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Panting and frustrated at how easily she was being manhandled, the brunette tried a different tactic, and rolled onto her stomach, reaching her hand up between Denise’s legs. The kneeling blonde felt the attacking hand fumble around her pussy below, but before she could push it away, the sprawled out girl got full penetration, jamming two fingers inside her. Denise threw her head back and shouted as Lucy pounded in, biting her lip and giving it all she had. Hands on her thighs, the bodybuilder loved the feeling of Lucy’s fingers inside her. In fact, her respite hadn’t quieted her raging pussy at all, it’d only become more enraged.

Lucy brought herself to her knees and beside the bodybuilder, her fingers slowing to a more manageable pace, but Denise was able to regain her senses and pull her invading fingers out. The brunette glamour model  was irritated; Denise’s superior strength was proving to be a real hindrance to her efforts. But just as quickly, the fitness model’s own fingers were inside Lucy, and now it was her turn to buckle. She’d forgotten how much Denise’s fingers filled her so, and she nearly collapsed with their sudden entry. She again noted their easy insertion and how wet she still must be, but she quickly put that out of her mind, trying to maintain her focus.

With one of Denise’s hands now occupied, (albeit buried deep in her sex), the fitness model herself was now vulnerable to her own attack. Denise fucked her pussy with more vigor now, her left hand landing a blow to her round buttocks, but Lucy was determined, and despite the sensational feelings, she reached her left hand down and rolled Denise’s large clit between her fingers before sliding two of them in. Denise’s eyes widened and her own pussy manipulations faltered, the beautiful ecstasy clouding her mind. With her free left hand she attempted to stop Lucy’s, but Lucy grabbed hold of her wrist and prevented it.

They were at a stalemate, both on their knees, fingers deep inside the other’s pussy, Lucy’s free hand clutching Denise’s idle wrist. To maintain her dominance, Denise freed her wrist and seized control of Lucy’s, an inconsequential reversal, the real action occurring downstairs. She could feel the freshman’s hot breath on her neck, while perspiration gathered on her forehead. Her hulking bicep and tricep muscles tensed as she continued to pump away at Lucy’s hot pussy.

Lucy, meanwhile, made sure to keep constant pressure on Denise’s clit. Her index and middle fingers were buried so deep, she was able to pinch the big clit with the ball of her thumb. She lowered her head to add some breast sucking, making sure to hone in on Denise’s gold piercing, and the bodybuilder threw her head back and bellowed. Denise lifted one knee so she was in a more balanced kneeling stance, but that only gave the brunette better access and penetration, and she was forced to return to her original position, dipping her hips slightly, only to have Lucy’s lips and fingers follow, not missing a beat. She looked down at the soft woman, furiously pumping away at her pussy, attached to her nipple. She couldn’t see Lucy’s whole face, but she gave off a determined energy that was not to be underestimated.

Denise freed Lucy’s wrist, and taking hold of the back of Lucy’s head, pulled her off her tit. Lucy looked up at her in surprise, panting from the sensations and her own exertion. The fitness model grinned down at her, and let a strand of saliva dribble out of her mouth and onto her left tit, sliding down and cresting off the stiff nipple.

“Yeah, you like that, girl? Suck it off,” she moaned.

Lucy was reluctant to resume her sucking, her contrarian nature kicking in even though she’d been doing it mere seconds before.

“I said, ‘Suck it,’” Denise repeated, dribbling yet more spit onto her breast and forcing Lucy’s face onto it.

Lucy scrunched her face and gurgled in protest as she was smothered by the firm tit, but she caught the rest of the saliva waterfall in her mouth and gorged herself on it, quietly moaning at how sexy it felt.

Denise grinned at her dominance, but Lucy’s sensual tongue and relentless fingers only brought her closer to orgasm. She was paying the price for it and wondered if that had been such a good idea. Her thigh muscles began to twitch as Lucy’s two fingers drove in and out, thumb working over her clit. Just as Lucy considered entering a third finger to the mix, the bodybuilder made her move.

Keeping her right hand imbedded in her opponent, Denise removed Lucy’s hand from her own pussy and rapidly pumped her fingers inside Lucy, facing no rebuttal.

“Ahhhhhhh!Ohhhh...unhhhnnn” Lucy yelled.

She scrambled to relocate Denise’s pussy, but the bodybuilder squatted over her now, dodging and fucking her so furiously, she couldn’t find the mark. Eyes shut, mouth agape, Lucy arched her back, the power and speed of Denise’s thrusts overwhelming her. The aggressive move had caught her off-guard, and she struggled to recover. By now Denise’s thumb was massaging her clit and Lucy desperately wanted to get her hands back on the fitness model’s pussy. She tugged on Denise’s wrist with both hands, but couldn’t get it to budge, and her fingers wrapped around the wrist as much for balance than anything else. Wet juices flowed like a river from Lucy now, and they could both hear the wet slopping of Denise’s fingers machining in and out.

More determined than ever, her juices dripping down freely her thighs, she was finally able to pull Denise down to her knees and find her pussy. There was little relief however, as Denise’s strokes may have decelerated, but they remained deep inside, penetrating her at will. Although Denise couldn’t maintain the rapid pace, the barrage had worked, giving her a slight advantage; Lucy was now dangerously close to another orgasm, while her own fingers tried to re-attain their previous rhythm. She finally managed to hit Denise’s spot just right, as evidenced by the beefy woman's low groan.

But Lucy’s heartbeat quickened and her ass and back muscles started to tense. As Denise’s thick thumb mashed into her clit, she knew she had to move, otherwise she was finished. Using both hands, she grabbed Denise’s wrist, whose momentary relief when the Lucy's fingers departed her sex, turned to shock when Lucy managed to pull herself off her relentless fingers. Her back to the bodybuilder, she attempted to retreat across the mats, but her legs were uncooperative and she could only manage to crawl. She knew she looked ridiculous and maybe a little pathetic, but she squeezed her pussy together and focused on stalling what was happening to her body.

Denise smiled broadly and nearly laughed out loud at the fleeing brunette, but recognized that Lucy was very close to cumming, and quickly made the effort to reel her back in.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” she said, grabbing hold of Lucy’s left foot.

Lucy yelped as Denise stretched her left leg out while her right knee remained bent, and the fitness model proceeded to drag her on her knee, split legged across the mat. Lucy grunted in disapproval at her handling, but was still satisfied with the reprieve she’d earned herself; she knew it wouldn’t last forever.

Her hands grasped out in front of her futilely, her stiff, long nipples scraping across the mat as she was dragged back to her previous location. Denise was fully amused by her own strength, and to hammer home just how powerless Lucy was, she stood and held the brunette’s leg in the air, stretching it out further. As the hold became more uncomfortable, Lucy attempted to free her foot.

“Let me go, bitch!”

Having received the response she’d wanted, Denise grinned and flipped the freshman onto her back and pounced, situating herself between her legs in a flash. As Lucy tried to regain her equilibrium, Denise’s fingers had already found her pussy.

“Unhhhhh,ahh...ohhhhhhhhhhhh...ohmygodohmygodohmygod...ahhhhh..ummmmm” she groaned.

She tried to sit up, but the blonde pushed her back down. Denise’s fingers thrust intensely now, curling her fingers inside Lucy at the end of each stroke. The warmth and tingling had now spread all through her center and to her chest and shoulders, as she writhed on the mat. Lucy tightened her abs and desperately tried to sit up or scoot her butt out, but again the fitness model pushed her back down with her left hand, while adding some torturous clit work with the other. Denise spit several times on the helpless freshman’s pussy, not that she really needed it, and her strong fingers pumped persistently.

Lucy laid back in a haze, her legs obscenely spread wide, knees in the air and bent, her respite now far off in the distance, the only thing approaching now, another devastating, earth-shattering orgasm. Desperate for air, she couldn’t close her mouth, sucking in deep gulps every second. She was squirming, and Denise increased the pace with her right hand, forced to abandon the left-handed clit play to hold the girl in place.

Her second orgasm was rapidly bubbling to the surface, and she couldn’t think of what to do. She’d never had them so close together with anyone apart from Michelle Marsh. The build-up wasn’t the same for this one, yet it was upon her nonetheless. She’d reached the point of no return and had to just let it happen, not even considering it a defeat anymore.

She managed to lift her head and watched the hungry fitness model furiously working to make her cum, this powerful woman putting in so much effort, her face straining in exertion, short blonde hair damp with perspiration.

“Ohhhh yes, fuck that pussyyyyy..fuck it..fuck it....oohhhh...ahhh....ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” Lucy moaned. “Haaahhh!

“Yeah, get it slut! Give it to me!”

Lucy’s ass muscles tightened and she arched her back, up on her shoulders, pressing her feet to the mat. She pumped her raised hips, impaling herself on those heavenly fingers, her beautiful 32GGs bouncing on her chest, the shiny brown nipples darting in different directions. Her brow furrowed into a grimace drenched in ecstasy, her dimples on full display. Denise gripped her ass, the pussy so close to her face, ready to explode.

“Oh God, oh God, not againnnnn, ohgawdohgawdohgawd...aahhhhhhhh...uhhhhh” Lucy groaned, her leg, back and neck muscles straining before giving way. The small of her back dropped down, unable to keep her ass up, but Denise slipped her left hand underneath and caught her. She leaned forward and pumped her fingers inside, putting her lips on Lucy’s clit just as she was about to cum.

Lucy’s eyes flashed open, her orgasm coming almost instantly from the mouth contact, and she bucked and screamed.

“Unnnhhhhhh!!ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Denise greedily accepted the squirting love juices, and vacuum sucked the girl’s clit as her fingers pumped throughout the orgasm. Lucy didn’t even know if her eyes were open or closed; all she could see was white. As air shot back into her lungs, she sputtered. She was a jello-y mess, head wobbling back and forth against the mat, her arms limp, flat stomach rising and falling. Denise lowered Lucy’s hips back down to the mat, sucking the last juices off her fingers. Lucy’s left leg flopped out straight, while her right knee bent and fell lifelessly inward, slightly obscuring her pussy, but Denise was too busy feasting her eyes on Lucy’s heaving breasts. She laid on the mat exhausted, her pussy and thighs drenched with a cocktail of cum, sweat, and spit.

“Wow, 2 in a row. God, you’re a hungry slut,” Denise said, cozying up next to the downed model.

“Fuck you.”

Denise kissed her, Lucy tasting the familiar sweetness of herself.

“I think I just did.”

“You’re a bitch.” Lucy rubbed her forehead and bridge of her nose with the back of her hand.

“So I guess that makes me-, well, if I’m the winner, then that must mean you’re the loser? Ready to submit and become my sex slave now”

Lucy opened her eyes and stopped rubbing.

“No way.” She sat up.

Denise looked at her, surprised. “Oh?”

“Not even close. We’re not done yet.”

“Alright slut, then let’s go!” Denise smiled and licked her fingers for effect.

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She jumped to her feet, forcing the unsteady Lucy to follow, and the glamour model reached out to start wrestling again. Denise recognized a lot of her energy was gone and indulged her, not going too hard, mostly keeping her at bay, parrying her advances and keeping her distance. Slowly she felt Lucy’s strength and spirit returning, there was more bounce to her step, more strength in her arm grabs, and Denise decided to restore order.

Their hands still grabbing at each other’s forearms, she shot in on Lucy, wrapping her broad arms around Lucy’s waist. Unsure of what was going on, Lucy could only watch as she was lifted into the air and onto Denise’s left shoulder like a bag of rice. She was embarrassed by this shameless display of strength, her belly resting on the fitness model's firm shoulder, dark hair dangling down Denise’s back, giving her an up-close view of that sculpted ass. She kicked her feet, but realized she didn’t want to fall, and was forced to comply.

Denise seemed to be taking her on a tour of the entire ring, ambling around at her leisure, and the glamour model became impatient, smacking the tight, tan ass in front of her face, unappreciative of the treatment.

Denise smiled and laid down her own spanks over her shoulder, drawing a cry from Lucy, who quickly abandoned the tactic. The fitnes model decided to push her luck, and delivered 3 more unanswered spanks.

“Put me down and fight bitch!”

“Alright slut,” Denise said, and threw her to the floor of the hall. Before Lucy could get up, Denise was again on her and dragged her by her hair to the bench in corner.

She placed Lucy down on the flat bench, her head toward the press bar. It was by far the sexiest the bench had ever looked: her full, voluptuous body, laid out on her back, glistening with sweat. The fitness model knelt by her right side and began sucking her fleshy globe-shaped tits. She took a full breast in each hand and squeezed, pushing the cylindrical nipples as close together as possible so her mouth could travel less distance, as she took turns inhaling each tip. Lucy bit her lip and sighed, grabbing Denise's hair, while Denise used her tongue ring to flick and batter the shuddering model’s sensitive nipples.

Lucy was becoming accustomed to Denise assaulting her body and no less frustrated. She’d been forced to cum twice already, maybe harder than she’d ever cum before, and the way this was shaping up, on the road to a third, yet she was no closer to solving the muscular woman. She had to figure out a way to attack this incredible force, while keeping her own body in check.

“You’re not gonna get me again,” Lucy grumbled, even as her throbbing nipples enjoyed the attention, wet and stiff in Denise’s mouth.

“I’ve already gotten you twice now; I think I’ve got a knack for it. And weren’t you the one who was begging me to, ‘fuck that pussy’?”

Lucy flinched in frustration, but Denise pinched her nipples and she couldn’t suppress a whimper. The embarrassment of her own words only made Lucy more determined, but Denise wet her thick middle finger and started rubbing it right on Lucy’s clit.

“Oh no!” she cried, nearly popping off the bench. “It’s so sensitive …” Her voice trailed off as her body relaxed, her arms dangling.

Denise grinned at how the girl was reacting to her clit play. She relished owning and controlling Lucy's soft, gorgeous body, and what a wonderful body to own. Her fingers concentrated solely on her swollen clit, rubbing at a slow, sensual pace. She had her right where she wanted her and she was going to savor this. Lucy’s head was turned to the side, eyes closed, mouth open just enough to emit her distinct soft moans. Rubbing with her right hand, Denise began gently bending Lucy’s right leg toward her head, demonstrating her flexibility.

“Ooooo.”

Lucy was in familiar territory: on her back, legs spread, Denise having her way with her. She tried to push the pleasure from her mind, shaking her head as if she could clear it like an Etch-A-Sketch. She slowly opened her eyes and reached for Denise’s toned thigh on her right, and began pulling it toward her. Gently at first, but the activity focused her mind and helped control her horniness, and she pulled with more force, even if she didn’t know where she was pulling it to or what she would do with it, she just had to do something.

About to lose her balance, Denise was forced to stop her fingers and finally acquiesce, stepping over her, straddling both Lucy and the bench, facing her feet. As Denise started her fingers back up, Lucy stared up at the pussy and large dangling clit above her face. Without thinking, her fingers immediately went to work. She traced the edges Denise’s lips and easily slid two fingers in. Denise moaned and it interrupted the rhythm she had on Lucy’s clit. Her thighs quivered and her leg shifted, but Lucy’s fingers were undeterred.

Denise tried her best to control her sex, the sex that’d been charged up since the start of the encounter and desperate for release. But she focused herself and instead took her frustrations out on Lucy’s pussy. In her 69 position, she’d managed to work two fingers back into the girl’s swollen pussy, while using her left hand to rub Lucy’s clit out. Unfortunately, this was nothing new for Lucy, as she’d been in a constant state of arousal this entire time. It’d gotten to the point where she could no longer detect every minute thing the bodybuilder was doing to her pussy or clit, or how many fingers were inside of her, she could just feel her sex on fire and it was beyond her control.

Instead, she focused on what she could control: her fingers. Both her hands were at work, fingers dipping in and fucking, while the other milked Denise’s large clit. The more her fingers worked, the lower Denise’s hips dropped, so she was practically sitting on her face. The fitness model had to be much closer to cumming than her, it was just a matter of who could work faster.

Her work paid off, as Denise’s thighs twitched again and her hips dropped another few inches. Finally able to put her lips on the Amazon’s clit, she gave maximum suction and drilled her fingers in simultaneously.

“Noooo!!!” Denise had stopped her fingering entirely, groaning in pleasure and frustration.

Lucy grinned to herself but refused to stop sucking. She scrunched her eyes shut and sucked her cheeks in, milking the enormous clit with her mouth. She suddenly felt the bodybuilder move and then everything literally turned upside down. Denise’s clit slid from her mouth as the senior stood and took Lucy with her, holding her in a standing 69.

“Heyyy! What the hell?”

Her dark hair dangling to the floor, Lucy blinked several times to try and get her bearings, the flat bench no longer in sight. Their torsos pressed together, Denise’s strong arms wrapped around Lucy’s back, whose thighs and knees now rested atop the Amazon’s shoulders.

“Put me down!” Lucy twisted and protested.

But Denise’s grip was tight, and she bounced the glamour model up and down in response.

“Ohhh  …” she mumbled, the blood rushing to her head.

Lucy’s legs kicked back and forth as she contemplated a way out. She’d seen this move accomplished before and prayed a piledriver wasn’t to follow, but her thoughts were interrupted when Denise’s lips met her pussy.

“Oooooh!”

For all of her lifting, all the hours she put into her body on a weekly basis, she was being absolutely manhandled. She was completely overmatched physically, and the 2 orgasms she’d already had, showed that the brutal pounding earlier had forced her to be outclassed sexually, so why should being dangled upside down like this come as any surprise? The muscular woman was controlling her, positioning her wherever she wanted. And despite it all, Lucy still found herself turned on beyond belief; sure, maybe some of that had to do with the bodybuilder eating her out that very second, but prior to tonight, that type of humiliation would’ve absolutely demoralize her.

She was actually impressed by Denise’s physical display, and as the blood continued to flow down to her head, that tongue and mouth assaulted her pussy, Lucy suddenly felt invigorated. She braced herself against Denise’s tree trunk thighs as insurance in case she was dropped on her head, and blindly sought out the fitness model’s pussy. She took the oversized clit into her mouth, spitting on it and sucking it like a little cock, which she was very good at.

Denise yelped in response. The glamour model was attacking her with renewed vigor and her first orgasm was gradually coming to fruition. Lucy sucked and flicked the formidable clit with her tongue, and reached a hand up to prod the damp pussy. She slowly pumped two fingers into the bodybuilder as best she could for being perpendicular to the floor.

Finally, Denise couldn’t take it anymore; she clenched her ass cheeks, her legs beginning to shake, and she was forced to deposit Lucy back onto the bench. The brunette smiled broadly, congratulating herself for effectively breaking Denise’s hold. But Denise was unrelenting and already kneeling in front of her with two fingers inside her.

Lucy arched her back on the bench and groaned, running her hands through her dark hair. She felt Denise’s mouth, her tongue rapidly flicking her clit up and down. Her hands blithely caressed her sides but suddenly stopped and tensed. Her eyes flashed open and she bolted upright as her third orgasm was about to come crashing down.

“No no no no no no no no no!” Lucy repeated, trying to get away from Denise’s mouth. There’d been no swooping build-up like the others; this orgasm was already here!

Denise grinned, but kept her mouth on Lucy’s clit and looked up at the girl, sitting with her back arched, forcing her beautiful breasts forward.

“Hnnnhhh!ooooooohhh...hhnnnnnnnnhhh...aaaaaaaaaaaaa...hahhahhah” Lucy grunted.

Lucy's another earth-shattering orgasm rocked her, and their eyes locked until she tossed her head back, body jerking involuntarily, love juices gushing out of her hole and her fingers clutching the back of Denise’s long dark hair.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkk!!”

Denise laughed at Lucy’s frustration as she ripped another, then another and then another orgasm from the girl. After the sixth orgasm Lucy’s hips and abs tensed against the pumping fingers and she slumped forward, orgasming for the seventh time, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. Her thighs and the bench was totally covered with her juices and she was barely conscious, pant onto her chest. Denise gently embraced Lucy, whose forehead rested on her shoulder as she blankly stared at the floor.

Once again, Denise easily lifted the brunette, and cradling her in her arms, carried her back over to the mats. Lucy instinctively curled herself up in fetal position, her eyes fluttering shut as she mumbled soft incoherencies, too dazed to react to this demolishing physical indignity. The fitness model gently placed Lucy on the mats and knelt beside her. Lucy opened her eyes and was met by Denise’s satisfied smirk. She tried to push her away, but she was the only one who moved.

“Awww, are you mad?” Denise teased, slipping her head under the hood of Lucy’s disheveled hair.

“What did you offered my manager?”

"The chance to fuck you at his heart's wish, which he will do after i finish up using you!"

''That bastard"

She turned away from the bodybuilder, curling back into the fetal position. Denise walked to the expansive floor length mirrors and admired herself, flexing her rippling muscles, shiny with perspiration and triumph.

“Well I guess I’m the winner!” she proclaimed, flashing herself a winning smile towards the crowd, which has gone silent after the revelation.

“No!” Lucy shouted, the firmness in her voice wiping the grin from Denise’s face.

Lucy sat up glaring at Denise, her eyes almost completely covered by her dark hair.

“Seriously? Haven’t you had enough?” she asked, not hiding her frustration. “It’s what? 7 -0 already? It’s not even fair at this point.”

''It wasn't fair at any point"

Lucy fumed; she was ashamed by how the bodybuilder was dominating her, but the suggestion that she wasn’t even any competition enraged her, even if there was strong evidence to back it up. She was battered, physically and emotionally, but determined, more like desperate, to make the buff brunette cum at least once.

Denise wasn't about to divulge that she nearly came just by watching the Lucy orgasm. She was energized by all this, but fantasied what it would like when Lucy submit in front of the crowd. She was giving it everything she had, ripping orgasm after orgasm from her, yet she refused to quit.

“Let’s go,” Lucy said, pointing in front of her. “You said you wanted to go pussy to pussy against someone, well, let’s see you put your money where your mouth is, whore.”

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Panther!! Thank you for all your hard work! Loving it!

You got me cheering for Lucy!! Come on make that amazon cum! even if just once! And hopefully she gets revenge on that scum bag of a manager!!

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Denise smirked and joined Lucy on the mats. She roughly grabbed the back of Lucy’s neck, their foreheads touching.

“I’ll put my mouth wherever I want,” she said, kissing her passionately and overpowering her tongue. She broke off the kiss, and Lucy blinked and panted, trying to regain her poise.

They looked down and slowly brought their pussies together, Lucy’s face a hazy mixture of desire and weary anticipation. She was talking tough, but as she watched their pussies edge closer, Denise’s big, protruding clit waiting for her, she suddenly felt less bold. Their pussies finally met, their slick and satiny lips washing over one another, and Lucy whimpered extra loud. She’d asked for this, but her pussy was numb, yet still so sensitive and constantly on the brink; the abruptness of her last orgasm put her further on edge. Had Denise not held her by the forearm, she might have just given in right there.

They scissored their bodies together, leg over leg, both women experienced, but their pussies fit together like they were made for one another. It felt strange and uncontrollably erotic. Lucy forced herself to push back and not just let Denise fuck her, no matter how good it felt. But she wasn’t sure what she was doing, and when Denise’s big clit speared hers, she melted, her mind clouded with pleasure.

Denise lustfully watched the brunette, whose mouth hung open, dimples creasing and uncreasing as she forced her grinding hips to match the fitness model’s pace. She didn’t make eye contact and sometimes her eyes shut altogether, her head swaying side to side, softly moaning with each stroke.

When their clits brushed, it jolted both of them and they gasped, their hearts racing. Denise released Lucy’s arm and their hands instinctively went to squeeze their own breasts, tugging on their stiff nipples. Denise watched the glamour model buck against her, and reached out and squeezed Lucy’s nipple hard. Lucy yelped in pain and bit her lip, giving Denise a hurt look with her doe-eyes. The blonde had to look away, lest she fall any harder for her opponent.

She felt her hard clit pushing Lucy’s softer clit around, eliciting a labored whimper, but just because her weapon was hard didn’t mean it was unaffected by the contact. Up to this point, she’d managed to keep her orgasms in check, but that also meant she was long overdue, and the tribbing made that magnificently clear. As was the theme of the entire match, when Denise got close to an orgasm, she used her strength to manhandle Lucy into a more advantageous position, and she did just that, pushing Lucy onto her back, holding her in place and mashing her powerful clit into the prone girl.

The air was punched out of Lucy’s lungs, and whatever was left over attempted to shout, but this time Denise’s shouts of pleasure were loudest. She continued to trib from the dominant position, clutching Lucy’s left calf as she bucked and grinded, but no matter where she went, the sensations were too strong. She slowed her thrusts, gradually backing off, weary of overstimulation.

Lucy, who’d become accustomed to being on her back, almost realized it too late. She’d felt the bodybuilder’s pace slow, the dominant clit no longer engaged and she looked up at Denise. Her eyes were barely open, a sweaty grimace etched on her face. Her bottom lip protruded while her round, heavy boobs heaved. Lucy increased her strokes from below, pounding away at the easy target.

Denise nearly jerked away, but Lucy clutched both hands around her hips.

“Unnnhhh,” Denise moaned.

With every stab, it was like she was recoiling. Denise was back on her elbow now, and with two careful direct clit hits, Lucy was able to knock the bodybuilder onto her back. She was panting, desperately sucking in air. Suddenly filled with energy, Lucy’s own pleasure center was as far from her mind since the match had begun. Seizing the opportunity, she spread the fitness model’s legs and mounted her hips, grinding on top of her sensually.

“Oohhhhhh!” Denise reached out for Lucy’s hips to push her off, but instead wound up pulling Lucy down further.

Even from the seemingly dominant top position, Lucy could feel a eighth(!) orgasm brewing, and she suddenly became anxious. She had Denise on the ropes, her body couldn’t betray her now! She dug deep and quickened her pace, eager to out-fuck Denise’s clit, all the while fearful that another sudden orgasm was but a flick away.

Looking down at her struggling opponent, gallantly tribbing on, Lucy felt her ripe, heavy breasts dance as she bucked on top when she got an idea.

“Look at my pretty titties bounce, Denise. Look. The way they’re jiggling up and down.”

Confused, Denise slowly opened her eyes and Lucy’s round tits and shiny nipples came into view. The natural boob flesh deliciously shook up and down and when Lucy shimmied them, causing the hard nipples to dart back and forth, Denise tried to look away but couldn’t.

“Oooooh!” Lucy moaned exaggeratedly. “You’re fucking me so goooood!” She simultaneously stabbed her clit home, bringing shouts from the stronger woman. Denise’s halfhearted pace had slowed considerably, distracted by Lucy’s words, captivated by her body. “Think of all the things you can do to me after you beat me. Eat my wet pussy, nurse at these heavy, round, ripe nipples.” Lucy licked her finger and circled her areola. Denise grunted in despair; Lucy was capitalizing as best she could. “Hold me in those strong arms, I can’t get away, you can have your way with me. I’m your sextoy.”

Lucy had no idea where this was coming from, she’d never spoken like this ever, but she loved the reaction she was getting. She felt empowered and in control for the first time all night. “Pin me down and sit on my face, grind that big, strong clit of yours all over my lips. Make me your bitch!”

“Oooooh!” Denise screamed.

She was about to cum, yet still refused to give in. The bodybuilder wanted to do all those things, but she tightened her ass, desperate to control herself even though against her wishes, her own thrusts had all but ceased.

“Come on, fuck me,” Lucy’s sultry voice implored. “Fuck me like you own me. I want you to.”

Lucy took Denise’s round tits in each hand, her forefingers teasing the rock hard nipples, tweaking and pulling just as she’d done to her, all the while grinding the Denise's clit, moaning for emphasis.

“Oh my … unnhhh!!!” the bodybuilder bellowed like a low horn, her head thrashing to and fro. “Unnhhhh yessssss!!!! Her fingers joined Lucy’s, squeezing her nipples with such force she nearly crushed the her fingers.

Her pussy spasmed and released, spraying into Lucy’s pussy a whole match’s worth of pent up pleasure. The rest of the juices slowly oozed out and Lucy kept going, kept riding her, vanquishing the fitness model at least for one.

“Ohh ohhh oh …ahh...oooooh....ohhhhhhh”

Lucy eventually dismounted Denise and rubbed the model's swollen vulva up and down.

“No more!Please! I beg you!” Denise moaned, her muscled thighs clamping shut.

Lucy beamed with pride, massaging the fitness model’s juices into her own pussy but careful not to send herself overboard.

“Got you,” she said, resting her chin on Denise’s bicep.

She grunted in response. For awhile all they could hear was her low panting, as Lucy’s finger idly traced lines in the sheen of sweat between the bodybuilder’s cleavage. Denise had to admit, that orgasm was phenomenal; the glamour model had gotten her good, and she could practically feel Lucy’s self-satisfaction radiating from her body. If she hadn't brutally pounded up Lucy beforehand, Denise had no trouble imagining that Lucy would have beaten her hands down in sexfight.

“I’m still winning,” Denise said, finally able to speak. “By a lot.”

The brunette angrily withdrew her tracing fingers. “Humph.” The truth slightly dampened Lucy’s achievement, but made her cling to her triumph that much more.

“You came hard 7 times before you could get that one out of me.” Denise was back to her knees, circling and stalking her prey as Lucy slowly crawled backwards, eyeing her warily.

“Nothing to say?” She closed on the brunette, grabbing the back of Lucy’s hair, their faces inches apart. “You sure had a lot to say when I was cumming.”

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, not backing down. She tried wriggling her head free. “Yeah well, there’s more where that came from.”

Denise grinned. “Show me.”

Their lips attacked and they groped each other’s bodies, Lucy emboldened, buoyed by her accomplishment, Denise determined to finish and break the model once and for all, and make her submit. Lucy wrestled Denise’s tongue in her mouth and when hers was overwhelmed, she’d break off the kiss then re-engage. While the score gave her no reason to, for the first time in the match, Lucy felt like she stood a chance. Maybe the aura had been lifted and Denise was no longer this unbeatable Goliath. She nibbled on Denise’s bottom lip, stretching it between her teeth before letting it snap back, making the fitness model moan.

Lucy lowered her gaze and grinned devilishly, licking her lips. Denise attacked her with zeal, growling like an animal. There were no words exchanged, just the sound of their smacking lips and moans, and both combatants knew it had come down to this.

Denise grabbed the sides of her opponent’s face and laid one more powerful kiss on the girl before shoving her away, leaning back on her hands to offer her pussy. Lucy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and did the same, scooching her vagina into position. As soon as she was close, the fitness model pressed her sex on top of Lucy’s, drawing a gasp from the latter who, frustrated she was again beaten to the first punch, pushed back, forcing Denise to gasp this time.

Lucy licked her fingers and rubbed them onto her pussy, but Denise did her one better, leaning over and leaking a mouthful of saliva onto their joined pussies.

“Oh fuck,” Lucy said, the wetness smearing all over their lips.

They sat scissoring, leaning back for leverage, their arms behind them, keeping their bodies upright. Lucy could feel the back of Denise’s thigh grinding on top of her hip bone as hers did the same. The fitness model reached her right hand out and pinched Lucy’s right nipple between the ball of her thumb and forefinger.

“Uh yeah, grind that fucking pussy on me. Yeah,” Lucy said. In return, her hand found Denise’s nipple ring and tugged.

Their hips moved up and down in concert, Denise’s six-pack and Lucy’s flat stomach flexing and unflexing as they rubbed their pussies together. They made occasional eye contact, but when their clits brushed, they were forced to look away and concentrate, weathering the pleasure storm.

As their pace quickened, Lucy groaned and licked her lips; her chest felt tight. She was exhausted, but she focused on spearing Denise’s clit with the kind of regiment and commitment she put into her workouts. She fell into a daze and it didn’t matter what the score was or how much she’d been dominated to this point, it was all about bringing Denise to that next orgasm.

Once again, the fitness model’s clit was proving to be as sensitive as it was large. Every time Lucy’s clit struck hers, the pleasure seemed to endlessly radiate through the thick nub. She had to hand it to Lucy, she was used to getting her way, and after forcing Lucy’s seventh unanswered orgasm, she’d thought the girl was finished. But she’d shocked her in the match, especially with her words. Her dirty talk was just as responsible for sending Denise over the edge, expertly using her infatuation with the brunette’s body against her.

Realizing recounting her first orgasm was counterproductive, she looked up at Lucy, who was staring directly at her, biting her lip and moaning. They might have been exaggerated moans for effect, but either way, it was working and she shifted her hips to dodge Lucy’s clit.

They pressed on, the insides of their thighs contracting, exposing that sexy well their hip adductors formed. Lucy leaned forward to her left and gripped Denise’s right hip for added leverage, applying significantly more pressure to the bodybuilder’s pussy.

“Ohhh!” Denise shouted.

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She clenched her eyes shut, trying to regain her composure. She reached for Lucy’s opposite hip in return but she couldn’t take the extra sensitivity, and her hand simply came to rest. Realizing Denise’s strokes were again slowing, Lucy continued to hunt and spear the bodybuilder’s clit. Their wet slits slid over one another and she felt Denise shudder. It was further evidence that her efforts were not going unrewarded, and Lucy was filled with new found enthusiasm, a jolt of energy and confidence. Denise leaned further back on her arms, practically on her elbows now, her face pointed toward the ceiling, groaning in her low voice.

The brunette reached down and took the oversized clit between her fingers and began jerking it in unison with her hip strokes. Denise shouted, her head snapping forward to watch what the girl was doing to her. Lucy’s tongue wagged as she worked, delighting in how she was taking it to her opponent.

Lucy paused and rolled the clit between her fingers, and the fitness model wanted to knock her hand away, but she couldn’t muster the strength. Her arms gave way and her shoulders hit the mat. She stared up at the ceiling trying to make sense of it all, when Lucy’s dark hair bobbed into view. She was on top of her now, having quickly taken to grinding down, finding a home against Denise’s big clit. Lucy’s clit was overpowering hers, and all she could do was grimace.

Lucy sneered as she bounced a top the stronger woman, her wet nub dancing over Denise’s with succinct staccato strokes. It was turning into familiar territory for both, and Lucy gripped just above Denise’s hips, pounding home her advantage.

“Mmm, you like how I fuck you so good?” she teased. “Look at me while I fuck- youuu!!” She squealed as Denise suddenly bucked her hips, hitting her clit just right.

Lucy took a disconcerted breath and resumed grinding, but the jolt alerted her that the all too familiar tingling in her pussy had returned. She put on a brave face and drove her clit home again, but it sent waves through her core, and she was realizing she couldn’t use her clit as a weapon and not suffer any repercussions.

In the midst of warding off her own orgasm, Denise had to remind herself to maintain some offense, and her first return strokes from the bottom were working better than she could’ve imagined mere moments ago. Her endurance was proving to be formidable, while injured Lucy’s adrenaline rush showed signs of faltering, as each thrust sent shivers through her body. Forced to quell the mounting pleasure within, her trash talk was replaced with soft moans. Lucy may have been in the more dominant position, but it was Denise who was quickly seizing the advantage.

As Denise found her rhythm, her clit advantage took over, constantly locating Lucy’s swollen clit and mashing it from underneath. Lucy bit her lip and whimpered.

“Fuck,” she moaned under her breath.

Denise pumped harder and harder, bucking the model on her hips, fucking Lucy’s pussy with her clit.

“Nooo!” Lucy clutched the fitness model’s six pack to hold on.

Denise battered Lucy’s defenseless clit, whose entire rhythm had been thrown off. She bounced and howled, head back, her beautiful, heavy breasts shaking up and down. Denise loved watching those perfect breasts move in unison. Lucy tried to find her breath but every thrust punched it out of her.

“Argh!” she groaned in pleasure and frustration.

Distraught, she couldn’t understand how this was happening. She desperately wanted to take advantage of her position, but her pussy just wouldn’t cooperate. She made another attempt at offense, mashing her hips down on Denise’s but the growing orgasm inside was even stronger this time, and she tightened her abs in an effort to control her pussy.

Denise’s body was a revelation; her shoulders, quads and abs all pumping and flexing with her dominant clit as it relentlessly jack-hammered up at Lucy’s sex. Lucy’s face was flush with agony as she wailed on top, trying to strike her clit back but unable to withstand it. She tried for the fitness model’s clit but Denise caught her wrist.

Desperate, Lucy had no choice but to try and escape, but when she lifted herself off Denise, the fitness model grasped her forearms and held her in place. Lucy was squatting over Denise, and the fitness model used her grip on Lucy’s forearms for leverage as she pounded her pussy even harder.

“Ahhhhh!” she whined.

Denise pushed Lucy onto her back, reversing their positions and continuing to drill her sensitive pussy. The size of Denise’s clit now worked to her advantage, plunging into Lucy’s damp hole and battering her clit. The model’s face was frozen in contortion, her moans almost inaudible, the pleasure overwhelming. She fought back valiantly, her clit stabbing and folding over Denise’s shaft. Denise let out a low groan like she was gutting out a lifting set and Lucy’s clit was clearly no match.

There was no hope of changing positions; Lucy’s hips were too tired under the weight, the brutal pounding that Denise gave eaarlier hs taken their toll on her. She was simply unable to muster enough strength. Her arms flopped above her head and her eyes fluttered shut. Denise pinned Lucy’s wrists with her left hand, while her right caressed Lucy’s soft, ripe breasts, shaking it by the nipple. She kissed and licked Lucy’s cheek while she panted.

“Ohhh, you’re fucking my clit,” she murmured. She managed to crane her neck up, but Denise pressed her head back down and fucked her, her hard nipples raking across the brunette’s.

Denise rejoiced in her head, but continued to bully Lucy’s clit with her own; it wasn’t over until someone came.

“Oh God!” Lucy said, biting her lip.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?”

“No!” Her body tensed as her orgasm brimmed to the surface.

“Say it! Tell me you submit!” Denise said.

“Oh! Oh! I’m cummingggggg!!” The ecstasy seized her all at once and she finally released, giving in to the powerful bodybuilder. “Oooooohhhhh! Ahhhh...ohmygawd...uhnnnn”

Lucy could feel her hot, sticky juices smearing against their lips as some of it dribbled down to her asshole, the blonde continuing to pound her pussy. The wet slapping noise subsided as Denise slowed, but she refused to break contact with Lucy’s over-stimulated clit.

“Ahhh!” Lucy squirmed under her, her chin pointed to the ceiling.

“Say it.”

“Ohhh, unnh, no, no!”

Denise continued to slowly rub up and down.

“Say you’ll be my sexslave. Say that you submit”

Lucy was a spasming mess and all she wanted was an end to the sensitive rubbing, yet still she resisted. Last time someone became Denise's sex slave, Denise tortured her so badly that the poor girl could not touch her pussy for a month.

“Say it!” Denise said, bending Lucy’s swollen clit with her own.

“Ohhhh, noooo...ahhhhhhhh...nooo... …” she breathed, squeezing her thighs together and shuddering and still squirting her juices.

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Denise stood up in frustration.

Lucy rolled to her side and sucked air, cupping her abused sex as a few more involuntary quivers shook through her. The damp hole was still spewing juices. Lucy just lay there holding her injured body. Denise stood over her defeated foe, who refused to accept that she has been defeated completely. 8-1!! How much she must do the get the submission from Lucy. And she needs to win by submission to gain a foothold in the figt club again. That's why she made that deal with that slime ball manager.

Denise's foot flattened out Lucy’s limp body so she lay on her back spread-eagled, her breasts rising and falling. She placed her foot on Lucy’s chest and pressed her boobs almost flat. The bodybuilder wanted there to be no question that once and for all, she was the victor.

But that was not lost on Lucy, who stared up at the ceiling, the defeat slowly settling in. She was exhausted, her extremities tingled with fatigue, and she was relieved it was over. Even if she’d wanted to challenge the blonde again, she couldn’t muster any more energy. She’d given it all she had, never backing down, and that softened the blow of the loss.

Denise was just as wiped, but excitement and frustration emanated from her. She let the beaten girl rest a little longer, but after a minute she couldn’t wait to finish this match. She leaned down and kissed Lucy, her tongue once again asserting its dominance, and the glamour model struggled beneath her, still catching her breath.

“You will sorry if you dont submit now. You have already lost. I will use you so badly, that you won't be able to touch you pussy ever again. Submit now, WHORE!” she said, pulling Lucy to her feet by her hair. With Denise’s help she was able to stand on her weary legs.

“No. We both know this was not a fair fight. You can't make me submit.”

Denise’s hand shot down to the loser’s crotch and Lucy yelped. “Are you still trying to be smartass? Am I going to have to bloody beat that pussy again?”

“Do whatever you want to me. But you wont get a submission”

Denise kissed Lucy hard; she was getting angry. Any sliver of pride Denise had before the fight was put aside as she reasserted her control. She wanted to win at any cost. She broke the kiss and in one fluid motion, tossed the beaten girl over her shoulder, marching her over the ring to the wall of mirrors. By now, being manhandled by the stronger woman had become commonplace, an unequivocal fact Lucy was forced to accept, but that didn’t mean her ego enjoyed the treatment. With ease, she lowered Lucy’s feet to the ground, and she stood in front of the bodybuilder, anxious and panting. Denise spun the girl around and pressed her cheek to the mirror, caressing her body and kissing a wet trail down the brunette’s taut back. Lucy sighed and turned her head to watch, but Denise laid a stinging blow to her buttocks.

“Ow!”

“Turn around,” the fitness model said firmly. “Watch your slutty self in the mirror while I fuck you.”

Lucy stared at her reflection, her face flush and damp, but just as pretty as ever, she had to admit. She had no choice but to obey Denise, and that made her even hotter. She panted as Denise’s hands teased her ass and thighs, refusing to touch her abused pussy that now dripped freely for more sex.

“Ohhh!” Denise squeezed her inner thigh, her thumb just under her ass cheek.

She started to turn again and Denise grabbed the back of her head, pressing Lucy’s lips to her strong bicep. The glamour model instinctively turned her face.

“Now be a good girl, worship me.” She ran her fingers through Lucy’s soft dark hair.

“Why don’t you worship this?” Lucy showed her pussy to Denise.

Denise ignored her. “Let’s see that tongue.”

Denise spanked the glamour model's ass but Lucy moaned in response. The fitness model licked two fingers and gently rubbed them against Lucy’s sex.

“Mmmmmmm!” she moaned, her tongue now lapping away with lust.

“Ooooh, you like that now, hmm? Guess all you needed was a little incentive.”

“Oh, you sick bitch,” Lucy panted, feigning indignation.

“Shut up!”

Lucy couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to this; it tasted salty and wet with a slight odor, but she suddenly found the bodybuilder's boobs on her face. She feasted harder on the round flesh as the bodybuilder’s pace quickened on her swollen clit. It was sore to the touch, but with the all pleasure radiating from it, it was worth the discomfort. Just as she plunged a finger into her pussy it was retracted, and Denise withdrew her boobs from Lucy’s face.

“Ow!” Denise gently spanked Lucy’s behind again and Lucy pressed both hands and forearms against the glass for support.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you little slut, my personal whore?” the bodybuilder whispered in her ear.

“uhhnnn...uhnnn,” Lucy moaned, flashing her dimples, making Denise’s insides burn.

“Good.”

She licked Lucy’s cheek, and tilting the brunette’s head back, slowly rubbed two fingers against her lips. She slowly slid them into Lucy’s mouth until they were knuckle deep. Lucy gagged slightly, but she closed her eyes and slowly slithered her tongue around the digits. Denise worked the fingers in and out and they were quickly coated in saliva.

“Thaaat’s a good girl,” she purred, her firm muscles clutching Lucy from behind.

Her other hand molested the loser’s tits and nipples as she continued to fuck her mouth. Lucy’s nipples throbbed, they’d been aroused for so long. Denise removed her fingers from Lucy’s mouth and smeared the excess saliva all over her lips and cheeks.

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“Ohhh, you’re making a mess aren’t you?” Lucy pouted in disapproval but knew she was in no position to argue.

The beefy brunette positioned herself behind Lucy’s beautiful ass and slowly began rubbing her groin against the glamour model’s round bottom. Without warning, she pounded her crotch against Lucy’s ass, shaking her entire body.

“Oh!” Lucy turned toward the bodybuilder but Denise’s right hand left her nipple and forced her head back around, her nose pressing against the glass. The crowd watched in rapt attention.

“Look at yourself while I pound this ass from behind.”

Lucy groaned as the fitness model slammed her crotch into her ass, jolting her body forward, her round, heavy, ripe breasts wobbling back and forth, Denise’s firm fingers attached to them all the way.

“God, I wish someone had brought my strap-on,” Denise moaned, continuing her motions. “Then I could just fuck this pussy and ass of yours all night.”

Lucy purred at the thought, even if she feared for her health a little. Denise adjusted Lucy’s hips back toward her more, giving her more room to bend the glamour model over. She pulled Lucy’s head back by the hair and smacked her ass.

“Oh! Owww!”

Denise leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Look at yourself in the mirror, that’s it.” Lucy moaned and pressed out her lip, cautiously obeying. “Yeah, look at that pretty little face of yours.” Denise licked her cheek and she closed her eyes. “Ah uh, open them! Yeah, look at those dimples; God you’re a sexy bitch. Watch those titties of yours bounce while I fuck you from behind.”

Lucy bit her lip again and watched her breasts dance forward and back as Denise pounded her groin into her ass. Denise’s fingers reattached to her breasts, squeezing and using them for leverage.

“Ahhh,ohhh, ahhhhhhh” Lucy moaned, grinding her ass against Denise’s sex.

“That’s it, grind on me, ohh that’s a hot slut, yeah!”

If Lucy bent just right and widened her stance, their pussies would graze and Lucy would moan in ecstasy. Even after the incredible sexual beating she’d taken, the contact still got her off, and she began to position herself so more of the blows would graze her vulva.

Denise ground Lucy’s nipples between her fingers and continued to slam her hips against the glamour model from behind, so content and turned on. She gave her one more forceful pound with flourish, pressing Lucy’s body against the mirror, sandwiching her between it and her rock hard body, her sheen of sweat smearing on the cool glass. Lucy turned her head and coo-ed.

When she felt the bodybuilder’s body slip away she was filled with disappointment, but the fitness model bent down to Lucy’s pussy and gave it a lick, sending shockwaves through her. That whole time she’d been yearning for something to touch her pussy, maybe even Denise’s hard plastic cock, and finally the buff brunette was doing something to help extinguish her sexual flames. With her tongue, Denise pressed a thick glob of saliva onto Lucy’s pussy before lapping it up. After several precious licks, she slid two fingers against the girl’s smooth lips.

“Such a hot fucking loser,” Denise said, as Lucy moaned and leaned harder against the mirror.

Her hands caressed up and down Lucy’s tight thighs, licking and nibbling at them, while Lucy shook in anticipation of Denise’s fingers.

“Pinch your nipples. Hard. Harder!” Lucy pinched them until she winced. “Bend over, yeah, that’s it. Let me see that sweet ass of yours again. You see yourself in the reflection? Pull on those nipples!”

Lucy looked up at her panting reflection, the mirror smudged with her sweat, a small ring of her breath appearing and disappearing. She pulled on her erect nipples with her thumbs and fingers just as she was told, squirming under her own manipulations. “Now touch yourself.” Lucy demurely looked in Denise’s direction for assurance.

“Do it,” the brunette instructed.

Denise took several steps backward and sat herself diagonally to Lucy, who tingled with anticipation; she’d been longing for the bodybuilder’s thick fingers. Denise sat herself on the mats and from her angle, she could see both Lucy’s ass and her reflection, getting the visual of two Lucy’s instead of one. She watched the mirror as the brunette’s hand slowly slid down to her sex, then switched to watch Lucy’s body as the tips reappeared just under her firm ass cheeks and rubbed.

“Oh, that’s beautiful.” Denise nearly made herself dizzy alternating between watching Lucy and her reflection, as she spit on her own fingers and started rubbing her pussy.

Lucy rested her right elbow against the mirror as her left hand massaged her clit and pussy. Somehow even after cumming so many times by the fitness model’s hand, masturbating in front of her and the whole crowd was very stimulating. She stared into her doe-eyes as she panted in front of her reflection, getting herself off, the shame of herself staring back at her sending her closer to the edge. But she wasn’t the only one getting off on her self-pleasure, as Denise was furiously frigging her large clit and pussy on the mats behind her.

“Did I say to stop pinching your nipples? Keep touching yourself and pinch those nipples.”

Lucy obeyed and immediately whimpered, her knees temporarily buckling. Denise grinned and licked her lips, continuing her own masturbation, loving every minute of controlling the glamour model’s beautiful body in this new way.

“Did you win your sexfight, darling?”

“Not yet” Lucy whispered between shudders.

“What’s that?”

“No! I still didn't lose” she said louder.

Lucy’s forehead pressed against the mirror as her fingers continued to work her pussy and nipples. She was almost to the brink, the visual of watching herself in the mirror and Denise’s verbal subjugation sending her into a frenzy. But just as she was about to cascade into her ninth orgasm of the night, the bodybuilder was suddenly at her side and grabbed a hold of her wrist.

“Uh ah! You don’t get to comeeee with submitting first.”

Lucy opened her eyes and let out a disapproving moan that turned to a pitiful whimper. Denise smiled broadly at her frustration, and kissed and bit at the glamour model’s tan shoulders while filling her hands with her full, round breasts. Lucy leaned her head back and breathed into the mirror as her hand defiantly drifted back to her sticky pussy.

“You little slut, what did I just say?”

In quick succession, Denise spanked Lucy’s ass, pulled her fingers from her pussy, and sucked them clean before laying another kiss on her conquest. She ran her hands through Lucy’s dark locks and pushed the girl to her knees. Lucy complied and slowly kissed a trail down Denise’s washboard abs before coming to a kneeling stop in front of Denise’s winning pussy.

The fitness model took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her hands still on the back of Lucy’s head. “Eat me.”

Lucy took hold of the senior’s powerful thighs and buried her face in her crotch, licking the pussy from back to front before sucking in the large clit. Denise shuddered, gritting her teeth. Lucy lost herself in trying to gain points by staying in the match as long as possible, licking and sucking Denise’s pussy like a proper slut. Denise loved the feel of Lucy’s satin tongue on her lips and how enthusiastically she sucked on her erect clit.

“Yes, just like that …”

Denise clutched the back of Lucy’s head as she started a rhythm, pumping and grinding her hips, forcing the huge clit into Lucy’s mouth and smearing pussy juice and saliva all over her face. Several times she had to turn and catch her breath, but the bodybuilder didn’t mind, rubbing her sex all over the loser. But as if to further taunt Lucy with her incredible sexual control, Denise abruptly stopped the pleasure and leaned down to the kneeling glamour model.

“On your back, bitch.” She rubbed their noses together, and still clutching Lucy’s head with both hands, eased her backward to the mat.

Lucy took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from under her eyes as she got situated on her back. Denise’s muscular body came into focus as she towered over her, hands on her hips. She watched in anticipation as the fitness model lowered her pussy onto her.

“Mmm, this is nice,” Denise said, bouncing on top of Lucy’s chest, slowly inching her pussy to the loser’s mouth. “This is where I belong, don’t you think?” Lucy disagreed between her legs. “See, if we’d just started here in the first place like I wanted, you could’ve saved yourself some humiliation.”

“Ugh, you bitch,” Lucy struggled.

“Are you fighting? Am I going to have to kick your ass again?” She leaned back and pinched Lucy’s nipple.

“Ow! No! Ahhh...”

“That’s what I thought,” Denise smiled and raised her pussy to complete the facesit.

The brunette felt the pressure of Denise’s hard clit and groin on her lips and chin. She breathed through her nose and gradually began licking as the fitness model shifted on her knees to get comfortable. Lucy’s arms were down at her sides, and as she began to eat out her conqueror, she rested them on Denise’s hips. Denise’s hands joined hers and she interlocked their fingers as she sensuously ground her hips against Lucy’s lips and tongue.

Lucy looked up in quiet obedience before closing them and focusing on her task. Denise’s left hand ran through the girl’s dark hair, her thumb occasionally rubbing against her forehead. The glamour model’s tongue wrestled against Denise’s clit, and she made low slurping and smacking noises that were heaven to the fitness model.

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Denise leaned back and tugged at her nipples with one, sometimes both hands. As Lucy increased her pace, her hands clutched Denise’s pelvis and muscular thighs. She moaned, and the vibrations sent shivers through the bodybuilder. Denise matched the pace and began bucking her hips, her right hand now tugging on her sensitive nipple ring.

“Oh, that’s it girl. Are you the winner?”

“Mmm mmm,” Lucy moaned into her pussy.

“No, you’re not. Who’s the winner?”

“Not you”, her sultry voice echoing off the sculpted thighs. She nibbled the winner’s clit with her teeth, making her squeal.

“And what are you?”

Lucy kept licking, hoping she could distract the fitness model and not be forced to say the words.

“I said,” Denise leaned back and gently spanked the girl’s swollen and currently unsatisfied pussy. “What are you??”

Lucy whimpered and moved her thumb up to rub Denise’s clit, continuing to slurp and eat. Denise beamed with satisfaction and clutched Lucy’s slender left wrist as she arched her back.

Allowing herself to fully indulge in her own sexual contentment, she could feel her victory orgasm approaching. Denise pinned both of Lucy’s wrists to her thighs as the brunette stuck her tongue out and shook her face against her pussy.

“Oh fuck!”

“Um hmmm,” Lucy purred.

“I’m gonna cum,” she breathed. “Put that mouth on my clit. That’s it, suck it.”

Lucy attached her mouth to the large appendage as Denise took over the movements, humping her face and pinching her own nipples. Lucy nodded her chin and squeezed in her cheeks for extra suction, awaiting the impending climax.

“Oooooooooohhhh yesssssssss!!”

The sequence of events leading up to this moment freight-trained through her and she relished dominating the gorgeous glamour model beneath her, giving her the most glorious orgasm of the day.

Denise’s abs and pussy tensed before relaxing, the latter spasming and dumping her love nectar into the Lucy’s face. She continued to howl and moan, squeezing her eyes shut, her jaw tensed before relaxing.
She finally lifted her leg off the glamour model and leaned down to lick her juices off Lucy’s chin and lips. Lucy opened her mouth and their tongues flickered against each other.

“Damn, girl. You’ve got some fight in you, I’ll give you that.”

"Yes, and I just now scored another orgasm. Its 2-9 now!"

Denise was stunned. She has beaten the girl to one inch of her life, then toyed with her, made her cum 9 times and ended with forcing her to lick her pussy!! And still she refuse to admit defeat!!!!

Denise kicked Lucy between her legs, hard. Lucy promptly fell down on mat holding her womanhood. She has absolutely no fight left, but still she will not submit.

Denise bellowed for Lucy's manager. The slime ball cam running. He had assured Denise that Lucy will not be able to hold for long, yet there was no sign of Lucy submitting.
Denise barked instruction to Lucy's manager and he ran to the dressing room and came back with a bag.

"You will not submit without a very treatment. Till now I have spared you the most pains. Now you will realize what pain means. Do you submit?"

"No"

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Denise pulled a paddle and walked towards Lucy. She pulled the beaten girl on her lap, with her ass facing the crowd.

"let the world see what a slut you are"

Denise smacked the paddle on Lucy's ass with all her force. Where earlier spanks were gentle and arousing, these were painfully hard.

phat, phat, phat...Lucy's ass sounded. She screamed, sobbed and whimpered in pain. But  Denise continued her spanking until the round, perk asses were tomato-red and Lucy was

sobbing.

Denise stood up and looked at her handiwork for a few seconds. Then she pulled out a strap on from the bag. It has a plastic cock 8 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. It

was full of protruding knobs on its body.
Denise wore that strap on. The connecting thong passed through her clit. She pulled the prone brunette by her hair and turned her over on her back. Then she spread-eagled

her so that all the body was on view to the world.

The bodybuilder lifted the glamour model's legs and knelt between them. The cock of the strap on touching the clit of Lucy.

The glamour model was long into the zone where she couldn't differ between the pain and pleasure. Still her body was responding. Her pussy started to dribble juices. Her ass

was still smarting from the pin but her nipples were getting erect again.

Denise looked at the soft body lying in full spread in front of her and almost cum herself then and there. She clenched her abs and plunged the cock into Lucy.

"Ohhhhhhhh......aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" No one thought Lucy still has the breath to scream so loud. The thong between her clit was making Denise also getting wet. She pulled out the

cock and Lucy gasped. Denise smirked and proceeded to pound Lucy. She was tired and wanted to finish the match.

The fitness model kept fucking the glamour model's defenseless body. The thick cock plopped into Lucy's banghole and spurted out juices dripping with alarming speed.

"Oh..ah..oh..ahh...oh..ahh....oh.." Lucy continued with each stroke of the strap on.
Lucy's love juices were spurting out every time the cock exited her. Denise was holding and rubbing Lucy's nipples. The sensitive and tenderized pussy of Lucy couldn't take

much and soon she was orgasming again. Her pussy was gushing out juices by bucketful and Lucy could only moan piteously.

Denise didn't stop. She continued the pounding until the orgasm stopped. She kept of fucking. Lucy was a blubbering mess on, she was having difficult in breathing.
Suddenly, Denise gripped Lucy's waist and turned her over, all the while fucking her continuously.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.." Lucy gave an ear-splitting scream.

She was now on her face on the mat and her ass was sticking in the air, her legs spread wide. Denise continued fucking her with the strap on. Now she grabbed Lucy's hanging

breast and started to twist them violently.

"ahh..ahhh...ohhh....ahhh..ohhh"

Lucy continued to moan in protest at the abuses her body was forced to go. Denise was not gong to step until she sees Lucy milked dry of all her juices. And by the amount Lucy

has cum, there can't be too much left.

The pounding continued. The sound of Lucy's fleshy ass hitting Denise's groin was on punctuated by Lucy's moans. So, Lucy has another orgasm and it continued. It was the longest orgasm that she ever had. All Lucy could do was moan now. Her body jerking to its own wishes every time the orgasm shuddering her. Heer body was also being punished by the thick cock from behind.

Denise was starting to grunt now with effort. She was thrusting as hard as she can, yet Lucy was determined to take all of them. She was getting tired and the thong in her clit was close to making her cum.

Suddenly the bodybuilder's abs clenched, she couldn't ignore the feeling that was growing in her groin as she kept on fucking Lucy.

"ahhh...ohhh....uhnnn"
Trying to control the orgasm made her stop the fucking and Lucy started to cum again. Both the brunette beauties start to cum together. Lucy's pussy was dripping the woman;y juices over the cock and Denise was holding Lucy's breasts while she shuddered and bucked and moaned.

Exhausted, Denise looked at Lucy's beaten form. She lay on her face. Her lower body was covered with cum, her breasts tender, yet she looked back.
"3-12"

Anger flashed on Denise's eyes.

[JT Edson]

Great story. I am ussually into catfights, but this is a good sexfight story as well (I'm not so much into sexfight stories). At first when you started this poll, I started fantasizing about the two lovely ladies fighting over me. After reading this, I might have to write a story about that (if and when I can find the time, lol).

Thanks for all your wonderful writing.

JT Edson

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Denise walked back to the bag. Lucy could just look on with trepidation. She was at the and of her ropes and knew that it is only matter of minutes before she will be forced to submit. She shuddered again to think what Denise would do to her.

Denise pulled out a huge dildo from her bag. It was 10 inches long and about 4 inches in diameter. She came back and stood in front of Lucy, anger burning in her yes. The bodybuilder forced open Lucy's legs and put the tip of the dildo on Lucy's clit. Lucy shuddered. Her body was responding on its own. Her abdominal muscles started to pulse, trying to get the dildo inside.

Denise looks at Lucy with hate and snarls "SLUT!". She rams the dildo completely into Lucy's pussy.

"ooohhhhh..." Lucy sits up almost straight. Denise has pushed all 10 inches of the dildo into Lucy at one go. Lucy was completely stunned. Her body was shuddering and pulsing involuntarily. She could just hold the little nub protruding outside her pussy. Soon her back muscles gave way and Lucy fell back on her back, her hands still holding her womanhood.

Denise turns over Lucy and detaches the cock from the strap on. She spits on it and rams it into Lucy's ass.

"aiiiiiiii..." Lucy could just barely scream. She lay there on her face, gasping for breath, moaning with pain and pleasure. Her breasts spread on the floor.

Denise finally takes out the last object from her bag. It was the remote for the inbuilt industrial strength vibrator inside the dildo. She takes it in front of Lucy's face so that she could understand what would happen to her, and then pressed the switch to the maximum.


"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.........."

Lucy body jerked up and kept on bouncing like a puppet. Her lower body was jumping and jerking around. Cum was spraying from her plugged fuckhole in all directions. Her eyes were closed and teeth clenched shut.  Her body kept on dancing the orgasmic dance. Lucy started experiencing the orgasm the moment the vibrator was switched on and wave after wave of orgasm kept coming making her oblivious to the world or her impending doom. And then as suddenly it started, it stopped. Lucy's body stopped jerking. Though her pussy was still gushing out juices, there was no reaction from Lucy. The vibrator kept on doing its work.

Lucy had lost her consciousness and with it lost the match. But it is not enough to gain Denise a chance to come back to the elite Fight Club.

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Denise realized it was all over. She can not play the same trick on other fighters. Her comeback would have to wait. However it was time to savoir the victory. She looked at her defeated foe. Lucy was lying spread-eagled on the mat. Her proud, heavy breast were still standing up. Denise strode forward Lucy. She posed on her broken foe with her feet on Lucy's boobs. Cameras were clicking incessantly. She gave a few more pose with Lucy under her feet. Then she made a motion towards Lucy's manager. Damien came running like a dog to her.

" From today onward Damien will be be manager. He will help me in getting back into the fight club. Damien, bring me the chain."
Damien brings a collar and a short chain. Denise puts the collar on Lucy's neck and attached the chain to it. Then she splashed a jug of water on Lucy's face to wke her up.

"You remember slut, about the contract? For the next 7 days you will be my sex slave. I would be using you as I wish. Do you understand?"

"yes.." Lucy mumbled.

Denise pulled the chain, so that Lucy was hanging from it. Her breathing stopped, eyes started to bulge.
"You will call me Mistress, you understand that whore?"
"yes mistress...."Lucy barely speaks those words...

Denise releases the chain and allows Lucy to breath. Then she forced Lucy to walk on her hands and knees like a dog through the crowd. The crowd parts, shocked beyond belief seeing the brutality meted out to their beloved Queen Lucy. No one touches Lucy. This infuriates Denise further. She had expected a stampede to fuck Lucy by all the crowd. She had no intention of stopping it. Seeing Lucy getting gangbanged by hundreds of people would have made her feel immensely better. But on one even touched Lucy.

Denise kicks Lucy in her stomach. The beaten glamour model falls flat on her face. Denise looks around to see if anyone was even remotely interested in fucking Lucy. She had planned to keep her hotel room's doors open to allow anyone to use the glamour model as they please. Hopefully the people outside the arena will be more co-operative, she thought. Denise drags Lucy to her car by the chain to her neck. Damien runs like a faithful dog after her, his eyes full of fantasy to putting his cock in Lucy.

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Denise makes Lucy walk on her knee and hands to all the way to Denise's penthouse. She makes sure all the people gets a good lok Lucy's hanging ripe, heavy, round breasts and her moist, sensitive and soft fuckhole.
She chained Lucy to the bedpost like a dog.

"I am going to clean up. Make sure the door is open. If anyone wants to come and have a go at her, make sure they do so"

" Can I .....you know....do her...?" Damien asks like a child who had been given the keys to the candy house with no supervision.
"You would love that...won't you..? haha....yess....fuck her as many times as you wish...she will be here for 7 days" saying this Denise left.

Damien was giddy with happiness. He has been dreaming of this moment since last 5 years. Lucy's incredible soft body, round, fleshy boobs, moist warm banghole...he masturbated everyday thinking about them.
He quickly took of his pant. His cock jumped to erection.

Lucy was tied with her hands over her head and she on her back. She was completely naked. She could see Damien drooling at her leg looking at her body.
Lucy hated the feeling how she has been back stabbed by this bastard. She had vowed revenge since she knew that it was Denise whom she would be facing. The bastard sold her out for a fuck.

Damien could not hold himself and plunged his cock into Lucy and started to stroke very rapidly. Excitement was so much that just after his fifth stroke he started to cum. He managed to bring it out on time and cummed on Lucy's face, covering her cheeks and eyes.

Exhausted, he hold the bedpost to keep himself steady. His cock was hanging just a few millimeters above Lucy's lips. Lucy started to lick the tip of his cock. Immediately his cock stood to attention with almost a third popping into Lucy's mouth.

Damien was shocked, then he started to laugh.
" So, you realized that I am the only one who can save you from being gangraped by everyone from here to the next town. So you are trying to please me. ha..haha....good. Please me ...and I might think of asking Denise to treat you a little better. I can assure you, whatever Denise had planned for you, if she does even half of that, you wont be able to pee from your pussy for rest of your life. So suck it my bitch...make me cum..drink my cum..."

He pushed his whole cock into Lucy's warm lips. Lucy was licking it like a pro. The whole 6 inches of Damien's cock was in her mouth and Damien was going wild with ecstasy.
Lucy makes motion with her eyes to free her hand...so that she can use those too. Damien immediately does so.

Lucy grabs Damien's cock with both her hands and pulls it out of mouth. She massages the throbbing tip of the cock and strokes it with other hand.
Damien was close to cumming again. This time he wants Lucy to drink it. Lucy squeezes his balls with one hand and grips the cock powerfully with other hand. Then as the first drop of cum appears on the tip, she twists the cock and squeezes the balls violently.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaa....."the scream cut off in the middle as Damien loses consciousness almost immediately . Lucy had twisted his cock so hard that it now hung at an angle, its muscles torn beyond saving. His balls would too need special medical attention and Lucy had grounded them like eggshells. Damien regains consciousness in a few moments, gasping in pain and unable to speak, he just whimpers. Lucy ties him up using his cloths. As she tries to move from the bed, she feels dizzy and fells down. She was still too tired, but had no intention to stay and honor the unfair contract which was got from her by cheating. As she lays on the ground trying to gather her strength and get up, a shadow crosses the door. Someone has come inside the bedroom.

"oh..ho" Lucy thought.
If it was someone who came to get the free fuck of Lucy promised by Denise all over the town, then she is in deep trouble.

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Lucy looked up and watched with relief as her lover and best friend Michelle Marsh came running down. It was obvious that she heard about the match and came running immediately

Michelle was in a worn t-shirt, so thin that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing any bra underneath it. And a pair of silk pajamas.
Michelle was a renowned fighter in the fight Club. She retired 2 years ago after having her second child. Michelle saw Lucy lying on the floor, looking at her with a feeling akin to seeing the angel. She helped Lucy get up by her shoulder and sat her on a chair.

"I heard about what was happening and immediately started to drive towards the center. However when I reached the match was over. Everybody was saying how Denise promised everyone that they will be able to have sex with you. Please tell me you didn't agree with that?"

Lucy sighed. Michelle can be as strong as ox and with a a matching aggression too. But she was really the proverbial blonde. Her intelligence wasn't her strong point. That's why Michelle, while being a good fighter, never managed to reach the top of the table. However as a tag team, with Lucy, they were unbeatable. Michelle's brawn and aggression an Lucy's cunning made them a team to behold. Together they have never lost a fight.

"That was that bastard manager. He set me up. But I have taken care of him. He won't be able to trouble anyone anymore"

"And where is that sadist bitch?"

"Taking a bath"

"That bitch!! I will kill her!!"
Michelle immediately starts to rush toward the bathing area.

"Noooo...no Michelle...noo...don't.." Lucy cried out.

But Michelle was blind with rage. She didn't heard Lucy's warning or paid attention to the fact that she last fought 3 years ago.
Giving birth to two children has changed her body. Her breasts has grown 2 size larger, softer and more sensitive, she gained a few pounds around her middle and hips too. Her once rock-hard abs were now soft as warm butter. But most importantly, her reflexes are a fraction of what they were.