Shaft
Oh shit, she was gorgeous. Lily appeared in the doorway, and a hush fell over the crowd, she was that beautiful.
The tips of her breasts, a faint pinkish-rose, hard and tasty.
The way her boobs swayed as she walked, graceful and lush.
Her hips, wide as a house and yet delectable, topped with a giant rump in back.
And finally, that sweetness, hidden by the tiniest scrap of cloth. By the end of this match I was going to rip that from her and bury myself in tight.
It was gonna be fucking awesome, and I couldn’t wait.
Judging from the crowd, they couldn’t wait either. All around us, billionaire males sat around on plush recliners, lounging and drinking, chatting with one another as Lily was brought into the ring. But I saw how their eyes followed that female form, more than a couple dicks already hard from the visual.
Because she’s gorgeous, and this is what lights our fire. We don’t pummel each other, bloody and bruised like some imaginary Fight Club. That’s fucking dumb. Instead, Battle Bang is a thousand times better. We wrestle juicy, curvy women, and then push our dongs into them in the end, the girls creaming hard as they get it good.
And we make it worthwhile for the females as well. The chickadees get paid well for their service, and quite a few ask to come back for second or even third rounds. The money’s enough to support their lifestyles for a year, so why not? One night of taking dong in front of a group of men, and then you’re set for another three hundred and sixty-five days.
Hell, I’d do it if I were a woman, and lucky enough to get picked for Battle Bang. In fact, I’d volunteer myself every night if possible because the money’s that good.
But Lily doesn’t know that there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow because my girl is innocent and sweet, and money was never going to be her motivation. Instead, the bond we’ve built over these past couple weeks is what’s pulling her to this event. Lily thinks that we’re in love, and that’s what’s motivating her to come.
Love? What’s love? I have no idea what that is.
But frankly, I’m not sure what to think about our interactions anymore either. Because these last few weeks have been amazing. Seeing her twice a day at the gym. Coaching her as we work-out. Talking with her as we push her limits, both in bed and out of it. Tasting those sweet curves while listening to her moan.
So if love means being head over heels obsessed with a female to the point where you can’t imagine yourself with anyone else, then I’d say I’m in love. I don’t know though. I’ve been a bachelor for four decades now, and old habits die hard.
Incredibly though, feelings flood my chest as she teeters into the space. It’s a blue padded mat with a white circle painted in the middle, surrounded by high nets in case body parts go flying.
Fuck yeah, our games can get intense. You need those nets given what’s about to happen.
But the only thing that I can think about as Lily slowly slips off those high heels is how I want her to be happy. I want her to be comfortable and at ease, even during this incredible moment.
She shoots me a nervous look and as always, the world disappears until it’s only the two of us in a mind-meld, looking at each other through a narrow tunnel.
Relax sweetheart, I mouth. Everything’s going to be okay.
Lily smiles immediately, relief flooding her form. Hell yeah, she’s so responsive. But I can’t blame her for being nervous either because who wouldn’t be? There are bright lights all around and a dozen guys or so watching from the corners of their eyes. They’ll be scrutinizing us even more closely in a few moments, watching as I seize handfuls of tit before slowly spreading her thighs apart for the best ride of her life.
But right now, it’s just me and the girl, and I will her to let go of the stress. She smiles sweetly at me, nodding subtly, and suddenly the bell rings.
Ding, ding, ding!
The match is on.
Lily’s eyes grow wide as I dip my hands into a small platter of oil. Hell yeah, we’re doing this slippery and slick, and my first goal is to get her lubed up all over so that those curves gleam under the spotlight.
“Come here,” I say, as the guys draw closer, leaning forwards in their chairs. “Come to Daddy.”
She’s still like a doe, eyes wide, breasts heaving.
“Come here,” I command again, and slowly, we begin to circle each other.
Oh, she’s good. Some girls can’t even move when they’re brought into the ring, they’re so frightened. But Lily’s a natural, and she’s agile on her feet, thinking like a champion. She steps right and then left, her fists slightly raised, hands open like I taught her. Good girl.
Slowly, I circle her, my muscled body already oiled and gleaming from my pre-fight routine. Coconut oil is my favorite but recently, I’ve been using some all-natural stuff that has no scent. Lily’s eyes grow wide, seeing my hands slick and ready, the palms gleaming.
“Shaft,” she pants slightly, big boobs heaving. “Shaft.”
I nod, my eyes gleaming.
“Let’s wrestle sweetheart. Let’s give ‘em something to remember.”
But before I’ve even finished the sentence, she’s feinted left. The brunette ducks towards my right side, head down, trying to grab my calf and bring me down.
Oof! Shit, that was close.
I dance backwards and out of her grasp.
“Sweetheart, you’re aggressive, aren’t you? I didn’t expect that,” is my low murmur.
Meanwhile, behind me, one of my buddies calls out.
“She almost got you there, Shafty! You better be careful!”
Fuck you, Roman. You’re no better when you’re in the ring. But growling, I lower my head, eyes determined. Without any hesitation, I lunge forwards, seizing Lily around that narrow waist in an effort to pin her to the mat.
But it doesn’t work. My hands are so slippery from goop that she squirms right out of my grasp, oily handprints leaving slick tracks on her waist. Oh shit, her skin looks beautiful like that and I desperately want to get all of her lubed up and ready. But instead, my little girl has taken “Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee” literally because she’s light on her feet, staring at my core as I advance once more.
“Slowly sweetheart,” is my soothing murmur. “We’ll go about this the right way.”
But instead, she grabs my arm in a swift movement and twists it behind my torso until it’s pulled back and immobile. What the fuck? How can this tiny girl be showing me who’s boss in the ring?
A guy in the front row caws happily.
“Yo yo yo, you’re getting’ your ass beat Shaft!”
Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. And using pure muscle, I lean forwards, my arm still in Lily’s grasp. She’s literally lifted off her feet from the effort and with a sudden whump! I slam her to the mat in front of me, the girl landing on her back with a surprised gasp.
But before she can scramble to her feet, I’m on her once more, my hands all over those soft limbs.
“Fuck it,” I say hoarsely. “I’m getting you oiled up.”
Because that’s the first rule of Battle Bang. Obviously, the guys are about a hundred pounds more than our opponents. So to prolong the match, the first step is to oil up the females in the ring, and I’m doing that right now.
This time, I’m able to get big handfuls of boobie, trailing my fingers over her nipples so that they gleam, the sides of her girls getting slick and oily. Perfect. She’s struggling beneath me, gasping slightly as her feet kick.
“No kicking,” I say roughly. “Hold still.”
But does she listen? Hell no. This is a wrestling match and Lily’s not gonna go down easy. So she kicks again, one small foot landing on my shin and it fucking hurts. A shaft of pain lances up my leg and I let go involuntarily with an agonized roar.
That’s all she needs. The brunette manages to scramble away and get to her feet once more, breasts heaving. At least they’re good and oiled now. But I’m a tough motherfucker and I’m not giving up.
Without any hesitation, I charge at her from below. I don’t even bother to stand this time. Instead, one moment I’m cradling my shin and then the next, I’m lunging at her from across the mat. My arms circle her legs and she lands on her rump this time with a breathless oof!
“That’s it,” I growl, this time running my hands up and down those shapely calves and thighs. “Hold still as I get you oiled up.”
Lily’s eyes open wide as her thighs part imperceptibly. But then she gets a hold of her wits again and starts trying to roll away from me.
“Careful sweetie,” I grunt. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She struggles even harder now as my hands run up and down those shapely legs toned from hours in the gym.
“Let me go,” she gasps.
“Naw sweetheart. This isn’t how the game works. I get you oiled up, we wrestle, and then there’s the climax. Remember?” I pant. “Just like we talked about.”
I’m practically on the lower half of her body now, her legs pinned beneath my torso. And with swift, smooth strokes, I make sure to get the oil all over her thighs, moving up over those hips to caress her narrow waist.
“Perfect, sweetheart,” I say through clenched teeth. “I’ve got you in the perfect position for this.”
And with one swift movement, I’ve ripped that g-string right off. It didn’t take much, to be honest. That thing couldn’t have been more than a piece of fabric on floss because it snapped in my hand with no resistance, giving up my best girl.
And shit, but Lily’s beautiful underneath. Those fat pink lips are engorged, with the sweet aroma of female arousal rising from her cunt.
“Oh yeah, you want it, don’t you? You’re dying to be a part of Battle Bang.”
Her mouth opens in protest but then snaps shut because suddenly, one of the guys calls from the audience.
“Don’t forget to lube her up where it counts! It’s one of the best parts.”
Don’t worry motherfucker, I wasn’t going to forget. Because it’s not just one of your favorite parts, but one of mine as well. So my hands slide down from her waist, slippery and agile. And within moments, they’re stroking over her pussy, giving it the rub.
“Oh!” she gasps, looking at me with wild eyes while still pinned to the mat. “Oh god!”
“Oh god is right,” comes my rasp. “But sweetheart, it gets even better.” I move her thighs apart slightly, still keeping them pinned beneath my body weight. And slowly, my hands slide over her pussy once more, this time stopping to circle her clit a few times. The niggle gets her good and aroused, and this time the brunette bucks her hips while squealing.
But to no avail. I’m massive and literally double Lily’s weight. So she’s pinned in place as I get that pussy lubed. The folds are soft and plush, her female nectar running so hard that frankly, she doesn’t need the extra oil. But hey, these are the rules of Battle Bang, and who am I to question them?
I rub my hands in circles around her pussy, working that clit good before moving down to her hole and tapping it lightly.
“You ready little girl?” is my harsh rasp. “You ready to feel me down here?”
But I’ve spoken too soon because Lily summons her innermost reserve of strength and wrenches her legs out from beneath me. Hell, it’s incredible but I guess it has to do with the oil because she’s slippery as a fish. Scrambling away from my prone form, she manages to stand once again, big boobs heaving.
Shit, she’s a beautiful sight. Brown curls wild and curves rosy. Her chest moves up and down with large, desperate pants even as sweet goop oozes from her slit. The girl’s nude now, flushed and beautiful, and she wants it bad.
But she also wants to fight. So while I’m down, the female lunges at me and this time, it’s Lily who takes me by surprise. In one fell swoop, the girl manages to wrench the loincloth from my hips and suddenly, we’re both naked in the ring. Two oiled, horny as hell opponents, my dick jutting out a ninety degrees, aroused and fucking ready to rumble.
She gasps when she catches sight of Mr. Stiffie. Come on, girlie. You’ve seen him multiple times now and even had him in your mouth. But there’s something about my dong that commands respect, and every time it’s revealed, Lily always loses it a little bit. I can’t help but bask for a moment in the glory of my fuckpole.
Big mistake. Lily lunges again and takes me by surprise because instead of going with a standard wrestling move, she grabs my cock in one hand, squeezing while pulling hard. And I’m brought to the mat this time, landing on my ass in a clumsy tangle of limbs.
“Fuck!” is my roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
But Lily’s fast and she’s moved with the harsh tug. She lands in my lap, that big butt jouncing here and there, and pushes me down with a determined look in those eyes.
Holy shit, is this really happening? Battle Bang is all about pinning the girl down and then sliding your cock in good. But right now, Lily’s got the upperhand and sensing her advantage, she goes for it. While I’m still immobile and flat on my back, the curvy girl lifts her hips and forces herself down on my massive shaft.
FUCK!
Stars explode around my eyes and I literally can’t see for a moment because the sensation’s incredible. Did this little virgin just break her hymen on my pole of her own accord? But it’s true. The feel of tight wet pussy on my cock is no joke, and she squeezes me like a natural.
“Oh shit!” is her wail as she throws her head back, eyes closed. “Oh god, yes!”
Yeah, that’s how my horny little girl wants it. Lily just did the deed herself, throwing herself down on what the female needs so bad. And right now, she’s immobile, pussy pulsing around my hardness as she lets her cunt adjust.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, holding still as her tiny hole gets stretched so hard. “This is what you get from Battle Bang.”
She’s still stuck on me, unable to move, but I want to use this moment to the max before we’re literally stuck for good. So I circle her waist with my hands, looking deep into those big brown eyes.
“You okay sweetheart? I want you to move while you still can.”
Of course, Lily can’t really hear me, and even if she could, she can’t possibly understand because she doesn’t know of my natural ability. Sure, she’s had my cock in her hands and mouth before, but she’s never been locked on me in a clinch. So as she nods, eyes dazed, I raise her on my pole, lifting that pink pussy high before letting her slide down again.
“Ohhhhh shit!” she cries out, head tilting back again as waves of pleasure shoot through her form. Those big breasts bobble and I enjoy the sight from down below.
“That’s right,” comes my low growl. “Hell yeah.”
And slowly, I help her lift herself again before she slides down the firepole once more, that pussy fucked so good.
“Yeah!” come the cries from the billionaires in the crowd. “Hell yeah! Give it to her good!”
And I do. Soon Lily and I are engaged in the dance of lovers, her sweet twat enveloping my cock as she slides up and down in ecstasy. Her hands are braced on my pelvis, eyes wide and dazed as that fuckpole gives it to her good for the first time.
But I’m too aroused. This brunette is the woman of my dreams and after two minutes of delicious slip and slide, my cock is already enlarging to incredible proportions. It gets harder for her to pull up and push down, each movement slower as we struggle to pull ourselves apart.
Her eyes fly open, the caramel wide and dazed.
“What’s going on Shaft?” she pants breathily. “Ooooh!”
Shit, that pussy just caressed one of the veins in my cock, making my pole twitch.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I grunt. “It’s all good. But hold on sweetheart because it’s about to go … AHHHH!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It happened. This hasn’t occurred in at least twenty years, not since I was a fifteen year-old gangly teen banging girls in the back of my parents’ car. But without any warning, climax hits and I begin ejaculating in the girl. I can’t help it. She’s that good, hot, and tight. The spray starts and it’s like a firehose going out of control. Man jism coats her insides, the goop going everywhere.
Simultaneously, Lily dissolves into a mass of tremors, throwing her head back and moaning as she rocks back and forth on my shaft. Obviously, I’m so fucking big now that she can’t pull up or down anymore but she rides me forwards and backwards, letting her hips roll back and forth.
“Oh Shaft!” is her delighted shriek. “Yes!”
Her pussy feels so good, clamping and clenching on my rod.
“Oh yes!” she screams again, throwing her head back as those boobies bobble. “Yes, yes, yes!”
And finally, the fireworks subside. We descend from Heaven, clasping each other as our bodies drip sweat from the incredible workout. The spectators begin to clap, hooting and hollering their appreciation.
“Shit, this is what I joined the Billionaires Club for,” grunts one dude. “Way to go, big guy!”
“Man, that was a show for the ages,” agrees another low voice. “Totally worth my money.”
But the show’s not over yet. Because when Lily tries to get off me, she can’t. She’s stuck, my cock buried in her twat good. Those caramel eyes widen then as she stares at me, her hips jerking futilely.
“Shaft?” she pants. “Wait, what’s happening? Why can’t I get off?”
“Just give it a moment,” is my low growl, slowly stroking one of her thighs. “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s just something that happens to me. My dick gets so huge and doesn’t subside, the better with which to seed you with sperm.”
She can’t speak for a moment.
“What?” is her incredible gasp.
I nod from below.
“That’s right honey. I’m one of a kind. My cock grows to titanic proportions and it’s hard to remove it from your cunt right after. Give me ten minutes and we’ll be able to unlock then.”
“Oh my god,” she pants, eyes disbelieving. “This has happened before?”
I grin at her.
“It happens every time, sweet thing, but you’re better than any I’ve ever had. So it might be twenty minutes before we’re unlocked. Besides, what’s the problem? Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to use protection?” I smirk. “So this should be right up your alley.”
But I can’t expect a recent virgin to understand. So her cheeks go bright red as her hands lift to hide her breasts.
“We’re just going to be here, in the middle of the ring, as your friends leave?” she asks, eyes darting around the small room. And sure enough, the other billionaires are putting out their cigars and getting up.
“They know my physical proportions,” is my low rumble. “Don’t worry about them.”
But she flushes even more, if that’s possible.
“Oh my god,” is all Lily can say, cheeks scarlet. “Oh my god.”
“Don’t worry, you look beautiful,” I say slyly. “Besides, you’ll be getting a huge payout from this session, trust me,” I add. “These guys tip well, and you’ve more than delivered.”
Her mouth falls open then.
“I’m getting paid?” she gasps.
“Sure thing,” is my assured nod. “We wouldn’t expect you to do this for free.”
And that does it. Lily starts trying to pull herself off me then, but it’s futile. Her tight pussy is impaled on my shaft, and the donkey dong’s not ready to let go yet. So I shush her while she struggles, small pants of exertion escaping those lungs.
“Don’t even fight it,” I soothe. “It’ll go down once it’s good and ready. You can’t fight it.”
And after a few more seconds of struggling, Lily gives in. We’re stuck together and she sits on top of me, thighs spread and pussy impaled. To my delight, a bit of white seeps out from between our bodies, the evidence of my spunk mixed with her cream.
“It’s perfect,” I assure her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
She shakes her head slowly, eyes never leaving mine.
“I hope so, Shaft. I hope so.”
But I’m not worried at all because this brunette is a million times better than what I deserve. Even though she was an innocent virgin, she impaled herself on my dick in front of a group of alpha males. Not only that, but the girl loved every second of it, moaning and creaming the entire time. So of course, my dong’s stuck in her now. This was dirty beyond my wildest dreams … and once we get unstuck, I’ll show Lily just how much I care for her.