phrase “war of flesh”, though when she’d first approached him Tae had thought she was talking about his fight.
She was an achingly attractive woman, of Chinese descent, with a compact body that had all the right curves. Her hair was rigidly straight and her lips curled with the kind of coy smile that all but begged Tae to slap it off of her face before ramming his cock down her throat. As it turned out, he had given him her consent to do just that. She claimed that her name was Hu, and that she was a recruiter for an organization that was particularly interested in Tae’s talents. Tae had assumed she was talking about his fighting abilities, and had expected her to pitch him on joining this franchise or that as she followed him to the shed that served as his locker room. Tae had used a garden hose to dowse himself in order to wash the blood and sweat off as the young woman spoke, and it wasn’t long before he realized she wasn’t talking about fighting.
Hu revealed knowledge pertaining to most of Tae’s prostitution experiences. She congratulated him on his sexual brutality, though challenged him to show her what he could do against a consenting woman. Tae scoffed at that, and said that nobody would endure the kind of abuse he was into dishing without getting paid handsomely for it. Hu had responded by boldly casting her jacket to the ground and stripping right there in front of the fighter. Tae hesitated at first, then Hu commanded him to show her what he was made of, that she needed to see if he was the man she was looking for. At the time Tae hadn’t realized just how far down the rabbit hole he was about to go, all he though was how much he wanted to fill Hu’s holes.
Tae pulled his fighting trunks off and revealed his massive erection, taking a silent pleasure in how Hu’s eyes went wide at the sight of his size. Her reaction to his manhood enflamed Tae’s desire, and he asked her if she wanted to take back her offer. When Hu smiled that coy smile of hers Tae reacted with a fighter’s speed and lashed out at her with the palm of his hand. Most people didn’t realize just how powerful the act of slapping someone really was, though Tae knew intimately, as did several New Orleans prostitutes who were afraid to fuck him no matter how much they got paid. Hu was a tiny woman compared to Tae, and she fell to her knees from the force of the blow. Before she could react any further Tae took another step forward and snatched a fistful of her hair so that he could yank her head back.
The side of Hu’s face was already red where his hand had impacted, and as she opened her mouth to either protest or speak the fighter stuffed her with his huge cock. Tae knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was Hu that actually controlled the situation, since she could simply snap her jaws shut and probably mess up his manhood quite badly, perhaps even bite all the way through his girth. This was the real test, he told himself, and he found that he was absolutely certain she was going to stay on her knees and take it all. Something about her confidence, her calm acceptance that her body was forfeit, told him that he could do anything he wanted to this woman. If she had come here looking to get abused, he’d show her what kind of monster she’d found out in the bayou.
Tae used one hand to hold her hair and the other to grip her throat as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. Tae was immediately surprised and impressed by Hu’s apparent lack of gag reflex. The last time he’d throated a girl she’d puked twice before learning the trick to having ten plus inches of man meat shoved down her esophagus. Hu was struggling, of that there was no doubt, but she was doing it like a pro. Tae had watched plenty of adult films and this little Asian girl was taking dick better than any porn star he’d ever watched on screen. Tae smiled and decided that it was just another challenge. If she wasn’t going
She was an achingly attractive woman, of Chinese descent, with a compact body that had all the right curves. Her hair was rigidly straight and her lips curled with the kind of coy smile that all but begged Tae to slap it off of her face before ramming his cock down her throat. As it turned out, he had given him her consent to do just that. She claimed that her name was Hu, and that she was a recruiter for an organization that was particularly interested in Tae’s talents. Tae had assumed she was talking about his fighting abilities, and had expected her to pitch him on joining this franchise or that as she followed him to the shed that served as his locker room. Tae had used a garden hose to dowse himself in order to wash the blood and sweat off as the young woman spoke, and it wasn’t long before he realized she wasn’t talking about fighting.
Hu revealed knowledge pertaining to most of Tae’s prostitution experiences. She congratulated him on his sexual brutality, though challenged him to show her what he could do against a consenting woman. Tae scoffed at that, and said that nobody would endure the kind of abuse he was into dishing without getting paid handsomely for it. Hu had responded by boldly casting her jacket to the ground and stripping right there in front of the fighter. Tae hesitated at first, then Hu commanded him to show her what he was made of, that she needed to see if he was the man she was looking for. At the time Tae hadn’t realized just how far down the rabbit hole he was about to go, all he though was how much he wanted to fill Hu’s holes.
Tae pulled his fighting trunks off and revealed his massive erection, taking a silent pleasure in how Hu’s eyes went wide at the sight of his size. Her reaction to his manhood enflamed Tae’s desire, and he asked her if she wanted to take back her offer. When Hu smiled that coy smile of hers Tae reacted with a fighter’s speed and lashed out at her with the palm of his hand. Most people didn’t realize just how powerful the act of slapping someone really was, though Tae knew intimately, as did several New Orleans prostitutes who were afraid to fuck him no matter how much they got paid. Hu was a tiny woman compared to Tae, and she fell to her knees from the force of the blow. Before she could react any further Tae took another step forward and snatched a fistful of her hair so that he could yank her head back.
The side of Hu’s face was already red where his hand had impacted, and as she opened her mouth to either protest or speak the fighter stuffed her with his huge cock. Tae knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it was Hu that actually controlled the situation, since she could simply snap her jaws shut and probably mess up his manhood quite badly, perhaps even bite all the way through his girth. This was the real test, he told himself, and he found that he was absolutely certain she was going to stay on her knees and take it all. Something about her confidence, her calm acceptance that her body was forfeit, told him that he could do anything he wanted to this woman. If she had come here looking to get abused, he’d show her what kind of monster she’d found out in the bayou.
Tae used one hand to hold her hair and the other to grip her throat as he pumped himself in and out of her mouth. Tae was immediately surprised and impressed by Hu’s apparent lack of gag reflex. The last time he’d throated a girl she’d puked twice before learning the trick to having ten plus inches of man meat shoved down her esophagus. Hu was struggling, of that there was no doubt, but she was doing it like a pro. Tae had watched plenty of adult films and this little Asian girl was taking dick better than any porn star he’d ever watched on screen. Tae smiled and decided that it was just another challenge. If she wasn’t going
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