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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: Katherine The Great on November 03, 2017, 05:44:47 AM
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Jessie and I have gotten such great feedback on the first part (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=67275.0)of our match, that we've decided to finish it up here, on the new fight board, as time and our schedules still conspire against us. Hope you all enjoy!
My sweat slicked back sticks to the canvas as I roll back and forth...struggling for air with my arms crossed protectively over my throbbing chest. "Ahhhhhhhhfff..." I moan as I hear some heavy footfalls off to my side. Still huffing and puffing, trying to catch my breath while my boot soles pound the old boards and I struggle to breathe. For all my problems now, they fade into obscurity as a hard impact is felt on my forehead and I see stars. My body bucks as if I've been electrocuted and I grab my already crimson forehead and stomp my boots even harder to the old canvas.
''Auuuuuuggghhh.." I moan loudly from the shot to my already tenderized forehead...sucking in wind as I check my palm for fresh blood. I slowly roll over to my hands and knees...my firm, golden globes bobbing along as the crowed behind me gets a nice 'peep' show. On the move now, I slowly flex my thighs and start a slow crawl over to the ropes. My broad back shiny with sweat, my hair hanging in sweaty strings in my face while I shake my head to try to clear my vision. My left hand coming off the canvas, reaching for the second rope to help support me while I try to stumble back up to my feet, if I can.
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(In the words of Bette Davis..."Fasten your seat belts, it's going to be a bumpy ride" :D )
The impact of my knee onto that tenderized forehead radiates up my thigh to cause my glutes to ripple as the padded joint finds it's target. My sweaty body glistens and shines like it's coated in oil as the hot lights beat down on us and makes the ring feel like it's in the Sahara. Still, a little heat never did a girl harm, as the crowd is sure to enjoy the view of sweat droplets falling off rock-hard coral pink nipples as I remain kneeling while watching your body react to the knee drop.
Licking my lips as I enjoy that peep show as much as the crowd to my back, each flex of your thighs dimpling that toned ass and making it hard to resist reaching over to grab your hips and indulge in a different sort of physical workout. "Business first, pleasure second" I remind myself as you make it over to the ropes. Though there's nothing that says I can't enjoy both at the same time, and there is a bit of revenge to be claimed as well. Pushing myself up to my feet, I practically strut the short distance between us, hips swaying with some exaggeration to make the rowdy crowd cheer even more.
Reaching over with my left hand, I take a handful of your sweaty golden locks to try and push your throat forward so that it's resting on the middle rope. Not enough to completely choke, but definitely trying to make it hard for you to breath as my right hand traces along your spine with a feather-soft graze as the nails of my fingers barely scratch your skin. Letting my fingertips trace around your back door before gliding from base to tip of your exposed lips and then pushing two fingers all the way in and out as my wrist works to set up a rhythm before you can recover enough to escape from the ropes.
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I slide into my seat at the Dahl House to enjoy this fight between the champion and the veteran. I see that the action has already started and I check my watch. "But it said..shit I still have mine set to Eastern time." A nice young woman leans over and whispers to me, "If you have a smart phone, I can give you a link to the stream of this match and you can see what you missed."
I thank her and smile as I hold up my phone. She gives me a bright smile and I'm wishing I wore my mask as my cheeks flush as red as my hair. She takes the phone and plugs in the link
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=67275.0
And I see the video come up.
Now on to the fight.
(Thanks for continuing it here! I'm looking forward to seeing more quality posts from both of you!)
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Just a few more feet.....then I'll have the ropes and I'll be able to....
"Awww!!" I shout, my scalp lighting up as I feel my soaking wet hair pulled, used as a leash to guide me up while my hands grab the middle rope. Fuck....she's already on me and this makes me realize I've lost my 'internal timer' and my ring awareness. I shake my head as I grit my teeth...."Shit..hair..hairrr..." I grunt up to you, though I know you don't care....I wouldn't. The rowdy crowd getting a good look at my pained face as you use my hair to bring me over the middle rope enough to shove my throat down on the strand. Forced to lean over the rope, my arms hook over it while you half strangle me and cut off a good portion of my wind. My eyes go wide while m boots kick behind me, the toes pounding the boards in protest as you continue using my hair to control me.
I gasp and wheeze a bit, feeling your hand trace lightly over the curve of my spine and over the hump of my round ass. Between my ass cheeks and down my crack goes the finger while my legs slowly kick and I shake my head...."Nuuuhhhh....*coff, coff*....uhhhh.." I grunt, knowing where you're going and struggling against the rope across my throat to no avail.
You fingers trace around my pucker and I let out another half moan half groan, but you keep on going. My arms slowly waving as you, suddenly, slip your fingers into my sopping wet petals. "Uhhhhhhhhhh....." I let out with a strangled groan as your digits explore my moist cavern. In and out they go as you start to set up a rhythm and waves of pleasure start crashing over me. My mouth opens, my lips form a silent "O" as I start moving back and forth in time with the motion of your arm. My firm, golden globes bouncing forward and back, the stiff nipples topping them swaying in an almost hypnotic pattern as my thighs flex each time my upper body moves.
My arms stop protesting and drop over the middle rope. The fans lucky enough to be in front of me not only see my firm tits bobbing, but my eyes roll up into my head as my mouth continues to work wordlessly and the crafty Cougar start repaying me for the erotic work I did on her earlier. I shake my head and try to get the ring to stop spinning, but the head shots and loss of blood still have me woozy. All I can think about now is the brink you're taking me to and how long I'm going to be there......
Fuck.
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I grin wickedly as I feel your body shivering as my nails trace their path along your glistening tanned skin, and then feel you starting to match the rhythm I set as my bicep flexes and relaxes like a slow-moving piston. I'll have to wait to see the tape afterwards to get the full enjoyment of watching your facial expression, but with the memory of my own erotic humiliation still fresh I can pretty well imagine what the lucky guys and girls in the audience are seeing right now.
Not for the first time in my career, I find myself wishing I could be like those multi-armed gods they have in India, because two just isn't enough for what I want to do to your young, fit body while it's vulnerable. But I don't dare take my hand out of your hair, because despite how much you may be enjoying this I can't be certain you won't find the willpower to overcome it and escape. So my options are limited by necessity, but I think I know something I can do to help push the Doll over the edge and drain some of that renowned stamina out of her.
My fingers pick up their pace a little more, curling as they withdraw to brush against a new portion of your inner folds each time, as my own sweat-coated tits bounce on my chest, little droplets of sweat falling from the eraser-sized coral pink tips that cap them like miniature crowns. "Yeah, that's it little Doll. Momma Cougar's gonna make ya feel so good, you'll never want it ta stop." Intentionally making my accent more pronounced as my voice takes on a sultry tone, and to try and push you over the edge entirely, I bend at the waist as best I can, which is admittedly somewhat awkward given my position, and let you feel my pearly white teeth give a pair of playful nips and bites on those tight California buns.
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My throat pressed in hard to the middle rope, not enough to choke the life out of me, but enough to make breathing a bit tough. My arms hang over the rope like I was in an old stocks. My body going back and forth in time with your pumping right arm. Your left hand remains in my hair to keep some control over me. The pleasure/pain from the tingle in my scalp helping to bring me to the brink....just like you want. I shake my head as you coo down to me....that heavily accented, husky, voice also giving a shove or two towards the sexual precipice.
"Yeah, that's it little Doll. Momma Cougar's gonna make ya feel so good, you'll never want it ta stop."
The shaking of my head becomes a nod after you whisper this down to me. I bite my lower lip as my firm globes continue bouncing back and forth and the stiff nipples capping them bobbing along for the ride. Closer and closer I get to the edge....even to the point of forgetting what I'm even doing in this ring, right now.
Then I feel that hard bites to my firm, round, ass cheeks and that does it.....the boot that kicks me square in the back and knocks me clear over the edge.
I groan loudly..."Ohhhfuckkkkkkkkk!" as my body stiffens and I erupt, cumming HARD over your fingers and wrist. My mouth forms a silent "O" and my lush lips round like a fish out of water as I pant and wheeze like a bitch in heat. I hand limply on the ropes, our hand still in my sweat slicked hair as the crowd lets us know how much they appreciated that little show. My legs slowly kicking behind me, the toes of my boots banging the old boards as my face reddens from the forced orgasm.
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Every little coo and sound you make as you're being fingered on display makes my own body tingle as I bask in the joy of having you so thoroughly under control as well as giving the rowdy and fickle crowd a proper show that makes the price of admission worthwhile. The fact that it's a bit of payback for being forced to orgasm first in the match may play a little part in it as well, not that I would ever admit to such a thing of course because that would be petty and juvenile and accurate.
I grin wickedly as you coat my fingers and part of my wrist with your nectar, the cameras overhead catching the moment for those who aren't privileged enough to be in the right section of seats for a close up view of their own as the well-worn canvas gets another splash of juices to add yet more stains to those already leaving an unspoken history of what all has gone in within these ropes.
"Mmm, yeah that's the way baby girl." I say in a mix of satisfaction and mockery as I slowly pull my fingers from your sensitive kitty and bring the up to my lips to slowly suck clean for the viewing pleasure of the audience and to enjoy the taste of fruit of my labor. But playtime is over, and there's still a matter of a wrestling match to be dealt with. So my fingers uncurl from your sweat-soaked golden mane, giving your bare ass a playful swat as I stand up fully.
The scorching lights above making me shine and glisten as I take off to the opposite side of the ring, black leather boots stomping the canvas as my thick thighs are flexing and ass dimpling as my heavy tits sway on my chest as I twist to throw myself back-first into the ropes. The cables creak and groan with the strain before snapping back and slinging me back to where you are still hopefully laid out on the ropes, as I jump into the air with the intention of landing across your shoulders and upper back to drive your neck harshly onto the ropes with my full weight.
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My mind is foggy and I feel like I've just ran a 5K as I hang on the middle rope. My arms over the strand and my throat pressed loosely against the plastic coating the coarse rope. Still on my knee pads, my body arched down towards the newly stained canvas while my legs remain spread wide and the toes of my golden boots tap the boards. Hearing the cheers and jeers of the crowd of local perverts and degenerates, my stringy blonde hair blows in and out as I still breathe heavily and pant like a bitch in heat. Biting my lower lip between gasps, I shake my head, my half lidded eyes taking in the rowdy crowd as the get to their feet and aim their phones for the ring, bathing it in continued flashes.
I shake my head and squint against the brightness, knowing I have to move...I have to get up...but, I just don't want to. Each movement of my thick, sweat slicked thighs sends another residual wave of pleasure through my lower body and a tingle up my spine. I let out another moan as I lick my lips and blink against the bright flashes. In the distance I hear a the roll of thunder...then the ropes shake....then more thunder and something tells me I need to move before the lightning strikes.
I take a deep breath, tense my body, and get ready to move....too late. You land across my bare, broad, upper back and compress my throat into the middle rope once again. My arms bounce along with my body while my legs spread wide on my knees. A loud "Ummmfffff!!!" blows my hair from my face and that pained look returns to my face as your thighs perch on my shoulders and you ride me like one of your Kentucky fillies. I gasp and gag, my tongue hangning from the side of my mouth as I'm forced to try to catch my breath again. My golden orbs bouncing along on my chest as I take 145 lbs of Country Cougar dropping on me.
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*watching in awe as I mutter * that’s some lovely work Jessi.
Poor Kat, just a victim now.
*shaking my head as I see that vicious move land squarely*
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This is a super Hot Match!!! Doll you are awesome! But I really hope you lose, you paint a beautiful picture for us! As a girl who love to watch and participate in pro style matches, i really hope to see a very long descriptive pin. I think hottest scenario Jessie pins doll with a long leg hook pin!
Thanks!!!
....I think... :P
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It's so satisfying, hearing the ropes creak and groan as they handle our combined weight as your broad, shiny back provides a comfortable (well, for me anyway and that's what matters right?) landing as my thighs slide over your shoulders and my wet petals press against the base of your neck as you're forced to take my weight with the middle rope pressed against your throat. I smile for the cameras and give a flex of both arms for a few seconds before using the top rope for balance as I lift myself up to a standing position.
I could go for the safer option, tossing you onto your back and going for a pin right now. Considering the combination of choking from the rope and the orgasm sapping your strength, in my mind it has a pretty good chance of succeeding in putting the tough youngster away. But then again, at this point we're basically even. Both of us have caused the other to squirt and stain the canvas, and while you are the only one with crimson streaks so far, it doesn't change the balance that much. So a pin right now would be just breaking even, and I don't want to break even. I want to make a statement out here on the West Coast, and break a renowned champion in her own ring.
Slapping your ass cheeks, first the right and then the left, I climb out of the ring onto the apron and then hop down to the floor in front of you. "Hold that pose girl, I'll be right back." Grinning and giving your right cheek a mocking little slap, I pull the apron cloth up and slide under the ring to look for something that catches my attention. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness after being under those bright, overheated lamps above the ring, but once I can see I spot something that will work perfectly.
Walking backwards on my knees from under the ring, sure that all the lucky audience members on that side of the ring are getting quite the peek of my soaked mound between my thighs as I do so, I stand back up holding a bundle of three florescent bulbs tied together in a triangular shape. Holding it up in the air like an ancient warlord lifting her sword over the battlefield, I climb back into the ring and head to the farthest corner from where I left you. Positioning the bulbs over the middle ropes, I saunter my way back over to where you have been having the chance to recover, but I'm hopeful that you're weak enough still to take a handful of sweaty blonde mane to "help" you back up to your feet. Because if I can, the next part will be an Irish whip into the corner to introduce your back to those waiting lightbulbs.
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This girl has bad intentions :-\
Who, moi? I mean, does this look like the face of someone that's good at being bad? Nevermind the horns that are holding my halo up, of course.
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"Ooooooffffffuckkkkk...." I moan, still caught in the "afterglow" of the Crafty Cougar's finger fucking, my body still reacting to the slightest movement or pressure. I feel your hot kitty on the back of my neck, those strong thighs across my shoulder and I almost blow again. I bite my lower lip, though, and repress the urge to let another orgasm wash over me. I need to get my head back into this and quick. If not, I'll be Cougar Chow....quite literally....soon. My sweat slicked skin continues shining under the Dahl House lights, Daddy being too much of a cheap bastard to get any real ventilation going in here and, plus, he knows the perverts and degenerates like seeing their girls sweat as they beat the holy hell out of each other.
Your weight on my back, pressing my throat into the rope, still limits my oxygen options, so I continue to wheeze and gasp under you. Finally, you back off and I just hang there, bouncing in the rope...even as your palm reddens both my tanned cheeks with harsh slaps. My body still in 'reaction mode', I moan and my inner thighs rub together as I shake my head. I hear the boards creak and groan, the ropes shake and I assume you're leaving the ring....for what, I can only guess. It's not until a few more minutes later that I kind of realize what you're doing. The roar of the crowd, though, tells me it's probably something I'm not going to like. Grimacing against the pain in my scalp as you pull me up and off the ropes by my wet hair. "Hey....bitch....*wheeze* hair....hairrrr..." I gasp as you bring me up to my boots and facing the far corner. I see something shiny resting on the middle ropes .....fuck.....fluorescent light bulbs. "Fuck...no..." I gasp, almost pleading while you grin and grab my wrist, tugging me forward and going into a spin.
I shake my head more adamantly now..."No...." , grunting as adrenaline surges through my body at the prospect of picking shards of glass out of my naked body for the next few days. You pull on my arm, spinning on your boots....my hand grips your wrist and, out of desperation, I reach with my free arm and grab the other side of your wrist. I take a short hop and try to plant my boots, flexing my considerable thighs and clenching my ass cheeks. Trying to twist my torso while my biceps flex and round, I try to reverse the momentum and whip you around, looking to send the big Cougar for the deadly corner that you intended for me.
It's a long shot....The Cougar is probably one of the few women at the Dahl House who, potentially, could be stronger than me. I'm also half wasted and my legs are still rubbery from her "magic fingers" so I send a quick prayer up to the Wrestling Goddesses while I grunt out in supreme effort.
"YUHHHHHH!!"
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*Still sitting and watching with keen interest, my hands move to cover my eyes as the attempt to whip one of the women into the nasty light tubes begins. I can feel scars of my own flaring up in remembrance and I truly do not wish to see either lovely lady get cut up like they could be.*
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The crowd cheers as I position the bulbs into something approaching a stable position, like spectators in an ancient Roman colosseum clamoring for the promised bloodshed. To be fair, while they may say they prefer one wrestler or another in any given match, what they really want is the maximum amount of mayhem and brutality they can get. Bread and circus, a classic recipe for loyalty that works for promoters as much as it does kings. Give them a good show and a full belly, and the audience will keep coming back. Which means that while this is my first appearance here at the Dahl Haus, the gathering of perverts are just as loud in their support for me as they are their local champ if it gets them more action.
I grin as I feel you resist being pulled back to your feet. I want you awake enough to know what's coming, so the sensation of the bulbs shattering is more painful mentally if not physically. Tugging you away from the ropes, spreading my thick thighs slightly to get a good stance, and off you go. My eyes are drawn to your firm, golden tits as I intend to watch them sway and bounce the whole way into the corner.
Which is why I don't notice you shifting your body until it's too late. Eyes widen like saucers as I'm suddenly jerked off balance and flung forward towards my own trap. Instinct tells me to turn, taking the impact on my broad back and bare ass at least, for what little consolation that is. There's a deep pop sound like a silenced pistol going off as a shower of glass and powder and whatever the hell else they pack into those things explodes in a cloud around my body. My head leans back as I give a screech of pain that would make a banshee jealous before my voice fades as I'm forced to take a deep, shudder-inducing breath. I can already feel small rivers of blood flowing down my back as I slump against the turnbuckle, arms over the top rope to hold myself up as pieces of broken glass and wire litter the canvas around my feet as the Cougar is hoisted on her own petard.
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Gritting my teeth as I'm able to switch the momentum and the look on your face as I whip you around tells me that this is the very last thing you thought might happen when you set this up. I manage to reverse the flow and send you on the big ride, dropping down to my knees, my firm, golden globes, bouncing on my chest as I hit. My head cranes up just in time to see you twist and your back impact the trio of light rods. They explode against your tanned and toned frame in a cloud of dust and loud shattering of glass that echoes in the humid air.
I slowly get to my feet, my palms on my right thigh to help me push up as I see you slumped back into the corner amid a pile of broken glass and sifting smoke from the bulbs. I half trot, half stumble over to you....looking to grab the top of your head by your sweaty, dirty blonde, hair and drag you from the corner. I wrap my left arm around your head as I bend you over by your hair, looking down your strong, toned, back and seeing the rivulets of blood sliding down it before I bend over and hook your left arm around the back of my neck. My right hand gliding down the left side of your body where, normally, I'd hook the leg hole of whatever bottoms you might be wearing. Here at the Dahl House, though, we have to improvise. I grin as my hand slides down your side, then across your flat tummy, down between your thighs and cupping your hot, wet, sex. I bend my knees as I slide my index finger into your folds and give it a wiggle, then try to lift you up quickly, my thighs bulging from the effort while I look to jerk you up and hold you vertically....my finger continuing to work that pussy of yours while I let the blood rush down to your head.
Holding you up for about thirty seconds before I let gravity take us and drop us down to our backs.....looking to ensure that you take the brunt of the impact.
"Ayaaaaaaahh!!"
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Sweaty hair lays over my face, puffed away with each labored breath I take as each prick from the shattered bulbs throbs in time with my quickened pulse. My view is obscured somewhat, but I still can see enough to see you nearly trotting over, satisfied with yourself at this reversal of fortunes. I sneer and make a mental note to do something about that smugness once my back stops feeling like it's been attacked by a reject from the local acupuncture school.
My sneer turns into a grimace as you take a grip of my hair to pull me out of the corner. At least I'm off the shards of glass that remained on the turnbuckle, even if my scalp feels like it's on fire now. "Let go of my hair, fucking bitch" I hiss as I'm lead on unsteady legs. When you toss my arm over your neck, I know what's coming and try to pull away but my body refuses to listen to the orders my brain is giving it. And when your hand slides across my toned abs and down through the trimmed triangle bush, I give an involuntary shudder that distracts me enough to stop resisting. And then your finger pushes inside, and I moan unabashedly. Though thankfully we're far enough away that no one in the crowd could likely hear it.
The moan intensifies as you use your grip and leverage to hoist me, my long dirty-blonde locks brushing against the canvas as I'm held vertically in an impressive display of strength from the youngster. "No, no Doll, no" I moan but know it will do little good as I feel us starting to tilt over and gravity takes over again. The ring shakes at the big impact, the canvas booming like thunder as the ropes bounce. "Nnnnyaaahhh!" I cry out as my spine takes the brunt of the landing and I'm unable to cushion the impact in any way. Your grip loosened on landing, allowing my upper body to jerk and sit up for a split second, the cameras catching the blank stare as my arms hang limply at my body shudders at the feeling of your finger slipping out of my soaked pussy. Then flopping back to the canvas like a puppet with its strings cut, arms slightly sprawled out as my thighs are wide open and giving the rancorous pervs a perfect view as my body shuts down for a moment at the overload of pain.
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The boards *BOOM!* and the ropes shake as a combined 275 luscious pounds impacts the canvas. I glance over, watching you bounce before you lurch up into a sit and drop back flat, blood stains on the old canvas as my body bucks and I roll over to my right. Spinning on my hip, I get to my knees and grin....licking your juices off my finger seductively, rolling my tongue over the digit, before knee walking over towards you.
My thick thighs flexing as I move over to your head, My hands dropping down on your shoulders to make sure you stay flat as I try to position my knees on either side of your face, forcing you to look up to the bright, hot, lights above. Raised up on my knees, I look to drop my ass and pussy right down on your face, a wet smack coming from the skin on skin impact if I can manage to drop the facesit smother on you.
My body slick with sweat, my tanned skin shining brightly as I try to lean forward and hook my hands to those thick, inner thighs and start to tug. Wanting to being those long, strong, legs back...folding them over you into matchbook and looking to hook my arms over the back of your booted calves. If I can manage to lock those legs up, on either side of my body, I raise my left hand and give that sopping pussy a hard, wet, *SMACK!* Looking to get the juices really flowing as I deftly try to slide three fingers deep into your folds and start working. Grinding my hips as my left bicep rounds and I start trying to pump my hand in and out of your flooding petals.
"How's that feel, Momma Cougar? Huh? How about giving the pervs another shot of that honey?" I grunt down to you, continuing to try to grind down on your gorgeous face.
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My head tilts slightly to the side to avoid having to stare up into the blinding miniature suns they call ring lights above me, sweat-slick globes off-centered as my chest rises and falls with heavy breaths as I try to recover from that devastating suplex that felt like a mac truck running over me. My right boot lifts weakly, the black leather heel drumming against the worn canvas as I hear the roar of the crowd giving their approval for the display of power from their local girl, as well as the sight of you licking your finger of my juices.
When your shadow moves over my head, I manage to turn my head as your knees slide on either side of it, your golden pads coarse against my flushed skin as my head is locked in position. Sweaty bangs clings to my forehead as I start to speak, and then my eyes widen as I see how your body is moving. I've used the move often enough myself to recognize what's coming, but my arms and legs still feel like they're made of lead and so all I can do is take the impact of your dripping wet petals against my face as my breathing becomes much more difficult.
And if that wasn't bad enough for me, you roll me up into a matchbook pin, though my concerns about you trying to score the victory that way is put to rest almost immediately as my hips give an involuntary jerk and a muffled yelp escapes from under that tight, toned ass as you smack my pussy to prime it for three of your fingers invading.
My body jerks weakly under you as your taunt manages to make through the obstacles enough that I can barely make out what you're saying. I try to power out, but my head is already starting to feel lightheaded from the smother and grinding as precious oxygen gets cut off. And I feel another orgasm building rapidly as your fingertips work their magic inside me. Which leaves only one escape option. It's desperate, but like they say "All's fair in love and war" and this is definitely both at once.
So I tilt my head slightly, letting my tongue extend to brush against your soaked lips twice to let you think you know what's coming, before using my pearly whites to bite the first place I can get enough purchase to do so in order to persuade you to get off me.
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My left arm pistons, the bicep flexing as I continue sawing three fingers deep into that welcoming pussy of yours. My pearly white teeth bared as my lips curl up into a cruel smile while I keep you locked up in the matchbook pin/face sit smother. I gyrate my hips, dragging my own swollen lips and ass crack against your pretty face.
"Loving this, ain't ya Mama Cougar?" I taunt down, your round ass lightly jiggling as I continue working your folds and going for another forced orgasm on the wily ring veteran. I can feel your labored breath blowing up into my petals as I keep those thick legs of your pressed closely into my sides. Suddenly, a biting sting explodes in my nethers, forcing me to yelp out and release your legs. Letting them drop flat with a resounding *BOOM!* I hop up higher on my knees and look down to see your bared teeth clenched and opening for another chomp.
"Fuck!" I shout as I'm forced to get to my feet and move off you...rubbing my stinging kitty as I glare down at your sweaty, juice smeared face. I take a hop and stomp my right boot to the canvas while looking to hammer the sole of my left boot right into your forehead. If I get you once, I go for a second hard shot to the tender skin of your forehead.
"Ayaaaaa!! Haaaaaa!!' I shout, my thick thighs and firm breasts bouncing along from my efforts.
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You don't always do things you're proud of during a match, with the blood pumping and adrenaline rushing through you. I'm sure that if there was something like ESPN's old "Wide World of Sports" for naked wrestling(and damn do I feel old making that reference), that move would not earn me any votes for the play of the week. Still, feeling you release my thighs so the heels of my boots can thump against the canvas, and more importantly feel your invading fingers pull out lets me breathe a sigh of relief. Figuratively and literally, as without that toned ass and wet pussy against my face I can gulp in much needed air without any obstruction.
Of course, you're not idle, and those two heavy stomps to my forehead makes my body jolt like it's hit with a live wire. Heavy tits swaying on my chest as I jerk and bring my hands to my throbbing forehead as I roll onto my right side. "Fuuuuuuck" I groan as I pull my hands away and see some crimson smeared across my palms as a small cut aches near my hairline with each thundering pulse that echoes in my ears.
Rolling over onto my hands and knees, unconcerned with giving the cheering pervs across the ring a view of my glistening petals framed between thick thighs, I try to crawl to the edge of the ring, looking to make an escape to the outside where I can try and catch my breath while forming a new battle plan as my sweat-slick body slowly makes its way to the ring apron at what feels like a snail's pace.
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My thick thighs flex and piston up and down, drilling the sole of my boot into that tanned expanse of Cougar forehead while my bare, golden globes bob along. I grin as I see a few trickles of crimson as a result of my handiwork....it makes all my efforts worth it. I back off as you slowly roll to your hands and knees, reassessing your situation and figuring your best bet lies outside the still shaking ropes. The ropes aren't the only thing shaking as you crawl along the old, stained canvas and wiggle that firm, round, rump of yours in your bid to get to the ropes.
"Nuh uh..." I grunt as easily catch up with you, my hands grabbing that sweaty, stringy, hair and looking to pull you up to your knees. Trying to keep a grip on your head by the hair as I tilt it and bring my right leg up. Placing the black laces of my golden boot against your eyes, I stomp the boot down to the canvas, looking to rake those laces across your eyes...."Ayaaaaa!!' I try to keep that same grip on your hair, controlling your head and tilting it once again. This time, I put those same laces against that red dotted forehead of yours...stomping the boards again and, again, raking my laces against that tan and crimson forehead..."Saaaaaa!"
My body slick and shiny with sweat now, each muscle highlighted under my tanned skin as I continue trying to inflict as much pain on the Cougar as I did pleasure.
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(Apologies for the break in posting, as I was dealing with a death in the family. But we now return you to our regularly scheduled mayhem)
My forehead aches with each pulse, making that tin red line stretch further and further down as I crawl towards the ropes and the promise of escape that lies just beyond them. My limbs feel like they're made of lead, heavy and slow to respond as the seconds feel like they're stretched into hours. Coral pink nipples throb atop my golden tan globes that hang down nearly to the canvas as thick thighs and toned ass cheeks flex with each movement.
My escape is cut short as your fingers reach down to take hold of my sweaty hair. The only part of my ponytail still in place is the last inch or so as the holder has slide down nearly to the point of falling completely off. My scalp burns and my teeth grit as you lift my head up and cause me to kneel on the canvas as you lift your golden boot up and drag the coarse black laces across my eyes. "Aaaaaiii!" My fingers reach up to cover my burning eyes, trying to wipe away the tears as I'm momentarily blinded.
Which is why feeling those laces repeat their brutal effectiveness on my tender forehead catches me completely by surprise as you saw the fabric and the metal covers around the laces across my sweat-slicked brow twice in rapid succession. The cut on my forehead is opened wider, letting the crimson streaks pour faster as it makes its way down my face and towards my right cheek and the bridge of my nose as my body jerks enough to pull free of your grip before you can completely recover your balance, though doing so leaves some dirty blonde locks in your grip along with the simple ponytail holder on the worn canvas as it comes completely undone. But I manage to roll out of the ring and onto the apron before making a less than graceful landing on the thin padding over the concrete floor. Trying to clear my vision and catch my breath, as the loud and rowdy crowd cheers for their local champion and her handling of the visiting veteran thus far.
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I've never been hunting, but I've seen enough Animal Planet to know that a wounded animal is a dangerous animal. A wounded Cougar, probably even more so. I grin as my laces rake those cold, uncaring eyes and blind you, then grin even wider as the second rake opens that tanned forehead up even more. My stringy, sweat laden hair still shrouding my features, but the more observant among the Dahl House perverts can see the shiny, white, gleam of my toothy grin. I'm punishing this old bitch and showing not only her, but the rest of these nobodies in attendance, that I can go toe to toe (or, in this case, tit to tit) with these old vets and come out on top.
At least, that's my plan.
I look down at your glistening, toned, frame, my fingers flexing while I reach for you again, but that 'wounded animal' in you comes out and makes another appearance. The survival instinct kicks in and you drop and roll. Under the bottom rope, and to the outside apron before disappearing.
I have you hurt, bleeding, and desperate so I don't mind taking a quick 'victory lap' around the ring, my thick quads flexing with each bootfall, my bare ass clenching with each step while I strike a double bicep pose and grin for the rowdy, cheering, degenerates. I let them get a good view of their Doll....their champion....before I saunter over to the ropes you just rolled under and step through them. My tanned, shiny, curves rippling as I hop down to the mats below, looking to punish more Cougar ass.
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It's not a very graceful landing as I roll out of the ring and then onto the thinly padded floor. In fact, "flop" would be a more accurate way to describe how I get to the ground. But considering this is a wrestling match and not the Olympics I'm not worried about how the judges score my dismount. I'm just glad to have some breathing space as I lay on my stomach, gulping in deep breathes as the toe of my right boot kicks weakly against the padding.
My whole body aches, especially my forehead even as the bleeding has slowed to a trickle rather than just free-flowing as the last drop for now drips from the tip of my nose and onto the floor in front of me. The lights overhead mimicking an oven as a faint outline is left on the old, worn padding that looks like those body outlines in police shows but made from my sweat instead of chalk. I knew coming into this match it was going to be a tough one, but it's been a long time since I've been pushed this hard in a match.
I get up to my knees in time to catch the last of your parade around the ring, celebrating as if the bell had already rung to finish the bout. Hard to blame the youngster for feeling confident and a little cocky at the moment, but I push snide comments to the side as I watch you hop out of the ring and come closer and give a quick grin that I turn into a grimace to keep up appearances as I sit back on my haunches, sweaty mane sticking to my face, shoulders and back.
I've always been proud of my technical skills inside the ring, but out here in no-man's-land it's not the most technical wrestler that gets the upper hand. It's whoever can be the dirtiest bitch, and I have alot of experience in that regards. I let you get in front of me, certain your confidence will make you careless and not expecting it when I reach out with my left hand to rest on your thick left thigh as if needing the balance. It is partially for that to be sure, but I only need the extra balance as I shift my body weight forward as my right hand clenches into a tight fist and looks to rocket up into that smooth, glistening peach of yours. If you're going to showboat, I intend to turn that boat into your own Titanic.
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My boots drop heavily on the thin mats outside the ring. Gravity creating a nice (at least for the regular degenerates and perverts that frequent the Dahl House) bounce to my firm C cups as well as a firm ripple to my round, tanned, ass cheeks. I land to see you already on your knees and looking primed and ready for more punishment.
"On your knees already, huh old lady? It's ok...just beg me not to beat your ass anymore and I won't. I just throw your old, tired, rump under the ropes and pin you quick and simple."
The grin plastered on my face as I reach out with my left hand, taking a liberal handful of that sweaty, dirty blonde hair and getting ready to 'urge' you back up to your feet. Your hand on my thigh to steady yourself tells me that you're about done here. It's all over, save the three count.
Or so I thought.
That fist snapping up and burying into my sopping folds tells a different story.
A loud "Awwwffff!!" erupts from my lush lips as the force of the shot drives me up to my tiptoes and juts my bare ass out towards the roaring crowd of onlookers intent on getting some sort of sexual gratification from watching us brutalize each other. The pain isn't debilitating, like it would be for a man, but it hurts enough to scramble my brain and force me to release your hair. I sink down to my knees while my hands shoot down south and between my firm thighs. My bare ass resting on the heels of my golden boots while I shake my head and try to fight the pain now radiating throughout my lower region.
The shot was cheap and dirty, but I shouldn't expect anything less from another night at the Dahl House. Now, if only I could catch my breath.
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It's a very satisfying combination of hearing and feeling my knuckles smack into your wet lips. A few drops of your nectar even splatters against my face I think as I pull my fist away and watch as you drop onto your knees and sit back on the heels of your golden boots as we're both down on the thin padding over the concrete floor. The cheering crowd of perverts and degenerates at ringside enjoying the view of both of us shining in sweat and sporting crimson masks as the action once more spills outside the ring.
"Ain't over yet, little girl. You're still conscious, but Momma Cougar's gonna take care of that for you."
Knee-walking a little bit closer to you, heavy D-cups swaying on my chest with each deep, labored breath I take as sweat droplets fall off the pebble-hard nipples, I reach up with a left arm that feels like it's made of lead to take a handful of sweaty blonde locks. Tugging on your mane enough to keep you facing me, my right fist rises up, still coated with your juices, before slamming down into the tender forehead of the local champ. I want to send the punches fast, but it's impossible to do so I settle for three slow, sloppy, but hard punches around the cut on your forehead in order to open it back up and keep you disoriented as I release the grip of your hair after the final punch as I roll to my right side and start the slow process of getting back to my feet.
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Incredible! Surprisingly the Doll is in some trouble!
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My waxed kitty still throbbing as I sit on my boot heels and try to massage the pain away. Teeth clenched and my firm, sweat laden chest heaving as I try to catch my breath and unscramble my brain from the pain lance that just shot up through my body. I shake my head, only to find your hand in my wet, stringy, mane and holding my head tightly.
"No...wait.." I grunt, wanting a respite from the pain, but know it's not coming. Instead, you drill those educated knuckles into my forehead. New pain erupting over the dull throb and I'm seeing more stars as I start to sway on my haunches with each hard, precise, shot you lay into my battered skin on my forehead. My breasts bouncing and the firm nipples capping them dancing as I feel a thick liquid start to run down the side of my face again. She's busted open my cut. I sputter and groan as you hammer those hard shots home.
One
Two
Three....and then you release your grip on my hair and, pretty much, the only thing keeping me upright. I drop backwards, my thick legs uncurling from under me as my arms go wide and my bare, sweaty, back slaps the thin mats with a wet *thwap!* My legs spread, my right slowly kicking up and down as the shouts, cheers, and jeer from the usual Dahl House crowd become a dull roar and the hot lights above start to spin.
I sure hope someone got the number of the bus that just ran over me. I'm suing.
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Thanks for sharing and good luck to ya both! :)
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Excellent fight and wow what an Upset!!!!
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The two of us must make quite the sight. Sweaty skin glistening under the lamps overhead that's trying to bake us alive. Bodies battered and bruised and running on steam as we both have inner thighs coated with our own juices and streaks of crimson along our faces as we find ourselves stuck outside the ring. And I doubt that either of us would have it any other way.
My heavy tits bounce from the impact of each punch to your forehead, grunting with the effort until the third one sends you onto your back and me pitching forward on my hands and knees to catch my balance before I face-plant into the thin padding over the concrete floor. I can only hope that you are as near on empty as I am when it comes to energy levels, as I look over at your laid-out body. Despite everything that's been done to it so far, I can't stop my body from tingling as I lick my lips absently at the view. But I shake my head, trying to get the distracting thoughts to go away.
I need to recover, but need to prevent you from doing that at the same time or nothing really changes. So with heavy movements, I crawl over to take a seat behind your head. Breathing heavily as I reach over, a double handful of sweaty blonde mane pulling you into a sitting position as I scoot forward at the same time so that your broad back is against my chest and my nipples stab into your shoulder blades, as well as letting you feel my bush scrape against your bare ass. Still tugging on your hair, I bend your neck back and down, looking to pull your neck down to a position where I can let go of your hair and hook my left arm over your throat to start squeezing in a Dragon Sleeper. At the same time, my thighs close around your waist to apply a scissors that doesn't have the full strength to it but should hopefully still be enough to keep the youngster from escaping too easily.
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I lay flat on my back, the thin mats doing to little to cushion my body from the hard, dirty, concrete floor below it. My left leg slowly kicks up, then drops heavily back to the ground, my thick thigh lightly jiggling from the movement. My eye lids blink heavily, trying to keep the sweat and blood out of my eyes while trying to catch my elusive breath.
My breathing starts to come in regular gasps now and I think I might be getting a break from the crafty Cougar's onslaught...but it's not meant to be. My scalp lights up and I feel my sweat and blood slicked mane being used as I handle as you drag me up and over your thighs, putting me on your left side and wrapping that arm around my throat. You lock on the dreaded Dragon Sleeper....the irony of using one of my own holds against me isn't lost, trust me...... and I immediately start feeling the effects.
You arch my body over you, my left arm out and limp at my side, my right hand weakly grabbing and pawing at your arms around my throat. I blink fatigue from my eyes as you bend me, giving me an upside down view of the perverts behind us. As if things weren't bad enough, you move and shift under me whole those thick thighs of your coil around my waist and start to squeeze. I groan loudly, your shaved snatch against the small of my back, your firm breasts on my shoulder blades while you arch me back in a most unnatural way.
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I have just been in awe of both women tonight. Sure it seemed like one of those foxy matches from the description, but it is so much more than that. Both women have shown some resilience and heart, taking brutal move after brutal move and still coming back for more.
Unfortunately it seems much of the crowd here does not appreciate solid skill and is only here for the naked women. What they are missing is a real visceral battle between a veteran gearing up one more time to hold back the intense and vigorous challenge of a newcomer looking to assert her place on top.
It feels both familiar to me and foreign as the element of nudity brings with it another layer of intimacy and violence. The women are stripped down, vulnerable. And as a result, much more combative.
And now, as Jessi takes back some control, she shows how intelligent a fighter she is. Will this hold won her the match outright? No, not outside the ring. But it will allow her to gather herself while keeping the Doll as weak as a kitten.
That is some sound strategy in the midst of what could be seen as a fetish fight. That?s what makes it all the more intriguing for me.
And so I stare, sure both women are beautiful and trapped in this pose, it feels like the Doll is fully on display. But beyond the obvious eroticism, a deeper battle is being waged. And that is what I am here to see.
Can the Doll fight back from this or is this just the final stages where Jessi takes her apart, piece by piece?
It is going to be fun to find out. And I have a silly grin on my face that probably makes it look like I am interested in other things. But in the audience without my mask I am just an anonymous person in the crowd, able to watch and enjoy this fight in anonymity while these two true hellcats put on an amazing show.
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Finally got caught up on this one and oh man what a hot fight! Incredible job. Jesse has her!!!
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Finally got caught up on this one and oh man what a hot fight! Incredible job. Jesse has her!!!
Shut up, Doug!!!!
(Thank you for the kind words :) )
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Awwww poor little Dolly getting her pretty lil ass kicked? Now isn?t that a great view?! ;)
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Awwww poor little Dolly getting her pretty lil ass kicked? Now isn?t that a great view?! ;)
I'll be giving you a 'great view' soon enough, Elsa :P
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Awwww poor little Dolly getting her pretty lil ass kicked? Now isn?t that a great view?! ;)
I'll be giving you a 'great view' soon enough, Elsa :P
I think she's getting a great view already, like the rest of them in the front row right now. :P
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The Dragon Sleeper is one of those holds that everyone wants to try at least once, but most go for it too soon. While it's true that it does put your opponent in a much more uncomfortable position than a standard sleeper, it also gives them more of an escape route if they're not completely worn down, because an elbow to the gut will usually persuade anyway to back off. Fortunately for me, it seems you are still feeling the effect of my knuckles against your sopping wet folds that I can clinch the hold in tight enough to start having an effect. Coupled that with timing the squeezes of my thighs with when you exhale, and the body scissors becomes much like a python around its latest meal, squeezing down as your lungs shrink, and applying pressure to keep you from taking in a full breath until the next compression.
"Yeah, that's it Doll. Just take ya a nice, long nap. Momma Cougar's gonna take good care of ya after the sandman comes a-knockin' so you just rest those pretty eyes of yours." I coo softly, letting my hand roam along your chest as it glides down to palm your firm young globe. Squeezing your tit enough to leave little red marks, before pinching and tugging on your nipple to distort the shape of your breast until it flops back against your chest.
But then my fingers glide down lower, tracing along your abs and down to your navel with soft touches as I scrunch us up enough that I can keep the sleeper on as my fingertips brush against your clit to add another layer of sensations for your oxygen-hungry brain to process as my middle finger pushes past your lips and worms inside your pussy to keep the pressure on you.
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*cringes as I watch my friend suffer yet again* "Come on Doll get back in this!!"
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The fact that the Cougar choose this very moment to lock on the Dragon Sleeper should tell anyone in the know one thing.
She knows her shit.
The Dragon isn't something you try to nail right out of the gate. It's something you just have to -know- when to lock on. Pick the wrong time and you pay for it. Do it right and, well, you have the situation I'm in right now. It's not only a punishing hold for the one trapped, but it's also a rest hold (besides squeezing) for the 'trap-ee'.
Oh, and something else, she's strong as fuck. I'll give that one out for free in case you haven't figured it out yet.
I find myself not only loopy and on "dream street" after the repeated blows to the head, but locked into a Dragon Sleeper / body scissor combo. Being worked on two fronts, blood lightly dripping down my face, mixing with my sweat, while it falls ro the floor through my hair. I'm forced to look at an upside down crowd while you crush my rib cage with those thick, pulsing, thighs. I moan loudly, blinking sweat and blood from my eyes while my left arm hangs limply, resting on the old canvas, while my right hand waves slowly in the air. My legs spread wide, giving the front row crowd and nice "floor show" of my California 'peach'.
From far away...or is it closer than that?...I hear your voice drift down like the end of a dream you just can't hold onto....
"Yeah, that's it Doll. Just take ya a nice, long nap. Momma Cougar's gonna take good care of ya after the sandman comes a-knockin' so you just rest those pretty eyes of yours."
That's, actually, a really good idea. If I just close my eyes, the pain will go away...I just know it. I then shake my head...or, at least, try to as it's still in your grip...before taking in a deep breath and blowing it past strings of my sweaty hair. "Nuuh....no.." I groan loudly while my right leg slowly kicks up and drops flat to the canvas. like a spider, I feel your fingers glide down my sweat slicked tummy, the starting of a four pack evidence of my increased gym time, and over my fully engorged clit. Your palm rolls over it as you easily slide your fingers into my folds.
"Ohhhhhgoddd!' I moan even louder, my body bucking involuntarily from the new stimuli while your cornfed arm continues to bulge around my head and your thick thighs remain coiled around my waist. I sputter while trying to catch my breath, my eye lids going heavy as waves of pleasure begin to wash over me.
If the Cougar's putting me away....what a way to go!
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*cringes as I watch my friend getting her ass kick again....at least she will be out of pain soon* I think to myself
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The vivacious ever so tough 'Doll' is getting absolutely eaten alive. Hmmm almost makes me taste the blood and want some of her for myself. :)
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My body tingles each time you groan and grunt while trapped in my grip. Gritting my teeth as I flex my bicep at the same time my thighs pulse another constricting crunch around your waist, muscles bulging slightly as my strength works to batter your resistance down little by little, as my fingers continue to pump inside that sopping wet pussy of yours to weaken you in a different way. I can't see my handiwork, thanks to a combination of a firm pair of golden tan tits and my own thighs blocking my view, but I can feel each little shudder your body makes as my fingertips brush another sensitive nerve bundle inside your mound and my palm rolls your clit back and forth over and over.
But as enjoyable as it might be to keep us out here, I know I can't win the match without getting us both into the ring again. And while I could knock you out and then do just that, I want you to have at a little consciousness left so you can be aware of what's happening around you. And so with one last pump of my wrist to push my finger as deeply inside you as possible, I draw my hand away from your smoothly shaved snatch and uncoil my thighs from your waist. Giving the cheering crowd a show as I slowly suck your nectar from my middle finger before letting go of the sleeper hold and allowing your body to flop down beside of me. Rolling the opposite direction, I get up onto my hands and knees and then upright to walk back over to your oxygen-deprived body.
Taking a double handful of sweaty and blood-streaked hair, I "help" you back up to your feet roughly. "Come on Doll, one last trip for ya before it's time to turn off the lights in that pretty head of yours." Walking us back to the side of the ring, my right hand falls out of your mane to cup one tight ass cheek, grunting with the effort as I toss you unceremoniously onto the ring apron and then give a shove to roll you the rest of the way into the ring before pulling myself up to slide between the ropes as well to put my plan into its final stages.
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Still blinking blood and sweat from my eyes as I'm forced to look at an audience that's standing on the ceiling....or, at least, that's how I'm forced to see it...my left hand weakly grabs at that firm and hard, flexed left bicep as it constricts tighter. My body lightly bucking as your fingers work my soaked folds, your palm banging my clit and sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, alternating between the pain forced by those thighs constricting around my waist.
I let out a loud moan as you give me another, hard, pump before taking your fingers from me with a loud "SCHLORP!" I roll to my left as you release the Dragon, my hands instantly sliding down my sweat slicked frame and between my legs.
"Ooooohshittttt..."
The sides of my boots lightly kicking the old mat while I shiver and twitch on the mats. Suddenly my cocoon of pleasure is torn apart as pain lights up my scalp. "Awwwwww!' I moan, my hands slowly coming up and and grabbing at your wrists, my thick thighs flexing as my legs work, my clenching ass slick with sweat and taking some hard slaps from overzealous pervs before security repays the favor to their skulls. I don't care, though, I'm struggling to catch my breath and over half my body is throbbing from pain...the other half from pleasure. I can barely tell up from down, which is good as you hoist me up to the apron with that farm-bred strength of yours. I slowly roll under the ropes, blinking up at the hot ring lights, my arms and legs spread wide while the crowd continues the time honored Dahl House tradition of backing whoever is winning at the moment.
And, sadly, that ain't me.
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I give a wink at the security guards as they show they're professionalism at keeping order even as two naked women batter each other bloody in front of them. Takes a cool customer to have that kind of job dedication. But that's pushed to the back of my mind as I grunt and shove you into the ring before joining you back between the ropes.
Standing nearby, hands on my hips as I stand above you taking deep breaths as the ring makes my sweat-slicked skin shine so much it's like I was auditioning to be a vampire in Twilight. I lick my lips as my eyes roam unabashed from the crown of your head to the toes of your golden boots and feeling a hungry desire that even a forced orgasm in the ring has done nothing to diminish, as I get ready to hopefully put the youngster away in a manner that this crowd won't forget anytime soon.
Walking over to stand beside of your head, ass cheeks dimpling with each step I take as I reach down to once more take a double handful of sweaty, blood-streaked mane of the Doll to pull you off the canvas and eventually up to your feet. My right hand slides along your belly to dip between your thighs so that my hand can cup one of your tight ass cheeks as my forearm presses against your soaked pussy. Another groan and a twinge of protest from my back as I heft you up, tired arms making it a sloppy transition from the bodyslam position into an inverted position with your face nearly pressed against the trimmed bush of my snatch as your tits are pressed into my abs as my own stabs against your tummy with my rock-hard nipples as my arms wrap around your waist in a piledriver position.
But I don't drop you onto your pretty head just yet. While you're in this position, your sopping wet mound is in my face and just aching for some attention. Leaning my head forward slightly, the tip of my tongue extending out to flick against your exposed clit to box the little bundle of nerves like a boxer having her opponent on the ropes. There are several tongue lashings to make certain you are "primed" before I tilt your body slightly to allow my mouth to seal over your pussy as my tongue slips past your lips and laps up your nectar.
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My scalp lights up again. I should be used to the hair pulling by now, but my roots protests each time you use my sweat laden, blood streaked hair to 'help' bring me up to my feet. I loosely grip your wrists with fingers that are still slick with your juices, my sweat and blood. I'm blinking heavy and I know what that means.
The needle is on "E".
I'm out of gas.
Ring Teen Magazine once called me The Golden Dynamo...a name I've since borrowed...but you've managed to drain me of not only my energy, but my will. Always a step ahead, were it not for my years of training, I wouldn't have managed to last even this long against one of the premier veterans in the sport of erotic wrestling.
I stumble back up to my feet like a new born calf. My legs weak and rubbery, the toll of not only the forced orgasm, shots to the head and just general punishment to my golden curves, but the work you just did between my legs to my still throbbing pussy. I groan..."Noo....gawd....no..." as you easily hoist me up and the ring spins again until I'm getting another upside view of the raucous and rowdy crowd. My arms, instinctively, wrap around your waist as I hold on for dear life. My blood streaked and sweat soaked hair falls towards the stained canvas while I get a faceful of musky, Cougar pussy from the angle. My thick legs spread and fold over, my upper thighs resting on your shoulders as my toes point. I shiver as not only the blood rushes to my head and out of the gash on my forehead, but your tongue starts going to work on my buzzing, freshly waxed peach.
That tongue penetrates my folds and my legs quickly stiffen and flex, my nipples still hard even as my tits remain flattened against your lower stomach.
A loud, lusty "AAaauuuughhhhhhhh...." manages to push past my lips and raise above the din of the crowd.
I know what's coming next and, if you don't hurry, I may just again.
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It's less of a strain than I expected, the rest while you were suffering in the Dragon Sleeper outside the ring helping my stamina recover so that holding your body inverted isn't completely energy-draining at this point. Your arms around my waist brought a moment of concern, wondering if you had some reserves left and could try to break my balance somehow. But it seems that it's just a reflex action on your part as my tongue goes to work. It's the first time something other than our fingers have been used on the other's over-stimulated pussies, and I intend to make it memorable.
Turning in place near the center of the ring, making certain everyone in the rowdy crowd can get a good view from all angels. My body glistens and shines with sweat as does the crimson streak flowing from my forehead and down to a cheek. My own mound is soaked as the short, coarse hairs brush against your face as I flex my arms around your toned waist to hug you in more closely to my body. Coral-pink nipples throbbing with each quickened pulse as the cameras capture the sight of the local champion caught in the veteran's grip after a hard and exhaustive battle from both of us. There's no way I'd admit it in public, but I have been completely impressed with the skill of the youngster and had to dig deep into my bag of tricks and experience to turn it around at certain spots. I'm sure when (and I've no doubt that it's a matter of "when" instead of "if") we meet again, I'll have to make certain to be more prepared than ever.
The whole time we turn in place, leather soles of my boots shuffling over the worn canvas, my tongue has been working to keep your juices flowing. I can feel your body's changes as that release gets closer and closer, and my tongue stabs faster and deeper into your folds to push you to the breaking point. Because as soon as your orgasm starts, that is when I'm going to drop that pretty little head of yours straight through the mats.
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LOVE this ! LOVE this !
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The roar of the sea of perverts and degenerates still can't drown out the sounds of the blood rushing to my head as well as my lusty moans as the Cougar continues working on me. My arms flex around your waist and my firm, golden orbs compress against your flat tummy while yours do the same to me. Inhaling your musky scent as my nose nestles into your crotch, I groan louder while your tongue penetrates my folds, bringing my body to the brink of more than just my pain threshold.
I feel you slowly turning us, giving the entire crowd a good look at my golden curves....held up by the powerful veteran and put on display, the hot lights above gleaming off my bronzed skin as if we had been in the oil pit instead of the erotic ring. My round ass lightly jiggles as you slowly spin, my legs flexed, but spread wide now on your shoulders. Maybe something instinctual? Maybe my body knows that I'm done and wanting to get whatever pleasure it can before more pain arrives, knowing better than my mind what is on the way? Either way, I start to tense up, my sweaty strands of blonde hair hanging towards the old, stained, canvas. Streaks of red mingle with the blonde, cascading down the front of your thick legs and to the canvas below.
Another loud, lusty groan is ripped from my lips as your tongue keeps darting in and out of my folds, my body jerking now, starting to convulse and I can feel my toes start to curl deep in my golden boots. Oh God, no. Not another one. Fuck! I can't....but I do. My legs flex and stiff, spreading wider before golden curves jerk and spasm....i'm cumming again....
...just as I get that sinking feeling as we drop.
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This really wasn't what I was expecting to see when I heard about this match. I couldn't resist an opportunity to see the California Doll in her own element. If this is the environment she trained in, no wonder she gave me such a great fight. These fans are bloodthirsty and lusty and it's all on display here.
But...
The moves and countermoves, even dressed in eroticism are still amazing.
And it looks like experience is gonna win out again this time.
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It's a little tricky to hear the cheering crowd, and some of their more fanciful suggestions, when you have a pair of toned golden thighs blocking your ears. But no matter how muffled they may sound, just gazing out over the audience removes any doubt as to what their mood is. They came here to see an erotic bout and they certainly got their money's worth, along with a level of brutality they may not have expected mingled in. I don't think either of us expected the action to go as hard as it did when we arrived here tonight, but at least speaking for myself I wouldn't change a thing about it.
You're lustful groan brings my musing to an end I feel your body starting to shudder and the signs of an approaching orgasm become more frequent. I grin, though it's hard to see with my lips sealed onto your soaked peach and my tongue lapping up your nectar with a hungry growl of my own. It is tempting to hold you up until the orgasm finishes, but that wouldn't have quite the same impact..in both ways. So once your pussy begins to gush, I grunt as my thighs flex and my toes push upwards to give myself a small hop for added impact as I drop down with a ring-shaking impact that drives the top of your head into the worn canvas.
Holding you up right for a few seconds after impact, before letting my arms relax to allow you to fall prone to the canvas on your back. With you out, the match is technically over but I have a better way to finish the action in mind. Rolling onto my hands and knees, I slide my body over your's, facing towards your golden boots as I take your arms and cross them over your own chest to pin you down as a formality. But I make certain to position myself so that my tingling, soaked mound is positioned to grind across your face while going for a humiliating pinfall position.
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It had to be one of -the- oddest feelings I've ever had in my wrestling career. I mean, never mind that I was being held....upside down, no less...by a woman who was old enough to be my mom (not that looking at her would indicate that, at all), nor the fact that said woman's tongue was lapping at my pussy like a thirsty man at an oasis, it was the sudden mix of pain AND pleasure that was so strange. Dropped right on my head while my body was in the throes of passion ranks up there with....well, I don't know what, actually.
Probably a good thing that the sea of pervs and degenerates couldn't see my face anyway. I can just imagine the way it was contorting from the sensation of your skilled tongue going to work on my juicy peach with greedy gusto. No, my face was planted right into your shaved folds, the musky-sweet smell filling my nostrils with a sense of euphoria that almost made the upcoming trip worth it.
Almost.
With my nose nestled into your nethers, I groan loudly between your legs. My golden C cups flat against your chest, the rock hard nipples pressed into your sweaty flesh while my legs rested on your broad shoulders. That tongue of yours, working harder than the Energizer Bunny and coaxing....no, DEMANDING....another orgasm from my folds and getting it just as stars explode in my field of vision and not from ecstasy, but from pain. My skull feels like it was cracked like a melon and I black out. Never knowing, until I later watched the horrific tape, that my body stiffened before going totally limp while in your grip. You finally release me and I drop flat to my back with my arms and legs spread wide. My firm tits heaving while my autonomic systems take over, forcing my body to breathe when the rest of it has no clue as to even what planet it's on.
Lying in a pool of my own sweat as well as other mystery stains, my eye slowly flutter before closing again. I get the vague sensation of someone hovering over me as my arms cross, seemingly, of their own accord.
Again, that musky scent fills my nostrils while I wonder what time the next train is coming into the station and think that I should stay out of the way of this one....
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I catch my breath as I hold you vertical, like a busty flagpole that got planted into the ground after the impact from the piledriver short-circuits your senses. Going back and watching the video, I love the look on your face that the camera just barely manages to catch that shows the moment the feeling of pleasure is replaced with pain and how it makes your face so adorably confused before you slip into unconsciousness.
I could have gone for any number of different pins, but I like the idea of a reverse facesit of sorts. After all, it's hard to find a much more dominate move in women's wrestling than planting your bare crotch squarely on the face of your opponent. And if it also happens to include the opportunity to use said face as a means of getting myself off, well who could resist passing up that golden chance.
The pervs in the audience are well-trained in some regards, knowing their duty in situations like this. With very little prompting, they start a counting chant. Of course, they take their time doing it and who could blame them for wanting to drag out the sight of my body above yours, heavy cups swaying until the rock hard nipples are barely above your toned abs? Bloody and sweat-streaked hair falling over my shoulders and resting on yours as my eyes glide partially closed each time my hips grind and twist against your face. Though I'm careful not to push myself too far because I want to save the real celebration for the backstage area where I'll be making much better use of my victory prize than what these degenerates deserve to see. That's the sort of private fun only two girls that had just tried to beat the hell out of each other gets to experience.
When the count reaches 10, and who knew they could count that high without having to use their fingers, the automatic bell fills the club with its signal that the match is over. With one last thrust of my hips, my near-gushing pussy leaves one last coating of my juices on your face as I make certain to angle my hips to allow my trimmed bush to scrape along your forehead before pushing myself upright again. My right boot rests on the club champion's chest in between your firm young orbs as I flex my arms in a victory pose. And then it's out of the ring and towards the back to shower and pop enough aspirin to by stock in the company.
*****
And with that, we come to the finale of this little sexy adventure. I want to say thank you to everyone that has read through this and hoped that you all enjoyed the action. And of course a special shout-out to The Doll for being such a fantastic partner in writing this masterpiece with me. It has been so much fun I can't wait to do it again sometime.
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Thank you, Jessie! You're the best and thanks for putting on such a great show!
As usual, thanks to all who followed along, commented and enjoyed. It really means a lot to me
Anytime you want a rematch, Cougar. It's yours! ;)
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Great match, both of you did an awesome job in this one. Can't wait to see the rematch.
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