baby-making equipment when I first saw him, but clearly he
was a grower not a show-er. Now that I'd worked my magic on him, his rather
substantial package was straining the fabric of those Speedos quite nicely. He
could sawee me checking it out and he grinned, grabbing his junk with one hand
while he blew me a kiss with the other, licking his lips with anticipation. I
responded with a wild stare and flicked my tongue in and out rapidly in a
vaguely reptilian fashion while ululating at an incredibly high pitch and
volume. His grin suddenly faded, at least for a little bit 'til he could
regain his composure. I laughed."" hHe was clearly a little intimidated even
though I could see he was still REALLY aroused.

I was still confident that I would have my way with him in due time, because I
have a decided advantage not many people know about, except maybe those who
follow me around the League.

______ ______ ______

I discovered I was different from other people long ago the first time I ever
had sex with a boy back in high school. The loss of my virginity was short,
painful, and rather disappointing since it was my boyfriend's first time,
too;, and his youthful excitement made him cum before I really even got
started. Within seconds after he came inside me, however, I felt invigorated,
incredibly more alert and... maybe even a little bit high. It was like he'd
injected a drug inside me., and I later learned that in my case it was very
much like that. The feeling grew and grew until I felt SOOOO good, so alive
and powerful, like I could take on the Wworld. It made me feel like I was
being ALL I could be, in all ways. I craved even more of that feeling -- and
right away.

I managed to stimulate my young stud back to life and get him aroused enough
to fuck me again after only a few minutes. It took him longer this time, but
when he finally came and blew another load inside me I felt a stimulating high
that gave me an even greater sense of awareness and well-being. The feeling
was so incredible that I made him fuck me again and again that night, until
finally he was too physically exhausted to do more. Even so, I could still get
one part of him to rise to the occasion (which is why I still love having a
teenaged boy or two, occasionally);, he was able to lie on the bottom while I
worked- out on top of him. I made him cum and cum again until he couldn't cum
anymore.

I fucked him like that every night for a week, until even his raging teenage
hormones were utterly depleted and he embarrassedly told me he needed a break.
I was pretty much on a constant high, but was not sure why, and not knowing
whether this was good or bad for me, I figured it might be a good thing to
stop for a little while. I felt like I was becoming addicted, not to the sex
itself so much as frtom the high I got after my dude came. It didn't matter
whether I had an orgasm or not, although there were plenty of those. I could
feel the high even when I merely gave my guy a blowjob, although maybe not
quite as intensely. The only common denominator was that it happened
immediately after the guy finished, which led me to conclude that the high was
somehow connected to receiving his ejaculate. Son of a ---! I was addicted to
cum!

Surprisingly, some of the beneficial effects seemed to increasemprove even
over the week of abstention. I felt like my mental acuity remained greatly
heightencreased, although I wasn't sure if the feeling was real or just a
product of the high. When we went back to school, however, the resulffect was
almost immediate, and I knew it wasn't just a feeling. I began acing every
test in all my classes, even in the subjects I hated. My grades improved
whether I studied or not. I just seemed to understand and retain things
better, and did so effortlessly. One of my teachers was so amazed by my
improvement that she asked me what had gotten into me. I just giggled -- I
really wanted to just say "cum!" but that wouldn't be appropriate. I gave her
some lame explanation about eating right, which was true, after all!

After about two weeks of no sex, although I still had exceptional mental
ability, the high began to fade, and I desperately wanted to feel it again. I
went back to my boyfriend, and with only a little coaxing he agreed to help
feed my need, on the condition that he be allowed to stop whenever he felt too
exhausted, and that we take regular breaks so he could, uh, refill his
reservoirs. Happy to be back together, we fucked like rabbits for a solid
week, after which he was spent and begged for another break. Two weeks later
we were at it again for another week, and that became our regular schedule:
Oone week on followed by two weeks off.

It was glorious! I was having an orgasm every time we had sex, and that --
combined with the expectation of the cum high -- kept me going strong. My dude
was doing his best to keep up with me, and with practice his stamina was
actually improving..., right up until the beginning of our fifth or sixth "on"
week. By this time, we were performing incredible feats of fuckery, amazing
even our athletic adolescent athletic selves with both the quantity and
quality of our lovemaking. This first on-again night he was really getting
into it, and went at me so wildly for so long that I came twice before he
wcames donce. By the time he did finally reach his climax he was ready to
explode with the giant load of cum his young body had built up over the two
"off" weeks. I was enjoying him immensely, though, and didn't want it to end
so soon. I made him work for his climax by clenching him with my well-muscled
vagina, watching the tension in his face and body build as he repeatedly
strained to blow his load but was held in check by my internal squeezing. He
was completely stymied, begging me to let him cum, but I ignored him because I
was having just too much fun to stop. I was enjoying his torment, watching his
face contort with painful pleasure as I controlled his body with mine. It was
glorioussuperb! He was so sweet and so cute, I wanted to make him my play toy
forever.

I was finally beginning to appreciate sex with my boyfriend as something more
than just a source of cum, falling in love with him even as I ruled him, and
this moment of affection and control was so wonderful I never wanted it to
end. I held him off until his face was turning a deep red from trying to
overcome my clenching denial. After what I'm sure he felt was an eternity, I
finally relented and allowed him to let go. He gasped and cried out with his
explosive release, coming inside me like a champion stud horse, filling me up
with such a huge load of fresh hot cum that made me light-headed with its
potency. He blasted wave after wave into me, until one last explosion seemed
even bigger than the others. "OHHHH G-G-G-G-G-GOD!" he cried, his body shaking
as he expended every last bit of his essence into me.

Suddenly he gasped, cried out "AAAAAAAHHCK! MY HEAD!" and collapsed on top of
me. I didn't immediately notice he was out cold because I was flying on a cum-
high that was bigger and better than any I'd had so far. I felt like a
superwoman, like my consciousness was expanding beyond the walls of his room.
I could hear his mother softly snoring two rooms away, and even farther out,
there was a scratching sound as a squirrel scampered up the tree outside her
window. Then suddenly my perception pulled back in and became microscopic in
its perspective: I admired the blond hairs sprouting from follicles on my
boy's scalp, which I could see in perfect detail.

Suddenly, my focus returned to normal scale and I realized he wasn't moving. I
jostled him around and softly spoke his name, but I couldn't seem to wakrouse
him even though I could see he was breathing. I shook him hard, and he stirred
somewhat but still did not wake. When he stirred I noticed that only his right
side muscles tensed and then relaxed, while his left side STAYED relaxed and
motionless. In a fit of panic I leaped to my feet, picked him up, threw him
over my shoulder and ran the three blocks to the nearest hospital. I wasn't
even winded when we got there.... After they draped a gown over my naked body,
the ER staff murmured excitedly among themselves about what I had done. They
eventually chalked it up to the fabled adrenaline rush that supposedly enables
a frightened mother to lift a car off her injured child and other such feats,
but I knew it was the unbelievable load of cum I'd just extracted from my
hapless boyfriend.

They found that the level of testosterone in his blood was well over 1000
mcg/dcl, which is what had caused him to have a stroke. The poor dear had
managed to get his hands on doses of steroids, which he had injected in hope
of increasing his stamina enough to keep up with me. I felt so guilty that
he'd done this to himself for me, but I also felt such love for him that he
would do whatever he could to stay with me.

His beautiful heart and soul remained intact even though half his body was
useless. Fortunately for me, the part of his body I needed most also still
worked. At his insistence, I continued to mount him in his hospital bed at
night whenever we were fairly certain we would not be disturbed. I tried to be
gentle, but he egged me on, encouraging me to ride him as vigorously as I ever
had. I balked initially, but then surrendered to his wishes, and my own
desires, and worked- out on top of him with unrestrained abandon. The first
time I did fuck him super hard, however, his heart rate and breathing
increased to such levels that his monitor's alarms went off in the nurses'
station. They rushed to the room to check on him only to find me there, riding
him like a bucking bronco. They immediately ordered me out of the room and
called both our parents.

My Mmom and Ddad were none too happy, but they had known something had
happened to make me a very different teen girl from all the others. To say his
folks were aghast is an understatement. Afraid that I might kill him, both
sets of parents banished me forever from ever contacting him again. In my
guilt and shame for having made him this way, I did as they demanded.

Heartbroken, I threw myself into physical activity to relieve my emotional
pain and blow off steam. I suddenly found my physical abilities were such that
I could be a star athlete at almost any sport I tried. I was a
better-than-average gymnast, a GREAT dancer, and a champion at my favorite
sport, Judo. By the time I graduated high school I had remained undefeated for
an entire season and became State Champion in the female middleweight
division. I loved being able to take on a much larger opponent and use his or
her own weight and momentum to my advantage. I always seemed to be able to
anticipate my opponents' moves before they made them, and the speed of my own
moves never failed to take them by surprise. I actually received a Judo
scholarship to college, and it was there that my martial arts prowess came to
the attention of Sports Physiologists doing research into increasing human
performance. They said they wanted to study me... ME! I couldn't believe it --
I still didn't really know how special I was.

I took a shine to one of the researchers, a younger, particularly handsome and
athletic mangent. He gained my confidence and finally persuaded me to reveal
my secret. He was incredulous when I revealetold him that ingesting cum was
somehow the source of all my abilities,. so I offered to show him, "up close
and personally.," and aAfter a few volunteer sex sessions during which I
exhausted and (he said) nearly killed him, he ran batteries of tests and
eventually came to some conclusions as to why cum affects me so.

All women, he said, are somewhat affected by the hormonales and chemical
substances in semen. Absorbing semen vaginally causes women to produce in
varying amounts, among other things, Ooxytocin and human Nerve Growth Factor
(NGF). Oxytocin, called "The Pregnancy Hormone," produces a feeling of
well-being, and NGF promotes the growth and health of nerve cells. It turns
out that my body is extreeeeeeemely sensitive to both substances, like 1000
times as much as a normal woman, hence the extreme high feeling every time I
get some, the evolution of my mental ability, and my super speed and reflexes.
My Sports Physiologist boy toy said that my nerves are thicker and denser than
any other human he's ever seen, with multiple redundant nerve pathways that
allow impulses to travel unimpeded to and from my brain over different routes,
like traffic on an interstate highway. My perception and reaction times are
much faster than any other "normal" humans, especially men, and the more
robust nerve connections have increased my muscle control and power as well. I
was overjoyed to finally know what was different and/or right with me. I was
so happy to find the answer that I fucked him non-stop for an entire weekend,
until he finally begged for mercy.

It was a few days afterward that he came to me with a look of concern and said
that my secret had gotten out. It had caused quite a buzz in the Sports
Physiology Department, and somehow people with connections toin Tthe Mmilitary
had gotten wind of it. Now THEY wanted to study me, he said, and not in the
way he did. They wanted to replicate whatever DNA made me the way I am, with
an eye toward developing some sort of enhanced soldier, and it became obvious
they would literally stop at nothing to do so, up to and including vivisection
of me, if necessary. I thanked him for the warning, and subjected him to a
final session of oral devastation by wasy of a reward. What good is having a
special talent if you can't share it with a friend?

That, oOf course, that was my last day at the university. I packed everything
I could as quickly as possible, but two really serious-looking men caught up
with me as I was leaving my dorm. and I had to break some arms and legs to get
away. I've been on the run ever since, and that is what landed me in an
underground fight club staring across the mat at a mean, muscular male
opponent who intended to beat me senseless and rape me, all in the name of
money and the entertainment of others.

______ ______ ______

It was a nice place, really, not like the grimy gyms in which many of these
matches are normally held. It was a rather glamorous-looking night club. with
aA large thick wrestling mat covereding a dance floor that could hold a
hundred people. It was surrounded on all sides by a raised platform about 4
feet high with elegant tables and chairs.. There were round columns about
every 20 feet around the room, right at the edge of the mat, and thatese were
each wrapped with padding that was somewhat thin so as not to obscure the view
of the action. The crowd seemed to be all well-dressed high- rollers, although
the mix of individuals was the same as other matches I've been in:. About a
third were male misogynists who got off on seeing a man overpowering, hurting
and then raping a woman. Some of these Neanderthals actually had wives, and
brought them along to (not) "enjoy the show" and then later service their
husband's aroused, engorged members. The remaining two thirds were couples,
some of wthatich were obviously female-dominated, many of the men having
bruises and black eyes to show for it. There were also some couples the nature
of which was not readily apparent. I always had to think about what to do to
entertain them all. I was a competitor, but also a performer, so when I could
do so, I played to all the audience's desires, even the Neanderthals. I could
make the match one-sided if I wanted to, but I seldom did.

...Which is why I let him get in the first shot. We circled each other warily,
observing and assessing the other's skill. I purposely moved in a bit too
close and actually raised my left hand a little too much, which prompted him
to throw a hard right into my left breast. I saw it coming, of course, and
when it hit I loudly cried out and grimaced with obvious pain, but only part
of that was real. A bunch of male voices in the crowd roared their approval,
after which there were a number of catcalls and insults hurled at me, like Fat
Cow, Blubber Girl, the usual C-word, that kind of stuff. I was surprised at
how many assholes there were in such a genteel-looking, well-dressed crowd. It
was more crap than I usually have to take from the woman-haters, so I resolved
not to give them any more satisfaction than I had to. I allowed him a shot at
my other boob, which caused the apes to go wild again and verbally abuse me
much more than I thought was warranted.

Then I made Mr. Behemoth chase me around the mat for a bit, which wasn't good
theater but gave me a good start on tiring him out. When I suddenly I stopped
and rushed him, he was taken aback and was forced to rushurry his own attack.
I could see his right arm tensing as his eyes focused on my nose. To me it was
almost in slow motion. When he finally did unleash his haymaker, I easily
ducked under the outstretched arm and rushed forward on his right side. I gave
him two quick hard shots to the lower ribcage as I passed, and then drove my
right elbow into his right kidney. He cried out loudly with sudden pain and
lurched forward to get away from me. Now I chased HIM around the mat until he
could recover and turn to face me. As he did so, I drove into him, which
unnerved him, and he left-jabbed to keep me back. I blocked it and got inside
his reach, nailing his chin before I fell back and danced away to put some
distance between us.

I patiently waited for him to close with me, knowing now I could react
beforefaster than he could complete his attack. He glanced at my knee as he
stepped forward, bringing his right foot up to snap kick it. I avoided the
kick, dropping to my knees to catch his ankle under my arm. I nailed his balls
lightly with the heel of my hand to distract him (didn't want to destroy them
just yet) and jumped to my feet, lifting his leg to dump him onto his back. He
scrambled to his feet, angry and embarrassed. He came at me hard two times
more, but each time I blocked or ducked his shots and answered with my own,
scoring good hits on his face and body.

I toyed with him for a while, repeatedly slipping past his defenses to pound
his middle or jab his face, and then dance away before he could react. I let
him get in a few shots, but I blunted or dodged slightly so they had little
effect, and he knew it. He was becoming frustrated, hurt, and more than a
little tired. His face was bgettcoming puffy and swollen, and by the time I
was done playing I had raised a number of welts all over his upper body. An
explosive swift kick to the common peroineal nerve of his right thigh left him
effectively hobbled and in pain, unable to effectively use the leg to pursue
me or turn quickly to defend against my attacks. I now danced around him,
firing at will with devastating effect. By the time I finished he looked and
moved like a zombie on "The Walking Dead."

His own futile attacks were more andbecoming more desperate and even less
effective. He was just about done; and he knew it, and he knew there was
nothing he could do about it. With a deep, guttural growl he went on a
last-ditch offensive and came at me, arms up like he wanted to grapple rather
than box;, a mistake if ever there was one. Incredibly, his eyes were focused
on my throat. I split his grip with my forearms, grabbed the back of his
biceps and rolled backward and down with his forward momentum, planting a foot
in his midsection and launching him head over heels behind me. He hit the mat
on his back with a resounding thud, which stunned him for just a second. All
the women cheered at that, even the mousy ones with the domineering husbands.

He rolled over onto his hands and knees as fast as he could, but I was on him
in a flash with a standing head scissors that made him cry out. His face was
stuck staring at the floor behind me while he turned beet red as I poured on
the squeeze, all the while admiring his cute little ass. Like an idiot he
tried to pull my iron thighs apart -- what a joke that was -- but it just
showed how exhausted and muddled his brain had become. I laughed, reached
behind me, and mockingly patted his head. He was at a loss for what to do, so
I took the opportunity to spank his ass hard three times, which made him cry
out again and drew a round of derisive female laughter from the crowd.

He finally swung a fist up into my side that landed with a loud smack that
reverberated through my torso with a deep Basso Profundo sound. This delighted
the Aasshole Profundo section, but I had sensed it coming by his weight
shifting and tensed to meet it. Then, I collected his fist before he could
pull it back and pulled it down behind his back in an overhead hammerlock,
pulling him to his feet.: Knowing he could walk out of the hold any second, I
rapidly ran him forward and hurled him into one of the lightly padded- columns
at the edge of the mat. His face thudded into the pole and bounced off it. I
grabbed the back of his head and drove it into the pole again, which rang his
chimes and sent him face down like the proverbial sack of potatoes, severely
stunned but not unconscious. He hardly moved when I yanked down his Speedos
and pulled them off. I skipped a lap around the mat while waving to the crowd
with them. More laughter and cheers erupted. I tossed the Speedos to one of
the woman haters' wives, then ripped off my bikini and threw it to her
husband. Boos and cheers reverberated about the room.

I continued to play to the crowd while ever so slowly my opponent recovered
and, ever so slowly, managed to get up on all fours. Before he could do
anything, however, I nonchalantly walked over and shoved him with my foot over
onto his right side, trapping his right arm under him. I backed up a few steps
and then trotted toward him. With practiced grace I slid forward on my butt
like a baseball player coming into third base, opening my legs to place him in
a head scissors so that his face was looking up at my gorgeous ass with his
nose in between my cheeks. I was facing his front, with access to all his
lovely sensitive parts. I grabbed his left wrist when he reached to try and
strike me. With his arms tied up, he tried to kick his left foot, but I
grabbed him by the balls with my free hand and squeezed. Again he cried out
until I cut off his airway with the scissors.

"Hold still or I'll rip them off," I said matter-of-factly, shaking them in my
grip. I literally had him by the balls, and he knew I would seriously hurt him
before he could do anything to try to free himself. After squirming futilely
for a minute, you could see the fight go completely out of him; his entire
body relaxed and he just laid there, unmoving, waiting for my next command. It
was a sweet moment of victory for me. that made me cum. I squeezed his balls a
little harder and held him there like that for a few long moments, his eyes
becoming wide with fear as the seconds ticked by. The suspense became too much
for him and he began to tremble. I think he'd been so confident and arrogant
for so long that now that he was helpless for the first time in forever, he
was terrified thinking what I might do to him. I reflected that if I could
perpetuate that fear and feelings of loss of control, I could probably ruin
his confidence forever without even hurting him physically and thus ruin him
as a fighter. That gave me a feeling of power almost equal to a cum high, and
his trembling there between my legs stimulated me in just the right places. I
came hard, causing my whole body to tense with contractions. My thighs
reflexively tightened around his neck and I squirted in ecstasy. He gasped and
turned red as his circulation was cut off, then gagged as my juices drenched
his nose and mouth. I relaxed as my contractions subsided, so much so that he
could have wriggled free if he had any energy left, but he was completely
spent and concentration on breathing. When I came back to myself I had the
presence of mind to squeeze him again, just enough to let him know he wasn't
going anywhere. [she actually came in the fight and you're throwing it away.
suggest you expand on this a bit.]

I held him there a few moments while the women- haters all booed, then
suddenly I again squeezed him hard with the scissors, making him panic and
thrash about despite the pain I caused to his balls every time he moved. I
released his left hand butand continued squeezing his neck with my thighs and
his balls with one hand while I reached up with my other hand and patted my
hair to keep it in place, then held the and then held my hand out in front of
me to make a big show of admiring my nails, all while he was trying, but
failing, to avoid flailing but failing. Two- thirds of the crowd went wild,
and I saw several couples mauling each other in obvious sexual heat.

When next I let him breathe he began to struggle. "Stop it,!" I said quietly,
"or I'll put you out for good." He stopped moving but remained tense,
obviously fearful of what I might do to him. Now that I'd had him completely
under my control long enough that, it was now "feeding time" for me....

I slid my right hand from his balls to his cock and began stroking.
"MMMmmphhh," he moaned into my ass. He was exhausted and hurt, andbut he had
no will of his own now that he had completely surrendered to me. The blood
drained away from his big head toward the little one, which turned a delicious
shade of reddish pink and caused and made it to pulsate. He became meek as a
lamb, relaxing completely as he succumbed to my expert sensual ministrations.
His member actually grew a couple moreseveral inches and got completely hard
in no time. His pelvis twitched slightly with every stroke of my hand.
"UUUUUUUUUUH," he moaned, his big head now completely overruled by the little
one.

His fully- engorged cock was actually quite impressive, and I would have loved
nothing more than to mount it and extract all of his essence with my internal
love glove, but I needed to finish him and the match in a reasonable amount of
time. That just never seemed to happen when I fucked a man.: DThe dudes
inevitably became enthralled with me riding them, pounding their meat- poles
inside me while they watched my huge, round breasts rise and fall above them.
Their consciousness always seemed to get lost somewhere in my cleavage;
somewhere and for a while they often lost any thought of cumming. I sometimes
had to smack them around a bit to bring 'em back to Earth and make them cum.
Much as I might enjoy it, it would be too time-consuming in this situation.

It was always much better to use my superior manual and oral skills to destroy
a man's will quickly and finish him off exactly when I chose.

Big Man's eyes half-closed and his eyes rolled back, making him look almost
unconscious, except that his pelvis continued to twitch with my every stroke
of his shaft. When I suddenly took him into my mouth and deep throated him, he
gasped and moaned "UUUUUH!" again. So, too, did a number of men and women in
the audience.

I took him out of my mouth and stroked him with one hand while I reached back
with the other and grabbed his hair to pull his face up tight in my ass for
the coming coup de grace. To my surprise I felt his tongue part my cheeks and
probe my beautiful brown starfish opening. "Oh, yeah!" I breathed, by way of
encouragement, "Tongue my ass, baby!" and his mouth worm obliged and pushed
itself farther in, wriggled and then withdrew only to insert itself again and
repeat the process.

"Oooh!" I cooed unconsciously, enjoying a spirited rimming I hadn't expected
at all. I worked his head with my hand while I ground my ass against his face,
and in no time I was again cumming quietly, although you could easily see my
eyelids deeply blushing andwhile my mouth formed into a perfect 'O'. and I
moaned a trembling "Ooh! Ooh!" over and over until my contractions finally
subsided. My juices again drenched my hapless victim's chin and lower face.
Almost all the women in the crowd crowed their approval, including the
misogynists' mousy wives.

I still had hold of his cock, although I hadn't paid much attention to it for
the last couple of minutes. It had begun to soften a bit due to neglect,
perhaps, or because he'd been concentrating so much on what he was doing that
he forgot about his own selfish needs for once in his whole arrogant life.
When my contractions subsided I came back to myself, pumping him furiously
with both hands now that I no longer needed to worry about him fighting me. I
was rewarded with another gasp and moan, although his outcries were muffled by
my round, smothering ass orbs around his face. I was ruthless, pumping him so
hard and fast that his body's twitching with each stroke became one continuous
vibration. His pre-cum flowed like water, making his cockhead so ultra-shiny
and so slippery I could stroke him even faster.

I sensed his balls were about to erupt a few milliseconds before they actually
did, and sealed my mouth around his shaft "MMMPH! MMMMPH! MMM! MMM! MMPH!" he
bellowed into my ass as his cum gushed into my waiting mouth. His hips flexed
with each massive contraction.: A few in the crowd swore they could see each
load expand his cock as it rocketed out through his shaft. Everyone could see
my throat working as I greedily swallowed each load of cum like I was chugging
a beer. I kneaded his balls to eke out one last expulsion, super sucking it
out so that it left him at warp speed, sending a wave of stimulation through
his entire cock. "MMMMMPH!" he cried out again, shuddering with contractions.
When it was done his eyes glazed over and he collapsed, unmoving except for a
few finaspasticl twitches of his hips.

Having extracted all I could get from him, it was time for the final coup de
grace. I gave him one greatfinal powerful squeeze of my anaconda thighs around
his neck. I could have snapped his spine if I wanted, but I satisfied myself
with cutting off the blood flow to his brain. His entire body spasmed like it
was being electrocuted, but after only a few seconds he went limp, completely
unconscious. I slid my legs out from around him and kicked him over onto his
back. I put one hand under his neck and lifted slightly, using the other to
jut his chin and open his mouth. I hovered about 10 inches above his face and
dribbled into his open mouth the last round of cum I'd taken from him,
retained for just that purpose. The little white rope stretched out ever so
slowly until the end of it entered his open pie hole, and it took about thirty
seconds for the rest of the stream to finish flowing off my tongue. To the
crowd it looked like I might have filled his mouth completely, but he just lay
there, not choking, motionless but still breathing.

I leaped to my feet and began dancing around the edge of the mat, my arms
raised above my head in triumph as I played to the crowd. The Assholes
Profundos booed as loud as they could but were drowned out by a wild chorus of
female voices raised in triumph. The high from the cum I'd ingested was
beginning to flow through me, sharpening my senses even more. I scanned the
crowd, examining each person in turn until I saw the one I wanted. He was a
burly but well-dressed man of about 40, one of the Assholes who were booing,
but I could see he wasn't what he appeared to be. His look of anger was
feigned: In actuality his pupils were dilated, his breath rapid and shallow,
his hands trembling slightly, and his member was severely straining the fabric
of his dress pants. He was completely turned -on by my humiliating victory
over my opponent.

I ran overup to the platform where he was seated, jumped and grabbed the
railing, vaulting myself over it. I walked up to him and held his eyes with
mine as the crowd quieted. whil Then I grabbed his necktie with my left hand
and slapped him twice with my right;, a forehand/backhand combination. He
winced but could not turn his eyes away from me. "Get up!" I said, pulling him
by the necktie into a standing position. He was a head taller than me, but I
whipped him around like a rag doll and pushed him onto the table on his back.
His mousy wife was my height but much smaller in stature. She just sat there,
horrified. "Watch and learn, sister!" I said mockingly. "He secretly wishes
YOU would do this to him."

I grabbed the waist of his pants and yanked them down without even undoing the
belt. He yelped as his rock-hard shaft was bent down, but then sprang free and
stood straight up. I stroked it hard three or four times and then said "That's
enough foreplay for you." I put one arm under his knees and lifted them until
his butt rolled up off the table, his head and shoulders still resting on it.
I could feel him trembling with anticipation. With the other hand I stroked
his incredibly engorged shaft hard and fast for only a few moments, before
loudly commanding "COUME! NOW!" He did, spectacularly, even though he was
fully aware that he was staring down the barrel of his own cum cannon.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!" he cried, as rope after rope of white goo exploded forth
ionto his face and into his mouth, a few of the wilder shots soiling his tie
and shirt. There seemed to be an endless supply of it, like he hadn't had a
proper orgasm in a long time. When he was done he just laid there, panting,
his eyes still staring into mine. I dropped his legs, scooped up a little cum
from his chest and put it in my mouth, then I grabbed the back of his wife's
head and kissed her deeply. After a second she passionately kissed me back,
her tongue wrestling with mine until I finally pulled her head away from me. I
looked over and saw her husband's face had turned to watch us the entire time,
and his love wand was quickly becoming engorged again. I pointed to him and
told her, "Now that you know his secret, you can do whatever want with that."

A whoop went up from the women in the crowd as I leapt back over the railing
onto the mat and walked over to where my opponent still lay, exhausted and
semiconscious. I pulled him into a sitting position and then hoisted him up
onto my shoulder, an impressive show of strength as far as the crowd was
concerned.: Several women WOOHOOed while several men moaned in apparent
ecstasy. My prize began to regain consciousness as I carried him back to my
locker room. "W-w-what's happening?" he said groggily. Suddenly he became
fully awake and aware of the position he was in. He gagged slightly; I could
sense he was experiencing the first taste of his own cum. His body began to
tremble slightly. "W-w--what're you gonna do with me?" he said fearfully.

"Whatever I want," I laughed, "but first you'll haveI'll give you a little
time to build up some more cum."