This is the background story of Glaswegian, Rory McGregor, better known as The Scots Reaper. How he became a well known wrestler and how he acquired his insatiable lust for women.
Although filled with erotic sex, his story is also one of love, though it takes a while for him to see it. Having finished with Kirstie he now realises he feels something more for his 'sister', Myra. Yet it can't be love - can it?
In this penultimate chapter, he finally moves to the US to progress his career. Who knows what hot women he might meet while he's there?
Thank you for the good votes you have given me so far. Positive votes and comments are always much appreciated and always encourage further writing.
This story is purely a work of sexual fantasy and is complete fiction. The names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.
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Rory hated long plane journeys. It wasn't too far to New York, but time was dragging. Still two hours to go. He had eaten and drank everything on offer, watched two films and slept. But now he was restless.
He had finally taken the plunge. A new life in the US. Yet he still felt unhappy. Confused.
He had spent most of his last week with Myra. Spending hours in bed with her. Wanting to enjoy every moment while they were able. He had previously been mourning the loss of Kirstie and Flo. But somehow this was now overshadowed by losing Myra.
He had once thought he truly loved Kirstie. But now he was no longer sure. He realised it was probably more lust than love. But how could he so suddenly be in love with Myra? Yes, he had known her for as long as he could remember, but he had never seen her in this way before.
Perhaps he had always felt some sort of love for her, but had never acknowledged his true feelings? It was different now though. It was only now that he actually saw her as a woman. A beautiful woman, in and out. And now he felt incredibly miserable. Depressed at leaving her behind.
Yet, maybe it was for the best. As he had already told her, he would be no good for her. He didn't want to ruin their special friendship. They had known each other too long to jeopardize that.
He had simply slept with her because that was what she had wanted, wasn't it? He hadn't pushed her into have sex with him. And now it was over between them. They'd had one glorious last week of love making together. But now it was done and he was gone.
The next time they met, it would be purely as friends again. His 'sister'.
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Myra felt wretched. She couldn't stop thinking about Rory. Every time thoughts of him invaded her mind, her heart beat fast; a thousand butterflies fluttered inside her tummy. Oh God she would miss him! A huge part of her had been taken from her.
She had got what she wanted in the end. He had made her a real woman. But now she would pay for it. Now that he was gone. She was the one left behind yearning for him.
And what if he never returned? She had to try to move on, but so much had changed. Her mother in Liverpool, her brother in Manchester and now Rory gone too. Their tight little family unit broken apart. She felt incredibly sad.
She had no choice but to continue with her college studies. Perhaps if she got a part time job she would manage to scrape together the air fare to visit him or maybe he would come back to see her?
She looked at her watch. He would nearly be in New York now. She would message him later.
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At last Rory reached the apartment Max had arranged for him. One bedroom and open plan. Kind of a loft apartment. It was cool. He had the weekend to recover before he met with his trainer. He had a fight at the end of the month to prepare for.
He unpacked his clothes and belongings and tried not to think about Myra. He didn't want to feel sad. But then his phone pinged. It was her. She wanted to know how he was and what his apartment was like. She thanked him for their last week together and told him how much she was already missing him.
Rory paused. He didn't want to become too attached to her. He needed to be polite and friendly, but no hint of anything more. He didn't want to give her anything to hold on to for the future. Their relationship could go no further. It had purely been about sex. Nothing more. He had helped educate her, as her mother had also done for him.
'Yep it's a bit lonely here at the moment. I'm off to a party tonight.' he lied. 'Apparently plenty of hot women so hopefully I'll pull for the night! Hope all goes well with college next week. I'll be in touch Sis, when I have news!'
He felt cruel as he sent it, but it was for the best. She needed to meet someone decent and he didn't want to get involved with anyone at present. He wanted to meet lots of women, but purely for sex. No commitment.
Myra felt sad. She knew he had feelings for her but he clearly didn't want any involvement in the future. He had made that clear. He didn't think he was good enough for her nor that she could cope with his addiction to sex. She knew he wanted freedom to meet others.
She would have to live her life without him for the time being, but hopefully he would return eventually, and she would be waiting for him.
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Rory had won his first match, followed by others. He was now becoming well known on the circuit and as in the UK, he was building quite a fan base of women, who frequently waited around for him after his matches. He'd already had some great screws with some gorgeous women but none compared to Rio, who he'd recently met in Darcy's Bar in New York.
She was Brazilian and absolutely stunning. Straight, glossy black waist length hair. Olive skin with beautiful, cat like, deep brown eyes and very full lips. Enormous surgically enhanced breasts. A tiny waist and perfectly rounded implanted ass. Her legs were long and slim. She was simply gorgeous and both shared an immediate mutual attraction.
As soon as he walked up to the bar, he noticed her. Surrounded by both men and women. She stood out from the crowd. Her fantastic figure encased in an incredibly sexy black vinyl catsuit. A zipper ran down the front which was partially open to reveal her generous cleavage, the shiny pvc clinging tightly to her delicious nipples. Open holes ran down the side of it, all the way down her body and legs, silver clips holding them closed together.
He stared at her, imagining unfastening the zipper to reveal her perfectly enhanced tits before slowly unclipping the silver clasps, opening up the rustling pvc down her body and stripping it from her before fucking her hard. Shit he wanted her. His cock was swollen. Her appearance was pure sex. Made for fucking!
And now their eyes met. He knew immediately she wanted him to fuck her. He turned to Max.
"Do you know who she is?"
"Yeah that's Rio Dominga. Ex girlfriend of Dank, a local rapper. Fucking stunning isn't she?"
"Aye. I need to meet her. I want to fuck her"
"Then get on over there. You've never been turned down yet lad."
Max was right. Rory was incredibly hot. Women never said no to him. And the more famous he was becoming, the easier it was becoming to pull them.
He made his way over to her. The crowd parted as they realised who he was. The women smiled hopefully, but it was clear who he was interested in.
She sat on a bar stool, one tightly sheathed vinyl leg crossed over the other. He would like to have parted them and ran his hands over the tight pvc along her legs up to her thighs to reach her delicious crotch. He wanted to ram his cock straight inside her naked pussy which was bound to be waxed. Maybe just a strip of dark hair. He hoped so. He really wanted to see it and eat it!
She stared at him provocatively, licking her red shiny pouting lips. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
"Hi can I buy you a drink?" He asked, coolly.
She lifted her glass to show him she was already drinking champagne.
"Well another then. My name is Rory. Rory McGregor." He said in his thick Scottish accent.
