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There is nothing more satisfying that to battling it out with a sexy, mature juggernaut like this. Trying to tame a female warrior who’s intent on proving her mettle in the most primal of all endeavors: sexual intercourse.
Having switched places and...

There is nothing more satisfying that to battling it out with a sexy, mature juggernaut like this. Trying to tame a female warrior who’s intent on proving her mettle in the most primal of all endeavors: sexual intercourse.

Having switched places and traded orgasms with her opponent several times, she’s finally succumbing to her better mate. Or does she? It’s tough to tell, because in a closely-fought sexfight like that, a cry, a touch, a sound can make the difference between victory and defeat.

(My very first tumblr post is dedicated to you, because I’ve been following - or used to - your awesome yahoo groups until a few years ago and I’m delighted to have discovered your amazing Tumblr blog)!

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PART 1
A mistake was made and Margana an exotic Goddess from another dimension found herself transported from her own realm to the realm of the Olympic Gods and especially inside the chambers of the relaxing Goddess Aphrodite.
The two goddesses...

PART 1

A mistake was made and Margana an exotic Goddess from another dimension found herself transported from her own realm to the realm of the Olympic Gods and especially inside the chambers of the relaxing Goddess Aphrodite.
The two goddesses stared each other in surprise and fear and finally lust.The two entities recognized the familiar supernatural energies and powers that each other held deep inside and the fact that they were equal.
Then Aphrodite made her move .She wanted what this supernatural intruder had,her power and she used her only way she knew to  take it . She pushed the surpised Margana into her back and locked her pussy with her own .She begun riding her with no mercy trying to absorb her opponents power .
Margana recognized immediately what her opponent was trying to do . She tried to resist but Aphrodite was too powerful for her.She was already feeling weak and her body was burning with lust and arousal.She didn’t know how but she had to find a way out …





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With a triple sized cock, voluminous cumms and extraordinary control, Conner’s sexfighting record had been rocketing up. Numerous sexfighters and more than a few big names fell before his strength. He was undefeated.
That all stopped when he matched...

With a triple sized cock, voluminous cumms  and extraordinary control, Conner’s sexfighting record had been rocketing up.  Numerous sexfighters and more than a few big names fell before his strength.  He was undefeated.  

That all stopped when he matched Melissa Cardinalle. In this webcast match, his big cock-addictive semen-soaking tactics did not have the effects he wanted.  He couldn’t choke her or make her submit with a savage face fucking.  A quart of cum down her gullet should have impressed her and did made her sputter, but it did not slow her down.  

With each shot over an ounce of cheesecake rich jizz, more than one home viewer thought the bird would drown.  Instead her belly grew full and his shots ebbed away.  

“You’ve cum, bastard, but you haven’t made me cum!” said the red bird. 

“Then I’ll fuck you into it.” retorted the still hard stud. 

What followed next was a 45 minute tour de force of sexual positions, all of which had the theme of Melissa on the receiving end of a hard fucking.  It ended in a missionary position with Melissa pulling the dog’s small of the back, wrapping her legs around the outside of his and fucking him back - hard.  

Viewers saw that they did not expect, Conner losing the initiative and then, actually trying to get away.  

A very short time later, Conner’s whimpers began to be heard as a very strong pussy was throttling a previously unconquered cock.  

Conner’s second cum was entirely involuntary.  It was forced, but had no less volume than his first.  

His shots of Jizz went on for over three minutes and his body appeared to lose not only it’s aggressive definition - it actually appeared to soften and shrink.  

Melissa Cardinale’s fans cheered when she pushed his limp form off the top of her and started berating him.  “Is that it?  Conner Wiler!  Stud of the year! All out after just two cumms???  Surely you can make this one clit cum!”

Opening her legs, showing a bulbous clit, she seemed ready to cum.  Her hand reached Conner’s 21 inch giant and slid with wet strokes over the too sensitive skin.  

Near blackout, a small part of Wilder’s brain knew his fans were watching and more importantly, this red bitch ought to be primed for a cum.  

The mutual masturbation went on for minutes.  Wilder seemed to gain on Cardinelle, but she wrested back control and had him edging and begging within minutes.  

Conner’s third cum shot all over her torso.  It was accompanied by a derisive litany of his failures as a man to make her cum and how he didn’t deserve to even be on the same bed as her.  Cardinelle then impressed on his now malleable mind that he’d never met a woman as sexy as her.  

“Get out of this bed, you loser!  You don’t deserve to be in bed with me.  You’re completely beneath me, so get to the floor, you inferior man!”  

A few minutes later fingering her own clitty, her compelling voice was giving him another command:  “Get it hard again, loser!, Stroke it, you pathetic fuck!  You can do THAT, can’t you?”  

Having never been bested before, the utterly dominated Conner felt compelled to do whatever this sexually superior woman said.  She edged him mercilessly for the longest time, berating him, saying everything right to make him break to her every whim.   

When the time was right, she harvested his last cum with him on his knees.  His hands were the means of Conner’s last cum but it was her thoughts and commands that really ended this worthy cocksman.     

In a 3:0 match, Conner Wilder’s 17 win streak is snapped as he is utterly drained and dominated by Melissa Cardinalle.  

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Announcer #1: It’s a dramatic moment in this Sex Marathon as Australia’s Emma Guess has cum almost continuously for the last half hour and now has fallen from the regulation bed. It looks like her opponent, Yuko Hoag, of the Phillipines, is moving in...

Announcer #1:  It’s a dramatic moment in this Sex Marathon as Australia’s Emma Guess has cum almost continuously for the last half hour and now has fallen from the regulation bed.  It looks like her opponent, Yuko Hoag, of the Phillipines, is moving in for the closing moves!  

Announcer #2:  And what a turnaround this has been!  It was all Emma for the first three hours, right up until that incredible chain of cumms she endured at Yuko’s 69 last challange!  

Announcer #1:  Well, maybe that’s the price one pays for getting all that stimulation for hours and not allowing yourself a single climax.  Emma had been ahead by 9:0 up until just thirty minutes ago.  

Just how many cumms would you say Emma had? 

Announcer #2:  I’d estimate about twenty, but it was sort of hard to see where one trailed off and another began!

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Lost a Bet, Won a Battle, Created a Legend

[Tried something different for this one]

Darius ShawRyanota Hanzami

Darius Shaw was a major nerd, especially when it came to anything Asian related. Culture, anime & manga, and most critically, girls. He had a huge soft spot for oriental beauties that was seconded only by his cock-sure self confidence about the aforementioned topics.

It was this confidence that had led him to his current predicament; an unlimited elimination match against gravure idol turned Junior Sex-Fight Queen of Japan, Ryonata Hanzami. As an exchange student to Japan, Darius had signed up on a dare, thinking it was all a joke. But when he’d been selected among the thousands applying, he’d gotten cold feet. Not as though there was any backing out… there were too many fans to allow him to waste such a coveted opportunity. And so, stripped down to his briefs, he’d been thrust into the padded ring, with the girl in the sailor fuku.

Round One had been a total cakewalk for the twenty-two year old idol, Darius had simply stared as the petite Asian stripped out of her schoolgirl outfit, going completely topless as she went on the attack. The then virgin had put up precisely zero resistance as the Japanese native ran her soft breasts over his bare chest, lowering her body until she reached his rigidly erect cock, and began stroking it.

The first match was over in less than a minute, Darius’s stamina was downright pitiful as no sooner had Ry gone down on him than he was busting a nut over her tits, face and stomach. Despite the easy win, Ry couldn’t help but be a bit miffed, she hadn’t even gotten to use her unparalleled oral techniques on him seeing as the amount of stroke he lasted from her hand-job could be counted on one hand.

Round Two had gone likewise, having cleaned herself off, and maintaining her cute demeanor, Ry had gone to town on Darius’s erection which hadn’t waned in the slightest from it’s former blowout. His legs gave way the instant she’d wrapped her lips around his head, not that it was any deterrent for Ry, who soon sucked him to his second consecutive climax of the night. Darius could hardly hold on to consciousness, simply lying there as he unleashed his load.

In Round Three, he showed some signs of life, momentarily managing to cop a feel of the girls impressive rack and pert ass. Though how much of it was due to his initiative versus her allowance was up to debate, as she easily bowled him over by mashing her breasts against his face before climbing atop his downed frame, taking both his virginity and third cum-load on insertion.

The match had nearly ended there and then, the black man essentially giving up the ghost as he exhaustively tried to catch his breath. But his erection, honed by countless hours of wanking, had remained firm.With Ry opting to continue without an intermission and Darius unable to protest, she rode him relentlessly, racking up another two climaxi before reaching her own peak of ecstasy.

Falling back off of Darius’s dick, Ry panted happily, finally satisfied of her absolute conquest of the foreigner. Most men off the street were no contest when it came to making it for more than round one. Even the local Japanese male sex-fighters, with their inordinate amounts of stamina, could hardly keep up with her past the third round. That was why when Darius picked himself up and mounted his own assault by mounting her in missionary position, Ry was found completely off-guard.

Ramming his bulging erection inside her, Ry was too stunned to put up any resistance as Darius drove his dick into her over and over. Sex, real sex, was too addicting an experience to try just once. With Ry still basking in the afterglow of her own orgasm, he was easily able to coax an encore performance, blowing his own load in synchrony.

Whilst Darius’s body went rigid (in more ways than one) Ry quickly recovered, turning the tables by pushing him backwards and riding his erection up into cowgirl position. Not wanting to be seen as bested, even once, by a newb, she raised her hands upward, lifting her hair above her head alluringly. Her fans immediately went wild, realizing what was coming next. Working her hips in a fluid spiral motion around his cock, she spun her tight pussy around his shaft in her signature finisher, the Lotus Lock. A dangerous technique that would milk every ounce of cum and wrest any iota of resistance still remaining in a challenger.

Despite having already nutted enough spunk to star solo in a bukkake flick, Darius unleashed a load like none other, managing to once again overwhelm the Asian’s supreme sex-fight skills. But doing so had exhausted him completely, and both body and erection lay limp beneath the petite yet buxom beauty.

Though clearly a candidate for a tie, Ryhad just enough stamina to rise up, signifying that she’d accept the victory. Smiling, she leaned over the downed black man, taunting him by whispering in his ear softly, “Ara? Done so soon oni-chan?” It was her trademark victory line, one to hammer in her opponents defeat, challenging them to try make a comeback when they’d no energy left to do so.

So she’d once again been shocked, and even somewhat frightened as Darius’s erection spurred to life with such vigor that it slapped her on her peachy ass as she posed over him. He couldn’t… she couldn’t… there was just no way that he could come back after that. Nor was she in any state to subdue him once more. Fortunately, Darius was a gentleman at heart, but unfortunately this meant that in his mind, ‘Ladies first’. A beast had been unleashed from deep within the former nerd, and grabbing Ry’s hips, guiding her wiggling ass backward, onto his cock.

Darius;s erection felt as though it was on fire within her body. It practically pulsed inside her. And every throb was echoed as equally ecstatic pulsations that ran throughout her entire body. Arching his hips, Darius started slow, but steadily picked up the pace. Not that he needed too, Ry’s resistance had diminished to a hair-trigger release, and he was hammering at it relentlessly. As he built up to full steam, every other impact seemed to trigger a mind blowing orgasm from the idol.

The audience watched in awe, and envy, and arousal. Here was their idol, undefeatable by all but the very elite, someone of such, grace, beauty, and poise that it was inconceivable that someone so absolutely inexperienced could cause her to lose all control so easily. “So ahegao…” one of Darius’s friends said. A local looked at them, then turned to the match in awe, echoing the sentiment. “So ahegao.” Another picked it up, modifying it to, “Moe ahegao.” Soon other echoed their own versions, “Go ahegao. More ahegao.” A chant started to arise, a thousand variant rising as one voice as they cried in unison for their idol to be totally and absolutely wrecked.

Darius Shaw embodied everything everything they desired yet could never attain, the ability to see Ryonata Hanzami brought to utter orgasmic destruction. For her part, some small portion of Ry’s mind that had yet to break hear their chants in confusion, and strove to regain control of her body to mount a resistance. But the roar of the crowds chant had spurred Darius to an untapped wealth of carnal ferocity that drove him into the idol with greater fervor than ever.

Bridged atop the black man, his hips slapping against her, her large tits flailing freely, and his shaft plumbing her soaked depths, her mind and body broke simultaneously, spasming as she reached the most all-encompassing orgasmic rapture of her life, before finally going limp, eyed rolled up, tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth, and giving incoherent little hiccups of laughter every so often.

Letting her body slide off of his, Darius got onto his knees, and for the first time since his turn around saw the audience staring at him. Fatigue had left him. His body felt wired, his cock felt like iron. He looked down at Ryonata, up at the audience, then smiled as he pumped his fist into the air. A deafening cheer went up. A legend had awoken.


Pictures and short story (well it WAS short when I started, but grew a little out of control). No video or gifs though, tell me what you think. - Mister Steel

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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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