The divide in their skill was plain to see shortly after she’d slipped into his lap. Her hips slid along his cock, stuffed between the soaked cotton of her panties, rubbing and grinding away at his manhood. Thoughts of defeat never even crossed her mind as she rolled her cotton panties along him, wet already from the juices that dripped out of her hungry horny hole. In the beginning, at least, he was fighting back, but there was clearly only so much fight that he was able to muster against her. He was older, but she had more experience, and he clearly didn’t know how to pleasure someone back in a position like this one.
His hips rolled and pumped inexpertly against hers, which she silenced with a sequeeze of her pussy muscles to pin him down, then grinding and twisting her hips against his cock. His fingers dug against her waist, but the pained pinpricks weren’t likely to help him in a battle of eroticism. If anything, it provided a distraction that made it easier for her to ride away his strength. He was panting, struggling, groaning while she pushed him down into his seat. His hips mashed up into hers, and she denied them with the skill of her core muscles and the way she squeezed at the shaft that pressed against her with her meaty lips. He had some desire to fight, but he clearly had no clue what he was getting into when he challenged her.
His bucks and struggles weakened, and she struck like a cobra, darting her head forward and grabbing his mane in her hands, increasing the rate of the pumping she gave him with her hips. Her tongue stroked and slid along his, quickly taking control of his mouth, as her hands controlled his head, and her pussy controlled his cock. It wasn’t long before his cock added additional dripping wetness to her panties that were already soaked from her own arousal at decimating the man beneath her. He was breaking down. He was hers.
She continued to grind away his will to fight with her powerful young body. Muscles that were far sturdier than they had any right to be on one so small whipped him around, savagely putting down his dwindiling resistance. She ground her entire body against him, so small, but feeling so large and powerful in his lap. His resistance to her had almost entirely faded. Drool fell from his lips as his jaw went slack, totally beaten down by the aggression and power of the little lioness’s dominant kiss. She was making prey out of the older, larger man. As many conquests as he may have had in bed, there was a difference between taking someone who loves to be taken, and fighting a battle against pure sexuality. His hands ceased gripping her and fell down to loosely hold at her sides as he moaned into her mouth, and his cock trembled against her juicy young pussy.
All of the fight that he’d had at the start, ineffective as it may have been, was now gone, crushed against the iron wall of her sexuality. Now, with her prey pinned, she could play with her metaphorical food. She suckled at his tongue, dragging it out of his mouth to toy with it. His orgasm was building in his loins, but she didn’t want it out until she was ready for it. He wasn’t a worthwhile challenge as an opponent, so she would need to set her own challenge. She wanted him to be totally broken, physically, sexually, even emotionally, before she allowed him the satisfaction of spurting against her soft cotton panties.
That wasn’t going to be very far away. As each second passed, she could see the desire to fight fading from him. She’d already taken out the ability, forced him to acknowledge her as his sexual superior. Now she wanted more, to bring tears to his eyes and force him to see her not only as strong, but himself as weak. Her hands clutched his mane and held him tight, her tongue slid deep. The tears were beginning to form in his eyes, his shoulders sagging, his body bending and nearly breaking. The final moment of submission was almost there.
His cock bucked, and his body did as well, pressing against her and pleading with her for her dominant lap dance to be over. Not from the displeasure of being dominated, but simply from the desire to complete his defeat and spurt out against her body. Now, less than fifteen minutes after they’d begun, the time had come to put an end to the dance, and, in her own little way, to put an end to his pride, if only for the night. His tips swelled, and she kissed his neck and purred, vibrating the fur along his throat.
Then she pulled back to survey her handiwork, and get a good view of him as she finished him off. His body was coated with sweat, his tongue lolled weakly out of his mouth, his eyes closed. His face was the perfect picture of submission as he gently, weakly rolled his hips against her.
“Alright then,” she said, with a confident smile, as she mashed her soaked panties down once more and gave a hard squeeze and twist, “Now.”
The reaction was instantaneous, and impressive. His hips rolled up to meet hers, lifting her up in his lap. His head rolled back, drooling and tongue lolling, and a powerless, broken groan came from the back of his throat. Tears began heavily flowing down his cheeks, before his cock joined him in submissively crying out its cum against her powerful young body. His hands gripped onto her ass as he came against her pussy, repeated, powerful shots of cum firing for her. His conquest was evident over every inch of his massive body, from the way his cum oozed out, respecting her power too much to burst with the full force lest it feel like an attack, to the way his hands worshipfully gripped onto her ass, to the way his head rolled back and he refused to meet her eyes, just crying, moaning, and cumming against the young woman who had so effortlessly taken control of him and his body with just the gyrations of her hips and clenches of her lower muscles. His hips pumped up again and again as he gave her shot after shoft of hot cream to further soak her panties. She had quite simply taken everything that he had to offer out of his cock and balls, and was leaving him broken down as payment for engaging her with such an unrealistic challenge.
Four, five, six times his hips pumped up against hers, but he couldn’t continue forever, and finally he settled. His muscles relaxed, and he fell back more into the chair, mouth hanging open, gasping for air. His tears still streamed down his cheeks, totally lost in the submission she had drawn out of him. She gave a few more rolls and bucks of her hips to ensure there was no chance he would change his mind about fighting back, before settling confidently in his lap, and staring in his eyes.
He didn’t meet her gaze, still crying from his encounter with true female power. He gave another moan. She rolled her hips a little bit, soaking up more of his cum, and placed her fingers on his lips to quiet him.
“That’s right, little cub,” she said, affectionately, almost teasingly, “I know what I’m putting you through. I know it’s not fair of me, but you’re the one who asked for this.” With another groan eliciting squeeze, the sexfighter rose from his lap, not bothering to clean her panties. She liked the feel of victory dripping from them. She knew what she’d done to him, and each drop of his cum that ran down her thighs was a reminder of the power she had exerted over the now exhausted and broken down man.
She turned to leave, confidently walking away from the man she had easily broken down with her body, leaving him slumped and in tears in the chair. Perhaps if pressed she’d admit that she had been a little to mean to him. Most sexfighters would still dominate new opponents, but they wanted them to enjoy it enough to want to come back. She’d given him a ride that would likely scare him off for good. She was an alpha to a fault, and at times, when the ride was over and her opponents were mentally scarred by the feel of her pussy, she regretted it, if only for a few seconds.
“Still,” she said aloud, as if trying to talk herself into believing what she was saying, “He only has himself to blame.”
In a way, it was true, of course. That was what you got when you challenged an alpha. Still, she’d never warned him, and if you barely knew what sexfighting was, how could you know the danger of letting an alpha have free reign over your body? She hadn’t warned him. She’d simply climbed in his lap, and taken all he had.
Hopefully, maybe, eventually, he could recover.
(Trying to make myself write even when it’s a bit tough. This one ended up a bit more melancholy than most I’ve done, hope it was still fun to read. :))
Supposedly it’s been working on creating a zip file, but it’s now 24 hours later - and despite refreshes, it’s still not done.
Any hints?
