More than enough

I turn to enjoy the adulation of the crowd, raising my arms in victory and basking in their cheers. The announcer, looking incredible in her form fitting red dress, comes towards me holding out a towel. I gladly accept, wipe away my sweat, and toss it to the crowd. I thought the wealthy would feel above such souvenirs, but I see a rather robust man nearly leap from his bespoke suit so he could snatch it from the air.

When I turn back to face Andrea she is rising to her feet, her chest still heaving from the exertion of our wild fight, and her smile wide on her face. I walk back towards her and offer my hand to congratulate she swats it away, and now was my time to be shocked by her passionate kiss. Her tongue slips past my lips and for a time everything falls away as we lose ourselves in this kiss.

When we separate, she grabs my wrist and lifts my arm into the air and we are met by another wave of cheers from the crowd. We lock eyes for a moment. As soon as our gazes meet, my body tenses and she is barreling into me, knocking me on my back while smothering me in her embrace as we kissed deeply.

I roll us over so I am on top and she can wrap her extraordinary legs around me and grind herself against my cock. I was already stiff from our brawl but now it felt like I was ready to explode. I pulled back from our embrace and deliver a short slap to her face.

She spits back at me in return and we go back to our dance. Fucking Andrea was like a violent ballet that took every fiber of my strength and will not to pass out or cum. I grip her by the throat and pin her to the ground before I continue kissing her. When we break for air next, she lets out another cry and shoved me off of her, while frantically removing her clothes.

This allowed me to stand and take stock of the crowd. While I fully intended to fuck her like an animal, the way I knew she wanted to be fucked, we were still on the job. The audience seemed almost frightened by the display so far. When I finally took the time to remove my jacket , I noticed the bloodstains around the back of my collar. I don't know if it had been during the fight or during out foreplay, but she had scratched the back of my neck deep enough to draw some blood. I use my jacket to wipe the back of my head, staining the cloth with my blood, before throwing it into the crowd. When my trunks come off and the crowd sees my cock the looks are now much less fear, and much more arousal. They are reminded that what they are witnessing is the greatest show on earth. Domination and subjugation, twirling round and round in violently erotic displays.

With my cock finally released, I turned back towards the Hellcat. She was nude, dripping with sweat, and rushing me. She leapt and wrapped me in all four limbs. She gave me a quick but passionate kiss before leaning back and guiding my cock into her wet crevice. The heat I felt when I entered was like a furnace, but there was no time to bask. I was the winner here, she can't be the one taking me.

I begin to thrust into her, first at a steady pace before slowly picking up speed. But for the Hellcat it wasn't just speed. She wanted you to pound into her with every ounce of strength you have, and I was not gonna be the exception. Once I had begun to exert half of my strength in the thrusts, she moaned slightly louder, and then louder, and louder, as I exerted my muscles further and further until she was panting and screaming for me to give her my all, to give her everything.

When I felt her tighten around me in climax, I released my hold and she climbed down, falling to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth. When she brought up her hands to aid her I swatted them away before gripping the sides of her head. Winner gets what they want and I wanted to fuck her face.

I pistoned my hips violently, testing her gag reflex which appeared to not exist, until she tapped on my leg for a reprieve. This cycle of me fucking her face until she submitted would continue over and over again, until she had a dreamy look in her eyes and was gasping for air. But this is the Hellcat. I cant just fuck her to her limit, I need to fuck her to MY limit.

I shoved her over until she was slumped on her face in the dirt. she looked like she was beginning to get her hands in position to push up, but in the time it took her to accomplish that I had received a bottle of lube from the very kind and enthusiastic announcer, and was now pressing my lube slicked cock against Andrea's asshole.

""Oh fuck-" was the only thing she could gasp out before I had popped the head of my sick past her tight anal ring. "Oh FUCK-" this time with more expression. This would be the only thing she could say as I fucked her plump ass besides the words "Please" "God" and "Yes, yes, yes, YES".

To show off her pussy I lifted one of her legs, forcing her to face the audience. When she finally opened her eyes and realized the crowd was watching her get assfucked and staring at her bouncing tits and exposed, wet pussy. The shy Andrea flashed for a moment, as he covers her face in embarrassment.

She was embarrassed by how I had beaten her in the fight. She was embarrassed that all these people could see her take the Strongest Man's cock deep up her ass, something she had only done and enjoyed in private. She was most embarrassed by just how turned on she was. She broke down and moved her had from her face to her pussy, desperately trying to rub her way to another orgasm.

When I finally came I was balls deep in her ass. Watching my pearly white cum drip down her ebony skin and past her pretty pink pussy was worth all the money I just made. And considering the roaring of the crowd I can finally hear, I just made a LOT of money.

After this fight I am now ranked as ΩA, and the world seems ripe for the taking.