Fighting for Her

[Doodlemansc]

This one is another fiction based off of some local MMA fighters in my area. I've had a few sexual conversations with them to give me the right idea for making a story. I also have it alternating between the male and female lead to build character.

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Ladies:
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Fighting for Her

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“Hola, Puerto Vallarta.”

Dominick looked over the city as the plane descended toward the airport. Bright white buildings with cream colored roofs, a famous church with a long-rusted copper crown, green hills and sandy white beaches. Dominick could already spot crowds of people shuffling along the boardwalk. They laid out on brightly colored towels, flew large kites, and rode jet skis in search of the perfect summer day.

“Finally.” His brother Danny said next to him. He craned a bit forward trying to see out of the window. He couldn’t keep himself from smiling and neither could Dominick. “We are gonna tear this town apart this week. Oh Yeah!” He clasped Dominick’s hand.

Across the aisle, their buddy Jake spoke up, “Weather guide just said this weekend is gonna be fuckin’ sweet. A few small showers in the early morning but clear, warm skies the rest of the time.” Jake always finished a sentence louder and more energetic than he started so that when he spoke ‘time’ he sounded like a stadium announcer welcoming fans to a day in the park. “You know what that means, boys? Do you know what that means?!”

“What does that mean Jake? Tell us right now, what does THAT mean!?” Danny responded, imitating Jake’s obnoxious voice.

“That this weekend will be filled with the three essentials of a good vacation—the three B’s: Beaches. Beer. And Babes.” Jake hand went to his crotch and gripped himself tightly, “Fuckin’ hot as FUCK latina babes!”

“You guys gotta keep your focus first on tonight’s event before thinking to vacation time. Remember, good guys work before they play.” Tim, their organization’s main liaison reminded them from his own first class seat one row ahead of them. “Heck Jake, Dominick might not even leave you with you any teeth to charm any ladies this weekend.”

“My big dick’s the only charm I need, Sir.” Jack shot back with a huge ear-to-ear grin. Dominick laughed loudly at that but also considered seriously what Tim had said. They were here for work, fully sponsored by the WeMMA. WeMMA was looking to break deep into the Mexican market. Seeing an opportunity to increase his own stock value, a wealthy board member decided to propose an exposition event in his hometown of Puerto Vallarta. He used his influence to send mostly San Bernardino fighters, coaches, and auxiliary staff.

This trip was a big deal, a logistics test for the local fledging WeMMA chapter to see if they could successfully run such an event. As for the American fighters, the incentive packages were going to be a bit different here. Instead of knockout bonuses, both fighters received bonuses the longer their fight lasted as long as there were no obvious stalling maneuvers. Understanding the difficult in that, the largest bonus had been made simply at the minute-thirty mark.

Dominick would be going up against his sparring partner Jake while Danny would be his support. Erik, who still slept soundly as the plane touched ground, was Jake’s support. Jake was a solid 205 pounds at 6’1” with wide shoulders and thick arms. Dominick was the much better fighter though and hadn’t lost a single serious practice bout against him. Dominick wasn’t going to stress about this fight.

Still, though, even while he joked and chatted with Jake, he had different scenarios running through his head, different moves and methods he would use to take Jake down. I’m not going to lose this fight. The way Jake kept clenching his fist and flexing his corded biceps, Dominick figured his sparring partner was thinking the same thing regardless of the other amusing topics he brought up. Good. We’ll make a good show of it. And after we’ll party like we’re in Vegas.

The plane finally halted at its terminal. As Dominick got up, he caught sight of a neon pink tank top several rows ahead. Small, delicate hands flipped back long, dark curls and wove them into a bun neatly kept together with a black hair pin. She turned back to her chair to grab a paperback and a large purse. Book on top, she slung her purse over her shoulder and then glanced back toward the fighters.

She stopped for a second and it took Dominick a moment longer to realize that she was staring right at him. She flashed a small, cute smile his way then turned and walked off the plane. Dominick knew who she was, had seen her and chatted with her at every one of his fights as she worked for WeMMA.

Monica. Beautiful, smart Monica. They had known each other for a long time, first in brief hellos whenever he attended his older brother’s fights and then in longer conversations when he began fighting. He always felt like there was some tension whenever they talked, like she wanted to say or do more with him. However, she had a boyfriend and Dominic had stayed respectful of that. Though, he hadn’t seen him in a while and wondered if she was still dating him. If not, this trip could turn out a lot more fun than he had planned.

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[Doodlemansc]

Monica walked briskly off the plane. Her swim workout last night had left her a little sore and it felt good to get some blood flowing again. Towards the end of the walkway she saw a trashcan, the perfect receptacle for the worst part of the flight. She took out the book her sister had given her. The cover featured a pretty blonde in a fancy dress sitting on a mossy rock looking up to a much larger man. His red flannel shirt was unbuttoned to reveal sculpted muscles. Naturally, the woman’s old-fashioned dress was slipping off her shoulders and she had a hand racing up to feel his defined abs.

Stupid. Monica thought. Just like the book’s story was. The old whiny bitch in distress who gets rescued by a big, strong man who later ends up taking her virginity in the most gentlest of ways. Monica laugh out loud to the surprise of other disembarking passengers around her. Whoosh! into the trashcan went the ridiculous fairytale piece of shit that dared called itself a real book.

“You finally got rid of it! Here I was worried that you were going to stay in our room all week reading that romance story and watching telenovelas.” Ava, her colleague and friend, said. “We’re in Puerto Vallarta! We’re on vacation! We’re not here to do nothing and go nowhere, am I right?”

“Right! We’re here to have fun!” Monica responded before they both exclaimed in unison, “Thank you WeMMA!” They laughed together and Ava continued talking about the sightseeing trips they would go on for the next few days. Monica, however, thought back to what Ava had originally said. Nowhere, huh? Interesting word choice, Ava.

Nowhere had been exactly the word Michael had used to dump her six weeks ago. Her eyes narrowed and her heart beat just a bit faster as she recalled the breakup. Nowhere? You see this relationship going nowhere? H..how? Just how I feel. And that’s how it ended, just as abrupt as that. She probably should have realized something was wrong weeks earlier when he started calling ahead to tell her how he would be late to their dates because of work.

Yeah, work he said. Monica had seen his Instagram recently and the pics with certain girls. Sure, work. Those girls didn’t look half as good as her and couldn’t be anywhere near as financially successful as she was with her gig as an executive assistant.

Ava’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. They passed through Customs and on toward the baggage carousels while talking about all the tourists attractions—a famous church, a seahorse monument, street murals, some great restaurants and even sweeter beaches. Monica really liked it all from what she had seen in the travel guide, especially the beaches.

Loud laughter drew their attention to behind them. Several of the fighters were standing close together, chuckling over some joke. Monica recognized them as a group from the High Desert.

“Those boys are really cute, aren’t they?” Ava asked rhetorically. Of course they’re attractive. Their lives revolve around the gym and molding their bodies into hard marble. “Which one do you like best? That guy Jake is really fit. I like his smile a lot too.”

“Yeah he’s really good looking but he’s way too loud for me!” Monica laughed. “I would need a drink to talk to him sober. The tall one, Dominick, is a lot easier to talk to. More reserved. More educated, too.”

“Aren’t we staying in the same hotel as them?” Ava asked, “We’ll find out soon enough who’s better to be around. We should ask them to come out to Nova with us.”

“What’s Nova, again?” Monica was already too inundated with names of sights and restaurants.

“It’s a nightclub! One of the best for tourists according to the travel guides and it’s right across the street from our hotel!” Ava explained happily, “That means no taxis! We can party pretty hard, take some shots with the fighters, and dance on a few tables.”

Monica laughed at the reference, “Are you telling me you’re gonna strip for me again in a club?” Ava was always one to get a little too wild.

A sudden ringing noise stopped their conversation. “Oh it’s time.” Ava said, disarming her phone’s alarm before taking out a discrete round black tin container from her purse. Monica knew what it was for she had a similar one though brown. Inside were a few small pills.

“You don’t take your birth control when you wake up?” Monica asked. This girl is so ridiculous…

“No, you know me. I am not a morning person and would forget even with the alarm. Take two in one day or somethin’ stupid like that.” Ava took one and then drank from her water canister.

“Well if you run out, I can definitely give you some of mine. Not like there’s any sex in my life these days to warrant taking them.”

“Oh honey,” Ava replied, almost pouting, “On this trip, we will find you a reason to be on birth control. Did you see the security guards here? Especially that one over there with the dimples? Mhmm some latin hotties up in this town.”

“There better be some good men at this nightclub tonight. I definitely want to get my vacation started right.”

“Well, we’re gonna be there so no need to look too far.”

Monica knew that voice. Smug, overconfident yet somehow always humorous. Jake. She turned and saw that he wasn’t alone. Towering over her and sporting identical WeMMA shirts, Jake Flores and Dominick Garcia looked down on Monica, similarly devious smirks already spreading across their faces. The sneaky bastards had probably snuck up on them and heard her talking about her sexless life and birth control habits. Monica wasn’t going to be ashamed for being an adult woman with needs.

“No, actually, if you’re going to be there, we might need to go far away to find some quality men.” She said coolly. Jake lips curled in a sneer. Even in a joking manner, handsome Jake wasn’t used to women even hinting that they might not find him attractive.

“Yeah, probably a different nightclub altogether.” Ava said, joining in though Monica already knew Ava was gun-ho for Jake.

“Well, shoot,” Dominick spoke finally, “I guess we’ll have to invite other women to our VIP table at Nova tonight. Dang!” Unlike Jake’s wandering eyes, Dominick kept his focused on Monica’s. They were warm, friendly and calm. Let’s talk sometime. I want to get to know you better. His eyes were saying to Monica, she was sure of it. She hoped hers were saying the same.

“Oh please, your Spanish isn’t even good enough to say ‘hola,’” Ava joked, “let alone flirt!”

Jake immediately responded back in Spanish. Ava didn’t even hesitate to get up in his face, her Spanish sounding much faster and clearer. All of a sudden, Dominick gave a slight push to Jake and pointed, “Dude, our bags.” Monica stepped quickly out of the way so that they could retrieve their luggage. A shout from their group signaled that their van had arrived and was waiting for them.

“We’ll finish this later!” Jake declared, walking away with his luggage. Ava rolled her eyes and gave a deflecting “Uh huh, sure!”

“Right,” Monica began, her eyes locking with Dominick’s again as he planted his luggage wheels on the ground, “Have a good fight tonight boys.”

“See ya,” was his simple response and he too, rolled away.

Out of hearing, Ava stepped closer to Monica, “I really, really like Jake a lot.” No surprise. Two big mouths with huge drinking appetites. The bigger surprise is that they’ve never fucked.

“Good.” Monica replied smiling, “Because I really like Dominick.”

Ava turned suddenly, “Now where the fuck are our bags homie! God damn! First-class, first ready my ass!”

 

[Doodlemansc]

There were really just two things that Dominick liked to hear from the lips of a beautiful woman on vacation: that she was single and that she was on birth control. While walking up to gather his bags, that was exactly what he had overheard Monica confirming. He had been worried that she was still dating her boyfriend. But from what he now completely understood was that not only was she newly single but she was also eager for some loving. I’ll give it to her. But there’s competition in the way he thought as he eyed his sparring partner.

In the travel van, Jake continued to dominate the conversation. Erik, now fully awake, continued to prop him up as though he found Jake to be the most interesting man alive. Just needs his Dos Equis and a beard. Cars, recent parties, something about Mexican architecture, how his native El Salvador was superior, most of it just nonsense to Dominick’s ears.

Through it all, Jake continued to massage and flex his muscles. The conversations pieces, the loud talking, it was a cover for what he was really feeling. He’s nervous. Stopped in traffic, he pointed out a tall, lighter-skinned laborer. He talked about he beat someone up like that when he was in high school.

Dominick gave him an incredulous look and wanted to know the details. Jake stammered for a second before Danny rescued him by pointing out some fine looking ladies at a crosswalk.

“Yo, those two office ladies,” Jake began, eager to change the topic, “Monica and Ava. I’m pretty sure they’re both single and down to fuck. I know I’m hunting for one of them tonight.”

“Ava’s boobs are bigger.” Danny spoke, “I bet she loves it when they’re played with.”

“Oh definitely, but Monica’s ass looked so fucking fine in those yoga pants.” Jake replied, “I’d love to take her to pound town too.”

It was only a few hours until the fight but Dominick wanted to get a few shots fired early. “I don’t think she’s interested in you bro.” Jake turned quickly to his sparring partner.

“Oh, really? Last I checked, I was the better looking of us two.”

“A few punches to your face tonight will change that.” Dominick gave a hard look. Jake swallowed.

“I’d still look better than your goofy ass.” Jake finally said after an almost awkward pause.

“Well, whoever wins the fight,” Danny broke in, “will surely get to talk to both ladies first. That’s how it should be decided, right?”

“Guys, look at the clowns!” Erik said, rescuing the conversation from getting too serious. It was hard not to stop and watch the large, colorful contingent of clowns crossing the street in front of them. They were outfitted with big hair, bells, horns, unicycles, streamers, flapping clothes and many other dazzling accessories. Erik already had his camera out and took a quick series of photos as they passed the clown army.

The conversation shifted harmlessly to talk about the clowns and then back to the city around. They drove by some of the famous sights though Dominick kept half his mind busy on what he needed to do tonight. He was going to win and he figured he’d win easily but he still didn’t want to take any risks. Two full swings from Jake’s beefy arms would cause a lot of damage. Move fast and find a way to trip him up.

To keep in line with what event organizers wanted to see, he’d have to win this fight on the ground and with a choke hold. With the height differences, it should be an uncomfortable situation for both but much more so for Jake whose skills were still in development. One day, though, and probably sooner rather than later, he’d be a real challenge. Be happy Jake. I have no plans to make you too ugly today.

They finally reached their hotel, three tall stories of white wood, tall windows and fluted metal balconies. Well-equipped security guards greeted them in clear English while hotel staff rushed to help them unload. They checked in and were given a note saying that the WeMMA board member had requested that their room be upgraded to one of the luxury suites.

Suite California was indeed a fancy suite. The living room featured two long sofa couches with very wide cushions, two sofa chairs with large ottomans, a low oak table and a 55” flat screen Panasonic with English channels. Soft blankets and extra soft pillows were piled in corner for when the boys needed to roll out the beds from couches. The living room carpet gave way to a full kitchen with marble counters. Insider the fridge, a complementary 24-pack of a local light beer. Light flooded into the room from the open balconies. Taking a look outside, Dominick could see the nightclub Nova across the street and beyond them, smaller buildings and pathways leading to a popular beach.

Back inside, they discovered the bedroom and bathrooms were meant to accommodate multiple people at once. The bed was an ultra-king laid in rich hardwood, much too large for an average person. Jake commented that it was probably something like the promiscuous basketball star Wilt Chamberlain had at the height of his sex life when he’d fuck three or four girls a day. As long as it’s big enough for Monica and me, it’s a good bed.

The bathroom only confirmed that it was indeed a party suite with a huge Jacuzzi tub installed within indigo marble with a gold leaf banner. Even the glass shower had two shower heads and a sleek metal handrail, presumable for someone to hold onto if the water got too hot in there or something.

Tim called them out though and told them to get the necessary stuff together. They had to go to the arena soon. Dominick and Jake were pretty quiet now, both of them no longer able to do anything but think about their afternoon trial. Time to go to work.

 

[Doodlemansc]

“YEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!” The crowd cheered as the fight ended with a technical knockout, both faces red from very powerful exchanges. This fight had featured two of the local fighters, new to MMA and although sloppy in execution, their fans still found them entertaining. After the winner was declared, the two fighters embraced and shared a few words, obviously friends outside of the cage. Monica shook her head at that. Only men could declare a friendship real by beating the shit out of each other.

Ava walked up to next to her and handed her a mixed drink. This is how women celebrate their friendship. They clanked glasses, happy with how smooth the event was running. Good marketing and unbelievably great weather had contributed to the full house. Mixing in rookie fighting pairs and with more experienced WeMMA ones had also been successful. So far, all of the American fighting pairs had lasted long enough to gain the large bonus and many of them had even gotten to the second round before being decided.

“The Mexicans are pretty good.” Monica said, taking a sip of her drink. She thought she had asked Ava to get her a weak drink; maybe she should have been clearer. Some sort of tequila. There was a minor burning sensation as it rolled down her throat. She took another pull just to confirm. It’s good though.

“They’ve probably been fighting their whole lives,” Ava replied, “but never had any real training like ours. Those middleweight fighters are from Corona are next, right?”

“Yeah, should be another good one that’ll get this crowd really loud and pumped.” Monica said, taking another sip of her drink, “What did you get me? It tastes pretty good.”

“I asked the bartender to surprise me and he called it ‘Sensation Pink.’ I like it.”

“Me too.”

It was a few minutes before the fighters entered the cage and Monica found she had already downed a third of her drink. Two really good fighters. They took off their shirts. Two really good looking fighters. She took another sip. The fight started and both came at each other swinging hard. They were skilled and dodged and countered well enough.

Soon, the sweat started falling and Monica found the sheen that came off their rippling muscles beautiful to look at. When one finally threw the other to the ground and straddled him from the rear, Monica felt flush. The two men was grabbing each other, rubbing, pulling and punching. Monica was so close she could hear them groaning. There was something appealing about the way they moved and the way they struggled so that one could be declared dominate. Finally, a turn and hold later, one fighter was announced victorious. He got up flexing his well-defined arms. Quickly though, he returned to his opponent and helped him up onto his feet. Friendssss.

The fights went on and Monica ordered another weak drink. It wasn’t long before she started to feel buzzed and her thoughts kept centering on the attractive molds of the more muscular and heavier men that came to the stage. Ava didn’t even hesitate to discuss certain fighters’ assets and make crude remarks on how some bulges seemed bigger than others.

“Socks.” Monica had joked though she too couldn’t help it. She was getting hot and bothered watching these men sweat, wrestle, and pummel each other. Maybe it was that they were willing to make themselves so vulnerable, that they were willing to sacrifice intense pain for a chance at glory. Or maybe it was her womanly instincts telling her that these strong men, both the victors and the defeated, should be praised and comforted.

Monica ordered a tall glass of lemon water right before Dominick and Jake were announced as the next fighters. Jake came out first. He seemed relaxed and the crowd liked his music, a popular Spanish rap song. His shirt came off, revealing chiseled pecs and a rare 8-pack that was accented nicely by a perfect Adonis belt. Ava gave a loud “Mhmmm!” He turned as instructed by an official. A deep furrow separated his corded back muscles that blended so well into a defined ass. Damn, Jake. If only you didn’t talk so much, I might want to fuck you too. He entered the cage and the announcer called Dominick.

His music blared through the speakers as he jumped onto the stage. The crowd liked it and went wild. His shirt came off for the inspection. Several inches taller and actually weighing much less than most guys in his weight class, Dominick had a much different look than Jake. Still very muscular with a nicely defined abs but more natural too.

His body reminded Monica of all the men she had seen and met traveling to her cousins’ homes in Mexico. It was the same body type of the men who labored in the fields, who built homes under the boiling sun, who played soccer with their friends before returning home to help an uncle fix an old Ford or to play with a little nephew. His body didn’t intimidate her at all. His entire image was comforting and just…natural. Yet as he turned for the official, his muscles contracted and flexed revealing that he was also very strong.

He entered the cage, a serious look on his face. His corner was closest to Monica. They locked eyes only for an instant. Do it! She nodded to him. Long moments passed. The crowd, drunk with adrenaline, cheered madly. They wanted a bigger show from the bigger guys. The room was definitely hot now. Both fighters were already sweating.

Monica felt worms in her stomach. She looked again to Jake. He exhumed confidence and that was disarming. She couldn’t see Dominick’s face but he kept shaking his arms, his shoulder muscles cycling this way and that. The lights dimmed again just for the fight to start and she couldn’t contain herself.

“Let’s go Dominick!” she shouted. DING! The fight started.

Jake moved quickly forward with his arms gearing up for an assault the same way a cobra might rear its diamond head. Dominick moved swiftly, absorbing the hits neatly or dodging them altogether. He responded with his own, his longer reach causing Jake to shuffle back. Back and forth they went. Jake seemed to be getting angry that his hits weren’t connecting right. He straightened up more and lunged forward looking to distract Dominick with a swing at his face.

But Dominick had already ducked and shot forward. His arms wrapped around Jake’s legs and pulled them close to him. Jake tried to sprawl but Dominick kept pushing forward until they hit a fenced side. Down Jake went, swinging but unable to get as much power behind them. Jake seemed clumsy on the ground as he tried to twist and turn to stand up and away from Dominick. Dominick used Jake’s momentum, however, to crank and turn him into a position supremely advantageous for Dominick. It wasn’t long before Dominick had Jake in a chokehold and only seconds later did the ref call it.

One minute, fifty-two seconds was the duration of the fight. Arms up, Dominick saluted the cheering audience before helping Jake back up to his feet. Jake, while certainly out of breath, merely smiled and half-cough, half-laughed when Dominick said something to him. Monica clapped and cheered loudly.

It wasn’t until much later after the press had talked to him that Monica got to see Dominick again. He didn’t notice her until she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, smiled and hugged. She left her hands lingering on his arms while she spoke. She congratulated him, made remarks on his match and then asked him how he planned to celebrate.

“We’re gonna go eat first then we’re going to Nova,” He started, “And I really like for you to be my date tonight.”

She blushed, “Perfect.”

 

[Doodlemansc]

“Here’s another round boys!” Danny passed around a platter of whiskey shots. Dominick and Monica took theirs up. “Here’s to a great night ahead and an even greater week!” It’s already a great night, Dominick thought. I won the fight, got a nice bonus, and am hanging out with my friends and a beautiful woman. Monica winked at him as she returned her empty glass to the platter. Her hand came back to rest low on Dominick’s thigh. Her fingers pressed into him through his dress slacks. A beautiful woman who’s getting hungrier by the minute.

He swung his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. He then reached up to gently cup her chin. So beautiful he thought as he looked into her eyes. He closed his own as he bent forward to place a first kiss on her lips. A soft kiss. Dominick pulled back to see her smiling wide. He mirrored her then accepted as she pulled him by his shirt towards her again. This time, their lips opened to each other and the kiss grew passionate quickly. Her hand inched higher up his thigh, pulling fabric along with it.

His own hand had already landed on the inside of her thigh below her short layered skirt. He stroked and squeezed her tender flesh. She felt warm, hot even. Dominick wondered if she only burned hotter the further his hand got beneath her clothes.

A waitress interrupted them with another bottle of vodka. Shouts for more shots rang out. Danny pulled on his arm to take another one with him. Dominick didn’t want any more of it. He just wanted to be as close to Monica as possible.

“Come on, let’s go dancing.” And with that they were off, leaving behind the others at their VIP table, down the stairs, and through the crowds of dancers. He felt like a boat in a rocky sea as he pushed aside couples.

He held her hand tightly as he led them to area between the stairwell and one of the dancer’s pedestals. There the flow of couples was less hectic. Once in place, Dominick turned and pulled Monica close to him. Her hands went straight to his chest, feeling his hard muscles beneath his shirt. His hands shifted to her shoulders then cupped her chin with his right hand. They looked into each other’s eyes and for a moment it seemed quiet in the room.

“I’m really glad you came on this trip.” Monica said, taking the initiative to Dominick’s pleasure.

“I’m really glad too.” He bent down to kiss her again and her lips opened to take his. They were kissing harder this time with much more lust than before. And it wasn’t just their lips that moved. Monica fingers massaged his pecs, then traced sensually down his abs. They stopped at his waist and then followed along his beltline to hold his hips before climbing up the backside of his obliques. Dominick could feel her nails digging into his back.

Dominick tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss down across her cheek to her neck. However, as he reached right below her earlobe, Monica squealed and her knees almost buckled. Dominick pulled off laughing and she did the same, looking up at him in with embarrassment.

“So you’re a little sensitive there?” Dominick asked.

“Maybe,” she smiled, coming in close to him, “but probably not as sensitive as you are here.” Her hand shot out to jock check him, causing him to step back in surprise. She giggled loudly. “Gotchu, didn’t I?”

He nodded in agreement before pulling her in again. They kissed a few more times with her hands still roaming over his chest though they threatened more often to fall below the belt. Dominick chose to be a bit more aggressive this time around, his hands sliding down her side to cup her ass.

Definitely does her squats. He pressed firmly. No, this is better than a girl who just does squats. Her ass felt like one of those five-star hotel pillows that you just want to squeeze your face into. Squeeze, pull, push, eat, and fuck. She moaned through kisses while he kneaded her ass. Dominick could feel himself getting more excited the more his fingers dove in.

Monica broke off the kiss abruptly to turn around and, as if she read his desires, she pushed her ass right into his crotch. She rotated her hips rhythmically into him, purposely building pressure in him. Dominick responded by grabbing her hips forcefully and pulling backwards. He was going to show her who was in control here.

He kissed her again right below her earlobe. She squealed as expected and bumped her ass harder and quicker into him. He drew back, chuckling while his right hand slapped against her ass and squeezed tightly. Monica’s grip on his arms tightened when he did so.

“Look!” She said suddenly and Dominick followed her line of vision. The couple next to them, maybe just three feet over, were grinding hard up against the wall. No, not grinding. They’re fucking! Her dress was hiked up with one leg straddling him. His shirt was unbuttoned, one hand held her up while other held onto the wall for support. In and out he went steadily. Even with the music, Dominick could hear her moaning whenever her man gave her a hard thrust.

Monica’s grinding brought his attention back to her. Sensing what she wanted, his free hand came down on her breast, full and perky as he pinched slightly then let go before squeezing with his whole hand. His other hand dipped beneath her flowing skirt, then shifted forward to the hotspot between her legs. His fingers met some sort of lace bottom. He started rubbing against her panties with two fingers, alternating between massaging up and down and drumming against her folds.

Not to be outdone, Monica slid a hand behind her back and started patting on Dominick’s crotch. Her fingers explored until she discovered his thick root. Already nearly fully aroused, she began stroking him through his slacks, her small hand only barely encircling him. He pulled her close so that she could really feel him grow against her ass then kissed along her neck. She turned to share another passionate kiss with him, their lips and tongues dancing wildly together.

Simultaneously, his shifted her bottoms to expose her sensitive flesh to his hungry fingers. “Aaahhh.”

Monica gasped as one finger slipped into her up to the first digit. She felt moist and even more so each time his finger pumped in and out of her. His other finger drew circles over her delicate folds.

“This feels good baby.” Monica purred to him through kisses.

“Yeah?” Dominick asked. “What about this?” Deeper went his finger, pivoting this way and that to feel all that was available to him. She’s tight. His other hand descended to help pull the fabric further loose. Both of her hands came forward to clasps onto his wrists. She gripped tightly while he caressed her inner thighs and fingered her now much wetter center. His dick was firmly between her cheeks, pressing and thrusting into her.

Across the way, the man sped up his tempo. Each thrust was harder and faster than the last. The woman’s loose curls were bouncing up and down while he fucked her against the wall. She was groaning hard and shouted “bebe” and “mi amor” repeatedly. Dominick sought to match their intensity and immediately sank another finger into Monica. “OH!” Was all she could muster through moans.

Harder and deeper his fingers went while his other hand continued its erotic assault on her thighs before racing up to caress her stomach and breasts. One of her hands rose up to entangle itself in his hair while the other whipped back to hold onto his thighs while he ground into her.

“ARRGH!” erupted from the exhibitionist couple. One long thrust, then a few slower ones as the man finished deep inside his date. Dominick and Monica both paused their mutual stroking to watch the couple kiss long and slow. It was a deep kiss, beautiful to witness in that it showed they were really into each other. They pulled apart to whisper sweet somethings to each other. The woman’s leg came down and she started to flatten out her dress. It was only at that moment that the man took note of Monica and Dominick, and how entwined the two were.

He shouted at them and Monica responded in rapid Spanish. “What did he say?” Dominick asked.

“He asked, ‘When are we going to start fucking?’” She grinned wide. “And I said to him, ‘In less than five minutes when we get back to your room and we’re naked.”

Boom. There it was and just like that the pair left, pushing aside couples as they ran up the stairs. Dominick gave a farewell salute to his friends at the VIP table though only Erik acknowledged him. All three of the boys were caught up with ladies of their own. They raced out of the club and arrived at Suite California in four minutes. Dominick’s shirt was already off and Monica hands were the only thing holding her dress on.

 

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“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAHH!” What is he doing to me?! “Oh Dominick! Oh baby!”

Dominick laughed at her, his lips and chin moist with her juices while his fingers continued pumping into her furiously. It was havoc to Monica. He really enjoyed pussy, feasting and drinking from her, fingering and tongue fucking her into a frenzied bliss. She arched her back up off the bed when he drove his tongue in again then grazed on her rosy folds. DAAAYUMMMMMM!!

She couldn’t last much longer and that’s what he wanted. “I want to see your face when you cum baby. I want to know how good it feels.” He had said. She was letting him know how good it was. “Right there, baby” she would say or “that’s it” she would usher through ecstatic gasps.

Her legs began to quiver and shake. She was close. Dominick’s mouth came up, really wet this time and he began to really thrust into her. Two fingers, in and out, in and out, rotating and pivoting this way and that.

“AAHHH DOMMMMM!” She could feel it now, a burning sensation igniting deep insider her. She couldn’t hold it back, didn’t even try. “Yeah baby!” Dominick called to her, feeling the imminent eruption. “Cum for me! Come on!” He replaced his fingers with his open mouth and sent his tongue back in just as she exploded.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” She cried as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She couldn’t feel her arms, her legs or anything except Dominick’s urging tongue, lapping up her juices as they flowed into his mouth. All she could do was moan and shake while Dominick licked and kissed and sucked on her lips. She didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally kissed his way up her belly slowly to her lips, pausing to take one of her breasts into his mouth.

Whiskey and cum. That’s what he tasted like. She liked it, savored it, desired more of it, now knowing how it had been made. Her hands roamed through his hair, damp from sweat.

In one swift motion, his arms swept under her and he lifted her up. She squealed while his arms shifted to support her, one behind her back and another across her bum. She wrapped her legs around him to avoid falling back while she tried to figure out exactly what he wanted. He was just looking at her, up from between her breasts. He was breathing hard and giving that devious little smirk, one that said he was about to surprise her.

Monica was aware she was several inches above his waist and that…OOOHHH!! His cock head popped right into her as he dropped her several inches. It was just the head but it was much thicker than his two fingers. It throbbed inside her. He teased her, dropping her another half-inch before lifting her up then back down again. She rotated her hips as best as she could, trying to get more of him inside. She wanted more. Fuck, I want it all.

Suddenly, Dominick started moving them forward, his cockhead still pulsing inside her. At the top of the bed, he grabbed a pillow and put it behind her then pushed her against it. “Grab onto the headboard baby and lift your legs up for a second.” He supported her while her hands reached down to grip the front of the wooden board. Next, he slid his hands down her front and under her legs then back up so that they could grab onto her waist. His fingers were long enough to touch on her backside.

Finally in the position he wanted, he pushed forward and drove several inches deep Monica. “OHHH DOMINICK!!” she moaned. He held them together there, frozen. “Yes?” He asked. “Did I do something you liked?” She gave a half-laugh, half-whimper and nodded. He leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the lips while rolling his hips backwards. Then he drove in again. His cock pressed against her walls and she could feel her insides stretching to accommodate him. Damn. This feels good. “You’re doing great, baby.” He whispered to her.

The headboard rocked back with his next thrust, tapping against the wall. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Mhmmmm!" She moaned again and her body shook. He was touching her so deeply now. Each stroke sent a wave of carnal energy flowing throughout her body. On and on, his hips rolled forward to drive just a bit more of himself farther into her.

“Soon, baby. Soon.” She needed to hear that because she felt sure he was approaching her physical limits. Then suddenly, she felt his coarse skin touching her underside and knew that he was in her to the hilt.

Monica exhaled in relief. Dominick bent down to kiss her, first on her nose then on her lips. He held them together there for a few moments, letting her fully adjust to his size. “Ready?” He asked. “Yes.” She replied. Then the real sex began.

Dominick pulled his cock out several inches then thrust back in and before she could even completely moan, he was nearly all out again. In and out he went, faster and harder, his balls slapping furiously against her ass. The headboard beat hard against the wall. No longer just the tap, tap, tap but more like a BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Oh fuck Dominick! Oh fuck!” Monica struggled to hold onto it as Dominick rocked the entire bedframe into the wall. Feels so good, she thought as something fell and took out the bedside lamp with it. She didn’t dare take her eyes though away from the mountain in front of her though. His strokes were feverish, mad even and he never seemed to be slowing down. Just faster and harder. Monica started to feel dizzy and knew that his pleasurable fury had ignited another explosion with her.

She was melting. She was crumbling. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t hold back anymore and she screamed as her second climax ripped through her. “OOOOHHHHH MY GAWWWWDDDD DOMINIIIIIIIICK!!!” Dominick groaned with her, shouted out to her but she couldn’t understand him. BANG! BANG! BANG! The pounding kept going and she lost her grip on the headboard.

 

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Dominick felt her body erupting in another orgasm. Her pussy clenched and contracted around his cock, sending a burning sensation to his balls. Oh fuck yeah! Her body was shaking violently and he saw her lose her grip on the headboard. He held her while spun her away so that she could land softly on the covers. His hands slid out from under her to reposition themselves by her sides. He shifted forward and used his hips to spread hers out more.

Her legs were still quivering with her orgasm. Her breathing was more like a series of whimpering moans. Her eyes look glazed on unfocused. Dominick rotated his hips forward, driving his cock back into her. Her eyes popped open and she refocused on him, just as Dominick wanted. He didn’t stop moving forward and into her until they were face to face and then he stopped. He planted a light kiss on her lips, then another and another. A few more on her cheeks then back to her lips. Her breathing was still heavy. Her arms rolled up to embrace him.

“You’re doing so good. Just a bit more now.” He whispered to her.

Slowly, Dominick started to roll his hips forward and back, rotating quarter-strokes of his shaft in and out of Monica. He built up the tempo as he rocked forward on his toes. Soon he was pushing in deeper, harder strokes. Monica drove her nails into his shoulders and wrapped her legs tighter around him, trying to hold on while he fucked her toward another orgasm. You can take it baby!

She kept trying to say his name, kept trying to say “oh baby” and “yes” and perhaps other things but Dominick only heard rambling moans as her mind veered off lost in ecstasy. He arched his back away from her so that he could pump in more powerful strokes. Her pussy was still tightening wildly around him as though her second orgasm had never really finished. Her heat was pouring onto him and it wasn’t long before he felt his own manhood begin to detonate.

Dominick’s balls tightened as his orgasm started to rip through him. Days of pent up energy and single nights rolled up furiously through his cock into Monica’s waiting pussy. Guttural groans poured out of him as he blew deep into her. She wrapped her legs tight around him, wanting him to empty himself into her as deep as possible. Five! Six! Seven! Again and again, Dominick kept pumping and shooting into her, overwhelming and overfilling her. Finally, he collapsed on top of Monica, still very much hard and still throbbing within. He kissed her then rolled to his back, pulling Monica on top of him as he did so.

For the longest time, they laid there gasping. Other sounds became apparent. There was laughter, drunken shouts, and someone got pushed into a couch in the living room. Evidently, the boys had returned with their own dates. “Where’s my lube?!?” Jake asked loudly to which Monica and Dominick both laughed. Jake’s flavored lube was still on the nightstand where Dominick had left it after pouring generous amounts over Monica’s sex and his own cock earlier in the evening.

“I hear you two lovebirds!” Jake called from the other room. Not a moment later he burst in, naked, unashamed and red skinned from drinking too much. “Well, fuckin’ take a look here! You guys payin’ for this damage?”

Jake stumbled across the room to pick up a small painting and lamp. “Hmmm?!? You guys get into kinky stuff, huh?” He gave his usual shit-eating grin. “I know you Dom! Oh, I KNOW YOU! You into choking! I know!” He walked back through the door carrying his lube. “Now get up! We’re gonna take some shots!”

Dominick and Monica laughed heartily as he departed. Jake was pure silliness with his fleshy hammer swinging freely between his legs. Then they looked at each other. They saw warmth in each other’s eyes and even more, they saw desire. They moved to kiss each other at the exact same time. A light kiss, but long and wonderful all the same.

“So you really want to go take another shot?” Monica asked, still breathing heavily.

“Sure, why not? Then come back and have some more great sex.”

“Whoa! I’ve never seen you go more than one round!” She giggled at her own joke. It was true after all, since most of his fights ended in the first round.

“Oh yeah?” He asked coolly. “Tonight, I’ll show you how many rounds I can go.”

 

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A much longer time later, Dominick and Monica were caressing each other gently under the warm water of the Jacuzzi tub. They didn’t speak much, didn’t have to and didn’t really have the energy for much of a conversation anyways. They had indeed gone several rounds throughout the luxury suite—the couch, the kitchen counter, the sofa chair and even a bit out on the balcony to the delight of a few late night clubbers on the street below. Monica wasn’t sure how many times she had cum, but it was already a few vacations’ worth.

Around, a bit of the party was still going on. Dominick could see Jake laying on bed, tangled up with Ava. A bit more sober now, they were whispering to each other in Spanish. Every so often, they would kiss and laugh and Ava would run her hands over Jake’s chest, much like Monica kept doing with the soap and water.

Next to them, Erik slept soundly. Always the first one out, that one. From the living room, Dominick could hear moaning and groaning mixed in with whatever soccer game was replaying on the TV. Obviously, Danny had invited Erik’s date to continue the festivities with him and his lady friend. From the intensity of the fucking, it sounded like things were going quite well between the three of them.

Monica’s hands touched a bruise on his arm. With two fingers, she traced its outline slowly once and then again. It was as if she could rub his bruise away with affection, soap and warm water.

“You have so many of these,” she said, “and they’re not even from tonight.”

“I’m a fighter,” Dominick explained. “I’m always going to have a few bumps and bruises. I’m gonna see them every day in the mirror. They’re reminders that winning isn’t easy.”

“And what is it that you want to win?”

“Championship belts, sponsorships, professional fights. That’s what I want to have.”

She paused, “And what about having a good girlfriend by your side.”

Dominick looked at her. Wet hair covered half her face and she had a soapy chin. Still beautiful.

“I’m pretty sure I already found a good girlfriend. I just need her to realize it.”

She didn’t say anything, just smiled softly and nodded. They kissed once lightly on the lips. Her hands dipped beneath the water to rub his stomach. His arm pulled her closer to him. And there they stayed feeling each other quietly until Monica fell asleep against his chest. With silent ease, Dominick carried her to a bed where he tucked them both beneath a silk sheet. And then he too fell asleep, content that when he woke up the next day, it would be beside his girlfriend.

 

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Any comments much appreciated

 

[646791]

Nice writing. Its hot.

 

[Doodlemansc]

Thanks man! Any favorite parts or least favorite parts? I know the story part could use improvement but I'm not a pro writer

 

[deleted28572]

Doodlemansc, Excellent story. You present interesting characters and balance the sex elements within the context of a complete story. This has a solid beginning and should certainly continue.

 

[Doodlemansc]

Thank you for your comment! I have a few stories on here but they're usually one and done. The story behind this one is that I went to a friend's fight and really liked how erotic it seemed. I was talking with my friend about it in addition to telling him about some women who were very interested in him. I asked him if I could write a story with him as inspiration and he said go for it, but direct it towards the women interested in him.

I asked him quite a few sex questions and since there are women who would like to have some sort of relationship with him, I added the relationship and female voice components. That's how it all came together. I don't really have any intentions of going on unless he gives me info.

Thank you again!

 

[646791]

Likes: There is a balance of the fight story, girls wanting to have fun, sex (public and private), and some romantic potential. Good pacing. Its possible to sit back, read it, enjoy and suspend disbelief. Well written.

Dislikes: Its nice seeing a story reach a conclusion. There are a number of thread arcs upon which you could explore/close.

 

[Doodlemansc]

Thank you so much! Yeah, I guess a lot of my erotic stories are short. My non erotic ones are much longer but obviously not for this site. If anyone else wants to write a story based off of ideas that they get while reading mine, I surely invite them to do so.