Sexfighting League 2 - by Shindy

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Alessia stared at the screen, as she sat naked, cross-legged on her floor.  The invite for the rematch offered her twice her normal purse.  It had only been 3 weeks, and she had barely gotten over her devastation at the loss.   She stood up and looked at her magnificent body in the mirror, dark brown hair, perfect round D cup breasts, tight muscled buttocks and legs, her olive skin without a single tan-line.  Multiple tattoos revealed her wild nature as she turned to face the mirror full frontal.  A narrow strip of brown pubic hair was noticeable amongst the decorative art on her hard body.  She looked out the open window at the Grand Canal and decided she would accept the rematch.  As a 29 year old she was in the heart of her competitive years and the fact that she had lost to an opponent ten years younger than her and with only seven fights under his belt was not going to put her into retirement.  She was a two-time European champion and while she had not made it past the playoffs last year, she was determined to regain her title this year.  She clicked the accept button on the invite and began planning her prep for the fight the following week….

As she walked into the circular bedroom and observed the fight cameras, she couldn’t help but notice how quickly the days had sped by once she had accepted the fight.   She was wearing a curve-hugging sleeve of a dress and 6 inch heels, she was heavily perfumed and made up and as he walked in, she couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous the 19-year old stud was.   He was just over six feet tall and was wearing a t-shirt that almost seemed painted on to his muscular torso.  Despite his height, in her heels she stood eye to eye with him.  He smiled at her and nodded, “Alessia” he said.

“Roberto,” she purred and brushed seductively past him.

They stripped and were on the bed moments later, the heat of the room producing a light sheen of sweat on both of their bodies.  Once again it would be a five orgasm fight–as was the last battle.  Alessia wasn’t sure if she could last 11 hours again, only to lose in the fifth fall, but she was going to do everything she could not to let it get that far anyway.  They had drawn the cards for the order of the fight and she was pleased that 69 would be first.  The second two falls would be challenging for her, doggy and missionary, and so if the first had also been a challenging position she would have worried that she wouldn’t have had a chance.  The big problem was that the cards that they had pulled did not have a titfuck in it which would have been her greatest advantage so she was going to have to make the most of the reverse cowgirl and the cowgirl if she were guaranteed a win.

They climbed into position on the bed, Roberto lying beneath her as she grabbed his cock and position her pussy over his mouth.  The buzzer sounded and she purred as his tongue darted inside of her.  She plunged his entire cock deep into her mouth and consumed the young man easily.  She stroked him with her powerful jaw and tongue while fondling his balls.  She became soaked as he probed her with his finger and caressed her with his tongue.  This was one of her best skills though and she felt his body begin to tremble only a few moments into the battle.  She worked his cock with a rhythm like he had never experience and in 2 minutes and 14 seconds he exploded in her mouth and she drank him fully, sucking him dry.  She dismounted and smirked victoriously at him.

“What the fuck?” he said, rolling to his side, stunned.  The buzzer signaled for the next position, doggy, and she got on all fours.  He was a physical fighter, but so was she and so as he grabbed her hips roughly, she gyrated a bit and bucked intentionally.  The buzzer sounded again and she felt the tip of his cock probe around her vaginal lips.  She smiled again and aggressively slammed her pussy all the way down onto his cock…he thrust back and she bucked but then she went to work pumping furiously backwards at a pace he could barely keep up with.  Both fighters broke into an intense sweat and her big tits shook beneath her as they hung below her chest.  The young man grunted as he thrust his hips at the aggressive woman in front of him.  She gyrated to make it harder for him to control himself and then she crushed his penis.  She squeezed with all of her strength–so much exertion that she herself yelped and then he moaned.  He had never felt his cock so intensely squeezed as the bitch beneath him was doing.  He tried to break free of her hold on him, but he had no control.  She worked his cock over with a skill he had yet to experience in his short career and she was doing it barely moving her body.  Four more minutes as they battled and he exploded again.  

His confidence was more deflated than his cock.  She got up from the bed smiling broadly.  She toweled off and climbed back on to the bed.  She was keenly aware that he had become remarkably unsure but she also astutely knew that the next position was a position that strongly favored him.  In her strategy, she honestly expected that they would be even at this point, so being up 2-0 was quite pleasing to her as she watched him lay on his back.  "Not so confident anymore, are you little boy?“ she taunted, trying to get inside his head.  

"You wait, bitch… I will break you this round like a fucked you silly in our last match, you overconfident hag.”  She smiled and lay down on the bed, spreading her legs.  "I’m ready to see what you’re made of, you little piece of shit…“

He mounted her forcefully and she moaned uncontrollably.  His powerful torso pressed onto the big pillows of her breasts, which flattened against her ribcage.  She wrapped her legs around him and he began to pump furiously.  She kept the rhythm grunting with each thrust.  Her body flushed with pleasure as his throbbing cock worked the muscles of her pussy and she lubricated their sex with her natural excitement.   She gyrated her hips up and arched her back and he thrust wildly and forcefully into her.  Her clit began to vibrate with the pleasant nature of their physical contact and her nipples were stimulated by the touch of his naked chest.  They were fighting each other in a battle of pleasure.  The time wore on as each warrior used all of their skills to work the other into a frenzy and several times over the course of the ensuing hour each fighter nearly climaxed only to exhibit incredible self control and escape the precipice of orgasm.  Sweat washed over them and soaked their bodies as they moved around the bed in physical and emotional battle. Their bodies slipped and stuck to one another and the intense colors of Alessia’s make-up bled around her eyes and down her face.  Her hair became matted to her head and his face began to contort with the pain of muscular burning.  117 minutes of sexual combat had left them both raw and she was beginning to yelp with each of his thrusts; while he had begun to groan with each.  

She closed her eyes tight as she felt an uncontrollable wave of ecstasy wash over her.  Warmth flooded her genitals and expanded inside of her body rapidly reaching her chest.  Her body trembled as she desperately tried to suppress it in her weakened state.  "Oh…my…..god….” she hissed as she felt the ever-rising explosion rapidly growing within her.  She knew that her efforts to win this round had escaped her as she felt her opponent thrust again and she clenched down on his penis.  Her mind went blank as she trembled deep within her now and she was only shocked from her reverie by a scream of “nooooooooo! oh god!” which she was sure somehow was coming from her mouth, though she also knew it wasn’t as her body convulsed wildly and her foe ejaculated massively within her thrusting so violently that she slammed into the headboard as jerked violently pumping her pussy with his powerful cock as he collapsed on her and she looked at the score board, still twitching from her own orgasm and realized that he had come first.  Only moments before, but still first.  She had completely destroyed him and achieved her revenge, defeating him soundly 3-0.

She caressed his back and hair, knowing that it was such a condescending maneuver that it would infuriate him, but she did it to taunt him and remind him who was the queen of this bed.  She rolled him off of her sweaty body and got up from the bed, victorious.