Sexfight Story Novels & Stories

I left the club on shaky legs, ass throbbing, body covered in blood smears and bite marks, cum still leaking down my thighs into my jeans. I had come here for a story about underground fighting. Now I was the fighter’s personal cage slut — bent over, bred, and marked every single night. And I could not wait for tomorrow.

The sight was beautiful. Calix went on. "When are you gonna touch her? You'd have had her doing all manner of nasty things by now." I leaned forward to hit the end of my cigarette on the ashtray. "Why don't you focus on your bitch? I know how to handle mine." He did focus. The fight commenced. It was a tough one filled with too much noise and cheering. My money was on Big Viper, but he was getting a good beating from Shark. Those times when his nose was crunched and his lips busted, I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel good.

Hell, I love such attention, don’t blame me. The bouncers finally allowed us in. First, a boxing ring. It wasn’t just any boxing ring. It was a sex boxing ring. “Should we watch?” Percy asked. I was already watching before she asked. There were two females and three males in the ring. One of the males hijacked the female. He didn’t fight with her but it was more like they were fighting to get the opponent’s clothes off. He unclamped her bra and her perfect boobs fell out. He tugged her nipples. My breath hitched for a second. It made me remember how Martil tugged on mine in his office earlier today.

I hate how they know me so well. “You’re not wrong Pax. Fighting is like fucking. You gotta to be agile, reactive, and have enough fucking stamina to render your opposition powerless.” I feel my dick twitch just thinking about it. Seeing a woman panting, glistening with sweat after she has won a battle or defeated by her climax is perfect. We all snicker as I shove my hands in my pockets of my black ripped jeans.

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerry.**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

Elliot isn't really an abuser, but he's also not someone I'm confident won't hurt me. We have breakfast, run the daily five miles and then we have to start the fights. We start in the same order as before and to be honest I don't pay attention to anyone, the only thing I know is that Eva beat Franco and that Xavier listened to me, got rid of his fear and managed to give the whore two good blows. The bad news is that Lesley won anyway, leaving Xavier lying on the floor, crying.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

At first, we were only raring kids wanting to know what we would feel from having our dick sucked, and in no time, we became real sex addicts. The thought of nasty things we did growing up turned my tummy. "Is Xavier having an affair with her?" I asked himself in soliloquy. Anger filled me again and i hurled the cup of coffee away, making it break and having its content on the floor. "That was my favorite cup" I complained. I am dealing with anger issues and Xavier is the cause. To distract myself from the anguish I feel, I picked up my phone and called Rage the fighter. He was the owner of the fighting club, I wanted to know if there was any fight tonight.

Nicolai wrapped her hair around his fist and increased his speed making her scream his name. She came again and again until her legs started shaking. Nicolai threw his head back as his thrust became sloppy. His fingers dug in her waist when he buried himself deep inside her and filled her with his seeds. "What the fuck are they doing?" Lucifer scowled leaning against the door. "They are fucking" Vincent looked at them like 'you can't be serious' "I came here to see the fight" Lucifer rolled his eyes. Serenity has collapsed on the bed while Nicolai was buckling his belt.

"These three peoples are friends living in the same house. They fought because of the bathroom turn. Boy A took a shower first, and his friend, boy B wanted to shower after him. But, after boy A finished his shower, boy B went into the laundry room to fetch his clothes. After he came back, his other friend, let's name him as boy C, had shamelessly seized his turn. Boy B got angry, and he kicked the bathroom door. From shouting and yelling, the fight then turned into a physical one. Boy A tried to stop them but get dragged into the fight. Unfortunately, the fight gets even bigger." Izzat scoffed. "What are they? Girls?" "Do girls fight like that?" Fakhrul asked. He suddenly thought of his old