Connor McGregor
Connor McGregor’s family was enjoying them..
🕑 Added 2022-02-01 02:05:38 +0000 UTC
Connor McGregor
Connor McGregor’s family was enjoying themselves at the exclusive resort in Ibiza on an all expenses paid vacation. While his kids were enjoying the fun filled annuities of the resort, his wife was wine and dined. Connor and his wife sit at a large table with several rich and powerful contacts. He was hoping to promote his fighting future and expand his growing business interests, including the successful Proper 12 whisky brand. His wife looked so beautiful in the expensive designer dress, he thought as he kissed her hand. The dress and his own black silk shirt were gifts from his rich fan. He was laughing and talking to her, enjoying the dinner when he felt a hand touching his thighs under the table. The tough fighter, famous for his anger and short temperament, didn’t make a scene. Connor kissed his wife and excused himself from the table.
Connor McGregor and his family were invited to Ibiza by a rich and powerful fan and so far his family was enjoying it. However, Connor knew the real reason they were invited to the resort. He had learned quickly that there was no one above or out of reach for the Cartel. The benefactor of the all expense paid family vacation was a member of the secretive Cartel board. The loss of his last fight almost ruined him financially and personally. He had made some foolish choices when it came to the fight and a lot of powerful people wanted to be repaid. That's when Renault came to the rescue. The billionaire bailed Connor out. At the time Connor had no idea that his benefactor was a member of the board of the most powerful and secretive organizations in the world. To everyone and eventually Connor, Renault made it clear that the former champion MMA fighter was under the Cartel’s protection and therefore, untouchable. Connor soon realized that that meant he was a piece of property of the Cartel.
Connor stood in front of the restroom’s mirror adjusting the black, silk $1,000 shirt. It hugged his tight, compact body perfectly. The restroom door opened and Mr, Renault entered. He turned and singled the two muscle bound Russian bodyguards to stand guard outside the restroom. The heavyset man then stood behind Connor and dusted a stay piece of hair from the famous fighter’s muscular shoulders.
“You look very nice tonight,” the older man whispered into Connor’s ears, his hand moved down the fighter’s back. “The silk feels very good against the hardness of your body.”
Connor felt disgusted but knew better than to resist the powerful pervert’s advances. The last time he refused an advance from Renault, his trainer was paid to injure his ankle the night before his last fight, to insure that it would break during his biggest fight and ruined his fighting career. Connor might be the highest paid athlete in the world but his wealth nor power was nowhere near that of Mr. Renault and the Cartel’s.
Renault hand kept moving lower until he gripped Connor’s tight compact ass through the black designer jeans. The older man smiled at Connor through the mirror and reached around the narrow waist. His fat fingers then stroked the fighter’s crotch, tracing the impressive bulge. Connor was humiliated not only that he was being groped by another man, but his own cock was betraying him. He had felt Renault’s large bulge pressing against his ass through both of their clothes. Connor remember the first time he was fucked by the billionaire and was turned into the older man’s bitch. With his broken leg and the drugs that kept him docile he was no match to fight back. However, to Connor mind it was no excused to the fact that his own body actually enjoyed being dominated and fucked like some slut bitch. Connor stood there, straight, his chest open, trying to gather all the attitude and cockiness he had left as Renault fobbed with his belt and the tight jeans. He felt the older man’s breath on the back of his neck as his zipper was pulled down and Connor's impressive cock popped free. It was hard and leaking as Renault wrapped his fist around it.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Renault whispered into Connor’s ear, licking the earlobe. “Pull your pants down.”
A part of Connor wanted to punch the pervert, but he knows better. Renault’s two muscle bound, former Russian special forces bodyguards were waiting outside of the door. Renault had once boasted to Connor that he had personally picked them while visiting a Russian base. After he arranged their capture, he personally supervised their training into completely loyal and obedient bodyguards. At one order, or if Renault was unable to respond, the well trained bodyguards wouldn’t hesitate to kill Connor. Connor was tough and street smart, he grew up knowing what he had to do to survive. Connor had grown up on the tough streets of Dublin and he knew criminal and mob types but they all pale in comparison to the Cartel. The most organized criminal organizations, the mafia or drug cartels, hide in the Cartel’s shadow. He couldn’t have the Cartel as an enemy. He rather be alive as it’s slave then dead as it’s enemy.
Connor knew what Renault likes. He bent forward as he peeled the tight jeans down his muscular legs, pushing his ass backwards against Renault’s hard crotch. Renault likes cocky studs, the more arrogant they are the more turned they made him. Connor willed himself to stand straight and push out his chest, regaining some of his cockiness. He even smirked at the older man through the mirror. Connor wore no underwear under his pants and his impressive cock was pointing out from under the shirt. His bare ass was pressed against Renault’s full crotch, as the long shirt tail draped over the top curvature of the smooth bubble. Renault ran his hands up the fighter’s tight body, feeling the soft material against Connor’s muscles. When his fat hands reached the top button, he slowly began to undo each shirt button taking his time to reveal the tattooed pecs and chisel abs. He pulled the silk shirt off Connor’s shoulders and down his long arms. Connor looked at his naked chisel body in the mirror. He had always been proud of his body, it was the body of a warrior. He is also proud of his cock. He always bagged about its size. Now however, he was humiliated by his body and his cock. He was naked, with a raging hardon in a public restroom before a fully dressed overweight man.
“Beautiful,” Renault whispered.
Renault reached around Connor McGregor’s lean, tight body toward the marble countertop. He reached under the elegant soap dispenser and coated his fingers. Renault then spread Connor’s tight, firm ass cheeks, revealing his man pussy. Connor gripped the countertop as he felt one of Renault’s fat fingers stroking and teasing his hole.
“I forgot how tight you are,” Renault laughed as he pushed hard, pushing his finger into the hole.
Connor gritted his teeth, wasn’t going to give the older man the pleasure to hear him moan. Renault was stroking his insides, lubing and stretching him open. Connor grunted despite himself, as Renault squeezed in a second finger. He is Connor McGregor, the greatest MMA fighter of all time, he told himself. He was no one's bitch. However, there he was, gripping the marble countertop and his cock was rock hard, throbbing from being finger fucked by another man.
Finally Renault pulled his fingers out of Connor’s stretched hole. He gave Connor’s perfect ass a slap, “lift your left leg on the countertop, open that hot Irish manpussy.”
Connor found himself obeying, lifting his muscular leg onto the countertop, spreading his powerful ass cheeks.
“That’s a good slut,” Renault laughed as he grabbed hold of Connor’s waist and roughly pushed his cock into the open hole.
Connor closed his eyes and grunted as he felt the cock pushed deep into him. His cock was jerking and bouncing. Renault eased out and thrusted back into the champion fighter's hole. His thick cock was pounding Connor’s prostate over and over, hard. Each time the billionaire pulled out he slammed back in harder and deeper.
The arrogant, tough fighter was whimpering and moaning as the cock pounded him. Finally Connor couldn’t hold out, without touching himself he came hard. His cum shot onto the mirror, covering it. His cum ran down in long thick lines.
