Elliot’s Last Chance. Rise of a Sex-Fighter.
“Oh, God …. please … stop … please …”
Elliott only had once chance left. And as he screamed through his 4th gut-wrenching orgasm he felt that chance slipping away along with the last of his remaining strength. His girlfriend, Paige, had always dreamed of being a professional Sex-fighter. For the last six months, she had been in ‘training’ and Elliott had struggled with the fact that he was effectively sharing his girlfriend with every raging hard-on within a fifty-mile radius. His only hope, he thought, was to fuck Paige so hard she would forget all about the league, keeping all the competition she craved right here in their bed. To her it may have been a series of sparring matches but he was fighting – fucking – to save their relationship.
He had hit the gym like a madman, read all the trade-mags, taken all the supplements and pills and still she had fucked his brains out in every ‘match’ for the past three weeks. He could feel himself getting weaker each time as her psychological edge over him became overwhelming. He simply knew he was going to lose. This was his last chance.
He had started off strong. The pills and the energy drinks giving him enough power to force her into three screaming orgasms that had nearly … nearly … finished her. But he had made a rookie mistake. He had used up every ounce of energy in a rampant attack that left nothing in reserve. After just two hours his body simply collapsed. Paige had recovered quickly and taken the dominant position, riding him to orgasm after orgasm as he struggled to find the strength to mount a defense. Now, as her powerful cunt muscles crushed down along his cock and pulled upwards, he felt as if she was pulling his balls straight up through his shaft.
“I give … please … enough … fuck …. fortheloveofgod … you’re killing my cock …..”
Elliot was begging now as her ass pounded down into his lap. Each slap of her tight round ass adding another sharp burst of pain as she battered him raw. Elliot pleaded pitifully but Paige could not hear him. She was in the ‘zone’ now. She wanted that 5th and match winning cum. She craved it. She was lost in her own lust as she drove down again and again determined to feel that last fatal surge. She needed to feel that last burst of surrender filling her hungry cunt with the last of his hot white seed as she drained him dry. Now! Now! Now!
Months later, Paige had indeed joined the Sex-fighting League and had, in fact, become quite popular with the crowds. She had dumped Elliott, who could never come to grips with her new life. Instead she met Frank, a fan of hers, at the city championships. Although not a ‘fighter’ himself, he is supportive of her ambitions; in her corner through victory and defeat. They ‘spar’ together every chance they get and, unlike Elliott, Frank does not mind losing at all.