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“You gonna cum again bitch? Huh?”
Far beyond her ability to regain any initiative, at the end of her endurance, Jana Rowe has been transformed from a super sensual domme sexfighter into a woman just hanging on. All this in the space of two...

“You gonna cum again bitch?  Huh?”

Far beyond her ability to regain any initiative, at the end of her endurance, Jana Rowe has been transformed from a super sensual domme sexfighter into a woman just hanging on.  All this in the space of two hours.  

Going into this, Charlie Mathis seemed to be an equal, but he dominated the match from the very first kiss.  

Her mind has been reduced to only sensations.  She’s already cum a dozen times.  Uncharacteristically passive, she feels him loading her body with an ever increasing need for a final release.   

Within minutes, Jana will wail out her final, all encompassing, gut wrenching cumm and sink into the sheets in liquid bliss.  

Sexfighters
CUBA VS PANAMA:
(Coraline) [through clenched teeth]: “That’s it, Nestor, lick my nipple. Bite it! You gonna make me cum again? Huh, big man? Huh?”
Nestor Diaz-Martinez, one of the top Cuban sexfighters, tries his mettle against Panama’s Coraline...

CUBA VS PANAMA:

(Coraline) [through clenched teeth]:  “That’s it, Nestor, lick my nipple.  Bite it!   You gonna make me cum again?  Huh, big man?  Huh?”   

Nestor Diaz-Martinez, one of the top Cuban sexfighters, tries his mettle against Panama’s Coraline Soto.  

Seven rounds in as many different rooms and positions in this Caribbean mansion end in a second story bathroom, with the Cuban’s last offense.  His fuck - suck combo comes up short when the Panamanian wraps her legs behind his back for a final strenuous fuck that she ultimately controls.  

Nestor cumms violently and falls to his knees in a sexual KO. 

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matdablue
sexfighters

In the first ten minutes of their encounter, he partly stripped her, mounted her and plowed her until they both had massive orgasms.  Within those throbbing moments, the energy seemed to flow from him into her.  Flipping him onto his back, she enjoyed him more.   He seemed to just hang on.  

Unexpectedly for a man of such stamina, his second cum totally ended him within a half-hour of their start.  

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hungrybearr
erotica-ghost-writer:
“ Jack’s Quest.
Part One. The Edging. It had been the most amazing experience of his life and now, as what was left of his mind rose sluggishly out of that haze of unearthly pleasure, Jack Rage began to realize just how much...
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Jack’s Quest.
Part One. The Edging.

It had been the most amazing experience of his life and now, as what was left of his mind rose sluggishly out of that haze of unearthly pleasure, Jack Rage began to realize just how much trouble he was in.

In his own defense, what is said in the throes of thoughtless passion should be taken with indulgence. After all, and especially with men, there is a marked loss of rational thought when one is experiencing the most erotic pleasures of one’s life. So as her cum-slathered lips had barely slid off the still-throbbing head of his erection, after hours of torturous edging that had culminated in her choking back rope after rope of his thick, youthful cum … the “Enchantress” should reasonably have cut him some slack.

Jack had said it innocently enough, mentioned that he could not wait for the day he could give her the same pleasure she had always managed to give to him, edging and fucking her past the limits of her endurance, into that sweet oblivion where the mind happily ceases to exist. As Jack raised his head and the fog slowly lifted he was able to see the cruel smile that had come across his torturer’s lips, still glistening with his spunk, and her eyes that flickered with malevolence, his challenge accepted.

Her excruciatingly delightful blowjob had been his own idea. It had been his reward for winning his first sex-fight against Sophie Ryder, the reigning Sex-champion of Cincinatti. It was one hell of an achievement for a newcomer and, as his trainer, Ella “the Enchantress” Cummings, had promised him ‘anything his wickedest desire could imagine’ as his reward. After some serious day-dreaming he had decided on breakfast in bed and a slow, edging blowjob just like the one she used to capture the state sex-fight championship several years ago. He remembered her seductively evil smile as she had warned him, after all that particular blow-job had ended forever the career of her opponent, but he was willing to chance it.

She had started off slowly, her eyes paralyzing him into helplessness as she crawled languorously up along his legs, her naked breasts so soft along his skin. Her dark eyes glowed fiercely and held him fast, unable to move and barely able to breathe. She had earned the name of ‘Enchantress’, after all, as too many of her challengers had learned as they fell under her spell one by one, losing their souls to those terrible eyes of hers. She smiled as her tongue flicked serpent-like just under the head, sending shivers through him, igniting his spine. With a depraved chuckle she began his torture.

“You have such a pretty cock, Jack. I can’t wait to make it scream for me.” Her voice dripped like honey, arousal coating each syllable while her body pushed up along his own, her grin returning when she felt his cock throb the moment her breasts came into contact with it. “What do you think? Should I let you into my pussy when we are done and ride you dry, or should I play with your cock until you’re begging me for mercy? Or should I make you beg me to fuck that tight little ass of yours  when we are done and fuck you until you’re my crying slave?“ 

She laughed when his head fell back, a groan escaping his throat. His hips were already thrusting his aching cock between her ample breasts.

"Mmmmm, not so quickly, my love. I want to enjoy myself.”, she teased, gently slipping the cockring around his growing erection before pulling him into her mouth, lips surrounding the head of his cock, tongue circling and gathering his pre-cum with a lewd little moan before she swallowed him, taking in half the length of his cock, head bobbing slowly up and down. A slick coating of saliva covered his length when she pulled away. A pleased little smile colored her face before she went right back to sucking on his cock, only this time, she let him slip further down and into her throat, gagging around him when her lips felt the tickle of his pubes against them. She remained there for a few seconds, the sound of Jake moaning desperately and his hips rutting against her mouth only encouraging her to go further. 

She moved along his body lightly as her lips wrapped back around his cock, tongue teasing the slit as he strained against her, his hips bucking in a futile attempt to fuck her mouth. He groaned in frustration and had to bite his tongue hard to stop the stream of begging curses that threatened to erupt from him.

Ella let his cock slip from between her now pre-cum soaked lips. She watched the pitiful thing jerking and thrusting into the air as it tried in vain to find and fuck her mouth. Saliva dribbled down his shaft as she deep-throated him once more. Her fingers prodded at her own soaking wet pussy while she sucked him off, her moans of pleasure sending vibrations down the entire length of his cock. A cry of frustration finally burst from him when the pressure on his cock became too much for him to handle, his voice straining, desperately pleading with her his need for release.

“The Enchantress” released his cock from her mouth with a lewd pop, left hand stroking over his leaking length while the other continued to finger her pussy.

“Want me to give my good little cock what he wants?” She hummed, tongue batting at the tip of his cock just to get another little groan from him. He gasped when she pulled away from him, a tremor running through his entire body.

“Then you are going to have to show me how good that cock can be for me. How much of my hot mouth it can take before surrendering the last drop of its pathetic seed” She blew gently across the tip-hole of his cock, sending his spine into wracking spasms as she did. “I warned you, Jack. You are not going to survive this. Not and remain a man. Are you sure you want me to go on? Yes? Mmmmmm. Good.”

Hour after hour passed as she led him further and further into the depths of hell. His mind was on fire, his body a quivering puppet for her to control with her gently sucking lips and her cruelly twisting nails which she raked across his straining balls.

She took what she wanted from him, making him mewl and groan as she willed. He would have surrendered his soul if she had merely asked, that or his life or his mother’s eyes. Anything to have her continue. At one point he had been brazen enough to reach out, to touch her silken hair without permission. As his punishment she had simply walked away, promising to return, maybe, if she felt he was apologetic enough, if she felt like it. Meanwhile he was not to move. Not an inch. Just lay there and pray that she would forgive his brashness and allow him to continue his decent into hell.

He had lain there gritting his teeth and tearing red, bleeding wounds into his palms as he fought to control his raging cock. He prayed, a beggar to his need, for her to return. She had left him there, suspended in time, each minute that passed spent in agony, his eyes shut tight in horrible ecstasy.

When he heard her voice low next to his ear, her hot breath along his neck, he nearly came immediately. But she had trained him too well and, as she began again, he simply thanked her, promising never, ever, ever to be bad again. Time flowed past minute by minute, hour by hour as he gave her anything she wanted, his body collapsing into itself as the constant strain drained him of every ounce of strength left to him.

At last, when she was sure she had taken everything he could give, she allowed him to cum. But even that was a torture as she told him to shoot his barely held load in exactly 60 seconds… without any further help from her. She counted down slowly, teasingly as his cock twitched in the air and his hips jerked spasmodically. He was screaming into his fist, biting down hard as he fought to hold those last few seconds. Then at that last second, as she mercifully whispered ‘now’ into his ear, she was there, her mouth descending on his shaft.

She had deep-throated him in one movement, although she had to choke down the last few inches of his thick meat. He could not see the tears flow from her eyes as she forced her throat to stretch along his engorged shaft. She dug her nails into his hips and held on tight as he madly pumped load after load of his cum straight into her throat. Truthfully, it was far more than she had ever been able to manage. She had finally been forced to retreat to his cock-head to avoid defeat and vomiting up what she had already taken from him. But she had proudly taken it all, although she admitted to herself the feast had almost finished her. Not that he would ever know how close he had come to drowning her. Instead, she licked the delicious stuff off her lips ready to accept his mewling praise.

It was then Jack made his mistake. His words should have been of supplication, his humble adoration for his new goddess. Of his complete surrender to the perfection of a superior being. Instead he had dared express his desire of feeling her crumble under him, of becoming her equal. Jack groaned in desolation as she announced his punishment.

For months he had shared her bed, and her body, as she had trained him as a League sex-fighter. Days spent in the gym or on the track followed by nights finding heaven between her thighs. He would be banned from her bed for his pride, denied her goddess’ body. Now he would have to earn his way back into her graces.

How?

The State Championships were coming up. His stunning victory against the reigning Queen of Cincinnati had guaranteed him a spot in the lists. As the Enchantress brazenly straddled his chest with her thighs, she haughtily declared that if he ever dreamed of seeing her body again, let alone touching it, he would have to win that competition. The next person she took to her bed would be the State Champion, whether it was him or not.

With that she left the room. He could hear her getting dressed in the other room. He might have gotten up and gone after her, pleading for forgiveness, if he could move that is. As it was he lay in bed unmoving as the front door opened and closed, the solid snap of the automatic door lock sending his flat into silence. Time passed before he reached over to the night-table, opening the small drawer and reaching blindly inside. He lit up a Camel and settled back against the headboard.

The competition was in a month. One match per week, single elimination. At the last count there were 64 competitors including himself. That made for six fights all told. Six fights against the tightest cunts and hardest cocks in the state. He let his mind drift to the Enchantress. The way her body moved as she jogged next to him through the early morning fog. The way she held her hip at just that angle as she waited for the coffee to boil on the stove. That funny way she played with her hair while she watched him work out. The way she crossed her long, perfect legs. Her breasts. Her lips. Her devil’s eyes.

Without warning his previously drained-dry cock raised its head a half-inch and twitched.

Jack let just the wisp of a smile cross his face. Six fights. Ten weeks. A long drag of smoke blew past his lips.

Yes.

Twenty blocks away, sitting in mid-afternoon traffic, the woman known to many as “the Enchantress” sat waiting for a traffic light to turn green. Her lips still tingled as she dragged her tongue across the soft pink flesh and her stomach still churned happily with a gallon of man-cum. She too was counting weeks. A month to the tournament, six weeks after that. No toys. No fingers. She would be primed and ready for the first cock that walked into the room. She would have to remind him of that frequently while he trained. She was already thinking of the low-cut shirts and tight skirts she would tease him with.

As the light turned green and she slid the Alpha Romeo into traffic, she went through the list of fighters that would be competing. Stomping on the accelerator and cutting into the passing lane the Enchantress laughed to herself as she let out a stream of whispered curses. Ten weeks.

And she was already wet.

Source: erotica-ghost-writer
hungrybearr
juliavargas

Two hot babes in the same beach, both blondes and both wearing white bikinis. They stare at each other with jealousy and ten minutes later they are tangled in a wild fuckfight, cursing each other bitterly, pussies clashing as they spit at each other, clawing asses and slapping tits. After forty minutes of desperate fuck war Brenda (the left hottie) finds out that the powerful and broad hips of Lauren are too much for her, and she sobs and gives up, but Lauren keeps humping, banging her mercilessly until Brenda begs and admits Lauren is the real queen of the beach.

Satisfied to be called top bitch, Lauren cums over Brenda’s defeated body, proudly howling her ecstasy, squeezing her own tits. There’s nothing better for her than make an alpha bitch a wrecked mess.

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Love the narrative!

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extremerivalry-deactivated20181
extremerivalry:
“These two 21 year olds are experiencing their first sexfight, under the watchful eye of their sexfighting master Julie.
The both show great promise, pulling five cums each before Julie carefully separates them. They are only sparring...
extremerivalry

These two 21 year olds are experiencing their first sexfight, under the watchful eye of their sexfighting master Julie.

The both show great promise, pulling five cums each before Julie carefully separates them. They are only sparring after all. But one day, they will put each other to the test.

- Dedicated to Satyress2005, a true sexfighting master.

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hungrybearr
The former sexfight Champ (left) is beyond satisfied, yet, the beautiful stranger kisses her again. The just defeated Champ feels like her body is wrung out of juice, like a dish cloth is wrung out of water - tightly!
Yet, the stranger kisses again,...
sexfighters

The former sexfight Champ (left) is beyond satisfied, yet, the beautiful stranger kisses her again. The just defeated Champ feels like her body is wrung out of juice, like a dish cloth is wrung out of water - tightly!

Yet, the stranger kisses again, filling her with fresh thrills. They both know that surely, one more cum will put the recent Champ away into a deep, post orgasmic slumber. The confident stranger enjoys every nuance of the moment.

Source: rebelmind3d
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romangor

Angelina was quite sure to win against Rick, as up to now she always won using the power of her big bouncing tits (no opponent of her could stay long enough watching her meaty bouncing boobs, so she could always compensate even the losses of her husband in 2-couple fights). And this fight started quite promising too…but after about an hour, she began to feel that she loses control under hard strokes of Rick’s big cock…yet another half an hour of intensive pounding of her pussy brought her to the point of no return, and finally she exploded in a series of very strong orgasms, after which Rick continued fucking her for a while until she became completely exhausted and declared her definitive and humiliating defeat. That was the 1st win for Rick & his wife in the fights of Sex-Fight Super Cup this year.  

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