Sexfighting League 6 - by Shindy

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Yasmin sat in her hotel room.  She was a voluptuous woman of Iranian descent with olive skin and coal black eyes.   She was covered in sweat having just had passionate sex with her date, a man that she had just gone out with once before.  In truth, Yasmin was sure she was a nymphomaniac, for as long as she remembered she had always been in sexual overdrive.  It continued to be a part of her life in which she was never sated.  A little over a year ago, she had started competing in the New York state sexfighting circuit and while she quickly learned that it was a good way for her fulfill her carnal needs, she was not especially good–she came too frequently and as a result lost many of her fights. New York did not have a stamina circuit and so she had not experienced that type of fighting, but she had recently received an email introduction to compete in the Ohio state stamina circuit and had decided it would be something of interest.  She would be flying to Cleveland in the morning for her first match in that league.

For the evening however, she woke the man again, and took him deeply as her wide hips and generous bosom accepted his muscular frame.  By morning, he was spent, completely exhausted and unable to get out of bed.  Despite being only 24, Yasmin had inherited a large fortune and had no problem leaving the man, with the suite paid for, as she left for her flight to Cleveland.  12 hours later she was in the fighting room, standing naked across from an attractive young man with dark hair and a small frame, with a disproportionately large phallus.  As she saw him, she felt herself moisten just below the narrow triangle of pubic hair that she kept neatly trimmed.  Her tattoos were mostly on her back but there was an ornate decoration around her navel that drew the young man’s attention.  The buzzer sounded and suddenly the two combatants were engaged in a passionate embrace and he had plunged deep inside of her welcoming warmth and voluptuous breasts.  The rhythm was quick to follow and Yasmin came very quickly after they began having intercourse.  After several more minutes, the rhythm increased more and they began to sweat.  Their body fluids intermingled and their limbs intertwined.  The friction between their bodies generated heat beyond that of just their sexual passion and they continued to thrust and parry with one another.   He rolled her onto her belly and penetrated her first from behind and she pumped furiously back at him.  He felt an intense warmth start to engulf his penis and he bucked in response, a jerk in his rhythm.  Then she squeezed with her powerful vaginal muscles and he groaned.  She worked him while barley moving her body, using only her vaginal muscles to bring him to come.  It was something that she liked to do when having sex for personal pleasure–work a man intensely with just her pussy.  He exploded in her and groaned as they continued to fuck intensely.  She squeezed tighter and he yelped, then said “Oh my god what the fuck are you doing to my cock?”  She smiled to herself as he continued to pump her from behind and she saw that the clock had reached the two hour mark.  He reached around her and grabbed her big breasts roughly and tweaked her nipples.  She realized she liked it and squeezed his cock harder.  He screamed, “Fuuuuuccckkk” and pulled out, taking the two minute break he was permitted looking at his withering cock.  She laid on her chest, ass up and waited patiently.  He was whimpering as he tried to massage his dick back into fighting status.  

“What the fuck,” he asked, “What did you do to my cock?”

She smiled, “I squeezed it a little, you wimp…now come fuck me like you mean it…”  and she shook her hips at him.  He got hot his knees and spread her ass cheeks.

“I’m gonna fuck you, you slut, you’ll beg me for mercy…” and he plunged his shrunken cock, now hard, into her ass and she groaned.  They began to fuck hard now, her excited, him a little angry.  He pulled her hair and groped at her big chest.  She gyrated on him.  She realized she was loving his effort and the sex, but she dismounted and turned to face him, she plunged her tongue into his mouth as she whispered, “Stick it back in you weak excuse for a man…” he drove into her ass again and she gasped as they continued to fuck.  She couldn’t squeeze his cock the same way with her ass, but he came again nonetheless and their passionate contest reached the three hour mark.  Her sweaty breasts lubricated their embrace and he pulled out of her ass and entered her vagina again.  She gyrated on his cock and began to crush him again.  He whimpered and grunted with exertion as the heat of passion and her crushing strength overwhelmed his cock.  He had fought many times but never a woman like this.  He grunted and moaned, “I give, I give, you win…”  and he fell backwards.

She had won.  She thought she might like stamina fighting…This could be something she could get used to….