(This is a new series, featuring strippers wrestling...these will be shorter stories, and will probably be more erotic and sexual than my other series…hope you enjoy)
Destiny, Busty Blonde, 5'4 36C-24-36
Moniqua, Dark Skinned African, 5'6 38DD-30-42
The referee calls the girls to the center, and goes over the rules for the fight. Moniqua looks all business, while Destiny seems nervous knowing she is at a disadvantage giving up both some height, and more than a few pounds of muscle. Destiny turns around and begins to walk back to her corner to wait for the bell and that's when Moniqua sprang into action. Moniqua darts across the ring, slamming two closed fists into Destiny's back, sending the stunned blonde crashing chest-first into the turnbuckle. Moniqua never slowed as used her forward momentum to carry her into Destiny; trapping the blonde monetarily under her in the corner. After a few seconds the bell is finally wrung, but the match is already under way, and with the blonde facing the crowd the black woman latches onto Destiny’s left breast. A scream of shock and pain fills the air as the black woman’s nails dig in to the ample bosom giving the gorgeous gal’s tit a quick squeeze.
As Destiny was spinning around, Moniqua reached up and latched onto her long blonde hair. With a hand tightly entwined in her hair, Moniqua fires an open hand slap across Destiny's beautiful face. Destiny realizes that she's in serious trouble and decides she must mount some kind of offense. The blonde tries to pry her hair free, and when that fails she weakly punches Moniqua in the stomach. The punch had little behind it and the black woman suddenly began shaking the blonde around the ring by her hair. Destiny fires another punch that catches the black woman’s arm doing little damage. With her free hand, Moniqua’s fingers suddenly fly upward and clamp down on Destiny’s left breast again. The black woman’s nails tear into the blonde’s breast, and after painfully squeezing the aching orb, the black woman sends another smack flying across Destiny’s face. Destiny was stunned as not even a minute into the match her left breast was already attacked twice!
Destiny again fired another punch that hit Moniqua’s arm, which seems to have no immediate effect except to infuriate the black woman. Moniqua saw an opening after she shook the blonde by her hair, and the black woman brought her right knee flying upward and slamming into Destiny’s crotch. Destiny instantly drops to her knees, tears welling in her eyes, her hands clutching her throbbing crotch as she is on both knees. Moniqua evilly steps forward, her right hand again latching onto the blonde’s left breast and painfully dug her nails in squeezing. Moniqua this time twisted the orb around before digging in her nails finally releasing the now scratched mammary. Destiny’s mouth hung open in agony and before she could defend herself the blonde’s head is met with a violent snap kick that sent her to the canvas in a heap. Moniqua quickly stepped back and walked behind her stunned opponent and grabbed her by the back of her long hair yet again.
Moniqua bent over the aching blonde and latched onto the back of the thin cord of Destiny’s bikini top. Moniqua was all smiles, the black woman desperately wanting to see Destiny’s incredible breasts, and she ripped backward and began pulling the material upward. Destiny’s body was slowly being pulled up off the mat as the material was being pulled underneath her breasts, pushing them up sexily. In seconds the material began sliding upward, and it was only a matter of time before Moniqua was left holding Destiny’s bikini top in her hands. The crowd went crazy, as the blonde was topless already, Moniqua paying little attention and threw the top to the side. The black woman bent down and quickly entangled both hands in her opponent’s long locks. Destiny gasped as she was roughly hauled to her feet yet again and this time was slammed back into the turnbuckle. Destiny's back hit hard and the wind was knocked out of her in one quick move, her exposed chest bouncing uncontrollably. Moniqua wasted no time following up as she lowered a shoulder and slammed into Destiny’s tight stomach. Destiny moaned as her back was blasted into the turnbuckle, as she was clearly dazed from the sudden onslaught. Moniqua dropped back a step and blasted a forearm smack across Destiny's now exposed left breast.
Destiny moaned as pain exploded in her left breast, and the blonde cried out in pain as the black woman’s nails gouged her aching orb again. This time Julie raked her nails down completely over the perfect breast, starting at the top and gouging the tender skin, ripping right over her rock hard nipple. Destiny’s head whipped side to side in pain, her breast bright red and aching, but the blonde’s head suddenly shot back as pain exploded in her crotch as she found herself on the receiving end of another knee lift. The blonde’s legs went weak and she began crumpling to the mat when Moniqua’s right knee shot upward and pulverized her left breast against her chest bone flattening the orb backward. Tears coated the gorgeous gal’s eyes and the blonde was sprawled on her back with one hand holding her aching orb, and the other massaging her abused crotch. Moniqua wasted little time and as soon as she had Destiny on her back, the black woman stood at the blonde’s head with her feet firmly planted on her long hair. She reached forward and grabbed both of Destiny's arms securing a grip on her wrists. Smiling, she then began violently pulling them up and back while standing on Destiny's hair.
Destiny shrieked as her scalp was instantly ablaze with pain, fearing her hair might be ripped from her head as her torso was pulled up off the floor while her hair remained pinned against the floor. Moniqua let Destiny's body drop back, only to pull up violently again, forcing another pained scream from the battered blonde. After a few agonizing seconds, Moniqua finally let go of Destiny's hands which immediately went to her head to tend to her aching scalp and ensure all her hair hadn’t been pulled out. With her hands in her hair, Destiny couldn’t keep Moniqua from bending down and unmercifully scratching her nails down her aching breast flesh. The blonde’s boob felt like it was on fire, and when her hands came down to shield it, the black woman quickly changed tactics. Moniqua’s right hand slid down over the blonde’s sexy gold thong and then her grip tightened on the Destiny’s abused crotch. Sexily, Destiny thrashed on the canvas as the black woman’s hand tightened like a vice, squeezing her womanhood evilly. Her hands flew down to pry the black woman’s hand free, but Moniqua was able to rake her nails directly over the blonde’s crotch before her hand was ripped free.
Destiny was stunned that the black bitch would do this to her, but she was even more shocked when Moniqua’s stiletto heel came down tip first slamming into her left breast. The black woman’s tip began painfully grinding into the blonde’s breast, and Destiny trashed and pawed at the black woman’s ankle finally prying it off. Moniqua didn’t slow and this time her heeled foot came down blasting the blonde’s stomach catching her just above the top of her thong. Even though her abs were tight the wind was knocked out of her trim body. Moniqua looked on with a smile on her face as she laughed at her beaten opponent, who had yet to show any sign’s of offense, and was now curled up into the fetal position. Unfortunately for Destiny, her position left her open to another kick, this time to her lower back. She bellowed out in response, her whole body was now shooting with pain.
Moniqua took a few seconds to catch her breath before she yanked Destiny off the mat again, this time scooping up the shocked beauty with one arm between Destiny's thighs, hefting her in the air shoulder high. Moniqua’s hand began squeezing the blonde’s crotch tightly, while she paraded around the ring, displaying Destiny’s wriggling body in the air. Destiny thrashed as the black woman’s nails tore into her womanhood, the blonde squirming at the invading fingers. Moniqua felt the blonde’s body almost slipping and before she lost her grip the black woman slammed the helpless beauty down to the mat. Destiny's body flew down, struck the mat, and then bounced back into the air almost a foot. The blonde dropped and lay moaning from the blazing pain as she tried to reach back to massage her throbbing back.
Moniqua loomed over Destiny whose breath had again been completely taken from her and smiled as she planned her next move. Moniqua ran back to the ropes, sprang off them and dropped a massive elbow drop down slamming into Destiny's heaving breasts. Destiny howled as her feet flew up, then she quickly rolled to her side clutching her battered boobs struggling to breathe. Moniqua wasted no time in pulling Destiny back up by her hair and whipping her into the ropes. Destiny’s body met the ropes and got tied up and the black woman was right there to capitalize as she hurriedly pushed the topless beauty from the ring and over the ropes. Destiny found herself flying over the ropes out onto the concrete floor surrounding the ring.
Destiny landed harshly on her shoulder and shrieked when she came to rest on the cold floor. Moniqua stepped between the ropes and dropped down next to her fallen prey, smiling from ear to ear. Destiny was once again on all fours as Moniqua picked her up by her right arm. As Destiny was forced to rise, Moniqua bent her arm behind her lithe body in a textbook hammerlock. The trapped blonde wailed again, rising to the tips of her toes to ease some of the pain searing through her aching shoulder, her exposed breasts looking incredible. As Moniqua continued to apply the pressure, she dug her other hand into Destiny's long locks, then she ran forward and drove Destiny chest-first into the steel ring post. Moniqua released her hold and Destiny slumped to the floor holding her breasts, and sore shoulder.
Moniqua took a second to showboat what an easy time she was having, the fans cheering wildly. Moniqua raised her arms over her head getting a few more cheers before grabbing Destiny by the hair and throwing her over towards a table with her stripper friends all seated around it. Destiny gasped as suddenly Moniqua held her arms tightly in place from behind, and one of the strippers at the table stepped out of her seat. The second stripped quickly latched onto Destiny’s tiny gold thong and the crowd went wild as the material was pulled down over her shapely thighs, leaving the blonde naked save her boots. Destiny’s body glistened with sweat, her crotch totally shaved bald, her abused left breast swollen and covered with scratches. Moniqua held tightly as the second striped stepped forward and jammed her tongue into Destiny’s wide-open mouth in quiet a sexy display. Destiny gasped as the woman’s tongue snaked around inside of her mouth, and the blonde gasped as she felt both of her nipples tweaked.
The second stripper again spun the blonde’s rock hard beef tips around, while her tongue casually prodded deep inside Destiny’s mouth. Destiny’s body slid side to side, her nipples twisted and tweaked, while she fought to free herself from the restraining hold. The crowd was going crazy as the second stripper continued making out with the blonde, and suddenly she slid one of her hands from the blonde’s breast and slid it over her now moist crotch. Destiny tried shutting her legs, but it was to late, as the seconds’ strippers’ fingers worked their way into her wet pussy. Sexily Destiny’s hips began grinding as the fingers went deeper and deeper, the second stripper still had her tongue lodged in the blonde’s mouth. By the time three fingers were lodged tightly inside of Destiny, the blonde was finally able to spin free of Moniqua’s grip and fall to the floor.
The blonde was mortified, her pussy soaking wet, her nipples rock hard, but she got no chance to get her barring as Moniqua grabbed onto her long hair and pulled her painfully to her feet. The crowd was going crazy as Moniqua slid the blonde’s head between her thighs, strapping on a prefect standing head scissor. Bent over at waist level and held in place, the black woman grabbed Destiny’s hands allowing stripper two to step forward and latch onto the hunched over blonde’s breasts. Destiny screamed her submission as fingernails tore into her breasts, but Moniqua never released the standing head scissor, the bell being rung awarding Moniqua the match. From behind the strippers nails raked up and down ravishing the poor blonde’s breasts, but she was held tight and helpless. Her hands came up and began pawing at her breasts and finally dislodged the second woman’s hands from her battered boobs, but suddenly she gasped in shock. Destiny suddenly felt fingers clawing at her crotch, and then fingernails working inside of her still wet pussy. The blonde’s incredible ass wiggled and she tried to clamp her thighs shut, but it was of little use as three fingers were already inside of her. Destiny screamed at being violated, and felt helpless to do anything as she was held in place and could only moan as the fingers worked deeper and deeper inside of her.
The screaming crowd suddenly began booing as the DJ came down the isle towards the ring and tried to separate the girls, the ring bell ringing again to clarify that the match was over. It took him a few seconds to separate Destiny from the standing head scissors and the blonde was mortified as she slumped to the ground, her pussy was soaking wet. The crowd screamed in appreciation as Moniqua made her way back to the dressing room to celebrate her victory, leaving the naked blonde on the floor.
(As always, if you liked this story please provide feedback or a comment, and I will continue with another. If you would like to drop me an email for suggestions please don’t hesitate, JJJ11100@yahoo.com)
