Page 1 of The Midnight Prize

ROUND ONE

“Don’t do it, Dame.”

Derek’s words rang in my ears, as I lay on my back and stared up at the stars. I'd made my decision and hearing, “I told you so,” wouldn’t get me back to my feet before my opponent delivered his final blow.

“Don’t go fucking a woman on fight night. You need your energy.”

It’s the first rule in fighting. A woman will take your legs, but dammit, I’d been without pussy for far too long. I needed a release and determined to get myself one. Plus, no one I'd fought had shown they could hold a candle to me. I’d been training since I was five, so these fuckers in the game couldn't touch me. On a normal night, anyway.Where the hell did I go wrong?

I’d swiped left for a few hours and liked every woman that I saw, whether they’d shown some ass in their shots or not. The ones that showed most of their tits got a super like. I was on the hunt tonight and needed a blonde with big tits. Or a brunette with huge knockers. Or a redhead. Hell, their hair, skin, eye color, fucking fingernail polish, none of it mattered. Did she have the kind of tits that I could put in my mouth and suck until I lost my breath or not? I was busting a nut tonight, and a pro was out of the question. No way in hell I’m paying more than twenty bucks tonight for pussy. Drinks would cost me about that much, and if I’m lucky, I wouldn’t even need to spend that. The average woman on these sites wouldn’t consider themselves prostitutes, but let’s face it. All women are, and all men are their johns. You take a woman out on a date, feed her, romance her, and then fuck her. You’ve paid for her, like a pro. I had to respect the game they played. They’ll fleece as much out of you as they can, whether it's time, energy, and/or money. All so you can get between their legs, and the worst part of it is, they know it, they just don't want to come across as easy. That’s the crime in it all. At least professionals are upfront about it. They don’t pretend to want you for more than the deep dicking you’re giving them for that hour you’ve paid them for. It's all fucked up, but soft tits are always preferable to using my hand and lotion. Damn.

Dating sites are the greatest. They've taken all the guesswork out of whether a woman's a slut or not. A little time to move your finger right-to-left or left-to-right, and you've increased your odds for success on any given night. If you’re efficient, the time it takes to swipe or click the monkey or whatever fucking icon on your phone represents showing these hoes interest can be minimized. Prostitutes cost too much for a damn blow or hand job. There are enough thots in the world where I don't need to put in much effort to bang the shit outta them. Whoever thought of dating and hookup apps was a genius for guys like me who have limited time. He was more than likely a lonely bastard holed up in his mama's basement, but I appreciate him. Once you’ve sorted through the ones that are trying to play the relationship game, women on these sites can serve to get the job done. I may have to spend more hours to get them face-down-ass-up, but it’s worth it if all she wants is some drinks. Plus, I have nothing better to do to kill time tonight.

I’d flicked through a hundred or so women, each one the same as the last, none standing out as more than ass for me tonight. Until I reachedherprofile. She was something else. I can't explain it other than to say that her profile called to me like a beacon. I must admit I got excited when I liked her and the notification popped up that she’d already matched with me. Still, I don’t have time for games, so I hit her with the classic chat opener.

“Hey.” It’s cheesy and unoriginal and would go unanswered by ninety-five percent of women, but that’s the point. I. Want. To. Fuck. And I want to do it in a matter of hours, so if she’s not down to do that this opener is a great way to sort through the bullshit. If she unmatched me or sent me some snide comment, then I’d know she wasn’t what I was on the hunt for, despite her profile. It's all about being efficient and saving me a lot of time and energy. Though, if I’m honest, I hoped she wouldn’t unmatch me. Her body was phenomenal from her profile pictures. Sex appeal dripped through every pixel of hers on my screen, but not because she dressed like trash. Far from it. Her pics revealed a subtle, sexiness. Like a woman who knew what she was doing. Her hair was dark brown and went down her back, with light auburn streaks. It reminded me of the sun's rays as it set over the horizon. The effect her pictures had on me made me feel poetic.

Her eyes were green. Or gray? Did the color of them change depending on the angle of light? Fuck me, I couldn’t tell, but whatever color they were, captivated me. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her breasts were big enough to fill my large hands, which meant they would be perfect for my mouth. The best was a woman whose tits were large enough to have them in your mouth with plenty left over. It allowed me to feel and massage those fuckers while I sucked the shit out of them. A lot of men don’t give the breasts of a woman the proper attention they’re due, but not me. I’m a breast man. I spend so much time on them, while I’m fucking her, she'll feel my tongue dancing on her nipples the next day. Time spent, massaging, sucking, and licking her breasts was a must in any of my sexual encounters.

Her skin was perfect. A small mole above her upper lip on the left like on posters of Hollywood starlets from the early years. I think. I’ve never been a movie historian, but I’m pretty sure a well-placed mole was an admirable trait on women back in the day. It doesn’t matter what guys found beautiful decades before though, this beauty had flawless olive skin.

Swiping through a couple more of her profile pictures revealed that this baby had an ass. Not the unrealistic ones’ women posted nowadays due to surgery. Or the ones they had because of ridiculous glute exercises. She had the natural ass of a woman that’d been blessed by what her mama gave her. Fuck me, if this woman’s entire body was nothingbutnatural deliciousness. If I set up a meet and this profile turned out to be fake, I was fucking going to kill whoever showed up. You don’t play with a man’s emotions like that, I don’t care what those stupid, short videos on social media teach you. My blood and cock were up, and I would find relief one way or another. Beat the shit out of this stunning woman's pussy, or beat the shit out of whoever showed up to catfish me.

My heart jumped in my chest when the chime on my phone went off and indicated she’d responded. I held my breath like a stupid teenager as I opened the side chat feature on this app. I sent the classic “Hey” greeting and hoped she’d be agreeable, but didn't forget about the ninety-five percent of women that would blow me off. I let loose the air that'd been trapped as I held it and let loose a deep, cleansing breath. She didn’t blow me off, say anything rude, or curse me out. Score.

“Lol,” came the response and my dick hardened at the same time the corners of my mouth curled up. “Don’t you have anything better than that?” she texted.

Oh, I have a whole lot of things better than that.“I have a lot of things better than that,” I typed back.

“Hmm. Like what?”

Fuck. Yeah.Thisis exactly what I need right now. There were a couple of hours before I had to show up to The Pit and this would do quite nicely. I flipped back to the main page of her profile, and checked the location meter. She was only a couple of miles away. “If you’re not scared to meet, then you can find out.”Let’s play, sexy.

Three dots flickered back and forth on my screen to indicate she was typing a response, and my hands began to sweat. I don’t beg women to open their legs for me, there are too many willing ones out there for that. I had enough women that I remained supplied with enough pussy to last a lifetime. All of them were gorgeous. I didn’t waste my time with anything less than an eight, and some were even worthy of another night. None, however, were worth a relationship. Not my style, and not in my plans. Yet, for this one, all I could think of was “please.” She didn't even register on the ten-point scale. She placed too high.

The chime from my phone again and my eyes grew wide as her response came in. “I’m not scared.”

Hesitation leads to masturbation, and I wasn’t feeling that tonight. I wanted to feel inside of her, and I wanted it tonight. “Address?”

The three little dots followed by her location gave me heart palpitations as my dick leaped for joy. A search of the map app on my phone revealed how long it would take for me to arrive. “I’ll be there in less than thirty,” I sent back.

“Bring wine.”

This chick had me on fire and we hadn’t even fucked yet. Shit, that brought me to reality. If I go over there now, she’s got me so damned excited that I’ll cum in three strokes.Dame, we can’t have that, now can we?

I reached into my bag, pulled out my laptop, and powered it to life. A couple of quick clicks and I was on my favorite porn scene. Shit! I didn't have anything to catch my sperm, and time was ticking. I told her I’d be there in less than thirty, and it’s already been five minutes. I’m not blowing this chance, but I also need to blow a load so I don't blow in her too soon.

When it came to sex, I had a high libido and could have multiple orgasms on any given encounter. Sometimes, when I was really turned on, I’d bust two or three times without losing my stroke. Either way, I would always bounce back quick and be ready for the next round within minutes. I know my body, but no matter how good I was, there’s no denying that first nut and the correlation to a man's excitement. Premature ejaculation is such a buzz kill. Good thing I discovered a long time ago how to handle that. There’s no way I’m cumming in a chick this hot after only a few pumps. I pushed play on the scene, and raw dogged it, lotion be damned. I’d clean up later, but that first nut had to go. I’m going to fuck the shit out of her, then go fuck up my opponent and win that prize money. It’sThe Midnight Prize, so the cash is always at its highest. This is sure to be my night.

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IHATE NIGHTS LIKEthis. I’m not superstitious, but when it’s so dark that you can’t see three feet in front of you, that's a problem. And nights filled with problems are never good. But, I made great time getting to her house, so nothing should go wrong. I even had time to stop at the store closer to her spot so I could pick up the wine and a box of rubbers. I don't care how hot she is, I play it safe when it comes to my dick. I’ll fuck a woman all night long, but I’m a street fighter and a damn good one. I don’t need any kids weighing me down, because I went in raw. And I hate pulling out. She’s got three holes, and on a good night, my cock will be in all three. Why the fuck would I pull out of one of them at the last moment? No, she gets balls deep, but balls deep with a condom.

The light from my phone cuts through my thoughts like it does the darkness. She sent another text. “How long?”

Damn, she wants it bad. Good, it will make it that much sweeter.“10 mins,” I return. I press the opportunity to see if I could get it all while the opportunity stared me in the face. “Send me something to look at,” I text back.

The picture she sent damn near made me crash on the side of the road. I had to pull over and soak in every pixel. It was glorious. Her head wasn't in the photo, but her breasts were on full display, and they were everything I imagined. She had her legs spread to reveal a clean-shaven pussy.Fuck, this is one of the hottest nudes ever received.My dick pushed against my jeans so hard that any longer and I'd get a damn rug burn. No matter what else happened tonight, this would be the perfect keepsake. It's going in the private collection for future exploits, for sure.

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