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College Sex League Match
Mona Amore vs.  Chuck ‘the Hitman’ Roth

Rise of a Sex-fighter

Even after her embarrassing loss to Nick Fieri in her first college match-up, Mona Amore had not given up on her dream to be a champion sex-fighter. She knew that the chairwoman of the league and current champion, Miss Ivy Ryder, had set her up for failure in that first match but did not bother protesting. It would not have made a difference anyhow. She knew bitches like that in high school and whining would only make matters worse. Mona had to resign herself to the fact that her career as a sex-fighter at state college would be one hell of an uphill climb. Which explained her next match-up.

Even though she was still a freshman her opponent, Chuck ‘the Hitman’ Roth, was a Junior here at college and ranked in the top ten in the college league. How Ivy screwed with the points to put them in the same class, let along matched together, was a complete mystery to both of them. But at least he wasn’t an asshole about it. He even offered to take it easy on her, giving her the first cum-shot free. Even though he meant well, Mona was instantly insulted and told the jerk to give her everything he had. Whatever his cock could dish out, her cunt would take it and fuck him dry.

The next few hours were a fuck-driven blur as ‘the Hitman’ pounded her blind and senseless with a cock that felt like warm iron wrapped in velvet. Chuck was known for his stamina, beating down his opponents in marathon sex-matches that left them drained, babbling, fucked-out messes. Mona had no idea how many times she had cum, her mind refusing to function as it rattled around in her head with the constant pounding of his hips. Her ass was raw and her cunt on fire as she only half-felt the one blast of heavy cream he plowed into her throat. She remembered swallowing as fast as she could as he kept hammering in, terrified they would find her dead, drowned in a sea of cock-juice.

The match was supposed to run to 5 orgasms or to exhaustion, whichever came first. Mona had lost  this match 5 cums to 1 but the way she felt it might have been 500 to 1. Chuck fucked his victory cum straight into her womb before leaving, as was his right under the league rules. She lay helpless, gripped in his arms, as he let loose rope after rope of his heavy cream into her defenseless womb. Later, as she watched his thick load drooling slowly out from between her pussy-lips she thanked her stars that she was on the pill and hoped it was up to the challenge. She had never seen, nor tasted, cum this thick!

Barely able to move, Mona reached for her cell and accessed the league’s app. Registering her loss she sent a quick text to Ivy Ryder asking about her next match. She might be exhausted, and her aching body felt like it had been fucked by the entire Trojan army, but she wasn’t giving up. She could take anything the woman could send at her. She would get better. She would get stronger. And then it would be Ivy’s turn.

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Favorite Sexfight of the Day 06/05/2018

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