ELIZA STORM. SEX-FIGHTER. Eliza Storm knew that her next match would make or break her as a sex-figh

ELIZA STORM. SEX-FIGHTER. Eliza Storm knew that her next match would make or break her as a sex-fighter. She had lost her previous three matches, the last being a 5-0 rout that she had barely walked away from. Her clit was still pulsing from the expert licking she received from Victoria Sparro and that insane tongue of hers. Not to mention the pounding she got from the bitch’s husband, Jake, afterwards. Eliza needed a win. Another in her string of losses and she would be kicked down to the minors. That meant more cheap motel rooms and pimple assed perverts. She would quit rather than go back to that. She would even go back to fucking clients of her old Real Estate boss for a piece of the commission. In desperation she turned to, of all people, her brother. David was the one that had originally taken her cherry after all. She still remembered how hot it felt as that big cock of his had almost, but not quite, lost its load in the tightest pussy he had ever felt. His words, not hers. David was a stud. He had fucked most, if not all, of her girl-friends and had a little black book filled with more-than-willing pussies that would fuck him at a phone call. Hell, he should be the one in the League, not her, but he was more than happy fucking half the women at the college on his way to his medical degree. David had always pushed her to be her best. They met in their favorite diner and sat in the corner booth as she confessed her problem to him. David smiled that crocodile smile of his and asked how long they had until her next match. She was still blushing, still shy in front of her older brother, and told him she had only three weeks. He had leaned back, finishing his dark roast, and told her it wasn’t long but it would be enough. But only if she was ready to obey him, to follow every command without question. She had no idea what he meant by that but she agreed. The next morning, David showed up at her tiny apartment on the east side and almost at once she knew that he was no longer just her brother. She was wearing her normal work-out clothes; sweats, sneakers, and a Metallica T-shirt with her hair in a loose pony-tail. He looked her up and down slowly and the look of disapproval on his face almost made her shudder. With a clam and even voice he told her that it would simply not do. She was going to get fucked today. Fucked by hard, eager cocks. And she was going to have to inspire each one of them to be hard and eager for her. She was not going to do that dressed like a 12yr old who just got out of bed. He told her to follow him as he marched into her bedroom and attacked her closet. Her clothes went flying across the room as her brother mumbled what utter shit taste she had in clothes. Finally, he picked out a little red flare dress she got at Target and a set of spiked pumps she had rarely ever worn. He told her she had exactly ten minutes to get her hair and make-up done and get dressed. There was an ‘or else’ in his voice that she did not want to think about as she headed obediently towards the bathroom. She had never been afraid of her brother. A lot of other emotions sure; love, respect, and even lust especially after that cherry-popping fucking he gave her that almost ended in her having his baby in her belly. This was something new. She bushed her hair long along her shoulders and applied just the slightest hint of make-up. Even using that bright red lipstick which she knew he liked so much on other girls. She thought about what he had said about fucking all those hard, eager cocks and had to press her fingers hard on her hot little clit hoping his would be one of them. She grabbed the vanity with one had as she fought to hold back even the slightest moan, biting her lip as her little Miss poked out of its hood, hoping to find the throbbing object of her day dream. It was already hard between her fingertips and she yearned to give it what it so badly needed. But she only had a few minutes left and knew David would be angry if he thought she was wasting time masturbating while he was waiting patiently in the next room. The dress fit perfectly. She did not need a bra her tits being a perfect and very firm 34C. The dress showed just enough of her cleavage and was short enough to show off her long legs. She was proud of her legs, long and tan from jogging a thousand miles across the beach front, getting wanton stares from all the guys and most of the girls she passed. She slipped on a pair of red lace panties and slid into the pumps. Before leaving the bathroom, she checked herself once in the mirror. Fucking hot, she thought, smiling to the blonde man-eater looking back at her. Those cocks didn’t stand a chance. As Eliza walked back into the bedroom, David was waiting there, cigarette between his fingers. For some reason, she always loved the smell of his cologne and tobacco. It felt safe somehow. Just knowing he was in the room.  Big brother always there to protect her. He stood, nodding his approval, walking slowly around her as if inspecting his property. She could feel him behind her now, his breath along her bare shoulder. She could smell is scent even stronger now and bit the corner of her lip again as she felt little Miss responding, pressing against the silky lace of her panties. “You look beautiful, Eliza. Beautiful. But tell me. Just the dress. Just the shoes. Just what I told you. Correct?” His voice drifted over her ears like warm chocolate, deep and rich. Pleased. “Yes. Just what you told me.” Eliza stood up straight, stretching her legs, just knowing he was looking. “And my panties, of course.” “Of course?” His voice was backing off. Just a few inches but she could tell something was wrong. “Tell me. Did I say that you should be wearing panties? I don’t remember saying that.” Eliza was nervous for some reason. In front of her own brother. It felt strange and frightening at the same time. “They are red ones. Lace. You’ll like them, David. Lace and pretty …” “Take them off. Now.” Warm chocolate, deep and rich, yes. Firm and demanding. “But …” Eliza’s fingers were already travelling up along her thigs under her dress. Her fingers hooking along the waist of the offending panties. “Now.” She pulled them down along her legs. They already had a dark spot of pussy-juice spreading across the crotch. Eliza prayed that he had not noticed as she crumbled it up into a ball in her hands. Her chin was quivering, as it always did when she was nervous. What the fuck was she doing? What the fuck was he doing to her? “Good. Now you are ready. David crushed his cigarette into a mall ashtray she had laying around from a trip to Miami, a grotesque little thing covered with dolphins and mermaids. Then he took the panties from her and placed them in his suit pocket. “My car is downstairs. You are going to come with me. You will not ask any questions. You will not say one word. Not one word. You are going to sit quietly in the car and look like the hot-as-hell little slut I always knew you would be. Am I understood?” Eliza nodded, transfixed by the strangeness of the moment. No. not one word. She nodded quietly, like a good little hot-as-hell slut. “One last thing.” His hands were around her throat, no, it was some kind of cloth choker. It felt tight for a moment but then it felt comfortable. Eliza’s mouth dropped as the realization hit her. “You will be the only slut there, Eliza. My slut. Obeying only my voice. There will be lots of guys though. Lots of hard and eager cocks for you to drain dry with that body of yours. They are going to want to fuck you in every way imaginable. You are going to let them. Then you are going to make them cum, my hot little slut, until they are begging you for mercy. But you are not going to show them mercy, are you?” David took her chin, quivering in his fingers as he looked hard into her eyes expecting an answer. She shook her head quickly. No. No, she wouldn’t. No mercy. Hot little slut. No mercy. David smiled that crocodile smile again. The one she loved so much. “If there is one guy left in that room that can get it up after you are finished I will be very disappointed in you. Do you understand that?” Eliza nodded quickly, fervently. There was no way she wanted to disappoint him. Never. Obey only his voice. No mercy. The words swirling through what was left of her mind. Her brother smiled and led her to the stairs and down to his waiting convertible. The day was sunny and bright and the street filled with people, neighbors too, who could not help but stare at the long- legged slut in the short red dress getting into his car. It was the same at the hotel. She forced herself to look straight ahead as dozens of eyes followed her to the elevators. She knew what she looked like. Spiked red pumps, short dress, blazing red lips. Shit she was lit up like a whore and she could feel it, her blush racing down her neck matching the rude color of the dress. It excited her. If only he could feel how wet she was becoming under the stares of so many strangers. Horrified she found herself squeezing her pussy walls just to feel a trickle of juice run hotly down her thigh for all to see. His hot-as-hell little slut. It was a relief when they finally got to the room. Thankfully, the hallway was empty. He guided her to a door at the end of the hall. David was behind her again, his hands resting gently around her waist, his voice resonating just inches from her ear. Eliza squeezed her thighs together tightly, already feeling her pussy-lips swelling in arousal. “Now here are the rules. Beyond this door there will be men waiting for you. I’ve told each one what an insatiable fuck you are. Hottest mouth, hottest cunt, hottest ass on the god-damned planet. You are not going to disappoint me.  Your next opponent loves blowjobs. Has a weakness for them. You are going to go in there and take everything those cocks have to give you. Then you are going to finish them off with your mouth. Each day I’m going to have another bunch of cocks for you. By the time you get to your match you are going to be able to suck any cock into submission. Only one rule. No swallowing their cum. That little pleasure I reserve for myself.” David’s hand had slid up her waist to her neck and he was pressing her head back along his shoulder. He was looking down into her scared eyes with a calm heat she had never seen in him before. His lips were so close to hers. If only. Just a taste. “The moment you step through that door, you are no longer little Eliza. You are the world’s hottest, hungriest sex-fighter. Do you understand, my slut? You may say ‘yes’.” “Yes.” Yes, yes, yes. Anything, yes. Eliza could feel her legs quivering helplessly. She was so proud of her legs. That beautiful predator’s smile of his. Fuck. David opened the door with his hotel key. It was a large suite. The nicest the hotel had to offer. Only the best for his little sister. And there were guys there. Lots of guys. Tall. Short. Thin. Muscular. All of them fit. And naked. And stroking their growing cocks. All of them were wearing masks, those sexy Venetian kinds that hid the features. But she could tell who a few of the were. The one with the bright shock of red hair. The one with the skull-and-dice tattoo. Another with the heavy scar down his fore-arm. David’s fraternity friends. His professors from college. Only the best, the strongest, the hardest. All of them drooling over the goddess that now walked among them. She looked one last time into David’s eyes, seeing her big brother there again. Seeing a new emotion mixed in there with all the shit he had been giving her. It was pride. She reached down behind her back, giving his hand a squeeze. Yes. I love you. Thank you. Smiling her crocodile’s smile, the world’s hungriest sex-fighter went to work. -- source link

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