Sex Fighting League

The sex was fairly vanilla, but it was so nice. His stamina was impressive, and I enjoyed every moment of it. Technically speaking, the sex was not that good. We talked and taught each other what we liked during it, but the whole point of the day was tension release. There had been an attraction from the first time we met each other, and it had taken months for us to get into bed. That was entirely my fault; I am fairly sure he would have happily climbed into my panties on that first day had I let him. The kinkiest that we had gotten was that we showered together, and he had a great time soaping my naked body up. He then had a great time making me need another shower as well.

We used the room service facility for the food and drinks during the day, but for the evening meal, we decided to venture out to the restaurant. I had messaged my team to sort me out with something to wear, and a very sexy dress had been delivered for me. Chris was given a suit to wear. The hotel was very high-end, and was not the sort of place where you would get away with jeans and a t-shirt at the evening meal.

At a reasonable time, I dragged myself out of bed and out of reach of Chris for the first time in almost 18 hours. I was naked, and Chris watched as I walked around the bed and into the bathroom. I knew that Chris was perving on me as I walked around. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I put on any sort of show for his viewing pleasure, but I was aware of his eyes on me, and I was not shy when naked. I showered again and put on some panties before I went back into the bedroom. Chris was still in bed, although he had turned on the TV. I glanced at it, and it was just a news channel that was cycling. Chris watched me as I walked around the bed again and sat at the dressing table. I made no effort to cover up my breasts while I dried my hair. Chris finally got up and showered as well. He came back out wearing just boxers, and I grinned at him as I watched him in the mirror. He came over and leaned over me for a kiss. It was just a peck on the lips compared to what had been the norm for the last 18 hours, but it was nice, and it felt so much nicer than a peck on the lips should have done.

I finished off my make-up and stood up. Chris was now wearing trousers and a shirt, and it took all of my strength not to cancel the dinner reservation and just eat him instead. He was so sexy. Although he could clearly not tie a tie, after his fourth attempt, I did it for him. He thanked me, and I dropped the dress over my head.

It was the polar opposite of yesterday; my dress yesterday had been floor-length and had a fairly high neck. This one was very high up on my thighs and low cut enough for me to wish I had bigger boobs to fill it. The cut was perfect, though, and I had checked the label; it was another sponsor one. Off the shelf for the general public, but this one had been made specifically for my body shape and size.

I added some jewellery and the shoes that had been provided as well. I winced as I felt my toes get pinched again. I wiggled my toes and found a comfortable position. I bent over to fasten them and became instantly aware of the view that gave Chris. "Let's cancel," he said, "I want to eat that," he added with a grin as he stared at me, bent over. I switched to a crouch, but the dress was super short. So he saw my panties either way. Although when I was crouching, I was at least not in a "come and fuck me" position.

"You can later," I offered. "In fact, I may demand it."

"Promise?" he asked as he came up to me and gave me a hug and a squeeze. His hands wandered underneath my dress, and he was gently teasing my panties out of the way while we cuddled.

"Yeah, let's not," I said as I swatted his hand away from my ass. "Food. Then dessert," I said with a grin.

He grumbled and reached up my dress again. He loosely took hold of my panties and tugged them slightly. "Do you need them?" he suggested.

"Unfortunately, I do," I replied and twisted out of his embrace before we just got naked and fucked again. "It gets worse for you as well," I added as I showed him the modesty shorts that I would be wearing. It was a high-end restaurant, but an up-skirt of Sophie Lloyd sells in any market, and I definitely needed the shorts. The terrible end of the media goes crazy if they get a good underwear picture.

I slipped them on and made sure the dress still looked okay in the mirror. It did, you could tell that the shorts had been designed in line with the dress, and they were invisible. I guess I didn't technically need the thong as well, but I might as well keep it on now.

The meal was lovely and not just the food. The company was next-level awesome. I am in real danger of gushing over him, so I will just say that he was perfect and leave it at that. I was also very pleased when I was offered the wine menu as well. Had I not been allowed, I would not have been given the option. I let Chris pick, as to me, wine is wine, and he picked a very nice red wine, which I forgot the name of.

I double checked that I was allowed a drink, and the reply was "Don't go nuts, but yes, you can have a glass or two." We sat and enjoyed the meal, and then retired to the bar area as it was more comfortable. The bar area was public access, and so fans could get to me, which is fine, as I do love my fans. They pay for this lifestyle at the end of the day, but I just wanted to be a girl, cuddled into her new man. It wasn't an endless stream of people wanting to say hello to me, but there were quite a lot. Mainly autographs and hugs, but a few wanted a selfie with me. A couple of them sat and actually had a chat for a few minutes. Mainly, how to get into the fighting leagues. My "break" was well publicised, and it ultimately came down to two options. The first being, be rich and buy your way in. The second, be lucky, like I had been.

Fans are great, and I do get a buzz from the effect that just having time for them has. It takes minimal effort for me to make their day better. It still confuses me how I am in this situation, but if taking a few seconds out of my day to sign an autograph, give someone a hug, or let them take a selfie with me makes their day much better, then what is the harm? I am a people person, and these people literally fund my life.

As the evening wore on, we got more comfortable. Chris got more comfortable with the people coming up and saying hello, and I got more comfortable that Chris wasn't going to snap and tell them to fuck off and leave us alone. A few even said hello to him as well. His life was now in the spotlight by proxy, and someone even asked him how to get into cheffing while his partner spoke with me. I don't think I have ever seen anyone look so flattered and confused as he did when someone knew who he was and what he did.

"Do you want another one?" Chris asked as I finished my third glass. They were small glasses and had been spread out over around four hours, so I was far from drunk. I did feel a fourth would be taking the piss though.

"No, I am okay," I said, "I will have a water if you want another?"

It was almost like the waiting staff could read our minds, and one of them came across. I am assuming it was because both of our glasses were empty, rather than them listening in on our conversation. "Would you like anything else?" the waiter asked.

Chris looked at me, and I just shrugged. "Up to you," I said, "Another drink, or we could..." I began and tailed off that sentence as he knew exactly what the other option was.

"We are okay, thanks," Chris said to the waiter, who just bowed his head in acknowledgement and cleared away the empty glasses and drink mats.

"Have a good night," the waiter said, "Massive fan, Miss Lloyd. So nice to have met you."

"Thanks," I replied and smiled at him. I knew he was on shift, so he was not allowed to "hassle" me, but I could hassle him. "Do you have a notepad and a pen?"

"I do," he said as he passed me an order pad and a pen.

I signed him a personal autograph using the name on his name tag and handed him back the pad and pen. "Thank you," he said with a beaming smile. He read and reread the autograph several times before he put it firmly into his pocket and left the table.

We got up and went via reception, where I said hello to a few other people on the way through. The elevator doors opened, and we went into it. The attendant selected our floor, and I took the shoes off as they were toe-crushingly uncomfortable. I would have to raise that. They were terrible. There is no way I can wear those again, and they were that bad that I would not feel comfortable (no pun intended) to endorse them either. The attendant grinned when he saw me take my shoes off. I just looked at him and smiled. I pulled my finger across my lips in a "quiet" motion. "You didn't see anything," I said with a grin.

He wouldn't tell anyone that my shoes were terribly uncomfortable, and the second that I could, I removed them, but the suggestion that he saw what he shouldn't was a nice tease, and he smiled back at me. He zipped his lips as well and diverted his eyes forward again. We left the elevator and went back into our room. Chris took his tie and jacket off the second we were through the door. I dropped the shoes onto the floor and sent a notification to my team that they were awful.

I was half expecting to fall back into bed again straight away and try to bang each other to death, but we didn't, and I liked that. Chris took his shoes off, and we sat on the sofa with the TV on. I cuddled into him, and he just stroked his hand up and down my side. We were not really watching the TV; it was just background noise while we chatted.

"Do you subscribe to my channel?" I asked him.

"I used to," he said.

"Used to?" I asked.

"Yeah, it kind of felt a bit close to home when we started dating," he said.

"Why watch videos when you can create your own with me?" I teased.

"Something like that," he said. "I did like the cuter content though."

"The behind-the-scenes stuff and the day-to-day life?" I asked, and he just nodded. I did wonder how my Dad got around that. Although maybe he enjoys watching his baby girl getting destroyed by whatever machine I get thrown to. My channel content is very cut up and edited. Forfeits and training situations are cut together to provide weeks of premium content when, in actual fact, I do not actually get destroyed that often. It does happen, and I would be lying if I claimed to not enjoy it. A good fuck is sometimes required, but I do not need it that often. Not as often as my subscribers seem to anyway. "I wonder if we can filter it?"

"I couldn't find a way," he said.

"Yeah, there must be a way behind the scenes, I mean," I said, "You kind of want a 15-rated filter on an extreme 18-rated channel."

He laughed at that description. "Yeah, something like that," he said.

We sat in each other's company for a while. Conversation flowing between us as we just chatted. It isn't until you start talking that you realise how little you actually know about each other. Nothing juicy, just the boring stuff that all adds up to make you who you are.

"How involved do you want to be?" I asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Boyfriend content is popular," he looked at me like a rabbit in the headlights, which kind of answered my question. "Not necessarily at the forfeit level, but that is super popular. Especially if my opponent's boyfriend is involved as well. I guess it is if you want to be Sophie Lloyd's boyfriend in the media, or for it to just be that Sophie Lloyd has a boyfriend."

"I hadn't really thought about it," he said.

"Yeah, that is fair enough," I said. "It is fine either way. A life 100% in the spotlight is hard, but it is an option."

"What would you want?"

"If I answered that, it would influence you."

"So not 100% in the spotlight?" He surmised. I just smiled at him. It would be cool to share some of the forfeit experiences, but that fun evaporates if I lose and watch my boyfriend get fucked by another girl. I would do it to my opponent, so 100% she would do it to me. That is the point. Humiliation and forfeit. One of the ultimate forfeits is your significant other. It is symbolic only, but even so. Green-eyed monster. I would like him to be involved more than zero, just for the support, really. This is a hard job at times, and a literal strong man to just hold me and as a safe vent option would be nice. "I would like to see how you train," he added.

"You can see how I train," I said, "If you want."

"It would be cool," he replied, "Like, how do you even prepare for it? Just the event itself."

"That is one of the hardest things. The assault on your senses when you go into the arena for the first time. So many guys get stage fright and can't perform. It is impossible to replicate in training," I said.

"How do you cope?"

I just shrugged. "I guess I am just lucky," I said. "I get super nervous beforehand, but I can keep my focus and push through it."

There was a lull in the conversation, and so I showed him an image of the spider training drone that I am now using. "Fucking hell. What the fuck is that?" he asked.

"Training drone," I said with a smile.

"You fight that?" he asked, his tone rising at the end of the question.

"I try," I replied. I then showed him a few of my failed attempts. I skipped the graphic defeats and just kept it "porn for hotel TV" friendly. I cycled a load of them though. Including some that I won as well. I ended it on the facial when the drone ejaculated all over my face.

"Yeah, I would love to watch you train," he said. "That is just insane. I assumed that the training process would be intense, but I had never thought about how physical it would be. Is it real cum?"

"Ew, no. What, like, get a load of guys to whack off before the training to 'load' up the machine," I replied with a grin. That would actually be gross and would add a further incentive to not lose. "It is a synthetic alternative."

"Is it...?" he began, but did not finish his sentence.

"The texture is fairly good," I said as I assumed that was where he was going. "The taste is a bit chemically. Sorry to spoiler you here, but the taste of cum is not my favourite anyway. The fake stuff is realistic enough to incentivise to not end up wearing it. Or swallowing it.

"Do you have to swallow it?" he asked.

"It depends on the training day," I said, "Not usually, but sometimes the 'ending' will be in me or in my mouth. It keeps the training fresh and gives real jeopardy. I would try a lot harder if I knew I was swallowing any defeat, and that is the point of training. Not knowing if it is set to cum in me, on me, or just let me go once it has won just helps with the training mindset. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst."

"You are awesome, you know?" he said as he looked at me with respect and even a bit of admiration.

"I wouldn't go that far," I replied, "But you can watch training. You will need to sign all sorts of NDA shit, but you can probably watch a raw training session if you want."

"Raw?" he asked.

"We do censored and curated ones for fans, but they are fairly neutered. I would think that you would be able to watch a real session," I said, "I can ask if you want?"

"Yeah, I would like that," he said, "Wanna watch me slice and dice a steak?"

"If that is some sort of chefy euphemism, then yes, please," I said with a grin, "If not, I will probably pass and just swallow the magic you produce." That was loaded with double entendre, and it did not go unnoticed.

As the conversation slowed down, we were kissing more than we were talking, and I was getting really turned on. I could feel the tingle and my excitement as he kissed me. It was not even sexy kissing. It was fairly intense, but it was not anything heavier than a lover's kiss. He didn't even need to use his tongue. The more he kissed me, the more I melted, and my panties were starting to get a bit wetter. I rested my hand between his legs and was pleased that he was having a similar reaction as well. I wrapped my fingers around his erection through his trousers and boxers, then gave him a squeeze. "Oh wow," he moaned as I stroked him through two layers of clothing.

I nestled into his side while I played with him. At the angle that I was at, he couldn't get between my legs, but he could get to my breasts. He gently teased my nipples, and my wetness multiplied. The straps of the dress fell off my shoulders, and it slid down, exposing my chest to just below my ribs. I squeezed him harder and picked up the pace with my hand. He was being so gentle and loving. Too gentle and loving. I twisted my head around and gently bit his ear. I applied pressure through my teeth until he flinched, and I let go. He twisted his head to look at me, and I just bit my lip as I looked at him. "You can be a bit rougher," I suggested.

He looked at my bare chest and nipped at the nipple closest to him. He looked into my eyes, and I just pushed my chest towards him in encouragement. He pinched my nipple a little bit harder and twisted his thumb and forefinger as he did so. Electricity rippled through my body, and I moaned in satisfaction. "Yeah, just like that," I said softly.

He learned quickly, and I am not even sure when I lost the dress. He had twisted so he was facing me, and his hand was between my legs while he licked and sucked my nipples. After a couple of cautious tests and with no objection from me, he gently bit my right nipple. I pushed my chest against his mouth, and he bit a little bit harder. "Oh God yes," I said, "That," I added as I approved.

His hand was stroking my pussy through the modesty shorts and my panties, and it felt so nice. I reached and found him again. I unzipped his trousers and worked my hand into them. I slipped into his boxers and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. I felt him tense as I started to play with him. He fumbled at my shorts as he tried to push them down, but my legs were wide open, so that was logistically not going to happen. I liked the advantage I had though, so I kept my legs open, and he switched back to rubbing me through the shorts. I was soaked, although through two layers of clothing I doubt he could feel my wetness, but I would be very hot to the touch.

He rubbed my pussy while I worked him inside his boxers. I grinned at him as he was going to cum. I could feel it in my hand as well as the wetness of his boxers as the pre-cum soaked into them. "A bit higher," I said, "Focus on my clit."

He did and gently rubbed at my clit through my clothes. He tried to work his hand into my shorts, but I stopped him. "Nar, that makes it too easy," I said, "Suck my nipples."

He dropped his head and licked my nipples. His fingers were perfectly positioned with the exact pressure that I needed. I would cum, but there was no way he was lasting long enough to make me before he did. "I am gonna cum," he said urgently.

"Yep," I replied, "Go on," I said as I picked up the pace of my hand.

His fingers lost coordination first, and then his mouth and tongue. "Oh fuck," he breathed as I felt him get harder in my hand. I went faster and looked into his eyes as he stared back at me. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped loudly.

I felt him cum into his boxers and just grinned at him. So much came out of him, and I just kept going as fast as I could with my hand until he stopped me. "Yeah, okay," he said as he grabbed my hand, "Done. Fucking hell. Wow," he said as he caught his breath.

"Yeah, someone made a mess," I teased as I showed him my hand that was covered in his semen. I played with it between my fingers while he regained his senses again. I used the slipperiness of it to rub my fingers together and then stretched my fingers apart to spread the cum across them. I rotated my hand and fingers to catch any drips while he watched. He had recovered his senses, and so I looked him dead in the eyes. I manipulated the cum so that most of it was in the cup of my fingers that I had created. I let it gloop to my fingertips, and he looked at my hand instead of into my eyes. I slowly lifted my fingers to my mouth, making sure to keep the cum balanced on my fingertips and then let a ribbon of it drop onto my tongue.