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Mike held his head in his hands. The blood had long ceased pouring from his nose and a gash across his cheekbone. The blood-soaked cloth that held the ice he had been given eased the blinding pain that lanced through his brain just enough to catch snippets of the conversation happening a few feet away from him. He winced as he turned his head, trying to make out the man who was talking to the officer in charge with the one eye that wasn't swollen shut.

Friggin' case worker. Fuck he hadn't seen him since he turned eighteen and had finally been able to start living his own life. What the fuck was he doing here? He felt a knot in the pit of his gut as he thought of the foster sister he had left behind when he had been pulled from her half dead ex-boyfriend's prone form. "Nah, it wouldn't be her. She ran when the police showed up," he told himself. Guilt at not telling her to run as soon as the fight started kept the knot tightly bound in his gut.

"Hey slugger," Paul Lawton smiled easily as he came and sat adjacent to Mike. "Seems you still can't take a joke, according to Officer McDermott over there," he jerked his head indicating the figure hovering behind them.

Mike pulled the ice away from his face and glared at Paul saying nothing.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" Paul continued ignoring the baleful stare. "You put a guy in the hospital, Mike. You have to talk to someone."

"Is he pressing charges?" Mike spat the question feeling that this guy showing up and acting like he cared was just another kick in the guts.

"He's not conscious, Mike!" Paul was shocked by the aggressiveness in the young man's posture and voice. He knew he shouldn't have been, but it was as if a rage boiled within the young man fuelling unquenchable hate for the world and everyone in it. He had always been difficult to help, bouncing from one foster home to the next until the last place, for some reason that one had worked. At least for the short time he was there.

Paul considered the young man before him for a long time in silence. "So, I guess you'll just talk to a lawyer then?"

"It was just a fight. If he isn't pressing charges, you have to let me go. I know my rights," Mike said belligerently.

"I don't think it's gonna be that simple. You've got quite a list of charges as well as aggravated assault. There's destruction of property and public nuisance to name just two."

"Bullshit charges, and you know it," Mike sat back in his chair, his anger surfacing again as he clenched his fists. "Why the fuck do you care? I'm not your problem anymore. I don't even know why you're fucking bugging me with this bullshit. Fuck off back to where ever you came from and leave me the hell alone."

Paul had heard it before, the same speech. He was so tired of seeing the young men he had once watched over destroying themselves at a rate of two to one. Mostly d**gs and booze but Mike seemed determined to get beaten to death judging by his criminal history. Still he sat looking at the young man saying nothing and gauging what his next move would be.

Ten uncomfortably silent moments later, the officer in charge came and tapped Paul on the shoulder. Looking up, he nodded and without a word walked away leaving Mike to ice his wounds again.

*****

Mike had been given bail and walked from the courthouse with his foster sister, Tara, and a business card his useless public lawyer had forced him to take from her. She had said that it would go a long way in his defence if he started an anger management program or at least found an outlet for his stress and aggression.

"Promise me, no more trouble until after the court date," Tara had begun to nag at him before they had even got home.

"It's not like I went and picked a fight for no reason, Tara. That asshole knew what would happen if he laid a finger on you," Mike felt the rage surge back into him. He'd gone back to the foster home the day Tara had turned eighteen and taken her to live with him. She was the only person in the world he cared about enough to consider family. Fuck, if he was honest about it, she was quite possibly the only person in the world he cared about full stop.

He dumped his wallet and keys on the table as they walked into the small apartment. The card his lawyer had pressed on him flipped up as it fell to show the name of a local mixed martial arts dojo and the instructor's name, "Tiffany Hall: Pink Ninja". He smiled when he saw that the owner was a woman and thought, "What the hell, punching people there was bound to land him in less trouble than street fighting." Plus he thought to himself laughing, it had to be a joke. A pink ninja called Tiffany.

"Yeah alright, I promise," he grumbled picking the card up off the table. "Tell you what. Just to make you happy, I will even go check out this anger management stuff the lawyer told us about."

"Really?" Tara asked sceptically.

"Yeah really," He rolled his eyes at her, "You can come too. Be good to know you knew how to defend yourself if shit-for-brains ever shows up again."

"There's something else, since you seem to be in a good mood for a change," Tara said hesitantly.

"This doesn't sound good," Mike pulled the fridge door open and grabbed a beer. He held up his hand as he took a long pull on the bottle stopping her from talking. "Okay hit me with it."

"They don't want you back at the bar," she said sadly. He had worked there as a bouncer for over a year. Still, he wasn't surprised that this fight had cost him his job. He should have waited until he had finished work, but the asshole had provoked him just by being there.

"I'll find something else," Mike took another swig of his beer and opened the pantry doors looking for something to munch on.

"There's this guy who used to work for the department, caseworker or something. Anyway, he owns a comic book store now and could use someone, if you're interested," Tara rushed on before she lost her nerve.

"Then you should take it. Beats working at the bar and you're better with people than I am. You may have noticed, I am not exactly good with people," he gave a derisive laugh.

"The guy has some issues with shoplifters. He is looking for a guy who can be a little intimidating I think," she said weighing her words carefully.

"This guy wants to hire me sight unseen?" The coin finally dropped, and he put both his hands on the bench and glared at his sister. "I think you better tell me the whole story, don't you?"

"He's just trying to help you like he always did," Tara sighed knowing he would reject the offer now.

"No one's ever helped me in my whole life, Tara. So who is this Good Samaritan who has suddenly appeared to interfere in our lives?"

"Paul Lawton," Tara said quietly and stepped back as Mike exploded.

*****

Mike picked up his final check from the bar that morning and knew it wasn't going to pay much more than his share of the rent and utilities. With his reputation well known, he had little other choice, as Tara had reminded him than to see Paul about the job. Having grudgingly accepted the position without any show of gratitude, he agreed to start the following day.

He then went down to the dojo to check out the pink ninja and complete the whole unpleasant business of having to act like he gave a shit about what anyone thought about him. It was early afternoon, and the gym seemed relatively empty as he approached the front counter.

A blonde woman with startlingly bright eyes looked up and smiled. She took in the dark clothes and demeanour and laughed. "You must be the k** that Nancy suggested needed an outlet for some anger issues?" Tiffany recognised Mike from her sister's description. It was a win-win arrangement they had. Nancy got some well-needed leverage for her clients in court, and the dojo got clients.

"I guess that could be me," Mike felt his hackles rise at being called a k**.

"How about I show you around. I can give you a quick demo of how things work here and then you can decide if you want to join us," she said unperturbed by his obvious animosity toward her.

She got up from behind the counter and walked toward the large open doorway that led into the gym. Mike had to admit that for an old lady she was pretty fit. Not that she was that old, maybe early thirties. The dobak she wore while loose-fitting, left little to his imagination. He felt his cock jump in appreciation as he turned to follow her at a slower pace noting the curve of her ass beneath the thin material.

"Nancy told me you're a fighter, what sort of training have you done previously," Tiffany asked as she moved toward the large padded floor space where two men were sparring.

"Natural talent," Mike shrugged. This woman was pissing him off fast, and he realised that coming here was probably the worst idea he'd had that day. It wasn't like getting fired officially or having to take a job from a do-gooder like Paul Lawton had been all that much better. This woman though got on his last nerve.

Tiffany watched the two men sparring for a few minutes in silence, keeping the angry young man within her line of sight. He certainly wasn't a pretty boy. Not quite tall and he had a lean, hungry look about him. She imagined that under those ill-fitting clothes was wirey muscled physique, coiled and ready to strike out at any moment. If she could have imagined a typical bad boy, this k** would come close.

Nancy had given her a generalised background on the k**. It wasn't pretty but if teaching this guy a way to manage his anger would bring new business in, who was she to be picky. The fledgling business was struggling. So few people in this part of town wanted a woman in charge of the dojo. Winning a few televised matches had helped her reputation, but it was all about the fitness and skill now not being a contender in the championships.

"So, these are the practise mats," she spun on her heel and moved away expecting him to follow. They walked toward one of the movable paper framed walls and slid it back, "An obstacle course," she announced walking into the next room. Ropes, beams and vaults met his gaze. They moved through to a weapons training room, then to a small tradition gym with weights and machines before ending the tour in the bathrooms.

"Male and female toilets at either end and unisex showers and locker space here," she indicated the different areas. "That's about it. Do you feel up to a fitness test? I can find you something to wear," she looked him up and down, gauging his size.

"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna happen," he murmured. Internally his mind raged at the woman, for looking at him like a slab of meat, and at himself for liking her tough overbearing demeanour. He turned and walked away. He didn't need this shit, and he especially didn't need some pink bitch in his face telling him he wasn't good enough to be here. He had enough people telling him that his whole life.

"What? Don't like being told what to do by a woman?" Tiffany taunted him trying to make him mad enough to prove her wrong. "Big strong guy like you should be able to handle whatever I can dish out," a perfectly sweet smile appeared on her face.

"You think because you've got a pussy you can lead me around by my dick?" He challenged her in response. "You'll have to do better than that."

He'd seen other guys get whipped by girls who led them around by their dicks. He wasn't falling into that trap. He'd avoided it by just staying away from them entirely. Sure he had thought about sex, fuck he was human after all but he wasn't about to go down like that. Not that he had had much luck or opportunity even with the girls who apparently put out for anyone. Unwilling to let his guard down with anyone who may have given him the time and refusing to resort to paying for it, Mike had remained a virgin.

Tiffany hastened to catch up with him as he entered the training mats on his way to the door. "I hadn't thought of that but now that you mention it," she grabbed his shoulder, and when he turned to face her, she grabbed his crotch. "This could be fun too." The challenge in her eyes didn't match the carefully positioned smile on her lips.

"Fuck off, bitch. Save your cougar moves for someone a little more impressionable," Mike lowered his hand to move hers away from his rapidly hardening cock. He grabbed her wrist and looked up at her face and the false smile as he struggled to make her remove her hand from him.

"What's wrong? Can't fight a girl?" The taunting continued as she measured his reactions. Mike growled enduring the slow squeeze of his balls. After several minutes of holding his hand wrapped around her wrist and his eyes locked on hers, he put his hands on her shoulders and shoved her hard.

Surprised by the sudden move, she went down but swept her leg out bringing him down heavily with her and rolled quickly to gain the higher ground. She pinned him to the mat. Of similar height, she was in better condition than the wiry young man, and she smirked as she straddled his hips feeling his obvious erection through the thin material of her dobak.

Mike bucked from underneath her and gritted his teeth, he then rolled in an attempt to reverse the position. To his chagrin, she kept the momentum of the roll going and remained in the upper position. His anger fuelled by his rotten day, her attitude and his embarrassment over his inability to control his erection seethed within him, and he decided to fight fire with fire.

Reaching up, he pushed through the opening of her dobak and grabbed her breasts. Squeezing hard, he growled between clenched teeth, "So you like to hit on guys young enough to be your son, do you?" He saw her blanch momentarily before the fake smile returned. Taking advantage of the momentary lapse he pressed harder. "Fucking old broads," he spat and rolled her to her back pinning her with his weight on her chest.

"You wanna fuck? Is that what this whole demo is about? Fine with me, but don't think I am gonna let you call the shots." It was all the bravado he could muster, but as soon as he said it he felt a surge of anxious adrenaline, thinking he might actually have to follow through with what he had just said.

She laughed. It hadn't been in her game plan but what the hell. This guy was hard bodied and aggressive, just her type. It had been a while since she had had a good workout. "If you think you can take the punishment, I'll fight you for the top," she deftly manoeuvred to be hovering over him again then stood. "Follow me," she let the front of her dobak hang open revealing her generous breasts as she reached down to help him up.

Mike ignored her hand and stood up glowering at her. He was frustrated that he had put himself into this situation. Tiffany walked away expecting him to follow like a good boy, and he looked at the beckoning doorway out onto the street.

"Leave if you want," Tiffany's taunting voice called to him from a short distance away. "I doubt you have what it takes to satisfy me anyway."

"Fuck!" Mike cursed loudly. He hated having to follow her but was aware that this room was not the place to potentially humiliate himself by getting beaten and screwed by a friggin' pink ninja. He would show her that he was not so easily dominated. He stalked after her, pushing past her and into the room beyond. Adrenaline coursed through him as he prepared for a fight he wasn't so sure he wanted to win.

*****

Mike found himself in a small practise room. The floor was covered wall to wall with a training mat, and there was no other furniture to impede a training session or practise bout. Mike was no stranger to fighting. He had been in more than one dojo since he was ten. Part of Paul Lawton's intervention in his life always seemed to include some reasonable outlet for his aggression as an alternative to picking fights with anyone who annoyed him.

"Do you want a proper warm up first?" Tiffany asked lightly with a half-smile throwing a pair of dobak pants for him to change into. He looked around, and the smile on her face widened as realising there was nowhere to hide he stripped before her not even bothering to turn around and shield himself. "This k** has balls in more way than one," she thought as she checked out his package.

"Sure, why not," he agreed stalling for time and thinking he could gain an advantage if he could check her style. He watched as she went to a hidden panel on the wall, and up-tempo music began to play in the room surrounding him. Up-tempo it may have been but rainbows and unicorns it wasn't. It was angry thumping music, and he watched as she began a warm up routine before joining in with his own.

"You ready?" She asked after about ten minutes.

"Sure, why not," he shrugged acting nonchalant but, after seeing her warm up routine, felt a small knot of indecision ball in his gut. He had never hit a girl in his life, and this girl was very much a woman. While not particularly tall, Mike wasn't exactly a small guy, and he knew if he put some brute force into it she wouldn't stand much of a chance.

"That's your opening stance?" Mike scoffed hoping to throw her off by some smack talk before they began. "I think you need this workout more than me, ninja girl."

"You think you can teach me something new?" She scoffed at the idea and watched as he eyed her from his opposing stance. She knew she was in great shape. Her strong, curvy legs were long and attractive. She had an almost perfectly flat waist that showed a hint of the muscle under it. The little bit of the curve her stomach had didn't distract from her beauty but added to it. While she often complained about her weight, she knew Mike was admiring her amazing almost perfect body.

She worked hard to maintain this body with shaping and sculpting exercises in the gym. She also knew the effect she had on most men was written all over this k**'s face, and it made her hot for the challenge of besting him in this bout and gaining the upper hand. If he fucked half as well as she imagined, this would be a fight to remember.

It had been too long since a man had touched her the right way. In fact, she wasn't sure if she had been touched the right way at all. She remembered her last lover, sessions with him had almost become a form of foreplay for her. After rolling around and sweating with him, they would retire to dinner. Drinking wine and talking late. Often he would spend hours massaging her. Then after he left she would still be left with her desire.

She had become an expert in what she liked and had found the perfect pink tool to exercise that need. She would tease herself, building up, until finally after an explosive orgasm she would sink into her down bed and finally sleep. She eyed this new challenge. She'd be lucky to get foreplay from this one. So young and serious, but the pure "Fuck you" aggression in his whole person was enough of a turn on for her to want to find out what he had behind that bad boy façade.

Mike saw her mind wander and made his move. It was swift and as he caught her around the legs and pummelled her into the training mat he squeezed her thighs enjoying the feel of toned muscle stiffening as she braced and hit the ground. She rolled, and he rolled over her. He continued to assault her guard with escapes that allowed him to use his grappling skills, not only to fight this woman but also explore her body. His hands lingered over her ass and thighs as she slipped into a side hold, her generous breasts barely held by the loose dobak and flimsy cotton singlet beneath.
Each time they grappled free and posted a stance Mike kept his waist high and tight and his hands dangerously close to her breasts. He smirked as she kept her guard low as if being more concerned about the few flimsy layers of fabric between his cock and the apex between her legs. They'd come in here to fight for who would dominate their fucking. He was mad that he had taken the bait she offered and angry that he had even contemplated this. Sure he'd watched porn, friends and strangers do it but he had never been in the position himself. What the hell did he know about being on top?

Always the fighter though, Mike took advantage of every weakness or lapse of concentration she displayed. In a bold move as they had stood panting with exertion and glaring at each other across the mat again, Tiffany moved in and attempted to sweep him off his feet. In a counter-move, only a street fighter could have pulled off Mike reversed it on her, and she ended up flat on her belly on the mat with Mike practically mounting her back. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders low on her neck line and the other across her chest. His feet hooked around her legs as he fought to prevent her from rolling them both.

Mike sunk his hips hard into hers. It was a classic grappler's hold and one he had used often in the past but never with a woman. He became suddenly aware of the firm breasts against his arm and her sweetly curved ass pressing into his pelvis. His cock hardened from the semi-erect shaft he had been trying to maintain to a full blown tire iron in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, I give, you win," Tiffany knew she was done; control the head and the hips she had always instructed her students. He'd done that quite effectively she had to give him credit. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she was horny after the bout and keen to see what other moves this k** had.

"No.. um.. You can get out of this," his voice had a different sound. She wasn't sure what she heard, but it seemed to be deeper, softer and almost embarrassed. She couldn't see his face, so she didn't have much to go on. He outweighed her and from this position there was little chance she could escape. Her experience was the only chance she had unseating the k** who held her down. Stubborn only began to describe her fighting style, so she began to fight. Fight hard.

She struggled to snake her hips to the side. The movement ground her body into the floor and at the same time up to him. His head was close enough to her that he knew she could hear his ragged breathing gentle in her ear. They hadn't been at it long. He usually could fight for hours, but tonight he seemed to be breathing hard after only a few minutes. For the first time, he thought about how easily he could force himself on her. She couldn't resist if he did. The thought repulsed him as quickly as it had entered his mind. He wasn't like those assholes. Fuck, he was still a virgin because he refused to take advantage of any woman. The movement of her hips beneath him though was doing nothing to ease the steel rod his cock had become.

Tiffany's thoughts had turned down the same dark path. He could in this position take full advantage of her, and she would be almost powerless to resist. The feel of his hard cock against her ass as he held her in that position so tightly made the thought both frightening and oddly arousing. The two forces making her feel those butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't been feeling them with the guy she was dating off and on very often lately. It felt good to know she was desired.

Mike suddenly let her go and got up. He stalked across the room. He was angry. Angry at himself and angry at her. "What the hell was he doing here?" He asked himself. He lay back on the mat breathing heavily and looking up at the clean white ceiling relieved the bout was over.

Tiffany had watched him. He seemed to be flushed and embarrassed by winning the bout which confused her. Any other guy she knew would have flipped her onto her back and claimed their prize. Was he waiting for her to admit defeat again and go fuck him while he lay there enjoying his victory? Not likely that was going to happen. What an arrogant son of a bitch. She got up and stalked to where he laid, his cock barely at half-mast now, she raised an eyebrow. What was wrong with this k**?

Mike looked up as she approached. He had to follow through; he couldn't punk out now and just look at this hot bitch. She wanted it bad. She wanted him bad. He considered his next move as she straddled his body and sat pressing her pussy against his cock, the layers of thin cotton between them practically invisible to his mind. He watched as she undid the pink belt and shrugged off the jacket leaving only the flimsy singlet top between his eyes and her breasts.

Grabbing her arms, he rolled suddenly the weight of his body pinning her to the mat. She began to fight again but wrapping his legs back and around hers and holding her hands over her head he looked down into her eyes and smirked. "Is this what you want," he thrust his hips down into her. "Need a real man for a change?" he laughed but she was not happy. "I already won, I don't know why you're fighting me now," he watched as she took in the words, her body relaxing slightly.

He outweighed her in muscle, if not technique and as he lay on top of her, he lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "You are stuck and at my mercy." Then he did what he thought would have been an evil laugh but it sounded more like he just had something in his throat. His fear, of being seen as an inexperienced virgin, warred with his need to dominate this sexy woman, and every move he made seemed to make it worse. Anger boiled up inside him again.

Very few people could say they had bested Tiffany, and she would be damned if this k** thought he could talk to her like some cock hungry whore. She pulled out the final piece of ammunition she had to get the upper hand here. She leaned up and began to kiss his ear and neck. Her tongue teased the salty skin, and she felt his muscles relax, and a soft hum or a badly hidden moan escape his mouth.

She pushed his head further to the side and kept kissing his neck, lower and lower. Then suddenly she pushed and twisted her hips, throwing Mike to the side and onto his back. She laughed as she took the strong position from him. She kept herself low and dug herself in to prevent getting rolled again. He pulled her close. She could still feel his hard cock pressing against her.

"That was the cheapest move ever..." he said." How would you like it if I pulled some shit like that?"

"Go ahead," She challenged him. "I dare you."

Mike grabbed her hair and brought his mouth to hers. He was not playing with her anymore, he kissed her deeply. He started biting her neck softly, but it became aggressive quickly. His teeth grazed her skin almost painfully hard. It was like he was losing control. Tiffany did nothing to stop it. Mike pulled her tighter against his body. Running his hand down her back and up under her shirt. He grabbed at the flimsy singlet and tore it exposing her breasts to him. He rubbed the hardening nipple, then began pulling and twisting on it.

All she could think about was getting laid. She hadn't been properly fucked in a long time. At least here was a guy full of desire for her and wanting her completely. She didn't think too long or try to justify it. This was happening, and she had no plan to stop it.

He began kissing and sucking hard on her nipples, then biting them. Electricity shot through her body and she shuddered. He could feel the shudder and trembling that went along with the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth, so he continued to satisfy his own needs believing they matched hers. Without even realizing it, he had begun to grind into her hips. He rolled them again until he hovered over her once again.

He started moving further down her body with his kisses. He pushed her hips up and hooked his fingers into the band of her dobak pants pulling them down her long shapely legs. Eager to explore this woman he kissed back up her shapely legs to the apex between them and buried his face in her pussy. He had no style or technique but as his rough tongue explored she lay back and sighed with pleasure. What he lacked in technique he made up for with enthusiasm, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed it.

His hands cupped and kneaded her firm ass. He then pushed her and moved her hips up, showing her the way she had control. She took the hint and began to position herself where she wanted his tongue. Obediently he licked whatever part she presented him. When she was ready, she moved herself over his mouth so that her clit was right in his line of fire. He gently pulled it in his mouth and sucked it. Meanwhile, he continued to play with her ass occasionally moving one up to play with her wet pussy. As she began nearing her orgasm, she lifted her hips higher and widened her thighs slightly more.

He slipped his fingers deep into her, curling them slightly to reach her G-spot. He found the mythical goal and began rubbing there while licking smooth and steady on her clit. She used her hips varying the pressure, but it was quickly working. She began grinding down into his tongue as she came leaving her legs shaking as the waves of her orgasm continued. His face was wet with her cum, and she was suddenly worried she might have been suffocating him. Those fears were gone when she saw the huge smile on his lips. He leaned over and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him back. She never liked to be touched right after coming.

The disappointment was clear on his face as she pushed him away. Reversing the position she pushed him back and crawled over his body until she came up above him, her eyes sparkled as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his dobak and moved slowly down his body. Mike was so hard he thought he could explode the moment he felt the first tentative kiss on his cock. He gritted his teeth and grimaced as he let her suck him for a few minutes only before pulling her back up to his chest and rolling her onto her back.

He lowered his face to kiss her then, despite herself she welcomed it and the odd feeling she always got when tasting herself on another's lips. They kissed slowly and passionately as Mike manoeuvred between her legs, his cock leading the way eagerly into the hot wet tunnel of flesh. She reached down and grabbed his cock caressing it; she was impressed with the size of the k** and parted her legs as his hips lowered further. He seemed tentative as she helped guide his way into her, and she looked up into his face.

"Problem?" she teased.

"Virgin," he growled feeling like he owed it to tell her but quickly thrust forward before the meaning of his word sunk in. He groaned loudly as he stayed immobile his cock wedged inside the woman he held tightly below him.

"Fuck!" Tiffany's eyes flew wide both at the word and the thrust. She would never have done this if she had known. All that goading and teasing, fuck, she didn't need to be some love struck k**'s first time!

Mike began thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She was tight and wet and warm. Her hips began moving despite her initial shock. He found a rhythm and continued pushing in and out. She moved like the athletic goddess she was, grinding into him and forcing him to feel her tight pussy walls rubbing his hard cock. She could feel his balls as he thrust deep into her. He grabbed her legs and brought them high to his shoulders. She was so tight and felt so good. He had found her sexy and desirable but even now he couldn't believe how good she felt on the end of his cock.

She was surprised at how quickly she began building to another orgasm. She often had multiple climaxes, but it would normally take some time. His hard cock was pressing tight into her, and their hips were meeting in a way that stimulated her clit. She used her legs to position him to enter her the way she wanted as he continued his fucking. The position worked, and she quickly began to cum on him. She pulled his hair and scratched his back, but he just kept fucking. He was used to pain, and the pleasure was so overwhelming that he never slowed down until he came too.

"Fuck!" Mike roared loudly and collapsed over her, breathing heavily.

Having recovered from the shock of his words, Tiffany said quietly, "Virgin huh?"

"So? You seemed to be enjoying it," he answered belligerently.

"It wasn't bad for a beginner, I suppose," she nodded seeming to consider him. "We'll see what you got once you've had a bit more experience," she teased knowing she was goading him. "Speaking of which," she reached out and wrapped her hand around his rapidly softening cock. "Let's see if we can't double up on that experience."

"Greedy bitch," he growled but felt his cock jump in her hand. "What makes you think I'd do you again?"

"Oh, I don't know," she began to pump his cock, "Proximity, availability, the promise of even better sex." His eyes narrowed, but his hand reached over to grab her breast and twist the nipple making her whimper softly.

"You just want me to join your dojo," he smirked enjoying the hot look she gave him.

"Nobody else would get the deal I am about to offer you," His cock continued to harden in her hand. "Ah, the joys of youth," she thought to herself and rolled so she straddled his hips and looked down at him.

Mike felt the velvet walls of her pussy swallow his cock and chuckled, "Tell me more about this special deal that would be just for me."