Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  “Trent,” I breathed, caramel gaze beckoning to him, nipples stiff with desire, pussy open and bare for him to see, my nudity almost obscene with a huge dildo stuffed in my cunt. “Come in,” I murmured.

  And just like that, the big man was on me in an instant, his massive form on the bed, hands everywhere, hot, hard, hungry … and I couldn’t wait to give myself to him again.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Trent

  Oh fuck, she was dirty. Marie, or Miz Sands as I should call her, was a mix of the high and the low, the innocent and the crazily slutty. Because the woman I’d met last night had been shy, even docile, looking around the bar like she didn’t belong there, beautiful but biting her lip, eyes wide. And yet she’d given herself to me, a total stranger, she’d let me take her a hundred ways to Heaven, making that sweet body come so hard, shaking and shivering, screaming my name as she came.

  And the contrasts just kept coming. This morning I’d been fucking astounded to find out that my hot slut from last night was also my friend’s mom. I mean, what the hell? What were the chances of that happening? But oh yeah, the soft, curvy body, the huge tits, the wide hips, they marked a breeding female, one who’d been successful, with solid proof of her fertility … my friend Robbie in this case.

  And it only made me want Marie more. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I admit this was out of character for me. I mean, I love women of all types, young, old, blonde, brunette, redhead, age is nothing but a number. But my friend’s mom? Holy shit, it was un-fucking-believable, I didn’t usually shit so close to where I ate. I’ve fucked my buddies’ sisters, their cousins, even an aunt in one case, but fuck, Robbie’s mom? Like I said, un-fucking-believable.

  But Marie was gorgeous and then some, and when I heard moans while lying on the couch downstairs, my cock jumped like a fucking rocket, a leak starting up. It had to be my girl, and I couldn’t ignore the sounds of the siren even if I tried. I could hear everything, the panting, a slow whine of arousal as she slid something in herself, the unmistakable sounds of a slippery fuck.

  So like a magnet drawn to a pole, I was up the stairs in a flash, a big cat stalking its prey. And as I drew close to her bedroom, the noises became even more obvious.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes,” followed by a deep sucking sound, the creak of bed springs.

  I was just about to bust in, my hand on the doorknob when I paused. Oh fuck, what if Marie had someone with her? Maybe I wasn’t the only man in her life, maybe she had a lover in her room, she was letting some other dude taste that pretty pussy, drill her sweet ass. And the realization made me so angry I almost blew my top, right there in the hallway, ears emitting steam, not caring that Robbie was asleep down the hall, his mom having a hot session with some dude inside. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’m not usually possessive, I’m a fucking pro athlete, there are tramps all around when we travel, groupies only too happy to offer their bodies for a night with a ballplayer, something to brag about with their friends.

  But with Marie it was different. I couldn’t stomach the thought of the woman with another man, another dude sliding his dick into those slick folds, so with a muffled snarl, I banged the door open, ready to haul that asshole off her curvy form.

  But what I saw took my breath away instead, literally made me stop in my tracks, dick popping out full force. Because Marie was on her bed, in the throes of ecstasy, beautiful, nude, big boobs jutting out to there with her knees pulled up to her chest. And deep in that twat, protruding obscenely from her swollen pussy lips was a huge dildo. Well, it looked huge to me, most of it was plugged into her curvy body, her pussy dripping wetly, thighs smeared with female cream.

  And the woman took me by surprise then. Without opening her eyes, she threw her head back, lips parting delicately to sigh, “Trent, yes, take me there, yes, as small fingers caressed her clit, pussy quivering, jerking around the dildo as I watched, one digit up her ass.

  And I couldn’t hold back, fuck no, the scene was too juicy to resist, and she’d called my name for crying out loud. All thoughts of another man flew out of my head and in two big strides, I was on the bed with her, stark naked, dick out and dripping, ready to ravage, to take. I stroked a massive boob, weighing the plump flesh, twisting the nipple in my fingers.

  “Baby,” I ground out. “Why didn’t you tell me you needed me? Daddy is only too happy to help.”

  Marie’s eyes flew open then, those caramel pools wide, shocked, mouth in a round “O” when she realized she’d been discovered. I didn’t blame her. It’s not that often you’re caught in flagrante, knees up, pussy bare, fucking yourself in both cavities. So I merely dipped my head, dropping a kiss on her mouth, my hand sliding down from her breast over her belly, and then lower until I traced the dildo’s base with my hand, feeling the soft robber, her hot, swollen lips gripping the toy.

  “Why didn’t you tell me baby?” I ground out again, my eyes never leaving hers. “I would have been happy to help.”

  And her mouth opened and closed a few times, speechless, breasts rising with arousal, breathing coming fast. Because I was stirring the dildo in her cunt now, massaging those sweet walls with the tool, brushing her g-spot before slowly pulling it out and fucking it back in.

  And shit, but it looked good. The dildo was a massive one, I hadn’t been wrong, and when it came out of her cunt, it was covered in goo, her ambrosia so hot, so strong, the scent of female arousal drugging me, my cock dying to be in her. But no, I wanted her to play with the toy first, to enjoy a fake fuck if that’s what she wanted.

  So pulling the huge toy out from her vagina, I watched with hungry eyes as her pussy lips clung to the rubber, so tight, begging it not to go.

  “Mmm, honey, it’s good, isn’t it?” I muttered before leaning down to run my tongue along that swollen flesh, tasting where the rubber met her cunt, lapping up some of the goo. “Mmm, fuck honey, you’re delicious.”

  And I kept tonguing her, kept nibbling at her pussy as I pushed the dildo back in, focusing on her clit this time, swirling my tongue against the nub as I slid the rubber in, her hungry pussy swallowing it, welcoming the deep penetration.

  “Ohhh!” the brunette moaned, head tilted back, eyes closed as she gave herself up to the sensations. “Oh Trent!”

  I fucking loved it, loved hearing my name on her lips, that pout parted slightly as she let me drill her, as she let me touch her twat, do whatever I wanted. So I slid the dildo back in, up tight, until it bumped the bottom of her cervix, and then pulled it out once again, sucking her clit, heightening the sensations by going at her cunt two ways, with my mouth and the toy.

  But there was no way I was going to spend the entire time fucking my girl with a fake dick when the real one was right here. So after a few more strokes, deep, sensuous slides in and out, I pulled the toy all the way out and positioned myself between her knees, pushing those thighs up and apart. Oh fuck, the brunette was beautiful, her little hole already gaping, open and pulsing, dripping with lust, clit throbbing hard, stiffly waving, begging for more. So I did the honors. Lining up my dicktip, I sank in, that engorged flesh hugging me, so tight, ruby red and glistening, another gush of cream spilled out.

  “Ohhh Trent,” Marie cried, breath coming in pants, those creamy tits begging to be tasted as I fucked her deep. “Ohhh!”

  And she felt so good that I almost lost it on the first stroke. Yeah, me, Trent Markham, motherfucker extraordinaire, a literal mother fucker now, almost lost it despite the thousands of pussies I’ve been in, the thousands of hot sessions I’ve had on the team bus, on the team plane, in dark alleyways, bathroom bars. With the forty year-old vixen, I almost lost it just like a teen boy, giving up my sperm on the first thrust, on the first deep push.

  But with iron control, the semen stayed in. Sure, my dick squirted wetly a bit, some liquid jetted out, I was too fucking turned on not to, but clamping my eyes shut, jaw tight, abs and chest clenched, I forced my balls to behave. I wanted to show this woman a good time, I wanted her
to have the fuck of her life, and right now was way too early.

  So summoning my deepest reserves of self-control, I gritted my teeth, holding still within her warm depths.

  “Honey,” I grunted, licking a wet trail up that delicate neck, tracing the curve of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful, you feel so good.”

  And Marie squirmed beneath me a bit then, nipples brushing against my chest, small hands coming to encircle my back.

  “Yes, Trent,” she breathed, brown eyes warm, languid, giving everything up to me. “And I want you. I want you to fuck me, please Daddy,” she panted with a little shake of her hips.

  And that was all it took. The feel of her pussy sliding against me, the friction unbearable, sent me over the edge and I began pounding her deep, my hips like pistons, running into her again and again, the sound of slapping flesh so obscene in the small room, pushing her legs wide, pussy lips spread.

  “Ah fuck, little girl,” I grunted, balls hitting her asshole on every penetrating fuck, bouncing off her hot hole. “Ah fuck, you feel so good.”

  And the brunette mewled beneath me, lost to sensation, savoring the pound in her hot cunt.

  “Yes, Trent, yes,” she panted. “Yes, give it to me.”

  But I’m a horny motherfucker with tricks up my sleeve, and a straight set wasn’t in the works tonight. Oh no, I’d caught Marie playing with toys and I wanted to take her to the next level, to titillate and arouse like she’d never been before. So after a couple deep pounds, I backed off and with one swift flick of my wrist, fucked the dildo in again, pushing it all the way into her pussy before pulling out.

  “Ohhhh!” the brunette screamed, pulsing with ecstasy, the dirtiness of what we were doing breaking through barriers. “Ohhh!”

  And with a grunt, I used the toy a couple more times before rotating back to my dick, sliding in with absolute mastery, my ownership of her complete, that swollen pussy so fucked, so wet, and all mine.

  “That’s it,” I ground out into her ear, our breaths mingling, foreheads almost touching as I pulsed into her cunt. “That’s it, you belong to Daddy.”

  And Marie squealed beneath me, thighs spreading wider, welcoming, sweet body pulsing with lust.

  “Yes, yes Daddy,” she panted, our bodies locked together, entwined, two pieces of a puzzle, so right, so tight. “Yes,” she breathed again.

  And perhaps it was the utter surrender, the feel of the woman melting around me, her giving nature, the soft flesh cushioning, embracing my deep hardness that made me give it up. Because I’d struggled this entire time, my arousal roaring like never before, my need to possess, own, and dominate so hungry, so overwhelming that with a mighty roar, a jerk of my hips and an arch of my back, I climaxed. Oh yeah, my balls twitched once, twice, my ass convulsing as I delved deep once more, and fuck, sperm started spraying like a hose, I blasted again and again into the beautiful woman, coating her insides with my cum.

  “Unf!” I grunted, “Fuck fuck fuck!”

  And at that moment, Marie burst as well, her pussy spasming hard, her back almost coming off the bed as she screamed, breasts lifted to the heavens, my mouth locked on hers as that sweet body dissolved beneath me.

  “Mmmm!” she squealed, hands scrabbling on my back, almost leaving welts as she scratched, the loving was so good. “Mmmm!

  She was calling my name, I could tell, as her pussy gave it up, milking me, the engorged walls literally clamping around me, deep draws pulling the sperm from my dick, sucking it into her most private spot. And I loved it, I loved every second of it, how slutty this woman was, how I’d caught her doing the nasty and she hadn’t been embarrassed, instead giving it up to me like a true cumbucket.

  Because she was my slut, oh fuck yeah, she was my fuck slut. I want all my women to be sluts, I want them hot and nasty around me, pussy creaming, because yeah, I want a willing woman in my bed, someone who can’t wait to get dick. And Marie, with her willful, wanton ways was exactly the answer. She was my hot MILF, so shy on the one hand, but with a warm, voluptuous body, a sweet cunt, and my name trembling on her lips. Oh yeah, I was going to have a good time with my friend’s mom … and for as long as possible.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Marie

  My eyes opened drowsily, body curiously warm, overheated almost. What was going on? Maybe I’d left the thermostat too high, it was sweltering in my room.

  But when I tried to lift an arm to push the sheets off, everything came crashing down. Because my limb was trapped by a huge, male arm wrapped around me, pinning me against a muscular form.

  Gasping, my eyes flew open. Oh my god, what had happened? And as realization filtered into my brain, I stiffened slightly. Oh god, oh god, I’d had sex with Trent again, he’d caught me with the inseminator and instead of being disgusted, instead of slamming the door with a frigid look, the alpha male had roared like a lion. My son’s friend had strode into the room, taking the dildo in hand, and fucked me with it himself, rotating between his live dick and the toy, pushing into my folds, making me squirm, squeal and pant until I gave it up, screaming my pleasure to the heavens.

  And it’d been so good, so hot, that I’d literally blacked out afterwards, passing into a dazed euphoria and then slipping soundlessly into sleep. Except now, the big male was with me in bed, that muscular body keeping me warm and toasty on a cold night. I moved experimentally and that woke him, the sleepy bear coming to life.

  “You good, baby girl?” his deep voice sounded in my ear, fingers rolling a nipple gently, lightly squeezing my breastflesh. “You good?”

  I sighed languorously, loving his touch, his hand on a big boob. I sighed again, grinding my pussy unconsciously against his thigh, stretching as best I could with his warm form wrapped around me. Because yeah, I was just about pinned to the bed, Trent’s massive form on me, around me, almost in me, his penis head right up against my soft slit.

  But he wasn’t in me at the moment. Sure, my skin caked with the remnants of his seed, my cream, our loving still tainting the air around us, the sex smells pungent and arousing. But we’d finished for the moment, he’d pulled out to let my pussy get a break, enjoying the silence, our intimate time together.

  So I mewled again, nestling up against his masculine frame.

  “I’m good,” I confirmed, nodding shyly, even though it was ludicrous given the circumstances. “I’m good.”

  And Trent chuckled deep in his chest, stroking my hip now.

  “That’s good, Miz Sands,” he growled. “Now you want to tell me about the toy?”

  My eyes flew open then because right, I was Ms. Sands, his best friend’s mom, no longer some strange fuck. And shit, the inseminator, where was it? I twisted awkwardly and caught a glimpse, the flesh-colored dildo lying on the bed next to us. It lay there, obscene, almost pulsing still, the image of a man’s dick, huge and full, ready to penetrate.

  But what could I do? There was a question hanging in the air and I had to answer.

  “I know how this seems,” I began, almost too embarrassed to meet Trent’s eyes. “I know what this looks like.”

  His eyebrows shot up.

  “What does it look like?” he growled, amused.

  I looked down again, cheeks flaring with embarrassment.

  “Well, that I’m so desperate that I’d use a dildo,” I murmured, barely able to say the words. “I guess I must seem really lonely,” I finished in a whisper.

  But Trent pulled me close, his big chest vibrating with shudders. And suddenly I jerked my chin up to look at him. Because those were shakes of laughter, the alpha male was laughing at me.

  “No, not laughing at you,” he admonished gently, chucking me under the chin. “Laughing with you because you’re so ridiculous.”

  Confusion flickered in my eyes before I pouted a bit.

  “How? Why am I ridiculous?” I demanded, straightening my shoulders indignantly. “Why is that ridiculous?”

  But he pulled me close again, lightly stroking my back, the curve of m
y spine.

  “Because honey,” he ground out. “It was so fucking beautiful seeing you fuck yourself like that, a woman in need, satisfying herself, spreading her puss for a deep drill, finger in her ass. I liked seeing you take what you wanted, even if it was from a fake dick.”

  I blushed again.

  “But that’s the thing. I used a toy because I didn’t have, um, a man,” I finished lamely. But Trent just shrugged carelessly.

  “Honey, you just got stuffed by a real man, tonight and last night. I’d say you’re the furthest thing from desperate.” And this time, I really blushed, so hot that the pink ran across my bosom, spreading down my tummy and all the way to my soft cunt. My mouth opened to say something inane, but Trent interrupted.

  “But what’s with that dildo?” he asked curiously. “It’s not a regular one, what’s with the hollow interior?”

  I couldn’t move for a moment, stiffening in his arms awkwardly. Because the truth had to come out now. So with a deep breath, I met his eyes and began slowly. “Trent,” I murmured, “you’re absolutely right, it’s not your average dildo. It’s an inseminator. You fill it with semen and then push it into yourself, to, you know, get pregnant.”

  The big man was so still that I shrunk a bit, afraid he was going to kick me out of bed, give me the boot even though this was technically my house.

  “You’re trying to get pregnant?” he rumbled again, voice neutral.

  And I nodded, taking another deep breath.

  “I’m thirty-nine,” I said softly, “Almost forty, and time’s running out to do it naturally. I don’t have a man,” I said in a rush, “so it seemed like sperm donation was the best option.”

  Trent immediately looked down then, catching my eye.

  “But there was no sperm in that dildo,” he ground out. “It was just a piece of plastic.”

  And I nodded hesitantly.