Unstoppable

by Scott Hildreth

  She grunted into my hand and nodded her head.

  “Well, I’m going to need to put one more in there,” I said as I pulled my hand back and slowly forced a third finger inside of her.

  She moaned against my hand as I forced them inside of her slowly.

  “You know why I had to do that?” I whispered into her ear.

  She turned her hear to the left, looked into my eyes, and moaned.

  I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy twice, slowly. Her pussy was now dripping wet and soaking my entire hand.

  “Because I have a big fucking cock, Vee. If I just shove it in you, you’ll scream. If you scream, Tonia will come in here. If Tonia comes in here, I’ll put her ass to work, holding you down on the desk while I fuck you. Now I don’t know Tonia like that, so I think it’s just best we keep her out of this,” I whispered into her ear.

  She nodded her head eagerly.

  “See, babe. I’m always thinking,” I sighed.

  “You feel that big cock against your thigh?” I bit her ear and spoke through my teeth.

  She nodded and sighed into my hand. I slowly pulled my finger from her pussy and guided my cock inside of her. As I slowly pushed it in, I released her mouth and slid my hand down to her neck. Gripping her neck tightly in my hand, I pulled back on it, forcing her to arch her back. I pushed my cock all the way in and rocked my hips upward.

  “I like this little pussy of yours, Vee. It makes my cock feel really big. Oh wait, my cock is really big,” I softly chuckled as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

  “Holy fuck, Ripp. I can’t…” she strained to talk, my hand still squeezing tight on her neck.

  “I can’t…”

  “Well, if you don’t like it slow, let’s do this,” I growled.

  I squeezed her neck in my right hand as I pulled her backward. I reached up with my left hand, gathered her hair in my hand, and pulled it about as hard as I could. As her hair became tight, I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I was able.

  My hips smacking against her ass made a slapping sound that echoed through her office. The force that I was fucking her with caused the desk to begin to move across the floor. She grunted each time I buried my cock into her. As I pulled her hair to the side, I looked down and into her eyes.

  “Fucking hell…” she grumbled through her clenched teeth.

  “Oh…”

  “Oh…”

  I could tell from her breathing she was close to climax.

  “Vee, I’m going to have to get to the gym,” I grunted as I slammed my cock into her.

  “I need you to finish. I need you to cum all over my big fat cock,” I muttered as I continued to fuck her as hard as I could.

  “It’ll,” I forced myself into her until the desk moved an inch.

  “Make,” I slid my cock out to the tip and forced it back in deeply.

  “Me,” I pulled it out and hesitated.

  “Happy,” I said as I began to fuck her like a jackhammer.

  I pulled her hair and squeezed her neck as I pounded her pussy full of cock. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the office. She began to grunt and moan as I felt her pussy contract.

  “Ripp?” she grunted.

  I pounded myself into her.

  “It’ll make me happy baby,” I growled.

  My hips slapped against her ass repeatedly as I forced myself into her.

  Her pussy convulsed as it contracted. Her hands slapped the desk. She slapped again. And again. And again…And.

  Again.

  I released her neck and hair. Slowly, I stopped fucking her and held my cock in her deep.

  “Holy shit,” she sighed, “that was intense.”

  “Yeah, I wonder if Tonia heard you slapping the desk,” I laughed.

  “I’ll tell her something,” she said over her shoulder, her breath choppy and labored.

  “So, you’re going to act like we weren’t fucking?” I asked as I slowly slid my cock from her pussy.

  “Uhhm. I’m so not going to tell her,” she sighed.

  She slowly stood from her bent over position and turned to face me.

  “I can move my desk back, brush my hair, and act like nothing happened,” she said.

  “Get on your knees,” I demanded.

  “Pfft. Even if you cum on my face, I can fix it, I’m not scared of you,” she said as she lowered herself down on the floor.

  As she knelt in front of me and grasped my cock in her hand, I pulled it from her grasp.

  “Hold still,” I smiled.

  As she looked up with a face full of wonder, I slapped her as hard as I could across the face with my cock. The look of shock that washed over her was priceless. A red welt began to show up on her cheek as she raised her hand to her face.

  “Stand up,” I said.

  Slowly she stood as she rubbed her cheek. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. As I held her, I moved her hair to the side and whispered in her ear.

  “I gotta get babe. I’ll try and hide this hard cock in my shorts and let myself out. Just stay in here hidden for a bit, and she’ll never see it,” I kissed the side of her face as I leaned away from her.

  “That was really unexpected. Is it okay if I liked it?” she asked.

  “Okay by me. Kind of like fuckin’ and fighting at the same time,” I laughed as I pulled up my shorts.

  She shook her head as I stuffed my semi-rigid cock into my shorts and zipped them up. I pulled my tee shirt over the crotch and smiled. I looked at her face and shook my head at the large red welt on her face.

  “I’ll let myself out. Hide in here, okay?” I said as I leaned into her and kissed her lips.

  “Have fun. Jesus. What a treat that was,” she said as she picked her torn panties up from the desk and ran her fingers through her matted hair.

  I leaned into the corner of her desk and pressed my leg against it, positioning it back where it was. As I opened the door to walk out, I turned and smiled, “I’ll close this behind me.”

  She nodded.

  “Bye babe,” she whispered.

  I closed the door behind me and walked to the end of the hall, pressing against my cock with my hands as I did. Slowly, it was going soft. By the time I got on my bike, I’d be fine, a small price to pay for treating Vee to a little office sex.

  As I passed Tonia’s desk, she smiled and waved, “By Ripp.”

  “See ya, Tonia,” I waved as I walked toward the elevator.

  Awwe, fuck it.

  “Tonia?” I turned around and faced her desk.

  “Yes, Ripp,” she arched her back and looked over the top of the monitor.

  “I almost forgot. Vee wants to see you. She said to just go on in,” I smiled.

  “Okay,” she said as she stood from her chair.

  Well, there’ll be no hiding it now.

  VEE. It had been a month since Michael and I started having sex, and my life had changed completely. My focus at work was second to none. My level of tension was non-existent. My father was probably going to be released from the hospital soon, and I felt as if I was on top of the world. Actually being in a relationship with Ripp was so much more rewarding than I thought anyone could ever have, and he was proving to be the biggest twelve year old kid on the planet. He was nothing more than a huge goofball who was loving, caring, witty, and protective. The only problem, if there was one, was he instantly turned to a monster when someone crossed him. We may need to work on that temper at some point in time.

  “It’s been three fucking weeks Ripper,” Kelsey screamed.

  “It ain’t been three weeks. God damn, give a guy a break,” Michael responded.

  “You get no more breaks. You’re fighting before this god damned rally. You’re going to turn into a fucking bum. A thirty year old retired fucking bum,” Kelsey hollered as he pointed at Michael.

  “Damn it, boss, what did I tell you about pointing at me,” Ripp said as he swung his glove at Kelsey’s finger.


  “What did I tell you about having her in the ring? And you better not be fucking her, losing all your damned stamina and strength. Son-of-a-bitch, Ripper,” Kelsey sighed loudly as he finished speaking.

  “She’s got ears, boss. She can fuckin’ hear you talkin’ shit. I teach here, remember? The kid, Austin? I’ve been teaching him. And now, I’m teaching her. So go fuck off old man. Go eat some of those Tums you have in the locker room and settle that stomach before you have an ulcer,” Ripp laughed.

  “You go fuck of. You gave me ulcers ten years ago, Ripp. Maybe I’ll just make you a full time trainer if you don’t want to fight,” Kelsey screamed over his shoulder as he turned toward the exit.

  “And turn off the god damned lights when you leave,” he hollered as he reached for the door handle.

  “I always do boss,” Mike screamed across the gym.

  “Good night, Vee!” he waved as he opened the door.

  “Night, Kelsey,” I hollered.

  Kelsey was one of the nicest men I had ever met. Shane and Mike admired him greatly, and he admired them as well. He didn’t scream much at Shane, but he sure screamed at Michael. Ripp was considerably wilder than Shane, and would rather fight bare knuckles matches than about anything, because the pay was better. The thought of it angered Kelsey, and if Ripp wasn’t fighting at the gym at least once a month, Kelsey was angry with him.

  Ripp was a favorite here, and drew quite a crowd to the gym. Since Shane’s signing to fight for the championship, he no longer actually fought here, and only sparred against Ripp and another fighter that came in from Houston from time-to-time. Most of Shane’s sparing matches were closed door matches, not even open to the public. Shane had become quite a celebrity in Austin, and keeping his training and fighting style a secret was becoming difficult. As I leaned against the ropes, my gloves at my side, Mike stepped into the ring.

  Seeing Ripp in shorts, gloves, and no shirt was more than any woman could prepare for. Regardless of whether or not he was fighting or had a fight scheduled, he never missed a workout. His rippled stomach made me wet looking at it. His massive chest flared as he took a breath, and he often made his pectoral muscles jump up and down to tease me when we were fucking. He knew it made me melt when he did it. Topped off with his smoothly shaved head and tattoos, he was a walking aphrodisiac.

  And he was mine.

  “So, the ROT rally starts here next week, you ready?” he asked.

  “Absolutely, are we done training?” I responded as I pushed myself off the ropes.

  “Well, we’d been at it for damned near two hours when he showed up screaming,” he laughed.

  I absolutely loved riding on the back of his motorcycle, and enjoyed it as much as riding in the Chevelle. The car was a totally different pleasure, but it was a pleasure none-the-less. The bike was a seven hundred pound vibrator. I could almost climax riding on it.

  “Okay, let’s call it a day. It’s Sunday and I have next week off,” I paused, “let’s go eat something light and get some sleep, I’m beat.”

  “Alright. Let’s do it,” he said as he held the ropes.

  As I stepped through the ropes, I heard it. A thundering rumble from outside the gym, getting increasingly louder. I looked toward the door as it felt like the walls began to shake.

  “What in the world is going on?” I asked as I stepped onto the floor.

  “Sounds like bikes. A lot of em,” he responded as he looked up toward the door.

  The noise got so loud it sounded like it was in the gym. I’d heard motorcycles before, but this sounded like an entire motorcycle gang was pulling into the parking lot. The thundering continued. As the hair on my arms stood up, I could actually feel the rumble. In a matter of seconds, it stopped.

  “Well, with the rally starting it’s hard to say, babe. Just stay close to me. Probably people looking for that fucking Dekk,” Michael said as we walked toward the door.

  One problem with the gym was the lack of windows. For reasons of privacy, I’m sure, the gym had no windows. It was an old metal building that had at some time been converted to a gym, and the perimeter walls had no windows. There were windows in the building, but they were in the offices, nit in the gym itself. As we continued to walk across the floor toward the door that opened into the parking lot, it opened, revealing a parking lot full of motorcycles.

  “Holy shit, looks like about twenty or more. Jesus,” Ripp said as a man walked into the gym.

  He was tall, lean, and muscular. His arms were covered in several tattoos, and he appeared to be shirtless, but was wearing a motorcycle club leather vest with patches on it. Two other men stood behind him on the sidewalk.

  “What can I do for ya, brother? We’re closed, just locking up,” Ripp said as we walked up to the door.

  “Stay behind me, babe,” he whispered over his shoulder.

  “Okay,” I responded as I stepped behind him.

  “Well, we rode into town for ROT. Saw in the flyer for the rally you were having fights over the weekend. It said there were limited spots. We were at the bar on the next street up, and I made a bet with the President. Kind of like to get a fight in, just to say I did it. I ain’t fought since the Corps. To tell you the truth, we didn’t think anyone would be here. We were just going to see if we could find the place and saw the scoot in the lot. You ride?” he asked.

  “Yep,” Ripp responded.

  “So, there any spots left?” the man asked.

  “Yeah, we got some paperwork to fill out in the office, but it’s locked. Can you come back in the morning?” Ripp asked.

  The first man nodded and turned to the side as another man walked into the gym. He was huge, had dark hair, a beard, and was also wearing a biker club style leather vest. As he looked around the gym, the first man spoke again. As he began to talk, I noticed he had a Marine Corps tattoo on his arm.

  “Yeah, we’ll be back in the morning. You save me two spots? One of the other fellas said he’ll fight if there’s another spot. Kind of an inside bet with the club. Bragging rights, you know how it is,” he said.

  “Yep,” Ripp said, “I’ll tell the boss. His name’s Kelsey. There’s at least two left for sure, ain’t had much traffic on it yet. What’s your name?”

  “My name’s Alec Jacob. Don’t really go by that. You ride, so call me Train or A-Train,” he said as he held his hand out.

  “I’m Mike Ripton, call me Ripp. Pleasure to meet you, A-Train,” Ripp said as he held his gloved hand in the air and shrugged.

  “Alright. Well, it’s a nice place you have here, Ripp. We’ll leave you to it. Appreciate ya,” he said as he nodded his head and slapped the big bearded man on the shoulder.

  As they turned and walked out to the parking lot, I looked through the door before he pulled it closed. At least two dozen bikes were in the lot, the majority of which had leather vest wearing members of their club sitting on them.

  “Wow, that was scary for a second,” I sighed.

  “Awwe, just some fella’s in from out of town lookin’ for a fight babe. It’s kinda what bikers do; ride, fuck, and fight,” he laughed as we walked to the locker room.

  There was no doubt Michael liked to fuck. No doubt. But adding to that a weekend of fighting, a few hundred thousand bikes and bikers…

  Fucking, fighting, and riding on the motorcycle had become my three most favorite things to do, ever.

  Ever.

  VEE. My back arched and my eyes watered as he pulled the belt that was cinched around my neck a little tighter. We’d been fucking for two hours and I was nothing short of an exhausted, shaking, emotional mess. Using items around the house for BDSM pleasure may not be the safest thing to do, but it sure proved to be effective. Additionally, we both believed the spur of the moment type of sex was far more enjoyable than planned adventures with store bought toys.

  He pulled the belt tighter as he forced himself into my wet pussy. I bit my lip and groaned. My back arched to the point of pain to relieve some of the pressure o
n my neck, the dried wax on my chest and stomach cracked and fell onto the bed.

  “What did I tell you, my sexy little brunette beast? What the fuck did I tell you?” He growled as his hand slapped my ass.

  The slap forced me forward and added a little pressure to the belt around my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I opened my mouth and attempted to speak.

  “Ten, sir. Ten,” I grunted as I continued to bite my lip.

  I inhaled a shallow breath and tasted the light scent of the burning candle that filled the air of the room. I closed my eyes and waited for him to let me have it.

  “That’s fucking right. Ten. And how many times have you cum? How fucking many?” he hollered as he slapped my ass.

  My pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ache was both annoying and an assurance of what we had been doing for several hours now. It, for the most part, was a welcome annoyance. With Ripp, I stayed wet for hours, but his pounding me with that pierced cock literally pummeled my pussy into a swollen mess. He had, over time, figured out how to keep me from cumming. Slapping my ass and changing positions didn’t allow me to relax. To cum, I needed to focus and/or relax, even if for a few seconds. I felt the tension on the belt begin to relax.

  This son-of-a-bitch.

  “Time to change it up,” he bellowed.

  His hands gripped my hips and quickly flipped me onto my back. As I looked up at him, I sighed. And smiled.

  Wrong thing to do.

  “What? You fuckin’ bored?” he howled.

  On his knees and in between my legs, he looked down at me and shook his head.

  “Bite that lip,” he demanded as he reached for the candle.

  As his left hand covered my eyes, and pressed my head firmly into the comforter, I felt the hot wax on my left nipple. The wax that was already covering them kept the burning sensation minimal. He had learned that shading my eyes while dripping the hot wax on me was for more pleasurable for us both. For me, the not knowing when it was coming was extremely sensual.

  “Hell, you probably can’t even feel that, can you?” he whispered.

  I didn’t respond. Clenching my teeth and biting my lip, I waited. A few seconds passed.