This image captures the closing seconds of the closest sexfighting match that Victoria could have ever imagined being involved in.
Paul had seemed like just another sexfighter to her. Muscles for days, a piercing look in his green eyes, a quick smile…he had what she had seen plenty of times before.
That didn’t mean she minded the way he looked at all. In fact, she thrived on it.
That’s why she didn’t think he would pose much of a challenge. She had won easily 90% of the matches she had been involved in. She always made them cum last, their wilted dicks no longer capable of rising to the challenge.
She loved to end the guys by having them jack off their last load onto her stomach. It was her way of establishing dominance.
You weren’t good enough for me to let you finish inside me, she would think. Not by a long shot.
But she picked Paul up based on his reputation as a rising stud in the sexfighting league. She had to continue to work her way up the ranks as well.
To her surprise, when she got back to his place, he had her undressed in what seemed like seconds. Her outfit, which had consisted of a black blouse (which you could see through if you looked at it really, really hard) and a green plaid miniskirt with leggings and knee high boots. All of it seemed to vanish from her body as they made their way to his bedroom.
Before she could mount any kind of offensive, he had her on her back, working her already damp clit over with his tongue. Victoria looked down over her stomach and saw his green eyes staring right back at her, his wicked mouthpiece lapping at her quietly, soaking her.
Victoria pushed her hands down beside her, trying to sit up, to focus again, to get some momentum of some kind. Play with his hair, rub his chest…
…only to have his surprisingly strong wiry arms firmly push her down to the bed again, his eyes never breaking contact, his tongue probing and darting all over her sensitive clit.
Before she knew what was going on, Victoria’s body was in a complete sweat sheen. She had never had somebody get her this wet this fast. Never.
Her hand gripped the cover on his bed as she loosed her first orgasm. It had only taken Paul a staggering 7 minutes to get her in his house, naked, and bring her to orgasm with his mouth.
Oh no, Victoria thought. This won’t end well.
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Paul continued to eat at her. Victoria swatted his hand aside this time, running her hands through his hair. Eventually, she decided she had to play rough if she wanted to survive this match up at all. She grabbed his hair and yanked back, hard. Paul gasped as she leaned forward enough to start kissing his neck.
Victoria sucked in a breath as she separated her pussy from his mouth and continued working over his body with her hands while her magic lips found his sensitive nape over and over again.
Got him, Victoria thought.
Paul simply endured.
Before the next 5 hours were up, they had both cum several times. However, they were soon tied up at a score of 4-4. Victoria’s once tight body was quickly losing energy as she took his massive tool on in doggy style, cowgirl, and sucking him as hard as she could with her blowjob lips.
Paul pounded her relentlessly, his energy seemingly endless. Every time he came it was like a fountain all over again. He did not seem that he could stop. The only sign he had been fucking her for almost 6 hours straight was that he had a slightly ragged breath.
Victoria found herself pinned into a missionary position, her arms held down at her side as Paul plowed her pussy like a dying man in the desert digs for water. He plumbed her depths and made her cry out at each thrust.
Victoria knew she would lose this match, and soon.
Her arms were pinned at her side, so she couldn’t jack him off or make a move. Her legs were in the air, his weight holding them up, not able to use her leverage to escape this. Her stomach muscles, which sometimes helped her kick out from being pinned in this position, were too tired to dislodge him.
So, care to know who won?
Victoria felt the orgasm coming on. He was too much. The volcano was about to erupt inside of her, her body started anticipating, the pressure about to release…
…when suddenly Paul sped up his thrusts. Victoria wasn’t sure what was happening, only that she was seconds away from the orgasm that would finish her.
Paul started making a gasping sound, and the next thing she knew, she was free. His dick was out, and he was jacking off for all he was worth.
His last load of cum, by far his smallest, went flying across her toned stomach and sore breasts.
She had outlasted him. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged, his body exhausted.
Victoria takes this one home, 5-4. This match increased her endurance as she started her road to becoming a sexual Alpha.