FUTA VS FEMALE
“It doesn’t matter how hot she is, I’ll hose her down
with cock and cum ‘til she’s pliable then bone her brains
out 'till she’s screaming for me ta stop”.
- so barked Dave Dobers, Futa fighter, 2 days prior to battle.
“The cock that can defeat my hot cunt hasn’t been born
yet. Think I’m afraid of some cum?”
- Tweeted Cathy Cardinale, female fighter, 1 day prior to battle.
On the appointed day, the firey femme fatale met the
famed futa fighter. They had a bed in the middle of a boxing ring.
Five hundred select fans and a cadre of cameras swelled the live audiance to
over 50,000 people wrapped up in the event.
The first phase had been a standing bearhug titfight that the
blue dog had taken, but not without some pain.
Moving to the floor, a 69 battle ended with a simultaneous cum.
Dave still retained the psychological advantage spraying down
his opponent with copious blasts.
“I’ll drown you in this, bitch-bird!” he threatened.
“Not if I drain ya of it first, puppy!” she countered, coughing
up some of his jizz.
Dave is famous for his doggie style moves. Many a strong bitch
has broken utterly under his strength. It’s his favorite for
deciding a match.
His feared and furious dog-hump ensued. At first, all that could
be seen was snarling Dave. He looked large, strong and completely dominant.
The moves were enough to destroy almost anyone underneath it’s fury.
It appeared that Claudia was done for. For long minutes, there were only
glimmers of red beneath Dave’s fury. Like a storm, Dave’s dominant
humping reached a creshendo and started to decline. His efforts showed more
strain and he started to pant with the effort.
As the minutes wore on, it became more apparent that Claudia wasn’t finished.
The first clue was Daves ass, being fucked UP from below. A few isolated
hits like this came at first, answered by barrages of Dave’s counters.
As the minutes went on, Daves counters grew shorter as HIM getting
fucked from below grew more frequent.
The crowd erupted in roars and applause as a red hand reached up and grabbed Daves
and PULLED him down, harder into the clench. Then a second hand grabbed his
other asscheek. A furious fuck continued, but the bottom partner became more uncovered
and she was in much better shape than anyone had imagined!
Dave’s energy appeared to have peaked while Claudia continued to gain
in control. With the bird uncovered, the pair began to grunt. Shifting to a more
psychological side, Dave intensely grimmised and grunted “I’m making ya cum, bird brain!”
Claudia’s response was in itself a turning point. “No, dog-face, I’M making YOU cum - starting now!”
Even though Dave shot into high gear, his efforts were simply dwarfed by the might hip thrusts and
pussy clenches drew doggie whimpers that were caught by the crowd and the microphones.
Dave’s efforts continued to be superlative, but it was like a strong man trying
to resist a rapidly rising river. Events escalated, and, struggle as he did,
he was swept away by a superior force. The crowd cheered as his ass was held
and his hips showed the forces as he was pummeled from below.
He snarled and growled “You can’t make me cum, you bitch… Uh Uh Uh Uh uH uh uh!”
For the next dozen minutes, a clear domination of the doberman was witnessed. The futa fighter
was grabbed by the pigtails, stared down and made to whimper again and again.
Claudia’s moves brought the aching futa to the edge of a devestating cum.
Only the very last fibers of self control prevented him from losing it.
He started to suspect that she was actually toying with him.
The audience started to notice how the previously dominant dog was now being
used as a fuck-toy by the bird who didn’t even bother to roll on top!
Claudia’s hips now rolling displayed Dave’s cock now trapped inside her
iron grasp. Claudia gripped Dave’s right ponytail and told him:
“You’re gonna shoot more now than you’ve ever shot before and you’re gonna do
it because I’m forcing ya to!. You’re cumming against your will, doggie dear!
Here cums your first one, but it won’t be your last until you’re out!
Now Dave, be MY bitch and CUMMMMM!!!"
Dave’s body was thrown about and it was all he could do to stay conscious as
she sucked his nuts up into the most extatic and horrific and volumous cum he’d ever done.
He now understood her power. She had been toying with him. His eyes rolled up in his head and
his toes curled. He mindlessly bayed as he came his mind out.
It felt like gallons of jizz were pulled from his nuts into her hot sucking cunt.
Dave’s cum was the first of many spectacular juicings. Claudia continued to
toy with her feisty but fazed opponent. Another two hours and a half-dozen similar juicings
reduced the bragging futa to a whimpering remnant of his former self.
Only once more, in the penultimate orgasm of the match, did Claudia permit herself
another peak. By then, the dog knew that he was merely her plaything and there was no hope
of his prevailing against her. Claudia’s domination was complete. The whimpering Futa’s last
cum was a mere few ounces, but that was enough to bring the sweet balm of unconsciousness to the
outmatched Dobe.
(Thanks to MafiaKirby for the image, done by Allesey, and the challenge of the caption).




