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.
