Saturday, November 14, 2015

IT'S GREAT TO BE A PRIZE WORTH FIGHTING FOR, A Story by Tustin

Sometimes life just sets you up for situations that you never, ever expected.  And when that happens, I am the kind of girl that just likes to go with the moment.  I think you can miss out on so much by over-thinking things and only doing what is expected.  So, this unexpected thing happened to me just a couple of weeks ago. It was nothing I had planned, but I went ahead and did it, and I liked it.  I hope it happens again!!

I have this really great boyfriend, Greg, and we’ve been exclusive for just over a year (as long as you don’t count that one-time messy blowjob I gave a DJ at a club a couple months ago). Greg treats me very well, and we have a fantastic sex life.  I think we are probably pretty usual for a mid-twenties couple that live together.  We do it pretty much every day, and like to mix it up occasionally with a toy and maybe some on-line porn.   When we do, it's always pretty tame couple’s porn.  


Greg and I are both MMA fans, so we went to a Southern California Championship fight at an Indian Reservation a few hours away.  The fight was Saturday, but decided to make a weekend out of it, and stayed at a hotel about 20 minutes from the fight sight.  We got to the hotel pretty late Friday evening, and were both a bit horny, but wanted to get to it fast, so we flipped on the hotel TV and went to the adult menu.  Greg picked out a video and we laid back to watch it.  Well, Greg must not have been paying close attention, as he picked an interracial video, which is something neither of us has ever expressed any interest in.  There were 4 clips in the video, and we watched all four, although we pretty much sucked and fucked during the second clip.  Let’s just say those black guys were swinging some big bats!!!   I was a bit surprised that Greg picked that particular video, as these guys were twice as big as he is.  He certainly got very uncomfortable when I made comments on how big the guys in the video were.

Saturday was pretty uneventful. Just the usual hotel lounging, with the fight scheduled to begin at 7. We showered, dressed and made it over to the fight arena at around 6:30 PM.

The fights were fantastic, and they always get me in a really sexy mood.  The fights got over by about 11, and by the time we got back to our hotel, the only place still open to eat was the bar.  We sat down at the bar and got a couple of drinks and some terribly unhealthy bar food. Just as we were finishing, this guy sat down next to me, and starting aggressively hitting on me.  I would have ended it myself, but Greg jumped in.

“Get lost, shithead,”  Greg snarled.  “She’s taken.”

“Shut the fuck up,”  the guy snarled back.  “I don’t hear her saying no.”

And without waiting for Greg’s response, he turned back to me.  “I’m Tyler,” he said kindly.  “If you’ve not been with a black stud, I’d be honored to be your first.”

“Get the fuck out of here,”  Greg snapped.  “She get’s all she wants from me.”

“Well,  we know that ain’t true,” Tyler said, looking at me.  “Look at the way she’s blushing.  From the looks of things, I’d say she wants to go black.”

I was so surprised by what was going on ... especially in my head and body.  I should have been repulsed by this overly-aggressive guy, seemingly trying to force himself into an obvious situation between a committed couple, but my brain kept flashing back to the last night’s video.  You know, the one with the "big bats" getting swung.  And I had to admit that the warm feeling on my face, as well as the growing tingling feeling in my groin, were unmistakable.  

“I'm gonna beat the crap out of you,” Greg threatened.  “Right here.  Right now.”

“Too late,” Tyler said with a devilish smile.  “I can see it in her eyes.  She’s already fantasizing about my big black cock.”

Tyler persisted, asking " What’s your name baby?  I want to be able to call it out when you make me cum."

Greg desperately looked at me, hoping I would jump in to set Tyler straight.  And part of me wanted to.  But I now had this super-intense tingling going on.  Greg just looked at me with this kinda weird, "sad and shocked" look.  

“Would my kicking his ass put an end to this?” Greg asked me seriously.  “”I don’t want you thinking “black” in bed later with me.”

I barely nodded my head affirmatively.

“Let’s do this, Tyler,” Greg said, glaring at the aggressive black man.  “This should be easy and quick, so we can do it in our suite.”

“Sure,”  Tyler said confidently.  “And the winner gets to fuck the girl.”

“My name is Amy,” I found myself saying.  Tyler smiled and I could feel Greg’s glare on the back of my head.

Greg quickly looked at me, apparently hoping I would protest about being the “prize.”  I did nothing to discourage the men from fighting.

“Yes,” Greg snapped back. “And the loser has to watch.”

“Let’s go,” Tyler said softly as he stood up.  “First, I will pound you into the floor.  Then I’ll pound Amy, your sexy little white girlfriend.”

I felt really bad.  Greg clearly saw that I had smiled at  Tyler's confident pronouncement.  He could tell that I was both amused and intrigued by hearing Tyler threatening him.

Our room was on the ground floor, and a corner room no less. We still needed to control the noise that was to be made, as it was already past midnight.  The men moved the sofa and loveseat to get some room in the middle of the living room, and I readied the bed for the “after-fight celebration.”  I was so horny already, and I just knew it was about to get way more intense.

By the time I had the bed opened up and ready, the guys had already stripped down to just their underwear, and both looked to be ready to go at it. Greg is in pretty good shape, as he works out alot.  But, OMG, Tyler was completely buffed out!  He was at least 3 inches taller than Greg, had at least 4 of his “six pack rows” showing, and his back and thighs rippled with  taut muscles. And then there was the underwear.  I had always assumed that the “size” story of blacks was just a myth, although the clips from a few nights ago were really impressive.  But, it was SOOOOOO apparent that Tyler was packing a whopper.  It pushed the light fabric of his boxers well away from his body, and I could see the head slipping back and forth way down his boxer’s  left leg.  I always thought Greg was pretty well hung, but looking at Greg's package in comparison, even with the benefit of his tight briefs, I could tell he was WAAAAAYYYYY smaller and shorter.  Tyler caught me looking, and pinched around his shaft to show off its thickness.  Damn.  The tingle between my legs turned into an all-out shiver.

To keep the noise down, the boys had a rule where they each had to keep a washcloth gripped in their mouth while fighting. Dropping the washcloth would be the same as a knock out.  Otherwise the fight would go until submission, three knockdowns, or a knock out.

“I want to see what I’m fighting for,”  Tyler said matter-of-factly, looking over at me.  

Without waiting for Greg’s response, I began taking off my clothes.  Off came the shoes, skirt, and stockings, and my silk top.  Both guys just kept staring at me, and I could see movement going on within both mens' underwear. 

I loved the way both Tyler and Greg looked at me.  They were totally consumed with lust, and for a moment, forgetting they were about to fight each other.  I turned around slowly, letting them enjoy my whole body.  I am 5-4, 110 pounds, and in great shape.  My firm 32C’s have cute perky nipples that seem to always be hard, but it’s my butt that gets the most attention.  Of course, I am fully shaved, but at this point, I still had my panties on.

I took off my black lacey bra and held it out straight in front of me.

I softly announced, "When my bra hits the floor, It's time for you boys to fight.”

My body was so aroused.  I was now tingling from head to toe in excitement, and I could feel the wetness dripping out of me.  I shivered with anticipation as I looked at these two beautiful boys.  Both wanting me.  And willing to risk their bodies to have an evening with me.  Fuck, this was great.

I dropped the bra, and the boys took their fighting stance.  I wish I could say that I hoped Greg would win, but I can’t.

Greg got the first punch in, smashing his fist low into Tyler’s stomach.  The SMACK reverberated in the room, and Tyler let out a deep grunt as he bent forward at the waist.  Greg then kneed him in the chin, and with a SNAP, Tyler’s head shot up.  Greg landed another blow to the side of Tyler’s head, which landed with a THUD, and Tyler was already looking to be a little dazed.  Tyler backed away and set himself in a boxer’s stance, hoping to put space between himself and Greg; to give him some time to catch his breath.  

Foolishly, Greg allowed Tyler some space and time.  Within moments, Tyler seemed to be recovered from the initial onslaught.  Tyler then lunged like a cat at Greg, and caught him off guard with an uppercut CRUNCH to the jaw.  Greg’s head snapped back, and Tyler moved in and began to rapid fire gut punches into my boyfriend.  I had never seen anyone's fists move that fast, and the impact of his right fist made a lower and sharper sound than the impact from the left hand.  BOOM, BAM, BOOM, BAM ……like a pro boxer wading hard into a heavy bag.  Greg was trying to double over, but Tyler had Greg’s legs backed against the couch, and Tyler’s shoulders forced Greg to remain mostly upright.  Greg was completely out of air, and now made just the slightest choking sounds in time with the rapid punches.   Tyler stepped back, and let Greg double over at the waist.  Tyler turned and smiled at me, and then returned the favor and kneed Greg in the jaw.  Greg’s head flew back up, and Tyler moved in with even faster and harder punches to his gut.  Greg was defenseless and out of air.  Greg looked pathetically at me, his eyes dead with pain.  I just shrugged my shoulders, and Greg let his washcloth drop to the floor.  

“I’m going to fuck your girl, Amy, now,” Tyler half-snarled, half-laughed, as he stopped punching.  “And you’re gonna watch her enjoy every inch of a real man.”  

Greg fell to his knees, still bent over, and still gasping for air.  Tyler walked over to me, ripping off his boxers as he did, and gave me a deep kiss.  He lifted me into his massive arms, and carried me over to the bed.  He gently tossed me onto the ssoft surface, then pulled the chair from the desk and set it alongside the bed.  

Tyler dragged Greg from the floor and pushed him roughly  into the chair.  Greg was still making puking sounds as Tyler used his belt to secure Greg to the chair, and then used my stockings to bind his hands together.  

I took off my panties, and Tyler put them under Greg's nose for several breaths, and then shoved them under Greg's balls.  

Tyler had me sit on Greg’s lap and then stood in front of me.  With all the activity, I had not really paid much attention to Tyler’s penis.  But I was certainly now going to be!!  I gasped as it hardened for me.  It had a thick deep brown shaft with a shiny purplish-pink-brown head.  It was so much thicker than Greg's, and way longer, too.  There was no way all of this was going in my mouth.  

But that didn’t stop Tyler from trying.  Tyler grabbed the sides of my head, and positioned my lips at his head.  I opened as he lowered me toward him, and I was shocked at how big it felt, but also on how wide my mouth could open.  He moved me back and forth over the head of his penis, and when my lips got around his shaft, I started to gag., Tyler then let me pull off. I grabbed his dick, and held it up as I gently licked and sucked his balls.  

Tyler grabbed me around the waist and picked me up off of Greg’s lap. He laid me flat on my back on the bed and pulled my butt to the edge.  He stood at the edge of the bed, and penetrated me.  He started with deep long strokes, and then slowly made the strokes shorter and faster.  Within 2 minutes I had my first g-spot orgasm.  He went back to slow long strokes, and then to fast, short strokes to get me off.  He repeated this at least 5 times, maybe more.  I was just in a fog. He moved me to the middle of the bed and climbed on top and took me in an aggressive missionary, and then flipped me over and pushed deep in a doggy-style.  All the while I was reaching orgasm every couple of minutes.  Finally, I could tell he was really close, and he rolled me over onto my back, and straddled my face.  He was half fucking my mouth, and half jacking off.  And then he blasted.  Huge strings of cum shot mostly between my lips, and slightly on both my face and hair.  I was tasting and swallowing a large clump of Tyler's sperm.  I was just partially coated with his semen.

Tyler slipped off me,and went back to the living room and came back with Greg’s iphone.  He snuggled up against my face again, letting his still-massive penis rest against my cheek, and took a selfie.  

Tyler messed with Greg’s phone for a minute, then looked up at me with a huge grin.  “I just texted that picture to his entire contact list!” Tyler shuddered as he laughed.  “Everyone knows his girlfriend has gone black.”

“That’s mean,” I said giggling.  “So mean.”  And the whole world knows, I loved it!

** Credit to the beautiful model and her fabulous photographer for these amazing images. The use of these images is purely for illustrative, artistic and educational purposes and in no way is it suggested that anyone associated with these pictures is in any way condoning, or participating in this activity.

3 comments:

  1. For what its worth, this was a really enjoyable story and I would love to see more like it on the blog. There seems to be a variety of interests around here, but the fight thing really does it for me!

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  2. This was actually my story. I was raised by a wealthy mother (father often away on business for months on end). My senior year of high school she told me she would start me out with $3,000 worth of suits and $200 more every week if I this would become my regular form of attire. [Before this, I only had two suits for special occasions since she explained it was a bad monetary decision to spend money on high end clothing that someone will soon outgrow]. I am little taller than average and fairly slim. I always knew that of 500 other males my size my physical strength was in the bottom one percent. This got demonstrated to me two days in a row by two other smaller and younger sophomores. Admittedly, my nose in the air attitude contributed. The first one ended upon top of me after punching me twice in the solar plexes (I was wind milling into him with little effect). The girl I had a major crush on was in the front row. She sat and watched and after he let me up her expression was rather opaque. She and two female friends walked me home. One other girl in the audience (whose face wrinkled every time she saw me" said it was a good fight while he lasted.

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