FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (4 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Magnus might have been one of the most dangerous MMA fighters in history, but he was a master of psychology as well and combat.

He’d read Cassie and Rich the moment they came into his dingy dressing room, and he’d
anticipated
this moment. He knew that with the right tone, and the right combination of hormones and alcohol running through their veins, they’d be
his
.

All it would take would be the right tone of voice, at the right moment.

“
Step on over here
,” he repeated sharply – and the young, married couple obeyed instantly.

Cassie and Rich stepped forward and stood beneath the shadow of the towering Norwegian. He grinned as he looked down at them, and shrugged off his robe casually as he did so.

The terry cloth slipped off Magnus’ shoulders, and fell into a heap around his ankles.

He stood there, towering over the two fans, absolutely naked.

“Oh, God,” Rich gasped.

Magnus grinned.

He knew he had an impressive physique. Wrestlers of old, like Andre the Giant, had been bigger than him – but untrained. They’d been mostly fat, hanging off a larger-than-normal skeleton.

Magnus, on the other hand, trained like a smaller man.

Using power-lifting tactics, and bodybuilding techniques, he’d turned his intimidating 6’9” frame into that of a literal Scandinavian God. Huge shoulders. A chest like a bull. A flat, firm stomach and narrow hips.

He was
magnificent
.

And the way Rich and Cassie were looking up at him was almost like worship.

“Go on,” Magnus’ eyes flicked between the awestruck couple, and his huge erection, bobbing up and down in front of him. “
Touch it
.”

And so they did.

Hands trembling, Cassie reached up and curled her fingers around Magnus’ impressive shaft. Almost immediately, she started stroking it up and down; and Magnus groaned in pleasure as she did so.

But then, to his surprise, Rich reached up as well!

Magnus’ smile widened as he watched Cassie’s husband nervously reach over and curl one his own hands around the root of Magnus’ magnificent dick; and reach with the other to cradle the Norwegian’s heavy, goose-egg sized balls.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Magnus groaned, as he felt four hands gently massaging his cock. “
That’s
what I needed tonight.”

Cassie and Rich both looked at each other, as if to wordlessly ask: “Is this
really
happening?” And then they turned to look up expectantly at Magnus; as if to ask for further instructions.

And Magnus would have been happy to provide them – except at that moment there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door, and without answering, it opened.

Magnus’ trainer, Rex, poked his head through the door and asked: “Hey, Boss, are you ready to…”

Those words died on his lips.

Stunned, Rex peered in at what was unfolding. His towering boss, stark naked, with his cock rearing from between his legs like a smooth length of polished hardwood.

And the nice, young, married couple he’d arranged a 15-minute meet-and-greet with were standing there, massaging it.

Rex blinked.

“I-I’ll come back later,” he promised – and then pulled the door shut behind him with a soft ‘click.’

Stunned, Rich and Cassie both turned back to Magnus, and  nervously looked up at the towering Norwegian.

Magnus snorted derisively.

“My car’s probably waiting,” he shrugged. “We’d better make this quick.” And then, grinning wolfishly, he ordered: “Get out of your fucking clothes.”

Chapter Fourteen

Cassie’s head swam.

What the
hell
was happening?

Twenty minutes earlier, she and Rich had been led into this dressing room, expecting some nice chit-chat with a famous MMA fighter, and a bag full of signed merchandize.

Now, with trembling fingers, she was unbuckling the belt of her jeans, and pulling off her tank-top.

And, standing next to her, her husband was doing the same thing – stripping naked in front of a complete stranger.

“That’s right,” Magnus was grinning, watching Rich and Cassie strip. “Come on, hurry up.”

Moments later, the drunken young couple was standing there completely naked.

Magnus looked down at them and licked his lips.

Cassie was stunning. A slender, pale blonde, she had a nice, pert ass with cheeks just plump enough to each sit in the palm of one of Magnus’ huge hands.

Rich, on the other hand, was in good shape – lean, if a little skinny, with decent muscle tone. Given some training, Magnus thought, he might even have made bantamweight material.

But it was
another
type of wrestling they were there for that evening.

“Okay, you two,” Magnus grinned, sticking his hips forward and presenting them with his massive, swollen cock. “Get to work. We haven’t got long.”

Rich and Cassie looked blankly at each other – but Cassie quickly figured out what to do. She’d been very popular in high school, after all.

Bending her knees a little, Cassie stretched out her hands and curled them around Magnus’ huge cock. And then, as she stroked up and down, the pretty blonde wife opened her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the full length of the Norwegian’s massive shaft.

“Unnnngh,” Magnus threw back his head and groaned at the warm, wet sensation of Cassie’s tongue on his cock.

Her eyes flashed in pride, and Cassie stretched her mouth open even wider. A moment later, she wrapped her lips around the swollen head of Magnus’ cock, and her tongue swirled in circles.

“Oh, Jesus,” Magnus’ knees nearly buckled.

Cassie giggled with pride, and stretched her mouth open even wider – actually engulfing the huge head of Magnus’ cock. As she did that, she massaged his balls, and stroked the rest of his shaft with one tiny hand.

“Fuuuuck,” grinning wolfishly, Magnus looked down, at the beautiful blonde girl eagerly sucking and licking his cock. She was gazing up at Magnus with her big, blue eyes; looking for approval. The hungry look in the Norwegian’s eyes was exactly the reward she was looking for.

She slurped, and sucked, and licked harder – until saliva drooled down her chin, and dripped onto her bare breasts. It smeared the Sharpie-signature Magnus had written there.

“Hey,” grabbing a fistful of Rich’s short hair, Magnus jerked Cassie’s husband forward, thrusting Rich’s head towards his crotch. “You too! Get to work.”

And eyes wide, Rich looked up at the towering Norwegian, and obeyed.

Chapter Fifteen

If you’d asked him later, Magnus would admit that the blowjob wasn’t necessarily the hottest part of that evening. It was the moment that Cassie’s husband, Rich, got down on his knees and slurped his tongue wetly across Magnus’ enormous balls.

Cassie’s eyes had grown huge at the sight of her husband – a presumably straight man – licking the hairy balls of a towering stranger.

It could have gone one of two ways. In similar situations in the past, Magnus had seen the wife freak out entirely at the sight of their husband licking another guy’s balls.

But Magnus had a good feeling about Cassie, and he wasn’t disappointed.

Cassie’s surprise at seeing Rich slurping on the MMA fighter’s balls was only momentary. Immediately afterwards, she’d half-closed her eyes in pleasure, and reached one hand between her legs to start rubbing herself.

Magnus grinned in satisfaction. It was always more satisfying when the wife was
into
this kind of shit.

For a few minutes, Magnus just stood there, looking down at the husband and wife as they worshipped and pleasured him with their lips and tongue.

It felt
amazing
.

Magnus had enjoyed double, or even triple blowjobs in the past. There was one time, in Las Vegas, that he’d got three porn stars to tongue bathe him while a forth had straddled his face.
That
had been something to write home about.

But it was occasions like this – corrupting strangers, and getting husbands and wives to do the unthinkable – that
really
excited him.

Porn stars would do anything for the right price. (Magnus had even got a ‘rusty trombone’ from one on his last visit to Los Angeles, just to see what all the fuss was about.)

But a sweet little wife like Cassie? And a handsome little husband like Rich?

Seeing
them
on their knees, eagerly sucking his cock, was fucking
depraved
. He
loved
it.

For a moment, Magnus thought about just lounging back, and letting this husband-and-wife tag-team bring him off. He couldn’t think of anything hotter than spurting his pent-up load over both their faces, and watching them lick it off each other.

But that frustrating fight with Silas Batres had left Magnus with a burning need that a simple blowjob wouldn’t satisfy.

He wanted to
fuck
.

So after a few delicious minutes, the big Norwegian looked down at the slavish husband and wife, and grinned: “Enough!”

Faces glistening with saliva and pre-cum, Rich and Cassie looked up obediently at the towering Norwegian.

“Get on the bed over there,” Magnus grinned, looking at Cassie and pointing at the daybed in the corner. “I’m going to blow my load so deep in that pretty pussy of yours, you’re going to
taste it.
”

Chapter Sixteen

Cassie moaned when she heard this.

Twenty minutes ago, she’d been wondering where she was going to take Rich for dinner, once they were done with this merchandise signing.

Now she was about to be thrown onto a bed in the corner of a dingy dressing room, and have some gigantic beast of a man
fuck her
.

It was
not
what she’d planned.

But at this stage? While she was bent at the knees, slurping and sucking and kissing this stranger’s cock? God, she couldn’t have stopped herself even if she wanted to.

She had a quart of vodka swilling in her stomach, and raging hormones swilling through her veins. Her pussy was so wet, it was dripping down her thighs.

And, fuck, her husband was right on his knees, doing
the same thing
. And from the look of his hard cock, bouncing up and down between his legs, Rich was as into this as she was.

“C’mon,” Magnus grinned, and grabbed a fistful of Cassie’s blonde hair. Tears sprang to her eyes as the towering Norwegian hauled her to her feet, and he picked her up and threw Cassie onto the nearby daybed as if she weighed nothing.

Cassie gasped as she landed on the cushions, spread-eagled and eager.

Magnus stepped up and towered over her. He reached down and started stroking his massive cock – using Cassie and Rich’s saliva to lubricate it. Soon, his dick was glistening like varnished hardwood.

“I’m about to fuck her,” Magnus growled, licking his lips. He turned to Rich, who was standing nervously behind them. “If you don’t want me to split your poor wife in half, I recommend you get down on your knees and get her ready for me.”

Rich blinked. W-what?

“Get on your knees,” Magnus growled, “and get her pussy
good and wet
.” He continued stroking his straining cock, narrowing his steely grey eyes. “I want her begging for more, not crying for mercy.”

Rich gulped, and nodded.

A moment later, Cassie’s husband dropped to his knees by the side of the daybed, and reached up to grab one of his wife’s knees in each hand.

Gasping, Cassie lifted her head and looked down, between the valley of her breasts. She saw her husband positioning himself between her legs, and she smiled.

“I-I love you,” Cassie groaned.

“I love you too,” Rich nodded, and then lowered his head between her thighs.

Cassie threw back her head, and moaned.

Chapter Seventeen

Magnus felt his cock swell even harder, as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

The beautiful blonde Cassie, spread-eagled on the cushions of his daybed with her thighs spread.

And Rich, pale and naked, eagerly on his knees between her legs.

Cassie’s husband lowered his head between his wife’s legs, and she arched her back as his wet, warm mouth made contact with her eager pussy.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Cassie’s hands clawed at the sheets, and she squirmed on the bed. “Oh, God, baby, that’s
so good
.”

“Mmmmph,” Rich mumbled, his face buried between Cassie’s thighs. “Mmmmph!” He was licking, and slurping, and snuffling like a pig looking for truffles – and Cassie was squirming in pleasure as he did so.

Magnus looked down at them and grinned.
This
was what got him off. The power of convincing people to submit to their filthiest, most forbidden desires… The
ultimate
submission.

“Oh, God,” Cassie was tossing her head back and forth now. She reached down, and slid her fingers through Rich’s hair, guiding the direction of his tongue. “T-that’s it baby! That’s it! I’m gonna…”

And she exploded on his tongue.

Arching her back, Cassie climaxed loudly, gushing into her husband’s eagerly feasting mouth, and flailing about on the bed so wildly that Rich practically had to pin her down to stop her sliding off.

Eventually, she flopped down onto the cushions, gasping and panting.

Magnus grinned.

“Okay,” he yanked Rich aside, and stepped between Cassie’s spread legs. “Now it’s
my
turn.”