Chapter 5
Gorgeous Headlock awoke.
She was alone in the ring. Feeling dizzy, her head aching, she clawed her way up the ropes, one by one, until she was on her feet and draped over the top one. Her head was spinning and throbbing. The world seemed strange to her.
"Wait, wait, wait," Stanley said, approaching the ring rapidly and climbing in.
Gorgeous, her vision blurred and unsteady, was disoriented, unsure of exactly where she was. But the figure in the blue business suit represented no menace. He somehow seemed familiar and he acted like he was concerned about her.
"Just take it slow and easy," Stanley told her.
Then Gorgeous remembered.
Brenda. And the fight, which had been the real thing. She had been told to win, but something seemed to have gone wrong.
No wonder, she thought. Some moves on her part had been particularly stupid. There were opportunities and she had blown them. Five thousand dollars, down the drain. All her struggle and strain tonight for nothing.
Brenda was no longer there, and neither was Rouel. Most-likely, she was upstairs in one of the bedrooms, with Rouel giving her a fuck along with his check. The check for five thousand that was supposed to be hers.
Now she was alone except for what's-his-face? Oh, yeah, Stanley, Rouel's private secretary. She no longer rated the attention of Rouel, only one of his gofers.
Stanley was using a thumb on her eyebrows, one then the other. He was looking into her eyes.
"Seems okay," he muttered.
"What's okay?" she asked.
"You've had a slight concussion. Nothing serious, but you'll need a little help getting cleaned up and dressed."
"Yeah?"
"Ah, here's Ivan."
The chauffeur joined them.
"Easy now," Stanley said as he helped her through the ropes and into Ivan's outstretched arms. "Here we go. Careful now. Don't slip."
"I've got you," Ivan told her.
For a moment, the chauffeur's face was in the crack of her bare ass as he took hold of her. It made her giggle. She noted that his nose was cold. When her feet reached the vinyl-covered floor, she stood unsteadily and gazed at him.
"You're big," she said, managing to smile. "You're even bigger than me."
The big blonde's naked body was draped between them as they helped her up the stairs to the second floor, along the hall and into one of the bedrooms.
"I feel pretty woozy," she said.
"It'll pass," Stanley assured her.
They propped her against the wall, taking turns holding her upright as they took their clothes off.
"What's the idea?" she asked.
"We can't let you go into the shower by yourself," Stanley explained. "You might fall and hurt yourself."
"Oh?"
"And we don't want to ruin our clothes by getting them wet," Stanley went on. "Don't worry, pretty lady. One of us will hold you while the other washes you. We won't let anything happen to you."
"Thanks."
She was feeling dizzy and too exhausted to think straight, but when the two men were naked, Gorgeous wasn't so out of it that she couldn't appreciate the chauffeur's hidden talent. The size of his cock was nothing short of phenomenal. It was the biggest dick she'd ever seen. The fact that it was in full erection made it even more awesome.
"Damn, you have one big beautiful cock," she told Ivan. "I suppose I'm not the first woman to tell you that. You've probably scared some women half to death when you showed it to them. I can't believe the whang you have on you."
"I'm glad you like it," Ivan said, grinning at her as he ran the fingers of one hand along the crack of her ass.
"I thought Rouel Blain had a big one," she said.
"But it's nothing compared to this thing. I wish I'd known what you were hiding in your pants during the past year I've been coming here."
Her blurred vision didn't keep her from watching closely as Stanley stepped out of his underwear. He had a long cock too, but it was thinner than Ivan's.
"You've got something there that a woman can appreciate too," she said, giving Stanley a friendly smile. "For a short guy, you're sure long where it counts."
They helped her into the shower and got in with her. They washed her thoroughly as she hung onto the towel bar. It seemed like their hands were all over her, spreading a thick soapy lather from her neck to her ankles, both front and back. Ivan made sure her tits and pussy got plenty of soap, while Stanley was content to make sure her big broad ass was carefully washed.
Gorgeous had never been in a shower with two guys before. She kinda liked it. She might have liked it a whole lot more if her mind hadn't been so foggy and she was more aware of what was taking place. Right now, she was totally dependent on them and she wasn't sure she liked that. She'd always been very independent, the kind of woman who never took shit from any man. Mostly, men were terrified of her. But these two didn't seem to be afraid of her. That was probably because she wasn't quite herself. She was feeling pretty docile, making it easy for them to handle her.
They led her out of the shower stall and dried her off. Then they dried themselves, after which they led her into the bedroom and got her onto the bed on her back.
"Hey, listen, you guys aren't thinking of-" she began weakly. "You wouldn't-"
They didn't bother to answer her. Their attention was on her big melon-size jugs. They weren't about to pass up a chance at something as delicious as those. Suddenly, Ivan had one tit and Stanley the other. They kissed and licked them all over, and sucked ravenously on the big stiffening nipples. They feasted on her tits for a long time. After all, they had all night. Why not party it up? Finally, they kissed and licked their way down to her nest of blonde pussy hair.
They each grabbed a leg and pushed it back up, spreading them apart. They stared intently at her pussy, split and exposed. And there was her exciting asshole, which to Stanley was very inviting. So much so that he put his face down there and licked all over and around her tender pucker. That left her pussy for Ivan and he pressed his face onto it. Gorgeous let out a little cry when she felt him licking it. He ran his tongue up and down the puffy slit and licked it all over, teasing and tormenting her stiffened clit.
Gorgeous didn't know if it was her weakness, her dizziness, her concussion or her sudden vulnerability, but she felt an incredible lassitude, an uncharacteristic willingness to just lie back and enjoy what was taking place. What the hell, she thought. Let these two horny studs have their way with her. She wasn't in any condition right then to argue about it anyway. So lie back and let it happen.
And it was certainly happening. The big blonde felt a warmth flow through her, fore and aft, as her clit came to life and her asshole tingled before the onslaught of those two sneaky devils taking advantage of her. They were thorough, enthusiastic and relentless.
Soon, her aches and pains faded from her consciousness. Sensations of pleasure, faint feelings of delight began to well up from her well-attended cunt and asshole.
Her dizziness seemed to merge with the pleasure, becoming a part of it. She was floating somewhere in a nebulous, undefined world that was soft and luxurious. There were just the three of them, having a good time together. There were no tensions, no anxieties and no power plays.
There was only her body and theirs, sensed by her as presences devoted to her pleasure and having no other purpose that she knew of.
If she was aware of anything, it was Ivan's huge salami as an image fixed in her mind. It seemed to float before her vision, big and isolated. He and Stanley were bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with their tongues.
But her increasing desire was making her hungrier and hungrier for Ivan's heavy equipment. The hotter she got, the more she became fixated on having that solid upright monster inside her.
If she had an urgent need for Ivan's cock, Ivan had no less of a need to mount her and fuck her. Pushing Stanley out of the way, he crawled between her legs and brought the head of his cock to her pussy-hole.
His lips were close to her ear and he whispered, "Mind giving me a hand down there, lovely lady?"
Gorgeous took his huge throbbing erection in one hand, spread her pussy lips with the other, and guided the great knob of his tool into her cuntal opening. Feeling his cock invading her body, she managed to bestir herself sufficiently to raise her hips and then settle down on it.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured, as the long, thick shaft eased its way in inch by inch, filling her vagina, stimulating it to caress the great organ with its warm, smooth, wet walls.
"You like it, Gorgeous?" Ivan gasped when he was in all the way to his balls.
"I like it," Gorgeous purred.
He pulled back slowly, until only the head of his prick was in her. Then he went back in to the balls. As he did that over and over again, Gorgeous began to move her ass in harmony with his movements. After a while, their movements increased in speed until they were fucking like crazy. Gorgeous let out a cry and was swept into orgasm. Ivan's prick bucked and jerked in her cuntal passage and a flow of cream shot up into her.
It didn't even slow them down. They seemed to be of one mind that their first fuck was just for starters, a chance for them to get to know each other better. This second fuck was where it was at. Ivan proved to be a romantic fucker. He covered her face with loving kisses and Gorgeous happily kissed him back.
Hunching over, he sucked on her tits while he pounded his prick into her.
Gorgeous, running her fingers through his hair, gave back as good as she was getting and added a few movements of her own that had Ivan gasping for breath.
Stanley was a patient man, but when nearly an hour went by and Ivan showed no sign of letting up on her, he began to feel he was getting the short end of the deal. Sure, he got a charge out of watching them fuck. It was a real turn-on to see Gorgeous in action when she had a man on top of her. For a while, he was content to have a ringside seat and play with his dick. She was an exciting creature to watch. But he wanted her to perform like that with him in the saddle. And he wanted to mount her before she was all fucked out and too pooped to wriggle her ass any more. How long could she last? If he was going to get his fair share, he'd better do something about it real quick, he told himself.
"Come on, Ivan," he said. "I have as much right to her as you have. Get off and give somebody else a chance at her."
But Ivan couldn't give her up. This would undoubtedly be the only chance he'd ever have to enjoy this lovely creature and he was going to make the most of it. He was going to hang in there for as long and his pecker stayed up. Besides, she wasn't giving him any indication she wanted him to quit. He'd never yet stopped while a lady still wanted him and he wasn't about to start now.
But he had to do something to shut Stanley up. If he got the notion he wasn't going to get any, he might do something stupid. He might think of a way to fuck up the good time he was having with Gorgeous. So Ivan, without pulling his prick out of the lady's cunt, rolled off of her onto his back and pulled her over on top of him.
"Use the other hole," he said. "You love her ass so much, go to it!"
Ivan went right on fucking her. Gorgeous adjusted to this new position without any trouble at all. In fact, she was now better able to move her ass, and she showed him she really knew how to move it. Clamping her mouth onto his in a hot, passionate kiss, she gave him some action he'd never had from a woman before. Watching them, Stanley found it difficult to tell who was fucking whom.
Crawling up behind her, he spread Gorgeous' generous buttocks, exposing her asshole, and he was thrilled by the sight. For a while, he watched Ivan's meat piston as it shafted in and out of Gorgeous' twat. He brought the head of his own prick forward and felt the heat of her rectum against the head of it. He gave a push and the bulbous-shaped head disappeared up her ass, along with two inches of shaft. He pushed deeper, timing it so that it went in as Ivan's cock moved out.
He went deeper up her ass in a series of short lunges, moving forward a little each time Ivan's monster moved back. It wasn't long until his prick was up her ass all the way to his balls. He could feel the movement of Ivan's rampant intruder as it moved in and out of her. Even Gorgeous' large capacity was taxed by it's hugeness.
Now that his prick was buried in her rear end, he found he really did not have to move at all. He could quite happily just hang in there. Ivan and Gorgeous's combined movements did all that was necessary to stimulate his throbbing pecker, filling the length of her anal passage.
It stunned Gorgeous's senses to realize she had two pricks in her at the same time. From the time she'd lost her cherry until now, she'd been fucked under some really freaky circumstances, but this was outrageously far out. Not that she was about to do anything so foolish as to demand that they stop.
As for Ivan, she hoped he could go on like this forever. She felt her strength returning. It was a sexual strength, a sexual energy. As Ivan's prick continued its steady action, she participated more and more actively. She rolled her hips around, reaming her vagina with Ivan's monumental baton while Stanley's long, slender prick up her ass gave her a feeling of erotic fullness.
She relaxed her asshole completely, so that Stanley found he could move quite comfortably in and out. The three of them went at it, bumping and grinding, in the throes of a passion that was not at all restrained.
"They're really having themselves a ball, aren't they?" Rouel chuckled as he and Brenda watched the action on the TV tube.
Brenda, her mind agog with the depths of Rouel's control, sat beside him, both of them naked, taking in the show by way of closed circuit TV.
She had thought at first that they were going to watch something on a regular TV set when Rouel flicked it on. Then she noticed the subtle differences in the knobs. After that, when she saw Ivan and Stanley put Gorgeous down on the bed, she realized there had to be a hidden camera device somewhere in that bedroom.
"Do they know they're being watched?" Brenda asked.
"No," Rouel chuckled. "Not even Ivan and Stanley. "I've watched Ivan fuck the cook a good many times. And Stanley has fucked all the maids in that room."
Rouel would have been surprised at her, at her reaction, or rather, her lack of it, if he had bothered to notice. But he hadn't. Maybe it didn't matter to him what she thought of it. She might have enjoyed the performance too, under different circumstances.
She disapproved of what was taking place, because it seemed to her to be rather unsporting. Ivan and Stanley she could understand. They were men who, for whatever reason, had given up their own lives to become incidental parts of Rouel's. It was only natural they would grab whatever pussy came their way. Men like them were like that.
As for Gorgeous, Brenda knew the lady wrestler was a hot piece of flesh to Rouel.
Brenda wasn't critical of the sex act they were performing. She had experienced that several times, two men and her, a prick in her cunt and another up her ass. But she was in full control of the situation. She had even suggested it.
Now that her sexual desires had been aroused, Gorgeous looked more like her usual aggressive self, determined to get her jollies right along with Ivan and Stanley. It would serve those two clowns right if she fucked the living hell out of both of them, Brenda thought. She hoped Gorgeous would burn them to a cinder, leave them a couple of shattered wrecks.
Rouel was no better, she thought. He didn't give a damn about Gorgeous. He'd say to hell with her. like he would her, if she had lost and Gorgeous had won. If Gorgeous had been the victor, she would be sitting here on the bed, with Rouel sucking on her tits and fingering her cunt. And, Brenda thought, she would be there in the situation Gorgeous was in now, being fucked by those two studs. And Rouel wouldn't care.
Inspired by what he was seeing and feeling, Rouel's pecker was standing straight and stiff. He was feeling his oats. He was in a mood to fuck.
But Brenda, wet from having his tongue all over her and being sweaty from her ordeal in the ring, said, "Why don't you hold that thought," referring to his hard-on, "while I take a quick shower?"
"Good idea," Rouel said agreeably. "Those three will hold my interest until you get back."
She left him sitting there, watching the action on the screen with total absorption.
In the shower stall, she gave herself a thorough wash. It gave her time to think about Rouel and her relationship with him. She was letting him use her and getting a good price for it. But this latest stunt of his had been really dangerous. It could have done her in.
Tonight hadn't been a harmless exhibition or a casual brawl. It had been the real thing. She could easily have lost the match. On the other hand, if fate hadn't intervened, Gorgeous might have really gotten seriously hurt and she could have been in trouble with the law. Would Rouel have stood behind her? Only so far as he was protecting himself. Otherwise, he'd let her take the rap. Rouel was paying her plenty, but it wasn't enough.
Her attraction to brawling could have been fatal, for her or her opponent. All for Rouel's amusement. She decided there was no way she was going to be this stupid again.
To Rouel's way of thinking, she had gained a kind of title, and sportsman that he was, he would expect her to help him get his jollies again.
But she would not. She dare not. What if he came up with some martial arts expert next time? Gorgeous Headlock had been a formidable opponent, because of her size and strength. But she was basically a wrestler, an exhibitionistic actress. She was there as much for her good looks, her charms and her acting ability as for her athletic prowess and strength.
Next time, who knew?
The other thing was that in the rink, sooner or later, she would again do something that would piss Rouel off and he would want to get even with her, to punish her for it.
Never mind the fact that she didn't do it to defy him, that it was merely the exercise of her competitive judgment. Or her unreasoning anger.
She was going to win, which would endear her to Rouel. But she was going to win her way, which would anger him. She knew that no one defied Rouel Blain and got away with it. So there she had a problem, one with no evident solution.
Perhaps she could reason with him. Sure, but she dare not argue with him. He would tolerate no argument, no opposition of any kind, from her or anyone else.
Unless she could convince him she was more than just a skater, more than just an employee, more than just one more broad for him to throw a fuck into whenever he wanted.
Rouel was single. He was built, although perhaps a little on the beefy side. He had a whang on him that could hold any woman's interest, and he had a voracious sexual appetite. They would make a very good-looking couple. It made good sense for her to give it her best shot.
She dried herself carefully, combed her hair and came back into the bedroom. She pulled him back onto the bed and pressed her lips to the head of his upright cock. She sucked it like it was a lollipop. Then she pumped her head up and down on it, feeling its eat, its vibrancy. Rouel's hips began to pump reflexively.
"You lay back and take it easy," she said.
And he did, propping his head on a pillow so he could enjoy the view.
It wasn't long until she blew him. She went right on sucking him until she blew him a second time. She continued sucking, to make sure his dick would remain firm. Satisfied that it would remain tall for the long haul, she straddled him, guided his cock into her spread and waiting cunt as she squatted.
She setUed down on him, leaning forward so that he was able to help himself to her tits as they hung down in his face. His arms came out from behind his head so he could fondle her melons as he sucked them.
Her hips began to rotate as she leaned forward. She moaned happily as his big cock reamed out her cunt. His hand and mouth movements, tentative and mechanical at first, soon became impassioned as the heat within him rose. His face and body became flushed with his mounting sexual excitement.
Brenda wanted to make this a long, slow, meaningful fuck, so she rotated in a steady movement, feeling his prick's hardness moving back and forth inside her. She made eye contact, smiling down at him as they fucked. She concentrated on her technique, using her knees and elbows for leverage. Her broad hips moved up and down with piston action.
Sensing his breathing becoming more labored, she moved her hips round and round, changing pace, speeding up or slowing down, regulating the action, controlling it.
Now she had him.
She had transported him out of his zone of power and into hers. She knew that his cynicism, his power-hungry outlook and schemes, his studied indifference to her as a person-all that had been cast aside, forgotten for the moment.
Now there was only the two of them, man and woman fucking.
Well, not really.
Because she was in charge, a part of her mind controlling the action with a cool, calculating detachment of a laboratory technician.
But that was all right. He would not know, could not know that this was the case. He would think he was her hope and inspiration.
Which in a way, he was, but not the way he thought. She found him sexually adequate, but uninspiring. No, what turned her on was herself, her power, the reaction and arousal she was inspiring in him, not the other way around.
It was the same as the excitement of fighting, the imposition of her strength, her will, on a struggling opponent. And that was exactly the way it was working.
She had him in her power, her pussy's hold on his rampant intruder as firm as any headlock. She understood that her struggle was through her body, but with his mind. Her body was sending him a message, as strong and clear as the one he had sent earlier to her, through the arrangements he had made. She fervently hoped her message would be received and accepted far more positively than had his to her.
On and on she rode his prick, not too fast, not too slow, feeling every change in his level of arousal, every nuance of his body heat, in the urgency with which he was sucking her tits and running his fingers along the crack of her ass.
Then she felt the warmth within herself begin to glow, and she did not welcome it. Not this time. This called for a cool, technical detachment, for putting on an act for his benefit, while retaining absolute control.
Her pussy was drooling freely, lubricating her hot vagina, even as it sucked the vibrant, pulsing cock with its lips and internal muscles.
She peered intensely into Rouel's flushed, sweating face and decided it was not too soon to bring him all the way home.
She let herself become disoriented. Her mind wandered. It filled with images of Jimmie, seeing him spread her legs apart, seeing him licking her cunt. She saw and felt him seal his mouth to her aching snatch. And even as Rouel's thick cock rubbed up and down on her clit, she imagined Jimmie mounting her and shoving his lovely cock up into her. As Brenda's pelvis accelerated, rotating as it moved up and down on Rouel's big slippery pole, in her mind it was Jimmie who was fucking her into a state of ecstasy.
Rouel let out a guttural cry, thrilled by a thousand sensations of pleasure, uniting with Brenda in an exquisite, irresistible feeling of joy beyond measure.
He was coming, his hot jism shooting up into Brenda's eager, grasping cunt, filling her with his hot, thick cream. And Brenda was coming, her vagina and labia convulsing and drooling as they milked Rouel's tumescent prick of the load of his passion.
She did not clutch up but rode him all the way home, her hips bucking and grinding wildly, even as her cunt gripped and pulled, squeezed and sucked his discharging prick.
When his last spurt and her last spasm had passed, she let herself melt down on top of him. He put his arms around her, flattening her melons against his chest.
They lay there embracing for what seemed a long time before, smiling at her, Rouel finally released his hold.