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Old 22-Mar-18, 23:59
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“Jason, what is it that you do again?”

Huh?

“Is it UFC?”

Oh right…haha no, its Muay Thai.

Helen looked puzzled “Is that not the same?”

Nah it’s like boxing but with elbows and knees and kicks.

“Oh like kickboxing?"

Jason rolled his eyes “Yeah kinda.”

Helen pondered this for a second then glanced around and continued in a lowered tone
“My friend asked me to go do a thing with her but I’m not sure. I’m bored of the gym and I want to try something new. Do you think I’ll get hurt?”

She hurriedly shoved a flyer into Jasons hand.

‘Fit 2 Fight MMA Bootcamp?’ He read aloud.

“Yeah, it’s six weeks of intensive training…i saw the flyer at the gym and I thought ‘ahh thats like what Jason does and you’ve lost loads of weight…. not that you were fat before of course” she added in a hurry with a cheeky smile.

The gaudy flyer was poorly laid out. A mess of low quality stock images and too many fonts. At the very bottom he noted that it said in small print, ‘Guaranteed competitive match at the end of the training” Jason raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew she hadn’t seen that and he didn’t want to dissuade her, this could be interesting.

Helen worked in the office Jason in the manufacturing workshop. She was 51, fifteen years his senior but she had the demeanour and figure of a woman half her age. Bubbly and energetic she took care of herself with regular trips to the gym and sensible lunches. Not muscular but toned and perky. She always made an effort with her appearance. Regular trips to the hair dresser kept the grey at bay.

Over the past couple of years Jason had listened to her babble on about each different health fad that she’d tried but nothing had stuck. Pilates, yoga, spin class even a brief flirtation with Zumba. She’d approached everything with a youthful enthusiasm that belied her years, thrown herself into it for a few weeks but lost interest just as quickly.

Jason assumed this was gonna be the case here but it’d be interesting to follow her progress.

The following Monday Jason was eating lunch with some other staff members in the canteen. Helen bustled in just as the others were clearing out, Jason was always last to leave, never in a hurry to return to work.

‘Ooooh I’m glad I caught you Jason’ she beamed ‘I wanted to tell you I went to that class!’
Jason paused, he hadn’t thought she’d mention it again, the idea probably fleeing her head as quickly as it had entered.

‘Oh yeah?’ He said with practiced nonchalance, ‘how’d you get on?’

‘Well I was very nervous, the gym was very rustic and raw. And bloody cold too but we soon warmed up. We learned some punches and had a go hitting pads in the ring!’ Helen seemed very excited with her news.

‘That all sounds very exciting..What punches did you learn then slugger?’ Jason replied, warming up a little and enjoying Helen’s obvious enthusiasm.

She popped her yoghurt and spoon down on the counter and adopted a clumsy stance. Arse sticking out, fists up but parallel to each other…she hadn’t really quite got the feet right either.

‘We did a jab and a cross and a hook and an undercut’

‘The holy trinity. An undercut hey? Excellent’ Jason smirked at her mistake. ‘Well keep me up to date with your progress, it’s nice to have another fighter in work to trade notes with’

“I’ll be giving you a run for your money soon enough’ she smiled with a twinkle then turned back to collect her food. Jason took the opportunity and left quickly, surprised by the sudden stirring in his trousers.

The weeks rolled on and a Monday morning ritual soon developed. Helen began actively seeking out Jason to share the details of her weekends activities. And Jason grew from detached cynicism toward genuine interest. Despite his own inclinations toward watching women fight, it was genuinely warming to see someone as flighty as Helen become gently obsessed with her new sporting interest.

‘We are sparring next week…I’m very nervous!’ She confided over lunch.
‘Thats a bit of a step up, you’ve only been going a few weeks?” Jason sounded surprised.

‘That’s exactly what I thought. It’s one thing hitting the bags and pads but the thought of stepping in the ring with one of the other girls is making me feel a bit worried’. She poked at her salad despondently and Jason struggled to think of where to go next with this…

“Have you ever sparred before Jason” Helen glanced up from her meal and looking at him from beneath her fringe.

‘Yeah….it’s a fundamental part of the training at our place. Usually once a week for a few rounds after class’

Helen nodded and her eyes skittered around the room before she asked
‘Would you…mean you live close by and I’ve got a large front room…would you help me?’

Jason stopped eating and looked back at Helen who wouldn’t hold his stare and was starting to flush at the neck.

‘What do you want to do Helen?…you want me to hold pads, get some extra time in?’

She breathed in deeply then said “I wondered if you’d spar with me. The kids are at their dads tonight so we could give it a go. Just to get some experience so I’m not going in unprepared and you don’t hurt me!?

Jason paused. He hadn’t expected this. He felt himself already aroused at the prospect.

Ok. Sure why not. Doesn’t hurt to give you an edge does it?’ He agreed

‘You might get a work out too?” Helen added earnestly.

Sure.




Later that evening Jason arrived at the semi detached house round the corner from his place. Helen had text him to say the kids had been picked up and to give her half an hour to prepare and make some room.

He tipped up at the door 45 minutes later and paused before ringing the bell. Was this a good idea? He always kept away from colleagues outside of work. He liked to keep his life simple and compartmentalised. He never socialised with workmates and he kept his interests to himself. This idea was asking for trouble. He had a strong set of rules about such things and despite the fact the opportunity to fight was always welcome…Helen was a 51 year old woman with not a single ounce of malice in her bones. Hardly in the same league as lunatics like Tara or Ashleigh or Bridie or any of the others who’d tested him over the years.

‘Fuck it’ he sighed under his breath and rang the doorbell.

A shape appeared through the frosted glass and Helen opened the door.
She was all smiles and bubbly excitement. Her eyes flickering with anticipation. Jason was somewhere between relief and disappointment when he saw she was wearing an Adidas hoodie and track pants. That took the pressure off.

‘Hiya Jason, come in come in! ‘ busying around she indicated to the front room door as she ran lightly upstairs ‘I’ll be back down in a sec, Go through, Shoes off though please I just had the carpets shampooed’

The room was furnished in typical style for a middle aged mum of two teenagers. Cream carpets , neutral walls and sumptuous tasteful sofas, a large TV dominated one wall. It was nice.

‘Would you mind giving me hand shoving the sofa’s back, how much room do you think we’ll need?’

Helen bustled back into the room with a gym bag in one hand and her masses of auburn hair tied back. He’d never seen her so well scrubbed and fresh faced. Helen was a woman who took care of her appearance, hair always well coiffered, nails done and well turned out. She normally dressed well. To see her in a shapeless hoody with her hair in a pony tail…it was unusual.


With the sofa’s pulled back there was an awkward silence before Jason offered ‘shall we get started then?’

“Yes yes absolutely “Helen agreed, jumping excitedly on the spot. “What first?"

‘Well you’re training MMA bootcamp right?…so as far as sparring goes I can help you with the striking but my grappling is very rudimentary, so shall we start by doing some pad work and getting warmed up before you start knocking hell out of me?

Helen smiled ‘oh I don’t know about that, you’re quite tall…..I doubt ill get near you. But yes lets do that’

Jason nodded and took a set of white cotton wraps from his bag and started wrapping his fists. Helen watched with undisguised fascination as he bound his hands…

‘Ive got some of those but I don’t know what I’m doing with them, when you are done will you help me?” Helen gushed

‘Of course, it’s important you know how to do this because it will ease pressure on your wrists from the impact’

Helen nodded and went over to her gym bag and removed a small fresh packet of white cotton Thaismai wraps. She presented them to him earnestly.

‘Show me how please’

Sit down then. He grunted

Helen seated herself on the edge of the couch as Jason squatted in front of her and started to bind the fresh wraps.

OK give me your hand and spread your fingers. You’ll want your wrists supported even for bag work because thats where you’ll feel the impact.

She nodded and he proceeded to wrap first one hand then the next. Round the wrist three times then across the hand in an x, circling back across the knuckles to form a pad before finishing again at the wrist.

‘Hows that feel?’ Jason asked.

Helen clenched her fists wth delight. ‘Oooh I feel like a proper boxer now’ she laughed,
She adopted a stance, much improved from her first showing some weeks ago and throwing out some light punches into the air in front of her.
‘Yes, I cant wait to try these out…whats next?’

‘Well lets see what you can do’ Jason replied rummaging through his kit bag and emerging with a pair of focus mitts.

‘Have you used these before? I’ll call out combinations of punches and you fire them back at the pads’

“Ok lets go, do I need my gloves on?"

“Not yet, lets focus on precision rather than power”

Btw squared off against each other and as Jason started to call out simple combinations of punches Helen which she responded to with zeal. He noted immediately she moved well, plenty of strength in her punches, her hips loaded with power as she threw the punches back.

“Ooh I can really feel the difference in the wraps. I can hit harder’

To emphasise her point she threw a stinging jab, followed by an overhand right that found it’s mark on the mitt with a thwack, before Jason realised she’d dropped down into a squat and swung a brutal hook into his abdomen that he did not anticipate. Perfect execution, driven through from the hips… the surprise blow staggered him and he took a knee.

‘Caught me out there’ he gasped but Helen was looking at him oddly with her fists up.

‘Come on Jason get up, I’m warmed up now and…. I am ready to to fight’ as she said that she went over to her gym bag and pulled out a pair of 12oz white Everlast gloves, placing them on the floor she grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and puled it over her head one with one deft movement. Jason eyeballed her body. Toned and shapely she wore a white everlast sports bra, crisp and clean against her tanned skin. She saw him looking and held his stare as she grabbed the top of her tracksuit bottoms and pulled them down to reveal a pair of short white and black Venum Thai boxing trunks. The crisp white satin trimmed with black detailing looked fantastic against the rich healthy glow of her skin.
The thick ruffled waistband sat just beneath her belly button, no muffin top nor an inch of rippled fat.

She stood before him, her hair bouncing lightly in a pony tail. Her stance formidable, her guard tight.

Jason shrugged and sighed heavily before going to swap his focus mitts for gloves.

‘Nuh-Uh….Shirt off if you please, lets do this properly” she giggled.

Jason obliged, lifting his shirt to reveal a muscular torso knotted with scars.

Helen inhaled at the sight and ran her gloves down the front of her trunks, smoothing the cool fabric against her skin.

‘Well Jason, I didn’t expect you to be in such good condition’

He grinned at the compliment ‘Have you got a gumshield Helen, lets not take any chances with that smile now’


She flushed at the implied flirtation, indicating at her bag with her gloves toward a small plastic case.

‘Im not taking these off now, you’ll have to get it’

Jason reached in and removed the white gum shield from its case. Helen stood before him, with her back straight and the white leather 120z fists at her sides. He paused as they caught each others eyes, she held his gaze and gently parted her lips..he slipped the white rubber mouthpiece between her lips and fitted it onto her upper jaw. She pouted and used her tongue to push it into place before biting down ‘Hi” she smiled giving him the full rubber grin. Deep in Jason’s gut the worm of attraction woke from it’s slumbers and manifested in the front of his trunks, unbidden and intrusive.

‘seen something you like?’ Helen had noticed the bulge in his trunks and stepped lightly forward, caressing the swelling with her left glove, her nipples ere erect as they pressed up against him,. Her right arm snaked round his waist and she pullled him close so that their crotches touched.

‘I guess You didn’t expect me to be in this outfit or how good this body looked in it did you? Bet you thought you were doing me a favour? Or that you’d have a laugh at the silly old cow trying to play tough?

“i uh…I didn’t expect uh’ he stammered

She cut him off with a shake of her head and her pony tale bounced defiantly.

‘Shhh now, it doesn’t matter because we’re going to fight. I want to see how it feels to box and I’m going to show you exactly what I can do with these”

She tapped her gloves against his torso gently them backed off into the corner of the room. Barefoot and bouncing lightly on the balls of her bare feet she banged her gloves together.


Jason was gobsmacked by the change in demeanour and confidence. He’d known she enjoyed the classes and he’d watched her body start to tighten up over the past few weeks but she’d always been playful and bubbly with it. Her focus on health or so he thought. Looking at her across the room, there was steel behind that set jaw.

He’d fought with women before. He loved it and it never ceased to amaze how many of them liked to test themselves. Maybe it was years of restraint, of pent up frustration or societies expectations on how women should behave…but there was something exciting on a primal level to see a woman casting off the mantle of civility and fighting simply because she wanted to. And they did. They all fought with the kind of ferocity that was breathtaking to behold. Wasn’t about scoring points or posturing. When women fought they fought to destroy their opponent. To humble them. It was about domination pure and simple.

Jason stepped back and slipped his own gumsheild into his mouth and pulled on his black and yellow Sandee gloves. Helens eyes widened and again her hand went uncoinciously to the front of her trunks. He smiled at her and gestured her forward.

‘OK how do you want this to go? What do you want to work on?

‘Hands, knees and kicks please Jason’

‘We’ve no shin pads’

‘Well then I hope you can defend yourself handsome’

They both touched gloves with a bang and stepped back and squared up, Jason with a classic Thai open palmed defensive style, Helen in a southpaw boxers stance, tight guard flat foot, her right knee lifting slightly as she moved around him.
.
Electricity crackled around the room as they circled each waiting for the other to try something and light the fuse of conflict.

Jason, the more experienced started to tease out a jab…no power just to find the range and test Helens guard.

The first was too far out, but Helen closed the gap so the second blow crashed off her guard. As Jason went to throw a third jab to push her gloves backing her face and humiliate her, Helen slipped to the left rolling beneath the punch and with a gasp of exertion threw an arcing overhand right as she stepped through. The blow connected flush catching Jason crisply across the bridge of his nose with an impact he had not expected. White lights flashed across his field of vision. Automatically his hands flew up to smother the pain in his nose leaving his body unguarded.

Helen had stepped through when she threw the right and from her position off the centre line threw a perfect spring loaded left hook into his exposed torso. The blow landed hard against the kidneys and Jason folded downward, Helen continued her combination peeling off another left hook to Jasons exposed face that rattled his jaw before placing the palm of her glove on the back of his bowing head and drove her knee up into his ribs like a spear. It cracked against the lower floating rib and he collapsed onto the floor on his hands and knees with a pained cry.

Panting trying to catch his breath through the embarrassment he didn’t even see Helen bouncing lightly banging her gloves together until he looked up glassy eyed and saw her shin arcing towards his face . No time to get his gloves up to block the right roundhouse, Helens shin bone connected hard against his chin and Jason’s head snapped round with a jarring movement, a fountain of spit erupting from his mouth like a blood marbled geyser. His arms went out from under him and he sprawled slack jawed and drooling in a punch drunk daze on the carpet.

The trajectory of Helens kick had spun her round but she quickly righted herself and was delighted with what she discovered. This man sprawling face down on her new carpets, glassy eyed. Chomping on his gum shield with film of spittle blood flecked across his face. Helen knew she’d hit him hard. The practical application of four weeks of intensive training. She’d learned that combination and practiced it diligently. On the pads with a partner, on a heavy bag at the gym and then at home in front of the mirror when the kids were out or asleep. She’d stripped down to her favourite Calvin Klein underwear, the crisp white with the lettered hem. In the mirror she admired the changes she was seeing, subtle at first. The soft loose flesh beneath her upper arms, contracting and taking shape as the muscle defined itself. The thighs, whilst never flabby gained tone and curvature. Kicking, squatting, driving through had tightened her ass to the point where when she considered herself in the mirror she felt no shame, no embarrassment. She wished she’d had this body at 23 but to have it thirty years later, to have challenged herself with a sport that would be formidable for a woman half her age. She was carving herself a new shape for a new life.

This thirst for dominance, this will to conquer. It was new to her. She’d always been so passive with her ex husband and the boys she’d gone with in her youth. Eager to please, keen to be loved she willingly subjugated herself to lesser wills out of fear of rejection and loneliness. But time had it’s way and the men she had loved had taken what she offered, squandered it then sought more from mistresses and one night stands. Helen had been hollowed out by these betrayals. It had knocked her confidence. Worn her down, made her feel far less than she was worth. But that was then and this was now. Something had changed in her the moment she stepped into the grubby gym. She’d smelt blood and excitement, seen freedom and discipline and reckless abandon in equal measures, a balance of elements she hungered to discover In herself. Her children were older now, she was not here to please anybody but herself. She owed nothing to nobody and was damn sure she’d never be so weak again.

She waited for the kids to go to bed then she had opened the package that had arrived at work earlier that day. The first time she slipped those Thai boxing shorts on and pushed the gum shield between her soft pink lips she had shuddered with excitement, her hands reaching to touch herself. The cool satin against her skin, the rubber pressed into her mouth. It was as though every part of her body became newly sensitive, every nerve aflame. She looked at herself in the full mirror and blushed at what she saw, shifting her stance to admire her look she gently slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her shorts and smiling she laid back on her bed and pleased herself.

Now she was here in the moment, looking down at the sprawling body of a man she had just knocked out with her body. Jason wasn’t some chump, he could fight. But he had underestimated her and she had bested with her small set of new skills. Helen gathered herself and pulled one of her gloves off quickly as she ran to her gym bag and grabbed out her phone. She set the timer on the camera, popped it on the mantle then shoving her glove back on and dashing back to where Jason was lying flat on his back trying to pulling himself together.

‘Stay down” She hissed before dropping her weight neatly onto his face in a smother, knees either side of his head, he floundered and she tilted her head back as she felt him struggling for breath through the fabric of her trunks. She smirked at the camera showing just a hint of gumshield, pushing her chest forward and struck a double bicep curl victory pose. With the photo taken she turned her attention back to the figure beneath her. She could feel Jason fighting for air beneath her. The closeness of his mouth to her pussy was intoxicating and she pushed her weight down and felt the firm shape of Jason’s own gumshield push against her sex and she was glad she hadn’t knocked it out. Spiralling her hips in slow circular movements she balanced herself with the right glove then reached back with the left and rubbed it against the contours of Jason’s rapidly engorging cock, visible through his trunks. She kept her own gum shield in and bit down on it as she closed her eyes and brought herself off to a shuddering climax.


End Of Part 1.
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Wow... just...Wow.
What a great story. Great build up, great description, and sexy as hell.
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bravo mate. first class all the way.
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LOVE these mature domination stories. Also love how he was well trained and seasoned and in shape, and she was new to the sport, and still beat him soundly. Adds another layer of humiliation to it.

Hope some public humiliation/beatdowns get worked int oit. Id love to see the male get a bit upset with her and ashamed of his beating and lash out as a result, causing her to be not so nice next time, really rub in her humiliation and domination of him.

Great story though.

Oh man what if those bitches from work and coworkers in general get wind of it!? How embarrassing.
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Wow thanks for all the positive feedback guys.
Really appreciate the suggestions too.
I'm trying to weave all my stories together with a shared universe type of feel so that eventually the characters will start crossing over.
I referenced the girls from Fists and The Arrangement in this one to try and establish that.

I think that the picture Helen took will definitely prove to be a problem for Jason at work!
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Default Small Print PART 2.... (mixed boxing/muay thai/milf)

Jason sat in brooding silence. His jawbone was still throbbing and his left eye swam in a bruised pool of marbled violet and yellow.

How the fuck had that happened? How had Helen gotten the drop on him like that? He’d offered her his time and skills with the best of intentions, genuinely. Sure It was a kick to get to trade blows with a woman, especially one as mature and attractive as Helen. That didn’t happen every day, but he had sorely underestimated her.

Helen had come out hard. She didn’t have much of a toolbox but instead she’d focused on sharpening the combo she did have to a razors edge. She’d hone dit and caught Jason slipping. Well that wasn’t gonna happen again. He consoled himself that he’d merely underestimated her, that it wasn’t a slight on his skills or ability.

“Morning Jason, how are you doing today.”


Helen walked into the tea room with a spring in her step. She didn’t look at him directly ,seated as he was off to the side. Instead she made a beeline straight for the kettle and began to make herself cup of herb tea. He said nothing in response.

Helen clearly didn’t require Jason’s input and continued regardless.
“Nothing sets the day off quite like a nice cup of tea, does it Jase…..can I call you Jase?’
She turned to face him, stirring her tea. Her eyes caught sight of the bruising
‘ Good god, are you alright?That’s quite a bruise you’ve got there…*did I do that?* she whispered with a hushed laugh.

‘Who’d have thought it!’

Jason said nothing. He bit his bottom lip determined not to rise.

“Hope you’ve got three shredded wheat for breakfast Jase” Helen continued “You’ll need your strength for round 2 tonight’

Jason broke his silence ‘What…no chance we’re not doing that again, you’re on your own”

“Oh don’t be like that” she chuckled “I really enjoyed our little session, particularly my prize for victory. That was unexpected. I must say…you’ve a very characterful face”

“Piss off”. Jason flushed with embarrassment as his mind skirted back to how helpless he felt as Helen ground her pussy against his face. She’d brought herself to a throbbing climax with very little input from him. She’d turned herself on with her own dominance.

“Awww, but it was so yummy. You sure I cant persuade you? I’d hate for it to feel like we’re not friends anymore
Helen leant forward across the table, leant into his ear and purred “are you grumpy with me because I. Knocked. You. Out”. She emphasised each of the final three words with just enough subtle mockery to make Jason wince.

The door rattled and Helen settled back into her seat and began playing with her phone as a couple of colleagues walked in laughing and talking.

Aware of the flush in his cheeks and neck Jason hurriedly made preparations to leave.

His phone buzzed on the table and he reached to get it, welcoming the distraction.

It was a message from Helen:

‘You’ll be at my place tonight at 9.15. And you’ll be ready to fight. Bring your kit bag. And wear the Thai shorts again please. I liked those.

He glanced up at Helen who was sat across the table. She wasn’t looking at him, making small talk with the two girls who’d just come in.

Furiously he typed back “You’re crazy. I told you to forget it”

He got up to leave without giving Helen a second glance. Then he felt his pocket buzz once again.

“I don’t like your attitude young man. You’ll do as your told or else THIS will end up on the internet”

There was a photo message attached. Helen sat astride his fallen body, hips pushed forward, arms pumped in a double flex, a smile on her face. He hadn’t known Helen had taken the selfie whilst she was sitting and posing in victory on his face. And whilst his face was obscured, the wolf tattoo on his forearm was clear and present in the photo. He knew he couldn’t deny this one.

He paused for a minute. Skin prickling with embarrassment and quiet fury. But he knew what to do. Scrolling through the contacts on his phone he found the number he was looking for. He typed “I need your help with something” pausing for a second, he considered his course of action and then pressed send.

As he got up to leave, he glanced at Helen still stirring her tea. She’d clearly lost interest in him and was talking to the other girls about holiday destinations, he turned to walk out of the door and as he did so he froze as the sound of a spoon clinking twice against the edge of a teacup rang out “Ooops Ding Ding” Helen giggled.

For all the world It sounded to Jason like a door being slammed shut in Hell.


Later that evening Jason once again found himself making the slow funeral march to Helen’s place. Any nervous excitement he had felt last time had been replaced by a sense of incrementing dread. And whilst he was 98% certain the knockout had been a complete fluke, there was still a part of him that doubted himself. That perhaps Helen was somehow a late bloom prodigy. The thought gnawed at him, like a junkyard dog nagging on a thigh bone. Helen’s casual mockery and self assured challenge at lunchtime had done nothing to ease his anxiety. Why couldn’t she have just been cool about it? Maybe he just needed to accept that his ego had taken a dent and be done with it. Move on.
Yeah. Right.

He arrived at her front door and was disturbed from his thoughts by the abrupt sound of a car horn shattering the chill night air. Startled, he looked around and saw Helen sat in her car waving at him through the window, she gestured for him to get in.
“Now what” he muttered to himself, slung his kit bag next to her own in the trunk of the car and climbed in to the passenger seat.

‘Hi handsome, I thought we’d mix things up and go for a little drive” Helen smiled sweetly as he got in.

“Don’t worry, it’s not far”


Jason said nothing and just fixed his eyes through the windshield on the road ahead. He had decided to give her nothing to work with emotionally in the vague hope she’d get bored and lose interest in him.

Helen shrugged and continued to drive, smiling to herself.
“Not feeling very chatty tonight Jase? That’s ok love. “ Her chirpy tone suddenly changed to steel as she continued “I understand that complete emasculation at the hands of an older and inexperienced woman must be a little upsetting for someone like you…perhaps some music will get you in the mood?”

Helen leaned forward and meddled with the CD player, and as the ominous drum intro of Led Zeppelin’s “when The Levee Breaks” filled the car Jason noticed that once again she was dressed in the oversized hoody and track pants. The unrepentant agonophile in him wondered what might be waiting beneath the mundane exterior this time.

The car wove its way through familiar streets until pulling a stop outside a functional looking industrial unit.

“Here we are Jase, and don’t forget your kit bag”

They both got out and Jason paused to absorb his surroundings. There was a small sign on the wall of the building by the door. ‘Fit 2 Fight”. So this was her gym from the flyer. But it was late, almost 9:45 now. Why had she brought him here?

“Slight change of plan to tonights activities, the kids ended up staying home so I had to… improvise” She explained to Jason as he followed her to the gym door.

The heavy security door was unlocked and they both entered into the gloomy interior of the building, as Jasons eyes struggled to acclimatise to the darkness he suddenly became aware of a presence in front of him. Two hands gently appeared at his waist from behind whilst another pair grabbed roughly at his collar. In the darkness he felt paralysed.

Helen whispered into his ear from behind “Lets see, Are you dressed as requested?’
She slipped her hand down the front of his tracksuit pants. He could feel her smile in the pitch black as her hands found the waist band of this black Thai shorts, she traced her fingers round the outline of his stiffening prick

“Yummy” she whispered again into his ear .

“OK Mercy, bag him”

Jason immediately felt a cloth bag forced over his head and he started to panic, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Try not to hyperventilate Jason, this is as much for you as it is for us” Helen whispered through the fabric as she bound his hands with a cable tie.

He felt himself gently pushed forward by Helens hands on his waist whilst the one he assumed to be Mercy took him by his hands and marched him through another set of double doors.

He was shoved roughly into a seat and the bag stayed on his head. His inability to see however heightened is other senses. He was aware of quiet conversation to his left, a third voice, a little deeper and richer, had joined the pair.

“Go get changed Mercy, we’ll get him ready for Nikki”. Mercy grunted and Jason heard heavy footsteps walking away.

Minutes crawled by at a tectonic pace in the suffocating darkness and discomfort.

Then all of a sudden brightness, sensory overload as the bag was yanked from his head. His hair moist against his scalp, Jason gulped down hopeful lungfuls of air. He had thought the release sweet but he realised the the oxygen tasted as stagnant as the confines of the bag. The acrid tang of stale sweat and overworked bodies, of perspiration cooling to ammonia, the copper animal taste of blood drying on hot leather. It was overwhelming. Like being birthed out of nights womb and onto the killing floor of some charnel house.

Jason’s eyes slowly adjusted to the sickly light of his surroundings. Illuminated by the sickly glow of flickering strip lights he breathed it in. He was bound to a chair in a large square room. Beneath him was a floor of mismatched interlocking rubber mats. Around the circumference of the room ran a variety of heavy bags of all shapes and sizes hanging from the ceiling. All looked well weathered, many hemorrageing from hard use. They were held together with sutures of industrial tape and stitches of course string. Scarred and battle worn.

Commanding the attention though in the centre of the room was a boxing ring. It was not sat on a platform though, this one sat low to the ground and it looked as weary and rough hewn as the rest of the decor.

“Rustic isn’t it Jase? Perhaps not the sterile environment you’d anticipated?”

Helen wandered into view from behind one of the heavy bags. Still dressed in her hoody and sweat pants.

“I know it certainly wasn’t what I was expecting when I signed up for those classes a few months ago, I’ll be honest with you I thought it quite gross! But when you consider how much sweat, blood and probably a few tears thats been poured into this place over the years…well, I consider it “well loved”. We all deserve to be loved don’t we Jason? Even a dirty old place like this! She giggled as she ran her fingers across the top rope. “though it wouldn’t hurt to drag a mop round from time to time. We’ll have to see about that I suppose.”

“What are you playing at Helen” Jason asked wearily, already tired of her whimsical monologue.
He rattled at his bonds.“Why am I sat here? I think I’ve been pretty fucking reasonable about all this up till now but I’m starting to lose my patience with you and your silly games”

Helen stopped in her tracks and then turned to face him, leaning back on the ropes.

“Well I told the girls at the gym about how I’d put some of the techniques I’d learned into practice during our little sparring match the other night” She smiled at him sweetly and fluttered her eyelashes before continuing “ let me tell you they were all VERY jealous at how lucky I was to have you…so I thought, in the interests of club spirit , it was only fair to share my good fortune and let some of them have a go with you too”

“Are you fucking high? I’m not fighting you again let alone anyone else. Let me out of here immediately and we’ll say no more about it”

Helen smiled and turned her back on him to face into the ring.

Another voice made itself known, the rich honeyed voice from before in the corridor.

“We are calling this The Gauntlet”

A tall mature black woman circled Jason’s chair from behind. She had close cropped grey hair but that was the only indication of her age. Physically she was an impressive specimen. 5’9 and solidly built. She wore a sleeveless white spandex catsuit with an open back that allowed Jason to see her strong back . The tight outfit emphasised the musculature of her curvy body. Her thighs and calves evidently hewn by years of sculpting. The arms corded and powerful, her stomach flat, abdominal definition evident even through the tight fabric of her outfit

“You’ll fight three times tonight in the ring. We’ll mix up the rules to keep it interesting for all of us. The girls want to test their limits against someone who can actually compete and that they are not obliged to hold back on. My name is Collette and I’ll be refereeing the matches tonight” She stepped behind him and loosened his bonds. “Time to get changed and knuckle up Jason. Lets see what you’ve got” .


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As Jason rose stiffly from his chair, Helen walked up to him carrying his kit bag. She stopped in front of him, dropped it on the floor and said nothing just stared at him with cold indifference.

“Get changed” Collete ordered.
Jason shook his head silently mouthing “what the fuck” to himself and kicked off his Nikes. He pulled down his tracksuit bottoms to reveal a pair of Black Thai boxing trunks, the same ones he’d worn in the first fight against Helen. The hoodie came off next, then the shirt beneath.

Jason glared at Collete. “Alright?” He asked.
The powerfully built black woman stood with her hands on her hips weighing him up. “Ok” she nodded. At this gesture Helen removed her hooded sweatshirt and track pants too. She stood before Jason in a crisp white Calvin Klein underwear set. Boxer briefs and bra top. She shook her hair out of it’s pony tail then squared up face to face with Jason with her fists up and her poker face on.
Jason smirked “alright then if that’s what you want” and returned the gesture. Stepping closer, putting his hands up and staring her down. The slightest hint of amusement showed on Helens face but she maintained her gaze and stepped even closer now to Jason, her breasts flushed with excitement, nipples apparent through her bra top almost touching Jason’s chest. It was an emulation of pre-match weigh in shenanigans she’d seen on the numerous MMA events she’d had been studying in recent weeks. But it was turning her on and she loved it.
“I can’t wait to knock you out again” shewhispered before turning her back and walking away. She smirked because she could feel Jason’s eyes looking at her arse ….and she did not mind one bit.


His first opponent was already waiting in the ring. She was small and lean, around 5’4 with a black pixie cut. Her chest was tattooed with a sacred heart, the top of which could be seen peeking from the top of her black and red sports bra. She wore tight lycra black and red Vale Tudo shorts. On her fists she wore a black pair of the heavily padded open palmed MMA gloves typically used for sparring in that discipline. The gumshield was already in and she was in a traditional Thai boxing stance, warming up throwing shots kicks and elbows into the empty space before her.

Do you have MMA gloves in that little bag of yours Jason?’ Collette enquired

He looked at her in annoyance and raised an eyebrow “No. I don’t”

“Well sadly we don’t have a spare pair that will fit you so you’ll have to wear your boxing gloves won’t you? Don’t worry I’m sure that won’t hinder you too much” she replied without any hint of irony.

Jason quickly wrapped his hands then slipped his gumshield in and pulled his gloves on before slipping between the ropes.

He walked to the centre of the ring where Colette was waiting and his opponent jogged nimbly out of her corner to meet him.

“Jason meet Nikki, Nikki meet Jason…this is an MMA style fight and so we’ll be allowing kicks, knees, punches and grappling” both fighters nodded their acknowledgment.

“It’ll go three two minute rounds with a winner decided by submission, knockout or decision if it goes the distance. OK?”

Nikki nodded earnestly and offered her fists to Jason in an apparently sincere gesture of salute. Jason shrugged and banged his own gloves against her smaller mitts.

Despite the weight difference Jason had his doubts about any advantage those extra pounds might give him. The gloves were almost another concern but he couldn’t grapple worth a damn anyway so that was one thing off his mind. The bell rang and Nikki moved cautiously out of her corner toward Jason. Her gumshield seemed a little large for her mouth, forcing it into an equine pout and she moved lightly around him popping off little snappy jabs to feel out the distance…she appeared to know what she was doing. Jason knew better now than to underestimate these women. After the embarrassment of being caught slipping by Helen, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. No lenience here. He’d have to knock this girl out.

Nikki threw her jab again and this time stepped through with a powerful right head kick. Jason saw it coming though, covered up and taking the impact of the kick on his gloves then threw an arcing overhand right that collided into Nikki’s exposed face with a force that sent her staggering back into the ropes seeing sparks. Jason wasn’t about to repeat any mistakes and he closed the space whilst she was reeling, pushing her back again with a front push kick that broke through her guard and planted straight into her chest.

Now that she was caught in the corner and winded, Jason went to work on his smaller opponent, swarming her with a barrage of punches that rocked her as she desperately tried to cover but the assault was simply too much. Jason’s heavy fists flew hard and fast punching through any pretence of a guard, cracking into her jaw and exploding into her cheek. He smashed a big left hook into her face and the ill fitting gumshield vacated her mouth in a shower of spit. She was scared now, this was not what she had expected but he was overwhelming her and she knew that she couldn’t take repeated blows from him like that. Her vision was already swimming and her legs wobbling.

Panicking Nikki went to clinch throwing her arms around Jason’s neck and trying to pull him down, working her fingers together to form a lock she started to throw knees into Jasons thigh but she simply was not strong enough to maintain the hold. Jason forced the palm of his glove into Nikki’ss face, pushing her head back at an uncomfortable angle and then leaning back himself, shooting his hips forward and driving a knee strike into her exposed rib. She gasped and buckled but he held her fast in his own clinch, all her strength gone if he hadn’t kept hold of her it would already be over on a TKO. But he maintained the grind with his glove still forced into her face he pushed her back into the corner. He threw another knee and despite her toned body, she sagged further. All the fight smashed out of her body by Jason’s cruel assault. He shoved her back, releasing his grip Jason stepped back and threw a left hook to her face which she somehow covered before he dropped down a level and slapped another left hook into her unprotected body, working the area he’d already tenderised with his knees. She folded and went to the floor clutching her sides. Jason moved back to a neutral corner as Collete stepped in and began the count. Wincing Nikki rose on eight.

“You don’t want to stop this?” Jason questioned Collette.
“She met the count so the match continues…Fight”

Nikki extended her glove toward Jason in acknowledgement and the fight was back on.

Nikki’s right hand side was already an angry red, it looked like a side of tenderised steak. It was clear she’d not been hit like that before and despite her obvious respect, Jason was in no mood to offer mercy. Nikki shot forward again, attempting to go for a double leg takedown, obviously fancying her chances more on the mat than trading punches but Jason sidestepped and caught her with a knee that smashed into her her lowered head as she charged.

The strike drew blood beneath Nikki’s eye and when she instinctively put her hand to comfort her eye Jason was already behind her. Taking her back and locking his left arm round her throat and using it to brace his right which he worked as a lever. Difficult with the larger boxing gloves but not impossible, Jason shifted his weight backwards and pulled Nikki off her feet and onto the floor where he wove his legs round hers in a grapevine. The pressure on her shins from the larger fighter was excruciating and Jason once more forced the back of his glove into her face shutting off the flow of oxygen and essentially smothering her with the boxing glove.

Nikki panicked and thrashed before tapping frantically on the floor in submission ending the fight. Jason released the hold and gently kicked her off of him. Nikki lay panting on the floor, a light film of sweat glistening across her sodden body, the cut round her eye still bleeding.

Collette walked into the centre of the ring and helped Nikki to her feet then gestured for Jason to join them. Taking each fighter by the hand she announced to the empty room “Your winner via rear naked choke submission in the second round….Jason”. Collette lifted Jason’s arms in victory to the appreiation of no one. Nikki gamely clapped her gloved hands together and gave Jason a little hug before exiting the ring.

Alone for a moment in the ring Collette turned to Jason.. “You gave her quite a beating young man, you’ve strong clinch game”
“It’s no more than she’d have liked to give me had she been able” Jason replied gruffly but making a mental note of Collette's analysis. She knew something of technique evidently.

Collette raised an eybrow. Jason took some time to have a proper look at her. The woman had a complexion like silk caramel and her close cropped grey hair and white catsuit were offset beautifully by the rich quality of her skin. The outfit accentuated her physique flawlessly, it looked almost as though it had been painted on. She was very attractive despite her obvious seniority. In fact her maturity only added to her appeal. She spoke with a measured cultured accent that hinted at an expensive education. An older woman, in that kind of physical condition? Hanging out in a place like this? The plot thickened.

“So now what?” Jason asked her.

She reached up to his mouth to remove his gumshield and offer him some water.

“Catch your breath and get a little rest because despite her name, when Mercy comes through that door in a minute…well, you can expect to receive none”

“Great” Jason groaned


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Five minutes later a distant door slammed and a large figure stalked the room. She climbed confidently into the ring wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up casting shadow across her face and a pair of black and white Everlast boxing trunks. Fists already taped she was clearly a heavy set girl with a stream of fierce tattoos down her pale legs. He thighs were thick and the trunks sat a little tighter on her than perhaps they should have. She walked to her corner and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head.

Mercy was a big strong looking girl, standing at about 5’9 and 98kg. She had the look of someone who didn’t sleep well at night, her piercing blue eyes had a wild feral look. Her dyed black hair was styled into ox horns and a stern fringe. She wore a black cotton wifebeater vest that just about contained her ample chest. A muffin top was pushed up by her slightly ill fitting trunks and in turn her vest rode up a little so a little belly was visible. She stared at him with cold fury and started shadow boxing. Despite her size she was light on her feet. Her combinations crisp and fast, her movements fluid.

She walked over to her corner where a resurfaced Nikki was now waiting with a pair of black 12 oz Reyes lace up boxing gloves.

“Nikk-eh why do I even have to use gloves on this cunt? It’s like taking a shower in an anorak… I want to open him up, God -uh”
Collette was in the centre of the canvas “fighters to the middle of the ring please”

“Put this in and shut up” Nikki shoved a black mouthguard between Mercy’s sullen lips. She then turned around to face Jason, walking right up to him and getting in his face.

“Let’s see if you still feel tough boxing someone more your size ya big prick” she snarled at him through her mouthguard..

Collete smiled wryly “Steady Mercy. Ok guys this is to be a three round boxing match. No kicks, no grappling beyond the standard clinching OK? When I say break you break. Defend yourself at all times, now go to your corners and wait for the bell.”

At this close distance Jason could see just how wild she looked. This one was gonna be more of a handful than Nikki, he could tell. He put his gloves out to touch Mercy’s and she smashed them away with her own before backing into the corner.

The bell rang and Collette shouted “Box”
Mercy came stalking out of her corner scowling and banging her gloves together, her guard was tight and her shoulders hunched. ‘This ones gonna be tough” Jason thought. No fancy moves or no posture with this girl…she was here to fight.

Mercy was snorting like a bull and she charged straight at Jason. No tentative feeling out or testing the guard… she boxed him good and hard with a succession of fierce jabs crunching through the shelter of his defence and breaking his gloves back into his face, before throwing a massive overhand right. If it had connected it was surely a knockout punch. It didn’t catch him flush but there was enough force behind it to send him onto the back foot. Mercy didn’t falter nor relent and carried on powering forward with the same combination, the heavy jabs rocking him and again. Each punch landing with a stinging thwack of leather on battered skin, almost catching him out with that atomic right.

As he pivoted away from her he threw a combination of his own with a vicious right hook to the breadbasket swiftly pursued by landing a surprise left hook that Mercy turned into. The blow banged hard against her cheek… Jason saw the punch land in slo-motion, as his boxing glove cracked against blushed flesh, sending waves of impact rippling across her milky skin her face screwing up in an exquisite scowl of pain as her lips rolled back and spit erupted from between black rubber and lolling tongue. She staggered sideways, her thick painted legs wobbling, her arms outstretched searching for balance. Righting herself she smiled back and nodded at Jason hunching her shoulders and banging her gloves together

“That was fucking GOOD, lets have some more of that” she snarled with wide eyed visceral delight.

She reset her and stalked him down again a little more tentatively than before, cutting the ring in half she knew how to intimidate with her size. Her head weaved from side to side like a charmed cobra, never breaking eye contact. Mercy had enjoyed learning her lesson and wanted to return the favour.

Jason was nervous. He’d thrown some solid leather at her and she’d just absorbed it, he could see he’d hurt her with the punches but she just seemed more intent on fighting. As though it were simply the act of combat rather than winning or losing that set her on fire.

“Come on, come and box with me you fucking pussy, come and get knocked out again” she laughed at him rolling her shoulders and shifting her stance to look for an opening. She leant forward rolling her hips, seeking a hairline fracture in his defence to exploit.

Her words riled him as they were intended to do and his temper frayed, and he opened up to throw a crunching hook into her face, he groaned with exertion as he punished her with the blow, throwing everything into knocking her out. She took the punch on her jaw like a champion and rolled with the impact of it, cleverly using the blow to position her correctly to unleash a twisting uppercut into Jason’s exposed jaw that struck his chin with an almighty crack like a 12 Oz lightning bolt. Jason’s head snapped back so fast on his spine that it should have given him whiplash, sweat spiralling off of him from the power of Mercy’s punch. Somehow he stayed upright but he was swaying, finding it hard to focus on her he leant in to grip her up and she leapt at the chance to clinch wrestle, to use her strong body against someone of equal strength for once.



As they clinched, both breathless and verging on exhaustion she leant into his ear, using her left glove to push his head closer to her mouth
“C’mon babes lets take these gloves off and fight proper” she said in her thick congested northern accent “I just want to cut you open. I know you can take it” She used her weight to bully him back into the corner and then pushed in on him, forcing her knee between his legs, making him take her weight. Her body was flushed red and emitting volcanic heat, she’d thrown one arm around his waist, the other working his gut with stiff punches, sweat ran off the clinched pair and soaked into Mercy’s glove, the proximity and pressured violence causing perspiration to run into both fighters eyes. Jason’s slight height advantage offered little opportunity for control as Mercy wrestled herself into a dominant position, wrapping both thick arms around him in a tight bear hug and using the top of her own skull has a weapon and pushing it up into Jason’s jaw from below, forcing his head back and to the left and slackening his grip.
“That’s it cunt, c’mon fight”, she muttered more to herself than her opponent. Jason could feel the satin of her trunks cool against his inner thigh…a welcome contrast of flavours, a relief from the molten heat of her torso and the sodden weight of the Reyes gloves pounding into his gut.

Ding ding. The bell rang out and Collete insisted ‘cmon break, back to your corners”

Mercy squeezed harder then let go and as they came out of the clinch she threw a nasty right to Jason’s face. He recoiled “what the fuck” and she skipped back to her corner like a little girl before extending both arms onto the ropes and blowing him kiss.

Christ that was a tough round. That had drained him. Mercy was strong as hell and clearly didn’t give too much of a fuck about the Marquis Of Queensbury nor his ruleset. He’d fought a lot of different people male and female over the years but that had to have been one of the hardest three minutes he’d endured.

Mercy was reclining in her corner, Nikki throwing water down her throat from a small squeeze bottle. “You’re doing great Mercy, keep pressuring him. I don’t think he knows how to handle you”
Mercy grunted as she swallowed the water then turned and said. “Nik-eh that bastard is so strong and can take really a punch but I won’t lie, this fight? It’s really fucking turning me on”

Nikki raised an eyebrow.. “Really? You wanted to cut him open before and now you wanna be his girlfriend, who even are you?”

Mercy snorted water out of her nose in amusement. “I don’t want to marry him and I still want to cut him but I would definitely fuck him once we was done in the ring”

“Classy” Nikki grumbled “maybe try and control yourself and get this wrapped up in the second round huh?” She shoved the gumshiled back through Mercy’s grinning lips and gave her a light slap across the face to fire her up “Give him Hell”.

Jason was breathing heavily in his corner with no support. Collette came over and nodded at him…”Water?”

“Thank you” Jason said with exhasuted sincerity.

“She loves to fight you know it gives her peace. This place, Its the only thing she has really” Collette confessed unbidden. She continued as Jason sucked down the cool water.
“Mercy’s a talented artist, so creative and imaginative but it comes from a tortured place. She started coming here a couple of years ago after her ex boyfriend went to jail. He put her in the hospital a few of times. Really hurt her physically and damaged her mentally. She’s always had some issues but that guy just destroyed her in so many ways. We’ve been helping her rebuild but its hard going. When she heard about Helen’s little sparring match with you Mercy was insistent upon you coming here.”

“Lamb to the slaughter huh?”

Something like that. Anyway, you’re up tough guy, good luck” The bell rang and Collete instructed the pair to box once more. .

Collette nodded as Mercy came striding out of her corner and invited Jason to touch gloves…as he reached to do so she threw an overhand right that smashed into his left eye socket, the hook flew in from the left and they were fighting. Jason boxed back, throwing an uppercut that glanced off Mercy’s chin as she danced back out of his range before stepping forward again keeping the pressure on, she moved around him looking for an opening.

She was grinning at him now, the scowl replaced with savage joy. Her nipples were prominent through her vest and she was hungry for the violence. The range finder jab snapped out again and as Jason leaned back to avoid it Mercy switched to southpaw and threw a devastating straight right into Jason’s exposed solar plexus, the blow winding Jason and he stiffened and winced, his mouth dropping open with the exhalation, Mercy saw her chance and fired another of her devastating uppercuts that started in her calves and pistons up with the power of a giant thrusting jackhammer. The sweat sodden glove exploding up into Jason's slackened jaw like a great white shark erupting from the fathoms and through the surface of the ocean. Jason’s gumshield spiralled out of his mouth as Mercy’s leather cudgel fist collected on the promise she’d made to box this man senseless. Jason crumpled like a string severed marionette, legs betraying him as he collapsed in a heap.

Mercy was seething, looking down at her fallen opponent, steam rising off her body like some infernal brimstone valkyrie. She still had her gloves up, shoulders still hunched as she circled his prone form, as though the realisation of her complete domination of her opponent had yet to dawn upon her.

Then she jumped up and down as realization took hold and screamed “YES”. Then was tearing at her gloves, biting into the laces with her rubber clad teeth, ripping the Reyes off one after another with feral abandon all whilst never taking her eyes off Jason who was now starting to stir. She fell upon him dropping her weight heavily on his chest as she straddled him with her pale meaty thighs. The white satin panels on the side of her trunks and waist band were both smeared with streaks of dull crimson. His or her’s it didn’t really matter now. She could feel his erection rubbing against her inner thigh and she shifted her position so that his cock pushed directly against her pussy.

Mercy started to grind herself against him slowly but firmly, his excitement rising rapidly beneath her, rubbing her left hand against her own swelling breasts and the other pulling at the waist band of Jason’s Thai trunks. Head tilted back toward the hidden sky, eyes shut as she rode the endorphin surge of victory. Not only of the flesh but of the spirit. Every leaden fist she’d smashed into the face of her opponent had felt like casting weight from her own troubled mind. In the ring she’d despised Jason, demonising him to the point where he was a punch drunk effigy of every man who’d reduced her to nothing more than, broken flesh, faulty wiring and bad chemistry.

But here now, with him lying defeated beneath her, smashed jagged upon the the rough canvas that served as the altar of her scorn her feelings had shifted. She’d poured her hatred upon his brow and now she felt…. empty. For the first time in a long time the molten anger that churned inside her like the core of a raging sun was silent and in the awning vacuum behind her eyes she felt something like a quiet peace. This man had fought her without agenda or malice and she had bested him. He had not allowed it. He had not surrendered willingly but nor had he come here with an intention to exploit her. He stood to gain nothing from this fight other than the experience. Mercy had earned her victory with her toil and her craft well honed on endless nights pounding the heavy bag until she sobbed with exhaustion and frustration. She pulled her hands away from her own breasts and Jason’s cock, and held them up in front of her all the while increasing the pressure from her pelvis and thighs. She clenched her ragged fists before her. The cloth wraps soaked through with redemptions sweat as she thrust her hips harder and faster against the unforgiving presence between her legs. A form that she had summoned within this squared circle of tense rope and stained canvas. It was like magic. A pugnacious alchemy that turned despair into absolution, like lead to gold. She shifted her position turning round and thrusting her cunt hard onto Jason’s face, searching out his hot wet mouth. She spat her own gumshiled out and started rubbing his cock through the fabric of his trunks. Slowly at first then with mounting fever as deep in her core she felt the thunder calling. She tore at his trunks, rolling the waistband down and setting free that which she sought.Taking him deeply into her mouth she started to cum as she felt Jason’s hands pulling down on her ass and he bought her off to shuddering orgasm through the wet satin of her shorts.

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