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  Cassie swooned. Magnus was just so… so big. And the room smelt of sweat, man-funk, shampoo and soap. It was just the kind of weird combination of testosterone and hygiene that got her worked up… Like her first kiss, in the boy’s locker room, all those years ago back in high school.

  “Take a seat,” Magnus grinned, and he reached for a bottle of Svedka that was swimming in an ice-bucket on the shelf. “Can I pour you two a drink?”

  Rich looked over at Cassie, as if asking for permission. She nodded, and watched as the enormous Norwegian poured four fingers of neat vodka into three nondescript tumblers sitting on the dresser.

  He handed the overflowing glasses to the married couple, and lifted his in salute: “Skål!”

  The enormous fighter then drained his glass in two short swallows.

  Cassie and Rich exchanged nervously glances, and then lifted the glasses to their own lips. Struggling, they each attempted to gulp down what was essentially half a cup of neat grain alcohol. They each succeeded, but gasped and spluttered at the end of it – throats burning and eyes watering.

  “That’ll put some fire in your belly,” Magnus grinned. “More?”

  “N-no,” Rich wiped the tears from his eyes. “N-not quite yet, thanks.”

  The huge MMA fighter snorted, almost derisively. But then he relocated his decorum, and grinned: “So what can I do for you fine people?”

  Rich started by offering up his small hand. “I-I just wanted to shake your hand, Mr. Bjorn.”

  Magnus laughed. “Call me Magnus,” he grinned, and wrapped his huge paw around Rich’s hand and crushed the smaller man’s fingers in his.

  Rich clutched his aching hand the moment Magnus released it – and then the towering Norwegian turned to Rich’s pretty wife.

  She offered her small hand to him. Grinning, Magnus took it and placed a soft kiss on her palm.

  “Mr. Thompson,” Magnus purred, looking deep into Cassie’s eyes. “Your wife is absolutely beautiful.”

  “W-why thank you,” Rich stammered.

  But Magnus wasn’t listening.

  He’d been watching Cassie intently, the moment he took her slender hand in his. When their eyes had locked, and he’d brushed his lips against her palm, Cassie’s cheeks had turned red, and her pupils had dilated.

  The big fighter grinned like a predator.

  The match had begun.

  Chapter Five

  “So, what did you bring me to sign,” Magnus boomed, turning to Cassie’s star-struck husband.

  “Oh, yeah, right,” Rich grinned, passing over his collection of MMA championship swag. There were posters, a DVD – even a baseball cap.”

  “You have a pen?”

  When Rich supplied Magnus with a sharpie, the big Norwegian methodically signed each item with his flowing signature. Rich accepted each item back excitedly, looking at the signature with a huge grin on his face.

  Eventually, Magnus was done. He grabbed a plastic bag from the sideboard and passed it over. “Here, so they don’t get ruined.”

  Rich accepted it gratefully.

  Sharpie still in his massive hand, Magnus grinned: “Anything else you want me to sign while I’m here?”

  And, as he said that, he turned and stared at Cassie.

  Cassie caught him looking – and then accidentally made eye-contact with the huge fighter. Her cheeks immediately turned pink, and she looked away self-consciously.

  “I-I think that’s it,” Rich had finished loading his stuff into the bag. “Thank you so much!”

  Magnus laughed goodnaturedly. He checked the clock on the wall.

  In another fifteen minutes or so, Rex would be back to take him for dinner. Normally, at this sort of meet-and-greet, he’d be showing his guests out right about now.

  But Magnus was still feeling that intense dissatisfaction – an appetite for closure that his short-lived bout with Silas Batres hadn’t satisfied.

  Perhaps he could have a little fun with this couple before they left.

  “Say, we still have a couple of minutes,” Magnus grinned. “If you both have another vodka with me, maybe we’ll sit down and talk.”

  Once again, Cassie and Rich exchanged nervously, but excited glances.

  Magnus grinned wickedly.

  “W-we’d love to,” Rich answered for the both of them.

  “Fantastisk!” Magnus grinned, and poured three more overflowing glasses of Svedka.

  This was all part of Magnus’ plan, of course. At 419lbs of mostly-muscle, he could drink a 70cl bottle of vodka and barely feel warm inside. When it came to people like Cassie and Rich, however, he knew big glasses of neat alcohol would strip through their inhibitions pretty fast.

  “Skål!” Magnus raised his glass again, and effortlessly gulped down four ounces of vodka. This time, neither Cassie nor Rich was able to drain their glass – but they made a heroic effort, and were both left red-faced and swaying slightly afterward.

  “Come on,” with a devilish grin, Magnus flopped down into the chair opposite and spread his legs nonchalantly. “Relax, and take a seat for a minute.”

  Chapter Six

  Cassie’s eyes widened the moment Magnus sat down.

  First off, watching this enormous bear of a man sit in a regular-sized chair was like watching a grown-up sitting in a toddler chair at Pre-K.

  But it wasn’t that which made her practically spit out her vodka.

  As Magnus flopped casually into the chair, he spread his legs – and, in doing so, opened up the front of his too-short robe.

  Cassie immediately caught sight of his junk.

  She flopped down into her seat with a gasp, face turning absolutely red. A nervous glance in Rich’s direction revealed that her oblivious husband hadn’t even noticed! He was asking Magnus about that evening’s bout.

  Nervously, Cassie glanced back – just to confirm that she wasn’t imagining Magnus’ accidental flashing.

  At least, she assumed it was accidental.

  But, no, she wasn’t imagining it. As Magnus lounged back in his chair, she got a full view up under his robe, and she could see everything.

  Cassie’s mouth went dry.

  Fuck me, she thought. Magnus wasn’t just large on the outside.

  Breath quickening, and butterflies in her stomach, Cassie reached for her glass of vodka and took two nervous, stomach-scalding swallows.

  As she did that, she stared at what Magnus was (she assumed) ‘accidentally’ presenting her with.

  It was huge.

  A big, thick, long dick that was easily as wide and girthy as Cassie’s own forearm. It reached nearly to Magnus’ knee.

  And beneath that, two enormous goose-egg sized balls – balls so big that Cassie could probably have cradled one of each in the palm of her small hands.

  She shuddered, and felt a throb between her legs at the mental image.

  Whether intentionally or not, Magnus lounged back in his seat, and exposed more of his enormous dick and balls to the young couple as he did so.

  This time, Rich did notice. He sat down abruptly in his seat, and his eyes shot open wide. Then he looked frantically back and forth, between the enormous Norwegian and his startled blonde wife.

  They made eye contact, and the look in Rich’s eyes was unmistakable:

  “Does he know that he’s flashing us?”

  And the scary thing? Cassie had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

  Chapter Seven

  Of course Magnus knew that he was flashing them.

  That was all part of his plan.

  By now, he’d gotten it down to a fine art. Pour a lot of liquor down a girl (and her boyfriend or husband, too, if you had to.) Then flash her the ‘equipment.’ Magnus picked his under-sized robes specifically because he knew his cock and balls would hang out the bottom if he sat incorrectly.

  Next, if the girl hadn’t run screaming from the room by that point (and this pretty Cassie girl clearly hadn’t) then it was fair game to implement the third and
final phase of the plan:

  Escalating things…

  “So, Rich!” Magnus raised his empty glass, and prompted Rich to gulp down another mouthful of vodka. “I asked you if there was anything else you wanted me to sign.”

  Rich looked confused. And a little bleary-eyed. That vodka was hitting him pretty fast.

  “I-I don’t get you,” he murmured. “I think you signed everything in my bag…”

  Magnus grinned wolfishly. He turned to Cassie.

  “Well, last week when I was down in Vegas, I had some guy come up and ask me to sign his wife’s boobs.” Magnus winked. “Of course, I obliged.”

  And, as Rich struggled to process this information, Magnus turned to look at Cassie and locked her gaze in his. Cassie shuddered as the Norwegian’s eye blue eyes captured her completely.

  Magnus grinned. And, still staring deep into Cassie’s eyes, he very casually reached down and ‘adjusted’ himself under his robe.

  Cassie moaned a little, as she watched this huge man take his giant hand, and casually squeeze his enormous cock and balls right in front of her.

  Magnus’ smile widened.

  “W-wait,” Rich was finally catching up. “Did you say you signed her boobs?”

  “That’s exactly what I said,” Magnus nodded. He stood up them, letting his robe fall back down and hide his massive, swinging junk from view.

  Crossing the dressing room, he reached into the ice-bucket for another 24-ounce bottle of Heineken, and popped it open with his teeth.

  Rich was sitting there, looking a little bleary eyed.

  “S-sign her boobs?”

  Magnus grinned. He was taking the bait.

  “Exactly,” the huge Norwegian grinned. “She whipped down her top, I signed them with Sharpies, and we took a picture.” He gulped down two long draughts of beer. “The guy was so proud. He told me he was going to show all his buddies back home.”

  Rich’s face turned red at the thought.

  “So,” Magnus grinned, pulling the Sharpie from his pocket. “You want me to sign this lovely young lady’s boobies, or what?”

  Chapter Eight

  Cassie’s eyes shot open wide.

  Did she just hear that right?

  “Her boobs?” Just in case she hadn’t, Magnus was very kindly repeating himself. “Do you want me to sign them?

  Cassie sat there, stunned.

  She’d never heard anything like it in her life. It was crass. It was cheap. It was slutty.

  She gulped dryly, and squirmed in her seat. Her pussy was quivering.

  “C-Cassie?” Rich was turning to his wife, and looking at her quizzically. “D’you want to? Y’know… For fun?” And his face was so open and genuine that Cassie almost felt bad at the thought of turning her husband down.

  And then, as she sat there, the vodka continued doing its work and Cassie began considering Magnus’ question a little more critically.

  Sign her boobs? Why the fuck not?

  She realized that this Magnus guy clearly thought she was cute. The fact that her panties were practically dripping confirmed that the feeling was mutual.

  Maybe it would be fun!

  Just a quick, careless, irresponsible bit of fun. Something for her and Rich to joke about in years to come. I mean, they were only boobs, right? So what if Magnus saw them?

  Her pussy throbbed.

  In fact, it might be kind of nice if Magnus saw them. Kind of a treat to show off her breasts to somebody other than her husband.

  “Okay,” Cassie grinned. She stood up, and her cheeks turned pink. “Grab your cell-phone and take a quick picture.” And then she stepped over to Magnus, and stood in the shadow of this towering, powerful man. “S-so… How do we do this?”

  Magnus grinned, and leered down at the tiny blonde wife.

  “Here,” he grinned. “Allow me.”

  And then he reached down with his huge hands, and tucked his massive thumbs into the straps of Cassie’s tank top, and slowly peeled the spaghetti straps off her slender shoulders.

  “Fuck me,” Rich breathed, as he struggled to activate the camera on his cellphone.

  Magnus grinned, and pulled the straps of Cassie’s top down further. She gasped, as inch after inch of skin was exposed. Looking up, she found herself caught in Magnus’ intense grey eyes, and she felt a shudder run through her whole body.

  Pop! Out sprang Cassie’s breasts – pale, and pert, and topped with little brown nipples as hard as pencil erasers.

  “Well,” Magnus grinned. “What a beautiful canvas to work on.”

  And then, grabbing Cassie’s slender shoulders, the massive fighter wheeled her around so she was facing her husband.

  “Smile for the birdie,” Magnus grinned, tearing the top off the Sharpie with his teeth. “I’ve got to get writing.”

  Chapter Nine

  Magnus felt blood rushing to his cock.

  This was the addictive part of it all.

  This was like the moment you caught a cage-match opponent in your arms.

  From here on in, it was all like a game of chess – plotting three moves ahead and manipulating your opponent into doing exactly what you wanted them to do.

  In MMA, that meant thinking three wrestling moves ahead, so by the time your opponent thinks they’ve wriggled out of one grapple, they realize they’ve wriggled themselves into a much more vulnerable position.

  Or, in the case of Cassie and her husband, while they thought they were being reckless and free-spirited, Magnus was actually manipulating them into doing what he wanted.

  “Okay, say ‘cheese’!” Rich leered, and snapped a photo of Cassie’s bare breasts with his cell-phone.

  “Rich!” Cassie’s cheeks burned red. “He hasn’t even written anything yet!”

  “Don’t blame him,” Magnus grinned, reaching down with his big hands. “You have beautiful breasts. You can’t blame him for wanting a photo of them.”

  Cassie’s cheeks burned red.

  “Here,” Magnus turned a little, and positioned himself next to Cassie. He was towering over her, and she was like a tiny doll beneath his shadow. “Let me write.”

  And then Magnus grabbed one of Cassie’s breasts in his massive hand, and heard her moan as she felt his calloused palm on her smooth, soft skin.

  “Huuuungh,” Cassie bit her lip, and squirmed a little where she was standing. Magnus grinned as he watched. She was rubbing her thighs together; and he thought he knew why.

  “Stand still,” the huge Norwegian grinned, and then he squeezed Cassie’s breast to make the skin taut, and wrote his signature in black Sharpie across both breasts.

  Cassie closed her eyes and groaned as she felt the wet ink scribbled over her chest.

  “There!” Grinning, Magnus took a step back and admired his handiwork. “Not bad, even if I do say so myself.”

  Opening her eyes, Cassie looked down and saw the writing on her boobs. Then she looked up, and found Rich zooming in with his cell-phone camera.

  A little drunkenly, Cassie smiled playfully, and then pulled Magnus in so that Rich could take a picture of both her and him. Rich obliged happily, snapping off a half-dozen shots.

  “Wow,” the drunken husband grinned. “Just wait until the guys back home see these.”

  “Rich!” Cassie squealed with mock-embarrassment. “You can’t show them my tits!”

  “Oh, come on,” Rich pleaded. “This is Magnus-fucking Bjorn here!”

  Magnus laughed, his chest rumbling. Wrapping his arm around Rich’s tiny wife, he grinned for the camera and said: “Take another! Come on!” And then he squeezed one of Cassie’s breasts, and she giggled and squealed playfully.

  “Wow!” Rich’s eyes were wide. He snapped some more photos.

  The three of them were laughing playfully – although Cassie and Rich were a little hysterical. Magnus grinned wolfishly as he listened to them; knowing that the vodka and the atmosphere was stripping their inhibitions.

  That’s when he decided
to up the ante.

  “Okay, okay,” the big Norwegian laughed. “You guys have had your fun. But there’s a price to pay for that photo.”

  Cassie and Rich exchanged curious glances. Still chuckling, Rich turned to the MMA fighter and asked: “Price? What’s the price?”

  And that’s when Magnus’ arms curled around Cassie’s slender waist, and he pulled Rich’s wife close to him.

  “Your wife’s going to have to give me a kiss.”

  Chapter Ten

  “A kiss?”

  Rich and Cassie laughed nervously again, and Cassie giggled as she squirmed in Magnus’ iron grip.

  But the big man’s grip was iron, and after a second or two, Cassie looked up nervously as she realized Magnus wasn’t letting her go.

  “Just a little kiss,” the Norwegian laughed, with steely intensity.

  Cassie glanced nervously at Rich. Rich was looking back at her with a little bit of concern in his eyes.

  But the vodka was swilling around in his stomach, and his wife’s breasts were out on display, so Rich swallowed his concern and laughed: “It’s Magnus Bjorn, baby. A little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it?”

  Cassie giggled, squirming in the big man’s grip.

  A little kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? And she wasn’t going to lie; it’s not as if she wasn’t feeling a little… ahem… excited by everything that had been going on that evening.

  Her panties had been damp watching Magnus punch his opponent across the room.

  Now she was topless, with the big man mauling her tits, Cassie’s panties were practically soaked.

  “C’mon,” Rich was alarmingly game for this. “It’s Magnus Bjorn. Wouldn’t you like to boast that you’d kissed the Norwegian Oak?”

  Cassie giggled.

  “Okay, okay,” the pretty blonde laughed. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

  Magnus grinned, and lowered his head so that she could reach his lips.

  Giggling, Cassie gave her husband a playful wink, and then looked up at the looming figure of Magnus Bjorn, and stood up on her tip-toes.