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 - 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?

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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 Part 4

I'd be willing to bet that you had given up on Roxy by now, huh? I have been unavoidably detained with other business matters. This week I am back and Roxy is ready to rumble. Let's see what she's gotten up to now. 

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Oral Dilemma 

by 

Ellie Mack 

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    The rest of my senior year rocked. I was confident in myself, not because I was someone’s girlfriend but because I felt good about me. 

Devon was always there for me. We developed our friendship first, the romance gradually. It was a natural easy relationship. We could laugh and joke with each other, be ourselves. I never felt awkward, or guarded with Devon. We could just as easily be playing video games, discussing homework, or the latest movie, or taking about our dreams. 

I dreaded the end of my senior year in ways. Devon was going into the Marines. It had been his dream for years, since he was 14. I wasn’t about to stand in the way of that and neither of us made any professions of love to deter the other from their dreams. 

Devon would go to boot camp at the beginning of June, I would go back to my summer job at my dad’s company. We had a good time for a while, and until I met “the one” as my mom would say, Devon would be my best friend. 

The summer job paid well, I managed to save 75% of what I made. I indulged in the MMA classes. I was stoked to make my body stronger, leaner, more agile. I worked hard in my off hours. I trained with single minded focus. I was determined to climb in that ring and see if I had what it took.It took me all summer to get up the nerve to actually enter a match. I knew I had the skill, but going in that ring was the scariest thing I had ever done. 

I didn’t win, but I did manage to do fairly well. The most important thing though, to me was that I had met a challenge and not given up or backed down. I sent email to Devon to tell someone. I was proud of myself for completing it. When I got his return email, he wasn’t as thrilled. Thought that I was taking dangerous risks. Nobody seemed to think it was a good idea but me. When I came home from the match with a black eye and a busted lip, dad said I’d need plastic surgery. His bimbo suggested that it might be a good idea anyway. OUCH!

Two weeks later when I showed up at college my bruises were nearly healed. My roommate thought I had been in a car accident, and when I told her that I was an MMA fighter, she immediately requested a roommate change. I didn’t get a replacement so I had the room all to myself.

The first few weeks of classes were hectic, but mostly uneventful. The biology teacher gave us group assignments, to work on genetics problems. I was in group three. That’s when I met Luke. He was the most obnoxious guy in the group. He instantly got on my nerves with his cocky attitude, and sarcasm. I figured he would be one of the slacker students, but he wasn’t. He was in fact absolutely brilliant, but I wasn’t about to acknowledge that. 

He followed me out of class and caught my shoulder. “Hey”

I turned, glaring at him. I didn’t say anything just glared.

He took his hand off my shoulder, then combed through his hair. “ Hey, um I didn’t catch your name in class. I’m Luke. Luke Reed.” He offered me his hand.

“I’m Roxanne.” I shook his hand briefly.

He looked around, then adjusted his backpack. “So, you’re heading for the gym now, right?” He turns back and looks at me a little sheepish, “I um saw you working the bag the other day. Where did you learn that?”

“From my trainer over the summer.”

“Do you have a sparring partner here?” He shifted from foot to foot, bouncing on his toes. 

“No, I don’t.” 

“Well. Um, would you like to train with me?”

“Why?” I adjusted my backpack, shifting my stance.

“Well I just thought, well, you know, we could get to know each other, and maybe challenge each other.”

I stood there for a few minutes then figured ‘what the heck’. “Well Luke, if you think you can keep up, sure.”

A wide grin slowly spread over his face. It made his eyes light up in a peculiar manner. Luke had gorgeous eyes. I’ve always been a sucker for eyes. I know that may sound strange, but I heard someone say one time that eyes are the windows to your soul, and I believe it’s true. What you see in some people’s eyes makes you want to run the other way. But Luke’s sparkled like a child’s on Christmas morning. It made me smile.

I started walking towards the gym, Luke in step beside me. “So um, what’s your major? I notice you have a couple of the same classes with me.” 

I chuckle quietly. “Luke, they are basics. Everyone has to take them.”

“Well yes, but you have the honors classes with me.” He took a couple long strides ahead of me then turned around, walking backwards facing me. “You seem like a serious student, not one of those girls that are just here to pass the time or find a guy.”

“Graphic design” I offered it. Devon had encouraged me to pursue something I felt confident in as a backup for when I was too old to fight in the MMA. Of course in his opinion, I was already too old. He didn’t like me getting in that ring, said I was still trying to prove something. Damn right I was, I was determined to prove I was made of more than the fat girl I used to be in high school, the one that had her heart broken. “What about you?”

“International business law. I’ve always wanted to travel. I’m from a small town, and the only pace I’ve traveled to so far is Washington DC.” He flashed that smile. I knew it was sincere because he smiled through his eyes.

“Sounds like a tough major.”

“Nah, it’s actually simpler than U.S. Business law, each state has specific laws. I plan to represent the big businesses that deal internationally.”

“Cool, sounds like you have your plan mapped out.” I reach for the door just as he turned and nearly smacks into it.

“Whoa! That was close.” He side stepped and opened the door for me. “Ladies first.”

I entered with him close on my heels. “I’ll um, I’ll meet you back at the multi trainers.” I pushed the door to the ladies locker room open, unaware that I was smiling for the first time since saying farewell to Devon.