Holly & Blanco's S+M Session ... [for BlackAkuma]

[Luncha_Libre]

“AH!” Holly gasped in surprise as Sabine pulled her hair, exposing her neck to several firm kisses. Holly’s breath caught in her throat, and she felt vulnerable. The kisses planted along her neck made her shiver, helplessly, and she muffled another gasp when she felt the tug of teeth on her flesh. Holly closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Sabine mentioned a wrestling match, and she climbed onto the bed. There, on all fours, she turned to face her opponent. Holly bit her lip, eyes widening as Sabine disrobed and put herself on full display.

Holly’s body tensed, and she watched Sabine circle her. Holly felt vulnerable on all fours, her round ass in the air and her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her top at any moment. Holly knew she looked soft, nervous. Sabine had dominated her once, and in this environment Holly didn’t know what she could do about the German dom this time.

“Alright,” Holly said, taking a deep breath, “I’m going to give it all I’ve got …” Holly promised, her ams tensing. Holly’s fingers gripped the bed, and she tried to ready herself. Her round ass wiggled in the air a bit, trying to ready her body for what was coming.

****

Meanwhile, as they circled one another in the ring, Blanco was trying to figure out what was in Morrigan’s head. That is, he had some idea of what was going through her head, she had been exactly as forward as she needed to be, in order to clue even him in, to that. But how motivated was Morrigan going to be? How badly did she want to avoid having to take an L to Holly? Either way, the luchador knew he was going to have his hands full.

Blanco stopped the moment Morrigan came barreling in at him. This being a private match with personal stakes, Blanco wasn’t expecting a tight, technical contest. Morrigan was going to give him a fight, and sure enough she was coming at him hot and fast with a lariat! Morrigan went high, but not too high. Her speed and momentum didn’t give him much room to dodge or counter, so Blanco went with the one other option … just take it!

“Hnngh!” Blanco grunted as the arm slammed into his chest. Blanco braced himself, taking the arm across the pectoral with his arms up to brace himself, and as he let the impact take him off his feet he made sure to kick up and land flat across his back. Painful, but a lot less so than crashing down half-assed and getting the wind knocked out of him!

Rolling with the blow, Blanco got up to his feet and into a ready position a few feet away. Keeping himself loose, Blanco stepped back to invite Morrigan to take another swing, hoping that this time he would be ready!

[BlackAkuma]

There wasn’t much going on in Morrigan’s head, at least no more so than usual when Blanco was involved. Right now, she was mostly thinking about getting this man into the bed and fucking him brainless, which was what she’d wanted to do from the jump. Possibly with Holly watching - it had been a while since she’d gotten to do some cuckolding, and she couldn't have asked for a better opportunity. She could just imagine the Briton losing her mind as she rode her hubbie out, and gave him some of the best sex of his life in the process.

Good motivation did wonders for her, and it drove her hard as she came barreling towards Blanco, her arm raised, looking to land a decapitating blow. The Morrigan was more than a little shocked that she actually connected with the damn thing, but maybe that was just the element of surprise. Whatever the reason, he went down, crashing hard on the canvas.

He didn’t stay down, though, credit on him - Morrigan spun about to already find the gun on his feet, beckoning her on. He was showing a lot of grit for a man she’d been milking only a few hours ago, she’d give him that, and it just made her all the more eager to wring it out of him.

The Morrigan didn’t stop moving. She hit the ropes, bounced off, and came rushing in on her foe again, closing the distance with a powerful stride. As soon as she was close, she brought up her leg, looking to drop him with a boot to the chest - this time, he’d stay down.

Sabine, meanwhile, was rather enjoying the show, as Holly got into the spirit of things. The woman had a wonderful body, and she was given an excellent view of it as they circled each other, her wide hips swaying about as they traced the perimeter of the bed. While she doubted the woman had any more confidence here than in the ring, this sort of wrestling was more in her favor than she might have realized - the two of them were fairly close in weight, and Sabine’s height advantage would mean little like this.

Solid considerations, but nothing that would deter Sabine from her prize. ”Holly, I would have it no other way.” She rolled her shoulders and hunched forward. ”On guard. Let’s begin.”

Sabine wasted no time, moving forward straight away throwing herself at Holly, attempting to lock up with her from the opening moment. She spread her legs wide, hunkered down, and bid her opponent to do the same, wanting to get a good feel for the kind of power that the Briton had to work with.

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco rolled back up to his feet ready to move. He watched the entirety of Morrigan’s body, trying to be ready for whatever move she threw next. Of course, watching her strong and curvy figure was enough to be distracting on its own, watching her bounce around the ring in tight clothes that left little to the imagination … luckily, the powerful woman would go straight into her next move, not giving Blanco’s mind enough time to wander to what was in store for him if he lost this sparring match!

Seeing Morrigan come off the ropes, Blanco knew there was another big hit coming his way. This time, though, Morrigan was taking aim with one of those big, powerful legs. The boot came in high, and could have crushed Blanco’s face if it connected. Snapping into motion, Blanco went low where Morrigan went high, ducking under the big boots and stepping through to come out behind Morrigan. Familiar with the big boot, Blanco knew that the move usually left the attacker off balance if they weren’t suddenly stomping the victim into the dirt … so he wanted to be ready.

Stopping, Blanco glanced over his shoulder. With Morrigan likely off balance, Blanco readied for her to turn back around to find him … and once she did, he would spin on his heel to drive a spinning back kick into that powerful belly of hers, trying to double her over, hoping to follow that up with a high knee right to her ample chest!

***

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, things were heating up in a very different way. Holly could feel a nervous, cold sweat forming on her brow in anticipation. Holly was on all fours, inching backward as Sabine joined her on the bed. The British girl had no confidence that she really had a chance, here. Shaking her head, Holly tried to push those thoughts out of her head. For her own peace of mind, she had to try. She just had to!

“Hnngh!” Holly gasped as Sabine lunched into her and locked up! Holly’s shoulders flexed as she tried to push back against Sabine. Normally, Holly thought, in bedroom matches this is where she would try to go low and aim to grapple Blanco by his manhood … obviously not an option here, tonight. No, Holly was going to have to try and wrestle her way out of this one.

“Nngh,” Holly grunted, as she tried to push back against Sabine, “you’re going d-down, Sabine …” Holly groaned out the words, as she pushed back against her opponent. Holly started to blush, as she felt her soft body press into Sabine’s figure. Her gentle, silky curves pushed into Sabine’s powerful body, her ample breasts mushrooming against Sabine. Holly’s buns flexed with the effort of pushing against the German, and Holly could feel her lower back starting to twinge before she could start to even get an inch of ground pushing back against the dominatrix!

[BlackAkuma]

In Holly’s defense, Sabine had to put no small amount of force into the effort of keeping her at bay. She didn’t show it on her face, maintaining the same calm, aloof smile that she was famous for, but the signs showed elsewhere on her body. Trembling here and there, struggling to keep her stance solid. She wouldn’t go as far as to say they were evenly matched, but they were close enough that this felt like work.

”So confident.” Sabine chuckled as she gave Holly a strong push, testing her limits. [color=ff00bf]”But is that a quiver I hear in your voice? A stammer? You seem less than sure.”[/color]

While she believed she would overpower her foe eventually, Sabine had no interest in testing the theory, not when there were more interesting avenues available. Instead, she brought away from their hold, ducked down, and swung around to behind her, trying to capture with a waist lock from the rear. She let her breasts press against the woman’s back as she held her tight, and her lips found their way to the base of her neck for a teasing lick. ”Enjoying yourself so far?”

The Morrigan could certainly say she was. There were few things in the world she liked more than a good brawl, and Blanco had proven he could give her that much twice before. This third time was no different. A lot of guys would’ve been like a deer in the headlights when she came rushing in, totally open, but him? He had plans, he had execution.

She came at him hard this time, looking to take him off guard, but she should’ve known better. Not only did he dodge, but he waited until the last second and left her stumbling, giving him a wide open window to work with. She turned around as fast as she could, which wasn’t fast at all, and took a kick to the gut for her troubles, one that sunk deep and knocked the wind out of her.

But she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn't retaliate, and when Blanco came in with the knee, she was ready for it. She took the move, cracking her hard in the chest, but that didn't stop her from plowing forward. She wrapped her arms around his legs, lifted him up, and charged straight towards the furthest corner, looking to mash him up against the turnbuckle and pin him there with her bodyweight.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Nngh!” Holly grunted with effort as she pressed back against Sabine. Worry creased Holly’s forehead, and she leaned into the redheaded dominatrix. The wrestling contest had just started, but Holly already felt outclassed and that alone was enough to terrify her. However, when Sabine changed it up by shifting behind Holly, the Brit was caught completely off guard!

“AH!” Holly squeaked, eyes widening as Sabine caught her in a rear waistlock. She could feel Sabine’s warm breasts pressed into her back, and Holly stumbled forward. She fell to all fours, giving Sabine the advantage as the two women grappled on the bed. Holly tried to press up, not really accomplishing much more than grinding her thick ass against Sabine while she tried, and failed, to shake the powerful woman off of her. Holly bit her lip, trying to fight back the panic she felt swelling up in her. Holly pawed at the woman’s arm with one hand, keeping her other pressed into the bed to try and maintain some balance as she struggled against her opponent.

“Ooh,” Holly let out a shocked gasp as she felt Sabine’s tongue on her neck. Her arm faltered, and she nearly went spilling to the mattress below. Holly flushed deep red as Sabine started to overwhelm her, and the Brit knew that she was in a hell of a lot of trouble …

***

Meanwhile, things in the ring weren’t going much better for Blanco. The luchador had landed his spinning heel kick, folding Morrigan over. However, Blanco’s follow through knee strike stopped suddenly, as the Irish woman caught his leg!

“Damn,” Blanco groaned, as Morrigan started to pick him up! “Oh nooooo,” Blanco groaned, not liking where this was going. Blancos’ arms flailed uselessly as Morrigan got his legs, pulled him up off the mat, and charged the two of them into the corner turnbuckle!

“AAAAARGH!” Blanco cried out in pain as his back was smashed into the ring post. He arched his spine, writhing in pain against Morrigan’s thick, dominating figure. The luchador shook his head, trying to fight through the pain. Moaning, arching his spine, Blanco took some deep recovery breaths to try and steady himself. Then, with a deep breath, Blanco reeled back his arm and fired off a forearm strike to Morrigan’s head! He tried to rock her back with a few blows, trying to get enough room to kick his legs up and wrap them around Morrigan’s neck. If he could manage that, he would roll out of the corner, trying to throw the bigger woman with a headscissor takedown that would keep him from being trapped in the corner of the ring … if he couldn’t though, Blanco knew he was in for a world of hurt!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan rammed Blanco against the turnbuckle and immediately began to enjoy the fruits of her labor, grinding her body against his, feeling his muscles press against her own, loving the struggles. She’d admired his body right from the start, and now that she had it all to herself, she wanted nothing more than to take her time and let them both enjoy this.

Blanco, however, had other ideas. More violent ideas. Ideas that involved him getting out of this corner. She was just going in for some action on his neck when the man threw a forearm in her face, rocking her back. The first one shocked her, but the second made her smile, even hungrier. ”That it? That’s all?”

As it turned out, it wasn’t. As soon as he made some space, he brought his legs up, wrapped them around her neck, and came flipping out of the corner, pulling her along and taking her for a ride. Morrigan went flying, ass-over-teakettle, a path that sent her rolling toward the center of the ring. She came up fast and spun around to face him, but maybe she was a little too fast - it left her disoriented and stumbling, wide open for whatever was coming next.

Sabine could hear the commotion coming from the ring, but paid little heed - she had much more intriguing things to command her attention. Like, for instance, the way that Holly’s body curved against her own, the way their hips slid together, the subtle squeaks coming from the hapless heroine…

”’Ooh’?” Sabine mimicked Holly’s noise as she began to pour on some pressure, turning the innocent waist lock into a more sinister bearhug, adjusting her grip. ”Was that a noise of pleasure I heard, fraulein? Mayhaps you’re enjoying this?”

They both knew the answer to that question, but just to drive it home, Sabine pressed her breasts against the woman’s back and moved her lips to her neck, peppering her with soft, supple kisses. She sought her own pleasure, too, as she thrust forward and ground her hips against her, teasing her with fervent humps.

”It’s okay to indulge, Holly.” She ran her tongue along the woman’s neck, all the way up to her ear. ”It’s okay to need.”

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco struggled to keep his breath as Morrigan would grind her powerful body against him. There was no denying how hot this was making him, as sweat shone on his shoulders and his heart started to pound out of his chest. It was a guilty feeling, but unavoidable. This woman certainly knew what she was doing, and as Blanco’s small briefs tightened on him, it was a struggle to get his head back into the game and complete the escape he was attempting. With an involuntary groan escaping his throat, Blanco hit the headscissor, spun out of the corner, and flung Morrigan across the mat!

Blanco took a moment to adjust his rigid manhood, taking a deep breath as he watched Morrigan roll through the ring. Blanco shook his head, trying to get back into the game. Then, he rushed forward. Blanco went low, going into a handstand. He kicked his legs up, and wrapped the around Morrigan’s neck once again. He yanked down roughly, looking to slam her head down with a headscissor DDT that pressed his toned thighs around her neck, and brought his member just inches from her face. Then, he would reach down, grabbing his foot, and cranking on the hold in an attempt to choke her out!

***

Meanwhile, the bedroom had a different sort of action going on. Holly was blushing, but said nothing as Sabine taunted her. The British Bombshell could feel the German woman grinding against her dominantly, and Holly immediately felt small and weak … biting her lip, Holly shook her head, trying not to just crumble into a cowed, submissive mess as Sabine worked her over. The kisses sent chills down Holly’s spine, and as she felt Sabine press firmly against her thick ass cheeks, Holly rocked and grinded back against her.

“N-no!” Holly gasped in denial, trying to twist out of Sabine’s hold. She worked her arm around, until she managed to hook Sabine’s neck. Then, Holly would roll forward, tucking her thick hips against Sabine for leverage. With a sharp jerk, Holly would attempt to throw Sabine over, flipping her onto her back and beneath Holly on the bed!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine let her tongue go wild, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the hapless Briton beneath her. She would dare say that Holly was one of the sexiest women she had ever had the pleasure of taking to her bed - not too small, not too big, not too strong, not too weak. Her body was proportioned to perfection, and it fit against her leaner, muscular frame like a glove.

She sighed, dark and raspy, as the woman’s struggles only served to grind her harder, making the contact more intimate. She began to bring her hand down, working it between Holly’s thighs, and-

”Oh!” A rare yelp slipped through Sabine’s lips as she was brought flipping over her opponent, pulled over her shoulder and dumped on her back. She bounced upwards, then came down to a rest with her arms spread out, looking up at her foe. She could’ve kicked her legs up, rolled away, then gotten back into the fight…but another idea occurred to her. A better idea.

”Well, you’ve got me down.” Sabine smacked her lips. ”Now what?”

”Ugh, now what?”

The Morrigan muttered under her breath as she tried to gather her bearings and make sense of what was going on, but she was having a rough time of it. She still wasn’t used to dealing with crazy moves like that. That off the wall way of fighting was the bane of her existence, so far from what she was used to. ”So done with this Cirque Du Soliel bull…”

That was too bad, then, because it seemed like Blanco still had a heavy amount of those moves ready for her. He came in fast, leaped up, snagged her by the neck, and brought her head crashing down into the mat, hitting her with a solid impact. A good move, one that kept her dizzy.

But then he made the mistake of keeping her in that position, holding her there as he put pressure on his neck, which gave her a lovely view of his engorged member. She looked up with a devious smile, even as he continued to ramp up the pressure. ”What’s this, now?” She reached up and ran her hand over the front his trunks, giving him a slow stroke to start working him up.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly took all of her focus to try and keep herself from cracking under Sabine’s sensual assault. She could feel the air on her wet skin, the chills echoing through her body as Sabine worked her over, but she took a deep breath and did everything she could to focus on gripping Sabine around the head and whipping her over her shoulder with the snapmare!

“Got you!” Holly gasped as Sabine hit the mattress and it rocked beneath the impact. Holly managed to keep her balance, though she nearly belly flopped onto the sheets herself. Holly’s eyes were wide, clearly just as surprised by the takedown as her victim was. But it had worked, and now Holly was in control. Sabine looked up at her, asking where this was going, and Holly realized that she didn’t have any earthly idea! Holly’s mind scrambled, trying to figure out the best possible strategy, some way she could feasibly press her advantage before it was lost.

“Now you’re mine!” Holly said, when an idea came to her. Taking a deep breath, her ample bust swelling against her flimsy lace bra, Holly went down and immediately pressed her ample breasts into Sabine’s face! Holly tried to hook the German redhead around the back of her neck, in an effort to try and smother the stronger woman out. Holly shifted her shoulders, grinding her soft, voluptuous orbs into Sabine’s face, looking to grind her down and try to cut her air off while she had a chance!

***

“Alright, now for …” Blanco grunted, as he shifted on his shoulders in an effort to shift to his next hold. However, Morrigan had other ideas about holds, which Blanco was not prepared for! “H-hhngh!” Blanco gasped, as Morrigan gripped his swollen manhood, stopping him in his tracks.

“Nngh, dammit …” Blanco moaned, his voice coming out in a choke as Morrigan brought him to a shocked stop. The luchador planted his hands against the mat, and shifted his hips, trying to shake Morrigan loose. The technically-minded luchador was not prepared for things to take this twist in the action, but he was immediately embarrassed by that. There was no ref, no real rules, just the stakes and the submission that one of them was going to be forced to cry out in. Blushing beneath his mask, Blanco bucked his hips, trying to choke Morrigan out while bucking her off, but having little to no idea how he could force her to let go of him!

[BlackAkuma]

On paper, this must’ve seemed like a wrong position for Morrigan. Maybe the worst.

She was down, had her head trapped by Blanco’s legs, and he was in the process of choking her right the fuck. She would need to breathe even as strong as she was, and he smartly targeted her weakest point. She should’ve been panicking, trying to get free, figuring out a solution.

And yet, she wasn’t all that vexed, being honest. She had the man right where she wanted him. She held tight, even as he thrashed around, and let her hands slip into the darkness of his trunk, smiling through her gritted teeth even as he amped up the pressure. She was taking a gamble here, but these were dice she had no problem rolling.

Her hand found his member, gave it a solid grip, and began to work him over - nothing too much, nothing too hard. Just a few quick pumps, looking to see what his reaction was.

Back in the bedroom, Sabine found herself in almost the exact position, as Holly inexplicably took a dominant position over the dominant. She’d been flipped over and was vulnerable, but the Briton didn’t seem to register it at first - it was like she was so used to bein the one out of control that she had no idea what to do with it. You could almost hear the gears in her head churning, but to her credit, she came to a consensus soon enough as she brought two of her greatest weapons to bear.

Sabine licked her lips in anticipation as Holly lowered her breasts, letting them spread out across her face to form an airtight seal. In all fairness, it was one of the better breastsmothers she had ever seen, and she was in a unique position to make such judgment. She did a great job of using her arms to pull her face in deep, a step that others often neglected, which made the move a legitimate threat instead of mere titillation. Holly could actually knock her out with this.

Would she, though? That was less certain.

For now, Sabine was content to wallow in her prison. She even rewarded Holly for the initiative, as she brought out her tongue to rub along the woman’s breasts, while her arms reached up to massage her shoulders, caressing wherever her hands could reach.