THE LAST FUCKFIGHT ( a story by request of a reader )
A few years before, he was the sexfight champion of North America.
It wasn’t unusual that some hot bitch would want to prove herself, but it was rare that any of them had the juice to go even a...

THE LAST FUCKFIGHT ( a story by request of a reader )

A few years before, he was the sexfight champion of North America.
It wasn’t unusual that some hot bitch would want to prove herself, but it was rare that any of them had the juice to go even a good round with him.

So the first time this one jumped on his cock, he was shocked at what she could do! Her pussy was hotter than any he had ever had before and she took his tool like she owned it. Nearly incapacitated with pleasure, in less than five minutes he was jetting out his first enormous cum of the evening to a butterfly stroke, one of a dozen techniques she had. She MADE him cum. He tried to resist and failed! She had to be world class, but why didn’t he know her?

He tried to wrest control, but she reigned supreme. Fending off his movements, she next jacked him off for a second enormous cum that took his breath away. He needed air, and needed to control this bitch. Grabbing her head, he stuffed her face onto his choke-stick. Instead of a gag, he felt her swallow and start to purr, vibrating his already rattled dick like it was stuck inside a vibrator.

Compared to her, he was about as able as neophyte. His third orgasm should have drowned her with about 20 copious ounce shots of hot jizz, but she swallowed it all, gulp by gulp.

He told her she won, there’s nothing more he could do and she’s the best in the world, but she just looked him in the eyes and said, “I want it all!”

For the first time in his sexual life, he felt fear. His lungs now pumping, he used his best bitchbreaking move, suddenly turning her around and savagely forcing his cock into her tiny asshole. His savage ass fuck was a thing of legend in the sexfight world. She soaked up his famed ass buster like he had a 2 inch cocktail weenie and forced the former champ to a crying cum. This time it felt like his nuts had been pulled out with his jizz.

Now short of breath, she contemptuously pushed his chest and he fell to the couch like a falling tree. Again, she mounted his cock, though it was so thoroughly emptied, he couldn’t understand how he could still be erect. Again, she mounted him, female superior - and he had never had such a female so superior to him. Easily and with visible contempt, she took him at full stroke, hard and fast, then softly, then squeezing so much he felt he’d be broken, then so sensually he thought he’d die. All this time, his lungs are working like bellows and his heart is pumping fast.

There’s a dull pressure in his chest, but he can’t take his attention from the gorgeous prodigy atop him, giving the former master fucker the lesson of his life. He is totally enthralled and controlled.

Employing the butterfly stroke again, she looks down into his face. She speaks! “I’m going to end you, old man. … Do you understand? … I’m fucking you to death.”

A primitive fear races through the guy’s head, and instinctively, he tries to flee. He can’t move! He’s literally immobilized by all the sensation she’s putting on him. That voice, that scent, those breasts, that pussy - everything urging him to another cum, and now he realizes, his demise.

He cannot stop her and he’s on the brink, feeling the floodgates of cum open and a wave of pleasure he’s never experienced before. His toes curl, his eyes roll back in his head. His hands and feet curl into spasm as a dull chest pain stretches into a feeling of the heart beating so much faster than it’s supposed to. Shooting, Shooting, Cumming, Cumming and fainter the world looks and blacker the sight becomes and it feels like everything in his body is being pulled into hers - she’s taking it all!!!

His heart in fibrillation, his lungs stopping, his cock shooting one last series of jets as his consciousness fades from this earth.

Horsecock Harry Simmons has just been fucked to death.