Sex-League Match: The Queen’s Tournament
To gain a few quick points in the Sex-League rankings, a Fighter ranked out of the Championship rounds sometimes arranges a two-on-one handicap match for themselves. A win might propel them into the Top 10, or it might just go terribly wrong.
Jane ‘the Milker’ Mallis thought winning a handicap match would get her a slot in the Championships. Unfortunately, she was scheduled to face the next two contenders on the lists who happened to be good friends and former tag-team partners. Rather than ‘milking’ both of them to an early submission as she had hoped, Jane was in it for the long haul, as the two friends slowly and methodically forced orgasm after orgasm out of her gaping ass and cunt. The final score was a disastrous 5-0 and the two former partners ended the one-sided match by filling both of her holes with loads of thick cream and forcing poor Jane to suck them both clean afterwards. Although neither of them got into the Championship rounds, both men ended up finishing the season up with a solid win and completely drained balls.
Jason could feel the sweat tricking across his cheek as he fought to hang on. The goddamned bitch was working his cock methodically, teasing and drawing out every weak point, torturing each sensitive spot with her devil’s tongue. He was crushing down hard to keep from shooting every drop of his cream into her slut mouth. She had pulled her long brown hair back into a tight ponytail giving him the perfect view as his cock disappeared between her lips. Perfectly timed moans sent sharp waves of pleasure soaring down his shaft and into his balls each time bringing with it a white-hot flash of pleasure that he strained harder and harder to fight off.
“Come on, J. Do it. I can see you’re gonna lose it. Fucking give it up. You know you gonna lose.”
“Fuck you, Neelan! You’re right on the edge with me, fucker. And you’re gonna lose it first!”
He was right about that. Neelan was fighting his own battle, a losing battle, attempting to deny his throbbing cock as Jason’s own secretary, kneeling at his feet like the good little cunt she was, plowed it harder and deeper into her throat. Jason knew exactly what his brother was going through. He knew exactly how that throat could fuck and milk every drop of cum from his balls until there was nothing left to give. That’s one of the reasons he hired the little slut after all. He still remembered her interview, the way she had skipped his well-prepared questions and simply started mouth-fucking him. She had those lips straight down to his balls as she took everything he had straight down her rippling throat. The same as she had done every morning since like the good little whore she was. Something his prim and proper wife at home would never do.
He fought back another surging cum as he remembered the last time he had grabbed her hair and ground his cock into his secretary’s throat, roaring as he felt her nails digging into his ass as she dared him to fuck her throat even more roughly. Knowing she was giving him no choice but to fire off his load, giving her exactly what she wanted. Something his wife could never take. Every single drop of his precious seed. Again and again until they were both exhausted and satisfied.
He had been foolish enough to brag to his brother, Neelan. Since they were kids they competed with everything. Who could run faster, jump higher, had the better car, the better job, he better wife. When Jason had mentioned how good his own secretary was at sucking cock, Neelan had to call his bluff and the bet was on. Each would get the services of the other’s secretary for a week. Not to mention the bragging rights. All he had to do was hold on just a little longer.
The bitch locked eyes on him and smiled at the desperation she found there. She moved her tongue in circles around his dick while alternating between deep, heavy sucks and light, teasing ones. Then she took hold of his throbbing meat and started licking at the head. He moaned through clenched teeth as she took the rest into her mouth, engulfing him in liquid fire. She thrust him along the flat of her tongue as she made those wet half-gagging sounds in her throat each time she forced him deep past her tonsils.
But it was when she started raking her long red-coated nails along his legs that he was lost. Slowly up his calves, his thighs, until he could feel them scratching across his balls. The extra sensation was too much for him. He came. He came spurting huge gobs of his hot white cream across the office. She could feel it as his balls lost their hold and twisted away from his cock letting it shoot uselessly into the air.
Watching his brother slump in defeat, Neelan let loose. His telltale grunt betraying him, the bitch at his feet had plenty of time to drag his cock out of her throat and take his balls between her lips as he also fired off into the air, wasting long streams of life-giving seed.
Yet even as the two males traded boasts of victory and curses of defeat, the true Alphas simply smiled into a well-placed and hidden camera. The entire thing had been caught on film. A film that would make its way to the corporate e-mails, to the HR and Legal departments, and of (course) to the loving wives. Their lives, marriages, reputations, and careers would be completely and forever ruined. Unless … from this moment forwards the two brothers would become simple slaves to the will of their “good little slutty secretaries” betrayed by their arrogance in own pathetic cocks.
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Many thanks to Hungrybearr for this awesome submission!
With the loss of the now pregnant and fucked-out “Hurricane Jane” the Hellfire Stable stood in need of another Sex-fighter to complete its roster. Whenever they had an opening a call went out to the most prominent Amateurs to battle in a No-holds-barred fuck to the finish. Each chosen contestant was sent a small gold-trimmed invitation to be at the hotel and be prepared to give their all. The winner was given membership in their organization which meant free travel and hotels, better matches, and the best training any Sex-fighter could wish for. The competition was always fierce. Cocks and cunts would collide in a battle with no rules and no time limits. The last fighter able to move was declared the winner.
Jake Rage was on a roll. His killer cock had already knocked two women out of the competition. The last was still on the floor still convulsing through an orgasm that would not end. The bitch he was currently fucking was herself just out of an exhausting hour long 69 with another woman and was withering quickly under his sustained thrusts. But Jake knew the first few hours were the easy ones. Just a warm-up as the real Fighters go rid of the chaff. One by one the weaker ones fell away in screams of defeat and sprays of hot cum as his real competition revealed themselves. He watched, amazed, as one dark-haired slut cork-screwed a career ending orgasm out of a guy three times her size. She was already heading for her next victim even as he was still moaning on the floor shooting thick gobs of cum all over his own stomach.
The bitch under him was ready to cum but she was fighting him desperately. He could feel her pussy creaming all over his shaft even as she tried to grip his engorged head in a ring of cunt muscle. She was trying to keep him from pounding through her cervix and right into her womb. But the rhythm of his thrusts was irresistible and he could feel that tight ring opening for him. Just a few more thrusts and he would have her.
Still, the way the brunette was burying her face into her opponents squirming pussy, he hoped he still had enough left in him when the real battle started.
Victoria ground down harder as she felt his final collapse. He was about to surrender his 5th and last load to her and she was determined to make it a loss he would never, ever forget. Victoria was a dominant slut, she had accepted that a long time ago, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than crushing a pathetic male with the power of her sex, especially after letting the moment build up with weeks of trash-talking.
“Come on, stud, don’t give up on me now. Where’s the big strong cock that was going to fuck my hungry cunt to death and make me his breeding slut? It can’t be this pathetic lump of meat that I’m fucking to death right now, can it? Come on, Dick, give me that load. “
Victoria squeezed hard and was rewarded with a heart-breaking moan from the defeated wreck beneath her. What was left of his balls tightened as his body convulsed, firing his last and weakest stream of seed into her. She crushed him between her walls, loving his final hopeless wail as he felt his manhood break forever.
As she milked her opponent dry Victoria could not help but think of the only cock that had ever bested her. She felt her own orgasm rising and allowed it to overwhelm her now that the battle was won. Yes, he had truly ‘Hammered’ her in that last battle. She remembered well screaming as he had forced that last impossible orgasm from her shaking body.
But she was quickly fucking her way to a rematch position, toning her body and training her pussy hard. Next time it would be he that begged for mercy and cried enough. As she dreamed about that triumphant moment, she came hard not realizing the name on her lips.
Prince Heinrich’s Sex-Fighting Tour of Europe
Part One. Vs. Princess Constantina-Alexios of Greece
German Prince Heinrich had landed at Corfu not two hours ago and had barely flipped his travel-bag onto the hotel bed. Impatiently he ordered his man-servant to ring up the Princess Constantina-Alexios immediately. This was only the first stop on his European sex-fighting tour and he was eager to crush this arrogant woman and move on to greater challenges. He had already crushed both the champions of Muldova and Dendermonde and was unbeaten at home. He lit up a cigarette by the window, looking on the proud Venetian architecture, and already felt his rapacious cock rising as it somehow sensed its prey was nearby.
The princess herself was beautiful. Tall with flowing raven-black hair, her perfect skin tanned from days on white sand beaches. Her large breasts high and proud. One look from those dark, oriental eyes or a touch of her lips was enough to make a normal man surrender his seed immediately. She had banished all of her competition in Greece and had bragged on the boards that the German prince would fall just as easily. Heinrich did not respond to her chatter, letting his silence speak his disdain. He was a German noble after all and could trace his ancestry through Guderain and Wilhelm all the way back to Fredrick Barbarossa!
When the Princess arrived, Heinrich was already naked, his massive cock battle-ready. As she sauntered over to him she allowed her coat to fall revealing her own nakedness. The woman was stunning with a raw sexuality that seemed designed to bring men to their knees. Her assistant picked up her coat and quickly left, closing the door behind him. From this moment on only one of them was going to leave this room. By the princess’ own request this was going to be a fight to the finish with no time limits. Beneath her sultry grace lay the barbaric heart of an Amazon.
This suited Heinrich perfectly.
She approached him slowly her sultry eyes locked on his. Their lips inches apart she began to tease and stroke his hardened member while whispering her plans for him in a low and sensual voice. Heinrich had no time for this.
He gripped her by the throat and flung her to the hotel bed. In one crushing thrust he mounted her shoving his cock deep to immediately establish his dominance.”Aaaaaah! Fuck!” she screamed, dropping all claim to her well-mannered lineage, “you’re so fucking hard!” Her pussy reacted, gushing with wetness, as he continued to pound his meat into her, his raging cock filling her even deeper as her pussy became wet enough. Her hands flailed about attempting to get a grip on him, to turn him, to somehow change her helpless position as he fucked her from behind, gripping one upper arm tight as he held one long, quivering leg across his chest and over his shoulder.
This was the kind of fucking Heinrich liked. It was what he excelled at. The hard, pounding punishing fuck into a helpless cunt. It was not long until she started cumming. He pulled out of her quickly as she finished shuddering across the expensive sheets. She tried to wrest control, lunging for his cock and sucking it deeply into her mouth. In a moment Heinrich realized just how she had bested so many opponents. Her mouth was fire and she had nearly taken all of his length into her throat on the third or fourth try. Her nails clawed into his thighs as she continued her oral assault. The princess was willing to risk it all, battling through her own gag reflex as she ground her burning lips down into his groin. Heinrich knew that if he let her continue even his mighty cock might falter and fall under her unceasing attack.
But Heinrich wanted her cunt, not her mouth. Gripping her roughly by the hair he pulled her screaming off of his cock and flipped her over onto the floor, spreading her legs wide. The princess let loose with a guttural moan as he stuffed his cock back inside her now gaping cunt. Back in control Heinrich began to pummel her with every inch even as she struggled to fight back from her hopeless position. She attempted to squeeze his shaft tight, crush it within the depths of her molten core, but it was like trying to crush a bar of iron.
“Ooohhh! Oooooohhhhhhh!” She screamed as the Prince of Germany drilled his meat deeply, grinding his heavy balls directly into her glistening pink meat. “My pusssyyyy! Noooooooo!”
“Yes, you stupid, weak slut! Feel the might of my cock. Come for me! Surrender to your Master! Surrender and I will gift you with my pure German seed.”
In the hours that followed Prince Heinrich continued pounding her pussy mercilessly. The princess fought to hold on but grew weaker and weaker with every orgasm and could not escape his Pile-driver hold. Finally, her pussy exhausted and gaping open, Heinrich’s cock was able to thrust easily past her cervix. Unable to resist any longer the Princess Constantina finally screamed her surrender, unable to match the Prince’s legendary stamina as he forced her through half a dozen orgasms.
“Aahhaaaaaaahhhhh! No! … please…..enough…. Nomoooore!!” she panted in rhythm with his thrusts. But just as she thought he could do no more damage he shoved two fingers into her ass while continuing her destruction. In the end he had left her dripping on the hotel rug, a ruined cum-covered slut. He dressed, took his unopened suitcase off the bed, and took his waiting car to the airport.
And to his next conquest.
(I would like to thank you for reading this and thank you even more if you enjoyed it. This is the first stop on Prince Heinrich’s European tour. I have not decided o what country he visits next and hope you all will help out. Please let me know where his next match will be. I can’t wait to find out! – Hungrybearr)
Tina was in big trouble as her experience couldn’t help her against her flexible and cunning opponent.Toni was the rising star in the world’s sexfighting league. What made him different from other competitors was his imaginative style and the set of moves he used during the sexfight that few of his opponents managed to counter. Tina tried hard to resist but her classic and obsolete style was no much for her younger opponent. The knock out was a matter of time.
They had been fucking hard, savagely, for over 6 hours and Tony knew he was finished. He had used up the last of his reserves getting this far and he had nothing left. The score was 4-2 and she was sucking him mercilessly. He was done. Just one more final release and it would be over, his humiliation complete. Yet each time he felt his load rising, his cum about to burst from his straining cock, she pulled back. Again and again her hand would tighten around his balls forcing an agonized groan from his burning lungs as she forced him back from the edge.
“Com’on, bitch. You know you’re finished. You’re my bitch now, aren’t you? Say it! Fucking say it! Say you’re my bitch and I’ll let you cum. Say it, Bitch!”
“F… fu …. fuck you…cunt…” “Oh, please, please let me fucking come. Fuck dammit. Shit, please.
She gripped his balls tighter, feeling them throbbing in her hand as her tongue trailed a path of fire up along his shaft. He screamed as she twisted them, driving her mouth down his cock until he was buried in her undulating throat. The combination of ungodly pleasure and hellish pain driving him insane.
“Good boy. Keep fighting it. The longer you fight the harder I’m going to fucking break you. Your sex-fighting days are over. From here on your just my fucking cock-bitch. Say it. Say it, Bitch!”
She was right, he was breaking, moment by moment. His body was already broken. Now he could feel his will shattering like glass. It was only a matter of time until he gave her anything she wanted. He could feel her teeth running up his cock as she bit sharply at the tip of his cock. He found just enough strength to squirm, to scream.
“Com’on, bitch! Fight it! Break for me! Say it, Bitch!” She drove down again, twisting his balls in a vice.
OhmyGod…Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
Some fights are over before they begin. Barbara begun with dreams and after her two easy wins she was hoping for a carrier in the world of Sexfighting League.
Soon her dreams shuttered .No one warned her about her future opponent and the tactics she used against inexperienced fighters.Lita the Goddess as they called her a 40ish very experienced sexfighter used every trick in her long carrier to make sure that her wins would be easy and without unpleasant surpises in her way to the golden trophy of the European Sexfight League.Many new her ways and tricks but nobody could prove anything.
So Barbara never saw it coming as Lita taking advantage the fact that nobody else was present in the changing room made her move.
In moments Barbara was seduced by Lita’s athletic body and easily outfucked.In vain the crowds awaited for the game to begin.


