Warning: This is a heavy theme erotica. Do read at your own risks.
First time doing this so if this story gets taken down by the mods, no problem.
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Unknown Location, Club House.
The dimly lit private room hummed with anticipation as Frey knelt before the prospective member, her blonde tresses cascading over her shoulders. Her voluptuous form was barely contained by the scandalous white dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The garment featured a plunging neckline that revealed the swell of her ample cleavage and high leg slits that exposed her long, toned thighs with each movement.
One shapely leg was left bare, save for the glint of a gold thigh band that accentuated its sculpted muscles. The other thigh was sheathed in a sheer black stocking trimmed with delicate lace, leading down to a soaring black stiletto heel. The lack of undergarments beneath the skimpy dress left little to the imagination.
As she pumped her fist along the prospective member's shaft, her ruby lips curved into a sultry smile, blue eyes gleaming with mischief and promise. It was clear Frey took great pleasure in her role as a tester, relishing the chance to mold fresh talent into the ranks of the esteemed Sex Club.
Ivan groaned deeply as Frey's skilled hand worked up and down his throbbing shaft, the unexpected stimulation sending jolts of intense pleasure through his body. His muscular chest heaved with each ragged breath, the defined planes of his abdomen clenching involuntarily.
He sat naked on the edge of the bed, the cool air kissing his flushed skin. His strong thighs were spread wide, allowing Frey full access to his manhood which stood proudly erect, the swollen head already glistening with precum. A dusting of light red hair covered his powerful pecs, tapering down into a treasure trail that led straight to his impressive length.
His face, framed by short red hair, was etched with concentration and building lust. Blue eyes blazed with intensity as they watched Frey work him over with such expertise. Ivan bit back another moan, determined not to come too quickly and fail this bizarre test. But damn if Frey wasn't making it difficult to hold back.
"My my, what a magnificent specimen," Frey purred appreciatively, her nimble fingers barely able to wrap fully around Ivan's thick shaft. She gave it an admiring squeeze, marveling at the rock hard heat of him pulsing against her palm. "I've seen many cocks in my time here at the club, but few that match yours in size."
Her free hand reached up to cup the heavy globe of her breast, giving it a teasing heft. "I wonder..." she mused with a wicked grin, "if these big titties could even begin to swallow up your monster dick." Frey laughed huskily at the amusing mental image.
"Mmm but we'll have plenty of time to explore that later," she murmured seductively, pumping her fist faster along Ivan's impressive length. "Right now I want to see how long you can last. Show me you're worthy of joining our elite ranks."
She leaned forward, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive tip of his cock as she spoke, voice dripping with challenge. "Let's put this fat dick to the test, shall we?"
Ivan inhaled sharply as Frey's hot breath caressed the head of his cock, the sensation almost too much to bear. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched tight as he fought valiantly to maintain control. "Fuck..." he growled low in his throat, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other gripped the bedpost beside him for dear life.
Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he struggled not to thrust mindlessly into Frey's soft hand. Every pump sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through him, stoking the flames of his desire higher and higher. Ivan knew he couldn't let himself explode prematurely - his pride wouldn't allow it. And damn if he didn't want to prove himself worthy of this elite sex club.
So he focused every ounce of his considerable willpower on holding back, even as his heavy balls drew up tight with the need for release. Muscles strained and coiled, ready to snap at any moment. Ivan panted harshly through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut as he battled the overwhelming urge to just give in.
After several long moments of Frey working Ivan's cock with expert skill, she decided it was time to up the ante. With a wicked smirk, she leaned forward until her plump lips brushed the very tip of his erection.
"You're doing well so far," she praised silkily, her warm breath washing over the sensitive head. "But I think it's time we really put you to the test, hmm?" Without waiting for a response, Frey wrapped her glossy lips around just the crown, sucking gently as her tongue flicked out to lap up the copious pre-cum leaking from his slit.
She released him with a lewd pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock for a moment. "How long do you think you can last once I start using my mouth properly? Let's find out~"
With that, Frey dove forward, taking him deep into the wet heat of her throat without warning. Her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed around him, throat muscles rippling along his length. Then she began bobbing her head, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off with wild abandon.
A strangled moan tore from Ivan's throat as Frey suddenly engulfed him to the hilt, his cock disappearing completely inside her hot, slick mouth. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving himself deeper still as his eyes rolled back in bliss. "Ohhhh fuuuck!" he groaned gutturally, hands flying to tangle in her silky blonde hair.
The sensation was mind-blowing - her talented tongue swirling around his shaft, the velvety walls of her throat massaging his most sensitive flesh, all while she sucked him with gusto. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, running down his balls and further dampening the sheets beneath him. It was pure, unadulterated heaven.
But Ivan was determined to endure, to make it past this next hurdle. So he set his jaw and bore down, channeling all his strength and discipline into maintaining control. His entire body shook with the effort, muscles straining and twitching as he teetered right on the razor's edge between ecstasy and agony. Sweat poured down his chiseled torso as he gritted his teeth, fighting tooth and nail to keep from spilling his load down Frey's eager throat.
It was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Every instinct screamed at him to just let go, to surrender to the mind-numbing pleasure and find his release. But Ivan refused to break, to succumb.
After several more intense minutes of deep-throating and sucking, Frey finally pulled off Ivan's spit-slick cock with a satisfied smirk. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. "Impressive," she purred, eyeing his still rock-hard erection approvingly. "Very few men can last that long with me going at them like that."
Rising gracefully to her feet, Frey shed her flimsy dress in one fluid motion, letting it pool around her ankles to reveal her stunning nude form in all its glory. Her massive, perky breasts bounced free, topped with dusky pink nipples already pebbled with arousal. Trimmed golden curls adorned her mound, glistening with her own moisture.
"Looks like you passed the oral exam with flying colors," she said with a wink, straddling his lap and grinding her soaked core against his rigid shaft. "Now let's see how you handle the main event..."
Frey reached between their bodies to grasp his thick base, rubbing the broad head through her slick folds and coating him liberally in her essence. Then with a roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, throwing her head back with a sharp cry as he stretched her open deliciously.
"Oooh yes... so big and hard," she keened, starting to ride him with slow, sensual undulations of her hips.
Ivan's eyes drank in the sight of Frey's stunning nakedness as she straddled him, his large hands coming up to cup and squeeze the heavy globes of her ass. He marveled at the way her body moved above him, the erotic dance of her hips as she rode him. It was mesmerizing, enticing, and Ivan felt his resolve wavering in the face of such raw feminine perfection.
But then a surge of competitive spirit overtook him. If Frey wanted to test his stamina and control, Ivan was more than happy to rise to the challenge in his own way. With a sudden burst of strength, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her backwards onto the mattress, following her down to loom above her.
"I appreciate the view, gorgeous," he rumbled, settling between her splayed thighs. "But I think it's my turn to take charge."
Without further preamble, Ivan lined himself up and thrust into her welcoming heat in one smooth stroke, stretching her exquisitely around his thick length. He set a hard, fast pace right away, hips pistoning furiously as he drove into her again and again.
Frey let out a yelp of surprise as Ivan unexpectedly pushed her down and mounted her, immediately setting a punishing rhythm that had her seeing stars. Her nails raked down his back as she struggled halfheartedly, putting on a show of resistance even as her body betrayed her true feelings.
"Heyyyy, what do you think you're doing, you big brute!" she protested with mock indignation, though her voice came out breathier than she intended. "I never agreed to let you rape me!"
Despite her words, Frey made no real attempt to escape his dominant grip, knowing it would be futile anyway with his thick cock pinning her open so thoroughly. Instead, she wrapped her long legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the small of his back to draw him even deeper.
"This isn't part of the test!" she continued to grumble, though the whimper that escaped her lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot undermined her act. Her arms came up to wind around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. "Mmmph, you're gonna regret this, mister!"
Even as she spoke, Frey started rocking her hips up to meet his fierce thrusts, silently urging him on. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing him in impossibly deeper as her arousal built rapidly under his skillful pounding.
Ivan gritted his teeth as he concentrated solely on the task at hand, determined to outlast Frey even as her sinful body threatened to undo him at any moment. He could feel the telltale tightening in his lower belly signaling his impending orgasm, but Ivan gritted his teeth and pushed through, focusing all his energy on delaying his release for as long as humanly possible.
"Oh, I don't think you want me to regret anything," he ground out between clenched teeth, sweat dripping down his temples as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. "Not when you're enjoying this so much."
To punctuate his point, Ivan shifted his angle slightly, aiming to drive into that special place inside her that he knew would make her see stars. At the same time, he leaned down to capture one of her bouncing nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking the sensitive bud.
He could feel her velvet walls spasming around him, growing tighter and slicker with every passing second as her climax approached. But Ivan refused to let himself go, even as the pleasure bordered on pain. His hips blurred with the speed and force of his thrusts, determined to wring every last drop of ecstasy from this encounter.
This was his final test, and Ivan was utterly focused on acing it. He wouldn't disappoint.
Frey gasped as Ivan's skilled mouth found her nipple, sending electric jolts of pleasure straight to her core. But she bit her lip hard, refusing to let any sound of enjoyment pass her lips, determined to maintain her facade of displeasure.
"What are you talking about? I'm not enjoying anything, you caveman!" she snapped, though there was a slight tremor in her voice that belied her words. As Ivan continued to pound into her mercilessly, Frey could swear she felt his cock swelling even larger inside her, stretching her impossibly wider.
"W-wait, stop!" she gasped out suddenly, trying to sound panicked rather than aroused. "If you cum inside me, I won't let you join the club! That's not part of the initiation!"
Of course, it was exactly what she wanted - to be filled with his hot seed, marked as his conquest. But Frey wasn't about to admit that, not yet. She had to keep up appearances, make him work for it.
Ivan's eyes flashed with determination at Frey's warning, a devilish grin spreading across his sweat-sheened face. "Oh, I don't think you can stop me, sweetheart," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "In fact, I think that's exactly what you want me to do."
He could feel his balls drawing up tight, signaling his imminent explosion, but Ivan was damned if he was going to blow before he claimed his prize. With a feral snarl, he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them back towards her shoulders, nearly folding her in half and changing the angle of his penetration drastically.
"Yes, scream for me," Ivan encouraged darkly as he pistoned into her harder than ever, his thick cockhead kissing her cervix with every brutal thrust. "Let everyone know who owns this perfect little pussy now."
He could feel the telltale fluttering of her walls as she neared the edge, but Ivan was laser-focused on his own impending eruption. Gritting his teeth, he doubled his efforts, fucking into her with animalistic fervor, determined to fill her to the brim with his potent seed.
Frey let out a choked gasp as Ivan bent her nearly in half, the new angle allowing him to plunge even deeper inside her. Her eyes flew wide open, pupils blown with lust as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her core. "Ahhn! W-wait, I... mmmf!"
She tried to protest, to maintain her aloof act, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each powerful thrust of his hips. The feel of his enormous cock hammering her g-spot relentlessly was driving her closer and closer to the precipice of ecstasy, her body trembling and arching beneath him.
"No, please... don't... ahh... cum inside..." Frey whimpered weakly, even as her nails dug into his flexing biceps, silently urging him on. Her plush lips fell slack with each impact, soft cries and moans tumbling free. She could feel the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.
"Shit, shit... I'm... I'm gonna..." she panted desperately, tossing her head side to side on the pillow. It was a losing battle, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. Any second now…
Frey's eyes rolled back in her head as her climax crashed over her, back arching sharply off the bed. A wordless cry of ecstasy tore from her throat as her inner walls clamped down HARD around Ivan's pistoning shaft, rippling and fluttering wildly.
"OHHH FUCK YES, JUST LIKE THAT!!" she wailed shamelessly, all pretense of resisting forgotten in the throes of her intense orgasm. Thick, clear fluid sprayed from her spasming cunt, drenching Ivan's groin and the sheets below as she squirted uncontrollably.
Her voluptuous body shuddered and jerked with the force of her release, hands scrabbling frantically at Ivan's sweat-slicked back. Frey's legs locked around his waist like a vice, heels digging into his clenching ass cheeks as she held him buried to the hilt inside her, desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure from his throbbing cock.
And milk him she did, as Ivan chose that exact moment to let go with a hoarse shout of completion. Frey felt his member swell impossibly larger before erupting like a geyser, painting her convulsing inner walls with jet after jet of molten hot semen. The feeling of his potent essence flooding her depths sent her spiraling into another mini-climax, prolonging her own rapture.
"AAHN YESSS, FILL ME UP!!"
Ivan let out a primal roar as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, hips jerking erratically as he pumped what felt like gallons of cum deep into Frey's spasming cunt. The feeling of her velvety walls milking him dry was almost too intense to bear, pushing him to new heights of ecstasy.
Just as the final spurts left him, Ivan pulled out with a wet pop, his semi-erect cock slapping heavily against his abs. But he wasn't finished with Frey yet. With a wicked grin, Ivan grabbed his spit-shiny shaft and began roughly stroking it, aiming the swollen head at her glistening pussy as he edged towards another release.
"Do you think I earned my spot here?" he asked darkly, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her puffy, cum-oozing slit. "Because if I didn't, I'll just have to keep going until you can't take anymore. Won't that be fun?"
Frey lay sprawled bonelessly on the bed, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath in the aftermath of her earth-shattering climax. Ivan's words penetrated the haze of satisfaction and she opened her eyes to look at him with a lazy, satisfied smile.
"You've definitely earned your place here," she purred, her voice husky from exertion. To prove her point, Frey reached down and spread her thighs wider, using two fingers to hold open her swollen labia and display the copious amounts of pearlescent cum oozing from her well-fucked hole.
"So much... so good..." she sighed happily, looking up at Ivan through lowered lashes. "You took me completely by surprise, stud. Not many men can make me squirt, let alone fill me up so perfectly. I think this calls for a celebration, don't you?"
With a coquettish wink, Frey sat up and crawled towards him on the bed, all feline grace and sinuous curves. She wrapped a hand around his still-hard cock, giving it a slow, sensuous stroke as she nuzzled into his neck.
"Why don't we get cleaned up and continue this party somewhere more... public?" she suggested with a wicked gleam in her eye. "I'm dying to show off my new favorite toy to the rest."
Ivan groaned appreciatively as Frey's soft hand worked along his sensitive shaft, sending pleasant tingles radiating outward. He tilted his head to allow her better access to his neck, a smirk tugging at his lips as he considered her proposition.
"The bar, huh?" he mused, eyes flickering with interest and a hint of trepidation. "Are you sure you're ready to put me on display so soon? Don't you need some recovery time after the thorough fucking I just gave you?"
Despite his teasing words, Ivan made no move to pull away from her ministrations, clearly enjoying the feel of her delicate fingers exploring his hardening flesh. His hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more of her touch as she stroked him expertly.
Frey chuckled lowly at Ivan's hesitant response, amused by his concern for her wellbeing. "Please, baby, I can handle anything you dish out and more," she purred confidently, giving his cock a firm squeeze. "Besides, showing off my freshly used holes covered in your cum will be half the fun."
At Ivan's request, Frey released his shaft and crawled back down his body, positioning herself between his spread thighs. She looked up at him with lidded eyes, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she extended her tongue and dragged it slowly up the underside of his cock from base to tip, lapping up their combined juices.
"Mmm, delicious," she hummed approvingly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head and flicking it against the weeping slit. "I love tasting us together."
Frey wrapped her plump lips around him and began to suckle greedily, hollowing her cheeks as she cleaned his shaft with long, slow bobs of her head. Her nimble fingers massaged his balls, coaxing out the last drops of cum as she worked diligently to bring him back to full hardness.
After thoroughly cleaning every inch of his impressive manhood, Frey popped off with a wet smack, admiring her handiwork with a pleased nod. "There we go, nice and tidy," she declared with a smirk.
Frey stood up from the bed with a languid stretch, her nude body on full display as she sauntered over to the full-length mirror. She admired her reflection with a critical eye, running her hands over her curves and smoothing down her mussed hair. The sight of Ivan's cum beginning to trickle down her inner thighs made her smirk with satisfaction.
"Alright stud, time to show you off to the world," she called over her shoulder with a wink, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the door. "Don't worry, no one will bat an eye at a gorgeous couple strolling through the bar in the buff."
As they reached the doorway, Ivan suddenly scooped up a surprised Frey and lifted her leg, impaling her on his rock-hard shaft in one swift motion. She let out a startled yelp that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he stretched and filled her once again.
"What the-" Frey panted, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as he carried her out of the room. "What do you think you're doing?" she managed to ask between gasps and whimpers as Ivan's thick cock plunged in and out of her slick heat.
Ivan just grinned wolfishly at her, not slowing his pace as he strode purposefully down the dimly lit hallway. Other patrons barely glanced their way, too caught up in their own debauchery to pay them much mind.
"I think you forgot something important, sweetheart," Ivan murmured darkly in her ear as he walked, making sure to grind his pelvis against hers with each step. "Tonight, I'm the one putting YOU on display. Everyone's going to see how thoroughly you've been claimed, how completely owned you are by my cock."
He punctuated his words with particularly sharp thrust, burying himself to the hilt and holding her suspended on his thick shaft. "So just relax and enjoy the ride, because this is MY initiation, not yours. And I plan to make the most of it."
Ivan entered the main area of the bar carrying Frey, who was impaled on his rigid shaft and whimpering softly with each step. The scene before them was one of controlled chaos - the air heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and various intoxicants.
To the right was the bar proper, a long polished counter lined with bottles of liquor and served by bartenders in skimpy lingerie. Patrons sat on stools, sipping colorful cocktails and shots as they watched the goings-on with glazed eyes.
Across from the bar was the swimming pool, crystal clear water illuminated by submerged lights casting everything in an eerie blue glow. Naked bodies floated lazily on inflatable devices while others splashed and frolicked without care.
Directly ahead was a raised stage where several women gyrated around stainless steel poles, their movements sensual and hypnotic as they contorted themselves into seemingly impossible positions. Below them on the dancefloor, dozens of writhing figures moved to the pounding bass, some fully clothed while others were as bare as the day they were born.
Scattered around the perimeter were various seating areas - leather sofas and plush armchairs grouped around low tables, occupied by couples and small groups engaged in everything from heated conversations to heated sex acts.
And finally, dominating the center of the space, was a large wrestling ring with padded mats, currently empty but waiting for its next use.
Frey panted heavily as Ivan carried her through the crowded bar, his thick shaft plunging rhythmically into her soaked pussy. The stimulation was almost overwhelming, especially surrounded by the lewd sights and sounds of the hedonistic scene.
When Ivan asked for direction, Frey barely managed to string together a coherent thought. "The... the lounge," she gasped out, pointing a shaking finger towards a quieter corner. "We should talk there, explain things..."
Ivan nodded curtly and changed course, weaving through the throngs of people until he reached the secluded seating area. He chose a large sofa and sat down, settling Frey onto his lap so she straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside her.
As soon as they stopped moving, Frey slumped forward, resting her forehead on Ivan's shoulder as she tried to regain her composure. "Gods, you really know how to make an entrance," she breathed wryly, lifting her head to meet his gaze with a rueful smile.
Frey gasped and cried out as Ivan began bouncing her on his lap, his strong grip on her hips forcing her to take his entire length over and over again. Her eyes rolled back in bliss, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he used her body for his pleasure.
"Oh gods, yes!" she wailed wantonly, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his broad shoulders. "F-Fuck, you feel so good inside me!"
It took a few moments for her to gather enough coherence to start explaining, even as she continued to ride him feverishly. "The... the club has been around for years," Frey panted, voice strained with effort and pleasure. "Started as a way for rich perverts to live out their fantasies... anonymously."
She arched her back, pressing her heavy breasts against his chest as she ground down hard. "Nowadays, it's grown into something bigger. The VIPs are the real power players - politicians, CEOs, celebrities. They fund the whole operation."
Frey bit her lip hard as Ivan angled his hips to hit her g-spot dead on. "Mmph, in exchange for exclusive access to our... talents," she gasped out, "They help protect us, give us resources, connections. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."
Her eyes flashed with a mix of pride and resignation. "Being part of the Sex Club means being the ultimate plaything for these men."
Ivan grinned savagely as he watched Frey struggle to maintain her composure, her explanation coming out in halting gasps and moans as he bounced her on his cock. He loved seeing her so undone, knowing he was the cause of her desperate pleasure.
Without warning, he brought his hand down hard on the supple curve of her ass, the sound of the spank echoing through the lounge area. "Then I'd better claim you properly, huh?" he growled, giving her another harsh spank on the opposite cheek. "Make sure everyone knows you belong to ME now."
Ivan gripped her hips tighter, using his strength to slam her down onto him with brutal force.
Frey could only cling to Ivan as he pistoned into her mercilessly, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. The pain from his spanks mingled deliciously with the pleasure, sending sparks of electricity zinging up her spine.
"Aah! Oh gods, yes! H-Harder!" she begged shamelessly, too far gone to care about appearances. All thoughts of explaining had fled, replaced solely by the driving need to chase her impending orgasm.
But even in her lust-addled state, Frey struggled to remember her duties. Between keening moans, she forced out more information. "Nnngh, the wrestlers... mmm, not all are real f-fighters... ah! Some are desperate, indebted... used as collateral or punishment!"
She threw her head back, breasts bouncing wildly as Ivan set a punishing pace. "Ah! Ah! Th-the matches are staged, sometimes... for the VIPs' amusement... oh fuck, right there! Don't stop!"
Frey's thighs trembled violently, inner muscles starting to flutter around Ivan's invading shaft. She was so close, teetering on the razor's edge. "I-it's all about entertaining them, keeping them happy... mmph! So they keep funding us…"
Frey could barely form coherent thoughts as Ivan relentlessly pounded into her, his thick shaft hitting depths she didn't know existed. Her entire being narrowed down to the exquisite sensation of being so utterly filled and stretched.
"Ohhhh gods, y-you want to know about th-the matches?" she panted desperately, trying to focus past the fog of pleasure clouding her mind. "It's... it's complicated..."
Frey leaned forward, changing the angle of penetration slightly which caused her to see stars. She clung to Ivan for dear life as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. "Some matches are legit, real fights," she gasped out, voice ragged and breathless. "But most... most are set up. Scripted for the VIPs."
She whimpered brokenly as Ivan's thumb found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in tight circles. "Depending on what they... ah! What they want to see. Humiliation, domination, all kinds of kinks catered to."
Frey's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out obscenely as Ivan drove her closer and closer to the brink. "Sometimes losers have to... mmm, fulfill sexual favors as penalty. Or winners get to choose their prize - money, status, other girls..."
She was babbling now, words running together incoherently as her climax approached rapidly. "Everything done for the VIPs' amusement and pleasure."
Frey shook her head frantically, blonde hair whipping around as she teetered on the knife's edge of ecstasy. "Special matches..." she panted, voice strained and thready. "They can have... any rule set they want. No holds barred, weapons allowed, multiple partners, anything goes!"
She dug her nails in harder, leaving crescent-shaped indents in Ivan's skin as he hammered into her relentlessly. "Ah! Ah! The VIPs love to watch us suffer and degrade ourselves. Mmph, public humiliation is a big thing here."
Frey's eyes crossed briefly as Ivan did something particularly delicious to her G-spot. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there, don't stop!" she babbled incoherently, hips grinding down to meet his thrusts.
"They'll even request private shows, filming porn for their personal collection. Threesomes, gangbangs, fetishes acted out in graphic detail. Nothing is off limits if they're paying enough."
She was so close now, every nerve ending screaming for release. "Oh god oh god oh fuck I'm gonna come!" Frey wailed, voice rising in pitch as her pussy spasmed and clenched around Ivan's pistoning shaft.
Ivan grinned savagely as he felt Frey tightening around him, her body tensing as her climax built. With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and held her down, grinding against her cervix.
"Come for me," he commanded darkly, pinching and rolling her clit roughly. "Show everyone here who owns this perfect little pussy."
With a hoarse cry, Frey obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of white-hot pleasure. Her cunt rippled and squeezed Ivan's shaft, trying to milk him for all he was worth as she rode out her high.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she went limp in his arms, panting and twitching with the aftershocks. Ivan waited until she was mostly coherent before speaking again.
"That was quite an education," he remarked with a satisfied smirk, still firmly lodged inside her dripping sheath. "But I have another question. What exactly are we, the wrestlers, allowed to do here?"
His hands slid possessively over Frey's sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her heavy breasts. "Besides fuck you senseless, of course. Are there any perks to being part of this 'club?"
Frey shuddered weakly in Ivan's lap, aftershocks of pleasure still zinging through her nervous system. His question made her brain feel fuzzy and disoriented, still addled from the intensity of her climax.
"Mmm, well..." she hummed drowsily, snuggling into his strong embrace. "Perks include a roof over our heads, food, clothing... all expenses paid."
She shifted slightly, causing Ivan's softening cock to slip free with a wet pop. Frey winced at the sudden emptiness, already craving his touch again.
"We also get protection, as I mentioned before. The VIPs make sure nothing bad happens to us outside the club."
Frey trailed a finger along Ivan's chiseled jaw, gazing up at him with hooded eyes. "Plus, we're pretty much free to use the facilities as we please. Pool, spa, gym... anything to keep us looking and feeling our best for our clients."
She bit her plump lower lip, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Of course, the biggest perk is the access to wealth and power. Befriend the right VIP and the sky's the limit. Promotions, endorsements, even help breaking into other industries."
Frey arched her back subtly, presenting her glistening pussy and heavy breasts like a visual resume. "All you have to do is earn their favor."
Ivan listened intently to Frey's explanation, nodding slowly as he processed the information. It was certainly an enticing proposition - the opportunity to rise above his humble beginnings, to taste the finer things in life.
He smirked as he noticed Frey arching for him, taking in the sight of her perfect curves with undisguised appreciation. But there would be time for that later. For now, curiosity got the better of him.
"What else does this place offer for entertainment?" he asked, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm dying to explore more of this den of debauchery."
Ivan stood up abruptly, bringing Frey with him. He kept one strong arm wrapped securely around her waist, letting his other hand drift down to palm the globes of her ass possessively.
Frey shivered under Ivan's intimate touches, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands roaming her body. When he asked for suggestions, she considered the options carefully, wanting to impress him with the right choice.
"The stage is always a good time," she purred seductively, nuzzling into his neck. "I could show off my moves for you. And maybe inspire some... inspiration for later activities, if you catch my drift."
She punctuated her words with a slow, sensual grind against his hip. Even though he had just recently fucked her brains out, Frey was already getting worked up again, eager to perform for her new man.
"But if you prefer something a bit more interactive," Frey added with a wicked grin, "the dance floor is hopping tonight. We could get lost in the crowd, let our inhibitions run wild. I promise I can keep up with your stamina, no matter what you throw at me."
Her eyes sparkled with challenge and desire as she gazed up at Ivan expectantly, ready to follow his lead wherever he wanted to go next in this den of sin and pleasure.
Ivan's eyes lit up with unbridled lust as he took in the sight of Frey's naked body, her creamy skin practically glowing under the dim lights of the lounge. The idea of watching her writhe and grind on a stripper pole sent a jolt of pure, primal need straight to his groin.
"Pole dancing it is then," he growled approvingly, giving her ass a firm squeeze. "I want to see those sexy moves in action. And trust me baby, I've got plenty of energy to keep up with you all night long."
With a predatory grin, Ivan scooped Frey up in his strong arms, carrying her towards the main stage area. As they walked, he couldn't resist peppering her neck with hot kisses and sharp bites, marking her as his territory.
When they reached the platform, Ivan set Frey down gently and stepped back to give her room to work her magic. He settled himself in a plush velvet chair in the front row, spreading his legs wide as he lounged back with a cocky smirk.
"I'm waiting, gorgeous," he called out, voice low and full of promise. "Show me what this sweet body can really do. And remember - you're dancing for me and me alone."
Ivan palmed his growing erection, already imagining all the filthy things he was going to do to Frey once her performance was over.
Frey sauntered onto the stage with a sway of her hips, putting extra oomph in each step. She blew Ivan a kiss as she reached the pole, wrapping her fingers around the cool metal with a sultry grin.
The music started, pulsing beats filling the air and making the floor vibrate. Frey closed her eyes, letting the rhythm wash over her as she began to move. She ran her hands up her sides, cupping and squeezing her heavy breasts teasingly before sliding them down to her hips.
Spinning around the pole with fluid grace, Frey spread her legs, bending at the waist to give Ivan a perfect view of her glistening, swollen pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. A few drops of Ivan's cum dribbled out, painting her inner thighs with evidence of their earlier encounter.
As she straightened back up, two other gorgeous women joined Frey on stage - a tall, lithe brunette and a petite Asian beauty. They pressed their bodies against Frey from either side, hands roaming over her curves possessively.
The trio moved as one, undulating and writhing in a sensual ballet of skin and shadow. They touched each other everywhere, caressing and kissing and licking as they worked themselves into a frenzy.
Frey made sure to face Ivan frequently, putting on a show specifically for his hungry gaze.
Frey continued her erotic dance with the two other beautiful strippers, putting on a show designed to drive Ivan wild with lust. She bent over backwards, arching her spine and pointing her toes as the brunette ran her hands up Frey's inner thighs, "accidentally" smearing Ivan's essence across her skin.
The Asian girl knelt behind Frey, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her spine before biting down on the nape of her neck sharply. Frey cried out in surprise and pleasure, the slight pain mixing deliciously with the intense arousal coursing through her veins.
Emboldened by Ivan's heated gaze boring into her, Frey grew bolder. She grabbed the brunette by the hair, pulling the woman's face into her dripping pussy. The other girl eagerly lapped at her folds, swirling her tongue around Frey's sensitive clit.
Lost in a haze of sensation, Frey rode the brunette's face shamelessly, grinding against her mouth for more friction. Her juices mixed with Ivan's cum coated the other woman's chin and cheeks.
Meanwhile, the Asian vixen had positioned herself under Frey's heaving tits, suckling and nibbling at the rosy peaks greedily. She pulled one nipple into her hot mouth, flicking the bud with her tongue rapidly.
Frey was putty in their skilled hands, a moaning, writhing mess as they pleasured her body.
Frey was lost in a sea of pleasure, the combined ministrations of the two gorgeous strippers pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Just as she was about to come undone completely, strong arms suddenly encircled her waist from behind.
"Time to take this somewhere more private, babygirl," Ivan growled in her ear, his hard chest pressed flush against her back. Without waiting for a response, he swept Frey up into his arms, cradling her against his broad pecs in a classic princess carry.
Frey giggled and squirmed deliciously in his grasp, relishing the feeling of his rock-hard muscles flexing around her. She could feel the thick ridge of his erection digging into her flesh, and it made her pussy clench with anticipation.
As Ivan carried her off the stage, Frey craned her neck to look up at him with smoky bedroom eyes. "Mmm, what did you have in mind, stud?" she purred seductively. "Because I'm thinking the wrestling ring looks mighty inviting right about now."
She wiggled her hips suggestively against him, the movement causing his cock to throb and pulse. "We could give the crowd a little preview of what you'll be doing to me in the ring during your future matches. Show them how hard you can fuck their favorite fighter."
Frey licked her lips slowly, holding Ivan's gaze with a challenging smirk.
Ivan's eyes flashed with dark desire at Frey's brazen suggestion. The thought of fucking her raw in the middle of the bar, with an audience watching hungrily, sent a fresh surge of blood rushing to his already throbbing cock.
"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna wreck this tight little cunt for everyone to see," he snarled, voice rough with barely restrained need. In a few quick strides, Ivan carried Frey over to the empty wrestling ring. He climbed up onto the mat, never breaking eye contact as he laid her out on the canvas like a feast.
Frey's porcelain skin looked stark against the black rubber, her golden hair fanned out in a halo around her angelic face. But the innocent expression was quickly ruined as Ivan spread her thighs wide, exposing the glistening pink folds of her sex to anyone who cared to look.
"You want a show, babygirl? Then watch this," he taunted, gripping the base of his massive shaft. He rubbed the bulbous head up and down her slit, coating it in her slick arousal before notching it at her entrance.
With a swift snap of his hips, Ivan drove every thick inch deep inside Frey's welcoming heat. They both groaned in tandem as he stretched and filled her, hitting depths she didn't know she had.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he grunted, starting to move. "Gonna pound this pussy 'til you scream."
Frey gasped and moaned loudly as Ivan speared into her, his enormous cock splitting her open and making her see stars. Each powerful thrust shook her entire body, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating out from where they were joined so intimately.
"Yes, yes, harder!" she encouraged breathlessly, digging her nails into his flexing ass cheeks. "Fuck me just like that, stud! Claim your territory!"
As Ivan railed her into oblivion, Frey's mind began to wander to the future encounters he would surely have with other wrestlers in this very ring. The thought made her pussy clamp down around him rhythmically, as if trying to milk him for all he was worth.
"Mmmm, you think you'll dominate your opponents like this too?" she asked coyly, batting her lashes up at him. "Rape their tight little holes with this huge cock until they beg for mercy?"
Frey clenched purposefully, massaging his pistoning length with her velvety walls. "I bet you will. Probably make them your personal fucktoys, using them however you please whenever you want."
She licked her lips hungrily, picturing Ivan throwing other women around, forcing them to submit to his superior strength and sexual prowess. "Oooh, I can't wait to watch! To see you conquer the ring and break in the newcomers."
Frey writhed beneath Ivan, meeting him thrust for powerful thrust. She loved how he dominated her completely, taking what he wanted without restraint. It was so hot knowing that soon, he would be doing the same to all the other girls in the club.
"Mmmm, but you know, stud," she purred sultrily, "if you really want to make a statement... you should challenge me to an official match."
Frey squeezed her pussy tightly around his plunging cock, reveling in the way his face contorted in pleasure-pain. "A real, no-holds-barred, winner-takes-all kind of thing. You against me in the ring."
She leaned up to whisper hotly in his ear, her voice dripping with wicked promise. "And if you manage to pin me down and make me tap out... I'll be yours completely. Your own personal slave to fuck whenever and however you want."
Frey nipped at his earlobe before pulling back to gauge his reaction, blue eyes glittering with challenge and dark intent. "But there's a catch. Before I'll agree to belong to you fully, you have to prove yourself worthy first."
She counted off on her fingers as she spoke, enunciating each point clearly. "One, you have to beat me fair and square in the ring. Two, you have to fuck ten other girls senseless in front of the whole club until they're begging you to stop."
Frey continued her provocative proposition, determined to push Ivan to his limits and beyond. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist such a tempting offer.
"And three..." She paused for dramatic effect, trailing a fingertip down his sweat-slicked chest. "...you have to make each one of them your bitch, utterly submitting to your dominance." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Only then will I acknowledge you as my master and give myself to you fully, mind, body and soul."
Frey rolled her hips up to meet his, grinding her aching clit against his pelvis. Electric shocks of pleasure zapped through her core, making her inner walls flutter wildly around his pistoning shaft.
"Whaddya say, big boy? Think you can handle the challenge? Or are you too scared of these tight walls choking the life out of you?" she taunted playfully, clenching her pussy like a vice grip.
At the same time, she reached up to cup his face, her touch almost tender in contrast. "I believe in you, stud."
Her eyes searched his intently, a mix of lust, pride, and genuine affection shining in their icy blue depths. "So what's it gonna be? Are we on?"
His answer is already clear.