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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Wrestling => Topic started by: southwrestler09 on December 14, 2020, 04:28:33 PM
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A new story from me that has been brewing for some time. I wasn't sure which story board this fit into but ultimately landed here as it has MORE elements of wrestling than sex fighting, but if the moderators disagree with me, I accept their judgement. Anyway, I hope everyone has enjoyed my more active contributions, and I hope you all enjoy this new story. Cheers!
ONE NIGHT IN KENTUCKY
Lacey pulled out her phone and checked the time quickly before unlocking the screen. It was 10 pm. She was right on time, she realized, relieved after such a long drive. She threw her car into park and looked up at the façade of the hotel. This was definitely the right place. Ramada Suites, Lexington Kentucky. She opened her text messaging app and typed out a hasty message as she got out of the car.
“Hey! I made it. Heading inside now.” she thumbed out on her phone’s keyboard before hitting send. The reply came almost instantly. “Great! I’m in room 314. See you in a bit!” Lacey read this and placed her phone back into her bag as she walked into the hotel lobby. She took the elevator up to the third floor and took a deep breath of both anticipation and nerves. “He’d better fucking love me for this.” She said in an undertone to herself as the metal doors came open and she stepped out onto the floor. She had visited her boyfriend Blake earlier that day, but excused herself for the night much to his chagrin, with excuses of homework and things that needed to be done in her apartment. Once she was gone however, she had headed here. Three hours away from home, where she had arranged to meet someone she had never before met in person. She found 314 at the end of the hallway and knocked on the door.
The girl who answered was exactly who she was expecting. A slender, smaller chested girl about her own age of 22. The girl had short, jet black hair and had cream colored skin. She was wearing a pair of dark grey sweat pants and a black tank top with the words “My Chemical Romance” printed onto it. “Lacey?” She asked kindly as she beamed at her, letting her into the room.
“That’s me.” Lacey smiled back. “Layla?” She asked. “The one and only!” said Layla. At once, Lacey noticed the room was already carefully arranged. The middle of the room was bare of furniture, as everything movable save for the couch on one side of the room had been carefully arranged into the corners or the short hallway, well out of the way. In the far corner of the room, a very nice looking camera had been placed on a tripod, extended all the way up and angled slightly downward looking onto the room. Layla gave Lacey another smile and said after a moment,
“I’ve already gotten the place ready, but I thought we’d have a drink or two first if you want.” She said, going to the counter by the restroom and producing a large bottle of Patron Tequila. Lacey nodded eagerly and plopped herself down on the couch where Layla joined her; both the liquor bottle and two shot glasses in her hands. She eagerly poured a shot for the both of them and handed one to Lacey. “Cheers!” Lacey said and they threw the shots back at once, shuddering once before Layla held the bottle up to offer a second. They each had one and took deep breaths, the liquor already bracing and relaxing them a bit. After a second or two, Layla spoke. “So, how are you feeling?” Layla asked with a smile. “Still up for this?” Lacey nodded and gave a reassuring smile back to her new friend. “Absolutely. I mean, I know Blake will love it. And honestly, it sounds kind of fun!” She said and looked at Layla. “You ever done anything like this before?” Layla chuckled. “Like this? No never. I mean...A little bit with some friends when I was a kid back on the family farm, but that was just goofing off. You know. Kid stuff.” She said dismissively. Both girls looked around the room a bit, then at each other.
“What about you?” Layla asked. “Oh me? No never at all!” She laughed. Layla noticed the slight nerves in her voice. “Hey, it’s gonna be fun! And our boys are going to eat. It. Up!” She said and put her hand reassuringly on Lacey’s thigh before reaching for the liquor bottle again. “You want?” She asked and Lacey eagerly nodded. They downed another shot of tequila a piece and Layla set it firmly aside. “That’s probably enough of that for now. Don’t wanna be plastered for this after all.” She said. Lacey grinned back, finally feeling the alcohol’s effects washing away her trepidation.
“Well, you ready to get started?” Layla asked, her whole body tensed with the excitement of the moment. “Hell yes!” Lacey said and stood up now. Layla followed suit, and pointed to the restroom. You can change in there. I’ll get ready here and we’ll get to it when we’re done!” Lacey obeyed, walking to the bathroom, bag in tow. She stripped off her outer clothing which had been a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt, then pulled out her clothing for tonight. Her pink satin bikini cut panties and matching push up bra. A simple outfit, but one the Blake absolutely adored. She grabbed the pair of thigh high socks, white with two pink horizontal stripes at the top that matched the ensemble so well. Another favorite of Blake’s, and apparently, of Drew’s. Layla’s boyfriend, Lacey remembered. She looked herself over before tying her shoulder length hair back into a tight ponytail. She was ready.
This had been a chance meeting, but one that both girls really loved the idea of. Blake had recently confided in Lacey of his particular interest in women’s wrestling and fighting. She had balked at the idea at first, but she really did love the guy, and so she dove online to find out more about it. And the fact was, the more she watched and read, the more she came to love the idea. She imagined herself victorious over another woman while he cheered her on. Imagined being completely beaten and held down while he looked on. Yes, the more she fell into the rabbit hole, the more she was willing to indulge his idea. She had not told him as much though. Not yet.
Enter Layla. A girl from south of them who she had met in one of the online forums she had joined. Layla was a college student like herself, and had also recently discovered her own boyfriend’s fascination with the idea. One thing had led to another, then another, and then here. Where they had agreed to meet up and indulge their boys’ little fantasies and film it as a surprise for them both. They had traded ideas, pictures, chatted, and generally became great long distance friends whether that had been the intention or not. And here they were.
“You ready?” Lacey called out from the bathroom. She heard Layla’s affirmative answer through the door and stepped out. Her breath caught a bit as she took in the other girl. She stood in the center of the room wearing a black push up bra, a pair of black boyshort panties with a printed ‘cute’ skull and crossbones design, the design wearing a pink bow on its head. Her own legs were adorned with black thigh highs, with pink horizontal stripes at the top, identical to Lacey’s except in color. They had traded pictures of each other’s outfits of course, but seeing them in person was another thing entirely. They both smiled and bit their bottom lips as they drank each other in. Lacey couldn’t help it. This punk rock southern girl in front of her was HOT. She walked to the open area across from Layla and looked her up and down.
“Not BAD princess.” Layla said, clearly impressed as she looked Lacey over as well. “Thanks!” Lacey grinned. “Pretty nice yourself.” Layla winked then and indicated the camera. “Okay, so that lens covers the whole room. Here, the bed, the walls...As long as we don’t get right under it, we’re good.” She said. “Not a problem, I think. You wanna go over the rules one more time before I turn it on?” She asked and Lacey thought a second, though she knew it all by heart. They had been planning this for weeks after all. “Let’s see...best two out of three submission wrestling...slaps and hair pulling are okay...sound right?” She said, and Layla nodded and grinned. “How about the stakes? Still good with that?” She added. Lacey looked over at her bag, then at Layla’s and smiled. “Hell yes!” She said with no hesitation.
Layla nodded, then went to her bag, pulling out a small remote. She pointed it at the camera and hit a button. There was a small beeping sound, and a red light came on just below the lens. “Alright! We’re recording!” She said and tossed the remote aside. “You ready girl?” She bent her knees, putting her hands up. A perfect wrestler’s stance. Lacey mimicked her and smirked. “Ready to kick your ass!” She answered. They began to circle one another, counter clockwise around the room. Layla feinted a lunge, and Lacey twitched in anticipation. “Heh. Gotcha.” Layla taunted. Lacey chuckled and inwardly cursed herself for falling for such a tactic.
The second lunge however was not a feint as Layla surged forward and wrapped her arms around Lacey’s forward leg, driving her shoulder into the brunette girl’s stomach and lifting the leg, taking her smoothy but solidly down to the floor onto her back. Lacey felt the air rush from her a bit as she let out an “Oof!” from the impact. She reacted quickly, trying to roll Layla off of her but had no such luck as Layla expertly laid her body down over her own, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the floor. She grinned down at Lacey as she pressed her weight down, their breasts squeezing together. Layla grapevined her legs in with Lacey’s and began to separate them. This was not a painful tactic against Lacey. She had been a cheerleader for years in high school, and her flexibility was well above average. However, she did find herself immobilized. She grunted and squirmed, twisting her body under Layla’s and trying to get free.
“Aw come on princess, you act like you ain’t ever rassled before in your life!” Layla teased, her southern accent coming out more than it had before. Lacey growled in frustration just a bit as she writhed and twisted her body. Finally, however, she got lucky. She managed to slip her hands away from Layla’s grip and swiftly moved them up to her opponent’s hair. She heard Layla yelp as she twisted and bucked her hips, the faint hiss of their socks and their sexy outfits scraping together in her ears as she rolled and found herself straddling Layla’s waist. It was a short lived victory however as Layla swung her legs up, latching them around Lacey’s arms as she sat straight up, and swung them down, sending her crashing to the floor. They both rolled away a moment before pouncing at each other from all fours. They crashed together and found themselves in a collar and elbow tie up on their knees. Pressing their foreheads together, they pushed and strained against each other. Both of them smirking and their eyes shining with excitement. They were having a blast! The sound of their grunting filled the room as they pushed back and forth against each other, neither able to gain an upper hand for too long. Just when one of them was almost upended, they would push back with renewed vigor and even the playing field again.
Layla then pushed in again, bringing their bodies closer together, placing her head near Lacey’s ear. “Hey...” She whispered between all of the bodily straining. “Don’t be afraid to shit talk me a little. Call me names. They’ll LOVE IT.” She said with a mischievous tone, so quietly that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. Lacey nodded imperceptibly at the comment and they again began to strain against each other. The grapple soon turned into a sloppy bearhug against each other as they slipped into an embrace, both squeezing and straining, their small and firm breasts packed tightly together. They stopped trying to take each other to the floor for the moment, instead squeezing each other’s ribs tightly, both gritting their teeth against the discomfort and the effort this was taking. They looked into each other’s eyes, squeezing their foreheads together tightly, a look of pure challenge on their faces.
“Hard...to breathe yet you hick bitch?” Lacey asked, partly taking Layla’s advice and partly just because she was getting into this contest more and more now. She pushed her forehead into Layla’s and smirked an evil smirk. “Against a...nasty little...cheerleader skank like you? Not a chance.” Layla responded, pressing her forehead back in defiance. This embrace lasted a moment longer before Lacey and Layla’s knees tripped over each other and they tumbled to the floor on their sides. Still holding on, but the bearhug got significantly looser as they hit the floor. They began to roll with each other. It was a chaotic tumble of limbs as they both struggled for the top position back and forth on the carpeted floor. Both had their turn on top, but soon found their efforts thwarted as the other girl would swing the tumbling in their favor.
Lacey soon found herself under Layla again as they rolled into the side of the couch against the wall. Layla planted her knees on either side of Lacey’s waist and chuckled. “Nowhere to go huh princess?” She said and delivered the first slap of the match right to Lacey’s right breast. Lacey hissed and looked up at her opponent defiantly. Only when she looked, Layla was inching forward on her body. She remembered for a brief moment one of the exchanges they had shared when preparing for this meeting:
“What are some things you wanna do?” Lacey had typed that night.
“Well, I plan on getting you down and then smothering you in my crotch for a while. I remember finding a video like that on my boyfriend’s browser history. Plus...it looks pretty fun for the girl on top. ????" Layla had replied.
“Bring it on sweetie. ????" Lacey had sent to close out that conversation.
And now, here it was. Layla planted her knees onto Lacey’s shoulders and grabbed her hair. “Hope you like it down there.” She said as she pulled Lacey’s face up and into the middle of her thighs. Lacey found herself cursing that damned adorable skull and crossbones design. She swore it was laughing at her as she had her vision go dark. She couldn’t get a breath. Not one that helped anyway, and even the little air she could breathe smelled of Layla’s crotch. Not unpleasant...but a reminder that the other girl had her where she wanted her. Where she had said she would get her all along. She was aware that the camera was facing Layla’s back, and therefore, what was happening was slightly hidden from view. But she knew the video would show her struggling, arching back and her kicking feet, toes curling inside their socks in frustration...all in full display. She let out muffled whimpers as Layla closed her thighs over her ears. She moaned and thrashed, refusing to succumb to this. Not so early. She vaguely heard Layla chuckle to herself as she pulled Lacey further into her covered mound. Layla’s panties were soaked. But...she had to admit...so were hers. She loved this. But she also wanted to win. She did not want her surprise debut into wrestling with other women for Blake’s entertainment to be a loss.
Was it even for his entertainment anymore?
She slapped at Layla’s thighs and what parts of her body she could reach, and heard Layla gasp with the sharp impacts as she held on tight. The bitch was just not going to let go. “You can tap out now Lacey.” She heard her opponent’s voice, muffled through the flesh earmuffs she now wore. “It’s okay. You’ll get me next time.” She laughed.
Oh. This. Bitch. She thought she had this whole match wrapped up in a neat little bow. Well Lacey wouldn’t have that. She desperately thought of her options as she felt her struggling weaken. She felt a tingling in her fingers and toes. Oh god no. She couldn’t pass out right now. She did the only thing that she could think of. She pressed her face even further into her opponent's crotch and rubbed her head up and down, adding a small bite at the waistline of Layla’s boy shorts, snapping the waistband by a fraction of an inch with what little movement she had available to her. She felt Layla shudder, her laugh turning into a moan. She felt air rush in and she managed to gulp in a lung full as Layla backed off just a bit. She knew this would not show up on camera, but it might help her win the wrestling match.
As Layla backed off, Lacey threw her legs up the same way Layla had before and pulled her to the ground on her back. She pounced and grapevined her legs with Layla’s, wrapping her arms around her head and pulling her into her chest. A move she had learned from one of Blake’s videos. A firm and well executed breast smother. Layla had quite as much endurance as Lacey, but had expended a lot of effort keeping her planted in her crotch earlier. She bucked, thrashed slapped and moaned but to no avail.
“Come on country bitch...time to tap.” Lacey grinned as she pulled her in harder, feeling the desperate attempts at breathing coming from her opponent. The camera was watching all of this move. Lacey grinned at the thought even more widely. “Come on...you know you want to.” She said as Layla’s socked feet struggled to find a way to kick out of this. “Be a good girl and tap out.”
It was almost a full minute. As Layla’s movements slowed and her struggles weakened, she finally, mercifully whined out something into Lacey’s breasts. “What was that?” Lacey asked. Again it came, in a more desperate tone. “Again?” She asked. Then Layla whimpered and tapped three times on Lacey’s side. She let her fingers drift up and down the place where she had tapped however, and Lacey did not let that go unnoticed. She let go however, rolling off of her new friend and opponent.
“One-Love to me.” She grinned and looked at Layla where she lay beside her. “Got...lucky. That’s...all” Layla responded but she smiled at Lacey all the same. “Won’t happen again.” She said and winked. “We’ll see.” Lacey smiled and helped Layla to her feet. They took a moment to drink some water and take a break to let their muscles recover. “You know...I haven’t forgotten what’s at stake here.” Lacey smiled. Layla cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. “Oh really?” She said. Lacey nodded and leaned over Layla, into her ear. Taking a page out of her book, she whispered where the camera could not catch the words.
“And when I win...I’m going to take my time making you scream my name. They’ll call security on us when I’m done fucking you into a sobbing mess.” She said, her bravado increased by her victory. Layla was not cowed however. She shivered and leaned back into Lacey. “Really now? Because I think I have so much waiting for you, you’ll be thanking me for beating your ass in no time.” Their hands explored each other’s sides briefly before Layla spoke again.
“Uh-uh. No. Bad princess. We’ve gotta wrestle first remember?” She said in a sexy and sultry voice. “Come on...let’s get to it.” she finished. upon hearing this, Lacey jumped to her feet and went to the opposite side of the room, stretching her limbs and biting her lip at the punk rock goddess across from her. She wanted it. She wanted HER. But she knew she’d have to earn her.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Layla and Lacey looked at each other, both taking the other in. They stretched and limbered themselves up as the camera looked on. Neither saying a word as they prepare for the next round. “Are you ready?” Lacey asked, her voice trembling slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was her trepidation or her desire that made her voice shake, but it shook all the same. Layla adjusted her black socks and grinned across the room at her. “You sound ready.” She said as she stared Lacey full in the face. Lacey blushed but would not be deterred. She took her stance, perfectly crouched and ready to wrestle just as her exploration into Blake’s twisted little fantasy had taught her. Layla took the same stance and once again, they began to circle. Clockwise this time. Three thoughts flooded Lacey’s mind as they began to probe at each other again, arms and legs lashing out in preliminary attacks against each other.
“Fuck that camera.” She thought as she let her tongue run across her top lip.
“Fuck what Blake thinks.” She’d have him at the end of this escapade no matter what.
And...” Fuck this country bitch.”
She allowed this last thought as she let out a primal yell of defiance and charged the other girl. She found herself yelping however as Layla grappled her and lunged, hip tossing her to the carpet. “Think I didn’t know what I was doing?” Layla taunted as she dipped and placed herself perpendicular to Lacey’s prone body. She immediately delivered a solid slap to Lacey’s face before wrapping her arm around Lacey’s neck and shoving her to the floor. “I used to rassle boys twice your size princess!” She said as she firmly planted her weight on Lacey’s shoulders. “You aint SHIT!” She said and began to again lay her weight down on Lacey’s body, this time focusing on her throat and trying to choke her into submission. It meant nothing. Lacey twisted and again, they fell to tumbling. This time however, it was short lived before the girls collided with a wall and tumbled apart. They stood and began to circle again.
With mutual growls of effort and frustration, they grappled. They pushed and shoved against each other until finally, Layla pushed with both arms, her upper body coiling into the effort and Lacey found herself shoved back into the wall. She grunted as her back collided with the solid surface and Layla’s hands found her scalp. She yelped as she was yanked down to the floor and whimpered as her black haired opponent straddled her back. Lacey felt her hair pulled up as she laid on her stomach and she let out an involuntary moan. She loved it when Blake tore at her hair after all. This moan turned into a whimper however as Layla shoved her face back to the floor, grinding it in for a second. Then she pulled it up again. “Had enough?” Layla asked before shoving Lacey’s face down again. Lacey whimpered and defiantly shook her head. She would not surrender. No.
“How cute” Layla cooed into Lacey’s ear and scooped her right hand under Lacey’s chin. She then groped at her opponent’s legs, kicking though they were, and found purchase on Lacey’s right ankle. The sock on this foot had slid down, now only covering the bottom half of the brunette fighter's leg.. Layla tugged back on this ankle as she pulled back on Lacey’s chin. Lacey let out a groan of pain as she was stretched out. Her experience on the cheer squad had prepared her for being stretched, but having her head and her sock covered foot touch each other was another matter entirely. Layla grinned as she pulled on Lacey’s two extremities and did so with a mirth that Lacey did not find so sportsmanlike.
“You’re pretty flexible Lacey. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m done with you.” Layla quipped as she pulled. Lacey groaned as she realized that the sole of her foot now met the top of her head. Was that HER screaming? It couldn’t be. God no. Was it her begging for the other girl to stop? NO. Was it her own hand slamming against the floor? Was it her who was screaming bloody murder for it to “Stop, Stop, Stop, PLEASE STOP!!!!” It couldn’t be. But she felt the pressure let up none the less. She laid facedown and gulped in the merciful air of release as she heard the girl on top of her swallow air just the same.
“Please...” Lacey asked as she quivered. Layla grinned to herself and looked down at Lacey’s prone body. “Please what?” She asked.
“No cameras for this.” Lacey whimpered and turned her head to look at Layla.
It wasn't over...Not by a long shot. But there was something Lacey needed to get off her chest. As Layla paused the camera, Lacey went for the Patron bottle and looked at Layla. "Not for this part"
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To be honest, I was hoping for a little more feedback, as I usually abandon stories that I'm not sure if my fellow browsers like...But I see some likes rolling in and frankly, I am TOO attached to this story to let it go. Here's the next part and you can all look forward to one more chapter after. Stay tuned though...if this works out, I don't think Lacey and Layla will be strangers. ENJOY!
Layla looked both puzzled and a bit troubled as she stood, paused the camera and sat back down on the couch. “Is everything alright?” She asked as she accepted the shot glass being held out to her. They drank them down, Lacey plopping down beside her and smiling. She nodded. “Oh yeah! This is the most fun I’ve had in a while.” She said then, beaming over at her new friend and rival. “So...why did we pause the video?” Layla asked curiously. “Oh,” Lacey said with a bit of a blush. “I was uh...just hoping maybe you’d like to show me some moves.” She said with a smirk. “After all, you’ve done this at least some before.” She said and looked at Layla, her gaze lingering carefully. She saw Layla smirk and she grabbed the patron bottle once more, pouring a fourth drink for the both of them. Their heads swam but the exertion of the previous two rounds had made the first couple of shots less effective now. They both sighed with the bracing effects of the alcohol and felt their cheeks flush slightly.
“Sure.” Layla said with a smile that, Lacey thought, was a bit TOO knowing. But perhaps it was just the alcohol making her see things differently. “Where do you want to start?” Lacey thought back a bit, remembering again all of the work they had done preparing for this meetup. Another exchange came to mind. A video link coming through on their messages. The link had led to a short clip of two women in a professional wrestling ring, both clad in overly sexualized bikinis. One girl was moaning as her opponent stood on one knee, bending her over the other. The girl’s back arched as she put on a show of how much pain she was supposedly in. As the link had popped up on her incoming messages, Layla had sent “This is gonna be you next week!”
“That over the knee move that you showed me from Drew’s computer. How about that one?” Layla grinned and said “Alright yeah!” She hopped off of the couch and to the center of the floor again, standing on one knee with the other bent, foot planted and making a right angle with the joint as she waved Lacey over. “Come on. Stand right here on your knees.” She indicated the place beside her and Lacey obeyed before she felt Layla gently take her shoulders and plant the small of her back over her knee. “Just grab and use your opponent’s chin to push down.” Lacey groaned as she felt her back stretched. One arm was dangling to the floor and she had the other wrapped around Layla’s waist for balance as she slowly applied the back breaker. “Then...” Layla grinned and placed her other hand right onto Lacey’s crotch, pushing down on both ends to get an even harder strain on her back. Lacey gasped and felt her thighs twitch as Layla’s fingers brushed along the spot where her now even more soaking wet sex began showing itself through the light pink color of her underwear.
Layla looked down at Lacey and grinned. “Enjoying yourself down there?” She asked as she pushed the hold in a bit tighter, increasing the pressure on Lacey’s back, then ran her fingers along the front of her crotch ever so lightly as she pushed down. Lacey let out a short “Ah!” whether from the pain or the pleasure she was not sure. She defiantly looked back up at the girl who had her in such a compromising position. “Don’t act like you aren’t loving this too. I felt you down there.” She chuckled, her breath a bit strained. Layla laughed back, a short sweet sound before gently lowering Lacey to the floor. Both girls looked at each other and breathed heavily as they contemplated. Layla leaned over the pink clad girl’s chest and smiled, their legs gently touching as she laid both hands on either side of her. She smiled.
“What about you? Got any moves you wanna try out before we tear into each other again?” she asked. Lacey sat up, brushing her chest against Layla’s for a brief moment and smirked. “There is one! I think it’s called...a reverse head scissor?” She demurred, trying to sound unsure. Though she knew Layla wasn’t fooled. They had talked and talked and talked about this over the last several weeks. Though she had been a bundle of uncertainty when she arrived here, they both knew neither one of them was as ignorant of the situation as they might seem.
Layla nodded and bit her lip ever so slightly. The alcohol that was now running more freely through their systems lowering all inhibitions between them in a startling but delightful way. The black clad girl slowly laid down on the carpet onto her back and let out the slightest little purring noise as she waved Lacey over. “Come on and try it!” She said, her girlish voice belying the desire underneath ever so slightly. Lacey crawled over to her and turned around, facing the bottom half of Layla’s body. She swung her leg over her friend then and positioned herself carefully. She felt Layla’s fingers gently grab her thighs as they were closed over her head. Layla’s face was pulled up, and she let out a quiet moan as this time, it was her who had her opponent's crotch shoved over her face. Lacey arched her back downward as she felt the other girl’s face there. She felt her breathing quicken a bit as Layla let out little whimpers, vibrating where it lay against her. Layla’s fingers tightened on her legs as her own back arched upward. Was she pulling her in further? She grinned to herself and decided to oblige her new friend. She crossed her socked ankles and lifted her legs up, eliciting a deep guttural moan from the punk girl under her just before the two thick and shapely legs she was facing swung up to engulf her own head. She yelped with surprise as Layla pulled her head into her soaking wet black boy shorts once again, this time clamping over her even more tightly. She took the hint.
She grasped at Layla’s ass, finding it tensed and firm under her fingers as she too pulled the other girl in. They both gave out whimpering moans of frustration and desire as they both rolled to their sides, bodies tangled in this embrace that Lacey knew she had seen a hundred times before online by now. She couldn’t help herself then...as Layla pressed her face into the wet spot on her bikini bottoms, she reached her hand back and gave Layla a firm and ample slap right on that firm little ass she had a hold of. Layla’s muffled cry sounded like anything but an exclamation of pain. She did it again, and Layla let out another little moan as she ran her hand down Layla’s thigh. What was more, they were squeezing more firmly now. Tighter and tighter. Gently reminding each other that while they were having fun now, they were here to wrestle each other.
Maybe, just maybe, it helped the whole thing feel a bit more innocent too. At least...that’s what they told themselves anyway. They grinded away at each other as the seconds wore on, each one groaning, their sexual frustration bleeding out. Layla’s tongue ran over the front of her underwear. Lacey gave the smallest nibble at the quivering mess of wet fabric pressed into her mouth. They continued for a moment longer until Lacey finally shuddered. She felt her breathing quicken again. She was close. Oh god so close. She found herself begging into Layla’s legs for the other girl not to stop. Layla similarly quivered and pleaded as both girls opened themselves up to what was happening. In hindsight, Lacey did not know why she had wanted the camera to be off for this...she knew Blake would practically die of enjoyment if he could see it. He would see the post match ‘punishment’ after all. But she just knew she wanted this to be just her and Layla. She whined again as she got closer. Ever closer. So did Layla. She could feel the hips writhing on her face and in her grasp. She squeezed her legs tighter. Layla answered in kind. And suddenly, just as an orgasm threatened to wash over the both of them...it was over. Both girls tapped their opponent on the leg, right where the rim of their socks came over the knee. They released each other and panted, laying side by side.
“You...dirty little...” Lacey laughed and lay her head back onto the carpet as she felt the quivering in her pussy subside. Layla likewise panted and grinned at the ceiling. “You knew what you were doing when you said you wanted to try that move didn’t you?” She looked at Lacey and they both sat up. A little disheveled, and their faces flushed. “I just thought maybe I would get into it more if you showed me a thing or two that’s all.” She chuckled. “And see, you did! Turns out a reverse head scissor is dangerous. Your opponent can get you just as well as you get them if you’re not careful.” She winked as she leaned up onto her elbows, looking at Layla who now sat up straight.
“Know what I think?” Layla asked. Lacey shook her head and Layla pounced on top of her, pinning her firmly to the floor and leaned in to her ear as the hiss of their hips grinding together somehow filled their ears. Layla nibbled at her opponent’s earlobe and grinned as she pressed down on her, causing Lacey to gasp. “I think....you’re a filthy little liar.” She said and traced her hands over the pink bra that only Blake and herself had ever even touched before now. “I think...I wanna wrestle princess.” she finished and finally, her lips met Lacey’s. They fervently kissed and gripped onto each other for the briefest of moments before Layla leaned up and backed off. She helped Lacey to her feet and stepped right up to her, brushing their bodies together. “You wanna get rough don’t you?” Lacey asked. Layla nodded and backed away to retrieve the remote for the camera once again. “You want it to hurt?” She followed up. Layla again nodded. Lacey loved the look on her face. She was as much a mess as she was. “You want me?” She asked the third question just as Layla hit the record button and tossed the remote aside.
“YES...” Said Layla forcefully.
They crouched low.
“Come fucking get me.” Lacey growled. For the third time tonight, they dove at each other...this time, with everything riding on who gave in to the other first.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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I am enjoying this story. I usually wait till I see exactly where it’s headed before commenting much. I think it’d be awesome if at least one of the boyfriends were present. Kinda a battle for the only male appreciation in the room.
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I am enjoying this story. I usually wait till I see exactly where it’s headed before commenting much. I think it’d be awesome if at least one of the boyfriends were present. Kinda a battle for the only male appreciation in the room.
Glad you like it and don’t you worry. I think the boys will not only approve of their gifts but will want sooo much more!
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I am enjoying this story. I usually wait till I see exactly where it’s headed before commenting much. I think it’d be awesome if at least one of the boyfriends were present. Kinda a battle for the only male appreciation in the room.
Glad you like it and don’t you worry. I think the boys will not only approve of their gifts but will want sooo much more!
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Seeing that the two girls are competitive but friends means they still want to win when it’s just the two of them there. Add one bf and it goes up another notch. Say the bf sees his girl lose then the next fight really goes up a notch. No girl wants to be one up’d in front of her man but it sure is hot to think about.
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Just seen this Caught up to all written so far and am eager for more Excellent stuff
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This story is great! I love the set up and tension between the ladies. I hope we get to here more about Lacey and Layla's antics.
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So, I know I said you had one more chapter to look forward to....but if you notice anything missing at the end, don't worry...I intend to show you all the fun details missing from the story in another chapter. I do intend to continue with the saga of these two characters and their fight loving men, but I have another one shot story I need to work on via special request from my wife. Stay tuned for that one as well. As always, I want all the feedback and suggestions for improving my stories and what YOU would like to read in the future. Enjoy!
The girls crashed together hard, sloppily grabbing at each other’s arms and bodies. They scrambled on their feet together, the room filling with the sounds of their feet scraping on the carpet and their grunts and sighs of effort. Less thought was given to tactic this time as they pulled and strained, trying only to throw the other combatant down to the floor again. They relished the soreness in their muscles and the anticipation in their chests as they grappled so eagerly. With neither girl gaining the upper hand once again, Lacey and then Layla in turn reached with one hand and grasped their opponent’s hair. They pulled at each other’s scalps as well as pushed against each other’s bodies. Adding the sounds of pained hissing and groaning to the hotel room’s air.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lacey was the first to find an opening. As their feet joined the dance of struggling and trying to upend the other person, she felt Layla’s ankle slip ever so slightly against her own. She pushed now with renewed fervor and Layla gasped as she found herself spilled onto her back on the bed at the opposite end of the room from where they had started. The soft impact didn’t slow either of them down as they climbed all the way onto the plush hotel sheets, Lacey still riding on top of her opponent to keep her advantage. As they scrambled together, Lacey found herself straddling Layla’s back and grinned with glee as she saw a golden opportunity. They were close to and facing the camera now. She lunged, laying herself all the way down on the black haired wrestler’s body and grabbed for her chin as she had done to hers in the second fall. Layla moaned as Lacey pulled up on her chin with one hand and on her short hair with her other. She inched up and sat on the small of Layla’s back, pressing her knees into the bed where they straddled the other girl.
“Oww...” Layla let out quietly. “Oh fuck...” She hissed as Lacey pulled up even harder now. “Hey look Layla. You’re on camera.” she said into the bottom girl’s ear with a grin. Layla opened her slammed shut eyes and saw the lens staring down at her. “Why don’t you tell the boys hi and that you give up?” Layla didn’t answer...only let out another louder gasp of air as Lacey pulled even harder. She felt Layla’s legs kicking behind her and grinned to herself She let go of the hold she had on Layla’s chin, leaving the hand that was firmly in her hair and grabbed at Layla’s breast with the now free hand, squeezing tight. Layla yelled now, struggling with renewed vigor to shake free.
The thing about wrestling on a bed however, hot though the idea may be, is that it is impossible to gain a moment of complete, secure dominance over your opponent. Layla managed to press her weight into the soft surface a little more, creating a dip that Lacey’s knees sank into. She was able to turn, freeing her hair as Lacey stumbled on top of her and the two set to rolling on the bed, tumbling in a mess of limbs once again. The rolling did not last long. Layla felt her back crash against the head board and gasped as she scrambled to a sitting position. Lacey grabbed and pinned Layla’s arms to the board over her head and started to press her against it. Layla acted fast, snapping her legs out and latching on right under the other girl’s ribs and squeezed mercilessly. Lacey screwed her face up in pain as she held fast to Layla’s arms. “Like that Lacey?” She taunted and looked her opponent in the face. Lacey looked back and desperately shoved Layla’s arms against the head board again, as if this would help her get loose. “Bitch...” She hissed in response and Layla laughed, squeezing ever tighter. “I love it when you talk dirty to me. Still gonna make you tap though.” The southern girl said, drawling out her words in her intoxicating accent.
“Not a chance hick.” Lacey said, alarmed by how strained her voice sounded. God did it hurt. But somehow, she didn’t mind it. Her thighs shook a bit as she felt the wet spot in her panties grown mercilessly. She didn’t know exactly what made her act on her next impulse. Whether it was the desperation to get out of this hold, or the way Layla bit her lip and her wide eyes stared at her as she squeezed ever tighter. Maybe it was the way she felt Layla grind her hips ever so slightly into her stomach where the hold met her body. They grinded in a way that suggested Layla didn’t think Lacey would notice. Or just maybe it was the...four or five shots of tequila emboldening her resolve. But she did. And she acted. She leaned in to where Layla was pinned to the head board and found the sensitive spot on her neck right below the jawline. She kissed it, sucking in with her teeth as she embraced how their bodies entwined further together. Trying...oh was she trying...to leave a mark. Layla let out a sultry moan as her head immediately tilted to allow the other girls mouth to explore her.
Lacey’s head swam with the implications of how this match was going. Swam with the alcohol in her system. Swam with her need for more. Not just more of Layla...no...she WANTED to keep wrestling. To show this girl that she was in charge. To prove that she was the better wrestler. For a moment, Layla kept squeezing for all she was worth, trying to make Lacey surrender. But finally, she let out a frustrated and lust filled noise, almost animalistic in nature as her legs opened and she embraced Lacey. She ran her short trimmed nails down her pink clad opponent’s back, leaving slight welts, but otherwise doing no harm. This had been a rule they set after all. Clean and short nails to avoid any accidents. Lacey arched herself into Layla as their bodies slipped down to the bed, Lacey on top and grinded, kissed and clutched at each other again. It was pure bliss. They almost...almost forgot why they were there. That a camera watched their every move. That they still had unfinished business. Layla moaned into Lacey’s ear and nibbled at the bottom of it briefly.
“Nice try princess.” she whispered. Lacey didn’t immediately register what Layla had said, and continued to move into their impromptu make out session. She realized it only a half second before Layla had bucked under her, sending her rolling off and to the edge of the bed. Layla rolled to her and they crashed together, tumbling right off and to the floor. Why did hotel room beds sit up so high?? They both found themselves wondering as they felt the hard floor rise to meet them solidly. Stunned, they pulled away from each other for a moment, each taking deep breaths as they looked at one another deeply. They reached for each other again and stood on their knees as they wrapped their arms around each others shoulders and necks, heads pressed together as their arms entwined their forms into one like coiling snakes. Lacey wrenched, and Layla tumbled under her. They remained wrapped together as their legs joined the fray, each of them squeezing and groaning as they gripped one another tightly.
Just then, Layla slapped hard at Lacey’s side. An echoing smack resounded in the room just before she delivered another to the same place. Lacey felt the place where she had been hit sting ruthlessly. If not for the different colors of their outfits and hair, it would have been entirely impossible for any observer to be able to tell who was who in this melee on the ground as their legs and arms wrapped more tightly around each other. Lacey grabbed Layla’s hair and gave it a yank as Layla returned the favor, both of them moaning with the pain ever so slightly.
“Feel like giving up yet?” Layla asked. “Not a chance in hell.” Lacey responded. They tugged and gripped and slapped at each other with even more fervor then. Finally, Layla managed to slip her right leg up between their bodies, her knee pressing into Lacey’s stomach. She shoved heavily upward and Lacey grunted as the air was pushed out of her and she was roughly shoved off of Layla, rolling aside. Layla slowly got to her feet. Lacey followed suit. Neither of them moved quickly. The exhaustion of the match was setting in now, and it was clearly taking its toll on the both of them. It probably wouldn’t be long before this thing was settled.
They approached each other. Each step was deliberate and slow, but it only took two strides to reach each other. As Lacey reached out for another grapple, her vision popped with tiny lights as Layla’s hand struck her right across the cheek and hard! “Fuck!” She moaned, lashing out with her own hand and managing to strike Layla’s chin glancingly. Layla hit her again, solidly. Lacey hissed and took a moment to glance at Layla’s face. Had she made her angry? But no, Layla was still looking at her with that mix of excitement and trepidation, now mixed with the exhaustion and sexual frustration that now plagued them both. Besides, this had not been against the rules. They always knew they would trade slaps to each other’s faces at one point in the match or another.
Lacey raised her hand again, but she was distracted by the burning sting in her cheek and the aches in her muscles. Layla was on her. She grabbed the raised hand, expertly pivoting it and pulling it behind Lacey’s back, twisting upward savagely. She vaguely thought that this move may have been called a hammerlock, but when she had been the victim of her older brother’s wrestling moves as a child, he had always called it a chicken wing. It hurt like hell. She cried out just as Layla used the hold on her arm to shove her roughly against the wall, face and chest first. “Oh I do like to hear you scream.” Layla said, grinning as she leaned her weight into the hold.
“Fuck you...ngh...FUCK...YOU!” Lacey shouted out in frustration. God this hurt. She squirmed and tried to get herself loose, but her every move only made the straining, awful pain in her shoulder twinge even more. “Now that wasn’t nice.” Layla fake pouted as she pushed just a millimeter harder on Lacey’s arm. “Talking like that, I might think you don’t like me.” She said, and slipped her free hand between Lacey and the wall, finding that blissfully soaking wet place between her legs and squeezing, her short nails digging in ever so slightly. “And I know you do like me.” She said the last part in a whisper...just for Lacey to hear.
Then, she pulled Lacey away from the wall, Lacey gasping and protesting all the while but not daring to move more than necessary in fear of injuring her shoulder. “We both know I don’t have to twist your arm to get what I want from you.” Layla taunted now. Lacey became aware that she had maneuvered her into the center of the room, facing the camera. She would not tap out. No, she wouldn’t. She kept telling herself this silently as her face screwed into an expression of pure defiance and pain. Layla pulled her down to her knees, still keeping that god awful hold on her arm. What was she doing? Layla stood on her knees behind her. “No...we both know I don’t have to twist your arm.” She said again, relishing the double meaning in what she was saying as she slowly...very slowly, eased the pressure on the hammerlock she had on Lacey. Lacey didn’t have time to mount a defense. She tried, but as she groaned with relief and started to move her arm into an advantageous position, she felt her airway close.
Layla’s arm had snaked around her neck in a chokehold. The rear naked choke. Lacey heard the gurgling sound come from her throat as her eyes popped wide and Layla snaked her legs around her waist, squeezing lightly. They were only to hold her in place. The pressure in her head reached a fever pitch as Layla squeezed, letting one socked leg rest right between Lacey’s legs. “Drew showed me how to do this properly one night. I liked it so much I fucked him right then and there on the floor. I thought you deserved to be finished like this. You’ve been a fun little princess after all.” Lacey felt the hold loosen, though it was still locked beyond the point of an easy escape...and now her head swam and her vision blurred. She gulped in some air to recover. Just as she felt the tingling in her limbs stop, Layla had clamped it on again. Her feet kicked, her toes curled and her body convulsed in an involuntary panic. Being choked like this could invoke some natural responses she knew, but nothing was getting her out of Layla’s grip. She had her trapped.
Just as Lacey felt her eyes roll back, again, the pressure on her neck’s blood vessels stopped. She gasped and gulped at the air in the room again, desperate to get every molecule she could into her lungs to recover. Again, the arm around her neck squeezed. Layla was toying with her now. She knew that Lacey had exhausted herself, and that the periodic deprivation of blood to her brain was not doing her any favors. She grabbed at Layla’s arms and slapped anything she could reach, desperate to get out. She looked up at the camera briefly and could swear she saw Blake there instead, cheering for her to get out of it, but she swore she could see his hand in his pants none the less. A large grin plastered on his face. But he wasn’t there. He was at home, blissfully asleep by this time. Not knowing he would be watching this very scene unfold for him tomorrow. Again, air rushed in...she gasped and moaned as Layla began to move her leg up and down. The one that was planted gently over her dark pink panties. They had been hot pink when they had begun...but now...
“You should tap out now bitch. Last chance.” Layla cooed into her ear. “N-...n-...no...” Lacey said weakly. She felt Layla shrug a bit. “Have it your way then.” She said and again, clamped her arm onto Lacey’s neck and squeezed. Again, Lacey struggled, gurgling out from her throat as the hold took its toll. This time, no relief came. Layla squeezed on. Lacey felt her feet, legs and arms fall into an almost blissful, slow relaxation. She felt Layla shake her a bit, ensuring she was still conscious. Upon feeling Lacey tense, she squeezed even harder.
Lacey knew it was over. They both did. She looked up at the camera again. “He’d better fucking love me for this.” She thought to herself for the second time that night...she raised her hand, ready to surrender and concede the fight to Layla...ready to take what came next.
Her hand never made it. Her vision went dark, and she felt herself go limp briefly before Layla’s arms completely let go of her.
She awoke, only a handful of seconds later...Layla standing on her knees over her with a triumphant smile on her face. “I win princess.” She said gleefully. Lacey gave a half hearted smile and nodded, looking at her new friend in the face as she lay on the floor, taking stock of her senses. She had lost. But she wasn’t sorry for it. She didn’t regret it. She had had the time of her life rolling around the room with this other beautiful woman for....how long had they been here? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She watched as Layla leaned over her. She watched as the girl who had beaten her snapped her own black bra off in one fluid motion and toss it aside, freeing her breasts as she bit her lower lip.
“Now....where to start?” She purred as she looked down at Lacey with a hungry expression.
“Do your worst.” Lacey smirked back and began to move....wait...her hands couldn’t move. She heard a clinking sound as she tried to separate them.
She had been handcuffed while she was unconscious....
Oh yes....this was going to be fun indeed.
TO BE CONTINUED
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This is fantastic. It's rare that characters feel like they could be real people, but both of these girls are fully believable.
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A lot of the stories I have read bore us with endless details of the set up. I like how you gave us details during the action. Looking forward to follow up.
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Very Nice Indeed!
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Wow I just got done reading and I hope it continues and to see where things go
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I like the story, looking forward to the continuation
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And here folks, is our conclusion for now. We'll be back to check in on Lacey and Layla soon, but for now, enjoy this little epilogue and as always, let me know what you think.
The next morning when Lacey arrived back at her apartment, her head swam with all of the details from the night before. Her muscles ached and screamed in protest as she found her couch and crashed onto it face first. However, the sheer unadulterated and sinful bliss that coursed through her veins now overrode all thoughts of discomfort. She sighed into the familiar throw pillow and quivered ever so slightly at the thought of what had transpired between herself and the Kentucky girl, Layla. She waited eagerly, her phone in hand for the text from her opponent and friend that would link her to the video of the entire night’s exploits. She thumbed out a quick message, letting Layla know she had made it home safely and laid it back down. The reply that came through a minute or so later was simply a heart emoji. Lacey smiled and knew there was no need to reply just yet. She would hear back from the other girl soon enough, and she couldn’t wait. She opened her messages again and typed out a message to her boyfriend, Blake then.
“Hey baby! I’m sorry I ditched you last night. I’m gonna make it up to you though. I should have a HUGE surprise for you.” She hit send. Blake texted back almost immediately. “It’s okay babe I know you had a lot going on. What’s the surprise?!” Lacey read this and grinned to herself. “No no....you don’t get to know until I’m there. But I’ll be there as soon as it’s ready.” She sent back. A few minutes ticked by as she waited for a response. It came in, and it was a simple few words. “Can I have a hint?” it read, with a smiling emoji attached at the end. “Let’s just say you are REALLY going to love it, and that you’re probably going to ask me to marry you when you see it.” She sent back by way of reply. She grinned to herself at the thought that just maybe, she was making him squirm a little. He replied quickly. “You’re a mean girlfriend.” She laughed and did not reply this time. She was beyond excited for how he would react, but for now, she needed to wait for the text from...
*DING*
She grabbed her phone immediately at the sound of the text tone, and saw that....YES...it was from Layla! It was not the video however. What she got was a picture of herself laying handcuffed on the bed of the hotel room that she had become all too familiar with the night before. Her back was arched, she was completely naked and her face was screwed up into an expression of total ecstasy and surrender. She gasped as she saw it and jumped into a sitting position. The text attached to the picture came shortly afterward. “I’m finishing up the editing. I thought I’d give you a little picture of my trophy from last night to hold you over.” It read. Lacey bit her lip and thought back to it again. The exact moment was clear in her mind, and she reached, hand quivering to slip into her jeans. But no no...she needed to save it. She would control herself.
She set to her day, finding things around her apartment to occupy herself with as the time ticked on mercilessly slowly. She could barely contain the excitement she felt as Blake continued to prod at her every now and then for information regarding what was in store for him that night. She would not yield. Would not give him the slightest crumb of information. He would have to wait until tonight. Or sooner if she got what she was waiting for faster than she expected. She knew however that Layla was a film student. She was going to make it as perfect as possible before sending it her way.
She had arrived back at her apartment at 11am...three hours after she had departed the hotel, where Layla had slept beside her. The shared bed had been platonic. Two friends who wanted each other close. But...that bed had been anything but platonic through the night. Layla and Lacey had hugged each other tightly as she grabbed her bag to leave. Layla grinned and kissed her on the cheek and said “Text me when you make it home okay?” Lacey smiled and said that she would. She had left then and departed for the long drive home, her head swimming with the things that had taken place. With the musk that now filled that room from their sweaty, struggling bodies and the things that had transpired after Layla had managed to choke her unconscious.
Those thoughts filled her with ecstasy as she looked back on it. She replayed every detail in her head over and over again, and eagerly awaited the chance to show her boyfriend the finished product. Finally, when the clock on her phone showed that it was 3pm, the message came through. She jumped up from the couch and grinned widely at the Dropbox link attached to the message. “Got it to you as fast as I could, but I hope you both like it!” read the text under the link. Lacey clicked it and watched fervently. Once it was over, she realized that at some point, her hand had slipped into her pajama pants, rubbing gently over the place that Layla had spent so much time on both during and after their fight. The video was titled just as they had joked about it in the weeks leading up to the meeting. “Punk vs. Princess”. She watched every second. Then when it was over, she opened her conversation with Blake and typed out with shaking hands “Is now good? The surprise is ready!” Blake didn’t disappoint. He replied within 45 seconds. “Get your ass over here then babe!” He had attached a smiley emoji at the end of this message and Lacey smiled. She grabbed everything she needed, stuffed it into the same bag she had taken the night before, and rushed out to her car.
She arrived at her boyfriend’s house only ten minutes later, the traffic being frustratingly heavy as she had made her way to his apartment building. She entered using the key he had given her once they had been dating for about six months and called out...
“I’m here baby!” He poked his head around the corner from the kitchen area and smiled widely at her. “Hey babe!” He approached and greeted her with a kiss. She bit her lip and put her hands on his shoulders. “So what’s the big surprise?” He asked curiously, cocking his head to the side and smiling at her. “You’ll see.” Lacey said giggling. “For now, why don’t you head to the bedroom and get comfortable. I’ll be there momentarily.” She finished with a wink. Brad’s grin widened until it split his entire face in glee. “Alright!” He said cheerfully. Boys were so easy to please. He really had no idea what was in store for him, and he was already as giddy as a child.
As Brad went to the bedroom, Lacey set to work. The first thing she had done when she had arrived back home from Kentucky was launder her outfit from the previous night’s escapades. She quickly changed into the exact same outfit, all the while envisioning everything that had transpired in the last 24 hours. After she was changed, she slowly opened the door to the bedroom at the back of the apartment where she found Blake sitting up waiting for her, wearing only his black basketball shorts just as he was when she had arrived. His eyes lit up as she leaned against the door frame in her outfit.
“Damn babe you know I love those clothes. Best surprise ever.” He said and gestured for her to come to him. Lacey laughed out loud. “You idiot, this isn’t the surprise!” She grabbed the remote for the TV Blake had mounted to the wall and turned it on, then synced her phone to its air play feature before opening the video link. Blake’s mouth dropped as he saw the opening image of Lacey and Layla standing across from each other. His eyes were wide as he looked over at his girlfriend and raised an eyebrow. “Wha-” he started but Lacey shushed him, pushing him gently to the bed and onto his back. She slid off his shorts, fingers gliding over his tight boxer briefs for just a moment before she hit play.
“Alright, we’re recording. You ready girl?” The video began. “Ready to kick your ass!” Blake let out an exclamation. “No way!” He said, not believing his eyes. And so, they began to watch. The match progressed exactly as it had the previous night. Lacey pulled Blake’s underwear down and off, his cock extending straight up as she did so around the time Layla had sat on Lacey’s face. She began to stroke him slowly as he moaned, eyes transfixed on the scene playing out in front of him now. As the first round ended, and Layla tapped out to Lacey’s breast smother, Blake let out a cheer. “Atta girl!” he said gleefully as Lacey continued to work his cock ever so slowly.
The second round began, and Lacey involved her mouth, taking in the rock hard length of her man’s erection, but being sure to move up and down ever so slowly to prolong the experience. Together they watched minute by minute as Lacey worked him over and the match played out on screen in front of them. Blake’s moans grew louder and louder, with Lacey keeping him right on the edge. He writhed and wriggled as she worked him over, his eyes glued to the screen. Finally, just as the match reached its end, and Lacey watched herself go limp in Layla’s chokehold, her eyes rolling back, he exploded. Her mouth was filled as he orgasmed in waves, yelling out her name as she pulled him further into her lips. When it had subsided, she backed off of him and wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“It’s not over yet you know.” She purred. Blake looked at her as if Christmas had come early. They watched together as the screen showed Layla lowering Lacey’s limp form to the floor gently. She retrieved a pair of silver handcuffs from her bag and clipped them onto Lacey’s wrist, leaning over her just as the pink clad girl came to. The dialogue they had shared wasn’t clear on camera but Lacey knew what was coming next. Layla had whipped off her black bra and leaned into Lacey’s body.
“Wh-What did she do?” Blake asked hungrily as his cock began to rise again. Lacey chuckled. “Be patient and you’ll see.” She winked at him. The video continued, and Lacey began to relive it as if she were still there. Layla leaned down and wrapped her hands around Lacey’s back, unclipping and whipping her bra off in one fluid motion. “Let’s have some fun now loser.” Layla said with a mischievous smirk on her face. She retrieved her bag and dumped several of its contents onto the floor beside them. Lacey shivered as she saw a myriad of toys and bondage items spilled out in front of her. She moaned and looked up at the girl who had beaten her. The girl who was now about to claim her as a prize. Layla meticulously fingered through the collection, smiling devilishly at her friend and opponent as she did so. Without choosing anything right away, Layla reached down and made a show of wriggling her way out of her boy shorts, placing them aside delicately before swinging her leg over Lacey and sitting again squarely on her face. “Finish me.” She said as she began to grind her sex over the prone girl’s nose and mouth. Lacey began to work her tongue over Layla, probing and flicking as she took in everything Layla was offering her. She moaned loudly into Layla’s crotch as she felt it glide over her face delicately, yet forcefully. It didn’t take long. With all of the frustration and build up, she had known that both of them were set to burst.
Layla trembled and screamed as the orgasm overtook her. Lacey worked her clit more quickly still as wave after wave washed over the girl on top of her. Layla cried out again and Lacey felt her juices soaking through and all over her. God she loved this. But even more, she wanted relief. She wanted desperately to slip her hand into her own panties and pleasure herself, but the cuffs and Layla’s pinning knees prevented any hope of that from coming to fruition.
Layla finally slowed and slid her way down Lacey’s body until they were face to face, every inch of their bodies locked together. Layla smirked down at Lacey, her breathing heavy and labored. “Not bad at all princess.” She winked and ran her hands down Lacey’s body. Lacey felt the goosebumps rise on her skin as her back arched into Layla above her. She moaned and bit her lip as she looked into the other girl’s eyes. Layla slid down her body again and gripped Lacey’s waistband with her teeth, sliding her bikini cut panties down slowly over her legs and socks, finally brushing over her covered feet until they were off. Both girls now nude save for the thigh highs they both wore to entice their audience; Layla went back to her pile of toys. She selected a short handled black rope whip and a studded, particularly wicked looking strap on. “Your turn hun.” She cooed.
Back in the present, in Blake’s bedroom, he was a mess of anticipation. He watched fervently, open mouthed and practically drooling at the scene playing out on the screen in front of him. “I fucking love you.” He said as he began to reach for his throbbing cock. Lacey slapped his hand away. “Uh-uh. Bad. You wait til it’s over and you’ll get the ride of your life.” Blake grinned but let out a whine of frustration. “You were really into this huh?” He asked. They had always known that Lacey was bisexual, so this was no surprise. He would never get angry at his girlfriend for having her play time with another woman. At the end of the day, they both knew they only had eyes for each other. He was not the jealous type, and Lacey loved that about him.
On screen, Layla strapped on the large and ribbed rubber toy quickly and tightened it to fit as she looked down at her prize with hungry eyes. “Are you ready for this? I don’t plan to be gentle you know.” She indicated and caressed the black whip in her hands. Lacey squirmed and with some difficulty rolled over to expose her back, raising her hips into the air just as Layla swung, her wrist flicking. The whip made a satisfying Crack sound as it laid its way across her back. It hurt, but the tingling that spread out from where the tendrils had struck her was divine. Again it came down and Lacey moaned in pain and pleasure. The third time, it striped across her ass brutally. She cried out as she felt welts rise where it had hit her and gritted her teeth. “You like that?” Layla asked with a distinct smirk in her voice. Lacey refused to answer but they both knew that she did indeed like it. “Alright then...I guess I’ve made you wait long enough.” She cooed at Lacey as she grabbed something else from the pile of toys. Lacey didn’t see what it was until she felt it in her mouth. Layla had grabbed a ball gag and was strapping it onto her face tightly, the ball separating her jaws as she moaned into it. She was roughly pushed over onto her back and she found herself looking at Layla with desperation and desire in her eyes. Layla looked down and grinned. “Can’t have you screaming so loud that the neighbors hear huh?” She winked and grabbed Lacey’s thighs to angle them up. She poised the strap on right at the entrance of her pussy and looked at her deeply the entire time. “Mine.” Layla growled as she slammed her prosthetic dick home, shoving into Lacey roughly. Lacey immediately screamed as Layla began to thrust in and out of her savagely, holding her curling legs over her shoulders to allow herself deeper penetration. Lacey howled as she felt waves of pleasure and pain crash over her relentlessly. She was so close already that it only took four thrusts for her to orgasm. Her body trembled and she screamed savagely into the gag in her mouth as she silently begged for it to never ever stop. It was so good. She couldn’t take it.
Layla moaned and rode her relentlessly. “That’s one.” she said as Lacey’s orgasm subsided. She continued to work her way in and out of Lacey’s sex, angling the strap on perfectly so that her G spot was perfectly, enticingly stimulated. Over and over she thrust herself against the other girl, matching her rhythm as she was relentlessly pounded. She quivered and shook, her toes curling as a second earth shattering orgasm took her entire body in its throes. “Two.” Layla grinned and kept going. The scene continued until Lacey had somehow orgasmed four times, leaving a soaking mess on the floor beneath them. With that, Layla finally slowed her merciless assault on her and pulled the strap on out of her. Lacey heaved breath in through the gag and fell limp, moaning and whining as the other girl looked down at her. Layla stood, shaking herself and pulled the gag roughly out of Lacey’s mouth. “You want more?” She asked and Lacey found herself quivering as she moaned out “Y-yes! Please...more!” Layla planted her socked foot on Lacey’s cheek and pushed it to the side, making her look at the corner where the camera stood, watching their every move. “Then tell our boys who the better wrestler is. Tell them, and I’ll give you all you want.” Lacey groaned and looked at the camera. “Layla...Layla is the better wrestler. She beat me fair and square.” She said. She was humiliated, but relished the moment just the same. “Good girl.” Layla moaned and knelt beside Lacey. She unlocked the cuffs and looked at Lacey with a hungry and satisfied expression. But Lacey couldn’t handle it anymore. She lunged and tackled Layla to the carpet...not to attack her, but to satisfy both of their desire.
For the next thirty minutes, the girls rolled together in a very different sort of wrestling match....
Blake had similarly jumped atop his girlfriend and the two proceeded to have the best sex they had ever had in their entire relationship to date. It was bliss.
Later, as they lay in bed together, Lacey’s phone lit up and dinged. “Who’s that babe?” Blake asked, smiling at her warmly. “It’s Layla.” She answered and Blake was sitting bolt upright in no time. “Oh yeah?” He asked. Lacey read the message and smiled before turning the phone to face him. On the screen was a screenshot of Layla wearing a pair of running shorts and a sports bra. On her hands were a pair of black MMA gloves. “Rematch next weekend? Let’s bring the boys this time.” The message read. Blake looked like he would burst with excitement as he looked at his girlfriend for her reaction. “I’m free.....do you want to?” Lacey grinned at him and didn’t say a word. She typed her response rapidly. “Name the time and place you punk bitch.” She sent it, then added a winking emoji for good measure.
This was shaping up to be a very promising relationship indeed.
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Great story, great ending! I love the action and your writing style is a pleasure to read. I hope to hear more of their exploits in the future.
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I love the idea of this story... two women meet online with similar interests and agree to meet to wrestle, something they're both very excited to try. They say it's for their boyfriends but I tend to think they were just the excuse to do this. Seems like they enjoyed it enough that they would be planning when they can get together to do it again.
Great story. Thanks for sharing it.
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Great story and thanks for sharing.
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Great ending with possible potential for more!
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So if anyone happens to be interested, I’m currently working on a sequel for this story. It was one of my favorites and I couldn’t leave it alone! Keep an eye out! It’ll be posted in the Sexfighting stories section under the name “Another Night In Kentucky.” Hope you enjoy it when it comes along!
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I got one look forward to that. This is one of my favorites on here.
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I got one look forward to that. This is one of my favorites on here.
Sincerely glad to hear that! I hope the second installment will be just as enjoyable! For a little idea, the girls are joined by their men this time, and things will be getting a lot rougher and a lot hotter between the two! :)
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Brilliant story, love the chemistry and the promise for the next chapter
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Tremendous story. Thanks a lot!
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Just an FYI, the first piece of Another Night in Kentucky is up on the sexfighting stories board here. Go check it out and leave feedback if its not too much trouble!
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Wow! This was amazing! It's exactly what I've fantasized about! On my way to read the sequel now!
Very nice work!
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My God! That was a fantastic story! Looking forward to reading the sequeen Keep up the good work.