Oral Dilemma: Match

Luke and Roxy have been training pretty intensely over the previous ten weeks.  It's towards the end of the semester, nearly time for them to go home for the summer, or find a summer job.  Roxy has a standing offer to  work at her dad's company, but if she can win this  match, she'll win more than she could make at the plant working the entire summer. Let's see how things develop. 

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Match

by 

Ellie Mack

As the trainer wrapped my hands, I cracked my neck. I was as ready for this as I would ever be. I was more in shape than I had been for the previous match:faster, leaner,stronger. My competition was a chick from Baton Rouge. She was 3 inches taller which meant she had a longer reach, her legs were thin with little muscle definition. Still, I wasn’t going to assume anything.

On the other side of the arena building Luke prepared for his first fight ever. He’d trained hard, given his all. He was far more serious than I had given him credit for. Luke was in the zone, but I couldn’t watch his match.

We had fallen into a routine. Workout, showers, back to his apartment, a healthy meal, great sex, then studies till midnight. In the mornings I’d go back to my room, do our laundry, study, go to class and do it all over again. It had been a full week since I stayed over. Midterms had me running like crazy, and we decided that we should both concentrate on our school work. Tonight, win or lose our matches, we would be together.

I wanted to watch his match , but I couldn’t. I had to focus, had to get my head in my own zone, free from other distractions. My friend Kayla was taping both our matches so we could view later and review what we need to improve. The trainer tapped my partial gloves “You can take Aleysia, she’s thin she has been sick. She’s not looking good and you’re in the best shape of your life. Make quick work of her Roxy.”

It was time. My stomach churned as I took a swig of Gatorade. There it was - my cue. “Roxanne Winters” As I jogged to the ring, the roar of the crowd seemed to fade in the distance. I was there for one reason, to win. I bound into the ring, spinning myself on the top rope, landing squarely on my feet as if I’d done it a million times but it was just the adrenaline rush. Bouncing form toe to toe waiting for the command of the ref. Aleysia flashed me a disconcerted half smile. I wasn’t sure if it was a cocky “I’ve got this”, or if I’d rocked her off her game. We were about to find out.

I took a hard blow to my cheek at one point, and a foot to the ribs. My game was on my feet, I tried my best to stay off the mat. We danced around the ring, exchanging blows, testing each other. I could tell I w as stronger than her just by the lack of impact of her blows. A flying roundhouse kick followed by a back kick to the back of Aleysia’s thigh and she was down. As I suspected, her legs were conditioned with cardio, lean with endurance, where I’d been interval training, weight training, and plyometrics. It didn’t take much for me to get her in a headlock when she was disoriented. Then I heard my name announced, what a rush!

I had to wait, had to go back to the locker room. I didn’t want to throw Luke off his game. It seemed surreal, my match was already over. I could have gone longer. I had so much energy I was literally bouncing. I stood ringside watching the other women. Inevitably I would be fighting these women at some point. I watched their moves, studied their techniques, noted their nails even to get my mind off worrying about Luke’s match.

After what seemed like hours, the winners were announced. I accepted my prize, but was more interested in the check that came with it. Also I’d gotten endorsements for local gyms, free membership, and more supplements than I would ever use. Then I waited. Waited with baited breath to hear Luke’s name. My eyes down, waiting, listening then Winner of round 3 men’s middleweight - Luke Reed. My eyes shot up and I saw him for the first time that night. His eyes were locked on me. He mouthed “ I won!”

My eyes welled with tears, as I watched him collect his belt, and other prizes. Once he was off the platform I ran into his arms, nothing was going to keep me from him now. I lept into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, our kisses frantic!

He called in the biggest greasiest deluxe pizza and a 2 liter of soda for us, picking it up on the way back. We ate the entire thing then he got out the bottle of champagne he’d bought to celebrate.

“ I had this chilling since I left for the match Roxy. I knew you’d win baby. You are amazing, and you’re in the best shape of your life. You look amazing, but that doesn’t compare to the woman inside. The woman inside, the one I fell in love with.” He gave me the glass of champagne and set his on the coffee table. He knelt down on his right knee, taking out a small velvet box.”Will you marry me Roxanne Winters? Spend the rest of our lives together?”

I did not see that one coming at all. My chin nearly hit the floor, I was stunned. I sat there gawking at the ring for a while when he asked. “ Well, um babe are you going to answer me? I need to get off my knee here - its’ bruised form Leon’s kicks.”

“Of course I will Luke. Yes!” I pulled him up to me, the champagne forgotten in our kiss and embrace. Instantly I was on fire at his touch. My lips parted slightly as he persuaded me wit his tongue. His hand roughly cupping my breast, massaging and kneading, teasing until tight little buds rose to the occasion. I tugged his shirt off over his head and tossed it.

Luke grinned slyly and did likewise to my shirt. He dipped his head to mine, then moved lower taking one of the traitorous buds into his mouth, my back arching as the sensation rippled through me.

My fingertips trailed down his spine, into the waist of his jeans. I worked, fumbling to unfasten his jeans. My mind hazed with desire. Pushing the jeans down his legs into the floor. I don’t even remember him removing my own jeans, but suddenly he was there on top of me. I could feel his hardness pressed against me. His lips glided over mine roughly. “Roxy, sweetheart. I love you.”

There was no more talking after that. He plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same time he plunged into me lower. OH gods it was divine! Instant flood of fire throughout my entire being. I wanted, needed this.

Our rhythm went from slow gentle lovemaking to wild tantric movements. Fueled by the adrenaline of the days events, we pushed ourselves beyond anything we’d done before. My fingers trailed down his lean torso, outlining the hard muscles, while he put one leg over his shoulder, slamming deep inside me, causing me to scream in my release.

Luke didn’t stop, he kept going, pushing me on further. Another wave rolled over me as I lifted my hips, tightening on him, feeling myself contract again and again. We stopped long enough to each take a drink before he flipped me over, my ass in the air. His tongue flicking over my slit, over my puckered backdoor, and sucking my nub. I was moaning, begging when he entered me. It didn’t take much at that point for me to come again. For the very first time Luke wanted to take me anally. We started slow, but I was already so turned on it didn’t take much for me to speed up quickly once he used a little bit of lube. He kept scrunching his eyes, saying “ good, so good baby”. He’d go fast and deep then slow down, wanting to make it last even longer. Then he couldn’t wait any longer. Another squirt of lube and Luke pounded into me. I loved it. I came two more times before he began that jerky broken rhythm right before exploding.

At 3:14 a.m. We collapsed on the bed together, spent.

The rest of the weekend was spent in each other’s arms, the outside world forgotten.

Oral Dilemma Pt 6

Welcome back Trysters!  Hard to believe it's summer already.  Are you ready for a sizzling good summer lineup?  
We've got Abyrne back with his sizzling story, Diary of a Dom.  We've got Vicki still spending time in the White Birches. Macie will be sharing a two-parter from Greek mythos, and Faith Ann will be tripping the fantasy realm with mermaids.  Cathy has a steamy new rendezvous for you. You don't want to miss Ben's newest  steampunk tale of sultry seduction. Oral Dilemma continues, but moves into a new realm of passion with Roxy and Luke. 
We have an action packed three month summer schedule that will scorch your boxers clean off!  Don't miss a single episode!  
Now, let's catch up with Roxy. 

Read Part 1 here. 

Read Part 2 here. 

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here. 

Read part 5 here


I met with a couple of personal trainers from local gyms: asking about their qualifications, about their rates, and about their typical schedules. I made it clear I was intending to use their lessons for more than point fighting in their dojo's. They offered valuable insights and recommendations to improve my workouts, and what they would recommend for a newbie just starting.

Working through my several pages of notes, I came to several conclusions that would better our current training regimes. I went back equipped with a few ideas for my own training as well as Luke’s. According to two of the trainer’s I was over-training, which would explain that wall I couldn’t seem to get past. I was charged, excited, and anxious to get started on this new venture. I tried to focus, waging a mental battle during class, Luke’s close proximity was playing havoc with my mind as I kept returning to my memory of his backside as he walked to his locker from our first session.

Shaking my head to clear the fog I realize I was leaning into him, our sides touching from hip to shoulder as he shared statistical date that he’d found. I blushed, realizing what I’d done as I glanced to the third member of our little group. She hadn’t seemed to notice as she was staring intently into Luke’s eyes.

She stopped him in mid sentence, placing her hand on top of his. “Um, could you back up and go over that again? I didn't’ catch that last part.”

Right! I wanted to scratch her eyes out. Which made no sense, I had no claims to Luke. I tried to focus as I waged this mental battle with myself during the remainder of the class. Meanwhile, Luke maintained the contact as I sat, nodding in agreement as he went over the numbers slowly for Cheryl, the soon to be eyeless freak that sat across from me.

Once class was finally over I closed my notebook deciding that in payment for todays training perhaps I could get him to go over the notes with me. I hadn’t written but four words. I bent to grab my backpack and we bumped heads.
“OW” we both said simultaneously. Then laughed together as he reached for both of our bags.

“Ready for your first real workout?” I asked him eagerly.

“What? Really? What was that you put me through last Friday?” He opened the door for me as he slung his pack over his shoulder.

“That was an evaluation.” I grin. “Had to see what I’m working with.”

“Ugh.” He gave me a mock sign of disgust. “I’ll have you know I was sore all weekend thanks to you.”

“Why? I didn’t even push you that hard.” Our hands brushed as we walked. I wondered if he thought of holding my hand as I wished he’d take mine.

He chuckled. “ So, Roxanne. Have you decided on a price to charge me for your torture?”

“I have.” I was almost giddy. I couldn’t wait to share my plan. I just had to be careful that I didn’t gush on him. “I think you’re right, cardio every day might be a bit much for you to start with.”

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe I am going to pay you for that kind of torture.” He reached the door and pulled it open. “After you Domina Roxanne.”

“Oh you’re going to pay for that!” I say as I pass him. “I got some great ides to help us achieve maximum results to be ready for the first match in October. It’s on!” I stride ahead and enter the locker room. As I pushed the door I caught him staring at my ass. I couldn’t help but blush and smile.

He was checking me out. My energy level was instantly off the chart. I quickly changed and headed to the cardio area picking up a jump rope.I was five minutes in when he came out of the locker room. I motioned to him to pick up a rope.

“OK. Let’s talk rates.” I talked as I jumped. “Two days a week would be seventy five, 3 days a hundred. However, if you agree to be a training partner as well I can reduce the rates to seventy five for three days. If you promise two things.”

“Yh, ok I’m listening.” He started in at the same tempo I was going.

“First, you give me 100% effort. Second, can you go over the notes from todays class with me? I was so excited to get started on our new plans I couldn’t concentrate.” I grin sheepishly.

He chuckled. “ And here I thought maybe you might like me or something, hoping that touching your leg and hand might win me a kiss or two while you’re excited about how to torture me. Sure, Roxanne. I’ll gladly go over the notes with you if you are willing to come by my placer after we get done here.”

I nod, trying to act cool while I’m bouncing inside. Did he just say? Hoping I like him? He wants to kiss me? “Sure, I suppose I can do that.”

We followed the workout I had prepared. I know we did it, but it was a blur by the time I was in the shower scrubbing. Even though he had just been in close proximity of me sweating, I wanted to be extra clean in case, well just in case, hoping that he’d still want to kiss me.

When I came out of the building he was leaning against a black Camero. “Domina Roxanne, your chariot awaits.” He walked around to the passengers side and opened the door, then cursed as fast food debris and notebooks spilled out onto the pavement. “Ern, well give me a second.”

“I couldn’t help but giggle.

Scooping up the trash, he jogged the short distance to the barrel. “Sorry about that. Now, your chariot is ready.”

I slipped into the seat. “Sweet ride.”

As I buckled in, he leaned over. “How about some dinner first? I’m starved after that workout?”

“Sure. So am I!”

He leaned the remaining four inches cupping my chin in his hand, his lips brushing over mine gently before kissing deeper as he turned the ignition on, revving the engine.

Oral Dilemma - Training Day

 I don't think Roxanne intended to become a personal trainer do you? Luke is persistent, and gets what he wants.  But, what does he want?

Read Part 1 here. 

Read Part 2 here. 

Read Part 3 here.

Read Part 4 here. 

Training Day

by 

 Ellie Mack 

“Come on, is that all you got?” I pushed him.

He wanted to train with me, was going to pay me as his personal trainer. I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. The trick was going to be getting my workout in while training him but I didn’t balk at all because I was wondering how I was going to make up the difference in income when I went to competition. I figured I’d give him this first night for free, then go visit a couple of gyms and ask about trainer’s fees. I’d compare their suggestions to be fair before quoting Luke a price. 

“Why you pushing me so hard? I don’t see you pushing like this.” He managed through gasps.

“Oh really? What level are you on?”

“Five” He blurted out. 

“And resistance?”

“Three” Luke gasped.

“OK, well when you can casually stroll through my workout then you can give me shit about me not pushing. I showed him my settings of a seven and resistance on five."

He just looked at me shaking his head. “Where do you put it?”

“Where do I put what?” I asked. “We’re coming up on a wind-sprint in a few minutes are you gonna make it?”

“I’ll manage.” He practically wheezed out.

I chuckled as I got back in my training zone. It was only a few minutes before it was time for the sprint. “Ready?” 

He groaned.

I laughed. “Now! Push it. Give me a hundred percent. Don’t hold back on me now.” I watched him as I breathed through the sprint, realizing I was going to have to increase my resistance next time. I watched the timer until there were only ten seconds left. “Come on go hard, push, push, push. You can do it just five, four, three, two, and done.” 

Luke was dripping in sweat but he’d stayed with me the entire time. It wasn’t easy for him but he did it, I had to give him credit for that. "Don’t stop, but you can drop your resistance down, slow your pace down, just bring it all down now.”

He was breathing hard. “You are insane. I can’t believe I’m going to pay you to abuse me like this. I almost feel like I should be calling you Domme Roxy or something.” He had his hands on his hips wincing with each breathe.

“Domme?” I asked unamused.

“Hey, just kidding ok, don’t make me run laps till I puke. Was just trying to lighten the mood.” 

“Oh, a smart ass with a sense of humor? Great. I may have to charge you double.” He didn’t see my grin as I walked to the water cooler. “Get you a drink then let’s hit the bag.”

I grabbed my bottle to refill as I heard the groan behind me.

“Are you serious? Bag work now? You do cardio and training in the same day?”

“Uhuh” I slammed my water down. I was beginning to sweat and it had nothing to do with the workout. I was going easy on him today. I stood there checking him out as he toweled off, then came to get his water. I watched closely as he wrapped his hands, slipped on his helmet, then kicked off his shoes.

I tightened my gloves and slipped in my mouth guard. I held the bag and told him to go through his drills so I could evaluate.

He started with his right jab, then progressed to a strong hook and side punch, his upper cut was a little weak but his right cross was powerful. He went through another round of punches as my mind wandered, admiring his form, his stance. Luke knew what he was doing, but I could see that he hadn’t had a good trainer.

“Where’d you learn?” I asked as he finished a series of rapid jabs and hooks. 

“I just watched, not any Dojos in my small town.” He was sweating, and focused with an intensity I hadn’t seen in a long time. In fact only in Keith, my former trainer when he was in a match. I found it a huge turn on. He had learned all this from just watching? This guy had potential. He could really make it in the ring. “Ever thought of competing?”

He paused in his punches “Yeah, it’s why I want to hire you. So I can get in the ring.”

“What makes you think I can get you ready?” I asked quite curious. 

“Because” He leaned in real close to me, sweat dripping from the strands of hair, his breath on my skin. “ I saw you in the ring with Charline Downing. If she hadn’t thrown that cheap punch, you’d have had her.”

He walked away to the locker room as I watched him go. 

Oral Dilemma Pt 3 - Roxy's Back

Are you enjoying Oral Dilemma?  Guess Chad wasn't Roxy's true love after all. Good thing Devon was there for her.  The pain of seeing it first hand  must have been awful.  What do you think she will do? 

Part 2 here.
Part 1 here. 

Oral Dilemma Pt 3 

Roxy's Back

by

Ellie Mack

 

(Storytime Trysts does not own the rights to this picture.)

 

    Devon quietly held me until I stopped sobbing. Even seeing it with my own eyes, it was hard to grasp the reality. Chad was a lying, cheating dog, and Devon was right all along. OK, well maybe in the heat of emotions I jumped to conclusions because he never actually lied. 

He told me often that he loved my body when I was larger. His comments since I'd returned home had only been that I was too thin.  And technically he never lied about cheating - he just failed to mention it. Probably a wise move there. 

Devon drove me home, and never pressured me to talk. We sat in the driveway for a long while as he held my hand. “Look Roxy. He’s a dog and he was using you. I’m sorry sweetheart, you deserve better. You know he's been posting videos of you and him doing it.” 

My jaw about hit my lap. "He what?" Oh my God, could life get any worse?

He lifted my hand in his.  "I didn't watch them. I couldn't Roxy. But I thought you should know."  He lifted my hand to his lips. “Maybe we can get to know each other again. It would be nice to have my best friend back.” He lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes just before he leaned over for the kiss.

I searched online for two hours to find the videos Chad had taken. He had an elaborate recording system set up in his basement. I was determined that somehow, I would destroy it, destroy him. 

The next day Devon drove me to school and accompanied me to my locker. He squeezed my hand as he walked to his own. Chad was waiting for me. Of course, he didn’t know I knew. He’d called me three times the night before.

“What do you want Chad?” I opened my locker leveling him with my most venomous glare. 

“Why you so upset babe? Why didn’t you return my calls? I thought you were going to come over so we could um, study?” He was smooth. If I didn’t know better. . . But I did. 

“Oh and by study you mean, what?” I glared at him. How was I ever taken in by his charm? He was never that smooth, never really charming. I was a fool. I allowed myself to be played because I was so self conscious about my weight. Devon's words that I had made my weight a barrier rang through my head.  There was something to it certainly but I didn't have time to examine that just now. I would keep it in mind for later.

  

 “Don’t you think Christi might object to that? You spending the evening” I made the air quote marks. “Studying.”

He looked around a little nervous. “Babe, you’ve got it all wrong. They are only rumors. I worked with Christi over the summer is all.” He reached for my hand. I drew back.

“Rumors? I think not.” I set my books on the shelf and took out my new tablet, which was easier to see than the small display on my phone. 

“Hey, what’s with you? I’m trying to talk to you here, can you put your new toy away?” The irritation obvious in his voice.

“Well I would, but my new ‘toy’ is helping to prove my point.” I glanced around to check for teachers before pressing play on the short video. 

A small crowd quickly gathered to share in the viewing. There was nothing much to see other than the back view of Christie bouncing up and down; the old beat up car getting a workout of it’s shocks; but the audio was priceless.

As the small crowd stared at Chad and slowly turned away whispering, I began. “Well, I think that speaks for itself.” I carefully set the tablet inside my locker and closed it. Couldn’t have someone steal it while I was laying into Chad. 

“I hope you are happy with Christi.  I hope the two of you find happiness in each other’s arms.  Because, I swear to God Chad, if you so much as make an attempt to even touch my arm, or my hair I will defend myself. I don’t want to, you aren’t worth it. But if there is no other option I will. You used me, made me think I was worthless without you, you displayed videos taken without my consent and degraded me as a whore and a toy. 

I should kill you, but I am better than that, better than you. I am giving you this one chance to walk away, to leave. You walk away, we never speak again and we don’t have to do this. You have exactly five seconds to get your sorry ass out of my sight.”   

 My body moving as I talked, fluid and relaxed slipping into the side stance I favored. Feet shoulder width apart my back foot taking next to none of  the weight as it pointed to my right, I rocked on my toes feeling comfortable.  I’d been practicing with a sparring partner over the summer slowly preparing both in technique and confidence to try some unpadded, full contact competition fighting, testing my skills and my ability to react to styles other than my own. 

I turned my neck, stretching a little, bouncing on my heels.  "Five, four"  I began counting.

 

“What’s your problem bitch?” Chad actually had the nerve to say that to me. 

My lips clenched.  “I don’t want to do this but I know you wont give me any choice. Just remember, you asked for this. I’m sorry.” Bouncing on my heels, I took a shallow breath and almost instinctively my stance changed and my right foot arced around his head and snapped into his temple with a sickening thud, I noticed it was different to sparring with padding. The resistance I expected wasn’t there, acting purely as rehearsed so many times now I followed the crescent kick with a side kick, driving into his knee as he stumbled, the crack echoing through the corridor.

The cringes and winces of the audience mere background noise now. I saw him go down in a blur and then I let my anger take hold; my pain and what I thought was love turned to hate. Rather than letting him get up, I watched as he tried to push himself back onto his broken knee and up.  I stamped on his hand hard. A move that would get me banned from the Dojo’s sparring ring and censured in all but the most brutal mixed combat arena’s and I stared into his eyes as he looked up in horror. 

The last thing he saw was my instep smashing into his nose as he tried to beg for a mercy I wasn’t prepared to give. He lay in a pool of teeth, blood, and what I assumed to be urine. I launched a final boot into his ribs for good measure and looked down as he groaned. 

“I don’t hate you Chad. To hate you I would have to care for you, take an interest in your life, your actions. I pity you, you are insignificant and you will die alone despised by those around you when you reach the point where you cannot hide from the things you have done.”

Satisfied now I had said my piece but feeling guilty that I allowed my anger to take control, I turned and walked back to my locker, grabbed my bag, my tablet, and leaving the shocked crowd behind. The only evidence I had been there was the photograph of Chad that I had taped inside my locker, that now lay on the floor discarded. Not torn or defaced, just left as I moved on and away from the one who had used and abused me. I had moved on and I was far stronger than any watching had imagined.

The anger with myself for allowing it was another matter.  Devon turned down the hall as I walked in his direction. "Walk me to class Devon?"  I asked calmly. 

He stared behind me.  "What happened? Roxy?"

I glanced at the crowd that stood around Chad.  No one had moved to help him. "Looks like Chad fell down. I think he ran into something." 

I smiled at my wittiness, and the resolution that I would never allow another person to use me like Chad.  I had just proved what Keith had been telling me all summer, I was strong.