# Meeting my favorite MMA Wrestler, Gone Sexual
Becoming an MMA wrestler wasn’t easy. I had to find the legends that were giving Brazilian Jiu Jitsu classes. Put up some loans to pay for the extended training and coaching. Work all day, trained at night.
My body wasn’t a temple-it was a machine of flesh and bone. My old high school friends gaped at me, calling me the goat and a sigma male. Women stared at my body, then took a peek at my face. But none of those women were taking the spotlight from my ultimate crush, the Queen:
Amanda Lovato.
I knew her in a special way. She was the valkyrie of MMA. She is a practical woman in the interviews, but she was a lioness in the ring. She speaks for the rights and wrongs of the world and I always listened. For an athletic woman with the fiercest moves, she was practical.
Her advice about getting into MMA is how I paved my own path. She never gave up and reminded her fans not to give up either. “If they shove you, stand up and kick them.” is one of her quotes. It was on the poster on the back of my garage’s wall, where she had her hands raised high in the ring with her opponent still on the ground.
It was my inspiration. When it rained too much, I went to the gym anyway. When it was a holiday, I lifted weights in my garage. When it was a family reunion, I had it as a resting day because I would over-exert myself on the previous days.
Amanda Lovato had a decisive attitude that was sexy for anyone, but especially for a new guy like me.
After a few years on the grind, I got finally pushed through my fears and entered the amateur competition. I drove across states to where Amanda Lovato was currently competing. I got a week motel stay arranged with the owner, who was familiar with athletes and artists coming over.
I shook hands with and hung out with fellow rookies who stayed in the same motel. The motel had a bar so we hung out there. We all exchanged ideas and methods to raise or lower our weights to match the weight categories. I had to lose a few pounds and we managed to keep each other in check.
It was a Saturday afternoon when I went to the center. There was a party going on and my new buddies had gone and invited him. I hadn’t taken any drinks, except for water. The music was relatively low so everyone’s chatter was loud and echoing.
I kept looking for Amanda. There were a few of the more well-known fighters here and we got to meet them, but Amanda wasn’t among them so I decided to take a shot by leaving the party.
I went to the area of the ring. I’ve never seen it before and I wanted to check out the area. The more I knew, the more I could think of potential tactics. These fights were always at the moment— but quick thinking came from memory.
It was a high-ceiling area. The octagon was at the center. The seats were black and seats in groups of four. I head towards the nearest crowd of seats, pausing to glance at the ring.
Someone was in the middle of the ring. I paused beside one of the rows of seats. The only lights were the ones right above the cage, so it was a spotlight on the figure. A woman.
Amanda Lovato.
Her hair was up in a tight ponytail. A white sports bra held up her breasts, her nipples poking through the thin fabric. She had her hands on her hips. Her bikini was made from the same fabric as her sports bra and molded around the folds of her pussy.
I was frozen in place. I was seeing a legend, my muse. I had to shrug my shoulders and push myself to say something. But I had no words. The only thing moving was my eyes scanning her and the blood going to my groin.
“Hey,” she called out to me, pressing onto the cage. She bared her teeth, “You’re one of the rookies.”
“Yeah,” I stepped closer to the ring, which had a higher floor, so she was looking down at me. I tilted my head up. It was almost metaphorical with the mortal meeting the goddess.
“I’m a fan,” I said, as Amanda exited the ring. I walked towards the ring’s exit and I watched her step down. I smelled her natural scent.
She gave me a sweet smile, “Good. I knew you took something from me.”
“I got inspired,” I insisted, feeling enamored with her. “We’re different sexes so I can’t take *everything,* but you’re so good.”
Amanda went to one of the seats and sat there, “Okay, you got some brain cells. Get me water.”
I did as she told me, evading questions from my buddies. It was something sacred, just for me. I didn’t want them to know that Amanda Lovato was in the same building as them. It was possessiveness but also protectiveness. She was mine.
Amanda thanked me and we hung out in the seats. People would be seated here when we spar with our opponents. Amanda was going to be successful and she reminded me. Even though I never doubted her.
I wasn’t sure myself, saying: “It’s my first.”
“Oh, wow,” Amanda said. “You’re really a rookie.”
I took the chance, impulsively but with hope. I stood up from the seat and said: “We can spar right now.”
“You can’t be serious,” Amanda laughed. I didn’t laugh, so her laugh died down and her brows raised. She shook her head and said: “That’s not worth my time.”
“C’mon, you can’t beat up a rookie? You’re scared of a man?” I teased. I knew she wouldn’t resist.
She went to her feet and slapped me hard on the chest, “Shut up. I’ll do it.”
“But,” she said and gripped my arm. “Under one condition.”
I smiled, “What?”
“If you don’t last a minute, and I promise that, I can bar you into submission,” Amanda declared. “And I don’t want to hear any whining.”
I couldn’t stop smiling, “And what if I last longer than a minute?” Even though being barred into submission by her was *the* dream.
“We’ll see about that,” Amanda stalked towards the octagon, “Doubt it.”
I went to change and I returned with only my yellow and green shorts. I had gotten in shape and the image was still fresh to me. My confidence was becoming closer to a blushy teenage boy under the gaze of Amanda.
We went into the cage. We circled each other, our arms spread open. Amanda’s lips were curled up and her stance was loose. She wasn’t taking this seriously. But I would show her.
She pounced. We grappled until I hauled her off me. She caught her footing, her jaw dropping. She quickly went onto me again but I kept her from forcing me to the ground. This time, I pushed her, and I had to catch my footing as I slumbered to the wall of the octagon.
I heaved with sweat running down my body like rivers. I grinned. I made it! I went past her, towards the octagon’s door. I opened it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Amanda slammed the door closed with her shoulder, and she stalked towards me and made me back towards the center of the ring. “You earned the right to play more rounds. I don’t do more rounds. But you’re an exception.”
“What?”
She leaned close to me, “You earned it from me.” She said it with anger. It was hot.
She shoved me to the cage’s wall and pressed my shoulders to it until I was flat on it.
She yanked my shorts down. My nine-inch length hung between my legs, with my ballsack following close behind in length.
Amanda’s lips formed an *o,* and I had no doubt that she was in awe at my cock. Then she straightened and pried her sports bra from her body. Her perky breasts are a sight to behold. Next, she pulled down her bikini.
I had a second to look at her shaved pussy before she went on her knees. She grabbed my cock and spat at my tip. I shivered. She put the tip in her mouth, groaning around me and fondling my balls.
“You can’t get it up?” She mocked me. She sucked me in again, gagging and prying her mouth wide to take me in. But she couldn’t. My tip poked the back of her throat.
She retreated and spat on me again. I was growing hard but I was only half hard.
“I’m too big for you,” I said playfully. She glared at me and she continued to suckle me. I kept my moaning under my breath so I could hear her gags, she gargles to bring up more spit. Her saliva coated my cock and she still sent another ball of spit to it.
It was hard and I fought to keep my legs stable. I couldn’t stop my moans, but Amanda’s gagging and spitting were the loudest. Slivers of saliva landed on her nipples. She was staring at me as if to say, *you better fucking believe that this is real and Amanda Lovato is giving you a blowjob.*
“How are you not cumin?” Amanda said, and I felt an inflated sense of pride when I responded:
“It’s hard for me to cum.”
“What? That’s bullshit,” Amanda stroked me with her tongue taking licks around my tip. “You’re a guy, guys cum fast.”
“Do I seem like a normal guy to you?” I said because I had to be honest with myself and the world: I was a special breed. I had Amanda Lovato giving my cock some love so I was at the top of the world.
She yanked at me until I obeyed her body. She lay atop of me, my cock in her hand. She was straddling my hips. The wetness of her pussy was soft on my belly. I was growing harder and I wanted her so much.
I stayed still and obedient.
“I’m going to make you cum,” She said it. It was a challenge, it seemed.
She lifted herself and then aimed to lower herself until her vaginal lips were surrounding my tips. They were so velvety, warm, and moist. Then she grappled my shoulders and pressed her hips down. My cock entered her all at once.
She let out a groan as I filled her up to the brim. Then she raised her hips and brought herself down again. Now I was the one to moan, but she patted my cheek.
She rode me. I was on my back, watching her breasts bounce and her determined face. She was trying not to cum, I noticed. But her insides were throbbing. Her clit was full.
She began to heave and little moans came out of every breath that left those soft pink lips. Her ass was slamming on my thighs. My balls felt the cold of the ring’s floor, as did the rest of me. I reached to touch those breasts and she slapped my hands away.
She hurried her hip’s movements, “You’re co-coming.” She declared it as fact, But I heard it in her voice.
She arched her back and fell entirely sitting on my cock. She was trying to resist the orgasm that was quaking her. Her insides were pulsing around my length.
I smirked. It was the sexiest, godliest thing I have ever witnessed. She lifted herself up until my length slipped out of her. She sat on the ground and glanced at my member.
Leaking pre-cum. But not having been spilled.
“What the fuck?” Amanda pressed her fingers, two of them, inside her cunt. I was speechless as she explored her insides.
“I-I can’t hide my cum,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
She crawled towards me, the tips of her fingers leaving finger marks of her juice. She sat on my lap again, but she whirled us around until I was on her.
“Fuck me,” she ordered. I entered her in a rough thrust and she let out a loud moan. I fucked her with as much force as I could, giving it all the adoration and lust I had felt throughout the years I had known her.
“Stop,” she said and I forced myself to stop. “Get out of me.”
I slid out of her, “Is-is everything-“
“Shut,” Amanda rolled around to her belly and raised her ass, her knees spread open, “Get back in.”
I was relieved. I held up my member and slid into her pussy. She backed onto me roughly, doing all the movement. I groaned quietly and held onto her hips and sat up. I thrust back to her.
Her tan, smooth back was beautiful, so I leaned down and gave a few bites on her shoulder blade, on the curve of the top of her arm. I reach down and rub her clit. She shuddered and she orgasmed again, letting out a shaky moan.
She went down and I removed my member. She pushed me on my back. She faced the octagon’s wall and straddled my thighs. She rode onto me and I held her hips again.
Her ass bounced on me. Her pussy was still tight, sliding up and down my member. She let out grunts per thrust and I took a handle of her bottom. She didn’t stop me this time.
She changed position. I was still on the ground and now her mouth returned to suck on my cock. She bobbed her head, reaching halfway. Her hand massaged my balls, the other pumping the member she couldn’t swallow.
She was a mistress of pleasure, but my cock was steel. I brushed the floor as I couldn’t hold onto anything else. It felt too good.
She rode me in various rhythms and arcs of her hips, “You’re coming yet?”
“No,” I managed to utter. She groaned in frustration but at the same time, trying not to orgasm again. She was so easy to read up close.
We were dripping with sweat. The smell of her pussy and the musk of my pre-cum filled the air in a cloudy perfume.
Amanda raised herself and I spread her ass cheeks. I placed my cock between them, my tip pressing on her shuddering hole. She glanced back at me, waiting. So I pressed my tip inside.
“Maybe that will work,” She muttered with a shuddering breath. She snapped at me: “SHOVE IT IN.”
I rammed myself into her asshole, making her yell in pleasure and shock. I took control and continued to ram into her, her cheeks hitting my hips. She began to meet my thrusts so the fucking was even stronger.
We changed position: She sat on my lap, receiving my member while sitting and giving back. I fondled her boobs and twirled the tips. She squirmed under my touch and taunted me, as though she wasn’t under my mercy.
“Yeah, get it,” Amanda said. “Get it!”
Amanda tried to last this time. She bit her lips and tilted her head back, and I took a nibble on her neck. She shook in my hold as another orgasm took over her.
“Still?” Amanda said, and I let out a little laugh.
“Fuck,” she got off me and she held herself up on her knees. We both heaved for a long moment. Sweat ran down our bodies. The floor had puddles of sweat. The temperature had seemed to have risen since we first met up.
“Sit up,” She said. “Cross-legs.”
I raise a brow but do as told. My legs and bottom were on the floor, and my cock sprang in front of my abdomen. She sat upon it with her feet placed behind me. She hopped on my sex organ, her breasts grazing my chest. Her pussy squished up and down. I was groaning more this time.
We lasted like this for a bit. Amanda groaned in frustration and got off me. She laid back on her side and I went to her. She lifted her leg and I inserted myself inside her. She grits her teeth with me pounding into her.
I reach for her clit and rub it. I spread my hand to include her vaginal lips. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and let out grunts. She couldn’t move like that so I took control. I nibbled on her calf.
“F-fuck, don’t you,” She tried to argue, but her voice was stopped by her squirting over the floor. My fingers got coated with it. She freezes in orgasmic bliss and I caress the squirting across her thighs.
I knew the routine so I removed myself from her. She heaved, her body open for me to see unapologetically. Her wetness pooled out of her pussy lips. Her sexy ass splayed on the ground. The sex around her boobs. Her hair framed her face, which had a tense expression.
She shifted to her stomach, “get it in~”
I mounted her. I held myself up by my elbows, which were placed beside her arms. I thrusted into her asshole. My lubed-up cock with lubrication from her own pussy. She grunted every time I fucked in. My hips slapped her big ass cheeks, and so did my balls.
“You’re so tight~” I muttered. I rode my thrusts into her and I had to slow down. I was so close. But I wasn’t going to lose. Even if she was so tight, warm, and the perfect fleshlight to my cock.
My bare chest laying on her soft, silky back. I leaned my chin on her shoulder and her hair brushed my cheek. The smell was flowery in the grounded way. Elbows and arms ached, so I asked:
“Change position?”
“Oh, this isn’t enough for you?” She elbowed me on my arm. I fell to the side and sat up immediately. Somehow, after being pounded by my big dick, she got to her feet. She waddled to the wall of the octagon. Curved her back. Spread her asscheeks and pussy lips open.
“Get over here,” She gave me a little smile. It was surprisingly cute. I always thought she was hot, cute, sexy. But she had been tough so far. I hurried to her even when my body screamed in exhaustion.
I pinned her to the wall with my cock. I shoved it all into her pussy. My hands gripping her hips. Using my feet to position myself against her. She arched on me and let out groans and moans. I slapped her ass twice.
I grabbed her leg and lifted it. Amanda’s body trembled and her mouth released moans that echoed in the room. I thrusted into her faster. And faster.
I switched holes and slapped her ass again. We were fucking like animals with the octagon as our jungle. Her tight hole took me in easily as sweat, saliva, and her vaginal moisture made it easy.
She squirted down both of our legs. She pushed us off the wall and I stumbled back. I knew I was going to fall so I let her go and landed on my butt.
She lowered herself alongside me, her back on my chest. She edged upwards, laying atop me.
“Inside, now,” She said. I managed to prep my cock under her body, up her vagina. She sunk onto me. She let out a breath interlaced with a sexy whine. I had seen this position in porn, but it was real now. I was living a fantasy.
She went up and down on me. She never reached the base of my member, only getting halfway. She had a stiff face and she must’ve felt challenged to take all of me in. She held herself up by my shoulders to a higher level, then fell on my cock. She let out a loud yap that made my cock throb and twitch inside her.
She continued, going up until her pussy’s lips reached the middle of my length, then dropped. Her movement was slow and sensual. I reached toward her chest. I wrapped my hands around her tits. It was so sensual, almost tender.
But her frustrated groan reminded me of the situation. She increased the rhythm, slamming herself on me. “You’re going to cum.” She stated it as a fact.
Oh, it was. But it was on my terms, not hers. I let her have hope. I let out my low moans that were under my breath but loud enough to echo.
“You lasted long,” She said, and she nodded to me. The pre-cum had increased so the top of my cock resembled a volcano of semen. “Alright, you do not tell anyone this. I have a reputation to uphold and you love to stare at me fighting sexy women, right?”
“Whatever you say,” I responded.
“You made me cum a few times so,” She licked her lips, “You get to face fuck me.”
My breath left me. Face fucking Amanda Lovato. This was the best time of my life and this was the grand finale.
“But,” she raised her hand. “Only if I get to spit on it so I can fit you in.”
She couldn’t fit me on her own, so I doubted it would work with me fucking her with more strength. But we made it this far as it was. I smirk. I would get control this time and let out a decade of fanboying, lust, and admiration for her.
She opened her mouth and enveloped her mouth around my member. I gripped her hair and fucked into her mouth. I couldn’t fit my entire length. I kept fucking her mouth, getting closer and closer to cumming.
She slapped my thighs to make me slow down, so I hesitated and she backed up. She coughed. Then she spat on my cock and took me in her mouth.
I rolled my hips onto her. “ You thought you would win! But you thought!”
She tapped my hip and I let her back up. She cleared her throat and I pushed her to take in my cock and continued fucking her.
“This is what you get,” I groaned, “This is what you get for being so cocky. Take that cock~ You thought you could outlast me. Fuck~”
She patted my leg, so I let her go. She spat and hacked to the floor instead of me this time.
She smirked up at me, “Don’t I deserve to jack off your cum on me? For all that fucking I let you do~”
“Sure. It’s the least I could do.” I smirked.
She took my cock in her hands and squeezed it. She pumped it, tightening her hold. Pre-cum spilled over her fingers. She took a lick off it and my cock twitched. I was getting closer and closer.
“It’s coming!!” I yelled, and the fattest load spilled over her face. Her breasts were spotted with my semen. I tense my legs so I don’t fall. She’s covered in cum from head to knee.
Amanda wiped her eyes to look at me with a hard stare, “Okay, out of my octagon!”
I still smile and pick up my shorts. I had put on my shorts and left the cage. I passed by the seats we had sat on earlier and picked up my water bottle.
“And maybe, maybe down the road I’ll hire you as my sparring partner!” She said, right before I walked out.
Instead of going back to the main party, I went to the motel. I dodged anyone who recognized the smell of sex, sweat, and pussy. I showered and got to bed, to stroke myself at the memories of the octagon.
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