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Dead or Alive: I’m a Fucker	By : kunoichi_fan Category: +A through F > Dead or Alive Views: 20422 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hi again, guys! This is the second story in the Dead or Alive: I’m a Fucker series, this time featuring my fellow Brits, Christie and Eliot. I didn’t originally plan for the next story to release so soon after the first, but an idea for a scenario came to me, and it basically wrote itself from there (spoilers: it includes Christie and a lot of gratuitous anal fucking - enjoy!).
I appreciate all feedback, so please keep the ratings, reviews and suggestions coming. You can also email me at kunoichi_fan@hotmail.com if you prefer.
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Anal Sex Please, We’re British (Christie & Eliot)
Eliot loved coming home to London, particularly on days like today, when the sun was in the sky, and people were sunbathing on any piece of spare grass they could find. His master, Gen Fu, hardly ever gave him time away from training, so he always made the most of it. To that end, he was currently sitting in the bar of a swanky hotel, trying to look like he belonged there, and not like he was actually extremely excited to be drinking his first legal pint of beer.
Eliot was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt, which revealed his muscled arms. He found that the harder he trained, the more defined his body became, so he never wasted an opportunity to show it off. In fact, on his way to the hotel, he’d walked through Hyde Park with his shirt off, and enjoyed the attention he’d got from every girl he passed.
And speaking of girls, the reason why Eliot was sitting in the hotel bar at all was to meet up with one. Christie - his fellow fighter and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen - had somehow found out he was in the city, phoned him up and asked him to meet her there. Although he was hugely excited to see her, he was also equally nervous, as Christie had a habit of making him feel like a small boy; not the 18-year-old man he had become.
He found himself wondering what Christie would be wearing. During previous Dead or Alive Tournaments he’d seen her in some truly crazy outfits, including a catsuit, leather bondage gear, and even an open jacket with no bra, which somehow never came undone (Eliot suspected that liberal amounts of double-sided tape had been involved in that one). Come to think of it, Eliot couldn’t recall ever seeing Christie without her cleavage on show, so no doubt he’d be seeing it today too.
The memory of Christie’s glorious tits was enough to stir Eliot’s dick into action. Thinking that it probably wouldn’t do him any favours if Christie was to notice, he desperately tried to think of unsexy things. Like Brad. Or Gen Fu. Yeah, that did it.
Eliot had no time to celebrate this victory over his penis, however, as at that moment a woman with silvery white hair strolled over to the bar. Christie was wearing a short summer dress with a colourful floral pattern, and was attracting a lot of stares from men in the lobby. As Eliot had predicted, the dress was low-cut, displaying a not insubstantial portion of her breasts; she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Christie glanced around, spotted Eliot, and coolly walked over to him.
‘Eliot, I’m so glad you could come,’ she said, seductively. She kissed him on both cheeks, sat down on the stool next to him and crossed her legs.
‘It’s good to see you too!’ exclaimed Eliot, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. ‘How long has it been? I mean, we can’t have seen each other in, what, at least a year?’
‘Let’s skip the formalities,’ said Christie, simply.
‘Um, OK,’ replied Eliot, sheepishly.
‘I asked you hear because I need a favour.’ She paused, getting the measure of him. After looking him up and down, she said, casually, ‘I want you to fuck my arse.’ She spoke matter-of-factly, and made absolutely no attempt to lower her voice. It was as if she’d just asked about something as ordinary as the weather, not sodomy.
Eliot was sure he had misheard. ‘Sorry, what did you say?’
Christie whispered in his ear. ‘I said I want you, Eliot, to fuck my arse. Upstairs in my room; right here, right now.’ She leaned back, and revelled in the effect of her words.
To say Eliot was gobsmacked would be a massive understatement. He was staring at Christie like a complete simpleton, struggling to digest what he’d just heard. Surely she couldn’t be serious - could she? After several minutes, he said, ‘Do you really mean it?’.
‘Eliot, do I seem like the type of person who makes jokes?’
‘Well, no, but...’
‘I must be serious then, mustn’t I?’ She smiled, gave him another kiss on the cheek and walked out of the bar. For a second, Eliot stayed exactly where he was, but soon decided to take the risk and eagerly rushed after her through the lobby, as Christie knew he would. He followed her into the lift, and they found themselves alone.
‘I’ll level with you, Eliot,’ said Christie, immediately after the doors closed. ‘It’s been months since I had a decent fuck. I need someone with young, hung man meat to utterly ravish me. I need someone with the drive to last for hours. I need someone who won’t lose their erection the moment they cum. In short, I need someone like you. Do you think you can handle that?’
Eliot gulped. ‘Yes,’ he said, unsure whether he believed what he was saying.
‘Good,’ said Christie. She didn’t speak for the rest of ride up. When they finally reached the top floor, she took his hand and guided him towards her room.
‘It looks like you’ve been busy,’ said Christie, examining Eliot’s biceps once they made it inside. ‘But let’s see how good your body really is.’ She grabbed his t-shirt, tore it in two and discarded it on the floor. As much as Eliot liked that shirt, it was worth the sacrifice considering how horny Christie’s rampant desire was making him. He supposed he’d just have to walk home shirtless. Little did Eliot know, that was just the first of Christie’s sex games.
‘Get naked for me,’ Christie said; it wasn’t a request, but an order. Eliot obediently removed his trainers, socks, jeans and boxer shorts, and left them in a pile on the floor, next to his ruined t-shirt. Christie surveyed his young, yet already impressive body, and noted his rapidly hardening (and larger than average) cock. Then, with the speed of an assassin, she scooped up his clothes and threw them out of an open window.
‘What the fuck, Christie?!’ shouted Eliot. For the first time, he wondered whether he’d made the right decision by accepting Christie’s offer. What on earth was he going to wear home?
‘I find an element of danger improves even the hottest fuck session, don’t you?’ replied Christie, sweetly. ‘Now, be a good lad and sit on the bed.’
Eliot wanted to protest, but Christie held an almost hypnotic power over him, so he reluctantly did as she asked. After all, he couldn’t argue with his penis, which was now the hardest it had been in his entire life.
What happened next was enough to eradicate any doubts from Eliot’s mind. Christie stood a few feet in front of the bed, with her back to Eliot. She turned her face towards him, lifted her dress over her head and bent over.
Eliot gasped, then instantly starting stroking his dick. Not only was Christie not wearing any underwear, but the flanged end of a butt plug was sticking out of her anus. The sight was enough to make Eliot even harder; if that was possible.
Eliot sprung himself towards Christie, who knelt down on all fours. He was desperate to replace the piece of plastic with his own flesh. He eagerly started to remove it with his fingers, but Christie interrupted him. ‘No,’ she said. ‘Not with your hands.’ Eliot understood, even though he couldn’t quite believe it.
He leaned towards Christie’s arse, wrapped his lips around the end of her sex toy and gently pulled his head back. Slowly but surely, it was evicted from its home, and with a satisfying slurp it left Christie’s hole gaping for more. Eliot had never partaken in anal play before, so he couldn’t resist exploring with his tongue. Christie wasn’t expecting Eliot to be so bold, but appreciated the sensation all the same, moaning loudly.
In a moment of pure lust, Christie was overcome with a desire to taste what Eliot was dining out on. She picked up her recently used butt plug, placed it in her mouth and sucked on it like a baby’s dummy. It tasted good; she had prepared herself well.
Once Eliot had finished rimming Christie’s arsehole, it was time to introduce it to something bigger. Eliot grabbed his cock, and guided it towards his new lover’s backdoor. Christie purred her approval. ‘Go on, I’m ready for you.’
It was as if all of Eliot’s Christmases had come at once. After pinching himself to make sure it was definitely real, he pushed the head of his penis inside Christie’s anus. It gave him a pleasantly warm feeling, which enveloped his entire shaft. With a deep breath, he pushed further and further, until finally he was balls deep inside. Christie moaned uncontrollably, and had to grab onto the chest of drawers in front of her to stabilise herself.
For a moment, Eliot remained stationary. He savoured the sensation of his full length inside a woman’s anus, but then gradually began to thrust, working up to a steady rhythm. Considering how tight Christie was, Eliot was surprised how smoothly his dick slid in and out of her; she had evidently lubed herself up before popping in her toy.
Knowing how dirty Christie liked it, Eliot had an idea. He completely pulled out of Christie’s arsehole, then plugged his full length into her in one quick movement. He repeated this several times, with each insertion drawing a satisfying scream of passion from Christie.
Eliot would have been lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this moment in the past, but not in his wildest dreams did he think it would ever actually happen. It wasn’t long before he felt a familiar spasm in his cock, warning him that he was about to ejaculate. ‘Christie, I’m going to cum!’ he cried.
‘Mmmm. Just keep going,’ replied Christie. Did Christie really mean what Eliot thought she meant? Not stopping to question it, he sprayed his load deep inside her arsehole, while continuing to thrust. He caught sight of himself in the mirror, and briefly wondered what the other DOA fighters would think if they saw him now. He was sure the guys would be jealous that they weren’t him, and the girls would be jealous that they weren’t Christie. The thought brought a smile to his face, and made him even hornier.
‘Let’s change position,’ said Christie, suddenly. She pulled away from Eliot, took hold of his cock, and guided him over to the still open window. To Eliot’s surprise, she leaned out of it, displaying her giant boobs to anyone who happened to be on the street below. She spread her buttocks, allowing Eliot entry. As he started to thrust, Christie began yelling out of the window, her upper body still hanging outside of the building. ‘Oh, fuck! Yeah, right there! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!’ Eliot did as she requested, adding his own dirty shouts to hers.
Eliot started thinking of all the people who could be on the street or looking out of their own windows right this second, and imagined them in the room. They all watched him sodomise this insanely beautiful woman, who adored the feeling of his big dick inside her nether hole.
As if channelling his thoughts, Christie suddenly shouted, ‘I’m getting fucked in the arse by an 18-year-old cock, and I love it!’ Exhibitionism was another new experience for Eliot, but it was seriously beginning to grow on him. It was therefore unsurprising when he had his second ejaculation of the afternoon, and Christie was treated to another anal creampie.
‘I think it’s time we took a real risk,’ said Christie. By this stage, Eliot would have agreed to do pretty much anything. She held his cock again, but this time led him towards the hotel room door.
Without hesitation, she opened it, and walked out into the hallway. Eliot followed, curious as to what Christie had planned next. ‘Lie down,’ she told him.
Eliot obediently lay in the middle of the corridor, his still rock hard penis pointing vertically into the air. Christie eagerly sat down on top of it, and rode him in the reverse cowgirl position. If anyone came out of the lift at that moment, they would have been greeted by a truly sensational view of Christie’s breasts bouncing while she was fucked in the arse.
Although Eliot was rapidly learning to let go of his inhibitions, he still kept half an eye on the open door, to ensure they wouldn’t get trapped in the corridor with no clothes; not that his clothes were even in the room. He still hadn’t figured out what he was going to do about that but, then again, he sort of had other things on his mind right now (like the fact he was anal fucking Christie; Christie!).
The object of Eliot’s lust twisted her body 180 degrees while Eliot was still inside her, and looked into the face of the man who was giving her so much pleasure. ‘Eliot,’ she said, between moans. ‘After this performance, I promise to never call you a boy again.’ She resumed riding him, in earnest.
Between the sight of Christie’s jiggling boobs, shaved pussy and his own cock fucking her arsehole, Eliot knew the time had come for another cum explosion. Christie felt it, and shouted, ‘That’s it; paint my insides white!’ She collapsed on top of him, his dick still deep inside her.
‘Well, we’ve had a good start,’ she said. ‘But it’s time to try something new.’ Eliot had grown so horny, he hoped she would suggest they fucked in the lift next.
The following four hours were the best of both of their lives. Eliot had never even heard of some of the positions Christie dreamed up. He lost count how many times he cummed inside of her arsehole, but he always found the drive to continue. How Christie’s rear end could take that kind of a hammering, Eliot couldn’t imagine; he was sure it would have destroyed most people. It appeared Christie needed no vaginal stimulation whatsoever to reach orgasm, because by the time Eliot could cum no more, they lay panting on Christie’s bed, both utterly satisfied.
After a while, Eliot said, ‘I need to go outside to find my clothes; if they’re even still there.’ Just how he was going to do that while stark bollock naked, however, he didn’t have a clue.
Christie didn’t reply at first. Instead, she somehow got up from the bed (even though she could barely stand), and walked over to the wardrobe in the corner. ‘Do you want to know a secret?’
‘OK,’ said Eliot, intrigued.
‘This isn’t my room. I just... borrowed it.’ She opened the wardrobe doors wide. It was full of men’s clothing, all of which looked about the right size for Eliot. ‘You didn’t really think I’d leave you out in the cold, did you?’ asked Christie, with a wink.
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