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Author's note: If you enjoy wrestling content there's far more on my profile. There are also stories there which can help give a better understanding to the characters of Lucy and Alice.
The wind kissed her face with it's icy tendrils before flowing through her hair, sending it spiraling so that chaos instantly overtook her perfect look. The large sign towered above her, sending it's red glow scattering throughout the street; it combated her blue eyes and turned them to a purple unnatural hue. Her heart was wrapped with a nervousness that could've rivaled that of a commander facing their first battle yet her stomach was fit to bursting with excitement. She took a deep breathe and reached her hand forward, this was her moment to make her mark, to start her journey, to chase he-
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
The sound pulled Lucy, kicking and screaming, from her writing. Her head slowly swiveled towards the door as it stood there motionless, and her eyes lightly narrowed while her lips slowly pursed.
"Come in." She said calmly, which led to the door slamming open as quick as lightning before making a thunderous crash against the wall. Lucy jumped back in her chair, eyes wide with her heart skipping a few beats as Alice slowly came strolling in as if she owned the place.
"Whatcha' doin'." She asked nonchalantly, checking her nails as she walked past and picked an open spot of wall to lean against.
"Oh you know, just committing fraud and chatting with all the hot moms in our area." Lucy stated back, settling in her chair lazily, trying to look not as surprised as she was.
"Hot mom's huh? Maybe you can invite one over to wrestle us. Perhaps she'll put you over her knee and spank you." Alice wiggled her eyebrows, giggling in between words.
Lucy leaned her head back and loudly retched before turning her head to Alice with a disgusted look plain on her face. "You're utterly gross." Lucy said plainly.
Alice hadn't stopped laughing for a moment, her charcoal colored hair bouncing up and down, brushing past her beautiful features and rushing gently over her nose. "I know I am, but you fucking love it."
Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she stared at the fiery vixen who stood a few mere feet from her. Her breath suddenly quickened, flowing from her lips in little stunted gasps before she silently stopped it and returned to a normal-ish state of breathing. Her lips curved up in a simple smile as she stared, not saying anything but her eyes carrying a question: 'what do you want?'
"How have you been feeling? Still nervous about Saturday night?" Alice asked, slowly stepping behind Lucy's chair, her hands encircled the leather backing til she was holding Lucy tightly within her grip. Her head came down softly to roost on Lucy's shoulder so that she could whisper directly into her girlfriend's ear.
"Course I am.. I can't believe you signed me up for my first.. actual.. wrestling match." Lucy said, her voice making it sound like she still didn't quite believe it herself.
"Nothing to be nervous of.. It's just wrestling right?" A small jab at when the two had first met. Alice let out a tiny giggle which flowed over Lucy's ear and sent a pleasurable tingle down her spine. Suddenly Alice's eyes were on the white screen which sat as barren as a desert save for the oasis of words Lucy had just written.
"Oooh.. Another wrestling story? What's this one about?" Alice leaned in, giving a teasing nibble to Lucy's neck which caused Lucy to jolt like a car humming to life.
Lucy softly giggled, trying to find her words through the layers of pleasure she felt when Alice's lips touched her bare, naked skin. "Ah.. I just thought I'd try to categorize how I'm currently feeling with a st-"
Suddenly there was a finger on her lips, stopping her words from flowing in the steady nervous way that they always did. "Lucy.. We can always cancel, you know that right? I don't want you to ever feel like you need to do something you don't want to do." Alice's words flowed steady and metered in a matter of fact way, yet they still held a saucy, loving tone that tickled Lucy's ear and made her melt.
"But I.. I do wanna do it. It's all I've been able to think about these last few days." Lucy whispered her head leaning back so that her and Alice's heads fit together like the two final puzzle pieces of a puzzle.
"Then what is it? Stress?" Alice whispered, her hands tightening around Lucy's body for a small squeeze as if she was a plushy.
"U..Uh huh. I've been pretty stressed and nervous." Lucy was struggling to speak, her eyes closed as she focused on the way Alice entangled her in the chair.
Alice stood still for a moment before suddenly her eyes widened and a little smile crept over her face; the tinges of a smirk worming their way around her features. She gently kissed Lucy's cheek, feeling the warm, soft blush that coated her girlfriend's cheeks; the heat rose to greet her lips, wrapping it's tendrils around them in a loving embrace. Alice's breath was already becoming hot and heavy, little pants that erupted from her lips. Lucy started to move, ready to get up from her perch, she could already tell what Alice wanted and her nerves were begging for the exact same thing. Alice held tight though, making it impossible for Lucy to move.
"I have an idea." Alice whispered.
"You always have an idea. Am I just Arthur and you're Dutch?" Lucy whispered back, a smile trailing over her lips. She would never tell Alice but she loved her ideas.
"This ones a good one though. I swear. How about we scrap this little story you're writing." Alice reached forward as she spoke, clicking away on the enter key a few times til the old paragraph was gone on a separate page, invisible to their eyes. The world in front of them was blank, just begging for an imagination to come paint it. "You've never.. written me a story. How about we do that right now."
Lucy's heart skipped a beat as her finger twitched and tapped on the side of the chair. Her eyes widened in response to Alice's suggestion, turning the thought over in her mind a few times before slowly nodding, writing had always helped her calm her mind, this time would be no different.
"W-What type of story were you thinking?" Lucy said through bated breath, her nerves slowly rumbling in her stomach as if this were the start of a big wrestling match.
"Mmh.. I'm pretty impatient." Alice said as her fingers trailed around Lucy's stomach in soft, tiny circles. "I was thinking we skip right to the good part."
Lucy was struggling to breathe, as if her throat was being suffocated by smog. Her bottom lip trembled as she spoke, choking the first few words from her lips. "W-What's the.. What's the good part?"
Alice's fingers slowly began to tiptoe up Lucy's stomach, trailing between her breasts and twisting on her collarbone, she was intentionally staying away from any part of Lucy that would cause pleasure; instead Lucy was left on a precious edge, stuck wondering what would happen next. "Oh.. You know.. Maybe a stinkface written from your point of view. I bet that's exactly what's going to happen this Saturday."
Lucy blushed and turned her face to the side, breathing a small shaky breath that caused her whole body to tremble in delight. It was clear she had been thinking about Saturday night in far more ways than one. "I can.. I can do that."
Lucy sighed, a small sigh that released the nerves from her body and put her into a very specific mindset. She extended her hands and her fingers pointed towards the keys with bravado as she suddenly began to whisper small words to herself as if she was possessed; really she was just trying to find the best words to start her story. Her imagination began to fade to black like the beginning of a great performance at the theater before suddenly the curtain was drawn and she could see white canvas stretching before her. She could hear the sounds of the drunken crowd, feel the leather turnbuckle pads on her back, smell the sweat in the air and see the massive thighs leading up to a thick ass right in front of her face. Her breath caught in her throat, this was it, this was exactly where she wanted to be, and so she began to write.
How did I always end up in situations like this? Did I enjoy it? Did I like being humiliated in front of so many people? Did I enjoy the feeling of some other woman enveloping me in her power and showing me off for a group of blood thirsty fans? I didn't have much time to think on those thoughts as my head pounded in my skull. That last slam had really hurt, my brain felt like a drum that was getting beaten on at a rock concert with no end in sight. My eyes felt woozy, slowly drifting back and forth as my head lolled against the middle turnbuckle. The cool leather felt good against my neck, like a cool glass of water in a desert. The rest of the ring was sizzling, the air warm as it wrapped it's tendrils around my body and began to squeeze me of all my delicious sweat.
By this point Alice was leaning in, pressing her lips against Lucy's ear as they sat stuck in this awkward embrace. Lucy wasn't trying to escape Alice's fingers though, instead she enjoyed her girlfriends touch as those fingers skated around her body; touching random parts of her skin and causing little jolts of pleasure mixed with small tickles to run through her form. Her breath caught in her throat, little catching that wanted to turn into moans.
Alice was whispering sweet nothings against her ear, little 'I love you's' and tiny moans that skated around Lucy's earlobe and once again caused Lucy to shiver and lose focus. Her fingers clacked harder against the keys, sending clicks echoing through the room as she continued.
My arms wrapped around the middle ropes, gripping the wires as the frayed edges rose to meet my palms and bit in like the teeth of a wolf which caused bits of pain to slide through my arms. I couldn't believe were I was, I was in an actual ring with ropes and corners and a canvas. I was staring at an actual wrestler, a girl who was cemented in this small league in town, a girl who seemed to really be enjoying her job, a girl who was standing a mere feet from me with her hands rubbing over her soft cheeks. I watched the gelatinous flesh of her booty eat away at the small red thong that sat deep in her sweaty crevice. The thong looked like a small red Twizzler being munched on by a mouth and my brain was completely lost in how it would taste pressed again my mouth. I must've been really out of it since my head felt like it was stuck in a foggy haze. I could hear her voice rising above the crowd.
"How does it look back there sugar? Does my ass look good? I took off those pesky shorts JUST for you. Rookies like you don't belong in the ring."
Her voice had an annoying country twang, one that I wasn't for sure if it was or not. I honestly couldn't care at this moment as I struggle to speak, my voice sounding pathetic and broken as it left my lips.
"P-Please.. S-Stay aw-away b-bitch. I'm so.. Just let me g-get up! T-This isn't fair!" Why was fairness always my go to in moments like this? Why did I always try to appeal to my opponents sense of honor? This bitch was about to sit on my FACE; she could care less about honor.
Alice at this point was moaning alongside Lucy, small little things that were lost in the air the second they drifted past Lucy's neck. Alice was letting her lips explore the edges of Lucy's face, her chin, her neck, her cheeks. She didn't dare get in front of Lucy for fear of ruining the story. She began to whisper little words of encouragement, telling Lucy how good her writing was, telling Lucy that she wanted more. One of her hands began to trend downwards, painting circles along Lucy's body as it went. It explored her body, taking in her slender shape purely through touch as it felt her stomach, her waistband, the soft panties that sat just underneath said waistband.
Lucy egged Alice on, small moans escaping her trapping lips as they floated in the air like a challenge. She was begging for it, Alice's touch caused her to become insatiable as she only wanted more of those soft, slender fingers. Alice took the challenge and teased with it, holding it above her head like a title belt as her fingers drifted over Lucy's pink panties and sat just above her clit. Her fingers rubbed in small circles inches from Lucy's clit, teasing Lucy with visions of what could be happening. Lucy sadly moaned, an ounce of begging behind her lips. She had stopped writing for the moment, purely focused on Alice.
"If you want it.. I'm gonna need a story." Whispered Alice in a sassy tone. She liked having all the power, it was fun to watch Lucy's expressions while being teased.
"A-Alice.. P-Please.. I c-can't write like this." Lucy's words were stumbling over each other as her fingers at stagnant on the keys. Her body was softly humping back and forth in the chair.
"Write." Commanded Alice.
Lucy then wrote, she wrote like she depended on it, sexy, nasty words fluttering from her fingers as she approached the grand finale.
"Here it comes!" She said in that unnaturally chipper voice that just made me want to groan.
I could feel sweat barreling off my brow at this point while I stared forward at my impending doom. I couldn't move, my body fe3lt like it had been chained to cinder blocks. I was stuck here watching her slowly waltz backwards with her boots thudding against the canvas with every step. My pretty face was completely on display, little drops of scintillating sweat streaking down my already slick face before bouncing off my breasts as they dripped down like drool off my lips.
Her ass was suddenly hovering above my face, sitting there staring at me like a meteor that was threatening to come down and crash into me. The words 'mooning' made sense now, it really did look like a moon with how it glistened under the bright white light that hung just above the ring. Small drops of sweat were slowly running down her cheeks, grabbing onto her thong and sliding into the material, making it wet and sticky as it all stared at my features. I had to wonder what she was waiting for. Did she want a reaction? I looked at my arms which sat stuck on the ropes before looking down at my body which trembled lightly from the effort of supplying air to my lungs. I tried to raise my hands much to the crowds enjoyment and my fingers slowly came up, grasping the thick cheeks before sliding off from the slick sweat and falling back to my stomach.
"D-Don't.. s-sit on m-me.." I softly begged, my voice tiny as it erupted from my lips.
She ignored me, obviously. Her thick cheeks began to lower like a crane, coming closer and closer as single drops of sweat dripped down onto my face and mingled with my own sweat like old friends. My breath started to quicken, little misty plumes erupting from my lips like a geyser.
"That tickles!" She squealed as my breath hit her booty, shaking her ass left and right like a stripper at a strip show.
I had never felt so embarrassed, I looked left and there were people. I looked right and there were people. I could feel camera's trained on me as if they wanted to catch the first tear that would flow from my eyes in slow-mo. I could hear people screaming for her to humiliate me, for her to show me every inch of her perfect posterior.
Finally her thick cheeks sat an inch above my face, clapping lightly as she shook them around wildly as if making a threat. My mouth was open and I slowly began to close it so that nothing would get on my tongue. My nose shriveled up gently as the scent hit me like a boxing glove. I was taken aback, my entire body going cold and still as I stared at the huge cheeks filling my vision. This was it, this was how I was going to give up.
Alice at this point was whispering along with Lucy, little words from the match being echoed back to Lucy's ear which caused small moans to slip from Lucy's slick with spit lips. Lucy slowly turned her head but Alice gently nudged her back to focusing on the script. "Nuh uh." She whispered. "We're still not done.. I wanna see the best part."
Alice sank her teeth into Lucy's neck like a vampire going for a snack. She gently bit and sucked, pulling at the flesh like a rabid dog before letting her tongue do the talking as it explored the skin that was already beginning to turn purple.
"M-My f-family.. T-They'll see.." Lucy whispered in protest but all that did was cause Alice to smile, a small smirk that fluttered over her lips and caused her to leave more little purplish bruises along Lucy's neck. Alice had met Lucy's family before, they were the types who would love to pick fun at something like this.
Alice's fingers had finally completed their rounds, she wanted to now see how well Lucy wrote when she was sexually charged, she wanted to see if Lucy's fingers could continue to write when they were stimulated beyond belief. Her fingers trailed the last bit of Lucy's body and ended sitting directly on Lucy's clit. She could feel the small button sitting and waiting with open arms just underneath those cute panties which were already soaked.
"Is this what you want?" Alice whispered which instantly received a quite approving nod from Lucy. Alice giggled in response. "Well.. If you want it so bad.. I think you need to write for it." Her voice was a dominant flavor, commanding Lucy to do as she was told. Lucy liked that, punctuating her adoration with a small moan that stained the air with sex.
Lucy's fingers barreled towards the keys, clacking away for a second before Alice's fingers began their own dance. She slowly began to work small circles around Lucy's clit, feeling it bounce and bubble underneath her touch like a dancing partner trying to do the tango. Lucy's eyes widened, her breath stopping as her body went as straight as an arrow. Her fingers stopped which caused Alice's fingers to stop.
Lucy instantly whined. "A-Alice.. Th-This isn't f-fair.."
"It's always fairness with you. Write baby. Write and I'll give you exactly what you want." Alice cooed, her teeth once again nibbling on Lucy's neck.
Lucy tried, she steeled herself and closed her eyes, imagining the keyboard in front of her as the match played out in her mind. She began to type and find the words to complete her little story.
It came down with a splat and a wiggle. Thick cheeks enveloped my vision in an instant and suddenly I was stuck between two massive rolling walls of flesh that munched on my face rather than the thong. The thong stuck to my nose, clinging to my features like a mask as my nose wrestled with the dark crimson material. I could smell everything, overtaken by the scent of ass which filled my nostrils and infected my brain like a virus. My eyes widened, looking up her back as she wiggled and looked over her shoulder, staring down at me with a cheery smile as if she wasn't doing something completely fucking vile to me.
"How's that smell sugar? Does it taste good? Huh?" She said.
The tone of her voice was the last thing on my mind as my hands flung from the ropes and grabbed to her cheeks, nails sinking deep into the flesh as they clawed and slapped at flesh that never seemed to end. My nails sunk deep into her gelatinous booty and my palms could do nothing other than smack. My head suddenly felt hazy and my brain began to revolt, to beg me to tap out and give up. My body had reached it's limit.
My feet began to kick like mad, slapping away on the canvas and making a drum like beat that echoed throughout the ring. Her swiveling hips forced me to follow her every move. I nodded yes, shook my head no, twisted my head in little circles while I sunk deeper and deeper into that sweat soaked crevice. I wished my nose would fall off. I wished that I would just turn into a ghost and phase out of the ring. I could hear the cameras snapping in the background, watching my pride fade in real time as they thick country cheeks melted on my face like hot butter melting on a pan.
Alice was non stop at this point, her fingers trailing around Lucy's clit in small circles while occasionally bumping the soft button to feel Lucy jolt. She was watching Lucy's writing break down in real time, her fingers beginning to tire and make mistakes as they tapped across the keyboard. It had taken her forever to write that small swath of the stinkface, the backspace key being pressed more than any other key.
"What's wrong champ? Can't handle a little stinkface? Are you really going to tap out already?" Alice whispered, watching Lucy close her eyes in irritation as she began to moan louder in a slutty tune which echoed down the hallways.
"Awwh.. Someone's enjoying losing aren't they? Come on Lucy.. Tap out. Tap out. Come on.. Give that country bitch what she wants and give up completely." Lucy was moving in her seat, unable to sit still as she humped against Alice's fingers like wild. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs, little streams of slick juices rolling down her flesh before falling into her shorts or down on the chair. Lucy's eyes kept rolling up into the back of her skull and her entire body began to revolt once again; it began to beg her to stop this madness, to stop writing and turn and take Alice in her embrace.
Alice watched Lucy crumble and she slowly shook her head, her free hand sinking into Lucy's breast as it began to squeeze the soft flesh between her fingers. Lucy bubbled and jumped, her eyes widening as her bottom lip quivered. Her entire body felt like pins and needles, sitting on an edges that she was dying to cross.
Alice had a proposition for her that she couldn't refuse. "Go on. Write the tap out.. Then you can have me all to yourself."
Lucy nodded, slowly as her breath began to fly from her lips. Her final words were less of words and more of mistakes. She tried to write but words just wouldn't come, instead they began to mix with her sex induced thoughts.
The thick booty encapsuleeted my facee. I was completely an utternly humiliated as my body completely and utenly gave up. I could no longer keep my cool. My hand rose. My fingers. Tapped. My body gave. Tap tap tap. Ding ding ding. The match was finally over.
Alice stared in beguiled amusement as the fingers practically slapped at the keys, coming out with an amalgamation that Lucy would almost never release. The fact that she could get Lucy that pent up made her smile. She still had to make good on her promise, and so she did.
Her fingers delved between Lucy's thighs like little divers, two fingers settling on the overstimulated clit as they began to trail round and round like a merry go round. She felt Lucy begin to dissolve in her grip like butter being melted in a pan, her entire body sinking into the chair as her head slammed back and her moans began to erupt in full force. Alice could feel her own breath beginning to quicken just from watching, her fingers dancing to Lucy's tune as she struck Lucy's clit like a chime hitting a bell. Every little strike caused Lucy to tremble and every circle caused her to moan. She was close, her body felt like it was stuck on thin ice that was beginning to crack to delicious water when she was parched.
Finally Alice settled, she sat directly on Lucy's clit and began to gingerly rub which cause Lucy to shake like a rocket preparing for takeoff. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her bottom lip began to quiver and tremble before finally a massive breath of air exploded from her in a little gasp. She leaned forward and threw her chest out as her head smashed back into the top of the chair. Her entire body gave in, trembling and quivering as little streams of honey began to run down her thighs and coat the insides of her panties. Her small excited moans filled the room as she finished and finally she sat still. Her arms went around Alice's arm as she curled up on the chair. Her head tilted to the side, resting on Alice's cheek. She was relaxed. The nervousness was gone. The anxiety was gone. Everything was gone except for an endearing lust which sat front and center.
"T-Thank you.." Lucy whispered which caused a genuine smile to appear on Alice's lips.
"Who said we were done?" Alice whispered back, slowly coming to the front of the chair. Her fingers intertwined with Lucy's and she slowly dragged her from the arms of the leather chair. "We still have a whole wrestling match to do."
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