"Welcome to the Jungle": The Midnight Panther's First Spar, feat. Angelica Lazarescu

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin's senses slowly started returning to him just as Angelica climbed back in the ring off to his side. Still dizzy, he tried to plant a hand on the ground to start stumbling his way back to his feet only to find his arm wouldn't move. He tried the other arm--same result. Through the swirling head, Austin suddenly sobered up as he realized with horror what had happened.

His arms were tied up in the rope and restrained. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"You're lucky there aren't any strap-ons here. Otherwise, I'd be getting medieval on your ass," he heard Angelica taunt down at him.

Well, I still have my pride. I'm not gonna beg for mercy, if that's what she wants, Austin thought. He looked up at his opponent and opened his mouth to respond: "Sorry Angie, but you gottaaahAAHhh--"

Austin's retort died as Angelica's foot tapped on his manhood. His cock was still soft, spent from the dominant ass-pounding he had delivered unto Angelica, but it was also still very sensitive after two climaxes this match. Angelica next gently pressed her foot down on his shaft and begin softly stroking with her sole. Austin's hips bucked slightly, an involuntary motion as his body tried to escape Angelica's teasing, but to no avail as she simply moved her foot along with Austin's cock. In fact, his body's automatic squirming only seemed to make the pleasure worse, increasing the soft friction between his cock and her foot. Austin began trying to pull his arms in to protect himself, but they refused to budge; Angelica had done her due diligence when tying the man up.

And so, when Angelica teasingly ordered "ATTEN-HUN!" Austin's cock followed commands. He felt it begin to harden under the inescapable, unceasing erotic sensations subjected upon his shaft, and Austin couldn't stop himself from throwing his head backwards from the feeling. "Agghhhhhhh," his moan escaped through his gritted teeth, and he tried to control his breathing to fight against his body's desire to release.

And it was all he could do to steel himself mentally, for physically he was now Angelica's to toy with.

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This was fucking perfect! Such grand comedic timing that tickled Angelica's funny bone something fierce. Her lips drew back into a sadistic grin, and with her hands settling on her hips, she was looking more like the experienced Domme that Emilia wasn't. It was delicious, watching that whole-body squirming just from a little back and forth with her foot. "Aww, wha'ssa'matta, you?" She asked with mock sympathy. "You sore now?"

She shifted her foot to apply a little pressure to his balls. "What should I do with you, hmm?" Not crushing them, but presenting the threat. "Hmm? Any requests?"

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

"You sore now?"

Austin bit back a reply; he didn't want to make his situation worse. Angelica's foot felt great, of course, but if Austin said the wrong thing, his opponent could easily do something to speed up his body's process. With enough time, Austin might be able to slip out of the rope binding his arms and somehow win--and that wouldn't happen if Angelica really started putting in work on his down-south buddy.

He also wasn't keen on losing and finding out what Angelica had planned for him post-match, either. Austin had considered their sparring match thus far to be as enjoyable as it was instructive. He didn't have anything against Angelica, either; they were just two athletes competing against each other, which always leads to someone being on the winning side and someone being the loser. He wasn't worried about post-match punishment being painful or hateful, it just never felt good to lose.

Unless Angelica had meant her earlier strap-on comment, in which case Austin imagined it would be very painful. Thank GOD there are no cameras in here! he found himself thinking yet again.

Finally, Austin opened his mouth to speak...and once again, he choked on unspoken words as Angelica's foot suddenly shifted down from his cock and pressed gently on his balls. It wasn't exactly a painful experience(yet), but it still sent a shock up his spine nevertheless.

"What should I do with you, hmm?" she teased. "Any requests?"

"Sorta, it's more of a suggestion, actually," Austin responded, grinning through his bad situation. He had decided that, if he were going to lose (the most likely outcome now), he would at least go down with a competitive attitude.

Plus, it was fun to talk trash!

"Give up now before I win!"

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A "suggestion", huh? Angelica was already thinking up punishments. Let's hear it.

Oh, giving up before he wins. When he's the one tied up. "I'm not the one letting my advantage go like a Bond villain, Austin." And to that point, the next step came and went at a quicker, more reasonable pace than one would see on screen: Crossing her arms, she grabbed the bottom ends of her top

exposing her full, perky breasts to him. Only her long gloves and thigh-high boots would keep her from full nudity now.

With one hand, the index finger of the other, and some snap of the wrist, she slingshot her top into his face, using the time he was blinded to settle between his legs,

and sandwich his thick, throbbing tool in between her tits. Squeezing him tight in her soft curves, she started him down that course to his end, alternating between simple up and down motions and

drinking in his tortured expressions all the while.

"I'm not gonna stop with this next one." Angelica declared with a wicked, smoldering red gaze. "I'm gonna make you cum again. And again. And again and again and again, beyond that point where you've run dry..." A quick, anticipatory nip of her bottom lip would punctuate her statement. "...Beyond that point where you're shooting out flags that say "BANG!" Until it feels like your dick is about to explode!"

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin's grin stayed planted on his face, even as he watched Angelica slowly peel her top up over her head and off her body.

Not that Angelica stripping was something to frown over, of course--her perfect tits bounced juuuuuuust right as they escaped from the bottom of Angelica's tight tank top--but it meant she had a plan in motion. A plan to finish Austin, and the match.

What passed for Austin's train of thought while his mind was still swamped from Angelica's footjob was cut off as her spandex tank top suddenly smacked into the middle of Austin's face. It was fairly damp this late in the match, and every breath forced Austin to inhale Angelica--again, nothing to really frown over, of course. One doesn't exactly sign up for LAW hentai matches unless you 're willing to get wet, wild, and do dirty, dirty things, with most hentai wrestlers considering the raunchy, nasty, disgusting and animalistic "wrestling moves to be an overt plus instead of an "Ew."

Austin did too, at least, but he wasn't going to just sit there and take it; that would be akin to giving up, and he would always fight to the last. He could feel Angelica lifting and moving his lower body, too, so he forced himself to focus on the match again. He shook his head from side to side a couple of times, and Angelica's shirt was tossed from his face next to him on the mat. Austin then looked back at Angelica.

THAT'S when his grin vanished. Angelica had Austin's hips in her lap, his ass propped up on her thighs--and she had Austin's cock right by her breasts.

And then, the torturous pleasure really began. Angelica's tits squeezed perfectly around Austin's erection, forcing yet another involuntary gasp from his mouth, and his body squirmed far worse than before during the footjob. To make matters worse, Austin was suspended slightly above the mat. Angelica had sat Austin's ass on her thighs and wrapped his legs around her lower torso, but what really didn't help was that Austin's upper body was effectively tied to the bottom rope by the arms.

And when Austin squirmed, that elastic bottom rope responded, sending his body back towards Angelica and forcibly sliding Austin's cock up and down between her tits with extra gusto.

And to make everything doubly worse, the sweat on Angelica's skin provided a WONDERFULLY slick lubricant for Austin's erection. It was the perfect storm.

It took everything for Austin to hold on from this onslaught, and Angelica's unceasing, unstoppable stimulation of his throbbing member ripped an embarrassing moan of "HaaaaaahhhhfffuuUUUUUUCCKKKK...." from deep in Austin's soul. His breathing had now become rapid as his body was subjected to more and more sexual pleasure, and his voice was laced with uncontrolled panic. For the second time this match, Austin was an animal stuck in a trap, unable to fight back or escape as a larger hunter tore at him with impunity, and Austin's body only squirmed more and more as the pleasure built and built.

Trying everything to resist, Austin sucked in as if he had eaten a lemon, then bit down slightly on the insides of his cheeks. He didn't bite hard enough to draw blood or leave a mark, but it was enough to mentally steel himself a little more. He could resist a little more, but not for too long...

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"HaaaaaahhhhfffuuUUUUUUCCKKKK...."

Angelica's tongue swept across her lips. She could practically taste it now. "Mmm, yeah! That's the idea!" Harder. Faster. With more predatory fervor. She didn't want him to pop. She wanted him to fucking explode. "Listen to those animal urges! Stop fighting and let it happen!" Her voice lowered and the words came out harsher. Just a step or two away from growls. This was a fantasy coming to life for Emilia: Her and a powerful man engaged in a carnal struggle. No intimacy. No love shared...

The pain helped. Kept her mind on the mission, when in her past Hentai escapades, it would've been sucked into that deep sea, with her body following right behind. "Cum for me! Let it out all over my face!"

His mind was lost and his writhing body didn't know how to handle it. Cue another idea bulb. She was hot and feeling pornographic.

Angelica would finally release Austin from her fleshy, pectoral prison, but he'd only get to enjoy his freedom for all of a second before she took him into his mouth and bobbed on that apple like her unlife depended on it. No ceremony. No more build up. Just straight dick sucking. Dripping with a mixture of his precum and lots of saliva to trail down to his balls. Wet and nasty.

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin could feel it; it was close.

Austin wasn't sure how he had even managed to survive as long as he had so far with Angelica. His precum was now flooding down his cock, mixing with his and Angelica's sweat to lube her divinely-soft tits and torture Austin's manhood that much stronger.

Finally, he looked at Angelica's face, and their eyes locked. He felt her gaze drive into the back of his head and into his soul, and Austin realized that she already viewed him as a doomed animal to play with before ultimately gobbling him up.

"Listen to those animal urges!" she demanded. "Stop fighting and let it happen!"

A voice hidden away deep within Austin wanted to obey, wanted him desperately to give in and become the animal he was. Austin and Angelica truly weren't much better than animals right now, either. Their soaking bodies glided against each other as their minds were both driven mad with the desire for aggressive, barbaric sexual conquest over the other, and the inhuman grunting and panting and growling coming from deep inside them echoed around the entirety of their private gym room.

It was disgusting. And Austin NEEDED more...

NO! Austin shouted at the voice, defiant in desperation. I...won't...give...in!

As if Angelica could hear Austin's internal battle, she then demanded: "Cum for me! Let it out all over my face!"

He could see her own desires shining through her dominant grin and hungry eyes. If Austin gave in now, Angelica wouldn't stop. She would finish him over and over and over again until he couldn't finish anymore--and then she would keep going. Austin likely wouldn't be able to cum again for months without residual pain.

Austin struggled to speak through the sexual brain-fog that laid heavy over him: "I...I'll n-nev-...-er.."

Angelica then played her trump card. She took Austin's legs from around her waist and pinned them up in the air as if she were about to rail him with MIssionary sex. Then, Austin's body forcibly took a huge gulp of air as his throbbing cock disappeared inside Angelica's mouth. She quickly followed it up by bobbing her head up and down his length, and Austin paled as he felt the Romanian's tongue brush mercilessly against the underside of his erection's head right where it was most sensitive.

The match was as good as over.

Except, Austin suddenly saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

He had to forcibly cum inside Angelica one more time to win.

Forcibly.

Inside.

Austin's legs wrapped around Angelica's head in a flash of lightning, driving her mouth down his entire length once more until her face was squished into his waist with barely any way to breathe. He locked her head there, forcing her to choke on his manhood while Austin took control of the match one last time. He watched--savored--as reality slammed into Angelica, and eyes went from predatory to panicked and horrified at her impending doom. Her failed attempts to escape Austin's grasp only caused her tongue to excite Austin more, and he couldn't get enough of the panicked GAWK noises frantically emanating from her throat.

Austin caught Angelica's eyes one more time, and this time he stared into her soul:

"Checkmate."

Austin's throbbing dick finally exploded in Angelica's mouth, and it caused Austin to emit his loudest moan of the entire sparring match. His cock spasmed and shot load after load into Angelica's throat, all while Austin kept the girl's head locked his shaft and forced her to take every bit of cum he unleashed. His own hips bucked slightly in ecstasy from the sexual release, until finally his orgasm began to slowly die down and he fell back against the bottom rope beneath him, breathing heavy.

He didn't release Angelica yet, though; his manhood was still releasing its last, intermittent spurts of his seed inside the woman's mouth, and Austin wanted to make sure she took all of it. After all, she was the one responsible for the magnitude of his climax. It was only right she "enjoy" her spoils. Finally, though, Austin's cock twitched its last inside Angelica and softened, and he could feel the mix of cum and saliva leaking from her mouth around his member.

He released his scissorhold around Angelica's head before collapsing to the mat, exhausted beyond movement but very gleefully satisfied at single-handedly turning Angelica's mouth and throat into a cumdump at full capacity.

He had WON!

[DSX93]

It was over. Angelica just had to push Austin's body past the finish line to get it caught up, but she had this won. The blowjob was her victory lap. Her dessert. And when she was finished, she'd make him obey that last command.

Or so she thought before Austin's meaty thighs wrapped around her head, crushed her face, and held her in place with his dick jammed down her throat.

Emilia was worried less about the match and more about suffocating; for weeks now, she's been using bananas, cucumbers, and other phallic objects to practice her deep-throating. It's been a gradual process, but she's brought herself to the point where she can swallow a pork sword the size of Austin's...with preparation. Like an athlete with their stretches or voice actors and singers with diaphragm exercises, she needed time to warm up.

She was still cold, stiff, and very much in possession of a gag reflex that seemed to working out damn well for the Panther there.

She didn't swallow. Couldn't swallow. He just shot it down the hatch, his orgasm no doubt made even more powerful by the sight of her face, wide-eyed with tears running down her face. And she was stuck like that. There was no turning her head, and no one to blame but herself for the horrid humiliation she was being subjected to.

This had to be a record: She, Emilia Morasanu, is now the world's dumbest member of Mensa.

This was going on for too long. Far too excruciatingly long. She was seeing spots. Darkness was filling her screen's borders.

If he'd held on for one second longer, she would've stuck her fangs in him. But as it was, all that she was able to do when he released her was to fall pathetically onto her hip, turning away to cough up -- and once, at the end, belch up -- what had been forced down her gullet.

[IJustLikeBirdsMan]

Austin couldn't gulp enough oxygen after that finish. He gasped more than he inhaled, and his body lay there limp, half on the mat and half on the bottom rope still. And he had won! He smiled a little as he watched Angelica, defeated, rolled away from him to cough up his cum. Angelica looked a veritable mess now, too: her body was covered in sweat, both her own as well as Austin's, and his seed was still flowing not just from her mouth, but from her ass as well due to Austin's earlier onslaught. She looked...well, she looked well-used.

Austin smiled, pleased with himself: I did that.

Of course, he didn't look much better: his spent manhood, flopped over and just as exhausted as the rest of Austin, was still drenched in a mixture of cum, precum, and Angelica's saliva, and his body was easily as shining with sweat as his opponent's.

But it didn't matter...he had won.

Not a bad first spar, all things considered he thought to himself. A handjob, anal, a titjob, all topped off with her swallowing? And I'm the WINNER? I can't believe we get paid in this business He didn't even try to suppress his smile at this point; his self-satisfaction was evident.

He also couldn't help himself: "Sooo, Angie, which tastes worse: swallowing or losing?" His grin stretched ear to ear...

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"Sooo, Angie, which tastes worse: Swallowing or losing?"

Angelica looked back at the man who was wearing the world's biggest shit-eating grin...Then a grin of her of her formed when she saw his folly: He hadn't even tried to free his arms. "Let me answer your question with a question. Which tastes worse: The realization that you're bragging while you're still trapped..." Her indignation and the opportunity presented by his vulnerability filled her with a renewed vigor. Enough to fuel a sudden, if sloppy lunge for him. Right into a seat on his lap, legs straddling either side of him. Her hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look right at her. She waited just long enough for it to hit him: He'd fucked up, big time.

"...Or the fresh taste of dick in my mouth?"

Then she'd mash her lips into his, pushing her tongue past to force the flavor onto his palette.