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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...

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. :))

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DILLON vs SVETLANA:
To be on top not always mean you are in control.
That’s the hard lesson that Dillion learns during her sexfight with Svetlana.
Dillion is a young and agressive sexual gladiator who is bored with winning easy matches, so she...

DILLON vs SVETLANA:

To be on top not always mean you are in control.


That’s the hard lesson that Dillion learns during her sexfight with Svetlana. 

Dillion is a young and agressive sexual gladiator who is bored with winning easy matches, so she decides to challenge the famous russian sexfighter to a woman to woman duel.

The brunette attacked very hard and managed to dominate her rival easily… or that was what she thought…

Suddenly, Dillion’s cunt loses the control against the russian’s iron pussy.

“No, please, no…” she thought, while her pussy betrayed her and exploded into a devastating orgasm.

Poor Dillion… she’s talented and enthusiastic… but also too inexperienced…
Below her, Svetlana smiles mischievously.

“Prepare, little girl, it’s time for me to teach you a lesson about self control”.

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(Thanks to Neocortex for this great find and caption - I love it!  The gif doesn’t work, but the image comes through and fits the caption just great!  Keep them coming.)

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An Age Old Battle

Annefa reaches her breaking point while Nikolas continues on strong.

Sometimes the results of a sex-fight can go awry, ending up completely opposite as to the expectation. It’s not unheard of an unknown underdog trumping a seasoned sex-fighter. In this match-up between Annefa, ‘Princess of Nubia’ and Nikolas, ‘The Spartan King’, this was not the case.

From the get-go, Nikolas had dominated the match, power-fucking the helpless Annefa in a plethora of positions before reaching their current arrangement. Even with her on top, the Spartan’s sexual prowess shone through, forcing yet another screaming climax from her with his savage hip thrusts.

To her credit, she stayed conscious throughout the relentless ravaging by her clearly superior opponent.

But there were no false impressions in her mind about turning things around. The Spartan King certainly lived up to his namesake, fucking with the same ferocity as the Spartan’s fought. Nikolas was the apex of carnal combat, with a ferocity akin to a firestorm.

In the end the Princess would successfully weather another two hours of his unrelenting fury before finally succumbing to desire and passing out just past the four hour mark. The final score of 16:4 was a clear testament to the King’s near absolute domination of the dusky Princess.

History seems destined to repeat itself what with the Spartan’s sexual strength and stamina proving too much more the young Nubian, but it was this same strength and stamina that would later attract the amorous attentions of the renowned 'Empress of Nubia’…

(Thanks to Mr. Steel for the excellent post!  Keep them coming!)

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An Age Old Battle

Annefa reaches her breaking point while Nikolas continues on strong.

Sometimes the results of a sex-fight can go awry, ending up completely opposite as to the expectation. It’s not unheard of an unknown underdog trumping a seasoned sex-fighter. In this match-up between Annefa, ‘Princess of Nubia’ and Nikolas, ‘The Spartan King’, this was not the case.

From the get-go, Nikolas had dominated the match, power-fucking the helpless Annefa in a plethora of positions before reaching their current arrangement. Even with her on top, the Spartan’s sexual prowess shone through, forcing yet another screaming climax from her with his savage hip thrusts.

To her credit, she stayed conscious throughout the relentless ravaging by her clearly superior opponent.

But there were no false impressions in her mind about turning things around. The Spartan King certainly lived up to his namesake, fucking with the same ferocity as the Spartan’s fought. Nikolas was the apex of carnal combat, with a ferocity akin to a firestorm.

In the end the Princess would successfully weather another two hours of his unrelenting fury before finally succumbing to desire and passing out just past the four hour mark. The final score of 16:4 was a clear testament to the King’s near absolute domination of the dusky Princess.

History seems destined to repeat itself what with the Spartan’s sexual strength and stamina proving too much more the young Nubian, but it was this same strength and stamina that would later attract the amorous attentions of the renowned 'Empress of Nubia’…

[To Be Continued? Perhaps. - Signed Mister Steel]

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(Julie / Satyress adds: : “I would love to see a follow up to this.  Wouldn’t you?”)

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The herm goat Merck is a trainer at the sexfighting league. Some days, he loves his job.
Then there are some days where a trainee is a bit too pushy or a bit too mean, or fails to respect the contest. The ones who see sexfighting as just a way to get...

The herm goat Merck is a trainer at the sexfighting league. Some days, he loves his job.

Then there are some days where a trainee is a bit too pushy or a bit too mean, or fails to respect the contest. The ones who see sexfighting as just a way to get off without having to follow up, because their opponent wants to get them off. Hell, even the ones who, no matter how hard he pushes them, never even seem to reach their full potential, they barely seem to try. Those are the worst of all. The only things he demands are respect and effort. He doesn’t really care if you win, as long as you respect him, and respect the competition. That’s why you’re there.

When it gets too far, and they don’t know to give up, he does have a trick. He knows how to use the muscles just right, to stroke your cock up, twist, twist, and pull, and hit the little nerves in the shaft most people don’t even exist, which means no-one knows to defend them from his pussy. A sequence of twitches and flexes that leave you on the edge of destruction, pull away all the work put into resistance, and unlock the secret to a permanently oversensitive cock.

“You’ll never handle my pussy” is neither insult nor threat, simply a statement of what just happened. The panther has been permanently robbed of his manhood by the goat’s tight cunt. In the battle of will vs biology that a sexfighter’s career rests on, he just shattered will’s knees, tied its hand behind its back, and sealed its eyes with a blindfold, while arming biology with more weapons than the ECW arena.

He was a fair man, of course. The sequence needed to take place during an orgasm to be completed. If the panther had lasted five minutes, he’d have been allowed to pull out with his pride intact. But he knew as soon as he felt that cock part his folds, and began an attack that left the panther hissing and gasping out the insults that had got him in this position in the first place, Merck knew that there was only one way to end this.

He pulled off, and the powerfully built panther collapsed behind him, still leaking the last cumshot he could even TRY to avoid hitting him. Merck turned back to the rest of the class with his conquest’s seed still dripping from him. He would teach them how to avoid ending up like his latest victim.

After all, he was a trainer.

And today… With the cum of a man who deserved all that he’d done and more dripping down his thighs…

Today he LOVED his job.

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(Artist is SythraWolf of FurAffinity. Captioning by MafiaKirby!  Thanks and keep the good stuff coming!)

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She gave a prolonged gasp as she was overcome by ecstasy for the fifth consecutive tie. It was only a gasp because he’d stolen her energy for anything more vocal after her third climax.
They were both sex-fighters of intermediate rank with an...

She gave a prolonged gasp as she was overcome by ecstasy for the fifth consecutive tie. It was only a gasp because he’d stolen her energy for anything more vocal after her third climax.

They were both sex-fighters of intermediate rank with an identical amount of wins and loses to their names. Having never had a match-up with the other and both on the verge of becoming a professional, it had been decided that this match would be the perfect tie-breaker and to see if either had what it took to enter the big leagues.

From the get go he’d taken the lead,powering into her with wild abandon, just as she’d planned. Her most recent string of matches had been won simply by riding out her orgasms and turning the tables once her opponent had exhausted himself. After one or two climaxes, she’d take control and take the win, but she hadn’t expect such stamina or intensity from her current adversary. And she definitely hadn’t expect him to coax her to two orgasms of her own without cumming once himself.

In short, thing hadn’t gone according to plan at all.

As she felt her sixth climax steadily building (and so soon after the previous) she knew she’d soon lose the strength to submit. But with her body wrapped in an all-encompassing state of bliss, she knew that there were worse ways to lose.

In the end, she passed out in the transition from her sixth orgasm to her seventh, ending her own six win streak and knocking her our of the eligibility to go pro, at least for now. Perhaps after refocusing her efforts she’d go pro herself and find him to face him once more, even if just to again experience the bliss of defeat.

[Bliss is hard to beat. Hope you like how it’s done. - MisterSteel]

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