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“ …it was very humiliating to see my wife Ewa being finished by this beast Harry, while his bitchy wife Lucie tried to distract Ewa with dirty provocative talks…but I could do nothing, I just had to watch Ewa struggling to hold back an...
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…it was very humiliating to see my wife Ewa being finished by this beast Harry, while his bitchy wife Lucie tried to distract Ewa with dirty provocative talks…but I could do nothing, I just had to watch Ewa struggling to hold back an approaching climax, although it was clear that it’s just a matter of a couple of minutes before she explodes in a series of dramatic multiple orgasms bringing this epic sex-battle to an end.

@phaedrawarren:   the figures well known to you (I’d be definitely for Ewa…)

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“ “Ohhh. you’re a muscle bitch breaker are you? Ugh! Ugh!…You were gonna tame me, ‘Mistress’? Who’s wearing the collar now, bitch?”
“Awww fuckkk…you’re breaking me, you bitchhhh!.. uhh! uughhh ohhh nooo I’m cumming again!!”
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“Ohhh. you’re a muscle bitch breaker are you?  Ugh!  Ugh!…You were gonna tame me, ‘Mistress’?  Who’s wearing the collar now, bitch?”

“Awww fuckkk…you’re breaking me, you bitchhhh!.. uhh! uughhh ohhh nooo I’m cumming again!!”

San Diego, CA – Mistress Alura had a special talent of subjugating muscle girls in erotic combat.  Until Brandi sex-wrestled her into complete submission, collaring and taming the former Mistress!

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“Elliot’s Last Chance. Rise of a Sex-Fighter.
“Oh, God …. please … stop … please …”
Elliott only had once chance left. And as he screamed through his 4th gut-wrenching orgasm he felt that chance slipping away along with the last of his...
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Elliot’s Last Chance. Rise of a Sex-Fighter.

“Oh, God …. please … stop … please …”

Elliott only had once chance left. And as he screamed through his 4th gut-wrenching orgasm he felt that chance slipping away along with the last of his remaining strength. His girlfriend, Paige, had always dreamed of being a professional Sex-fighter. For the last six months, she had been in ‘training’ and Elliott had struggled with the fact that he was effectively sharing his girlfriend with every raging hard-on within a fifty-mile radius. His only hope, he thought, was to fuck Paige so hard she would forget all about the league, keeping all the competition she craved right here in their bed. To her it may have been a series of sparring matches but he was fighting – fucking – to save their relationship.

He had hit the gym like a madman, read all the trade-mags, taken all the supplements and pills and still she had fucked his brains out in every ‘match’ for the past three weeks. He could feel himself getting weaker each time as her psychological edge over him became overwhelming. He simply knew he was going to lose. This was his last chance.

He had started off strong. The pills and the energy drinks giving him enough power to force her into three screaming orgasms that had nearly … nearly … finished her. But he had made a rookie mistake. He had used up every ounce of energy in a rampant attack that left nothing in reserve. After just two hours his body simply collapsed. Paige had recovered quickly and taken the dominant position, riding him to orgasm after orgasm as he struggled to find the strength to mount a defense. Now, as her powerful cunt muscles crushed down along his cock and pulled upwards, he felt as if she was pulling his balls straight up through his shaft.

“I give … please … enough … fuck …. fortheloveofgod … you’re killing my cock …..”

Elliot was begging now as her ass pounded down into his lap. Each slap of her tight round ass adding another sharp burst of pain as she battered him raw. Elliot pleaded pitifully but Paige could not hear him. She was in the ‘zone’ now. She wanted that 5th and match winning cum. She craved it. She was lost in her own lust as she drove down again and again determined to feel that last fatal surge. She needed to feel that last burst of surrender filling her hungry cunt with the last of his hot white seed as she drained him dry. Now! Now! Now!

Months later, Paige had indeed joined the Sex-fighting League and had, in fact, become quite popular with the crowds. She had dumped Elliott, who could never come to grips with her new life. Instead she met Frank, a fan of hers, at the city championships. Although not a ‘fighter’ himself, he is supportive of her ambitions; in her corner through victory and defeat. They ‘spar’ together every chance they get and, unlike Elliott, Frank does not mind losing at all.

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House Wife vs. New Neighbor

When blonde MILF Holly learned that her new neighbor Cheryl is a member of the Sexfighting League, she instantly wanted to meet her and place her skills against hers. Although Holly has never been in a sexfight before she has seen plenty of Sexfighting League matches and has always wanted to test herself against another woman, but there were no competition to be found in her neighborhood until now.

Cheryl agreed to Holly’s challenge so long as she was allowed to record this sexfight and post it on the Sexfighting League forum, Holly agreed to put her pride on the line and she didn’t regret it. It’s true that the blonde MILF was forced to cum twice via the trib position, but when it was all over a new Holly was unleashed, she had found her inner sexfighter and she wanted more; she wanted to join the Sexfighting League.

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“Final Fight: Battle of the Champions
If you had read the fan-mags and scanned the websites you would know that the battle between these two sexual titans had been hailed as the most anticipated match-up in years. Both had undefeated...
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Final Fight: Battle of the Champions

If you had read the fan-mags and scanned the websites you would know that the battle between these two sexual titans had been hailed as the most anticipated match-up in years. Both had undefeated records and both had left a trail of crushed and broken opponents in their wake. Both were ruthless and physical fighters who loved nothing more than driving a defeated foe well past the point of collapse. For months the smack-talk between these two – and their fans – had become more and more viscous. Everyone knew that the loser of this fight would face total annihilation. Perhaps career ending. Their body and will, broken forever. Over the months that followed the utter hatred between their two camps grew explosive.

It was down to the wire now. Both fighters were exhausted and drawing on the last desperate fumes of their much vaunted strength. They had been fucking hard for hours now and the score stood at 2-2 in a best of 5 match. The first card they had drawn was the ’69-position’. He had devoured her cunt and clit until she was gushing wetness. He had hammered his fingers deep and hard until her entire body felt like it would shake apart. But in the end it was his cock that had surrendered first, unable to withstand the undeniable skill of her cock-sucking mouth as she slammed his over-worked meat again and again into her greedy throat. He had screamed his rage into the depths of her cunt even as she forced him to give up ropes of his hot cum. Moments later she had felt her clit explode in a blinding white light even as she struggled to gobble down his thick seed. She had failed to take it all but still it was he who had cum first. They lay there, both drenched, chests heaving and gulping air as they tried to find the strength the move. The score was 1-0 in her favor.

The next card was the ‘missionary’. She spread her legs with a taunting sneer as he plunged deep. She urged him to fuck her hard and lose his second load in her tight, grasping cunt. She screamed for more as he crushed her breasts in his hands and assaulted her hungry hole with a ferocity that shocked even his fans. No pussy in the world could take this kind of savage beating they said. But there she was screaming for more, urging him on. Screaming as his the head of his cock found her cervix. Roaring for more as he ground down onto her clit and sent her body into a thrashing orgasm as he battered his way past the last of her defenses. She clawed down his arms as he dismounted, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure. The score stood 1-1.

Next they drew the ‘Scissor-X’ which promised a long slow grind as they lay back, legs locked together in a primal death grip. Hours passed as the slow, languid, shallow thrusts took more and more out of them. By the time they were done he was groaning into his hands desperately trying to hold on to his load as she moaned and writhed fighting desperately to deny herself the mercy of surrender. Her clit had swelled enormously and she knew the slightest breeze would launch her into another shattering orgasm. But it was he who exploded first, his cock popping out of her slit, firing an arching stream of cum across her stomach, breasts, and face. He bellowed through his defeat drowning her in an endless stream of cum. The score stood at 2-1.

She was so close to victory. One final release on his part and she would be world champion. He would be her slave for the next 48 hours and she would use every minute of that time to break him forever. The next draw would be the ‘Lotus Flower’ and she smiled. It was a female-dominant position. He was already moaning as she straddled him as if sensing his imminent defeat. He sat with his legs crossed, as she sat on his legs and cuddled with her thighs tight to his hot chest, throwing her calves over his shoulders. Normally this was a sensual position, allowing the couple to watch each other’s eyes and kiss passionately. But between them there was only the pure aggression of the contest. She urged him to cum. To surrender as he knew he finally would. To fill her with his final load. He moaned dangerously and took her breast into his mouth. Suddenly she realized her mistake. Her clit was still overly sensitive from their last round. His moaning-tongue-lashing-sucking on her nipple and the way her clit was riding his shaft was too much. She hugged his shoulders tight and gushed as a spine-shattering orgasm took her. 2-2.

The last card. ‘Couples masturbation’. After an all too brief rest period they joined each other on the bed. The trash talk was over. They had been fucking hard, pushing their bodies to the limit for hours, their strength ebbing, holding themselves together through sheer will alone. They lock eyes, searching each other for that hint of weakness. Their fingers go to work. Each knows that the least misstep will cost them everything. Their fans are watching, hushed by the moment. No one is looking at the clock as it ticks away into the evening. Her fingers play along a cock already releasing its precum. His fingers along a clit glistening and eager to burst. Both are shuddering through hundreds of almost-orgasms. Both afraid to breathe lest their next breath carry away the last of their self-control with it. Fingers moved, stroked, thrust. Fingers wet and sticky from their flowing juices. Bodies covered in the sweat of their exertion. Both shuddering on the every edge.

Now. Yes. Finally. That last moan carried on a fatal breath. That terrible surrender. That heart-breaking release. The sound of a body and a will shattering forever.

The final score is 3-2. And the world knows its champion.

(Now - you tell me who the winner is.)

Victoria ground down harder as she felt his final collapse. He was about to surrender his 5th and last load to her and she was determined to make it a loss he would never, ever forget. Victoria was a dominant slut, she had accepted that a long time...

Victoria ground down harder as she felt his final collapse. He was about to surrender his 5th and last load to her and she was determined to make it a loss he would never, ever forget. Victoria was a dominant slut, she had accepted that a long time ago, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than crushing a pathetic male with the power of her sex, especially after letting the moment build up with weeks of trash-talking.

“Come on, stud, don’t give up on me now. Where’s the big strong cock that was going to fuck my hungry cunt to death and make me his breeding slut? It can’t be this pathetic lump of meat that I’m fucking to death right now, can it? Come on, Dick, give me that load. “

Victoria squeezed hard and was rewarded with a heart-breaking moan from the defeated wreck beneath her. What was left of his balls tightened as his body convulsed, firing his last and weakest stream of seed into her. She crushed him between her walls, loving his final hopeless wail as he felt his manhood break forever.

As she milked her opponent dry Victoria could not help but think of the only cock that had ever bested her.  She felt her own orgasm rising and allowed it to overwhelm her now that the battle was won. Yes, he had truly ‘Hammered’ her in that last battle. She remembered well screaming as he had forced that last impossible orgasm from her shaking body.

But she was quickly fucking her way to a rematch position, toning her body and training her pussy hard. Next time it would be he that begged for mercy and cried enough. As she dreamed about that triumphant moment, she came hard not realizing the name on her lips.

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“It’s amazing what hours of cock pumping into a woman’s pussy can do. Martha was a fitness freak, going to the gym daily, running marathons, a keen swimmer, played for her local soccer team. The pinnacle of athleticism.
Martha had...
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It’s amazing what hours of cock pumping into a woman’s pussy can do. Martha was a fitness freak, going to the gym daily, running marathons, a keen swimmer, played for her local soccer team. The pinnacle of athleticism.

Martha had never been so tired, so fatigued as she was at this moment. Zak had been clinging to the mattress, biting his lip and tongue, scrunching up his eyes in disbelief as her potently forceful riding dominated him early on. Her fiery spirit was burying his bucking hips until they were almost crushed under the weight of exhaustion, somehow Zak held on though. He was barely more than a corpse, dead except from a few rolls of his pelvis.

Still the juggernaut of Martha rolled on, but it was gradually decelerating. Having made all the headway from second number 1 of what was now 60+ minutes of fucking, she was losing her rhythm, her limbs felt like they had weights hanging off them, it was an uphill struggle against the tide of tiredness.

There was some tiny part of Zak’s mind that sensed her disarray and it gave him the desperately needed hope to keep himself from cumming then and holding his seed back.

As Martha waned, Zak was growing, growing into the dominant figure. His thrusts were getting longer, harder and stronger. At some point, Martha slipped off her top position, replaced by the resurgent Zak. All her endurance training was no longer serving her, she’d been abandoned by her body, left to the mercy of Zak.

Spent of strength and spent of cum, Martha lay her head back and accepted the spraying of Zak’s semen over her stomach. It was a cum that felt to Zak so much sweeter because of what he’d gone through to get it, credit had to go to Martha for that, she’d led him down a dangerous path but he’d survived and now he got his splendid reward. A front row seat to see Martha’s fit, flat belly covered in his ejaculate.

Prince Heinrich’s Sex-Fighting Tour of Europe
Part One. Vs. Princess Constantina-Alexios of Greece
German Prince Heinrich had landed at Corfu not two hours ago and had barely flipped his travel-bag onto the hotel bed. Impatiently he ordered his...

Prince Heinrich’s Sex-Fighting Tour of Europe

                            Part One. Vs. Princess Constantina-Alexios of Greece

German Prince Heinrich had landed at Corfu not two hours ago and had barely flipped his travel-bag onto the hotel bed. Impatiently he ordered his man-servant to ring up the Princess Constantina-Alexios immediately. This was only the first stop on his European sex-fighting tour and he was eager to crush this arrogant woman and move on to greater challenges. He had already crushed both the champions of Muldova and Dendermonde and was unbeaten at home. He lit up a cigarette by the window, looking on the proud Venetian architecture, and already felt his rapacious cock rising as it somehow sensed its prey was nearby.

The princess herself was beautiful. Tall with flowing raven-black hair, her perfect skin tanned from days on white sand beaches. Her large breasts high and proud. One look from those dark, oriental eyes or a touch of her lips was enough to make a normal man surrender his seed immediately. She had banished all of her competition in Greece and had bragged on the boards that the German prince would fall just as easily. Heinrich did not respond to her chatter, letting his silence speak his disdain. He was a German noble after all and could trace his ancestry through Guderain and Wilhelm all the way back to Fredrick Barbarossa!

When the Princess arrived, Heinrich was already naked, his massive cock battle-ready. As she sauntered over to him she allowed her coat to fall revealing her own nakedness. The woman was stunning with a raw sexuality that seemed designed to bring men to their knees. Her assistant picked up her coat and quickly left, closing the door behind him. From this moment on only one of them was going to leave this room. By the princess’ own request this was going to be a fight to the finish with no time limits. Beneath her sultry grace lay the barbaric heart of an Amazon.

This suited Heinrich perfectly.

She approached him slowly her sultry eyes locked on his. Their lips inches apart she began to tease and stroke his hardened member while whispering her plans for him in a low and sensual voice. Heinrich had no time for this.

He gripped her by the throat and flung her to the hotel bed. In one crushing thrust he mounted her shoving his cock deep to immediately establish his dominance.”Aaaaaah! Fuck!” she screamed, dropping all claim to her well-mannered lineage, “you’re so fucking hard!” Her pussy reacted, gushing with wetness, as he continued to pound his meat into her, his raging cock filling her even deeper as her pussy became wet enough. Her hands flailed about attempting to get a grip on him, to turn him, to somehow change her helpless position as he fucked her from behind, gripping one upper arm tight as he held one long, quivering leg across his chest and over his shoulder.

This was the kind of fucking Heinrich liked. It was what he excelled at. The hard, pounding punishing fuck into a helpless cunt. It was not long until she started cumming. He pulled out of her quickly as she finished shuddering across the expensive sheets. She tried to wrest control, lunging for his cock and sucking it deeply into her mouth. In a moment Heinrich realized just how she had bested so many opponents. Her mouth was fire and she had nearly taken all of his length into her throat on the third or fourth try. Her nails clawed into his thighs as she continued her oral assault. The princess was willing to risk it all, battling through her own gag reflex as she ground her burning lips down into his groin. Heinrich knew that if he let her continue even his mighty cock might falter and fall under her unceasing attack.

But Heinrich wanted her cunt, not her mouth. Gripping her roughly by the hair he pulled her screaming off of his cock and flipped her over onto the floor, spreading her legs wide. The princess let loose with a guttural moan as he stuffed his cock back inside her now gaping cunt. Back in control Heinrich began to pummel her with every inch even as she struggled to fight back from her hopeless position. She attempted to squeeze his shaft tight, crush it within the depths of her molten core, but it was like trying to crush a bar of iron.

“Ooohhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!” She screamed as the Prince of Germany drilled his meat deeply, grinding his heavy balls directly into her glistening pink meat. “My pusssyyyy! Noooooooo!”

“Yes, you stupid, weak slut! Feel the might of my cock. Come for me! Surrender to your Master! Surrender and I will gift you with my pure German seed.”

In the hours that followed Prince Heinrich continued pounding her pussy mercilessly. The princess fought to hold on but grew weaker and weaker with every orgasm and could not escape his Pile-driver hold. Finally, her pussy exhausted and gaping open, Heinrich’s cock was able to thrust easily past her cervix. Unable to resist any longer the Princess Constantina finally screamed her surrender, unable to match the Prince’s legendary stamina as he forced her through half a dozen orgasms.

“Aahhaaaaaaahhhhh! No! … please…..enough…. Nomoooore!!” she panted in rhythm with his thrusts. But just as she thought he could do no more damage he shoved two fingers into her ass while continuing her destruction. In the end he had left her dripping on the hotel rug, a ruined cum-covered slut. He dressed, took his unopened suitcase off the bed, and took his waiting car to the airport.

And to his next conquest.

(I would like to thank you for reading this and thank you even more if you enjoyed it. This is the first stop on Prince Heinrich’s European tour. I have not decided o what country he visits next and hope you all will help out. Please let me know where his next match will be. I can’t wait to find out! – Hungrybearr)

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