--- SEXFIGHTERS --- Ever wonder who the sexiest people on the planet are? How would you find that out?
Would a sexual contest help?
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“That’s it Honey, make her cum just once more. She’ll melt down the side of this sink.”
When the champ of Reno visited Sacramento, she was intent on showing off her dick domination techniques over this husband and wife team.
Now, flat on her back, getting as much cock as she could hope for, she wavers somewhere between utter satisfaction and total exhaustion.
The pro baseball player was an ass. He had subtly worked in diggs implying that she was inferior and no match for him in bed.
In their first intimate encounter, she not only took everything he could do with ease, she returned the erotic force - multiplied.
Her thin frame wrecks the more muscular one, just with the force of sex. In repeated peaks, she ultimately drains this braggart, letting him reconsider reality after all his mere words.
They went to several positions but it always seemed he was two steps ahead of her. She could tell, this guy was gonna make her cum and despite her best, he was clearly “in charge”. Mentally bested, her struggle ceased. He brings her up the mountain of excitement.
This match is already decided. It’s all over except the cumms.
On the third night, they were here, in the old servants quarters. The muscular man and the powerful woman had sucked and screwed almost continuously in almost every room of the old estate.
His cock ached and he wanted to stop. One more orgasm would probably kill him, but he was doing his best to wipe her out. Only now, in the last hour had she shown any signs of relenting.
It was in the small bedroom that her power began to crack under his. She approached a climax that she feared would be her last in this match of libidos.
She came, and was staggered, but not ended. Neither of them knew she had just reached a point that he had been at for many hours.
Two more cumms ended the match in her favor. He clutched his worn junk passing out on his back. She had KO’ed him - but both felt the raw sexual power of the other.
A western stud, the best in his small town visits Sexfight Island and plays the hunting game. He’s met on the beach by another guest who’s even better at it. He ends up being the prey.
Purists in sexfighting frown on ‘assassin’ tactics, especially prior to matches - but that happens. Sexual assassins are responsible for a few placements in the eschalons of sexfighting ranks. It’s not unusual for an assassin to make certain ‘enemies’ over time.
Marion Rose is one such assassin.
Months ago, she did a hit on Tim Landry - the day before TIm faced Valerie Casamir for the sexfight title of France. This hit was suspected to contribute to his worse than expected performance and embarrassing loss in that prestigious bout. Tim didn’t last an hour against Val.
Tim’s brother is Rick and he remembers.
Training for several months, Rick has prepared to face the sexual assassin’s libido head on. Through intermediaries, he sets up a supposed ‘hit’ on himself, luring the assassin right where he wants her. This time, the element of surprise is on his side.
For over two hours, the battle see-sawed, first in her favor, then in his. Toys were used, oils, vibrators and dildos - soon there wasn’t an orifice that hadn’t been penetrated, kissed, slurped, spit on, rubbed or thoroughly fucked.
By degrees and by cumms, Tim wrested all the control from Marion. He proceeded to inflict his own form of ‘hit’ on the sexual assassin.
Recorded by various video cameras, Tim prolonged her time on the losing end of things, increasingly degrading her on her failed attempt and abilities.
Within hours, only Marion’s pride kept her moving. The soreness in her cunt, ass, throat, tits, legs, arms, neck, torso and anywhere else she could feel, made her feel utterly destroyed.
TIm had one last thing to do. He slapped a handfull of lubricent onto her worn and drying pussy - an insult to her usually self sufficient body. Her back, now flat on the floor moved only slightly as his ever hard cock penetrated her and he started working her up that hill of excitement. He brought her to the edge of cumming and kept her there - almost more than she could stand.
Feeling faint, between cumming and exhaustion, her face was grabbed by the man screwing her to delirium.
“Look at me bitch!” he demanded, bringing her focus to his eyes. “You cost my brother, Rick Landry, the title earlier this year. Now you know why you’re being fucked into humiliation?” These images will haunt you the next time you try and pull off a hit. You’re nothing but a weak cunt - and this proves it!
He speeded up the pace and she felt herself tipping past the point of no return. She came, wailing inarticulately, all the while being pummeled like a complete unresisting amateur.
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Dedicated to this person: “
Anonymous said to sexfighters:Had a sexfight fantasy idea. Sexual assassin woman took out a big-time champion… So a promoter, or maybe her brother wanted to take her on for revenge. She wasn’t going to just take a fight, though, so he took a hit out on himself to bring her to him.
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Had a sexfight fantasy idea. Sexual assassin woman took out a big-time champion... So a promoter, or maybe her brother wanted to take her on for revenge. She wasn't going to just take a fight, though, so he took a hit out on himself to bring her to him.
OK - I found an image and worked out a story line. It’s a little more complex than most scenarios, but it has these elements. Expect this within a week.
They meet in Rome for a few photos and a little PR. The Italian Queen, in grey, is stunned by the boldness of the Princess of Portugal, outfitted in blue.
The princess has the audacity to mash tits, pinning hers, publicly, on record. In effect, she’s challenging the Alpha sexfighter of all the peninsula.
The Queen determines to have this big breasted upstart’s ass! It’s been a while since she’s had any good challenge - so maybe this Portuguese upstart could have some juice in her before it’s all squeezed out, drop by delicious drop.
They quickly repair to the Queens suites where sexual battle rages through tit fights, rolling 69′s, riotous tribbs, milking duels and increasing larger double dildo challenges.
Orgastic occurrences, elations and degradations beyond those of most mortal lives are repeatedly forced on both rivals. This is a battle of sexual titans, neither lacking in any skill or ability.
After a day and a half of pure lust, both are much worse for wear. Yet it is the Italian Queen, feeling her sore breasts and cunt, who says through parched lips: “Non posso più sopportare… Hai vinto.” (I can’t take anymore. You win.)
The balance of power in Europe shifts as the Princess of Portugal consumes the very sexuality of the Italian Queen.