This is a continuation of The Scot's Reaper. Individual stories of sex between himself and numerous women. He is a highly sexed man who's sexploits border on addiction.
I couldn't decide which section to place these stories, but I have settled on Erotic Couplings, though there is a lot of kinky sex involved. Rory loves women with huge breasts, dressed in sexy outfits made from shiny vinyl or latex.
If you enjoy reading hot sex stories with a bit of kink, then please continue to read on. These are not romantic love stories.
If you do enjoy them, I am always grateful for a good vote!
My following story is purely a work of sexual fantasy and is complete fiction. The names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.
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It was now a couple of weeks since my encounter with Amber. Myra had been really angry with me. Not because I'd had sex with the girl. No, because I had allowed her to sleep with me the whole night.
"But we only slept together for about three hours. Pure exhaustion from all the fucking. It was hardly a romantic night together." I pleaded.
"Well she clearly thought it was more than that. She wanted to be your girlfriend didn't she. And why did you remove your ring?"
"It just doesn't seem right. I mean wearing it when I'm fucking other women!"
She finally accepted what I was saying and we eventually watched the video of me and Amber. She was hornier than ever before. She subsequently purchased a catsuit to wear when I fucked her. It was so hot. And at last the Amber affair was well behind us.
Or so I thought!
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I had travelled up to Manchester that week, winning my fights as usual, then celebrating with a very hot milf called Mandy. We had met in the hotel bar. She was so clearly up for it, and within the hour she accompanied me to my room. She was an eager little thing. Literally gagging to be fucked! Unfastening my pants. Releasing my cock then immediately bending down to take me in her mouth. Sucking me off, totally and gorgeously! Fuck it was hot!
She spent most of the night in my room with me where I fucked her three times in total before finally sending her home. She couldn't stay. I didn't want to upset Myra again.
But it was now 8am and I was alone in my room, packing my case ready to leave. Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was Myra. Probably checking up on me, I thought.
"Morning babe. I'm just packing up ready to come home."
"Have you seen The Daily News?" She asked.
""No I haven't had time to look at the smut press this morning." I told her.
"Well you'd better take a look. The article about you is not good. Aye, that little bitch, Amber Smith, has sold her story of your night together, and it isn't pretty!"
"Oh fuck! What has she said?"
"Read it yourself. But take it from me, it's pretty graphic and you're certainly not painted in a good light."
I put the phone down and immediately grabbed hold of my i-pad. There it was. A headliner!
'30 year old Rory McGregor, The Scots Reaper, Literally 'Reaps' 18 year old young woman!'
And then a photo of Amber wearing her vinyl hot pants outfit, and holding up her torn panty hose. Another close up photo showing the numerous blue bite marks I had left all over her large creamy breasts, her nipples discreetly blanked out.
Myra was right, it didn't look good. Not good for me.
I started to read the article. It definitely didn't paint me in a good light.
She implied I had coerced her to go back to the house with me where I got her drunk and took her to my sex room, forcing her to indulge and perform many disgusting and perverted sex acts on me and with me. She said I had literally ripped her clothes from her, whipped her and fucked her. She had apparently gone along with my games, fearing if she didn't, I might force her to anyway!
Totally untrue! What a little bitch, I thought. She had been completely up for it!
And not once had I mentioned my wife of less than six months to her, she complained. I was painted as disgusting to her and to my poor wife. How on earth would she feel now she knew what I had done to this young woman? The reporter questioned.
Why? Why had she done this? Had she really been that angry about me being married?
She had contacted me a couple of times subsequently, but I had ignored her. Perhaps that hadn't been a wise move. But I didn't want to give her any encouragement.
I imagined she'd also got paid a lot of money for her story from the paper.
People were now looking at me on the journey home. Judging me. Guilty without a fair trial! I didn't like it. I hadn't done anything wrong. She had fully consented to everything we did together and my wife knew full well I often screwed other women.
I needed to speak to Max Million, my agent. This story could be very damaging. And worse still, would the police soon be at my door?
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At last I was home and once again, Myra was furious with me. Actually, this time she was completely livid!
"I told you she was trouble. You should never have allowed her to spend the whole night with you. This probably wouldn't have happened if you'd sent her home at a normal hour."
"Hmmm I'm not sure about that. She's obviously crazy. She clearly wanted more from me than I could give.
But you might like to know, she's screwing her stepfather and his older friends too."
"Shit! Well maybe that info could be to our advantage. You need to phone Max back. He called about an hour ago. See what he suggests."
I did as Myra said and it was decided we should instruct lawyers and inform them of the video we had in our possession. Clearly showing she was a very willing participant, Slightly drunk but definitely not incapacitated. Also to inform them of her actions with her stepfather etc.
She was far from the innocent 18 year old they were all trying to paint.
And as for Myra knowing, that needed to be clarified. A slot on a morning tv show was soon arranged which we both appeared on.
Myra was great and so unbelievably supportive.
"Yes of course I know my husband has sex with other women. We have an open marriage which we both agreed to long before we even got married.
Rory is a highly sexed man and has always enjoyed the sexual company of other women. I went into our marriage with my eyes wide open. Accepting his lifestyle. His need for sex. And believe me, that's all it is to him.
He loves me and only me. And what we have together is very special."
"Wow that's really generous of you to accept his infidelity as calmly as that. But doesn't it hurt you that he had sex with this gorgeous, voluptuous 18 year old. Hard core sex. And possibly forced her to let him do things to her that most women would never want done to them."
"But a lot of women do enjoy kinky sex. Sometimes I do too. No it doesn't bother me. She was just a hot fuck." The tv beeped, blanking out her words. "And she is hardly an innocent little teenager herself. Just look at the way she was dressed.
Besides, there's a lot more to her story than you are actually aware of."
"Oh yes? Do tell."
I had been very quiet as Myra spoke, but now I piped up. "We can't say anything. It's now in the hands of our lawyers. But I would just like to say that her accusations are completely untrue - we have hard evidence of that. She was not coerced in any way. She was definitely not forced. She was a willing participant and enjoyed all the sex we had together at all times. Let me tell you, she enjoyed everything I did to her and everything we did together. In fact she literally begged me for more!"
Thankfully the interview went down well. My groupies still loved me. Their group discussions showing they fully supported me and Myra. The girl was such a bitch to tell such lies to the newspaper they all said.
Thankfully the whole issue was finally put to bed by our lawyers. It was difficult to threaten her with the video we had as it was done without her permission. But she was told we had evidence of her willingness for sex and was threatened with her story of her stepfather and his friends. And as a gesture, she was given a payment of £20,000 which she accepted to finally go away.
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It was now a couple of months since the Amber debacle. I was definitely 'off' other women. Keeping myself to myself, and just me and Myra. I'd had a new tattoo emblazoned on my back. 'Myra my only love'. She was the only one as far as I was concerned. She had stood up for me and supported me in public. I loved her deeply. Other women were presently not on the agenda.
That was until I met Bambi London.
Unfortunately an obsession for her soon ensued.
Myra and I had been invited to the end of year awards from the Wrestling Federation in London. It was held in a top hotel. All the best and most well known wrestlers attended with their partners. Always a glittering event, and I knew I was certain to receive a number of awards.
It was there that I first saw Bambi. It was like a lightening strike! I was immediately attracted to her.
She sat on the table opposite us. Her boyfriend, Tim Davies aka 'Tiny Tim' accompanied her. He is anything but tiny!!
Bambi was a stunning blonde with huge glittering doe like blue eyes. And her sumptuous tits were quite simply to die for! Shamefully, that was what I first noticed! I couldn't take my eyes off her in her sexy, shiny, red, soft latex dress that clung tantalisingly to her delicious enormous curves.
Her huge breasts were barely covered. Just two strips of latex ran over them to her waist. Not a dress for the shy retiring type of woman! Most of her creamy rippling flesh fully displayed for everyone to see. The two latex strips attempted to cover her nipples discreetly, but they poked hard through the clinging shiny fabric. Her massive creamy tits eager to work their way out! She must have used tit tape to keep the skimpy dress in place as amazingly it didn't budge from her huge bouncing melons. It looked glued on! I watched intrigued as she moved. Her breasts swayed and bounced enticingly. Begging me to part those two shiny strips to release those huge nipples and suck them deep inside my mouth! I snapped out of my reverie. My name was called!
