In The Black Widow's Web (Feat. Dalia Nadeen Mahmoud and Maura)

[DSX93]

"Mmhh... but of course, Dalia-sama~ What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to tell me something." The next few seconds would pass in silence, aside from whatever sounds that would pass Maura's lips. But no words. None beside Dalia's own. If Maura were to try to speak here, she would be cut off. An interruption that would have its purpose. "Don't say anything until I tell you to. I want you to think about it. Consider your answer." Another pause. Four seconds. She continued to meet the Brazilian's semi-conscious humping with floaty strokes her hand.

"If you had the chance to do anything you wanted to me..." Pause. Four seconds, then Dalia removed her hand from between her legs. Reached up to sweetly stroke Maura's cheek. Bring her hand down to her shoulder, then brush her fingers smoothly on a downward path along her arm. Her hand would stop at Maura's wrist, seizing it. And while she did that, she would

using them to control the horny futanari's pace.

"Anything at all..." Pause. Four seconds.

Stopping her from grinding their bodies together wasn't the goal. Oh no. Dalia was happy to give Maura a little demonstration of one of her sexier match enders. Bring that cock as close to penetrating her as she would get with their bottoms in the way, at the speed that she wanted. Nice and slow. They have plenty of time.

"What would it be?" Pause. Ten seconds this time. "Talk. Be as frank and nasty as you want to be. Let your dick do the talking."

[Lico]

Dalia was taking it slowly, and Maura's curiosity only rising with each pause. Even when she could tell where the question was heading, she had to wait until her client gave her the permission to talk. Meanwhile, even her grinding was subjected to Dalia's control as she expertly maneuvered her smaller form like a puppet on her strings. It was a little frustrating at times, yet incredibly hot as well, if she had to admit. The way Dalia was drilling into her that she's just her pleasure toy was really hitting the mark on her submissive side.

"A-anything..." she repeated once Dalia allowed her to talk. "T-that's... nnhh..."

She was struggling coming up with an answer. Her eyes feasted on the perfection that was Dalia's divine body hoping to find some sort of inspiration as her own increasing arousal certainly didn't help her think clearly.

"I... I want... to hump Dalia-sama's body... your feet... your thighs... your ass... nnh... y-your abs... and your breasts... and to cum... all over them... hnnn...!" she could feel her shaft twitching and throbbing as she answered her client, the embarrassment she felt from admitting her fantasy only fueled her arousal further.

[DSX93]

"A-anything...T-that's... nnhh..."

"Yes. Anything."

"I... I want..." Maura's arousal was overloading her good sense. She needed to be reeled in.

"Focus." Dalia said, while refusing to relent on this sensual torture. Maura's struggle made for good entertainment. Plus, her cock was a nice one to have pressing against her. Good size. It had been some time since Dalia had worked with a futanari. Long enough for it to feel kind of new again. She took deep, controlled breaths through her nose to keep her heart steady in the face of the excitement that threatened to get it throbbing. Quiet, like the learned competitor that she was, but with the way her eyes were devouring her, Maura was certain to notice the rise and fall of her chest, still. "Let the sensations fuel your imagination. Let it go wild. What do you want?"

"To hump Dalia-sama's body... your feet... your thighs... your ass... nnh... y-your abs... and your breasts... and to cum... all over them... hnnn...!"

Now that was a good answer. A lip-bitingly sexy concept. And she had just the reply for it in turn. Her viewers were going to like this.

"I like that answer. So I'll tell you what:" Dalia tightened the hold her legs had on Maura, restricting her movement even further. The smaller woman wouldn't be able to move at all now, but given what the two had in contact, she doubted that she'd mind. She needed her to listen close anyway.

"If you can pin me for the count of three or make me submit, that will be your prize. And to sweeten the pot, only submissions count on my end, and I have to get you three times. But..." She let that hang for about three seconds. What can she say, she likes to create some suspense."If I make you submit once, you have to worship me, from top to bottom. Every. Last. Inch of me. If I make you submit twice, you have to service me in any way I choose, until I orgasm. If you submit three times, you're mine until I say that you aren't. How does that sound?"

[Lico]

Maura felt Dalia's legs restricting her even further now, to the point she couldn't move. Even then, just the feeling of the woman's body against her smaller figure seemed enough to keep her around the edge. He breathing was getting harder, and as she listened to what Dalia said, her cheeks were heating up some more, the pink shades on her face getting more apparent. The last part made her dick throbbed hard as if it silently approved the conditions laid out for her before she gave her client her answer.

"T-that's... s-sounds g-great... Dalia-sama... nnhh..."

The smaller girl gazed into Dalia's eyes with a lovestruck expression, completely fallen under the divine beauty's spell. Even if Dalia said a single submission was what it'd take to permanently own her, she probably would have agreed as well. She had met many clients who dominated her before, but none of them sparked the fire inside her like Dalia. They were barely started and she's already imagining of being the woman's captive!

[DSX93]

Good thing Dalia hadn't made it orgasms that she needed to score. The figurative bell had yet to ring for the contest under this changed ruleset, and she was already getting ever closer to her first. Not in danger of it at the moment, but it wouldn't take too much work to change that. But of course it wouldn't; she was in bed with the Black Widow, after all.

Maura's dick had answered the challenge before her mouth could, and her eyes betrayed an early acceptance of the inevitable.

"T-that's... s-sounds g-great... Dalia-sama... nnhh..."

She was already hers. All that was left now was to make it official.

"I'm glad we're in agreement here. Now..." Dalia released Maura from her clutches and set her feet on the smaller woman's abdomen, giving her a nudge backwards. Assuming she went along with this gentler move to create space, the Egyptian would change her positioning, taking to presenting herself to her opponent on all fours, her side facing Maura. She made no moves to further entice her -- no wiggling of the breasts that were contained by that skimpy top, nor of her nice round ass. She knew that she didn't need the extra motion, and a cocky, sultry smirk that said "take me if you can" showed it.

"Come."

[Lico]

All that stimulation and in the end Dalia pushed Maura away from her. She didn't resist, but there was a slight frustration flashed on her face for a brief moment. Had the taller beauty put her foot a bit lower, there might be a different, slightly messier outcome.

Maura panted a little, but she also shifted herself on all four, although her expression was the opposite of Dalia's. She looked flustered, eager to throw herself onto her client knowing what awaited her after their first exchange. It's supposed to be a contest, but there would be no prize on guessing the result. They both knew, and they both were still excited to go through with it for different reasons.

The smaller girl didn't need a second invitation once Dalia summoned her. She crawled, a little cautiously, but obviously trying to control her urges more than anything else. Her dick already twitching just from getting closer to the divine beauty, and once she felt she's close enough, Maura would try to grab Dalia's arms, aiming to pull the woman and push her face first onto the bed.

[DSX93]

Maura really was well-mannered. So worked up, yet when she's literally being pushed away from further stimulation, she raised no complaints, aside from that look she gave her. Dalia studied what replaced it seconds later as Maura shifted into position. She was eager, but lacked confidence. In spite of the frustration making her throb between the legs as she inched her way forward, "circle around and try to stick it in" didn't seem a likely opening move.

And indeed, Dalia's arms would be her target instead. And when Maura pulled, she pushed her weight towards her, intending to make use of the size difference. Bring the smaller woman down to her back and scramble to establish a

It would be applied about ninety percent correctly with full intention: Not everything would be put into the squeeze, allowing some air to circulate, but it would be a question of whether or not Maura would want to breathe anyway. With Dalia turning her upper body to point her breasts -- which her arms would squeeze together -- right at her face and bringing them so close, who would?

[Lico]

Maura gasped in surprise as Dalia pushed herself onto her in response, throwing off her timing and even ended up causing her to fall on her back. Before the smaller girl could even think of a reaction, she found herself trapped in the side headlock, with her head being brought oh so close to Dalia's breast. For a moment, Maura almost forgot to breathe. The sight of that bountiful orb pointed at her, threatening to smother her already making her twitching a little down there.

"U-uh..." she was then snapped out of it and began to struggle, trying to loosen Dalia's arm with one hand while the other flailing around and attempt to push the taller beauty.

The split effort was ineffective, to say the least. It didn't help that her eyes kept glancing between Dalia's tit and face, as if she couldn't look away for too long from either of them. For some reason, Dalia's somewhat cold and commanding demeanor as well as her sultry expression made a perfect combination and she had found them increasingly alluring over the time. There's a sense of thrill that sparked inside her from being looked down upon by her client, and she's craving for more.

[DSX93]

Dalia remained in place, unmoved by Maura's meager resistance aside from the tickling it did of her funny bone. "All the back and forth that you're doing with your eyes: Is that your way of asking me to grace your pretty face with my perfect breasts? Keep struggling, and I may consider it, depending on your performance."

And Maura would try, but that lack of skill and her entrancement with her body worked together to create something that earned it a low rating. Two stars out of five. At least she tried.

"How cute. So hopelessly taken in by my visage that a simple headlock leaves you helpless. What am I to do with you, Maura? What am I to..." And just then, it came to her. She looked down at Maura with a dark smirk. "I have an idea." Her voice dripped with a mixture of menace and the promise of something sensational.

Using her feet, Dalia would slide smoothly into position, lifting Maura's upper body to create the needed room to kneel behind her, transitioning from a headlock to a sleeper hold. Although her opponent -- oh, who are we kidding, her plaything -- failed her trial, she would still get a little taste of what she desired. The back of her head would be pulled into and against her chest, which would act as a nice couple of pillows while she endured the next.

Dalia's arms would tighten around Maura's neck, cutting off the supply of oxygen to her brain. "Now let's see how you struggle when you can't breathe."

[Lico]

Even the way Dalia taunted her was sending Maura little jolts of excitement. She saw the smirk flashing on the taller beauty's face and gulped nervously. As Dalia began to shift herself, Maura tried to look for an opening created by the movement to slip herself away from her client's grip, but in the end, she didn't find any as the woman's movement was flawless.

She found herself being trapped in a sleeper hold, with her head resting against Dalia's breasts which acted as some sort of pillow for her. The softness was lulling her briefly until the arm around her neck tightened, drawing gasps of discomfort as the smaller girl struggled, her hands pitifully trying to pull away the arm locking her neck.

"A-ack... nnnggh...!"