One glimpse of the man's face showed me that he was a big fan of this sexy gesture. He was all but salivating as he itched to get his hands back on me.
So I stepped back forward, into his reach, to let him do exactly that.
Immediately, the man's hands were yanking up my skirt, eagerly grabbing for my newly exposed ass. I met his lips and kissed him, but then, as I knotted both of my hands around his bald dome, I roughly thrust him down. If I was really going to cut loose, I was definitely going to ensure that I got all the pleasure out of this encounter that I could manage.
It took most of my strength to even register to the hulking bouncer, but he finally caught the message. His head ducked down, below my hoisted skirt, and his hands slid from grabbing twin handfuls of my ass to instead wrap around my thighs, pulling me in towards him. When I glanced down, the bulge beneath my dress almost made me look pregnant, and I had to stifle a giggle at the absurd thought.
But then the man's tongue came flicking out, and those giggles were instantly replaced by gasps.
Even before I had taken off my panties, I had been wet from imagining what was to come, and that lacy little piece of fabric had been all but soaking wet when it slid down my thighs. Even the stirring of my dress against my naked area was a rush, sending little sparks of excitement dancing up and down my spine. I was dying to be touched.
So when Rhodes' long, supple tongue lightly grazed over me, it was like I had just been hit with a cattle prod. I really felt as though I'd just been electrified.
"Holy shit!" I gasped as the man move his tongue all the way along my area in a single smooth, sensuous swipe. "Oh, yes! More!"
The only response from beneath my skirt was a little murmur of assent. For a second, I thought I heard the undercurrent of a chuckle mixed in with that. Was Rhodes laughing at how much I wanted this? The thought was swept away a moment later, however, as he dove in with renewed vigor.
The man must have a motor attached to his tongue! He almost instantly zeroed in on my sweet spot. As he forced his face deeper in between my legs, I could already feel pleasure rising up, and felt a threatening wobble in my legs. If I came right now, I might not be able to stay on my feet and might fall right on the man!
Searching desperately for a solution as the pleasure mounted, I spotted the couch, over against one wall of the dressing room. I really, really didn't want to pull away from what was going on down under my skirt right now, but I also didn't want to crack my head open when I came. And that was going to be any second now, from how the man's tongue was circling around down there...
I stepped back, reaching down as I did so to grab Rhodes' arm. I tugged him over towards the couch, where I flopped down with my legs spread wide. Sure, it wasn't the most ladylike of positions, but it sure did communicate exactly what I wanted!
I didn't even have to say anything to the big boxer. He grinned as I looked up at him, my expectant desire probably obvious on my face. When he smiled, I noticed that his eyes crinkled up; it almost hid the black eye already developing across one side of his face.
And then a second later, that imperfection was no longer visible as he once more submerged himself between my legs, once again bringing that live snake of a tongue in his mouth in to do its work.
Now that I was off my feet, the orgasm came rolling in hard and fast, like a surprise cloudburst. It was shallower, lacking that deeper component that only came from feeling a cock buried inside of me, but it was still no less potent for it. A low, rolling moan slipped out of my mouth, rising and falling with my rapid breaths.
My hands had once again settled on the man's bald head, this time helping to guide him to exactly the right spot. His tongue still wasn't showing any signs of slowing, and he was surprisingly obedient in moving where I guided him. I leaned my head back against the cushions of the couch and closed my eyes as pleasure rocked through me.
Oh, it had been so long since I'd last cum! At least, from anything other than my own feverishly working fingers in the shower. It was so much different when a man was doing it, when I was getting my stimulation from a tongue, from hands roughly grabbing my thighs, from raw savage testosterone instead of just from my own bored touches. It felt so much more real, somehow, like this.
Finally, after what had to have been at least a couple minutes of pleasure so intense that it almost crossed the line over to pain, Rhodes lifted up his head. As he raised his body up, I noticed that he had pushed his boxing trunks down as he had squatted in front of me, and he was gripping what looked like a length of lead pipe between his big fingers.
No, wait a minute. That wasn't a pipe. That was...
Seriously. No. Way.
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As Rhodes lifted himself back up from where his mouth had been latched onto my pussy, I saw that he had pushed down his boxing trunks, and was gripping a very large sausage in his hand. It wasn't until he was standing over me, pointing that billy club down towards me, that I realized just what it was.
"No. Way," I gasped as I realized what I was looking at. "Are you freaking kidding me? That's huge! That can't be your cock!"
Rhodes grinned at me, that sexy spark once again burning in his eyes. "Big enough to make you forget your ex?" he asked, waving it towards my face.
I reached out, my hand almost hesitant as I wrapped my fingers around his girth. It was just as big as it looked, maybe even a little larger. The man was obviously a fan of grooming, and he was almost hairless. That, of course, just made his tool look even more gigantic. "I don't think I can even remember what to do with something this size," I confessed as I hoisted it.
"Well, let me give you some tips," Rhodes picked up the thread of my conversation as my words trailed away in sheer amazement. He scooted forward, planting one big knee in the crack of the couch next to where my dress was straining to constrain my breasts. As he scooted up, that cock came to rest against my mouth. The implication was clear. "How about you give it a little kiss hello?" the man suggested, his words teasing.
I opened my mouth, but even as I felt that cock's stiff warmth come sliding in past my lips, I was scared that he was going to tear me in half. Even now, as he slid inexorably towards the back of my throat, I could feel him pulling at the edges of my mouth. The man was going to rip me apart!
Somehow, however, I managed to get at least half of his cock into my mouth. Even as that gigantic organ tickled at my tonsils, however, I could still both see and feel that there was still quite a length to go. There was no way I'd be able to take it all.
So instead, I reached up with my hands and wrapped them both around his base, working back and forth as I slobbered all over him. It wasn't probably the same as if I'd been able to deepthroat his entire length, but from the groan that this produced, it still felt plenty amazing.
For a couple minutes, the man just hovered over me, his eyes squeezed shut and his muscles flexing as I did my best to pleasure him. But even as my mouth began to grow tired, however, he pulled back, withdrawing from my already strained lips.
"Oh, I can't wait any longer," he panted down at me, scooting down over my body until he was squatting between my legs. "I must have you!"
I didn't reply, but I wanted him just as badly. I reached down and grabbed handfuls of my sundress, pulling it up over my torso. I struggled a little to get it over my shoulders, but it was no match for my sex-crazed determination. A few seconds later, as Rhodes squatted down between my legs, I was totally naked - not a single stitch of clothing on me.
With the big man between my legs, I could now see other bruises beginning to bloom on the boxer's body. There were several ugly purple discolorations on his sides, around and below his lower ribs. A large similar bruise also marked the thigh of his injured leg, where Lamar had nearly brought him down. Despite these injuries, however, there was no hesitation or unsureness in the man's movements.
With those big fingers, the man rubbed over me once, his index and middle fingers spreading me open. I tw
isted a little and moaned wordlessly, my body crying out for what was to come. Oh, I needed him so badly! I was already lost in pleasure, but needed him inside me. I couldn't have stopped now for a million bucks.
Those fingers withdrew, but were almost instantly replaced by something larger, thicker, more insistent. My eyes were shut, almost as much from anticipation and fear as from desire, but I knew that it had to be the man's cock.
And then Rhodes pushed inside of me.
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This time, I really did scream. He was huge! It might have been a while since any previous encounter with anything but my showerhead, so perhaps I didn't have the best memories to compare this to, but I was certain I'd never felt anything so massive attempting to enter me. It was like a battering ram!
Despite his determination, fortunately, Rhodes didn't insist on thrusting all the way into me on the first stroke. My ex had done that, and it had driven me crazy, almost like he was trying to cause some sort of tear down there. But Rhodes, obviously familiar with the fact that most girls needed to slowly adjust to the size of his massive tool, instead worked his way gently in and out. Just the head of that gigantic cock was spreading me open, but it still felt like he was attempting to get his whole fist in there at once!
Slowly, as he kept on going, I felt myself finally beginning to adjust. Thirty seconds earlier, I never would have thought that I could take a dick so big, but now I was feeling him go a little deeper with each stroke. And, to my amazement, the pain was receding quickly. In its place was a sensation of being stretched and manipulated - but in a really, really good way...
My eyes were screwed up tight in concentration as I focused on the pleasure creeping up through me. When I finally managed to pry them open, they went wide with surprise.
Rhodes was now above me! He had put one hand on either side of my head, just above my shoulders, and was supporting himself as he leaned forward over me. I could see his chest rising and falling, expanding and contracting with his deep breaths.
My gaze roamed further down, running over his torso. I noted with appreciation that I could see the V of his hips, like twin arrows pointing down towards his cock. His cock, which was...
As my eyes kept on dropping, I suddenly realized that I couldn't see his cock! instead, the man's hips were pressed right up against me, their girth forcing my legs out at right angles as they spread wide to accommodate his body. But where had his dick gone?
Slowly, the thought hampered by the pleasurable fog that was crowding out conscious thought, I realized where it was. It was all inside me! Somehow, against all reason, I had taken him all!
I stared back up at Rhodes' face, my eyes wide with my amazement. "You're totally inside me," I gasped out loud.
The man nodded. "And now I can really start," he promised me. And then his hips began to piston back and forth.
Holy. Shit. I've been with a few guys, sure. I've tried a few of those crazy sex toys that are supposed to do things that no other man can, are supposed to hit places that no mortal penis can reach. But nothing, and I mean nothing, compared to the intensity with which that burly and rugged fighter attacked me.
There wasn't much finesse to how Rhodes fucked me. He didn't have any special little tricks, cunning little methods of how he moved his hips or flexed his cock. But he didn't need any of these. They were for lesser men, men who needed these crutches to please a woman. Rhodes didn't need them.
Instead, what the man had was raw power - and tons of it! His hips were like a machine, and he perfectly timed each stroke, rising until he was almost totally out of me before plunging back in. At the apex of each stroke, when I looked down between my bouncing breasts, I could see his length glistening with my juices before it went sliding wetly back inside of me.
I didn't have many opportunities to look at his cock entering and exiting me, however. I was mostly focused on staying sane.
If someone had asked me before tonight, I would have said that I was happy to have even just a single orgasm during a bout of sex. That didn't always happen, I would have said, but it was nice when it did occur. It would usually come right as the man was cumming, and if I was lucky, it would last for a full twenty seconds or so, leaving me shivering with pleasure even after he had climbed up off of me.
With Rhodes, however, the whole thing was one continuous orgasm. Sure, it rose and fell, ebbed and flowed a bit, but that pleasure never really stopped. I felt as though this wasn't going to end until every single nerve ending down between my legs was totally burned out.
Was it his size? His ferocity? Or just his relentless drive and seemingly inexhaustible muscles? Whatever the trick was, the man was blowing my mind. I didn't think I would be able to hang on much longer before every last bit of active thought was totally overwhelmed.
But fortunately, the man above me was clearly reaching a head as well. I could feel his breath coming harder and faster, and he was now panting down on me as he thrust deeply in and out. Was he reaching his climax as well?
I hoped so. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, hugging him tight against me. My arms pulled his head down to my neck, and he bent over me - but his powerful penetration never stopped for a second. I could feel his breath hot against my neck, breathing far harder than he had in the boxing match.
The man's ear hovered in front of me, perfect for me to whisper into. "Cum for me," I begged, my voice somewhere between a sensual whisper and a pleading cry. "I want you to cum!"
"Fuck yes," the man grunted, and I felt a spasm pass across his broad and bruised shoulders. He was about to release! I clung even tighter to him, feeling the heat radiating out from his skin.
I wanted to feel the man release, wanted to feel this fighter burst inside me. In my fevered imagination, it would be the final, ultimate act of domination as he asserted his authority over me. I had to have it, had to get that burst of warmth to finish me off.
With one last groan, I felt Rhodes lurch forward, leaning down into me. His arms, which had previously been holding him up, buckled. He collapsed down on top of me, his weight pressing both of our sweaty, burning naked bodies together.
Down between my legs, I felt the man's massive cock swell once more, so big that I worried it would tear me apart. But I rode that one last burst, doing my best to squeeze together my exhausted muscles down inside of my spread thighs.
Rhodes opened his mouth and let slip out an inarticulate cry of pleasure into my neck. I felt the man's body heave on top of me, his every muscle twitching and tensing as he finally released and let go.
And then he came.
Oh god, I felt him cum inside of me! It was so intense, a huge rush of wetness that instantly overwhelmed my insides, coursing out of me and soaking my legs with his jism. His cock pulsed deep inside me, over and over, each pulse releasing a fresh pump of his juices to flow over me.
I had been lost in a near-constant stream of pleasure in my mind, but that burst pushed me over the edge as well. This time, I couldn't hold back, and a breathy scream escaped out through my lips. I arched my back up to press my chest against Rhodes', my own muscles also going rigid from the exhilaration.
Burst after burst of the man's hot seed shot into me! I couldn't believe how much was coursing out of him. If this kept up, he was going to collapse on top of me from the dehydration alone! I knew that men only had their orgasms at the end of sex, but if it was anything like what I felt, he must not be able to even think right now!
After what felt like an eternity, the man's convulsions finally slowed, and his eyes opened once again to look down at me. "Holy shit," he said, the words more of a satisfied sigh than anything else. "God, I haven't cum like that in ages."
"No kidding," I said feebly. I couldn't manage much else. Even as the orgasm finally, almost mercifully, began to fade, I still couldn't seem to get actual thoughts moving in my head. I just wanted to lay here for a million hours, listening as the rabbit-speed beating of my heart finally began to slow.
Rhodes was still inside me. He shifted a little, and even though his cock was just now starting to shrink, to lose a little of its iron hardness, he still evoked a whole new wash of sensation.
The muscles on the man's arms stood out as he lifted himself up off of me. For a moment, I was hit by a brief wash of sadness as that bruised and battered but still gorgeous chest left mine, as he lifted his warmth up off of me. On the other hand, now I could draw in breath freely once again, and I immediately and gratefully did so.
The man's eyes dipped down, admiring my cleavage as my chest rose and fell. He was now straightening up, and finally, with one last little twitch, his cock slid wetly out of me. The man went as though he was about to lift himself up, but then paused, and instead flopped down on the couch beside me.
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For at least a few minutes, we both lay there side by side on the couch, both of us naked and replaying the recent events in our minds. At least, I know that was what I was doing. And every time that I pictured this huge monster of a man on top of me, still filled with the rush of victory from his fight as he rammed into me, I felt a pleasurable chill run up and down the length of my spine.
Two of the big boxer's fingers stroked up and down along my back, tracing little patterns in my skin. "God," the man whispered a second time. He didn't have to say anything more. That one exclamation seemed to sum up everything.
My head was still swimming. I couldn't believe what I had just done! In just the last few hours, I had met a stranger, made out with him, let him run his hands all over me and into all sorts of forbidden places, watched him fight another stranger in a brutal boxing match, and then gave myself over to him as a victory prize!
To say the least, this was totally unlike how I normally acted.
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