*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
My tits were slapping together hard, almost as though they wanted to join in with the adulation of the crowd. Most on their feet, all roaring, some of them actively masturbating as they watched the incredible spectacle below that I was a part of. Drone-mounted cameras whizzed as they circled all around me, projecting to monitors huge and small all over the Pleasure Arena, views from every angle of the incredible contest at work. At this particular moment they were capturing the incredible spectacle of a contest nearing its end.
I could see myself on the big monitors, and I have to say for myself that I looked pretty damned good. Even drenched in sweat my long golden hair was fanning out as I tossed my head around. My jaw-dropping tits were bouncing dangerously, the huge milk-tanks like a pair of huge kasavas on my chest, milk white and pliant with big pink gum-drop nipples, my legs, shapely though not as long as I’d have liked straddled my opponent. They came from a flat tummy, tapering out to my supple hips, thanks to the cameras was even treated to the sight of my own shapely round bubble-butt, loving how the combination of firm muscle and layered fat jiggled and rippled with my every motion.
I, Jasmine Carter, sat on the pelvis of Blaise Jackson, locking my grey-blue eyes to his, sweat spraying off of my body with every bounce of my ass, every clap of my insanely large breasts, with every swing of my head as I fought the orgasms that threatened to carry me away at every deep thrust of the cock burying itself in my ravenous cunt over and over. While sweat was just beginning to bead on my skin, he was drenched in it, rivulets running down the sculptured muscles of his chest and stomach, his eyes probably closed from the sting of salt as much as the effort he was putting into plowing me.
I got low to his face and shouted right into it, “NGH! Fucking hung stud, think you own this pussy? Fucking think again, this pussy owns your fucking cock and all the cum in it! Give it up for me! Cum on, unload those big fucking balls, I fucking want it all!”
He had been a worthy opponent, I almost felt a little guilty for the fact that my clenching pussy was about to vacuum the jizz right out of his balls, to force him to submit to fatigue and my superior fucking. He’d given me three full hours which was almost an hour longer than my previous conquest had been able to muster, and even now to his credit his strong hips were still pumping, trying to meet my thrusts, trying to use his big dick to wear me down, but it was all but over.
When he’d first stepped into the arena, Blaise had been a sight to behold. All swagger and muscles, gorgeous light cocoa skin and a tight afro. Most impressive of all was that thigh-slapping cock that swung limp at seven meaty inches and grew thick and hard at a full ten-and-a-half. Behind Blaise and I there were nine defeated opponents each; he’d finished most of his by getting to a round where he was allowed to employ doggy-style, his speciality. I’d watched footage of his previous fights and every time after the Foreplay round and the Oral round, he’d use his first called position to bend his opponent over and mount them, that was usually it. The man’s timing was impeccable, his huge cock felt twice as big when employed in that deep-drilling configuration, and his balls weren’t the biggest or lowest-hanging I’d ever seen, just mounted perfectly to hit most clits at the apex of their swing, a perfect signature for his incredible fuck-strokes.
I knew how hard that was to resist, I’d been through many rounds, cumming my brains out, screaming as he did all the work on me like that, but I’d managed to prevail and endure every round of clustering orgasms to finally get to turn the tables on him. Now riding him with every bit of power I had left my cunt threatened to break his dick off and keep it as a trophy, my superior kegeling talents milking his cock more forcefully than most handjobs yet soft and hot and wet.
What pushed me over the top was glimpsing over into the next circular mattress-arena where my promised, Lucas Dowd was wowing the crowd even more impressively. He was so hot, muscular with bunched shoulders and glorious discs for biceps. His hair was darker than mine and cut fairly short, making a nice combination with his pretty green eyes. Perhaps his most distinctive mark was the huge woven flame tattoo he had that ran from his left shoulder to his upper back, why he’d want to cover any of that gorgeous muscle with ink I didn’t know, but it was still hot. Best of all, while my genes had given me the largest tits of any Fuck-Fighter (I knew there were bigger-busted women in the world, but none with my sexual athleticism) his had endowed him with a cock beyond all rational conventions. (In his case, I think he might have had the biggest dick of anyone, fuck-fighter or not).
He was ruining a pair of blondes. They worked well together and had made short work of his doubles partner who was passed out on the corner of the bed, drenched in squirted pussy-juice and sweat, his balls shrunken like prunes from the sheer amount of cum the two sirens had drunk from him with their patented sandwich-fucking techniques.
But now it was the the girls who were in trouble, one was weakly tapping out as Lucas fucked her in a folded-up missionary position, her knees on her chest, the juices he’d gotten from her soaked the bed in a puddle, one her pledged was slipping in as she tried to help by tonguing his enormous balls to no avail. My promised had already cum three times, but was showing no signs of stopping, the poor girl had probably broken off hundreds of orgasms each by now and exhaustion robbed them of the ability to call new positions at the round breaks. The ball-sucking blonde tried her best to coax him over the top by screaming filth up at him, “When you’re done with my bitch-whore slut partner, you can fuck me instead, I want you to slamfuck me so hard your cock tickles my tonsils, come on stud! NNNNNGH!”
That meant my promised was in control. As the vanquished woman crawled weakly to the side, spooning the finished male, Lucas turned with a triumphant grin, grabbing the blonde who was still in the fight by the waist. The referee for their match gestured to indicate the blond could call a new position, but she was so exhausted and distracted by the fact that her team-mate had just been fucked into a pile of quivering cunt-nectar missed her ten second window to make her choice. The Referee gestured to Lucas instead who wordlessly selected his position by tilting her back over the bed, swinging his leg over her into a perfect downward drilling fuck-slam. The whole bed shook with his every stroke and the insane size of his enormous dick robbed her of consciousness in just a few dozen strokes. When the Ref came around to make her indicate a willingness to continue she was simply limp.