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

[Luncha_Libre]

Blanco rolled on his shoulders, engaged his abs, trying everything he could to keep the leg lock tight around the neck of Morrigan. If he could neutralize that impressive strength of hers, then he should have this submission match locked up. Unfortunately, Morrigan had completely different ideas.

“OH!” Blanco gasped as Morrigan grabbed his manhood firmly. He tried to keep his hold locked in, but she kept stroking him. Blanco shook his head, trying to keep his focus, but the difficulties there were more than obvious. Blanco bit his lip and tried to shimmy backward.

“Nngh, no w-way …” Blanco groaned, pushing some sweaty hair out of his face as the match continued. Unwilling to give up his hold, Blanco tried to keep his legs locked in. Trying to control his breathing, Blanco kept the hold locked in, allowing Morrigan to continue to work him over with her hand in his trunks, hoping he could choke her out before she got too rough with him …

***

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Holly was shocked to find that she had the upper hand. The British Bombshell was leaning hard into Sabine, feeling the woman’s face get buried deep within her cleavage, soft flesh pressing tight into her features … and Sabine was trapped! Holly took a deep breath, her chest swelling against Sabine’s face, her boobs ballooning against the dominatrix. Holly felt giddy, thinking that she had a chance to actually dominate and win something, here. Even if it wasn’t in front of a crowd, it was still a win, she told herself. If she could just keep this locked on …

“AH!” Holly yelped when she felt Sabine’s tongue slide up her cool flesh. Holly’s grip immediately loosened, allowing Sabine some air. Holly shivered, trying to get herself under control. Her focus was destroyed, and she tried everything to shake it off and get that dominant control back. Then, Holly felt the hands run up her shoulders, caressing her smooth back, sending a shiver up her spine.

“Oooh,” Holly moaned tightly, as she shook her head. Holly’s breasts jiggled, bouncing around Sabine’s face. The British Bombshell took a deep breath, settling her impressive orbs back on Sabine’s face, but struggling to get the technique to try and make it a ‘real’ hold!

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine would concede: Of all the breastsmothers she had seen, Holly’s was far from the worst. She was more qualified than most to make such a statement, too.

It wasn’t just that she had the right tools for the job, though that certainly played a big part. She did a good job distributing her weight and using that to her advantage, of spreading herself out to make unseating her that much more difficult. Proper range, proper spacing, mixed in with a good, solid hold. Sabine was impressed. Genuinely.

That didn’t mean she would be easily cowed, however. Holly was a slave to her own passions, and if Sabine could control them, the woman herself would have to follow. Her hands went to work after she stole a quick breath of air, feeling and touching and poking and prodding all over Holly’s heavenly body. She took the opportunity to experiment, trying to find the areas that drove her opponent wild, seeing which touches had the best effect…

And there was the tongue, of course.

Sabine’s smile widened from within the shadows of Holly’s cleavage as one of her groping hands found a lovely asscheck to dig its nails into. Her teeth set to work on her breasts, as well, gnawing away the flesh with teasing bites and nibbles, gingerly working the supple flesh.

Sabine wasn’t the only one in the house trying to use passion as a weapon - Morrigan found herself in much the same situation with Blanco, though things were admittedly more precarious on her side. As fun as it was to work his joystick and watch him squirm, the pressure around her head was starting to have real effects, leaving her woozy, taking away her breath, and making her see stars. She’d gambled on him just giving up the hold straight out, but he was holding on, about as stubborn as the average mule. She needed to switch to Plan B.

She groaned and rolled over, making her onto her knees, with Blanco still laid out before. The Morrigan put one foot on the floor, then the other, then began to rise up, engaging her back as she deadlifted him straight off the floor, recruiting every muscle she could find for the effort. He wasn’t that heavy of a guy, she could’ve done this easily enough in most circumstances, but it was a big ask with her oxygen reserves so quickly depleting - she needed every scrap of power she could find.

Up, up, up. She lifted him high, stood tall with him on her shoulders, grabbed his legs to keep him place, kept her legs spread to form a solid base. Once all the boxes were ticked, Morrigan gritted her teeth, dashed forwards, and attempted to hammer his back into the corner, looking to nail him with a devastating Buckle Bomb.

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly did everything she could to keep herself on top of her opponent, struggling to keep her balance. With her set-up, and a rack that Holly had to admit she was rather proud of, it wouldn’t be too hard to keep Sabine’s face tucked in between her ample orbs and cut off her air. However, keeping control and balance over the rest of her body was much more difficult. If all she had to do was drape her breasts across Sabine’s face, that might have been the end of it. If Holly could be so lucky …

“Oh!” Holly gasped, as she felt Sabine’s wet tongue slide across her sensitive flesh. She quivered, allowing air to get to Sabine. “Ah! Ooh, I-I … ohhh!” Holly gasped and moaned in surprise as Sabine’s mouth worked over her breasts, teasing and kneading her soft flesh, sending chills down her spine. She arched her back, releasing Sabine.

“AH!” Holly moaned out, as Sabine’s fingers sank into her ass. Holly shivered when the other woman slid her fingers up her body, throwing her head back as Sabine’s hands slid up her sides, up her ribs, toward her breasts. Holly leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on the bed, staring up at the ceiling surprised at the way this woman was suddenly taking control of her body!

***

Meanwhile, in the ring, Blanco was having a very similar experience. The luchador bit his lip, struggling not to moan as Morrigan worked over his manhood, twisting his twitching cock while he tried his best to outlast her and keep his hold locked in. Unfortunately, Morrigan wasn’t as close to going down as Blanco would have hoped …

“Nngh, w-what?” Blanco groaned, as Morrigan rolled them over. Blanco was helpless as he felt his body start to peel off the mat. Morrigan was slowly working the two of them up, getting him into the air on her shoulders. Blanco realized all too late what was happening, still flush and distracted by the way that Morrigan was manipulating his manhood, and by the time he was up in the air it was too late- Morrigan had him up in the air, charged, and flung him to the turnbuckle with a buckle bomb!

“AAAAAUGH!” Blanco cried out in pain as his back rocked the turnbuckle. He was folded back on it, arching his spine in pain, gasping in a scream of agony as he bounced off. Blanco fell off, his slender body hitting the canvas. Grimacing, Blanco kicked the mat in pain. He arched his spine, stomping on the canvas, reaching out with one hand as if he was going to find an escape. Blanco squirmed in agony at Morrigan’s feet, his body completely at her mercy, now!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan stepped back after she launched Blanco, wanting to get a good look at the destruction she caused. It made for quite the sight - he went flying, slammed hard into the turnbuckle, and came down for a rough fall, flopping to his front, not far from where she stood. With hands on hips, she watched him writhe before her, aching and thrashing about, the most delicious look of pain behind that mask of his.

”Oh, boyo.” The Morrigan strutted around him, punctuating every step with a sway of her fulsome hips. ”You’re in trouble now.”

She grabbed his outstretched hand, gripping it hard and yanking it upwards. The rest of his body followed as she pulled him up to his feet in a single, mighty yank, only to shove him back into the corner an instant later. This time, she moved in after him, pressed her body against his to keep him in place, her thigh sliding between her legs to rub against her growing manhood. The Morrigan draped his arms over the ropes, let her breasts mushroom against his chest, and brought her lips close - so very close - to his own, inches away from a real kiss.

”Just you and me, mister. You can be honest.” Her tongue slipped out, dabbing his lips. ”You like being in these kinds of situations, don’t you? Getting the kind of attention the wife just can provide, hm? Nothing wrong with that, get it all the time.”

Holly would undoubtedly have protested that notion if she’d heard a whiff of it. Unfortunately, she had far more pressing matters to attend to, like the dominatrix she had just freed from the prison of her breasts. Sabine took in lungfuls of air as Holly’s breasts came off her face, glad for the relief - for a moment, it had been a dire circumstance. Whatever talent the woman lacked in the ring, she had a body that was capable of real damage when given half a chance, she had to concede as much.

But it would hardly matter now. She was in the driver’s seat, where she belonged. She looked up at her opponent - if you could call her that - with a wolfish grin. ”There’s a world of difference between being on top and being in control, Holly.”

She was eager to show what she meant, too, as she slid up in the bed, wrapped her arms around the Briton’s neck, and brought her back down for a wild kiss, pressing their lips together as she ran her finger through her hair. Her tongue plunged deep, flitting about Holly’s mouth, as if trying to map out every corner and claim it for her own.

[Luncha_Libre]

“Aaaaughh …” Blanco moaned in agony, his thrashing starting to settle down rolling to his back. He still arched his back, drawing his abs and broad chest tight. Opening his eyes, the luchador grimaced in pain as he looked up the full length of Morrigan’s powerful body looming over him. The luchador sighed, knowing that he was in a world of trouble. Before Blanco could reach out and grab the ropes, Morrigan had him by the wrist and yanked him roughly up off the canvas.

“Hnngh!” Blanco grunted, as his back hit the turnbuckle again. This time, however, Morrigan wouldn’t let him collapse to the mat. “Aah,” Blanco gasped as Morrigan pressed into him, feeling her strong thigh press against his bulging cock. Hearing her run him down, Blanco tried to deny her. He shook his head, but couldn’t come up with words. He tried to pull back but couldn’t escape. He only managed to grind his lean figure against Morrigan’s powerful body.

“AH!” Blanco gasped as he felt Morrigan’s tongue dart against his lips. He tried to argue with her but couldn’t. his heart was pounding against Morrigan’s breasts, his firm pecs pressed into her. Worst, his manhood was threatening to burst out of his trunks, so hard it was causing him some pain, leaving a humiliated but aroused Blanco powerless to deny Morrigan’s charges!

***

Meanwhile, Holly was in trouble of her own. Having been forced to release Sabine, her soft body was now easy prey for the German dominatrix. And Sabine was taking full advantage of the opportunity. Holly gasped and writhed under the redhead’s touch, letting her kneed her flesh and work her over. Sabine’s wolfish grin and dominant words snapped Holly back to reality.

“Oh, God …” Holly half-gasped, half-moaned as Sabine pulled her in for a deep kiss! Holly’s throat vibrated as Sabine’s tongue explored her, hot and wet. Holly quivered and squirmed on top of Sabine, her soft body grinding against the stronger woman. Holly tried to pull back, rolling over slightly, taking position next to Sabine on the bed. Holly’s heart was pounding, eyes fluttering closed, unsure what was even happening to her as Sabine took firmer control with each passing moment …

[BlackAkuma]

Sabine’s attention was redirected away from Holly, as she heard Blanco’s cries emanating through the wall. She smiled, a knowing grin, as she continued to work over the Briton and indulge in the fruits of her labor. The Morrigan was taken with the young man, no doubt turned on more than she cared to admit by someone who could beat her in a fight. She regretted not having the foresight to plant a camera in that room so she could watch it later, but knowing how eager her partner would be to talk about the play-by-play, she doubted it would matter much either way.

She pushed the idle thought away as she focused on the more important task of driving her wild. Holly rolled over to the side, quickly giving over to her lust, and Sabine followed suit. She pushed the woman over to her back, but didn’t move to mount her right away, instead draping a single leg over her lap as she began to kiss downward, blazing a trail of hot kisses that led towards her blooming chest.

”You are a slave to your lust, Holly.” Sabine’s thigh slid up and down on her lap, rubbing against her pussy through the thin material for some added stimulation. ”If you want to be successful, you need to control that lust. Harness it.”

Sabine made her way to one of Holly’s breasts, her tongue running down the edge of her bra until it was just above the nipple. She didn’t plunge in just yet, but stayed teasingly close, threatening to move in immediately. ”Tell me - what would you do right now, if I let you?”

It was an intriguing question that Morrigan didn't struggle with, as she continued to take everything she could want from Blanco. She pressed him up against the turnbuckle and cooed as she felt his hardness against her, driving hard into her lap and driving her even crazier. She needed him. She wanted him. Right here, right now.

The Morrigan brought her leg down and thrust her hips forward, humping him against the turnbuckle. She dove in and took his mouth with a dominating kiss full of teeth, letting her lips running wild and nipping at his lips as she pulled away. ”Here’s what gonna happen, Blanco.” She forced his head back and lapped at his neck, long and lustful licks. ”In a couple seconds, I’m gonna drop you and fuck you raw. So fucking hard you scream and you’re little wife hears the noise, got me?”

She peered back up at him with devilish eyes and a silent challenge, making sure he understood the full weight of her threat. ”Unless you stop me. You gonna stop me, bitch?”

[Luncha_Libre]

Holly was so overcome, driven so utterly wild, that she couldn’t form a response. All she could think about was the wild sensations surging through her body, the chills and electric impulses lighting her up as Sabine had her way with her body. Holly moaned, shaking her head, squirming in Sabine’s grip. It was all Holly could do to try and salvage her dignity with some token resistance, even as her nipples stiffened, her flesh blushed and her breasts swelled in arousal.

“I-I can’t,” Holly whimpered, “I c-c-ant even … think …” The moans grew louder as Sabine worked over her chest, making Holly’s breath catch in her throat. Holly could feel how tantalizingly close Sabine’s fingers were to her engorged nipple, and she quivered in anticipation. Surprised and a bit embarrassed with herself, Holly wanted to come up with an answer to Sabine’s challenge, to prove she wasn’t just lying there, overcome, ready to get fucked yet again by a stronger woman …

“I’d p-pin you down,” Holly said, some edge to her voice, “and make you p-pay for this …” Holly tried to sound tough, but her voice was husky, breathless. Worse, the writhing of her body was far from convincing, and she did not look ready for a fight …

***

Blanco wasn’t faring much better, pinned against the turnbuckle and his body hanging there as a plaything for Morrigan. Blanco couldn’t help the moans that escaped his throat as Morrigan humped his trapped body, grinding his hard cock against her, driving the air out of him and showing him exactly who was in charge, right now.

Blanco gasped as Morrigan kissed him, chewing his face. When she pulled away, he took deep breaths, his pecs heaving as he fought for air. He shook his head, trying to focus. His pride was wounded and hanging on by a thread, but something shifted in him when Morrigan presented a challenge.

“Nngh,” Blanco grunted as he looked at Morrigan’s face. The challenging, cocky smirk. The confidence she had in her domination. Blanco’s manhood twitched as he thought of defying her, of answering that challenge. He was in rough shape, and any real bout between them could only end one way … but the luchador wasn’t going to just lie back and take it!

“Gonna drop you, ‘bitch!’” Blanco hissed, as he pushed hard against Morrigan. He swung his arms forward, groping her breasts as he pushed her away, a surge of adrenaline powering his movements. With a grin, the luchador planted his boots on the second rope and pushed off, leaping into the air. He hooked Morrigan around the neck with his arm, swinging around and trying to drag her down. He wasn’t sure if he had the momentum to pull off a DDT at this point, or if it was simply a token effort of resistance, but trying ... even if it was trying and failing ... was just too exciting to resist!

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan wasn’t the sort to make idle threats when it came to sex - if she said she was going to fuck someone, that someone was getting fucked, one way or another. She especially meant it in Blanco’s case, with a guy she’d been aching over since they first met. It wasn’t just that she enjoyed the double kill of messing with him and Holly at the same time, the taboo you could only get from screwing around with someone who was spoken for. No, she also enjoyed his fire. That energy. It had been enough to beat her once, and that just made her want him even more.

He just needed a little spark to get going, like a car that needed to be jumpstarted. She gave him that, and sure enough, they were off to the races. She could see the fire lighting up in his eyes, and even she was surprised by what came out of his mouth - bold, brash, rude, perfect.

She moved in for another kiss, only for him to grasp her breasts and roughly shove her off, giving her a rough but welcome group in the process. She only opened a few feet between them, not much space at all, but he was quick to fill that gap as he leaped forward and clamped down on her neck. She had a good idea of what was coming next, but knowing and being able to do anything about it were wildly different things - Morrigan was going for a ride.

She tumbled over, ass-over-teakettle, coming down right on her head, a blow that filled her world with stars. She flopped over to her back and laid there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with a blank gaze.

And then she laughed. A deep, hoarse laugh. ”Nice.”

Funnily enough, that was the same word Sabine would use to describe her situation with Holly, as she made the woman dance about like a puppet on a string, helplessly flung about by forces beyond her control. She relaxed her hold on the woman, barely using any energy to hold her down, knowing there was hardly any need. Her lust bound the Briton, and such bonds would not be breaking anytime soon.

”You would pin me, you say? Much like this?” She pulled at Holly’s bra with her teeth, just enough to expose her nipple, and gave it a few quick licks. ”And then what? Would you even know what to do with me?”

Sabine lowered one of her hands while the other focused on keeping Holly pinned, not that this was terribly difficult at the moment. She brought it between the woman’s thighs and let a mischievous finger slide up her undergarment, stroking her waiting pussy through the material. So hot. So wet. ”You claim to not want this, but I wonder - would you ask me to stop? Can you even utter the words?”

[Luncha_Libre]

It was taking all of Blanco’s focus to make his body resist just succumbing to Morrigan right then and there and being her bitch. It was that much worse when his best option to wedge her off was to grab two handfuls of her ample breasts and force her off. For every single “big woman having her way with him” button in his brain, it seemed that Morrigan was pushing every single one of them on repeat. As much as he didn’t like to admit this particular fetish, she figuratively and literally had him by the balls and it felt like any resistance was going to be, at best, temporary.

But it was enticing, and it was that attitude that fueled Blanco as he shoved off the turnbuckle and swung through the air to spike Morrigan into the mat with a shocking DDT! The luchador wound up on his back, splayed out next to his opponent. His broad chest was heaving, as he gasped for air. He grinned, though, beneath his mask, and he turned his head toward Morrigan. He was a sweaty mess, but he couldn’t help but poke the bear …

“You’re gonna have … fun … getting dommed by Holly,” Blanco gasped, reminding Morrigan of their earlier bet. Sweating, flat on his back, his trunks tight enough on his erect manhood they looked like they’d burst, Blanco was a hot mess. He shook his head to get his sweaty hair out of his face, and he threw an arm up and over, trying to hook Morrigan by the head. He pulled her in tight as he rolled over, looking to get the dominatrix trapped in a headscissor hold.

***

Holly knew she was in trouble, and exactly how much trouble she was in. Sabine rolled over her and firmly pinned Holly to the bed. Any squirming or struggling she did only managed to dig Holly further into the bed, sinking her curvy figure into the mattress and improving Sabine’s ability to keep her down. Holly’s breath caught in her chest, her breasts swelling against her flimsy lace bra even before the redheaded German woman started to manipulate it.

“AH!” Holly gasped as Sabine’s wet tongue darted out and teased her nipple. Holly writhed in her grip yet again, her belly tightening and her head shaking weakly. Holly closed her eyes, then took a gasping breath as she had completely forgotten to breathe. It was then she realized exactly how right Sabine was about her, and all the things Holly wasn’t saying.

“OOOHHH~!” Holly cried out, eyes shooting wide open in shock as Sabine’s fingers found their way into her crotch and explored her wet pussy. Holly’s thighs clenched and would grind against Sabine’s arm. Her words caught in her throat. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t say anything. She trembled, unsure of what was coming next, but knowing full well she was powerless to stop it.

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, this was delicious. Utterly delicious.

Sabine had worked with countless submissives in her time, men and women with varying degrees of ability, and she had never - never - met anyone who so perfectly fit the role. It was impressive. truly. Holly was better at it than 90% of them on their best day, and she wasn’t even trying or acting. It was just her. She was earnest, a purity that couldn't be faked. g Did Blanco know what a rare woman he had?

She kept her finger close, just dipping into her finger, and moved her hand back as the woman thrust forward to deny her attempts at self-gratification. She would have no pleasure that Sabine didn’t allow, would take no succor without permission. In fact…

With no warning, no preamble, Sabine brought her finger out of Holly’s pussy, letting it hover inches away from its sweet target. She moved up and pressed her face against the Briton, not kissing, but locking eyes and holding her gaze, letting her words seep into the woman’s mouth with every word she spoke.

”Do you want more, Holly? Then ask.” She pressed against Holly’s forehead, pushing her deep into the mattress. ”Tell me what you crave. Ask for more. Ask me to finish it.”

It was a dominant display, a show of control, and a far cry from what Morrigan was experiencing as she lay at Blanco’s side after having her skull thoroughly rocked with a DDT. Even with the pain, though, she couldn't help but smile, finally getting the sparks she wanted out of the little man. This was the sort of fire she could work with, the heat she craved, and she wasn’t anywhere close to having her fill.

”You don’t say…” Morrigan once again chuckled at the thought of Holly being on top of her and started to sit up, only for Blanco to roll his way on top and put her back down again, wrapping his legs around her head, keeping her in place as he applied the pressure. She had to say; this was a first for her - not the first headscissor, no, but the first time a guy had managed to get her caught with it.

Not that pleasant of an experience, but she liked the view. ”Hey, there.” She hand came up and slipped into his trunks, even as he continued to choke the life out of her. ”Better hurry up.”