Cursed Gold (for Parker)

[Misfit_Alien]

"A-AHNNN!!!" Carmelita exclaimed, the spank sending a jolting sensation through her hips as she nearly crumbled from the impact. Her pained yelps soon subsided, melting into uncontrolled moans of arousal, unable to resist whatever was coming over her as Connie proceeded to thrust into her from behind, knocking her down onto her hands and knees before the pudgy jobber mounted atop her back, grabbing hold of the Spaniard once more, their bodies clinging together, with every bit of friction between their gear and skin furthering their state of arousal.

"P-pl-...plll-...please, c-C-ConN-..oNn-..C-Connie..." She moaned, her words breathy and heavy as she started to pant, the heat surging through her body overwhelming as Connie wiped the sweat-coated canvas with Carmelita's face. "I-...I-I'm..." She stopped short, trying desperately to refuse the words that were beginning to seep from her lips, before ultimately giving in against her will, this sudden spell she found herself under far too powerful to resist as her urges were heightened, her senses tuned up, her body weakened, and inhibitions erased. "I-I'm the j-jobber...I'm t-...the l-l-loser...I'M THE LOSER..." She said, wincing and whining, feeling Connie's tight grasp on her hair as her face was shoved into the canvas.

[Parker]

“Thats right.” Connie grunted, leaning her weight in to mash Carmelita’s perfect face into the mat, making sure by the time this was done traces of her lipstick left smeared tracks across the canvas. When she finally let go her hands were shaking, heart pounding in her ears. Her frustrations were still there but a distant voice compared to taking in the sight of the woman beneath her. She really was perfect…

“And you k-know what jobbers do?” Connie chuckled to herself, cheeks flushed red as her mind peaked into every dark alley for the desires she never let out. The larger woman clamored off of the Spaniard, planting her palms on her side to give her a hard shove to get her over onto her back.

Immediately Connie dove herself over top of her, shimming after the fact to throw a leg over too of her too as she wedged herself up against her. A hand fumbled blindly, brushing over the other woman's navel, her crotch, before finding one of her thighs. Fingers laced into her fishnets, giving them a tug as she collected the woman's leg in her hand and yanked it up.

“They get pinned!” Connie rolled her body harder up against Carmelita, a sloppy half cuddle half cover as she stressed her control as if she were the queen of the ring. The jobber suddenly leaned her face down, burying her face in the other woman's cleavage grealedily as she let her lips start planting wet greedy kisses. “Count it… like you’re the ref. Y-you loser!” She ordered breathlessly as she ravaged the woman beneath her with affection, thrusting her body into her with needy humps.

[Misfit_Alien]

Connie had bested Carmelita completely...having dismantled the smug, posh aura that this haughty and arrogant bronze-skinned beauty once held. Now Carmelita was nothing more than a quivering mess for Connie to savor as she forced her face against the canvas, the taste of sweat blanketing Carmelita's lips and tongue as she tasted sweet, salty defeat at the hands of her would-be training dummy. However, Connie wasn't satisfied yet...far from it...Carmelita had pinned her and made her tap over and over and over and OVER again...so it was only fair that she treat the bronze-skinned woman to a similar experience, demonstrating to her what her role was as the jobber in this scenario, to show her the only thing she was good for...losing.

In a passionate and salacious manner, Connie bulldozed Carmelita, plowing through her and forcing her over onto her backside so that she could slide in nice and close, squeezing and squishing their bodies together, every bit of friction eliciting sweet sounds of surrender and bliss from the Spaniard, especially when Connie's hand when searching down her body, feeling those finger tips trace over her lower tummy, across her pelvis, and trace down the inner part of her thigh until it was sufficiently caught in the pudgy woman's grasp and hooked tight, the half-cuddle and half-pin cinched in perfectly in a mix of desire and dominance as Carmelita could do nothing but gasp desperately for air, following Connie's orders like a loyal dog.

"1-...1-..." She stuttered, her breath wavering and fluctuating with every aggressively possessive hump that Connie delivered, along with every fervent and greedy kiss that she placed onto her chest. The Spaniard tried to toss and turn, but all her body could do was tremble in Connie's grasp, the sensation of the skin-on-skin contact driving Carmelita up the wall as she could barely contain herself, a damp feeling starting to swell between her legs as she was being driven toward the edge of the cliff at breakneck speeds. She moaned and whimpered, her face burning a bright red as she felt Connie's pudgy figure jostle against her, her needy and commanding words still ringing in the ears of the bratty Spanish beauty before Carmelita finally acquiesced to her demands, unable to resist these salacious urges of hers.


"1..."


"2..."


"3..."


And just like that, Connie had repaid Carmelita with a humiliating defeat, barely needing to put up much of an effort after simply dragging the woman down to her hands and knees, grinding against her, and pinning her down with such ease as if she were nothing...and in the eyes of both women, Carmelita was less than nothing...a mere chew toy to be broken in and played with. And as she lay on the canvas, partially stuck beneath Connie's body, all Carmelita could do was moan the other woman's name under her shaky breath.