The ESPY's had only been over for a few minutes when I entered the crowded hotel ballroom where the ESPY post-show party was being held.
I had managed to snag a pair of tickets to this event through a friend in a high place on the Hollywood social ladder, and truth be told, I had been hoping to use them to see if I could "score" with one of the hot athletes at the show.
My best friend Mike, who was also a huge sports fan, had agreed to come with me so that I could use the second ticket, and while we had been scoping out Alex Morgan for a while, we decided to move on and see what (or who) else we could find when we spotted the apple of everyone's mind at the moment, the UFC Women's Bantamweight Champion Ronda Rousey.
The party was mostly filled with the beautiful people of Hollywood, but Ronda seemed to enjoy being by herself at the party, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by us, as despite all of the "beautiful people" at this thing, Ronda seemed to enjoy the company of her fans more than all of the celebrities that were there.
"Excuse me? Miss Rousey? Hi. The name's John, and this is my friend Mike, We're kind of shy, so forgive us for waiting so long to talk to you," I began, tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention as Ronda looked us over, sipping on some tequila as she did so.
"Yeah, but we're big fans, and we were hoping to get your autograph?" Mike chimed in, both of us bracing for the possibility that she would mistake our request as a way of trying to hit on her that would result in a broken arm for both of us.
"I noticed you guys looking at me a little bit earlier, and to be honest, it kind of made me hot that out of all the athletes in this room, you would set your sights on me," she told us, slurring her words a little as she pulled us into a corner of the room and continued the conversation.
"Is there any chance we could maybe get MORE than an autograph then tonight Ronda?" I asked her, sensing how drunk and vulnerable the world's most dangerous woman seemed to be at that point and going in for the kill.
"I don't think either of you could handle me," she whispered in my ear, feeling between my legs and grabbing my dick as she rubbed Mike's arm.
"We'd be willing to try," I teased her, just about to lean in for a kiss when she pulled away and gave me the spare key to her hotel room.
"Not here. But if you come up to the room in a few minutes, I'll be ready for you," she told us, squeezing both of our dicks through our pants as she pulled out her phone and sent a text message to someone on it.
About half an hour later, we arrived at Ronda's room, still not knowing what to expect, so we were quite surprised when she answered the door and let us in.
"Ah. So the two guys who think they can handle me have decided to come back for more," she teased us as she led us into her room, closing the door behind her as she produced two pairs of handcuffs from the closet in the room.
"W-what are those for Ronda?" Mike asked her, wanting to run, but not getting the chance to before Ronda grabbed each of us and judo threw us to the bed, handcuffing each of us to one of the bed posts once she had us where she wanted us.
"You boys clearly want my pussy, and I made a promise to myself that I would fuck one guy tonight for every one of these I won. Since I won two of them that means you're both getting lucky tonight. If you do everything I say," she teased us as she pointed to her awards, clearly getting off on being in charge in the bedroom as much as she got off on being in charge in the octagon.
"Y-yes R-Ronda," I responded to her as she climbed on top of me and pulled my pants down, smirking as she wrapped her hands around my dick.
"I'm gonna blow both of you while you're handcuffed to the bed. And if you cum before I tell you to, this is all you're getting," she playfully warned us as she lowered her mouth around my dick, starting to suck me off better than I had ever been sucked off in my life.
"F-fuck..." I hissed as Ronda worked me over, deep-throating me and playing with my balls as she sucked me off, looking up at me every now and then and winking at me while she did it.
"If you want to put some of your cum inside of me where it's meant to be, later on, I suggest you don't blow your load just yet baby," she whispered to me as she went back to work on my dick, her hands holding it in place as blew me close to orgasm.
