FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (3 page)

Chapter Eight

Cassie’s eyes shot open wide.

Did she just hear that right?

“Her boobs?” Just in case she hadn’t, Magnus was very kindly repeating himself. “Do you want me to sign them?

Cassie sat there, stunned.

She’d never heard anything like it in her life. It was crass. It was cheap. It was slutty.

She gulped dryly, and squirmed in her seat. Her pussy was quivering.

“C-Cassie?” Rich was turning to his wife, and looking at her quizzically. “D’you want to? Y’know… For fun?” And his face was so open and genuine that Cassie almost felt
bad
at the thought of turning her husband down.

And then, as she sat there, the vodka continued doing its work and Cassie began considering Magnus’ question a little more critically.

Sign her boobs? Why the fuck not?

She realized that this Magnus guy clearly thought she was cute. The fact that her panties were practically dripping confirmed that the feeling was mutual.

Maybe it would be fun!

Just a quick, careless, irresponsible bit of fun. Something for her and Rich to joke about in years to come. I mean, they were only
boobs
, right? So what if Magnus saw them?

Her pussy throbbed.

In fact, it might be kind of
nice
if Magnus saw them. Kind of a treat to show off her breasts to somebody other than her husband.

“Okay,” Cassie grinned. She stood up, and her cheeks turned pink. “Grab your cell-phone and take a quick picture.” And then she stepped over to Magnus, and stood in the shadow of this towering, powerful man. “S-so… How do we do this?”

Magnus grinned, and leered down at the tiny blonde wife.

“Here,” he grinned. “Allow me.”

And then he reached down with his huge hands, and tucked his massive thumbs into the straps of Cassie’s tank top, and slowly peeled the spaghetti straps off her slender shoulders.

“Fuck me,” Rich breathed, as he struggled to activate the camera on his cellphone.

Magnus grinned, and pulled the straps of Cassie’s top down further. She gasped, as inch after inch of skin was exposed. Looking up, she found herself caught in Magnus’ intense grey eyes, and she felt a shudder run through her whole body.

Pop! Out sprang Cassie’s breasts – pale, and pert, and topped with little brown nipples as hard as pencil erasers.

“Well,” Magnus grinned. “What a
beautiful
canvas to work on.”

And then, grabbing Cassie’s slender shoulders, the massive fighter wheeled her around so she was facing her husband.

“Smile for the birdie,” Magnus grinned, tearing the top off the Sharpie with his teeth. “I’ve got to get writing.”

Chapter Nine

Magnus felt blood rushing to his cock.

This
was the addictive part of it all.

This
was like the moment you caught a cage-match opponent in your arms.

From here on in, it was all like a game of chess – plotting three moves ahead and manipulating your opponent into doing
exactly
what you
wanted
them to do.

In MMA, that meant thinking three wrestling moves ahead, so by the time your opponent thinks they’ve wriggled out of one grapple, they realize they’ve wriggled themselves
into
a much more vulnerable position.

Or, in the case of Cassie and her husband, while they thought
they
were being reckless and free-spirited, Magnus was actually manipulating them into doing what
he
wanted.

“Okay, say ‘cheese’!” Rich leered, and snapped a photo of Cassie’s bare breasts with his cell-phone.

“Rich!” Cassie’s cheeks burned red. “He hasn’t even written anything yet!”

“Don’t blame him,” Magnus grinned, reaching down with his big hands. “You have beautiful breasts. You can’t blame him for wanting a photo of them.”

Cassie’s cheeks burned red.

“Here,” Magnus turned a little, and positioned himself next to Cassie. He was towering over her, and she was like a tiny doll beneath his shadow. “Let me write.”

And then Magnus grabbed one of Cassie’s breasts in his massive hand, and heard her moan as she felt his calloused palm on her smooth, soft skin.

“Huuuungh,” Cassie bit her lip, and squirmed a little where she was standing. Magnus grinned as he watched. She was rubbing her thighs together; and he thought he knew why.

“Stand still,” the huge Norwegian grinned, and then he squeezed Cassie’s breast to make the skin taut, and wrote his signature in black Sharpie across both breasts.

Cassie closed her eyes and groaned as she felt the wet ink scribbled over her chest.

“There!” Grinning, Magnus took a step back and admired his handiwork. “Not bad, even if I do say so myself.”

Opening her eyes, Cassie looked down and saw the writing on her boobs. Then she looked up, and found Rich zooming in with his cell-phone camera.

A little drunkenly, Cassie smiled playfully, and then pulled Magnus in so that Rich could take a picture of both her and him. Rich obliged happily, snapping off a half-dozen shots.

“Wow,” the drunken husband grinned. “Just wait until the guys back home see
these
.”

“Rich!” Cassie squealed with mock-embarrassment. “You can’t show them my
tits
!”

“Oh, come on,” Rich pleaded. “This is Magnus-fucking Bjorn here!”

Magnus laughed, his chest rumbling. Wrapping his arm around Rich’s tiny wife, he grinned for the camera and said: “Take another! Come on!” And then he squeezed one of Cassie’s breasts, and she giggled and squealed playfully.

“Wow!” Rich’s eyes were wide. He snapped some more photos.

The three of them were laughing playfully – although Cassie and Rich were a little hysterical. Magnus grinned wolfishly as he listened to them; knowing that the vodka and the atmosphere was stripping their inhibitions.

That’s when he decided to up the ante.

“Okay, okay,” the big Norwegian laughed. “You guys have had your fun. But there’s a
price
to pay for that photo.” 

Cassie and Rich exchanged curious glances. Still chuckling, Rich turned to the MMA fighter and asked: “Price? What’s the price?”

And that’s when Magnus’ arms curled around Cassie’s slender waist, and he pulled Rich’s wife close to him.

“Your wife’s going to have to give me a
kiss
.”

Chapter Ten

“A kiss?”

Rich and Cassie laughed nervously again, and Cassie giggled as she squirmed in Magnus’ iron grip.

But the big man’s grip
was
iron, and after a second or two, Cassie looked up nervously as she realized Magnus wasn’t letting her go.

“Just a little kiss,” the Norwegian laughed, with steely intensity.

Cassie glanced nervously at Rich. Rich was looking back at her with a little bit of concern in his eyes.

But the vodka was swilling around in his stomach, and his wife’s breasts were out on display, so Rich swallowed his concern and laughed: “It’s Magnus Bjorn, baby. A little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

Cassie giggled, squirming in the big man’s grip.

A little kiss
wouldn’t
hurt, right? And she wasn’t going to lie; it’s not as if she wasn’t feeling a little… ahem…
excited
by everything that had been going on that evening.

Her panties had been damp watching Magnus punch his opponent across the room.

Now she was topless, with the big man mauling her tits, Cassie’s panties were practically soaked.

“C’mon,” Rich was alarmingly game for this. “It’s Magnus Bjorn. Wouldn’t you like to boast that you’d kissed the Norwegian Oak?”

Cassie giggled.

“Okay, okay,” the pretty blonde laughed. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Magnus grinned, and lowered his head so that she could reach his lips.

Giggling, Cassie gave her husband a playful wink, and then looked up at the looming figure of Magnus Bjorn, and stood up on her tip-toes.

She gave him a quick, chaste peck on the lips.

“There,” smiling triumphantly, Cassie dropped back down onto the soles of her feet. “Your kiss, sir.”

Magnus laughed wolfishly.

“You call that a kiss?” He laughed.

Cassie’s cheeks burned red.

“Yo, Mr. Thompson,” Magnus turned his head, and grinned devilishly at Cassie’s eager husband. “Mind if I take a
real
kiss from your wife?”

Rich blinked – as if he wasn’t sure he was
entirely
comfortable with the direction this ‘meet-and-greet’ was taking…

But then again, he’d said it himself. This was Magnus-
fucking
Bjorn!

Rich turned to Cassie.

“You okay with giving him a
kiss
, kiss?”

Cassie snorted, her cheeks turning red. Then she saw the look in her husband’s eyes, and realized he was
serious
.

And then she giggled, thinking how wild and crazy it would be to
actually
kiss this famous MMA fighter.

“O-okay,” she giggled nervously, and looked up into Magnus’ steely blue eyes. She puckered her lips, ready for a kiss.

Magnus lifted her up in his arms, and pressed his mouth wetly against hers.

Chapter Eleven

“Woah,” Rich gasped, as he watched this 6’9” giant pick his wife up off the floor, and crush his mouth on hers.

“Mmmmmph!” Cassie mumbled, and then swooned in Magnus’ enormous arms.

Magnus wasn’t screwing about. The moment Rich had given permission; he was already plotting how to go in for the kill – as if he was wrestling back in the cage. He knew he had to get this kiss
just right
; because if he did, the pretty blonde wife would be
his
.

So, like a relentless predator, he literally scooped Cassie off the floor, and devoured her.

His lips crushed hers, and his tongue forced her mouth open. For a second, Cassie’s eyes shot open wide and he felt her go tense in his arms… But then the overpowering passion of the kiss overwhelmed her, and Cassie melted into it and her whole body went limp in Magnus’ arms.

He grinned,  relentlessly making out with this little blonde wife. She tasted delicious, and the way her body writhed in his arms was incredibly exciting.

Eventually, reluctantly, Magnus pulled his mouth away and licked the taste of Cassie from his lips.

She hung limply in his arms – looking up at Magnus with a drunken smile on her bruised lips. Her eyes were wide. She was totally helpless to his desires now.

If Cassie’s husband hadn’t been in the room, Magnus would have thrown Cassie onto the daybed in the corner and fucked her right then and there – and she’d have begged for it.

But situations like this were like the final moments of a cage match – they required subtlety and strategy.

With Cassie still hanging limply in his arms, Magnus turned to her astonished-looking husband and grinned: “You want to take another photo?”

“I-I… I’m not sure that’s the sort of photo I’d be okay showing other people…” Rich stammered.

Magnus grinned. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Rich’s cheeks burned red.

Mewling like a kitten, Cassie sighed as Magnus gently lowered her to her unsteady feet. She swayed from side to side when she landed – drunk not just on vodka any more, but also Magnus’ overwhelming masculinity.

Magnus just stood there, grinning proudly. He put his hands on his hips, and turned to face the young couple.

And
that’s
when they saw it.

Emerging from his terry-cloth robe, like a thick, knotted length of Norwegian oak, was Magnus’ enormous erection.

Chapter Twelve

“Oh,
my
!”

Cassie clamped her hand over her mouth and gasped when she saw it.

Sticking out of Magnus’ robe was his
cock
.

It was rock-hard, and thick, and veiny – as long and girthy as a man’s forearm, with a fist-shaped head the color of a ripe plum.

It was both the most magnificent – and
terrifying
– thing that Cassie had ever seen in her life.

And her husband was stunned too. 

“Oh, yes,
this
,” Magnus grinned proudly, gesturing down to his magnificent erection. “Your wife is a very
sexy
woman. It’s an entirely normal reaction, no?”

“I…” Rich stammered.

“Erm…” Cassie blinked.

Magnus’ smile widened. He nearly had them.
Both
of them.

“Everything about me is
large
,” the Norwegian grinned, standing there shamelessly displaying his turgid manhood. “What’s the matter, though? You haven’t ever seen one this big before?”

Rich and Cassie exchanged nervous glances.

Magnus laughed good-naturedly. Then his steely eyes narrowed and he turned to Cassie with a wolfish grin.

“I’ll tell you what, pretty lady,” Magnus offered. “Why don’t you
touch it
?”

“Wh-what?” Cassie blinked.

Magnus’ smile widened.

“
Touch it
,” he ordered.

And, like a robot, Cassie found herself taking a step forward, and reaching out her slender hand, and curling it around the massive, throbbing shaft of Magnus’ enormous dick.

“Oh,
my
,” she repeated, stunned by the contrast of the thick, throbbing, rock-hard stiffness, sheathed beneath smooth, soft, velvet-like skin. She instinctively stroked her little hand up and down the shaft, marveling at its thickness, and Magnus groaned in pleasure as she did so.

“Cassie!” Rich’s eyes were wide.

It was like his wife was suddenly snapped out of a dream. Cassie’s eyes widened, and she realized she was standing there, with her breasts hanging out, giving a hand-job to a man she’d only met fifteen minutes earlier.

“Oh, my God!” She sprang back, releasing Magnus’ huge cock like it was burning hot. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

“I-I think we really should be going now,” Rich nervously reached for Cassie’s hand, and they both backed towards the door.

“Nonsense,” Magnus boomed, and they both stopped.

Nervously, like gazelle cornered by a lion, the young couple turned to face the towering Norwegian.

Magnus just stood there, hands on his hips, massive cock pointing angrily at them both.

“Neither of you are going
anywhere
,” the big man growled.

It wasn’t a threat. It was a
statement
. And the moment he said it, Rich and Cassie both froze and gave each other anxious glances.

“I don’t normally offer such
personal
attention during meet-and-greets,” Magnus explained wolfishly, taking a menacing step forward. “But I
like
you two. And from the look of your wife’s nipples, and that bulge in front of your pants, Mr. Thompson, you
like me too
.”

The smile widened.

“So why don’t you both step on over here, and I’ll send you back home with a
real
memory to savor.”