It all started innocently enough; but now things need to change and I just don't know how to make it happen. We met in the ring while I was introducing him. As usual, I was strutting my tanned, fit, oil slicked curves in the ring, for thousands of lustful eyes. What a diva eh! But hey, I love it.
The day we met, was especially rowdy. The crowd were cheering and ranting like wild, caged animals. Fierce animal carnal instincts were present everywhere. The atmosphere was dangerous. Comments like, "Destroy him!" and "Smash his face!" echoed the sentiment around me.
Why am I here and why would I choose such a profession you ask? Well first of all the money is amazing and secondly, having hundreds of rich men wanting me as I walk across the stage is such a thrill. I perfected the walk so my curves sway seductively, and cheers echo on every sway of my hips. It's a heady feeling, much like what musicians feel in front of their audiences.
My bikini hugs my seductive curves in a way that make grown men drewl. Their cheers are like hundreds of warm fingers caressing my near naked body. I suppose I have a bit of a narcissistic personality, but I thrive on it. A man lusting me feeds my desires. Often when I go home at night I picture the faces of the men that I have made eye contact with, along with their gestures towards me. I bring myself to dynamic orgasms in the mirror in the mirror, visualizing their faces and bodies, perched over me, underneath me, and in every delightful position possible.
So there I was, introducing the star, and along with everyone else, waiting for his arrival. His name is the "Masked Penetrator", aka Trevor. This would be the first time he would wrestle without his mask on.
I'd never met him before so I wasn't prepared for his magnetic energy. Shedding the mask was a big deal, and well televised. I couldn't help but feel the excitement as I felt the surge of raw power, ring side. I stood in the ring flicking my hips to the music, waiting like everyone else, knowing that my ass cleavage was the most interesting view for the wait. I was in plain view of every male and female in the arena.
I moved my cheeks back and forth to the beat of the intro music, eliciting numerous cheers. Little did I know that while I was swaying my sexy ass the Penetrator was watching me in the monitor and had silently made a vow to himself, there and then, that he was going to own me. When he entered on stage he gave me a steely look of smoldering passion. I just about came looking at him. He was gorgeous. I felt weak and incredibly horny.
He sat in the stool at the side of the ring and prepared.
"What's your name darling," he asked as his manager stood at his side and talked to him earnestly.
Trevor's mind should have been on the match but he was clearly focusing all his energy on me.
"Jewel," dripped out of my mouth in a sexy, sultry, voice.
I instantly wanted this man in the most exciting ways possible. There was something so raw and magnetic about his appeal that I knew I needed him inside me, everywhere, anyhow, and every way possible. His muscles were well oiled and his face was set in a firm commanding expression accenting his firm jaw. I wanted to see that expression on his face as I squirmed underneath him.
"I want you," he mouthed to me before he settled into his role.
Hearing those words from this sexy, handsome man made me feel weak in the knees and knew I wanted this man more than I had ever wanted a man before in my life.
"Be at my dressing room after the match," he commanded presently me again with a steely look of determination.
I looked at him in stunned silence. My clit started jumping and my breath became slow and needy. I got the feeling that from my expression he knew I would be there.
During the match I watched his shear strength and power rule the ring. As I watched him all I could think of was him kissing me, fucking me, pulling my hair back and penetrating me.
Before long he had cleaned house and I was waiting outside his dressing room. My whole body was tingling. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I twirled my long black hair in my fingers and looked down at my cleavage. I had already checked my makeup and applied an exotic layer of eye liner that accented my sultry appeal.
The door opened suddenly and array of men and women left.
"Come in little darling," he offered while holding the door open.
I slipped through the opening and sat in one of the chairs. It was just the two of us.
"Can I get you anything Jewel?" dripped from his mouth with a seductive charm.
He was still wearing his wrestling shorts and his package was huge. I'd had my eyes on his size the entire time I was watching the match. Through my lust I struggled with my words.
"I'm okay thank you," I managed.
He grabbed a bottle of water and squirted some into his mouth. Then he stood over top of me, unfastened the lid, and using his thumb created a stream of liquid that dripped all over my body.
I felt the wetness soothe my burning lust for him, or did it just accent it. I looked down at my tight hard nipples and started to speak, but he was lifting me up and planting his mouth firmly on mine. Our bodies pressed together and we started to grind. It was a slow steady circular grind. His hands were in my hair and his mouth and tongue took control of mine.
I felt his lips and his wet mouth as he slid my bikini top aside. He devoured each tit like it was his last meal, leaving me lost in passion. Then he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed me against the hard surface of the wall in a passionate surge of strength and power. My entire body tingled. He took his hard cock in his hand and felt my wet pussy. Trevor knew I was ready for him. He circled my clit with his strong fingers bringing me to the brink of a powerful orgasm, and then he fully engorged my moist pussy with his big, hard, powerful cock.
A stream of steady fireworks went off in my mind and soon in my pussy as he penetrated me with forceful, orgasm provoking thrusts. Moans of pleasure and a steady thud echoed all over the room as my backside connected with the cold hard surface of the wall, repeatedly. I started to orgasm when he placed his mouth on my tits. As I screamed my pleasure, he grazed and bit and adored them. He was an animal and I couldn't have said no if I had wanted to. I was hopelessly in lust.
We started dating and found our personalities meshed. I was always quite shy and a people pleaser with wild sexual desires and he was strong and demanding with a broad sexual field of desire. We took to our roles naturally. Trevor pushed my limits sexually. He was always full of new and exciting ideas and locations. We were very compatible sexually. I did anything he wanted, because I adored him and wanted to feel his pleasure.
And so it started. We became a couple. He pushed to me to my limits and I loved it. Sex with Trevor was amazing. Every new adventure thrilled me. Trevor enjoyed taking me, and fucking me in places where we could possibly get caught. This included fucking in his truck in public parking lots, elevators, limos and parks. Our roles developed gradually, over the next three months. Before I knew it was I completely subservient to all his needs and loving it.
Then things changed. He wanted more. More and more thrills were on his agenda. Higher, and higher stakes were put on the table.
Yesterday he said to me, "Jewel, my sexy slut, I have two friends visiting from L.A., so dress in that sexy, ass hugging, snow leopard dress tonight. Wear that push up bra so your tits just about spill out of it, slip on your nipples rings, I might want to yank on them while I fuck you in the bathroom in the club. No underwear baby. I want to see the men's eyes when you flash them. It will just make me want to fuck you more. Also I want your ass totally clean and work out today. I love it when your skin radiates your beauty."
I looked at him, and my pussy felt a surge of juice as I pictured us fucking in the stall in the men's bathroom.
I was always more than eager to do exactly what Trevor wanted of me. The thrills were addictive, and clearly over the edge, taking me to another sense of reality, where wild sex was the norm of every weekend. Sometimes our sexual adventures were uncomfortable, but that was a small price to pay for the thrill of the adventures.
I would do anything to please Trevor, and make him happy, and that is what I did. Recently he had been obsessed with glory holes and watching public displays of hot sex. The thrills seemed to just be getting hotter and more intense and wild every time. Now I'm at a point where I just don't know how far he'll take me down that road. It's exciting, thrilling and erotically scary. I never know what he'll plan next, but I do know it will be a surprise and I'll enjoy it.
That night I dressed as he instructed me to, in my sheer snow leopard dress. I wore a nipple less mesh bra that pushed up my cleavage and allowed my nipples to radiate through. I looked in the mirror as I pierced my gold hoops through my nipples. With the sheerness of my dress, they looked exotic and inviting. I tugged them strongly and felt a wild surge of lust ripple through me. Licking my lips, I grabbed my handbag, turned out the lights and ventured outside.
When the cab arrived to pick us up, Trevor's two handsome wrestling friends let out a slow whistle and moved over to let me in the back with them. I was flattered, but I also knew I looked super fucking hot. Trevor planned it that way. I felt their urges to touch me. I knew my tits were gorgeous and being admired. I enjoyed playing with them myself.
Despite the sexual tension they were very kind and polite. The talk during the ride was animated. The entire time I felt Trevor's friend's eyes observing me with lustful intent, but I was used to being adored and I didn't think much of it. If I had looked closer I would have seen that Davey's need was greater than anticipated.
