Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  But Donovan shot me a harsh look.

  “Fuck you,” he ground out. “Fuck me,” he grunted again, pushing his ass down further, forcing his hole to open, mouth opening slightly as the rubber dick slid up his rectum. “Awww fuck.”

  And with that, I could only do as he asked. Scrambling to my feet, I reached behind the big man and pressed start on the machine. With a rumble and a creak, the whole thing began churning loudly, the dildo doing its business in my man’s back hole, stretching him, making him gasp with pleasure, big hands gripping the edges of the machine as his butt got stirred.

  “Unnh,” he grunted. “Unnh, unnh.”

  And the sight was so delicious, so fucking unbelievable yet titillating, that I joined in the show. Ducking my head, I reached for that big dong with a small hand before sucking it into my mouth.

  “Mmph, mmph,” I moaned, loving the taste of pre-cum, letting it slide down my throat like the sweetest nectar. “Ummm.”

  God, it was so wrong, my lover drilled in the ass as I sucked his hard cock. And after a few short minutes, Donovan was done for. With a growl crescendoing into a massive roar, the big man’s knuckles grew white on the ledge as that hard body trembled, and he erupted like a geyser into my throat. Blast after hot blast of sticky semen coated my insides, dripping down my esophagus like the tastiest cocktail.

  “Mmmph!” I shrieked, slurping it all down. “Mmm!”

  Because I’ve never really tasted man milk before. Sure, I’d let Donovan finger my pussy, I’d even let him put it in, but never had I had his cum in my mouth, and oh god, but it was the most delectable drink. Hot, salty and yet sweet, I gulped and gulped, swallowing the bubbly like the horniest slut on earth, desperate for more.

  And my billionaire didn’t let me down. Balls high and tight, he pulsed again and again, pushing his dick in even further, almost choking me, forcing my throat to expand.

  “That’s it,” he panted. “Drink it all little cumslut.”

  And I moaned lustily, lips pursed tight. Because oh god, there was so much and I didn’t want to spill. I didn’t want to let even a drop get away, the semen belonged in my body, either in my pussy, ass or mouth, and nowhere else. So I slurped hungrily, swallowing as fast as I could, but it was no good. Donovan’s a virile male and it spilled out from where my lips pursed around his cock, trailing down my chin and hitting my stomach.

  But I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cum in my puss. It feels so good in my folds, it feels so amazing rubbed all over my clit that I gave up, and leaned back, letting him spurt all over my body.

  “Shit,” the alpha ground out, blue eyes blazing as he creamed all over me. “Fuck this shit.”

  I moaned throatily, watching hungrily as white rivulets ran down my breasts, coating my stomach and pussy with goop. But I wanted to make sure it got into me, so with a sly hand, I reached down between my folds and pushed it into my hole, enjoying the hot slide, accepting man milk in my private parts.

  “Yeah Daddy,” I cooed, shaking my breasts at him as he crouched on top of the machine. “Just like this.”

  And Donovan groaned, eyes squeezed tight as his dick dripped its last drops. Because oh yeah. I loved the feel of his hot cum in my cunt, it didn’t matter if I was a slut. Because I was a whore with the man I adored, I’d give anything to him, I’d let him fuck my butt, fuck my mouth, fuck any part of me he wanted, so long as he took me to heaven. And Donovan would never let me down, he was my Daddy and Daddies take care of their little girls. So with another sigh and coy look, I spread my legs even further so that my hole gaped open and scooped another handful of sperm from my breast before pushing it into my pussy.

  “Mmm,” I cooed. “I love you Daddy, I love this.”

  Donovan’s eyes flared at the words, dark streaks across his cheeks, that chiseled male body still poised on the washing machine as he stared at me. But he didn’t reply. He didn’t say “I love you baby girl” or even “ditto.” The billionaire just drank me up, gaze eating up every inch of my hot curves, my wet, soft folds all for him.

  And I guess that’s what the problem is. Because I would go to the ends of the earth for this man, I would sacrifice my everything, my life, my heart, and my soul. But would Donovan do the same for me? If asked, would he put himself on the line, make himself vulnerable?

  After all, the billionaire had been looking for an anonymous fuck only, and maybe that’s all he wanted, hard stop. Even though he’d brought me to the private play space of the Billionaires Club, maybe there was no future for us, and I was merely his plaything, his cum slut, and nothing else. Could I live with that? Could Rachel Smith, a good girl who’s never done anything scandalous, live with being nothing but the fuck doll of an alpha male? And for how long?

  The thoughts churned in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t think about it right now. Because I’d never felt so good, had such an amazing out of body experience, and all I wanted to do was to go at it again … as soon as possible with the alpha as my lover, my guide, my playmate, my everything.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Donovan

  I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with the girl. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Rachel right now is totally clear. The brunette’s moved into my quarters at the Club and I’m fucking that slutty pussy 24/7 non-stop, every position, every which way, not to mention that tiny ass. Oh yeah, that’s getting drilled too and the girl loves it, moaning and bumping her butt against me on a moment’s notice, showing me her brownie.

  But that’s the thing. It’s never been this good. I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds of women, and the physical has never been this tantalizing, this fucking hot, making me erupt again and again. I swear, I’ve seeded Rachel a hundred times in this past week, spurting like a geyser again and again all over her insides, drenching her in semen, making her drink it, sucking it up with all her orifices.

  So what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell can’t I get her out of my system? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter, one where the girl never sees my face. I’m supposed to bury some fingers into a strange twat, feeling a female pulse around my fist before pulling out and saying sayonara. So what the fuck has happened? Why have my best laid plans gone off the rails?

  And it’s not just the loss of anonymity. It’s the fact that we’re not using protection. That birth control shit has gone down the crapper with a giant flush because of course, Rachel asked me about it again after our session in the playroom with no results.

  “Daddy,” the brunette murmured sweetly, turning to look at me over her shoulder. We’d just finished another hot session and my dick was buried in her pussy from behind, still pulsing as I emptied myself into that steamy vaginal chamber.

  I didn’t reply, instead cupping her tits with my hands, enjoying the mountainous flesh before tweaking a nipple with a satisfying pop.

  “Daddy!” Rachel squealed, jiggling her butt and making me groan. Shit, the female was still so tight even though I’ve been fucking her non-stop and the slight wiggle made my dick jerk, spurting more.

  “Fuck baby girl, you wanna be fucked again?” I groaned, squeezing a big breast so hard that she moaned lustily, tossing her head. “Is that what it is?”

  Rachel panted a little, pussy juicing around my dick. But closing her eyes, she forced herself to be serious.

  “No Daddy, I wanted to ask you a question about …” Her voice trailed off.

  Perfect, I squeezed her other tit this time, the mountainous white flesh literally slipping from my grasp, there was just so much of it. And sure enough, her pussy juiced down below, squeezing my cock reflexively.

  But Rachel stopped for a moment, dipping a hand between her legs so that her fingers came up covered and goop and tantalizingly, pushed those digits into my mouth. I sucked like a mofo, the juices so hot and musky, fucking delicious.

  “Do you like that Daddy?” she cooed. “Because it’s you and me down there, it’s a mix of both of us.”

  I slurped hungrily again
, running my tongue all over her hand, sucking down the love potion.

  “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Fuck, it’s never tasted that good before.”

  The brunette giggled again, pulling her fingers out of my mouth before lightly lapping at them herself. But she turned to me then, brown eyes wide and innocent.

  “But that’s the thing, Daddy,” she whispered. “Your semen is in me, I’ve got your hot juices in my pussy, and you know, I haven’t been taking the Plan B.”

  Immediately my big body tensed.

  “You haven’t been what?” I rumbled deep in my throat. Every siren went off in my head, dick jerking involuntarily. Because on the one hand, fuck, we were so screwed if the brunette wasn’t on birth control. Rachel was eighteen, that nubile body so lush and curvy, that just one pump of my semen into her and she’d be pregnant. So what the fuck, what the fuck? Were we already too late?

  But on the other hand, oh shit, yeah, this is what I wanted. I wanted to seed the teen, I wanted that fertile body to soak up my cum until she was round and bouncy with a baby. My baby, specifically. I wanted that sweet twat to drip with my jism until Rachel was pregnant as fuck, big as a house and just as fuckable. Like I said, I like ‘em big and Rachel could benefit from a good forty or fifty pounds, especially if it was because she was pregnant with my kid.

  But I couldn’t let her know, not now, the female was too young.

  “Baby,” I rumbled, skimming over her nips lightly. “What do you mean, you’re not using the Plan B? I gave it to you days ago.”

  Shit, it seemed like a lifetime now, stopping by her apartment to drop off the birth control but actually praying to see her, dying to gaze into those big brown eyes, to feel that slick, wet cunt once more.

  “What do you mean, you haven’t been using it?” I rumbled again, breath hot on the back of her neck.

  The brunette squirmed deliciously.

  “Well, I looked it up on-line and it’s really scary,” she said in a soft voice, not meeting my eyes. “Plan B works by pumping you full of hormones.”

  “Of course,” I said, my voice sharp. She jolted at my words, and I regretted it immediately. Rachel was so young, so innocent, unused to the rough, ravaging ways of an asshole like me. So I started again, softening my tone. “Sweetheart, that’s what hormonal birth control does. It pumps you full of hormones so that your body thinks you’re pregnant already, and you can’t get pregnant again.”

  “I know,” she said in a small voice. “But Plan B is huge doses of hormones, much more than your average pill. I read that it’s like taking ten times the amount of the regular pill and that’s really scary. I don’t want to do that to my body.”

  She had a point. That’s a shit ton of drugs and I didn’t want my little girl wracked with crazy side effects either. After all, the female is perfect as-is, so who was I to tell her to change her body biochemistry?

  But I had to be real.

  “Sweetheart, this is life. This is for-real, no-shit real life. You’re a fertile teen, and honey, I’m a virile man. If you don’t take birth control you’re gonna get pregnant baby, it’s just a question of when. In fact, you may be preggo already, I’ve cum so many times into that wet cunt.”

  She was silent for a moment.

  “I know,” Rachel whispered in a small voice. “But I don’t mind.”

  My body jerked then in back of her, making her mewl and squeal, dick still buried in that tightness.

  “Baby,” I ground out roughly. “Are you for real? Are you for fucking real?”

  The brunette mewled again, twisting slightly in my arms, those luscious curves spilling all over.

  “I know Daddy,” she admitted in a small voice. “I know we met under weird circumstances, that we weren’t even supposed to know each other’s names. But the thing is,” she took a deep breath. “The thing is I wouldn’t mind if I was pregnant. I’m ready to be a mom, have been for a long time.”

  My arm tightened reflexively around her tiny waist, bicep bulging.

  “Do you know what you’re saying baby girl?” I ground out roughly in her ear. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

  She was silent for a moment before answering.

  “I know,” she said, that small voice resolute. “I’ve been ready to be a mom for so long, I’ve always dreamed of having a baby. And with you, Daddy, it would be even better. I can’t wait,” she said wiggling a bit. “I want it, I swear I do.”

  But I couldn’t let her do this. Rachel has no idea what she’s talking about and I can’t let a lamb walk into a lion’s den with no protection, even if that lion was me.

  “No sweetheart, absolutely not,” I rasped, dick still buried tight despite my words. “Absolutely not, we’re putting you on the pill from now on.” And with that, I grabbed the receiver next to the bed. “Doctor, now,” I ground out.

  At that, Rachel twisted around to look at me, that sweet cunt sliding off my dick. Oh shit, it felt so good to have those slick walls pressing against my cock, fuckshaft stiffening reflexively. But the brunette had words for me.

  “Daddy, please,” she begged, brown eyes filling with tears. “Don’t make me go on it.”

  And I couldn’t resist, she was so beautiful, nude and curvy under me on the bed that when the knock on the door sounded, the doctor ready with drug supply, all he heard was furious moaning again, the sounds of slapping flesh punctuated by female squeals and cries. Needless to say, Rachel never got a prescription.

  So yeah, I’m so fucked. I’m so fucking fucked. This was supposed to be a no-names, no-numbers, no-nothing type of thing. I was supposed to finger some hot twat and then walk away, onto the next girl by the next night. But instead, it’s become the real thing, with a beautiful girl living in my quarters, spending delicious minute after delicious minute with me, eating meals, chatting, playing with me all the while giving me her all.

  I should kick Rachel out. Hell, I should never have even brought the sweet female here, the depravity of the club is too much, she doesn’t need to see what happens here with the males like rampaging lions, the females so fucked every which way. She doesn’t need to see the warren of rooms in our sub-sub-basement, where women are pummeled over and over again, sometimes by one guy, sometimes in a billionaire gangbang.

  Because she’s too good for this. My sweet teen is dirty as hell, yeah, that swollen cunt and tiny asshole begging for it, but still, she’s too young. The female doesn’t deserve what’s happened, and yet I’m the man who did it to her. I’m the asshole who dragged Rachel down into the cesspool, introducing her to my depravities, forcing her to take cock every which way. And the problem is that I know I have to let her go, it’s for her own good. But how the fuck will I survive once my little girl gone?

  CHAPTER NINE

  Donovan

  So yeah, I did it. I kicked out the woman I love, the girl who means the world to me. After two weeks of baring that cunt and ass, letting me drill her every which way, our time was up and I abruptly gave my best girl the boot, even if it was like a stab to the heart.

  Actually, “abrupt” is too nice, and doesn’t even begin to describe our goodbye. Because there was no goodbye. After two weeks of enjoying that soft female flesh, after hours of dazzling conversation and feeling myself fall headlong into the aura of Rachel’s sweetness, I ended it with no warning. One day when she came back from the pool, I was just gone. I literally switched suites at the Club, a bevy of helpers moving all my shit into new quarters within twenty minutes, and the brunette came back to a barren room.

  I can’t even imagine how lost she must have felt, how shocked and deserted. But the fact is I don’t know because I wasn’t there. I was at the Club bar, knocking myself out with shot after shot of whisky, until I was a sloppy mess, sinking into the depths of my chair, reeking of alcohol.

  So yeah, it’s over now. My relationship with a beautiful girl, the heady days of pleasure mixed with a real connection are gone. I booted that hefty rump out, and fuck me, b
ut it’s time to move on. No more sweet whispers in my ear at night, no more surprise blowjobs in the morning, no more smiles meant just for me. It’s all anonymous finger fucks from now on out with random women, my identity hidden once more.

  Should be easy right? After all, I have a lifetime of chasing strange. But the thing is that I can’t get myself to move on. My profile on Discreet Encounters is still there, but fuck, I haven’t touched it in ages. I haven’t even bothered to log in, the laptop cold and still in its case, a lump of metal.

  Because frankly, the thought of something anonymous has no appeal anymore. It’s like telling a man that he’s welcome to a dried biscuit after he’s devoured a feast for the senses. Who the fuck would want that? Who the fuck would survive? All I crave is my sweet girl, my beautiful brunette with the bouncy breasts and always-wet twat. I want to hear Rachel’s musical laugh, to feel those caramel brown eyes on me, alternatively inquisitive, intelligent, and oh-so-hungry. I want Rachel and no one else, but the thing is that I can’t do that to the girl. My sweet teen doesn’t deserve to live like me, Rachel deserves a life filled with happiness and joy, and I’m a fucker who fucks strange pussy. She’s too good for this, so I had to let her go.

  Throwing back another shot, I rumbled deep in my chest, looking around the bar area with bleary eyes. Hell, I’ve been downing liters of whisky every night, my liver’s gonna give out at any instant, there’s so much poison in my soul. But I need it. I need the alcohol to dull my senses, to wipe the image of the brunette from my brain before I pass out for the umpteenth time. So I sank into the club chair once again and raised four fingers at the waitress. That’s right. Four more shots at least, and make those doubles.

  Already, I’d gulped two mouthfuls when a shadow loomed over my chair. Fuck, what the fuck? I wanted to be alone in my misery, to wallow in the pain and think sweet thoughts of my beautiful virgin. What was Rachel doing now? Was she at work at the library? Were guys coming onto her, circling like sharks around that fragrant twat? Hell, if I were a dude I’d offer to put her into circulation, drilling that pink pussy in any dark corner, the reading room, the children’s section, wherever there was. So who was this fucker interrupting my pain?