Outmatched in Oil Semifinals - Angelina Tarrant v. Shelby "Little Dollie" Marwood

[Monsy]

Angelina felt a pit inside her stomach.
She’d been on the receiving end of foreplay from a foot and fingered ruthlessly not too long ago. At this point, she was half-thinking about getting off and half-focusing. It teetered on a proverbial log as Angelina mouthed on the girl’s pearl, then went down the folds, and tried to give the rest of Shelby’s sex the proper treatment. She penetrated just the outer labia, went up, moved her tongue deliberately and ended back up at the top.

Her hands had a grip on the girl’s leg and she was eager to pry them, pant, groan, then continue her work with eating a bitch out. But when it came to taking fingers up her ass, Angelina’s instant reaction was to arch her back quite suddenly. A squeal with a closed mouth. A look over-shoulder as Angelina propped on all fours, hands on Shelby’s thighs. “S-Stop…”

The pleasure was violent and strength-draining. Her breaths became rapid, more than she can control. Angelina’s toes were constantly curled and she started to scrunch her eyes and kick the oiled mat over and over in this weak, jittery and desperate way while she looked at Shelby’s belly, becoming red as a beet.

“S-Sheelllbb…buh….”

She made a drawn out, long moan that came with a shiver.

Her orgasm built and built until she was starting to shake from the two-pronged fucking. It was less controlled like landing an airplane--but a car crash that she knew would be debilitating. It approached fast, with her body having enough and starting to get weaker by the second. She knew she wanted this. Relief. And at the same time, she didn’t want to cry out for her opponent. Or be seen with her eyes rolled back, in front of cameras. So she made a desperate attempt by sitting directly up over Shelby’s face, then attempted to seize the girl’s wrists and pin them to the canvas. If that worked, then she’d lift her hips off them and hopefully save herself from climax.

Was this a mistake?

[Flamintree]

Now that was what she liked to hear.

Oh, how she wished she could gloat right now. Unfortunately, her mouth was too full of pussy for her to really say anything. She supposed she was... what was the meme?... oh, right. Suffering from success.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of victorious glee as she felt her rival's tongue sliding out of her womanhood. That boost in morale only invigorated her, causing her to lick even more vigorously.

Of course, that didn't mean that she wasn't paying attention to the rest of the fight. She took note of how she'd only managed to break through the Marauder's defenses once she'd started rimming her.

She filed that away for future matches with Angelina.

In the meantime, though, she felt her hands being forcefully pulled out of her opponent's bum, and felt the redhead beginning to rise up and away from her.

Not on her watch.

She kicked up her legs, using her acrobatics training to bend her back and clamp her thighs around Angelina's head again. This, she hoped, would keep the already stimulated foe in place long enough for Shelby to deliver the finishing blow.

[Monsy]

Angelina was on top. For some unexplainable reason, she figured that something like this should never happen to someone on-top. She was feeling feathery. Wet. Her sweat was increasing to the point where she felt baked. Everything, both outside, caked in oil, and inside, slobbering with her cream, was feeling so terribly hot.

In her gut, she felt a twist. Something building. Her head was trapped and she was partially sitting up, being eaten out. Her hips convulsed. Her legs continued to spread more as the fight seemed to wither away and was struggling to breathe. The air inside her lungs emptied from continuous low grunts and moans. Her eyes scrunched. Please hold it. Please hold it. Please hold it…

They got louder over the course of five seconds. “A-AAah!” She made a squeal, kicked. Despite her opponent’s headscissor, she managed to arch her back. S-She’s gonna make m-mee

“F-Fuuccckk…” And that signalled it. Angelina’s entire body went slack after a moment that she freezed. Her body collapsed and let gravity from Shelby’s headscissor make her splat the oil mat face-first between Shelby’s legs. Her hips were sleeping on Shelby’s face, free to eat with cum gushing in pathetic drool that looked more like oil, giving her pussy an audible schlick after every stroke of that tongue that was commanding Angelina’s body to full body involuntary shivers.

Her teeth were clenched and she looked so horribly dazed, with a beet red blush, messy lips and eyes that looked ready to burst into tears from holding this too long. Her voice scratched as she purred out the finish to her curse. “Y-Youuuuuuuuuuu… aughhhh…..”

[Flamintree]

Triumph swelled in her chest as she felt the Marauder's discharge coating her mouth. She lapped at it, basking in the small victory that she'd managed to gain even when put on the ropes.

With the redhead's body down on the mat, it left her free rein to push herself out from that damn position and take a much better one. Her arms moved to grab each of Angelina's wrists and push them into the floor as Shelby got on all fours above the other woman. Then, with the practised ease of someone who'd performed this move a hundred times, she lifted her knee and drove it into Angelina's sensitive pussy.

In both a taunt and a sensual play, she opened her mouth and let some of Angelina's cum dribble down onto her. The fluid slithered down her tongue and fell in rivulets onto her opponent's face, both rubbing in the fact that Shelby had forced her to orgasm and making a show for the lechers in the audience.

"Salty..." She snickered.

[Monsy]

Post-Orgasm, Angelina was a tired heap. Her thirst climbed. And her cloud nine soared higher, continuously lapped into a sensitivity where even the faintest touch earned her whimper out loose, wet lips. Both of Angelina’s wrists were shoved flat to the mat.

She had no countering strength.
Her eyes looked up with a perpetual daze and constant involuntary tremble, like her body was continuously on edge. Then the knee came in. “G-GYAHH!!” And she can suddenly feel her eyes become glassy and leak at the corners. They slipped into the back her head. The pain itself was molten and pulsating through her pelvis, into her tummy and eventually reaching her throat. Her back arched.

She began a soft sob.
Even so. The knee brought her to a shallow second climax. Her toes curled and thighs quaked violently for about a second. She was hypnotized, maw slack, drinking her own cum mixed with Shelby’s spit where she croaked, breathily, “Give… I give. I’m done.”

[Flamintree]

Damn. With all the fire that the Marauder had been breathing earlier, she'd thought that the other woman would put up a tougher fight.

Oh well, she wasn't going to complain that a win was easier than she'd thought. Her fight with whoever had made it to the championships would be coming up soon, and she wanted to be as undamaged as possible for that.

Now that it was over, there was only one thing left to do. As the rules had promised, the winner would have their way with the loser.

Honestly, she didn't have any real desire to punish the sobbing girl. She was in it for the money, not out of some sadistic pleasure. She'd do anything to win, but a foe that had folded this easily didn't leave much wishing for revenge. Still, rules were rules, and she knew that viewers would be expecting to see a humiliation segment.

Grabbing hold of the redhead's thighs, she bent Angelina's back to show off the Marauder's womanhood to the cameras. With that angle prepared, she slid her fingers inside of her foe and began to pleasure her. With the cameras fully occupied by the sight of her rival's spread legs, none but Angelina would be able to see the Little Dollie's bored expression.

It was a robotic movement, yet one that had been practised so many times that the defeated loser wouldn't stand much of a chance. Fingers in, out, searching for the g-spot and repeating until the redhead came. It was a mercifully quick punishment for an opponent that had been felled without much fanfare. Once she felt warm cum on her fingers once more, she dropped the woman and stood to prepare for the final match.

[Monsy]

She wiped her face and swallowed her cum.

It tasted like flavoured spit. Not the worst, but still spit. “Bugghhhhhh… Fffuck.” A forearm went over her eyes. First to get more sweat and oil off, then to merely rest as two orgasms left her dizzy. Her legs were fuzzy. A pulsating after-pleasure fluttered in her thighs and up her back, giving it a permanent soft arch.

She knew what came next, so kept her forearm on her face. The second hand raised in a defeated shrug and then slapped the oily mat.

“Just make it quick.”

Two fingers stirred her insides like a malleable dildo. The two orgasms left her sex drooling with overstimulated need. She was sore from the strike. But finger-fucking her was like penetrating a honey pot, then being squeezed from the sides to go deeper every time she groaned gently.

Her hand crawled the mat. Her legs opened. Her tummy shivered. Her toes curled. And she felt a thump in her chest—hammering as her G-spot was exploited. She didn’t want to slam her feet, so she slid her heels around and started turning her head from left to right in a staunch but cracked composure. The loudest noise in the room was the squelch of her filled pussy being to pool arousal between her legs

She shook. Sometimes sharply. She felt hot to touch and began to reek of sex. Her hips moved around to squirm and she started gasping. Finally, she lifted her hips up—one side higher than the other as she fought the urge to turn on her side. Her teeth clenched. And she threw her head back.

“F-F…GOD!!! FUCK!” Her voice growled. With the hand still penetrating as she came on Shelby’s fingers, she gripped Shelby’s wrist. Then she let go. Shelby had left soon after.

Angelina took a deep breath on the mat. Many deep breaths. The video cuts afterward, skipping Angelina’s unceremonious apathy from getting up in the middle of the mat and walking off to go shower.

Onto the next cool thing.

[Monsy]

Winner: Shelby Marwood