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

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was looking down at her opponent’s thrashing body with wide-eyed surprise. This … was working! Holly knew that given a chance, Morrigan would easily fold her up, squash her body and put her away like laundry … but right now, the buff dominatrix was trapped and helpless in Holly’s own hold! Holly could feel Morrigan’s hot breath on her supple flesh, the bucking of her strong body, but the powerful wasn’t going anywhere!

“How am- ngh! How am I doing, Mister?” Holly said with a grin, turning to face Blanco with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Blanco simply smiled back, giving her a thumbs up as he watched the display. Morrigan’s face was completely buried in his favorite pair of breasts, and the luchador was clearly into the display. Holly was currently dominating a woman who had very nearly taken him out completely, a fantasy he had always wanted to see. From the growing tent in his trunks, Holly could tell how good a job she was doing, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the silent approval.

Holly turned her attention to Sabine as the woman continued to give her pointers. Listening, Holly tried to shift her weight in the same direction as Morrigan. Using her legs, Holly would leverage her body, putting pressure in whichever direction she needed in response to Morrigan’s thrashings. Holly nodded along, rolling her shoulders to try and separate her pillowy breasts from Morrigan’s face, allowing her a gasp of air … right before shifting forward, and pressing flesh over her face again to cut it off!

[BlackAkuma]

Ugh. This sucked so much for Morrigan. Having this hot, fulsome British babe on top of her, with her soft skin and ample hips and pillowy breasts…

…alright, maybe it wasn’t the worst position she’d ever been in, and she could admit that at least some of her consternation was due to pure salt from Blanco getting the better of her. She didn’t like losing, and liked suffering the consequences of those losses even more. But, at the same time, she didn’t hate the feel of Holly on top, getting a taste of what the masked luchador was used to. The only real problem was the lack of air, which was coming in short supply as Holly effectively used her leverage to maximum effect, riding out every single struggle Morrigan made.

Sabine watched from the sidelines with half-lidded, approving eyes, loving the sight as Morrigan’s struggles began to dye down. Breast smothering was hardly the greatest submission move, but it could be quite effective when the tools involved were large enough, and Holly’s pair were clearly up to the task.

She smirked as the Briton let up on Morrigan, only to drop her breasts again and recapture her in the marshmallow hell, securing a deadly smother. Amusing as it was, though, she knew it couldn't go on forever. Or it shouldn’t, at least, when so many interesting options remain.

[Luncha_Libre]

Watching the ring with rapt attention, Blanco couldn’t help but feel like today might have been the greatest day of his life. Watching Holly dominate another woman was a fantasy he had been harboring for a long time, and the wait to see it fulfilled was … well, Blanco wasn’t going to fixate on that, right now. The fact that Holly was currently smothering out a woman who had, twice now, nearly taken him out completely just added to the spectacle of it.

Holly, meanwhile, was finding herself enjoying this way too much. She looked eagerly at Sabine and Blanco at ringside, blushing a little at the attention. However, that didn’t stop her from grinding her ample breasts against Morrigan’s face, looking to cut off her air and keep her buried under heaving, increasingly sweaty flesh.

“How are you doing, down there?” Holly asked, letting herself smirk a bit. With a grip on Morrigan’s hair, gently but firmly, Holly let her victim get enough breath that she could answer. “Did you want to beg for mercy, now? Or do you want to see how long you can survive this?”

Blanco’s eyes widened, beneath his mask. Holly looked again to the spectators. The Brit hadn’t been thinking too much about what to say, but the idea of making an opponent beg the way that she’d been forced to so many times sent a bit of a thrill up and down her spine. Holly grinned, then looked back down at Morrigan to wait for an answer.

[BlackAkuma]

With no children and no desire to have them, Sabine suspected that this was the closest she would ever come to being a proud parent. There was something so satisfying about watching the submissive embrace their dominant side, in seeing the oppressed try their hand at oppressing. A rare thing, like a flower blooming in the desert, but even more beautiful in its own way. Holly had been in the position that Morrigan was in so many times, now she had a taste from the other side, and she was already getting addicted to it.

The Morrigan’s opinion was decidedly mixed. While she was a switch and didn’t mind being on the giving end, she’d never been with someone so green before, someone she could snap like a twig if push came to shove. But was Holly really that inexperienced? She was breast smothering like a champ, really sealing her in, and it was looking increasingly like she might take a real nap, here. Morrigan squirmed beneath the Briton, putting up more and more of a fight as the seconds passed and her reserves depleted, but…

She gasped and wheezed when Holly finally let up, choking down air as the woman spoke, but even with all that she still had to look up wide-eyed at the woman's words. She was taunting her, actual taunts, and fairly hot ones. There was a playful malice in those eyes.

”Not-” She spat off to the side, cleaning out her mouth. Not begging. Not happening.”

Sabine opened her mouth to throw some advice Holly’s way, but shut it just as quickly. She leaned over, chewing her lips in anticipation, intrigued to see what she might do with the training wheels taken off.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aw, not even a little?” Holly asked, with a pronounced pout of her lip. “I mean, I would hate to have to try and force it out of you …” The Brit smirked, glancing briefly to the people watching at ringside before looking back to her ‘victim.’ Then, Holly shrugged her shoulders, shifting her ample breasts upward and pressing the soft, pillowy flesh up against Morrigan’s mouth. The upper curve of her breasts teased at Morrigan’s nose, threatening to pinch off the last bit of her air …

Meanwhile, Blanco was watching in silence. Seeing Holly dominate another woman had been a fantasy of his since he’d first trained her for wrestling … but it was not one that had really panned out very often. Seeing the British Bombshell start to show some confidence while using her curves to make another woman submit to her … the luchador was getting chills watching this, breathlessly waiting for whatever was going to come next.

“Come on, Morrigan,” Holly said, tossing her hair to one side as she straddled the much more powerful woman that she had trapped beneath her body. “Don’t make me force you, now …” Holly was thinking of some of the humiliations she’d suffered in the ring, and while she didn’t want to dwell on them, she was trying to think of how it would feel being on the other end. With that, Holly began to work her hips, grinding her thick figure against Morrigan, trying to push some of the air out of her body while building heat and friction between their bodies. Holly tucked her hips, grinding her crotch against Morrigan, flexing her lower back and chubby ass as she would grind her soft flesh hard against the defeated dominatrix. All the while, Holly’s gently heaving breasts would grind and smother Morrigan’s face, threatening to put her under …

[BlackAkuma]

Tempting though it was to try and throw more suggestions Holly’s way, Sabine decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. After all, the longer this went on, the less it seemed like the Briton needed any of her advice, as she did a more than adequate job on her lonesome. Beyond that, she didn’t want to interrupt what was unfolding naturally, as they bore witness to Holly’s dominating side spring forth in real, like a butterfly from its cocoon. It was a wondrous thing to watch, and Sabine only regretted that she would have to commit it to memory instead of film. But what a memory it would be.

The Morrigan was inclined to agree, too, and might have done so out loud if not for the breasts over her face. There was no denying how good Holly’s body felt on top of her, enveloping her muscular frame with soft, inviting curves, feeling impossibly heavy and light at the same She moaned into her mounds, enjoying the sensation, and that was before the woman started to grind against her. Thrusting, pressing, slapping their flesh together with a strong, teasing pushing, enough to make Morrigan’s hips grind back before she even knew what was going on.

It felt good, so good, enough to make Morrigan forget about the lack of oxygen for a while, and by the time she remembered her state, it was getting too late. Her body was weakening, her pulse was slowing, and all she could do was weakly struggle in Holly’s grip. Her mouth opened and search for air it wasn’t getting, leaving her to suckle on the bountiful flesh.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was startled by how much she was enjoying her situation, but she couldn’t dwell on it now. Several times in bars, at gyms, coffee shops, wherever people had felt the need to approach her, Holly had told them: she wasn’t gay, her opponents just loved to make her do gay things. Now here she was, however, with this hot powerhouse of a dominatrix beneath her curves barely clinging to consciousness, and Holly was completely in control.

Blanco could hardly believe what he was seeing, seeing how Holly was owning the role of dominant, powerful woman over the much more powerful Morrigan. Blanco could hardly imagine how Morrigan was feeling right now, but he was incredibly grateful now that he’d been able to hang in there during their sparring match … albeit barely. Seeing this, he wondered if he would have fought even harder if he’d known it was going to be this hot.

“Okay, Morrigan,” Holly said, looking down at Morrigan’s eyes as her face peeked up between Holly’s swollen, firmly-pressed breasts, “if you’re not willing to say it, maybe I just need to put you down …” Holly continued to grind on Morrigan, her soft features smothering and overwhelming the powerful body of Morrigan. Holly took a free hand and gripped Morrigan’s dark hair, and pressed her face deeply into her breasts. Holly shimmied her shoulders, letting her breasts come spilling out of the top, soft white flesh completely engulfing Morrigan’s face. Pink nipples poked at Morrigan’s face as she pressed her chest into the larger woman’s face, cutting her air off, waiting for the struggling and noises from beneath her to stop …

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine looked on as Sabine continued to work his magic, sparring the occasional glance towards Blanco and reading his reactions as well. He was into this, as most men would’ve, but she couldn't help but think that his attention was perhaps more rapt than most would expect given the wild circumstances. A laser-focus, as if he was watching something that he never thought possible. A touch of pride? Perhaps.

It was enough to bring a smile to her face, and that smile only widened when she got her gaze back to Holly, watching as the woman’s breasts spread across her partner’s face and created an unbreakable seal. She leaned forward with a tinge of worry, wanting to make sure that Morrigan wasn’t in real danger, but they were far from that point - so far, the only thing she had to worry about was an impromptu nap, which seemed to be on the agenda regardless.

The Morrigan was going out. Slowly, surely, unavoidably. When Holly tipped forward, the Irishwoman’s entire world was cast into a hot, sweaty darkness, slipping over her eyelids, filling her nostrils, swelling across her tongue. The Morrigan struggled and fought, but even her power didn't count for much without oxygen to back it up, and she’d gone for far too long without. A long, lewd moan echoed through her body, she thrusted against Holly in search of fading pleasure and then…

Going, going, gone.