(Reposting a story I did when I was here before, for those that have asked about it. Enjoy!)
The hotel suite had a huge area on which the mat was spread for the submission wrestling match between Susan and Connie. The ladies were finally present, exchanging smiles, their first time to see one another in person after much chat and, eventually, phone conversation over recent weeks setting up this match, agreeing to a location and rules. The agreed stakes were high, as both women came in with impressive win streaks, both expecting to win, both wanting to leave no doubt about who the better woman was on this occasion.
Susan and John had flown into town from the Southwest. A lovely, dark-haired, 5’5”, 128 pound Hispanic beauty, 28 year old Susan had been wrestling for a couple of years, first with John, who introduced her to his interest in women’s wrestling, then with her best friend, coaxed into arm wrestling after a workout at Susan’s, then eventually more. The cat out of the bag, Susan and Laura had been substituting part of their normal workout routines with mat sessions, Susan dominating the action. Eventually, Susan had taken arranged matches, winning most and all of her recent ones, her confidence at a high point. “Winner’s choice stakes, then. Right?” Susan asked, as she took off her robe, standing now only in a light blue thong and bra, her hair in a short ponytail, her dark skin in contrast to her opponent across the way.
Connie, an East Coaster, had flown in earlier, getting to the suite the day before and readying it just before Susan and John’s arrival. She and Bob had been doing this for years. Now 46, the 5’4”, 130 pound redhead, fit and firm, had almost 30 years of off-and-on experience. She looked at her slightly taller, shapely, younger opponent and took a deep breath as she stood, nodding, hands on her hips, down to her red thong and matching bra, barefoot, her hair short. “That’s the deal.”
“That includes a strap on treatment for the loser if the winner wants,” Susan warned, smiling, looking at Connie as if expecting an objection and knowing her husband loved those type of stakes.
“Understood,” Connie nodded back simply, as she started forward, the two of them now feet apart on the thick mat. “No punches, kicks, scratching, limited hair pulling. Most submissions or pins in 30 minutes, with breaks, wins.”
“That’s right. Then 15 minutes to do as I want with you after, ‘Ma,’” Susan smiled back, confidently, now seconds from finally getting this on.
“If you’re woman enough to handle me,” Connie responded calmly.
“No problem, Grandma,” Susan fired back, grinning. She crouched and circled, both women leaning in until their heads were inches apart and they locked up, pushing, their feet pressed hard into the mat, Susan dug hard, back arched, pressing, when Connie suddenly reversed course and pulled, a hip-toss/judo throw of Susan, sending the Latina down to the mat shoulder and back first, Connie dropping to her knees as she turned, still holding Susan as she fought to take advantage of the early move. On her knees beside Susan, her chest over the younger woman, Connie quickly swung a leg over Susan, straddling her as she held her upper arms, trying to keep her down as she took a position on Susan’s flat belly, the two struggling hard as Susan started to swing her legs up, trying to hook a foot under Connie’s arm to push her off, Connie leaning forward and moving to avoid the attempts. Pushing Susan’s arms aside and dropping hard, forward onto Susan’s head and shoulders, Connie grabbed Susan’s head, trying to smother her as she spread her knees wide to gain stability from this tough top spot as Susan dug her feet into the mat and tried to bridge her ass off the floor, unable to unseat Connie who held a secure spot, her arms wrapping Susan’s head up now despite Susan’s efforts to fight her off.
Less than a minute into the match and Connie appeared close to gaining the first submission. Susan bucked under Connie as the redhead spread her knees and dropped onto Susan, her feet hooking under Susan’s ass and legs as her chest pressed down on Susan’s face, the Hispanic woman gripping the redhead’s upper arms and shoulders, looking for room to breathe as she groaned. Unable to move the redhead, after several seconds, she tapped Connie’s shoulder repeatedly, as Connie eased up and sat up, rising and getting off after taking a 1-0 submission lead very quickly, adjusting her thong as she went to her corner, smiling at her husband as she turned, immediately ready for the next fall. Susan sat up quickly, onto her feet and paced in her corner, frustrated that she got caught so quickly and was forced to tap.
“Ready?” Connie asked, stepping forward, hands up. Susan nodded dismissively as she stepped forward and the women started to circle again. Susan continued the aggressive approach, this time ducking in and trying to reach Connie’s leg, appearing to go for a single leg takedown, her feet wide, grabbing Connie behind the knee. Connie reacted by bending forward, quickly, her chest on Susan’s back as the dark-haired woman grabbed her leg in both hands, Connie’s own hands wrapping around her opponent’s head and taking Susan’s head and arm in a quick counter facelock, the redhead’s hands coming together under Susan as she leaned forward and tried to keep her balance even as Susan secured her leg. Connie locked her hands together effectively as her leg slipped forward in Susan’s grip, the Hispanic woman bending forward at the waist, her feet wide. Connie’s counter move proved effective as she pulled Susan in tightly, hopping to keep her balance, keeping Susan from effectively pulling her foot off the mat as she pressed her chest down onto the back of Susan’s shoulders and kept her hands locked together under Susan’s neck, the dark-haired woman’s arm up and trapped against her head as well.
The hold forced Susan to lose her balance and abandon the leg effort as she slipped to a knee, facing down, her head tucked against the redhead’s side and her arm up, her free one reaching for Connie’s forearm which increasingly pressured her throat, under her chin, as the redhead adjusted her feet and stood firm, feet wide, bending forward over the Hispanic woman in a secure facelock, her opponent on a knee in front of her now. The redhead pushed the advantage, stepping forward and raising up a bit to straddle Susan’s raised knee, her thighs almost against the choked woman’s chest now. Connie pressed on, falling back voluntarily, bringing her knees up on either side of Susan and jumping into a waist scissors as she fell back, her ass hitting the mat as she locked her feet behind the Hispanic woman who remained facelocked and now scissored, in trouble quickly again. Connie looked down at Susan’s back as she again controls her opponent in this devastatingly effective combo hold, keeping Susan’s head and arm tightly held and now leaning back and straightening her legs as she squeezes Susan’s sides above her hips, her ankles locked tightly behind the controlled woman.
Bent forward, her forehead almost on the mat, Susan groans as she kneels, one arm up against Connie and held in the facelock, the other on Connie’s forearm under her chin, then reaching for Connie’s ankles behind her, the redhead’s strong thighs cutting into her sides, prying for a weak spot to ease the pressure that Connie increases with each second. “Give?” Connie asks calmly, expending little energy in such an effective hold, squeezing harder to hear what she wants to hear, then feeling Susan tap her elbow repeatedly as the Hispanic woman goes down 2-0, giving up in the combo hold. Connie relaxes her crushing thighs and eases Susan out of the facelock, laying back for a second as Susan groans in relief on her knees and elbows over the redhead before moving slowly off the redhead and crawling to her corner before standing slowly. Connie catches her breath, smiling, then sitting up and spinning to her knees and getting to her feet. With just a few minutes gone in the match, Connie has taken some of the starch out of Susan as the dark-haired, younger woman moves much slower as she breathes deeply and looks very humbled at how the match has opened.
Connie sips her water as she smiles at her hubby and allows Susan a brief minute to recover. “Ready?” she asks again as she smiles at Susan, who nods, looking down at Connie’s legs as she does, avoiding eye contact and not fully over the humbling she is getting thus far. The women approach each other again, Susan much more cautious now, responding to Connie’s feinting hands and defensive now, not initiating the action as she did the first two falls. Connie locks up Susan, as the women grab each other’s upper arms, feet shuffling, as they try to gain an advantage for several seconds, before Connie pulls Susan in against her, turning her hips and securing a headlock, bending Susan forward at the waist, both women still struggling, their feet sliding around to better their position. Connie gets her hands together and jerks Susan along, pulling the dark-haired woman’s head against her side and spreading her feet as she gains a secure hold yet again. Susan grips Connie’s elbow tightly, trying to gain room for her head, as the redhead continues to turn, keeping Susan off balance as she hangs on.
Displaying continued skill, Connie quickly jerks Susan, turning and bending, jutting her hip into the stumbling woman and hip-tossing her, Susan’s feet coming up high as Connie brings her over and down hard to the padded floor, onto the mat and falling with her, maintaining the hold. “Unnngh!” Susan groans loudly as her back hits the mat, then takes Connie’s weight on her as well, her chin tucked tightly against Connie’s armpit now as she is held, looking up at the redhead who stares down, a slight smile on the redhead’s face. Connie, on her hip next to Susan, draped over the struggling woman, pressures Susan’s head as she keeps her position aside Susan, her weight forward onto her to keep the younger woman on her back. Susan tries again to get off her back, digging her feet hard into the mat, then swinging her hips one way then the next, then bringing her feet up at Connie’s head as the redhead seems content to maintain the hold, moving her head down against Susan’s face to avoid the counter attempts of Susan’s feet and legs. The hold seems to wear on Susan as her chest heaves higher and higher now as her struggles continue, Connie’s experience showing as she lets the Hispanic woman tire while expending little energy from her top spot.
As Susan pauses to catch her breath, Connie pounces again, swiveling her hips and straddling Susan in a quick motion, still clutching the groaning woman’s head against her chest, her boob on Susan’s face, and looks down into Susan’s face, seeing the woman struggling mightily now. Connie waits for Susan to plant her feet and bridge again and takes full advantage of the less experienced and less-savvy woman’s mistake, wrapping her own legs and feet around the darker woman’s legs and clamping on a grapevine before Susan can respond, again trapping the tiring woman in a devastating combo hold as she slips her hands and arms from the headlock to a smother. Susan moans loudly now as Connie legs straighten, the muscles in her legs taut as Susan’s legs and hips quiver, her face pressed against Connie’s chest leaving her expression to the imagination as the veins in her neck are tense, her body stretched in Connie’s amazing hold. Connie wastes no time in pressuring Susan fully, having patiently allowed Susan to tire in the headlock, and her ass tightens, her body tense as she punishes Susan looking for a third submission. “Give!” Susan moans loudly, muffled in Connie’s chest as she taps furiously at Connie’s upper arm.
Connie relaxes her devastating grip on the fading woman, remaining on top of her as she smiles at the men watching before getting off Susan slowly and standing over her briefly before stepping to her corner and sipping water, catching her breath. In contrast to Connie’s fresh appearance, Susan remains on her back, her hands on her face, breathing deeply, her chest heaving, surely seeing the writing on the wall by now as she is getting whipped at every turn by an older woman no bigger than she is after setting some serious stakes. She eases up and over slowly, her body aching from the variety of holds as she eventually gets off her ass to her knees, then eases to her feet, her hands on her knees. “3-0,” Connie says, smiling as Susan doesn’t look up from the mat, her legs trembling from the grapevine, still struggling to catch her breath as Connie winks at the two men seated on the couch, watching the destruction occurring thus far.
“Ready, Sue?” asks Connie, easing forward, seeing the younger, Hispanic woman raise up and start forward, finally making eye contact with Connie as the redhead senses her opponent losing confidence. Susan doesn’t respond, but gets her hands up and crouches, matching Connie’s movements, both women circling, Connie inching closer as Susan seems to be in a slow retreat now, very different from her approach just minutes before. Connie feints at Susan low, before going for another headlock, both women clutching each other as they bend at the waist, before Connie gains an advantage and both fall to the mat, the redhead noticeably fresher than Susan, who breathes loudly, turning to the mat on knees and elbows and exposing her back to Connie.
The older woman pounces immediately and wraps her arms around the darker woman’s ribs, her chin in Susan’s upper back, as Connie is on her feet and crouched over Susan, her feet straddling Susan’s knees, bent forward and wrapped around Susan’s back. Connie slips forward a bit, her hands moving quickly under Susan’s arms and up behind her head as she straddles the younger, kneeling woman. Susan doesn’t get her arms down fast enough to avoid the full nelson, and Connie’s feet work in around inside Susan’s knees quickly as well, the redhead’s thighs closing onto Susan’s sides above her hips. Connie drops her weight onto the kneeling brunette and locks her ankles together, completing a controlling, full nelson/scissors combo and jerking Susan off her knees, flat onto her face and chest, her ass slightly off the mat due to Connie’s tight waist scissors, the older woman raising her head and looking down at the back of Susan’s head held in her grip, Susan’s forehead on the mat, her face in a grimace as she is quickly subdued and facing a fourth submission, her body immobilized except for her flailing feet, useless at the moment in this hold.
“Unnnnghhh….” Susan groans through clenched teeth, her eyes shut as Connie squeezes her and works the armhold. Looking for more leverage, Connie rolls off of Susan, bringing the struggling Latina with her as she maintains the holds and rolls to her side, now able to straighten her legs and squeezing Susan’s sides painfully, the younger woman’s waist shrinking between Connie thighs, her ass off the mat and her legs swinging uselessly. “Ahhhh!!” She shrieks. “Give!!” Connie holds her a second longer as Susan cries again, “Give!!” just as Connie lets go, relaxing her legs and releasing the losing woman’s arms. Susan rolls forward to her belly, clutching her sides, face in the mat as Connie sits up and looks down at her handiwork, demolishing the once-cocky Hispanic woman. “Four-nothing, Susan.”
Connie gets to her feet again, adjusting her thong and top and sipping water as Susan slides her knees under her, still face down, taking her time and deep breaths before getting to her knees and turning to face the woman who was handing her her ass. Connie dropped to her knees in front of the Latina 18 years her junior. “Let’s start from here,” she instructed to Susan’s relief, the two women kneeling now, facing each other, two feet apart, the match just fourteen minutes old.
“Not quite halfway through the 30 minutes. 4-0 Connie,” the redhead’s hubby proudly proclaimed, the sigh by Susan noticeable to all as the two women readied again. Connie inched forward, hands up, Susan’s reluctance palpable now as she leaned back as Connie advanced by inches on her knees. Connie wasted no time now, lunging forward, digging her feet into the mat as she pressed into Susan, her legs extending and toppling the Hispanic woman backwards, her feet under her momentarily before getting them out and swinging them as Connie fell onto her, straddling her, their arms struggling against the others. On her back, twisting and turning, Susan raised her right arm up high, getting her shoulder off the mat, her right hip off the mat as well, trying to turn Connie off her, the redhead’s chest and head pressed against Susan, trying to keep her pinned, her knees wide and her belly and hips flat against the darker woman’s hips.
Seeing an opportunity as Susan’s arm is raised, the savvy redhead slipped her head against Susan’s tricep and wraps her arms around the losing woman’s head and arm, working into a quick triangle choke, pressing Susan’s arm tightly against the side of the poor woman’s head, Connie gripping her own forearm behind the darker woman’s head as she eased up higher on Susan’s body, adding leverage to her position and the suffocating hold as the grimace on Susan’s face showed her predicament. Connie’s ass coming up slightly as she leaned her upper body into the hold straddling the darker woman, then dropped her hips onto Susan’s belly, the controlled woman’s legs flailing beneath Connie as she reacted to having the scarce wind knocked from her belly.
In control quickly again, Connie contemplates where to take it from here; a grapevine, scissors, she thinks…. Instead, she draw her knees up under her wide on either side of Susan’s ribs, tucking her feet under the loser’s hips and remains pressed against the younger woman’s chest, her head almost to the mat next to Susan’s. “Not going like you expected, Susan?” smiles Connie, almost in a whisper between breaths. Susan’s grimace didn’t change, unable to answer, her eyes shut, teeth clenched, her trapped arm above her head and her hand flailing uselessly. “Grandma, huh? You’re going to regret that big trash talk, hon,” Connie continued, now verbally punishing Susan as much as she drums the fight out of the loser physically, Susan unable to get off her back and barely holding on due to Connie refraining from squeezing her out. Until now. Connie clamps down hard now, pressing her weight onto the struggling woman and squeezing tightly, immediately getting a whimper, then a gasping throat sound from the Latina who taps Connie shoulder furiously with her free hand, her feet clenching and writhing behind the redhead. Connie relaxes the hold and turns her head to whisper in the red faced Latina’s ear, now wanting to break the woman mentally for her abuse and cockiness leading up to the match. “Were you planning on using it on my ass, Susan? Hmmm?,” Connie asks before raising up off the whipped woman, sitting on her belly briefly before standing over her for another moment, then stepping over to her corner. “I think your woman may be taking her own strappy soon, John, when I’m done giving her a wrestling lesson,” Connie proclaims, smiling at Susan’s husband and then winking at her own man. Susan listens, flat on her back, hands on her red, sweaty face, getting verbally humbled to go along with the extremely one-sided ass kicking. “5-0,” Connie states, “and looking for more.”
Susan sat up and got to her knees again, seeing Connie drop to hers, facing each other again as Connie started forward until she was a few feet from Susan. Taking deep breaths at this point, Susan got her hands up and cautiously watched, sweating, looking very different from the cocky woman who waited before the first fall, smiling, with her hands on her hips. Connie inched forward, and locked up with Susan again, both women leaning in against each other, Connie able to force Susan to straighten as she moved into the Latina. Susan turned to avoid going backward onto her back again as Connie dug her feet into the mat and pressed forward, the women falling toward Susan.
As Connie landed on Susan again, she opened her legs and straddled the Hispanic woman, who had turned away from her, almost fully to her belly now, with Connie on her back. Seeing an opportunity, Connie moves to try to chokehold Susan, her arm reaching under the struggling woman’s head and wrapping her up just under her chin before Susan can avoid it. The Latina reaches up, trying to press and pull Connie’s arm from under her chin, but Connie is quickly to her knees straddling the losing woman and securing the chokehold firmly, her knees on either side of Susan’s hips, ass up, chest pressed to the back of Susan’s shoulders. As the whipped woman squirms and pries to get Connie’s chokehold loose, the redhead rolls off her knees in a quick move to her right side, pulling the Latina off her belly and back into her, Connie’s legs wrapping around Susan’s waist and adding a body scissor to the choke to complete a crushing combo hold, adjusting to a figure-four as she seems to be effortlessly taming the fading Latina, whose face is contorted and red from the well-executed rear naked choke.
Susan’s hands pull hard at Connie’s forearm and bicep, her legs flailing slower now than they did in the earlier holds. She doesn’t last long when Connie’s legs flex tighter around her sides and the redhead seems to lean back, choking her harder. She taps Connie arm again, her eyes closed, teeth clenched, grimacing. Smiling, Connie rolls forward and relaxes both holds, pressing herself up to her hands and knees, looking down on Susan for a moment before standing and adjusting her thong. As she stands with her hands on her hips, Connie watches Susan roll over and sit up eventually. “It’s looking like a complete shut out,” Connie smiles, looking at Susan before glancing over at the men and winking.
“Eighteen minutes down, twelve to go, ladies,” Connie’s husband notes, thoroughly enjoying the trouncing his wife is methodically giving this woman who bragged and taunted so much beforehand. Susan sighs loudly as she realizes this is far from over and she is getting her ass handed to her in humiliating fashion. Her bold predictions are getting stuffed in her mouth, and a woman she can’t seem to even slow down seems ready to humble her after. She gets off her ass and to her knees as Connie drops to hers again.
“Not going as expected, Sue?” Connie taunts now, in full control, as she gets her hands up and inches forward on her knees and getting no response from the once-mouthy Susan. Susan rushes forward, trying her initial tactic of aggression and engages Connie hard, chest to chest, trying to wrap her arms around the redhead, who does the same, the women bear hugging each other for several seconds. Connie pushes free and gets her arms extended between them before falling back as Susan presses against her. Connie’s knees come up as Susan, breathing hard and scowling, pressing forward, tries to summon an attack, as Connie settles to her back, knees up, Susan pressing forward over her.
Their hands locked together, the experienced redhead counters and brings her feet up and slips one quickly over the Latina’s shoulder, her ass coming off the mat. Unable to get the second one onto her other shoulder, she locks her ankles together behind the Susan, scissoring her head and an arm. Squeezing, she looks up, the back of her shoulders on the mat, her ass up near Susan’s chest, her thigh pressing against the red-faced woman’s cheek as she holds the back of Susan’s head, adjusts and tightens the hold. Susan’s advance stops in its tracks as Connie grabs her scissored arm and pulls it up, scissoring it high against her head, while Susan’s free arm flails above her head, trying to find Connie’s ankles before settling on Connie’s strangling thigh, pulling and prying to ease the immediate pressure Connie is applying.
Connie pulls Susan’s head closer to her crotch with one hand while holding her arm by the elbow, looking up as she clamps down hard on the head and arm scissors, almost triangle choking Susan as the Latina’s face shows the pain she is enduring yet again. The redhead swings her legs hard to the side, taking Susan off her knees, the women landing on their sides now. Connie presses herself up, the hold in place, folding her legs and applying a figure four as she rolls Susan to her back and straddles her now, her feet and calves under Susan’s head and neck as she balances herself with her hands on the floor above Susan’s head, looking down into Susan’s face as the Latina’s chin is almost covered by her crotch and her arm and reddened face are framed by Connie’s thigh. Connie bounces and adjusts slightly as she secures the hold completely, her foot tucked behind her knee now, giving whipped Susan no choice yet again as Connie flexes her thighs tighter around the loser’s head and arm. “Give!….” Susan mouths, hardly audible, her face sweaty and red.
“What was that?” Connie asks, balancing herself to put her hands on her hips now, showing Susan she can control her with no hands. “We’re having trouble hearing you, hon.”
Tapping now, Susan submits again. “Give!!” she groans, slightly louder. “Please!” she adds, swallowing pride as she does. Connie relaxes the hold and unlocks her legs and feet under the whipped woman, easing off of her. She gets up and stands over Susan momentarily before wandering back to her corner, waiting, smiling, enjoying the destruction. Dumbfounded and quietly turned on by what he is seeing, John wonders how much more his cocky wife can endure as he watches her roll and rub her shoulder as she sits up, opening and closing her mouth as well, rubbing the hinge of her jaw on the side of her face.
Susan, moving ever slower, rolled off her ass and back onto her knees, adjusting her thong and top, as Connie dropped to her knees again, squarely in front of her, a contrast in wrestlers now. “Ready?” Connie asked quietly, easing forward, seeing Susan getting her hands up. Connie feinted with her hands, pressing forward and engaging Susan, digging her feet into the mat and forcing the Latina to bend backward until she started falling back, turning slightly as she did to avoid getting put on her back. On top now, Connie straddled Susan, trying to keep the squirming brunette under her, as Susan turned to her side pulling Connie’s head into a side headlock against her, the redhead straddling her, ass up, head down against her foe, grabbing Susan’s wrist and arm tightly as the brunette hung on, trying to defend herself.
Methodically, Connie worked her hands around Susan’s grip, prying, as the brunette turned away from her to the mat, face down, grimacing as she tried to hold Connie’s head against her, feeling Connie slipping her head free. Breaking Susan’s grip enough to slip her head free, Connie holds Susan’s arm as she straddles the brunette, sitting on her back now and reaches for Susan’s chin, trying to pull it back, Connie’s feet coming forward and wide on the mat on either side of Susan, trying to apply a camel clutch. The tired brunette quickly tucks her chin, trying to avoid Connie’s hand, as Connie sits heavily, sliding her ass up to the small of Susan’s back and begins pulling Susan’s head backward, the grimacing brunette quickly looking at the ceiling as Connie lets her elbow go and brings both hands to the loser’s chin, bending the brunette harshly now, Connie’s feet pressing into the mat hard as the brunette’s hands pry at Connie’s fingers on her chin. “Unnngh!” Susan groans, her eyes shut and teeth clenched, both husbands looking on as Connie has her again.
Susan’s body bends further and further as Connie pulls, leaning back, as Susan pries at her hands, forcing Connie’s hands off her chin a bit, slipping free enough that Connie stops pulling and bends forward, as Susan gets momentary reprieve and her chest and head come forward to the mat. Connie bends forward, crouching over Susan’s head as the dark-haired, overwhelmed woman tucks her chin and puts her hands up to her throat, elbows out, to keep Connie from grabbing her chin again. Her head lowered just behind Susan’s, her knees and feet wide, ass up, Connie slips her hands under Susan’s elbows and up behind the losing woman’s head, securing a full nelson, and forcing Susan’s tired arms up, over her head. Connie locks in the hold, raising up, getting her feet in front of her once again, and bringing Susan with her, bending her backward again as Susan’s chest is pulled off the mat, the grimace on her face visible again to their husbands, her back arching further and further. “This is actually more secure,” Connie grins as she holds Susan helpless in a modified camel clutch, her head and chest almost vertical as Susan’s clenched feet flail behind Connie.
“Hunnnngh!” Susan groans, her eyes shut and her mouth open, chest heaving, as Connie crushes the last of her will to continue, owning her fully. Connie maintains the hold as she looks down at the back of Susan’s head, feeling her prey is weakened to the point of little resistance, and she doesn’t force a submission by leaning back any further, keeping Susan immobilized and on display for their husbands. Then she changes tactics.
Connie holds Susan up for both men to see her broken, a very different woman from the one suggesting she’d whip Connie and take the strap on to her after. Then she eases Susan back to the mat, bending forward over the dark-haired loser and maintaining the full nelson, hands secure, fingers locked behind Susan’s head. She brings her wide feet in and gets them behind her, on her knees, straddling, ass up as she presses her chest into Susan’s upper back, keeping the weakened woman’s face and chest pressed down. Then eases her right knee over Susan to quit straddling her, still nelsoning her and pressing her face down, and eases off her knees to her hip, her legs out and away from Susan’s left side, working her feet around in front of her and getting into position for her next plan for the Hispanic woman. Bending forward at the waist as she slips into a seated position, her ass next to Susan now, her feet in front of her, Connie quickly pulls Susan’s head and arms off the floor and moves the Latina over onto Connie’s lap, face down, arms trapped in the Nelson. Opening her legs as she forces Susan’s head down between them, Connie brings her knees up as her thighs encircle Susan’s neck and jaw, the loser’s arms above her head and useless as Connie easily works her into this reverse scissors, pressing the woman into place in her lap and locking her ankles in front of her, straightening her legs.
As Connie brings her feet down to the floor, Susan is left in the humbling position of being draped over Connie’s lap and hip, facedown, her face now pressed against the redhead’s ass, tucked away perfectly, her head and neck trapped between the better woman’s thighs. Connie relaxes her hold on Susan’s arms and sits up, taking one of Susan’s arms and forcing it with both hands up her back in a hammerlock. In a matter of seconds, Connie moves Susan from a painful, controlling full nelson/modified camel clutch to dismounting her and placing her facedown in her lap in a reverse headscissors and hammerlocking her arm.
Susan groans, muffled, as Connie catches a deep breath, smiling at the back of Susan’s head in her lap as her thigh muscles flex, taut, and she holds Susan’s wrist up in the middle of her back. “I sense someone’s ready to quit,” Connie grins at the husbands on the couch, both sitting forward craning their necks to try to get a view of Susan’s face, her forehead against the mat, her hair now stringy and sweaty as she reaches up blindly for Susan’s knees behind and above her head.
“Mmmmph,” is all she can manage, her arm pressured, head held so tightly, the veins in her neck bulging as she slides her knees slowly under her, seeming to want to get her ass up. Shifting Susan’s wrist from both hands to one, Connie quickly puts an end to Susan’s last ditch efforts with a hard slap across the loser’s ass.
Whack! Susan’s ass clenches and recoils as she feels the spanking. “Stay off your knees, bitch,” Connie orders, matter-of-factly. Smacking Susan’s ass again as the younger Hispanic slips off her knees and almost to her belly quickly, her free hand reaching back to cover her ass, rubbing it as Connie smacks it playfully but firmly twice more.
“Give!” mumbles Susan into Connie’s ass. “I give….” Susan’s chest heaves against Connie’s lap and hip, her ass up and exposed next to Connie, her arm still bent and her wrist still high in the middle of her back.
“What was that, Susan?” Connie asks, taunting the completely broken loser. “Sounds like you have something in your mouth, hon,” Connie laughed, winking at her hubby six feet away.
“I give,” mutters Susan again. “Please…...I give up the match” she adds, whimpering, deflated, tapping Connie’s thigh with her free hand.
“Let’s get you over where we can see and hear what your saying, loser,” Connie announces as she releases Susan’s hammerlocked arm and wraps her hands around Susan’s hips and forces the beaten brunette over onto her back, maintaining the reverse scissors and rolling onto the loser in a quick move, one hand on the mat and the other on Susan’s pelvis, pushing herself up to look back over her shoulder at Susan’s face, framed by her upper thighs and asscheeks. Flat on her back now, Susan moans and brings her hands up to the taut thighs wrapped around her neck and jaw, looking over Connie’s asscheeks as she sees Connie smiling and ignoring her submission for the moment. “What was that again, hon?” Connie asks looking back, squeezing her masterful hold tightly around the beaten woman’s head and neck for several seconds, hearing the involuntarily throat noise from Susan and seeing the grimace in her reddened, sweaty face before relaxing to allow an answer.
“I give! I give up the match. You win….please…..” whimpers Susan, out of breath and almost in a whisper.
“Eight minutes left, Con,” offers her helpful husband, watching his wife destroy her opponent physically and now mentally.
Balancing herself on one hand, Connie reaches back, taking Susan’s wet hair and pulls her closer in against her ass as she relaxes her legs just enough to snap them shut tighter and higher around the loser’s face, positioning Susan’s nose deep in her ass against her thong, only the whipped brunette’s eyes and forehead visible now as the husbands look on anxiously. “But you were gonna handle 'Grandma,' with 'no problem,' remember? We have a few minutes of wrestling left, Sue. Are you trying to get out of that? Hmmmm?” Connie asks, flexing her thighs as she does. “What shall we do for the remaining eight minutes instead, before I make you my bitch?” Connie asks, looking back into Susan’s eyes.
“Ohhh!” Susan moans, her fingertips gingerly placed on Connie’s superior thighs, her legs flat on the mat, feet spread, in complete give-up mode. “Whatever you want….please…..”
“So we add this 8 minutes to the fifteen I was going to spend making you my bitch, Susan? Is that the offer? Say it: Please take the extra time making me your bitch, Connie,” the redhead demanded firmly, grinning slightly as she looked back over her shoulder at the trounced Latina.
Sighing, almost in tears, Susan complied. “Please….take the time….extra time…..to….make me your bitch…..Connie…” she manages in a whimpering voice.
Immediately, Connie relaxes her thighs, opening her feet and allowing Susan’s head to fall to the mat, the redhead’s crotch still resting on the loser’s chin and mouth as Susan brings her hands up to her neck, rubbing her jaw before covering her face with her hands, her chest heaving. Even with the outcome decided long before, Connie still takes time now to smile at her onlookers as she enjoys her rousing win, crushing her similar-sized, once-cocky opponent easily. Sliding her knees forward, spreading her knees and sitting up, Connie remains straddled on Susan, positioning for the obvious and well-deserved seat on the Latina’s face, reaching back and pulling Susan’s wrists away slowly as she eases onto the loser and tucks Susan’s upper arms out to each side between her calves and the back of her thighs, and turning Susan’s face upward as the loser tries to slowly turn away. “Mmmmph….” Susan mildly protests, but dares not try to move as she accepts Connie’s ass on her face, feeling the better woman’s firm asscheeks engulf it, her nose fitting perfectly between them, Connie’s moist mound pressed against her mouth, only her forehead visible now as Connie takes her victory seat and gently humps her face.
“A preview of what you’re getting in a few minutes, Susan,” Connie smiles, winking at her hubby as the men look on, watching Susan’s head move slightly forward and back with the movement of the redhead’s grinding ass. “But we do have a strappy matter to address first,” the redhead announces, as she brings her arms up in a double bicep pose, flexing for the men as her thighs and ass flex back and forth in rhythm.
“You guys come around and take a souvenir picture with all of our phones – hers, too – from behind me, ground level. No faces, just my back and the top of her head,” Connie orders, as Bob moves over quickly with both their phones, and John obeys more hesitantly, taking Susan’s phone out of her purse and snapping the shots as well. Connie’s arms are up showing her biceps as she reverse sits Susan’s face, covering it fully, only Susan’s forehead and the top of her sweaty hair are visible. Susan offers no resistance and lies prone, her feet spread, legs straightened, flat on her back, arms limp as she accepts her place as Connie’s seat in the photos.
The redhead grinds her thong-covered ass on the Latina’s face for a another minute, then raises up, standing over the flattened woman, looking down on her with a smile, hands on her hips. “Has she strappied other opponents, John?” Connie asks, as she looks down and puts a foot on Susan’s face. John hesitates, looking at his wife flat on her back, then nods. “How many?” Connie asks, pinching Susan’s nose between her toes.
“Just the last two matches,” John concedes.
“Where did she use it on them?” Connie grins, looking down as she clenched her toes around the Latina’s nose.
“Everywhere,” John replies quietly with a sigh.
“So she took some woman’s ass while you and her man watched, hmmm?” Connie asked, finally taking her foot off Susan’s face. John nodded slightly, as Susan remained quiet, eyes shut, chest heaving deep breaths. “Ready for your stakes, Sue?”
Still taking deep breaths, her chest heaving as she lies at Connie’s feet, Susan nods, forcing a very brief smile and trying to clear her throat. “You earned them,” she whispers, adding a “whew,” as she speaks for the first time since telling Connie “No problem, Grandma,” less than 30 minutes earlier, not counting the many “I gives!” since then.
“Where’s your strap on? Hmmm? And don’t tell me you don’t have one,” Connie asks, putting her foot playfully back on Susan’s forehead again, wiggling her toes and Susan’s head in the process.
Susan breathes deeply, opening her eyes just enough to see Connie looking into her eyes before covering her own face, rubbing it. “In my bag,” she answers, again whispering, as if her throat isn’t fully cleared yet. Connie steps away from her to Susan’s gym bag against the wall, unzipping it and looking inside, retrieving a thick, 8-inch black strap on.
“Ohhhh,” Connie laughs, turning to show it to the men on the couch as she re-approaches the mat, wiggling the huge strappy playfully. “Is this what you were gonna push up my ass, hon?” Connie asks, stepping next to Susan, looking down at her again as the men look on, John’s mouth agape, Bob unable to hide a wide smile. Not waiting on a response, Connie takes off her own top, then hooks her thumbs in the sides of her thong at her hips, pressing them down and wiggling them off, stepping out of it and tossing it to the side, near the men. The redhead steps into the strappy, standing inches from Susan’s head and shoulders as the Latina looks up at her, her chest still rising high with each breath, still recovering from the wrestling lesson and the facesit. Connie reaches down, “Up you go,” she says, and grabs Susan by her wet, stringy hair, pulling her up slowly but firmly to a seated position, then taking Susan's top off and tossing it toward the husbands. Connie steps in front of the resigned woman and straddles her hips, standing in front of her and facing her, one hand on her hair, the other on her own hip, looking down at the deflated, beaten, younger woman, the huge strappy dangling in front of Susan’s face.
Connie tilts Susan’s head back slightly so she can fully see her face, inching the head of the strappy toward the Latina’s mouth with her hips, a slight smile on her face as she watches Susan deal with the situation while glancing at the men for their reaction. “Suck it, Susan,” she orders as she presses the tip against the Latina’s mouth. Susan opens her mouth without hesitation, forming a large “O” with it, and closing her eyes as Connie arches her hips forward and pulls her in slowly by the hair, sinking it deep into her mouth, Susan’s lips closing around her own strap on. She slowly sucks on it, helped by Connie working her hips back and forth, fucking her mouth and pulling her head back and forth by the hair.
“Aghh,” Susan gags, reflexing slightly, eyes shut tightly, as Connie works the strappy deep into her mouth, clearly in her throat now, her firm belly pressing against Susan’s nose and eyes as she holds the loser by the hair in one hand and uses her other on the back of the younger woman’s head now.
“Gonna fuck you elsewhere, too, Susan,” Connie offers, “so get it nice and wet.” Connie continues fucking Susan’s mouth for another minute, watching the whipped Latina grow used to the strappy deep in her throat, gagging occasionally, but learning to take her own 8 inches down her throat as Connie trains her in more than wrestling now. Then Connie slows, pulling Susan’s head slowly off the strappy, her head back and looking up the winner. Connie walks her a few steps closer to the men, Susan now on her hands and knees directly in front of them, before Connie lets her hair go.
“Get your forehead and tits on the mat and your ass up,” Connie orders stepping behind the exhausted, beaten woman. Susan complies with a deep sigh, lowering herself to the mat, turning her head and placing her cheek on it, palms on the mat, arms bent, elbows back, ass up. Connie drops to a knee behind her, one knee up, her foot on the mat beside Susan, and the strappy touching the back of the Latina’s thigh now as Connie pulls the loser’s thong off her to her thighs, grabbing her hips in both hands to get into place behind her. “Face the men. Turn your head and face the other way, Sue,” Connie orders, watching Susan comply and put her other cheek on the mat, leaving her sweaty, reddened face visible to the husbands. Connie takes the strappy in her hand, holding Susan’s hip firmly in the other, and presses the tip against the Latina’s tight asshole, the men and Connie seeing Susan’s legs and ass quivering, hearing her gasp as she knows what’s coming. Susan’s mouth opens and her eyes shut even tighter as Connie presses her own hips forward, the tip pushing into Susan’s ass, pausing as the loser clenches and adjusts.
“Ohhhh,” moans Susan, louder than the whispers that have preceded, her body clenched as Connie takes her hand off the shaft and presses it firmly on the small of Susan’s back, still holding the loser’s hip firmly in the other as she strokes Susan’s dildo deeper into her own ass. “Ohhhh…Gawwwwddd…” Susan whispers loudly, through clenched teeth now.
Connie takes her ass slowly, gentle, yet firmly pressing it deeper and deeper until she is stroking it fully into Susan’s ass, the husbands watching in awe as Connie takes the last of Susan’s pride, owning her ass completely now. “Who’s my bitch, Susan?” the redhead asks, winking at the husbands before looking down at Susan’s face, watching the younger Latina’s expression while her body relaxes, then clenches with each deep stroke, Connie’s pelvis bumping her ass cheeks fully now.
Susan groans, “I…..am, oh….. I’m your bitch….Ohhhh…Ga-....," Pressing her hand firmly on the small of Susan’s back and holding her hip, Connie holds the younger, whipped woman in place as she thumps her ass cheeks, long strokes, watching the humbled woman take her own strappy, her legs and ass relaxing more now.
“Good girl. I think your lady is start to relax a bit, John,” Connie winked, spanking Susan’s ass occasionally, as she continued fucking her. “Seems her attitude has been adjusted from when she walked in here half an hour ago,” added Connie, grinning at her own husband. “Learning some humility, Susan? How to ‘take it’ for a change?” Connie grinned down at the now-quiet Latina, continuing to slowly, firmly thump her ass cheeks as she did, long strokes now, in and out of the loser’s button. Susan kept her forehead on the mat, trying to hide her face against it, moaning quietly occasionally, the others hearing a hint of pleasure in her soft moans as her own 8 inch strappy filled her ass over and over, drowned out by occasional voices and conversations of hotel guests walking past the door, oblivious to what was going on just a few feet beyond the door in the suite.
“Come around behind me and take another pic, again with her phone, too,” Connie ordered as she leaned forward, placing her hand on the side of Susan’s head and easing up off her knee, standing and squatting over Susan now, feet wide aside the controlled woman, the strappy still deep in her ass. “No faces, just a shot of our asses, me filling hers,” Connie laughed. Complying, the men kneeled behind the women, getting a picture of Connie’s ass over Susan’s, the redhead’s feet wide on the mat, Susan’s ass in the air beneath Connie’s, and the strappy working deeply, in and out. “Don’t you dare delete either of those pics, Sue. I’ll text you occasionally and you’ll need to send me one or the other.” Susan didn’t respond, continuing to moan quietly as Connie straddled her on her feet, bending over her, working her ass.
The mature redhead continued this position for another few minutes before taking Susan’s forearms in her hands as she eased her knees outside of the loser’s knees, straddling her thighs now, releasing one of Susan’s forearms now just long enough to press the small of her back down a bit as she scooted forward, keeping the cock all the way in Susan as she did so the woman’s ass remained in the air. As she eased forward, Connie kept her knees close against her whipped opponent, her inner thighs hugging the loser’s ass almost as she eased to her knees again to this straddle position, the darker woman now flatter to the mat with her ass in the air. With Susan’s forearms in her hands, Connie brought the loser’s arms up slowly but firmly behind her, in front of the redhead as she continued fucking Susan, slightly raised off the woman to keep Susan’s ass up. Her face in the mat, Susan gasped and moaned quietly as Connie straddled her and brought her arms up high behind her, her wrists held now, arms almost vertical, her back arched, ass off the mat, and her feet spread and clenched behind her conqueror. “Ohhhh…..My….Ga-…” She mumbled, her face in the mat, as Connie continued sinking the cock in and out of her ass from this new position, her ass cheeks quivering with each thump from the better woman as her husband and Connie’s watched her absorb her own suggested stakes.
Connie held Susan’s arms by the wrists firmly, out in front of her own chest, as she worked her own hips back and forth, long strokes in and out of Susan’s ass, on her knees and the balls of her feet, thrusting the thick strappy in and out fully. “I love close, back-and-forth battles, but nothing compares to watching a cocky, smack-talking woman’s metamorphosis like this. From mouthy, cocky, overconfident; to realizing she’s in a fight; to concern, then doubt,” smiled Connie, as she looks down on the beaten woman’s head. “Finally, the realization that she’s whipped overcoming her, and the complete…submission….in…the ….end,” Connie added, thrusting the strappy into Susan’s ass with emphasis on each word. “Or ‘rear’ end in this case,” she laughed, as the two husbands leaned forward on the edges of their seats, John’s jaw dropped and Bob grinning from ear to ear. “And to think I’d have let you off with a lengthy nude facesit if you hadn’t suggested this, so confidently, and brought a strappy along, Sue.”
“Ohhh…ohhhh…ohhhh,” Susan managed as Connie thrust into her, her arms and shoulders tense in the hold, her legs and feet flailing slowly, ass quivering.
Several minutes had passed now with Connie ass fucking Susan in three different positions, but Connie wasn’t ready to move on just yet. Relaxing a bit and bringing Susan’s arms down, Connie rested them back to either side of her hips, across her upper thighs as she worked her feet forward, and got off her knees, her feet wide in front of her now, sitting on the back of Susan’s upper thighs just below her ass, all the time keeping the cock deep in Susan’s ass. Connie reached forward for Susan’s hair, pulling back on her disheveled, sweaty ponytail and reaching for her chin with her other hand. Then pulling her head back and leaning forward slightly, pinning her own forearms on Susan’s elbows before leaning back and taking Susan in a camel clutch while continuing the ass fucking. “Unnnghh!” Susan’s back arched, her head back, facing the ceiling, she was completely immobilized now with her arms back and pinned to Connie’s hips, only her feet flailing and clenching uselessly behind Connie as the redhead settled into a fourth position butt fucking the Latina with both hands on the loser’s chin now, feet wide and pressed into the mat, humping the strappy into Susan’s ass again as she and looked down into Susan’s reddened face.
Suddenly there was a hard knock on the door, three hard raps. “Security,” the male voice said loudly.
Susan tensed as if trying to pull free, only to realize Connie wasn’t letting her go anywhere, regardless of the knocking, gripping her chin tighter and bending her back to settle her, getting a groan from the pretzeled, camel-clutched woman, the loser's arms still back and pinned against Connie's hips by the redhead's elbows and forearms. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm?” the redhead leaned forward and whispered in Susan's ear, as she exchanged curious looks with Bob and John, the men speechless. “Yes!?” Connie, finally answered, loudly.
“’Sorry to bother, ma’am, but someone called the front desk and thought they heard a woman in distress. Whimpering or moaning,” the man stated. “Is everything OK?”
Connie couldn’t suppress her wide smile and shrug, looking down into Susan’s face, trying not to laugh. “Shall we let him in, Sue?” she leaned forward and whispered into the Latina’s ear, the 8 inch strap-on fully in Susan’s ass, Connie holding her immobilized.
“No!” Susan whispered, whimpering, “Gawd! Connie, please! I….don’t want anyone else to see this….” she whispered emphatically. “Please!……”
The husbands sat dumbfounded, their mouths agape as they looked from Connie and Susan over to the door, then back. Grinning slyly, Connie resumed sinking the strappy into Susan. “Everything’s fine,” she responded loudly. “It was me when I stubbed my toe earlier, but I’m doing great now,” she smiled, winking at the husbands, relaxing her clench on Susan slightly as the brunette exhaled, immobilized, only her feet able to move slowly behind her redheaded dom.
“OK, Thank you, ma’am. ‘Sorry to bother,” the man concluded, his shadow under the door disappearing as he headed down the hall to the elevator. Connie and Bob laughed quietly even as Connie kept in rhythm, John sighing loudly for both he and his wife as Susan resumed her moans, more quietly now.
Connie thrust her pelvis forward and back, the strappy slipping in and out of Susan’s ass yet again as she continued her post-match domination of the loser, Susan’s back arched and her feet flailing behind Connie and hitting the mat occasionally, toes clenched.
“Ohhhh….ohhhh…..ohhhh,” the controlled Latina managed, her moans betraying her increasing arousal now, as if getting close to a climax from the various positions to which Connie was introducing her.
“Mmmmm, I sense your woman has learned to enjoy this, John,” Connie grinned, winking at the men seated on the couch, just a few feet away. “Am I breaking you, Susan?” she taunted, Susan only moaning and gasping louder and more frequently now, as Connie thumped her ass harder now, sensing Susan was ready to explode.
“Ohhh….Fuck!” Susan moaned loudly, her chin still held firmly in the redhead’s hands, her arms back and her back arched, her body and legs tensing as she climaxed in this controlled position. Connie relaxed the camel clutch and let her head down to the mat slowly as she felt Susan tense, allowing the darker woman’s arms to fall to the mat. She grabbed a handful of Susan’s dark hair and brought the exhausted woman’s face off the mat and held her head up as she continued to squat on her ass and thrust the strappy in her slowly now, finishing the woman off.
“Now my turn to come?” Connie ‘asked’ the loser, still holding her hair, looking over at the husbands. “Hmmm? Now that I’ve taught you to come from an ass fucking, to go along with your wrestling lesson? Huh?” Connie asked again, pulling back slightly on Susan’s sweaty hair.
“Ahhh….” Susan groaned quietly, a small smile on her face briefly, her head held up as she lay flat on her belly, straddled, the strappy still in her ass. “Yes….” she agreed quietly. “Okay.”
“Okay what, Susan? You want to please me since I kicked your ass? Hmmm? Say it,” Connie insisted, giving a slight tug at the Latina’s hair, her feet still wide to either side of the controlled woman, slapping the darker woman’s ass with her other hand.
“Ahhhh….I… want to.....please you,” Susan offered, less and less hesitation in her voice.
“Why, hon? Why would you want to use your tongue on me?” Connie continued.
“For kicking my ass,” Susan exhaled, defeated.
“Barely kicking your ass or owning your ass?” Connie rubbed it in further. “Hmmm?”
“For owning my ass…..I want to lick it for…….owning my ass, Connie,” Susan admitted now.
“Good girl,” Connie grinned, patting Susan’s ass as she let her hair go, easing back now and looking down at inch after inch of thick strap-on dildo come out of the loser’s button, then getting to her knees before standing over Susan, who remained motionless, face down on the mat. Connie stepped out of her strappy, tossing it aside and nude now. “Turn over, my Latin ragdoll,” Connie ordered, watching the younger woman obey, slowly, sorely, but not hesitating. Pausing to pose over the loser, Connie looked down on her whipped, compliant opponent, hands on her hips, smiling, then eased a step forward to straddle Susan’s head and kneeling into position, reaching down and taking the Latina’s hair in her hands to hold her head in place as she covered Susan’s mouth with her bare pussy now, knees wide, one hand on her hips. “Mmmmmm,” Connie said, enjoying her position, feeling Susan’s hot breath against her and seeing the loser stare back into her eyes before closing them, adjusting to her position. “You know what to do…..”
Susan opened her mouth slowly, taking her conqueror’s sex in her mouth, pausing several seconds before extending her tongue and beginning to do her job, licking, probing, at Connie’s folds. “Mmmmm,” Connie purred, her eyes closing as she eased forward, covering Susan’s face up to her nose now, pressing onto her fully now, moving in rhythm as Susan proceeded to lick her fully now. Connie reached down, clutching Susan’s head in both hands and bringing it off the mat and holding the dark-haired woman against her, feeding her. “There you go, dear. Mmmmmmm.”
It didn’t take long by now for Connie to sense a climax coming, grinding the loser harder and harder as Susan proved adept at licking the redhead, accepting her role without hesitation now. “You eat pussy better than you wrestle, hon,” Connie laughed quietly, her head back, eyes shut, grinning as Susan worked to get her there. “Ohhhhh…..Ohhhhhhhhh.” Connie moaned as Susan’s tongue pressed into her deeper and deeper. Connie tensed, grabbing Susan’s hair and holding the woman’s face hard against her. “Ahhhhhhh…..” Connie groaned through clenched teeth, coming on Susan’s face. “Yessss!” she continued, grinding the losers face, pressing her juices into her. “Ohhhhh….ohhhhh….” Connie slowed, Susan’s face not visible to the others under Connie’s ass.
“My, oh my, Susan,” Connie grinned down as she eased back to see Susan’s face. The redhead reached down for Susan’s hair, taking it in both hands and pulling it up above her head gently, using it to hold the loser face up as she eased forward yet again, further now, covering the darker woman’s face fully, “I think you should consider kissing my backdoor as one last concession. Payment for a thorough wrestling lesson, Sue,” the older redhead ordered, easing her ass back and forth and heavier onto Susan’s face, covering her up to her hairline, feeling Susan’s breath between her asscheeks now. “Hmmm?” Connie ‘asked,’ holding the Latina’s hair still, the other hand on her own hip now, awaiting the loser.
Susan’s nose in Connie’s pussy, her mouth lined up with the better woman’s backdoor, she puckered her lips and eased her mouth forward, pressing against Connie’s rosebud, kissing it, then kissing it again. “That’s a good girl, Sue,” Connie grinned. “You’re my good little bitch, aren’t you?” Rather than respond with Connie facesitting her, Susan showed the redhead how completely she’d surrendered and submitted to her by opening her mouth and extending her tongue, pressing the tip hard between Connie asscheeks and against her button.
“Mmmmmm,” Connie grinned, feeling Susan’s tongue working hard against her now, moving her ass in a slow grind on the whipped woman’s face. “That’s it, Susan. Tell the hubbies what you’re doing, in case they can’t see it, hon.”
In full submissive mode, Susan paused from tonguing Connie’s rosebud just long enough to respond. “I’m tonguing Connie’s ass. She earned this by kicking mine…mmmph.. and shutting me up…mmmph....and making me her bitch,” Susan mumbled as clearly as she could as Connie gave her a little room to respond.
“Mmmmmm, nicely stated, hon,” Connie laughed now as the men listened, jaws dropped, to Susan’s surrender. Satisfied, Connie remained seated on the Latina’s tongue only a few more seconds before easing back off of her face and sitting on her chest momentarily, looking down at Susan’s reddened face, the younger woman accepting now of her place, returning the look and breathing deeply. “Nice try, Sue,” Connie whispered, holding the loser’s face in her hands, gently tapping her cheek with one hand, a playful slap, then leaning forward and kissing her before standing up and placing a foot on Susan’s chest in a victory pose, raising her arms, smiling at the men seated on the couch, who both congratulated her.
“Nice job, Connie,” John whispered shyly, conflicted and blown away by what he’d witnessed.
“Amazing, dear. Absolutely amazing, Con,” Bob said, clapping for his wife.
Connie stepped away, exuberant, leaving Susan flat on her back, spread-eagled, her chest rising and falling, no longer covering her face, having accepted and ultimately embraced her role below Connie, literally and figuratively.
The end.
