Till I Collapse


Seth Vaughn had never seen anyone so beautiful. She was in the fifth or sixth or seventh…it didn’t matter for she was captivating. Clad in red, and smiling…seemingly at him. “You here…Hello!” a familiar voice yelled jarring him from the beauty before his eyes. Seth looked at his trainer, Pops McKensie. He used to train boxers, but as time passed, Pops saw the writing on the wall, and started dealing with martial arts. Soon he became well known for training MMA fighters. He “retired” from training for five years to run a gym, but when he saw Seth walk into his gym two years ago, Pops decided this kid was worth coming out of retirement for. “I hear you Pops” Pops looked at Seth skeptically. “Boy, you better be here…this guy will kill you with a look if you aren’t careful” Pops instructed. Seth listened intently, the girl out of his mind…for now. Pops was still; talking “…work his body, and keep him out of reach with your left jab. Work him, and keep it standing, he will maul you on the ground” “Got it Pops,” “Last round kid,” Pops said looking him in the eyes. “You are probably up in points after knocking him down the last round, but don’t get cocky. You are undefeated, keep it that fucking way,” Pops and Mickey Khan, Pops’ second got the stool and got out of the cage. Mickey looked at him. “Say, end this shit quick,” he shouted. “I’m fucking hungry,” Seth laughed slightly, and hopped up and down staying loose. He played with his mouthpiece a bit with his tongue; a strange habit he had. He looked across the cage. Seth’s opponent was Steve Skull Crusher Smith a ten-year MMA vet, who had a tendency to be gassed by the third round. While he lacked cardio and outweighed Seth by twenty pounds, Smith was just as quick as Seth. He looked back at Seth, and Seth saw it…something he had been waiting for…the look. The look of defeat . Seth smiled. “You ready?” the ref looked at Smith who looked back, nodded, looked back at Seth before quickly dropping his eyes to the canvas. Seth appraised him, and saw his gut moving in and out. He was gassed. “You ready?” the ref asked Seth. “Fuck yeah,” Seth said through his mouthpiece. The ref just saw his lips move, which was enough for him. He signaled for the bell. As usual, Seth danced around cautiously. The first two rounds, Smith came to him, however this time around, the veteran kept his distance. Seth came closer, and sent a sharp kick to Smith’s midsection causing Smith to visibly wince, and cover up. Seth smiled as he moved in for the kill. Smith moved away, breathing heavy; his mouth open and his hands were low. However, Seth knew better than to just go in, for Pops taught him a wounded animal is dangerous. He covered up and feigned a right cross, while shooting a left hook to the bruised area. Smith winced again, covered up, and Seth hit him with another two jab, straight right combo to the head. Smith feebly tossed a wild right cross. Seth leaned back, laughed and kicked him in the face. Smith stumbled back, the crowd on its feet. For a second, Seth lost focus, and glanced at the chick; the hot chick in red. She was cheering for him, jumping up and down, her boobs bouncing freely. Damn she was so fucking sex- The right hit him, and Seth’s whole head turned. He fell to the ground; the sounds around him seemed garbled and far away. Even his body as it hit the canvas seemed far away. He felt Smith hit him once, as his head hit the canvas. That hit woke him up, and Seth covered up. Smith slowly reared up again for a second blow, and Seth twisted slightly, his senses coming back to him, and hit Smith with a straight left. Smith fell back on his feet and hands, and tried to scramble back, hoping the cage would help him get his senses back. Seth got up, and rushed him. Once he had Smith weakened, Seth tied Smith up in a chokehold. Smith’s face went from tan, to red, to purple. He weakly tapped Seth’s arm, and the ref rang the bell. Seth immediately let go, and stood up pushing Smith’s semi conscious body off of him. Seth looked at the crowd pointed at them all, going in a circle to show his appreciation, before he bowed. Moments later the ring announcer declared Seth the victor while the ref raised his arm in victory. He went to the cage door, and waved. Pops was looking at him, with both a smirk and a frown, how he did that Seth never knew. Seth sheepishly grinned back, before stepping into his flip-flops. He put on his gi, with Mickey Khan’s help. They moved up the aisle, the fans showing Seth love. He shook hands and gave high fives, genuinely happy folks paid money to see him. Yet his eyes danced around the crown, seeking, searching, and there she was. She was at the last spot before the aisle began to steep downwards to the locker rooms. She was smiling. Seth smiled back. She waved and Seth reached out for her. He began to pull her to him, but security began to come close to him. “What is your name?” “Bonita,” she said, her voice sounding like angels in his ear. “Bonita Benavidez,” Seth smiled at her. “I will find you Bonita Benavidez!” he yelled as security began to herd him into the locker area. “Not if I find you first Seth Vaughn!” she yelled blowing him a kiss. ************************************************************** “What the fuck Seth,” a statuesque blond said in the dressing room. She was smoking a thin cigar. “You tryin’ to give me a fucking heart attack?” “Boy, if he was fresher, he would have finished you,” Pops said. Seth looked at them both. “Relax,” he replied. “I won the fight,” The blond looked at him. “Yeah you won, but you gotta win impressively,” Her name was Scarlett Covington, and she was his manager. She was built like a comic book heroine; long thick natural blond hair, full pouty lips, a rack Dolly Parton would be proud of as well as a perfect ass seemingly carved lovingly and patiently out of stone. For some reason after college, Scarlett felt the need to invest her inheritance, and use her MBA. So she invested in Pops gym –initially for the sweaty male view- but became Seth’s manager once Pops convinced her he was the real deal. The fight he’d just won, Scarlett set up, and was his biggest payday to date. She was savvy, articulate, clever and sexy. Scarlett was the ultimate chick; she could outthink a college professor, cuss like a sailor if the need arised, be the ditsy blond just enough to close a deal, and according to legend, fuck a grown man to the point of tears. Seth wouldn’t know about the last one; he did not mix money and pussy. A belief Scarlett just hated. mersin escort “That wasn’t convincing?” Seth growled. “I whooped his ass all three rounds. So he rocked me for what a few seconds, the fans got a thrill,” “Heard you might get fight of the night,” Mickey Khan said as he unraveled the tape around Seth’s hands and wrists. “But, he still could have whopped yo’ ass,” She looked at him through a thin veil of smoke. Seth normally hated chicks who smoked, but Scarlett made it look sexy. She was in her usual fight night uniform; blazer and pantsuit, this one colored blue, with a white camisole underneath. Her Italian shoes gleamed in the florescent light, and for the umpteenth time, Seth regretted his no money/no pussy rule. But Pops was right. She was a great manager and might be one hell of a girlfriend, but she would suck as a manager and girlfriend. Then he remembered the chick in red. And as he was about to speak her name, Cowboy Judd Wallis walked into the locker room. “Nice fight boy,” the big man’s voice echoed off the walls of the locker room. As usual, he glanced at Scarlett with both lust and disdain. He stood at least six five, and weighed around 300 tops. He was a solid man, hailing from Brownsville, TX. He wore a custom-made buck hide sports coat and a ten gallon black cowboy hat. His belly protruded proudly over his massive gold belt buckle of silhouette of a naked girl’s profile. “You sure did pack ‘em in,” he reached inside his jacket pocket and held out the winner’s check. Wallis smiled. “Well deserved son,” Seth took the check. “Gave you a lil’ somthin’ extra for sellin’ out and putting on one hell of a show,” he laughed. “Shit,” he said dragging out the i. “When that boy knocked you down, the crowd went nuts. Beer sells after you won went through the roof, not to mention your t-shirts,” “Which we get 35% of,” Scarlett chimed in as she looked at the check over Seth’s’ shoulders. “Does this check reflect tonight’s income and our correct percentage,” The cowboy licked his lips, while his face looked as if he swallowed shit. “Great night indeed; Two three more fights, and you might be ready for the big leagues boy,” Seth looked at the check and grinned. “I am more than ready for the big time,” Wallis looked at Pops, who was busying himself around the room. Without looking up from the table, “More than ready,” Everyone seemed to ignore the fact Wallis’ failed to answer Scarlett’s query. Wallis laughed. “Maybe,” Wallis bellowed. “But not with this crew of misfits,” he bowed slightly. “No offense Pops,” he said his voice with true respect, a sound unfamiliar to Seth until now. “God knows you are the best scout of talent and the best damn trainer around, but lets face it, you don’t have that fire for the road and all its bullshit,” Pops still did not look up from what he was doing, “Maybe,” he croaked. “Maybe not,” He paused. “Will go if asked though,” Wallis smiled, and then he looked at Seth. “Talent can only take you so far kid, I got the machine to make you huge,” Seth smiled. “Said the spider to the fly,” “You need top shelf management,” Wallis said talking past the slight verbal jab. “A world class training facility and training staff. Not to mention a rehab crew,” Seth handed Scarlett the check. “I got that,” he said. “I got that in spades,” Wallis looked at him disdainfully. “Bless your heart kid,” “Like I’ve said a million times,” Seth said as he began to untie his shorts. “Take me as I am. By me, I mean we. We have been there when I slept in a fucking car eating beans and old ass bread. We have been there through death and taxes and blood and sweat and fucking tears. So if I aka We ain’t good enough for you, you can just kiss my ass,” Seth finished his speech as his shorts dropped to the floor, and he was now clad only in a jock strap. Scarlett was behind him, his ass out for her to see. She licked her lips as her pussy tingled slightly. Ok…more than slightly. Clapping came from behind Wallis. The cowboy’s entourage consisted of two bodyguards and his accountant/lawyer/BBQ chef Chip Chester; a man who while wealthy and respected, is still traumatized by the ridicule his name earned him during junior high school. The three men parted, with Chip’s mouth dropping slightly. The man clapping was a vision: six six, dressed impeccably in a blue cashmere jacket, black slacks and a white crew neck pull over. His muscular frame looked comfortable beneath the business attire, but his tan suggested that he would be just as at ease on a beach clad only in a snug bathing suit. A vision Scarlett was deep in as the man known as K.D. Austin; founder, primary owner and CEO of the American Universal Fight League, stopped midway into the locker room, in between the two groups. He walked in alone. He was a third degree black belt in karate and judo. He was a former Marine as well. His long blond hair hung just a top his broad shoulders. His presence alone made women pause. “Great fucking fight,” he said. He looked at Scarlett. “Hello, Miss Covington,” “Mr. Austin,” she said, not even trying to hide the lust in her voice. Austin greeted everyone else, saving Seth for last, who pulled up his shorts. He was afraid if they started to talk about money, he might get wood. “Seth,” Austin said. “You are ready for the big time,” he looked around the room. “And I respect a man who is loyal,” he looked at Seth. “I ask that you sign a three fight deal with my organization. And,” he grinned. “If you win your first fight, I will guarantee you a title fight for the light heavyweight belt. The winner’s cut, plus any bonuses you get. “How does this help me?” Wallis chimed in. “I found this kid. I gave him his big fight,” Austin looked at him. “You can host the championship fight,” he looked at Scarlett and smiled. “Shall me go hammer out the details,” “No time like the present,” she grabbed her purse, and put the check inside her ample bra. “Taa, taa,” she said to Seth. He grabbed her arm gently, but strong enough to make her stop. “Hey, find a girl for me,” “Ain’t I enough,” she hissed. “Her name is Benita. Benita Benavidez. Sexy curvy brunette, was in the tenth row or less wearing red,” “Ok,” she looked at Austin who was walking out of the room. “I am going to have my hands full,” “Make sure you negotiate a fair cut, and then make him cum like a geyser,” She grinned, “One don’t cum without the otha’” she quipped. **************************************************************** Austin owned a suite at the top of Farrington Center. Scarlett mersin escort bayan stood looking out a floor to ceiling window. The city skyline was in full view, with the ocean providing a tranquil background. “Ok, well, then we are settled,” Chip said as he closed his satchel. “I will send your attorney’s the paperwork. I must say this was a swift and decisive negotiation. I wish all my meetings went this smooth.” Austin stood up. The sports coat was off, and he only wore the crewneck shirt. His muscles straining against the fabric, as he held his right hand out. “Why fuck around,” They shook hands, and Chip walked out. Austin closed the door, and put the latch on. “And now, my sweet-” he turned to see Scarlett standing by the window wearing only a lacy black garter belt and stockings. He swallowed. She took a sip from her glass of merlot. “You were saying something,” He swallowed again. He’d fucked her ten times now, with each time being more mind-blowing than the last. Yet each time he saw her nude, it was a breath-taking site. Round, full breasts, with light brown areola, a flat taut tummy with a pierced belly button and a six-pack he loved cuming on. Her ass was formed from hours on a treadmill with legs to match. And to top it all off, she had the cutest little feet he’d ever seen. “I was saying now we can get down to business,” he managed to stammer as his cock raged to be released from the confines of his slacks. She held out her hands as she sashayed down the short staircase. “I agree whole heartedly,” she swallowed her wine in one gulp. “And now, let us celebrate in the fruits of our labor,” she kissed him on the lips. Austin responded back, getting lost in her essence. Her tongue danced around in his mouth, and normally, he was in charge. He was the alpha, and the omega. Yet, as he fell backwards onto the sofa, Scarlett Covington was in charge. And he was her willing bitch. His shirt was off his body in seconds, and somehow, she managed to drop his pants and engulf his hardening cock in one smooth move. Just as her tongue danced within the confines of his mouth, it just as expertly caressed his dic as it grew to its full size. Austin groaned in pleasure. Scarlett gagged slightly for she could no longer deep throat his girth. So, she tickled his head, outlining its contours with her tongue. She was wet and eager to fuck him. He was fully erect, standing straight up as she mounted him. They both sighed in pleasure with that initial stroke. Scarlett loved to fuck, which was why she was with Austin. Her family was rich, and when her father died, he left her a ton of cash, which she used wisely; splurging only on her birthday and Christmas. Ok, she also went crazy on Mother’s day and her mom’s birthday…but that was it. Scarlett loved fucking his chiseled body, and as she rode Austin’s hard cock with wild abandon, she felt herself begin to drip down his balls, as his hands took her full breasts and began to caress her protruding nipples. She began to moan. Scarlett wet three fingers on her right hand and began to titillate her own clit. The sensation hastened her pending orgasm. It had been three weeks since she fucked, and she needed to cum…bad. But moments to fuck came few and far between. The MMA fight game was a challenging one, and as a woman she had to work harder than her make peers. She worked hard for Seth…hard…Seth… Seth …her eyes closed, and her pussy got wetter. The man she made a living off of was the object of her every masturbatory moment over the last four years. She saw him naked dozens of times and one year on New Year’s Eve, they made out, with his rock hard cock pressing against her from the confines of his jeans. But that was it. They both reluctantly avoided mixing business with pleasure. But she wanted him…bad. Her mouth fell open, and her hands moved faster. Seth . Soon she was riding him, and he was inside her. They were kissing passionately on a sandy beach as the ocean breeze caressed their skin. They began to move in harmony now, not caring about anyone or anything. Moving as one as ecstasy, slowly began to encompass their body. When her orgasm hit, Scarlett screamed, making sure she did not cry out a name. Her body gyrated as her tight lips forced Austin to climax, he lifted her off of him, as is erect cock began to spurt hot cum in the air. Scarlett engulfed the volcanic erection, sucking the head as the last eruptions spurted out. He twisted, trying to escape the delightful movements of Scarlett’s hands and tongues, for his cock was so sensitive, he could not take it. Yet once again, Scarlett held him in place as she sucked his cock dry. He could do nothing but lie back in sheer pleasure. Little did he realize, or even care that all the while she was killing his cock Scarlett was thinking of Seth Vaughn. *************************************************************** The heavy bag was huge today, and Seth just smiled at himself as he danced around hitting the bag with heavy combinations involving kicks and punches to the head and body. All the while Pops was yelling in his ear. “Move, move, pick up your feet…move your fucking feet, and your head. Move your fucking feet…come on man…you can’t follow a punch with a body kick…my 5 year old granddaughter can hit harder and better than you-” Seth tuned Pops and his twenty year old shtick out after awhile. He just heard his own breathing as he fired blow after blow to the heavy bag. Then he saw her. It was only a fleeting vision. Just out the corner of his eye just as he delivered two more swift kicks to the bag before Mickey Khan held up a hand and Pops walked over to the curvy beauty. “Yes,” Pops said. The girl had two guys with her, one held a video camera, while the other a boom mic. Seth appraised them each carefully. They looked at him without waver and nodded in unison. Seth nodded back. Benita held out her perfectly manicured hand. Two weeks had passed, and Seth was training for his first fight in the AUFL. Scarlett did not seem to be in a hurry to find her, and Seth let the thought of fucking the brunette fall to the back of his mind. Training for this fight was his life, because a victory led him straight to the title. And Seth knew that belt would look damn good around his waist. Yet fate threw him a curve, and right now all five foot something or other of her was talking to Pops. “Hi, I am Benita Benevides and I am a huge fan of Seth’s” “Huge,” said the guy with the camera. “Like…I gotta pirate all yo fights for her man,” Benita gave escort mersin him a sideways glance but continued. “I am a senior at State University and I would love to interview Seth for my final project in video production and…” “Love too,” Seth interrupted smiling. “Anything for a fan, especially one trying top earn a degree,” He looked at Mickey Khan. “Gloves please,” Pops looked at him. “Your training kid,” “She’s got ten minutes,” Seth replied. “I need some protein any way,” Pops shrugged. “Cool with me, you can use my old office,” The gym had two parts. The gym for the public was on the first floor of the building. It was once an old clothing manufacture and distributor center. But Pops and Scarlett combined their cash and bought the place out. The gym rivaled any of the national chain gyms, but it had the addition of a true MMA and boxing training facility on the 2 nd and 3 rd floors. Seth had his own place on the fourth and final floor. It was his own personal training gym/apartment complete with a mock cage, floor mats, a heavy and a speed bag along with a weight set. He also had an elliptical by his bed, which he used for an hour at level ten three times a day. Benita did not fail to notice the bed; as well as a modern kitchen set complete with stove and sink, a 50 inch TV in a corner and a laptop on a the perfectly made bed. Finally there was a SubZero refrigerator which he now opened to retrieve a ready-made container of protein. Benita did not know what to think…he was cheap with class. Pops led her to an office. There was hot tub in the room with a bench, which went around the perimeter of the tub. “Your guys can set up here,” he said and walked out. Benita was wet as hell. She had always wanted to fuck in a hot tub, and now she was about to fuck Seth Vaughn, a guy she had always wanted to fuck in a place she always wanted top fuck in. damn…she thought…this shit must be a dream. Then her cousin Lorenzo pinched her awake when he dropped the camera. “Shit,” he spat in Spanish. He looked at his brother Ramon. “This is your fault man…I told you; you should have held the camera,” Ramon looked at him calmly. He had a little puff or two before they picked him up at his girlfriend’s house, so he was chillin. “Say man, why you blamin me fo yo lack of coordination?” he took a pause. “Shit, yo ass would have dropped this shit too,” he said holding the mic. Lorenzo slapped it out of Ramon’s hands. “There asshole,” Ramon looked at him. “Dude, why are you insisting upon fucking up my high?” Benita got between them. “Enough,” she said. “You two assholes have just caused me at least ten grand in damage,” Lorenzo looked at the busted equipment on the floor. “Damn cuz,” he replied. “This shit cost that much,” “Yeeesss,” she replied. “Now how am I gonna do my interview?” Lorenzo snorted. “Like you was gonna interview him,” he laughed. “If anything, he was gonna enter you shit before you interview anything he got,” he was proud of his quip. “I can get you some replacement equipment,” Ramon said. “I can take this buy that guy I know who does computers,” “You gotta guy for everything,” Lorenzo snapped. “You gotta guy to suck you dic,” “Yeah,” Ramon said. “Your wife,” The door opened, and Seth walked in. He looked at the equipment on the floor, then at the three people in the room. Benita in particular; she looked pissed. “Everything cool,” he said drinking some protein. “Yeah,” Ramón replied. “We are some clumsy guys. You think you could allow my cousin to record the audio of your conversation?” he held up an I-Phone. “Siri is a very useful bitch,” Seth grinned. “Sure, just allow us some privacy, please,” Ramon handed Benita the phone. “You need a rubber,” he hissed. Benita frowned at him as she took the phone. Lorenzo walked up to Seth. “Man,” he said. “I got like mad respect for you yo,” he said. Suddenly gushing like a schoolgirl. “Man, you just, you just like that dude from back in tha day…da Emperor of Institution,” Seth grinned. “Close enough,” he held out a hand, still taped. “Preciate tha love man,” “Yo, my cuz got mad love for you man…treat her right,” Seth nodded back. “She is a woman…that alone gets her my respect,” Lorenzo looked at him, head cocked to the side. “How you a bad ass and a wuss at the same time?” Ramon grabbed him by the neck, as Seth laughed. They went out the door, and Seth turned to Benita who was smiling as well. The equipment had been gathered, and all that was between Seth and Benita was space…and “I appreciate this opportunity to meet with you-” “You really want to interview me?” Seth asked. She paused. “uh…yes…” “Is that all,” She smiled and took a quick glance at the hot tub. “Well,” Seth grinned. “Unfortunately…I am in training,” Benita walked over to him. She began to unbutton the cherry red silk top she had on. She pulled it from the confines of the form fitting black skirt she was now unzipping. It fell to the floor, and she stepped from out of it smoothly. She had on a black garter belt, black stockings with those cool designs women were wearing now, and a black thong. Seth immediately got an erection. He could feel the heat from her pussy, taste its sweetness and bask within it its warm caress. Hell, the shit was calling his damn name. He stepped back. “I am in training,” he repeated. She had her top off and was about to unhook her matching bra. “For a fight I know you will win,” “Yeah, and therefore, we can’t fuck,” he said. “I can’t cum,” She looked at him quizzically. “What you got some kind of disease,” “Nah,” he replied sheepishly. “See, I haven’t lost a fight since before I went pro and the last time I lost a fight, I fucked during training. Well, for the next fight, I didn’t fuck, and I won. So…I kept doing the same shit, and well…” “Now it’s some crazy superstition you have, that if you fuck during a fight, you will lose,” He shrugged, and nodded reluctantly while still hearing her pussy… Seth … Seth … fuck me Seth … She laughed. “Well, then I guess we are just going to interview,” she already had her skirt back on and around her shapely ass. He had a thought. “Well, I said I couldn’t cum…never said you couldn’t” he said with a wicked smile. Benita smiled back. Moments later, Seth was between Benita’s tan, taught and smooth legs. Her red top was unbuttoned her bra for all to see. Her skirt was around her waist and her hands were running through Seth’s sweaty hair as his mouth feasted upon her. His tongue danced delicately along her inner thighs, before slowly licking its way to her lips. His kissed her pussy just as he kissed her succulent mouth earlier. He did not go near her clit, instead his tongue danced along the outer rim of her pussy. On the last round of kissing, he slid the tip of his tongue into her.

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