Beth’s Beat Down

This story is inspired by the events in the last chapter of Stormbringer’s “The Unwanted Houseguest Rebooted”. It is not intended to be part of that universe, just an extension of a scene in the story.

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It was fight night in Phoenix and the sweltering summer night left the national theatre in a murky haze, both from bloodthirsty patrons and the combatants themselves. Sweat showered Bethany in the front row and she screamed out in celebration as fist collided with face. One man crumbled to the ground while the other stood triumphantly, gesturing to the crowd indicating his superiority. Bethany loved boxing. She barely knew anything about the sport before she met her husband Tommy “The Firecracker” Beach, but after 6 years she had grown into an avid fan.

She had a real weakness for strong, muscular men and had a string of boyfriends who were big on sports through her early 20s. When she met Tommy in a bar she was instantly drawn to him. He had just won his 3rd amateur fight and was about to go pro, he had a black eye and looked like a mighty warrior who had returned from a victorious crusade. The notion that this man could take on any person in the bar with his bare hands and come out on top was intoxicating to Beth. It didn’t take much for Tommy to take notice of him, despite his circle of friends and well-wishers surrounding him. All it took was for Beth to stand tall at the bar lean over to talk with the waitress, her supple ass on display for all to see and her teardrop C cup breasts buoyed by her arms as she leaned into them. He dyed blonde hair reached just above her buttocks, snaking its way down her back in a tight braid.

Tommy instantly made his way from his circle and took up a place beside her.

“This one is on me, Carrie.” He winked towards the waitress. Beth’s goal was complete. They struck up a conversation and it was clear they were both into each other. Beth didn’t like taking things fast and would often force her would-be suitors into three dates before she let them have at her female charms. But Tommy got to see her pert tits up close that night and they made out in a private back room he had access to. She managed to keep herself from letting him have sex with her, despite them spending nearly an hour grinding on each other while Tommy feasted on her pink nipples. Not the same could be said for their second meeting, after a sexually tense sitting at the cinema they barely made it to Tommy’s jeep before he got his penis inside her. She had worn a flowing skirt which allowed for easy access just in case such an event transpired.

The rest was history for Beth and The Firecracker. She engrossed herself in the world of boxing as her partner rose to local fame. She nursed him through the close losses and celebrated with furious sex sessions after his victories. Beth found herself getting highly aroused as she watched two men dukes it out in nothing but their shorts. She admired their tight muscles as they worked to defeat their rival through power and finesse. The whole spectacle hit an unknown primal urge inside her and she would be desperate to fuck her husband by the time she saw him. They married after a year together and didn’t look back.

Tommy was now 12 – 2, reigning champion of the Arizona State Heavyweight Division, and tonight he was due for his first defense. Beth tried to stay away from knowing anything about her husband’s opponents, she did not want to feel any sympathy for someone she wanted to see get hurt. All she knew was tonight her husband defended his title against Domonic “Cocky” Rose an 8 – 0 fighter who had torn his way through the circuit to challenge her Champ.

She was nursing her 4th cider for the evening. She had a habit of drinking a bit too much on fight nights to calm her nerves and to buzz her excitement. Her phone chimed and she saw her text from her husband, which was weird because he did not usually talk to her when she was so close to a fight.

“Come to the back baby, I need you a sec.” Beth made her way to the back area, flashed her pass, and wandered to where Tommy was getting his hands wrapped.

“Baby, the owner of the building wants to speak with you. The ring girl Tara is sick or something. He said he was willing to back 4 grand for someone to take her place. I thought you might?” Tommy was looking her up and down to emphasize her suitability. Her body was phenomenal, after they got together she became quite the gym bunny alongside him and the results were amazing. Her pert butt got even better and her C cup tits somehow barely lost any size, leaving her looking like a porn star.

“What? I can’t do that, I don’t even have anything to wear!” She retorted. It was a weak argument and she knew they could use the money. Paying for trainers and gym time for Tommy took its toll on her sole salary, and his wins weren’t giving massive paydays yet.

“You can wear Tara’s outfit, she’s going home and Marty the owner has it with him in his office, you can change in there.” Tommy pushed, speaking as if they had already agreed. “There are only 3 fights left before mine. 4 grand for like 2 hours of work, plus what I make when I win tonight. It’ll be great for us.” Beth bit her bottom lip. She could feel hear rising in her chest, could she do this? She had never really displayed herself to anyone outside of the beach. She did enjoy the lusty stares she got from men, it gave her power knowing they wanted to have her but couldn’t. If she was going to she needed to commit now before she talked herself out of it.

“Ok honey, I’ll do it.” She felt her pussy quiver with excitement just at the thought of prancing around the ring in front of countless ravenous men. Their eye’s glued to her every move not really paying attention to the round number she was displaying. Why did Tommy have to have his stupid no sex before a fight rule? She was in her sexual peak and going 6 weeks without fucking her husband she felt like she could mount him right here.

“Awesome baby, head on back to Marty’s office and he will get you set up.” Tommy ushered her away and began his warm-up, shadow boxing around the room. Beth watched her muscle-bound husband work, already showing a sheen of sweat his taught body flowed with power and grace. She felt her wetness increase as she watched. Shaking her head to extract herself from her sexual fog she made her way to the office.

Marty was not a good-looking man, years of cigars, booze and everything else that came with the fighting world showed on his face. He sneered as the petite Beth walked in, Tara’s outfit was on his desk. A simple bikini top that was emblazoned with the organization’s logo, a fist, on both breasts. The bottoms were more booty shorts, designed to appear like some sort of combat wear complete with camo. Marty knew that the outfit was too small for Beth, he had sized her up long ago and despite having plenty of other sizes of the same outfit in the closet, he smiled to himself at the thought of this hot bitch trying to fit into this one.

“Come on in beautiful.” Beth cringed at his compliment. She liked being looked up, but Marty was your typical seedy businessman and she wanted nothing to do with him. “You can get changed in here, next fight is in 5 minutes so hurry that sweet ass up ok.” Marty left through another door and the room was hers. Beth quickly undressed, attempting to get this over and done as quickly as possible.

She pulled the bottoms up first, hopping on alternate legs to beckon the tight shorts over her round ass. It took quite the effort and her large breasts bounced around enticingly as she packed her ample ass into the garment. Next came the top, which didn’t fare much better, her breasts spilled out the bottom and top of the small diamonds. Looking herself over in the mirror she smiled, she looked fucking sexy though. She turned to inspect herself from behind and saw a similar result there, her ass cheeks peaked out the bottom of the shorts. She gave a quick wiggle and giggled to herself. Thankfully there was a satin robe she could wear when she wasn’t parading herself around the ring. She grabbed it and bounced giddily out the door.

The security guard ushered her to her new seat, right beside the action. She had never been this close and felt like she would be able to feel every connection the fighters made. Both fighters were already in the ring and Marty appeared beside her.

“What are you doing girl get in there!” He nudged her up and Beth was on her way. He gave her ass a quick tap, forcing her up the stairs to the ring. Grabbing the ‘1’ card she raised it high above her head, she tried to not look directly at anyone. She walked two swift laps around the ring, deftly avoiding both the fighters and their cornermen as they prepared for the coming melee. It was all over so fast, it felt so easy. This would be the best 4 thousand bucks she ever made.

The fight wasn’t spectacular, both men were not in their best shape, and by round 5 they were clearly out of gas. By the end of the fight Beth felt like she had the system worked out. She tried to ignore the hoots and hollers of the patrons in the stands, she swayed her hips seductively and arched her back. She was gonna be the best damn ring girl this place had ever seen.

By the second fight, she was a pro. She started taking in the scenery as she worked the ring. The catcalls were starting to embolden her. She felt so desirable, like a stripper who had the whole room’s attention. They were here to see her, and she was going to deliver on their expectations. The heat in the arena was sweltering now, her skin glowed with a light sheen which only further emphasized the assets she was showing. Thankfully, one of the staff brought her over a cool drink. It was a clear liquid in a high ball glass packed with ice. She took a sip immediately. It was gin and tonic, a lot of gin. The cool liquid only whet her appetite and she downed the whole glass quickly to try and cool herself off.

The next fight was far more entertaining and she found herself more interested. The staff member had quickly replaced her empty drink with another equally strong one which Beth now sipped on. Two lightweights were having a back and forth slugfest and no man seemed to want to back down. As the bell for round 2 chimed she jumped up and did her thing, deliberately taking her time to bend down under the ropes, giving those in the front seats a great view of her ass peeking from the short shorts. Beth felt herself getting damp from all this showing off. Oh God, she thought, I really need to get fucked after this. As she sat down, she squeezed her thigh together sliding them subtly together, manipulating the folds of her pussy in earnest pleasure.

She watched the fight with rapt trepidation, the two fine specimens of masculinity only stoked the internal fires of her sex. Abruptly, the shorter of the two men caught the other with a wild overhand right and his opponent fell backward to the canvas, stiff as a board. The crowd erupted in cheer, as it Beth. She clapped and bounced up and down in reverie. Unknowingly her large tits started to become dislodged from their tight confines, her excited nipples nearly popping out for the whole arena to see.

The crowd milled about waiting for the main event – her husband’s title defense. Beth finished the last of her drink and she was on cloud 9, shaking her hips to the music and clapping along while she waited. Finally, the light died down and they announced the challenger. Beth took her seat and was handed another gin, she tapped the cold glass with her nails nervously. A large figure emerged from the tunnel, covered in a shining purple boxers robe, his head covered by the hood. He shambled down the aisle to the beat of Kendrick Lamar, throwing light punches ahead of him. Beth strained to peer over the crowd to get a good look at the man but was too far down to see anything of significance. She watched the cloaked challenger step up to the ring, vaulting the ropes with each leg, clearing them easily with his height. Beth brought the glass to her lips and took a big gulp.

“Cocky” leaned over his corner, waiting for the champ silently as his corner hyped him up. The lights dimmed again and Tommy’s song came on. She saw her champion surge out of the tunnel, jogging down to the ring. This was his M.O. he was a high-energy fighter and loved to come out of the gate quickly, most of his victories came early due to overwhelming his foes. Beth loved his rapid-fire motor, as it passed on to their lovemaking. Tommy would pummel her into orgasm as she lay beneath him. She bit her lip as she imagined what he would do to her after his victory. Tommy jogged around the ring and raised his gloved hands to the crowd. They cheer for their local champ, and Beth screamed out in support.

She almost forgot her cue while she watched the fighters get ready. Marty walked over and beckoned her on stage. Jumping up, Beth did her best to play up to the crowd, she wanted everyone to be revved up for the fight. Jutting her hips, presenting her exquisite butt to the crowd, doing her best playboy pose. Beth looked over to her amped husband and give him a sultry wink. Tommy for his part was hyper-focused, if it were slow motion, you would see him drink in his wife as she pranced around the ring. But in real-time it was no more than a glance while he prepared for combat.

Beth took her place back by the ring but never took her seat. The announcer started introducing the challenger, reciting his record and physical stats. As he bellowed out his name, finally “Cocky” revealed himself. Shucking off the cloak Beth saw before her the biggest black man she had ever laid eyes on. His shoulder were boulders and his arms were trunks. The announcer listed him as 6’8″ and 240 pounds but from below, he looked twice that. Every muscle seemed to exude power. He had a mean look to his face, but despite that Beth could see he was quite handsome, his chiseled jaw was covered in a thick stubble. She looked at his deep dark eyes and they were affixed to her husband. She looked him up and down with her mouth agape. Even his legs were massive!

To his credit, Tommy did not show weakness in the challenger’s gaze, mean-mugging his for as good as he got. They met in the middle and the size difference back more apparently. Tommy was 6’5″ and 230 and he looked like he was Hercules on a good day. But across from his was a monster of a man, he reminded Beth of the minotaur, just far better looking. They touched gloves and back to their corners. Beth still didn’t sit down.

The bell rang and both men met in the middle. Tommy came out with his patent high intensity, peppering “Cocky” with heavy jabs and hooks. The challenger was on the back foot from the get-go, covering up and attempting to mitigate the onslaught of blows. Tommy advanced, pouring on the pressure trying to get through the behemoth’s high guard. Beth screamed out, trying to tell her partner to slow down. He had the initiative, but she knew he couldn’t keep this up forever.

The champ landed a few heavy blows on “Cocky”, who did not mount much offense for the entire round. Opting to paw at Tommy when they were at distance, and tie him up when they got too close. “The Firecracker” did his best to dirty box in the clinch, but the black man had him in the strength department and he ground his attacks out. As the first round ended Beth did her best to show off to the arena, but she spent more time sizing up both fighters. Tommy looked to be breathing heavy, but he was still in his element. Domonic looked like he took a few hits but was otherwise sitting tall.

In round 2, the challenger started to show his metal. Landing solid blows on Tommy early which made him think about what he threw. “Cocky” seemed to be getting his timing and would counter the Champs flurries with well place power. Both men fought their hearts out, but as the round went on it was clear to Beth that her husband was outmatched. She screamed and cheered and tried to will her husband to land that perfect blow that would end it all, but before long the bell rang and both men returned to their corner.

Beth looked on with concern as the cutman tried to stifle the swelling on her husband’s brows. She heard their cornerman Les plead with him to stick and move, use his speed and stay out of the pocket. It was all good advice, but looking over at the challenger, Beth felt uneasy in her stomach. She spend most of the walk around the ring watching him, his whole body was flushed. Dark veins scattered over his body, he looked at every part of the monster she imagined and more. Beth caught him looking at her, the only time it seemed he had looked from his opponent. She was caught in his gaze, he stared at her like she was meat like she was being offered to him as a prize for a conquering warrior. In her hyper-aroused state, she imagined herself below him, clutching his massive leg like some damsel on a smutty novel cover.

Round 3 started and Tommy tried to muster a heavy flurry and stem the tide. “Cocky” did his usual and tied up and outworked the Champ. Tommy’s frustration was visible, he cracked blows to Domonic’s body and tried to goad him into a brawl. Beth watched as it looked like her Tommy might just get through this. She had him winning the first two rounds, he just needed to keep the pressure on. Wild shot reigned down on the bigger man, the Champ starting to get a little loose with his shots, leaving him open for a counter. It came quick, a sharp uppercut right through the middle. “Cocky” had timed it perfectly, but it didn’t land flushed, the glancing blow still threw Tommy back and he back-peddled to regain his senses. It was the challenger’s time and he started to push into the champ, throwing well-weighted shots that weren’t 100% power but still kept the champ on the defensive. Tommy threw what he could but ended the round in the corner trying to dodge a flurry of shots that hit more than missed. When the bell rung he stumbled slightly trying to find his corner.

Beth watched the action, one hand over her mouth. She could not tell if Tommy was hanging in there or if “Cocky” was biding his time. She looked to her husband as she walked the ring, trying to gauge how he was, but he was doing a good job of playing possum. The challenger didn’t sit down this round but paced back and forth ready to get back to it. Beth watched the mammoth man, studying his shining muscles. His back was like a mountain range, deep valleys of muscle roped to his taut buttocks. She admired his bulging traps, she would be nothing to him, she thought. Her mind wandered back to her previous fantasy, she was kneeling before him again, him some distant warrior who had dominated her lands. She was now his prize and she gazed up at him in awe. The bell rang and she was brought back to reality.

The Champ came out blazing once again, but he was slower and more predictable. “Cocky” was ready to strike. He let Tommy burn out a few combinations into his guard before throwing another well-timed uppercut counter. This one landed square. He was like a demon now, swarming the champ with wide hooks and heavy blows. Tommy was balled up and on the ropes, showing no sign of real defense. When he guarded high, the challenger worked his body. When he tried to slip away “Cocky” cut him off and forced him in the corner. Beth screamed out, she had never seen her husband so outclassed. Tommy looked out on his feet, blows were throwing his head around and his arms were nearly limp. Beth counted the strikes as they bounced off his face unconsciously. Where was the ref!

“Stop the fight!” she yelled. The arena was roaring, her yells were drowned out. Five, six, seven, the punches continued. Tommy looked nearly dead, his swollen face was going purple. Eight, nine she counted. Finally, the referee dove between the fighters, and “Cocky” relented, he waved off the fight and there was a new Champion. Everything happened quickly after that, there was no need for the ring girl now so Beth simply stood and watched. She wanted to get into the ring and see if Tommy was alright, but there was no way she could push through the melee of cornermen and promoters. She could make out her husband, slumped in the stool as the cutman worked on his face. She saw a gurney race its way ringside, “The Firecracker’s” corner lifted him out of the ring and down to the waiting paramedics.

Beth raced over to her man. He was still conscious, but clearly out of sorts.

“Baby?” He blubbered. “I’m sorry baby.” He repeated.

“It’s ok, it’s ok.”

Beth held her husband tight for a second while they strapped him down. She chased after the paramedics as they wheeled him out, she heard the announcer introduce the new champion as they pushed through the tunnel doors.

“Will he be ok?” Beth pressed the paramedic.

“He should be ok, he took a beating, but it’s good he is still alert. They will do a scan right away to make sure there are no bleeds.” They informed her of the hospital that they were going to and they told her should bring their car as they may be there all night. The back doors closed and Beth watched the wailing ambulance speed off into the warm Arizona night. Beth pulled her phone from her back pocket and texted her husband.

“I’ll be there soon baby, I’ll get our stuff and meet you at the hospital.” She did not know if he had his phone. But soon she saw three thumbs up emojis come back quickly. She sighed with relief that at least she could keep in contact.

Her relief quickly turned to anger. Why did Rose keep going like that? He had clearly won and was just hurting him at that point. She stomped her heeled foot on the concrete in frustration. Where was his honor?

“I’ll show that asshole. Report him to the commission, he’ll get stripped for sure” She said to herself out loud and stormed back into the arena, the satin robe flowed behind her as her black high heels echoed in the empty hall.

She approached the locker rooms and saw first the sign for the champ. She walked right in to get their things. She nearly screamed when she saw the giant man leaning over the far bench, inspecting himself in the mirror. He was dripping with fresh water from the shower and wearing a white towel around his waist.

“What are you doing! This is the champ’s room!” Beth took a few steps in, slamming the door behind her. “Cocky” turned around and smiled. This hot bitch? He thought, she must be here to get some dick. She’d been eye-fucking him the whole fight. Domonic tapped the belt sitting on the bench pointedly.

“I’m the champ now girl.” He stared down at her.

“Well, whatever.” She was taken aback, she looked him over. He looked so big up close, no wonder he won. She studied his form, his whole upper body was gigantic, shaped like an angry cobra. Her eyes wandered over his balled shoulders, down his pectorals, and followed his abs down, they seemed to come to a point at his crotch. The small towel sat low on his waist, she caught a brief glimpse of a tuft of hair sticking out enticingly. “I need to get something.” She stammered, she could feel her previous arousal returning. The combination of the alcohol and this near-naked specimen of a man was having an effect on her, she had been so desperate for sex all night that even now she felt her lustful need to take control.

“Well then come get it then.” He said matter of factly, expecting this sexy little ring girl had come to get fucked by the new champion. Dom usually hit the strip club after a fight but now the bitches were coming straight to him. It was good to be the champ. Beth for her part did not understand the half-naked man’s meaning and strode forward. At the same time, he pulled the white town from his waist and it fell to the floor in a heap. Bethany was just a foot or two away from the man and due to their size difference, his immense cock was almost chest height to her. Her eyes shot straight to it in reflex, the welcome intrusion of a bikini-clad ring girl had already flooded it with blood. It stood at half-mast between then, angled at her feet and it was steadily rising with each beat of his heart. They stood silently as the new champion’s turgid cock rose to its full glory.

“Jesus Christ.” That was all Beth could utter, her heart raced and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. She continued to stare, it looked glorious to her. Her fantasy of the conquering hero was complete before her. Every inch of this man was built for domination and here she was, ready to supplicate her spoils to the victor. The young wife felt her pussy throb with heat, she left like she could feel her essence about to run down her leg.

“I… I” She stammered, her words caught in her chest. She never took her eyes off his cock. It must be of been eleven inches long and thick, oh so thick. The bumpy veins running down the shaft reminded her how the fighter looked between rounds, engorged and ready for action. The rapidly increasing moistness between her legs betraying her vows. She wanted to run, and she wanted to touch this perfect cock at the same time. But she did neither, just standing there breathing heavy, her overstuffed bikini top rising and falling with every fluttered breath. Finally, he spoke again, his deep baritone vibrated through her whole body.

“Come here, slut.” The word echoed through her head. She wanted to be a slut, she wanted to give herself to this man. He had taken the victory and she was the prize. She inched forward, almost falling over herself with even a tiny step. The waiting was too much for Dom, this petite little thing was gonna get everything he had tonight. She wiggled that perfect ass in front of him all night and nearly cost him the fight. Now she was his. He smirked to himself and extended his large hand out to her, grabbing her tenderly by the back of the neck.

She yielded to his firm grasp. It wasn’t like she could resist him if she wanted to, which she did not. He pulled her to his chest and leaned down to kiss her. His huge cock angled upward between them and she felt its heat radiate to her skin. She gasped out loud right before his thick lips engulfed her own. God, he was even a good kisser Beth mused, as she offered her tongue to him. Their mouths dueled for a spell before he started exploring her body with his massive hands. Beth nearly collapsed before him when he brushed over her tits, her nipples were harder than she had ever felt and it felt like electric shocks shooting down to her pussy when he brushed over them with his massive paw.

With one hand he gripped the string between her mounds and yanked the material free. She gave a curt squeal as her tits bounced forth for his viewing pleasure. Beth cooed a moment, the tight top had been constricting her all night and her heavy tits were now pleasantly free. Dom leaned down and took one pink nipple between his lips, manipulating it expertly. Beth inhaled sharply, it felt like she was going to cum for this beast right there and then. He devoured each of her tender breasts in turn, appreciating their perfect softness. Shocks of fiendish pleasure ran down her body to her sex.

She reached her hands up, running her fingers over his tight thighs, then his abs. She was searching for his cock between them. Desperate to grasp its fullness. When she found it her fingers jumped when she felt it as if it could burn her. She brought her hand back to the black cock finally seizing its smooth hardness. Beth’s suspicions were confirmed, she could not even fit her hand around its exquisite thickness. She brought her other hand up and surveyed it with both, there were still inches of cock free of her grasp. Beth stood back a half step, her full tit popped from his sucking lips, both shone with his spittle. She needed to see it.

The young wife watched with rapture as she double-fisted the meaty cock before her.

“It’s so big.” She finally spoke. “I had no idea cocks got so big.” Never looking away from it, her hands twisted up its length admiring the long journey up and down. The angry head pointed right at her face, a glint of precum seeped from his opening, she licked her lips. The heavyweight champ watched her intently, he noted the wedding band and engagement ring on her finger. This hot slut was married, Dom didn’t care. If anything it made him want to give her the ride of her life.

“Suck on it slut.”

There it was again. She was a slut. Beth leaned over and brushed her lips against the broad head. It felt so hot, she opened her mouth wide and let it fill her. She pursed her lips as it slid in, wetting what she could with her spit. The action seemed to trigger something in the young wife. She wanted nothing more than to suck this perfect cock for this perfect man. She looked up at the huge champion with her doe-like blue eyes, pure adoration on her face. Both hands firmly on the base of his cock, she began running her dainty tongue all over his shaft. Spreading her spittle to lubricate his cock so she could work on it.

The room was filled with slurps and sucks as Bethany Beach tried to consume as much of this giant black cock as she could. She slapped the heavy cock on her cheeks, loving the weight and heat that emanated from his prodigious rod. she wanted to nuzzle it, rubbing it about her face as she paid homage with her mouth and tongue. Domonic began to get more and more vocal as she continued.

“Suck it bitch, that’s it use your tongue. Lick it all over baby. You’re a natural-born cock sucker.” His words filled her with pride, she felt like this was what she was put on this earth to do. She worked on her body so it would be in prime condition to service this cock. Her whole body was perspiring from the great effort she put into pleasuring his big cock. More precum continued to ooze from the spongey head and she devoured it lovingly.

Resting his cock on her face again, she peered up at him and she nuzzled the base. His handsome face had such fierce intensity on it, they held one another’s gaze as her hands wandered to his heavy balls. They felt powerful, like the rest of him. Beth hefted them and felt their weight, their contents clearly churning for release. Returning her wanton mouth to his cock, she stuffed as much as possible into her tiny face.

Suddenly, Dom grabbed her by the arms and lifted her straight, she yelped as her sweet mouth popped off his cock head. He deftly spun her around and nudged her over again. Now her pert ass was on display for him. He seemed to appreciate it for a moment, so she devilishly wiggled it back and forth for him like some hot slut in a rap video. She felt him peel the tight material down her sweaty thighs, her slick pussy gripped the material a moment as it pulled away. He barely had them past her knees when he dove his face between her heart-shaped ass cheeks.

His long tongue penetrated her needy fuck hole, then he ran it all over her pink outer lips. The effect was immediate on Bethany. She reached back with one hand and grasped his head, enticing him to continue his assault. The slutty wife let out a deep moan and breathlessly exclaimed.

“Oh fuck.”

She felt weak at the knees, her whole body was writhing in painful pleasure. His talented tongue was manipulating her to a massive orgasm. If it wasn’t for his strong frame, she would have fallen to the floor. But he held her upright as he ate out her delicate pussy. She repeatedly mewed out, grinding her ass back into his face trying to extract her cum. Beth could feel it ballooning up inside her. Dom never backed off and continues to lick, suck and torture her moist pink folds. Wailing out she felt her whole body tense up, he legs quivered, her ass shook violently and she screamed out to the locker room.

“Oh god, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

Beth felt the world turn upside down, she felt like was flying. Something struck her in the face and she opened up her eyes. She was face to face with that perfect cock again. Dom had flipped her over and was 69ing her standing up. She gasped as he returned to his oral assault, she had barely come down from her first orgasm and the pleasure state had already returned.

Domonic grabbed a hand full of her hair and yanked her head up. She gasped as the force, opening her mouth. His cock primed to enter her face again. She knew what he wanted and obliged, settling her face down and engulfing his cockhead. She slurped and sucked away, loving this sexual position only two fit people could achieve. Moaning into his cock with her stuffed mouth she wanted to shout her sluttiness to the world but settled for stuffing as much fat black cock into her throat as she could.

They continued in this position for a while, Beth felt like she was going to cum again. But the champ had better ideas. There was a massage table on the far wall. He flipped her around effortlessly and made out with her as he walked her to the bed. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn’t care. Dropping her sweaty body down on the mattress, she giggled and extended her legs, allowing him to extract her flimsy booty shorts from her legs. Now wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, she looked every part the whorish stripper he was used to fucking. But she was far better in every way. Unobstructed she could now spread her legs wide, her moist pussy looked ripe to the hulking black champion. He flopped his ridiculously hard cock down on her pussy mound, it made a loud wet slap. Dom eyed her body before him, this little bitch was fuckin’ perfect. He thought.

“You got a body built for big cocks baby. Gonna give you what you need.” Beth just lay there, staring in awe at his whole body, everything about him looked sculpted. She was lost in her thoughts and Dom broke her from the spell.

“Put that cock in your married white pussy, slut.” She followed his command instantly. Grabbing the shaft she ran the gigantic head up and down her slit, her crotch rose and fell involuntarily as pleasure shot through her. It looked impossible, she was so tiny, he so massive. But she was built for this. Built for big black cock. He said so, so it was.

“Built for black cock.” She mewed. He grunted in pleasure at the words and began to push his hips forward. The once faithful wife took a sharp breath as the mushroomed head penetrated her tight hole. She watched in rapt awe as her lips yielded to its immense pressure. She counted in her mind, one, two, three inches. Nothing had prepared her for this, it felt like pure pain but pure pleasure at the same time. Five, six. She looked up at her lover, he was too enraptured in their joining. Watching inch after perfect inch split her in twine. Nine, ten, he bottomed out. Beth shouted in pure bliss.

“Fuck me, fuck my pussy, oh God your cock is so fucking perfect.” He did as she desired. Slowly at first, they both watched him extract his large fuck rod, her unfaithful pussy gripped its width, Beth gave out a long hiss as he extracted it. Once all but his flared cock head was free of her opening he forced back in at an agonizing pace. Her hiss turned to a deep groan, throwing her head back she saw stars in her eyes. This was too much, she needed to be taken, to be dominated.

“Give it to me, make me your slut. Fuck me hard please.” Beth looked up at her lover with pure supplication, she was at his utter mercy.

“You want this slut? You want me to turn you out with my big cock?” Beth bit her lip and nodded silently, mewing her affirmation. Domonic let her sit on the edge for a little longer, slowly sawing his cock in and out, the shaft shone with her wetness, a pool of white was gathering at the base where he bottomed out, she was ready to get fucked.

He grabbed her by the hips and drove home sharply, her whole body seemed to move with the force of his thrust. Beth felt a rush of air burst from her chest, taking her breath away. Before she could gasp in more oxygen he did it again, Beth grabbed handfuls of the white sheet covering the massage table. He was fucking her now, that what this was, pure animalistic fucking. His cock was like a piston, driving in and out with unyielding force. It was his turn to sweat now, beads of perspiration gathered on his chest and face, dropping down onto her with heavy splashes. Beth reached up and ran her hands over his wet muscles. Every thrust jutted her body up, bouncing her so it crashed back down into his cock. The effect multiplied the power of his fucking.

The young wife felt her orgasm building, it was even bigger this time. Her whole body leaped off the mattress, Dom grabbed her keep her in position so he could fuck her through her cum. Her butt lifted up and he continued to drive into her. Her head threw back once again, blonde hair cascading all about her face and she yelped out her pleasure. Her tiny feet danced as her cum continued. She slowly deflated back down, still receiving blow after blow of the immense cock embedded in her. His speed never wained.

Beth barely came back to earth, this animal’s unwavering tempo kept her pleasure at its tipping point. Her back still arched, Dom gripped her even tightened to hold her in position. He continued the assault on her pussy, Beth’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, she felt like she stopped breathing. All she knew was this heavy cock driving over and over into her tight folds. Every stroke felt like perfect pleasure and pain. Somehow she tensed even further and another orgasm wrapped her quivering body. Domonic reveled as the slutty wife rode his cock through another orgasm.

Her champion slowed his pace down, allowing her to catch her breath. Her gaze returned to him, she lovingly stroked his face, unable to speak the devotion she felt for him. Taking deep breaths with every agonizing thurst, she floated back down to earth. Beth pulled herself up and kissed him, doing everything she could to show her appreciation.

She felt him lift her again, carrying her over to the bench where she first saw him. He extracted his thick cock, turning her around in the air placing her on her knees atop the bench. She saw herself in the mirror, body dripping with both his and her sweat, her chest and face were flushed pink. Her thighs were quivering from the recent orgasm. Dom pushed her forward so her pert ass suck out and he lined his cock to her pussy entrance again. Beth gave a wry smile to herself as she felt him start to reenter her used hole.

He fucked her relentlessly once again, Beth had her hands up holding onto his head and be fucked up behind her, her tits jutted out in offering and she watched his massive hands massage them in the mirror. The power of his thrusts eventually pushed her into the mirror, her face turned to the side as her tits mashed into the reflection. Beth groaned deeply as he pounded her to another orgasm. She shook violently on the bench, unable to grab anything to control her involuntary spasms.

“I love your cock, I love your cock.” She repeated through the mirror.

He pulled her legs down to the floor, now bent over the bench, the angle allowed him to really give it to her. She was amazed at his stamina, never had she been fucked with such pace and length before. Beth did her best to throw her ass back into her big black lover, he watched as their collision cause her supple behind bounce enticingly. They did not talk much now, this was pure pleasure extraction for them both. Grunts and groans filled the room accompanied by the wet slap of flesh. Beth looked up to the mirror, her brow furrowed in rapt concentration. She saw her champion watching her assaulted body with sheer concentration. He looked up and met her gaze in the reflection.

“I’m gonna cum bitch.” He demanded.

“Please, don’t cum in me, cum on my face, I want you to cum all over me.” She was relieved that she could at least get that out, she did not want to risk him cumming inside her. His cock popped from her battered pussy, it felt like a tsunami of her fluid followed, her wetness flowed down her legs as she turned and knelt eagerly before him. Beth absently massaged her clit and looked up expectantly at her lover.

“Give me your cum.” She begged, opening her mouth wide before his mammoth cock. He grunted as he fisted his long cock rapidly, she grabbed both tits and pushed them up for him, offering them to be pasted with his load. He let out a loud bellow and she saw a heavy rope of cum shoot hard from his flared cock head. It landed square on her face, it felt like hot pudding had been thrown on her. She reeled back a second, eyes closing as he painted her with another heavy load. Then another, and another. It felt endless as scorching hot cum coated her face, neck, tits, and in her mouth. The white-hot cum reached her tongue and she found it sweet to the taste. She wanted more and licked around her lips trying to devour his load. It felt so potent, so manly and it was all for her.