Freak Like Me

[DSX93]

An approach that was very simple to handle, but one that Alix couldn't really fault Dizzy for trying. She was trained for the mat, and modifying techniques for grappling on one's knees would most certainly turn out to be a deceptively difficult endeavor. Easy to grasp once one has a few under their belt, but not so much at the start.

With Dizzy's arms open the way they were, it was a matter of timing. Too quick, and Alix would be telegraphing her move. Too slow, and she could forget about looking like she knew what she was doing entirely.

When she got close enough, the veteran would reach for the inside, completing the tie-up by taking hold of the Italian in spots in between her upper arm and shoulder while simultaneously leaving Dizzy with only her outer arms to grapple onto. It might not have looked like it, but it gave her much of the real leverage and thusly put her in the position to exercise a good amount of control. But the brunette would have options here, still, and she would intentionally give her a few seconds to figure one out before swiftly moving a hand to the back of her neck and and giving an arm a tug with the other to start an attempt at taking her off balance before straddling her, taking care not to put too much into it.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy wanted to be confident about this, but there was some small trepidation. It was natural, really - while Allie wasn’t a big woman by any real definition, she was still noticeably bigger than her, so overpowering her was right out. She could see enough of the woman’s body to tell that she was in great shape and had some weight to her, probably about thirty or so pounds over her. Head on, she was likely to get bowled over.

She wasn’t sure what to expect when she came in like this, but her plan had just been to duck down and rush her at the side, maybe take her off guard and bring her down before she realized what was going on. Outmaneuver her, outpace her.

That idea came to an end when Allie flipped her over and moved on top in a deft move, scrambling onto her with ease and taking Dizzy off guard with superior leverage. She found herself on the bed with her opponent on top, and all she could do was squirm and try to get her off, hoping to slide her way out before she lost any chance of escape.

[DSX93]

Ground defense. That was definitely something to work on pronto.

Alix didn't need to do much here. In a serious match, she'd play along like she was struggling to get something solid on her while just so happening to always be making those little movements she'd need to stay on top. Keep Dizzy in that level of panic where she believes that she has a chance to escape and let her tire herself out in the attempt. It worked almost each and every single time against people who didn't know what they were doing on their back, herself included when she was in that boat.

Although, she didn't think she was back then, figuring that she could coast through by really bringing the sex to the fight. A simple matter for a former model and pornstar, right?

Oh, how wrong she was.

In the interest of keeping this sparring session going for longer than a few minutes, Alix sped things along a little. Still letting Dizzy squirm a bit, up until she bucked her hips up one last time. She cooperated with the movement and began to rise, then came down to the opposite side she gave the brunette's shoulder a nudge in. This opening she made for herself would allow an attempt at taking her rear. If she got it, she'd get everything in its proper place for a choke, but wouldn't squeeze. Get a leg wrapped around Dizzy's waist, with the other lowering her foot into position right between her legs, but it wouldn't start rubbing into her like it would in a real contest.

The point was to let this sink in, truly. Let her realize that this was an area she needed to focus on, and show her how an opponent could take advantage of her if she didn't. And unless she happened to have any fancy moves in reserve for this exact situation, Alix would let her go so they could reset.

"Okay. Try again, sweetie."

[BlackAkuma]

The next few seconds were…odd. Dizzy was surprised to find that Allie didn’t just have a weight advantage over her, she had some real skill to go along with it. The ground game was something that her mother hadn't been able to school her much on - after all, she was a bruiser sort of wrestler, didn’t know too much about submission holds and all that ‘catch-as-catch can’ stuff. Dizzy knew she would have to deal with it someday if she wanted to have any kind of career in wrestling - she just didn’t expect it to come in a bedroom with a porn star.

And yet, here they were. Life was funny, sometimes.

Dizzy put up a fight, sure, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with, and it wasn’t just because of the size difference. Allie had a purpose to her movements, showed some real control, and there was no easy way out from under her. Even she thought there was an opening, that turned out not to be the case - Allie just maneuvered around her with ease, took control of her with a choke, and yup, that was it. Trapped and wrapped.

”Okay, wow.” Dizzy whistled, not bothering to hide how impressed she was. She smacked her lip, wishing that foot would give her a little more action, but she wasn’t too perturbed when her host pulled away. There would still be time.

She rolled away once she was released and got back to her knees, hands at the ready, more cautious this time. ”So, yeah.” She smacked her lips and started circling Allie, shuffling along at her legs. ”You know a thing or two. Obviously. You taught yourself?”

Dizzy waited a moment, then went in again. This time, she tried to move around to Allie’s side, trying to wrap her arms around the beauty’s waist and get hold of her from there.

[DSX93]

Alix was confident about her skill in relation to the younger woman, but not so much that she'd let her circle around unwatched. She would maneuver about in the same manner, eyes locked onto Dizzy like a hawk while she waited for her next move. "A friend taught me. She doesn't do what I do, but she passed what she learned in wrestling school onto me, and I picked up a few more tricks along the way."

When Dizzy went to secure her waist, Alix decided to let it happen, giggling as she took a position behind her. "Ooh!" She cooed, lifting her hands from the bed as she backed into her to make things extra cuddly. One was laid over the rookie's soft hands, just to add intimacy to the moment. The other reached back as she looked over her shoulder, directly into Dizzy's eyes, and gently caressed her cheek. A sweet smile showed off her pearly whites. "Nice and cuddly. I like."

She genuinely wanted to stay as they were, enjoying that closeness.

The warmth of Dizzy's soft body against hers. A thumb stroking her wrist, the fingers of her other hand doing the same with Dizzy's cheek.

But...

Back to business. Alix slid a foot onto the bed, leaning even closer into Dizzy, then propelled her weight backwards. If she got the petite grappler on her back, she would use the momentum to roll over her and break the hold on her waist. While she hovered over her, Alix would offer a quick tip. "I wouldn't recommend the push unless you're dealing with someone around your size or smaller, but that roll works on larger opponents too. I was tussling in the ring with this blonde amazon who was like..." She tapped her chin with an index finger, looking up at nothing while she attempted to recall the information. "Six-one? We were on the ground and she was on her back. Had me in a Full Nelson. Get your feet set, propel yourself back into a good roll, and you'll break the hold."

She sat upright on her knees, looking as though she were making an appraisal. An offer came to mind, but after giving it some more thought, she realized that it was too early to provide it. Dizzy had started this off well, grappling aside, but she hadn't been tested yet.

It was time to see what she was made of, really.

"Alright, then! Come at me any way you like, and we can treat this like a real bedroom match from there. Sound good?"

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t think she could get any more impressed by Allie than she already was, but here she was. While she didn’t exactly have a ton of in-ring experience to boast, she’d been around the sport long enough to know talent when she saw it, and it was clear that this woman had more than enough to handle herself in the ring. Especially considering that she seemed to be fairly new to things. A small part of her - a less horny part - wished this was happening in the wrestling ring and not the bedroom, so she could really put her through the paces, but she tempered that for the moment. One step at a time, Dizzy.

Focusing on the matter at hand, she came in and pushed her way in, trying to take some measure of control here, and things worked out well enough…at first. She was able to catch the bigger woman off guard, or so it seemed, and she was gifted with the rare position of being on top. It took her by surprise, too, not truly expecting that to work, but here they were, and where they were was a good place to be.

A mischievous grin graced her lips as Allie looked back, and she leaned in to nibble on the tender flesh of her neck, slipping in a few quick licks along the way. ”Ciao, ciao, bella.” Her hot, husky breath cascading over the dark skin, heating up the saliva she’d left. ”You taste delicious.”

She enjoyed the position, but it turned out to be short lived, as Allie flung back and rolled over, leaving Dizzy true to her namesake. She looked up at her sparring partner, blinking rapidly, before a short chuckle. ”Yeah, I don’t think I’ll wrestle too many people shorter than me. But I’ll keep it in mind. Pretty slick.”

Dizzy rolled back up to her hands and knees as Allie reset the position, and the two found themselves ready to engage once again. ”Come at you any way, I like, huh?” Dizzy smacked her lips. ”Okay, I can do that.”

And do that, she did. Dizzy shuffled forward with her hands out, looking to grapple with the black beauty. She couldn't overpower her, but that wasn’t what she was going for - instead, she wanted their bodies pressed together, her thigh sliding between her legs, and tongue lapping at her neck to finish the work she’d started a few seconds ago.

Dizzy wanted to either be all over Allie, or have Allie all over her. Either worked.

[DSX93]

Alix stayed put as Dizzy made her approach, watching with narrowed eyes that were filled with naughty intentions. She'd meet one of the hands that reached out for her with one of her own, gently interlocking the fingers while she reached around Dizzy's shoulder with her other arm and pulled their bodies close together, leaving the brunette's other hand free to grab whatever or feel wherever it may. Indeed, Alix wouldn't make any other moves to shut hers down, pulling her head back when she went for another taste of her flesh and letting her have it while her thigh was parked in the space she was looking for.

"Yeah..." She started with a hot, breathy moan while she indulged herself with a slow, rhythmic grind against Dizzy's thigh. "That's right." It really wasn't the worst move that she could've gone with. At the very least, Dizzy had a good idea going into this; an attack with multiple angles, one of them utilizing one of her greatest strengths.

"Oh, that tongue!" It was decided then: They would be sixty-nining or doing something similar at some point during this thing. The French bombshell just had to get a proper feel of it while her fellow Romantic was looking to impress.

For the time being, however, Alix would shift her weight to the side, aiming to guide Dizzy down with her onto the bed. If she went along with it, she would tell her, "Look at me." The next step of a plan she'd just come up with. Her eyes would be waiting to stare deeply into Dizzy's, burning hot with desire. "Feel me. Here." Alix would move the hand that wasn't holding hers from her shoulder to her own chest, inviting the younger, smaller woman to feel her quickening heartbeat.

Now back to the topic of her tongue. "You've driven your share of girls crazy with it, haven't you? Like you're starting to do to me."

If Dizzy had fallen into it, she wouldn't spring the trap right away. No, she'd give it a moment to marinate before turning up the heat. With her brown eyes still delving unblinkingly into Dizzy's, she would lay her hand atop hers...

And then she would strike, swiftly taking hold of her wrist while she pushed her onto her back and straddling her hips while her arms were firmly pinned down above her head. "Ma jolie petite mouche." Alix regarded her with a playful smirk, and recalling what she'd said about enjoying being flattened by her Latina friend, found it apropos to try Domming it up some.

Starting with some nice grinding action. Carefully measured like the veteran she is, with slow, strong, pulsing undulations of her learned hips that would provide maximum pressure, grinding their pussies as closely together as their bottoms would allow.

"You like that, Dizzy? Est-ce que tu aimes ça, hmm?"

Many a lovely lady had found themselves in this exact position over the years, both in and outside of the competition. Many had begged for more and allowed her free reign, and some others had turned the tables and taken control themselves. The switch would wait eagerly to see which camp Dizzy would fall into.

[BlackAkuma]

Though Dizzy had been to many places in her short life and seen more things than many would when they reached three times her age, she still said she was young in many ways. So many experiences she’d yet to have. So many things she didn’t know. So many concepts she couldn't understand. The world was still a puzzle and would likely always be.

But, even with that, she felt confident in saying there was no place in the world better for her than where she was right now. She couldn't fathom that not being true.

Here she was, getting pushed down on the bed by one of the hottest women she’d ever known, staring into those dark eyes, hearing those luscious words, making her melt with each heated moment. Alix told her to feel her chest and she did without a thought, pressing her palm and feeling the quickening heartbeat. It was a small thing, but it was confirmation that this wasn’t an act, she wasn’t being played, and the dark beauty wasn’t having a little fun or just boosting her ego. No, she was enjoying this. They were both driving each other wild. That little nugget of knowledge made the whole experience that much sweeter.

She ran her talented tongue across her lips as if letting it personally acknowledge the compliment. ”I work with what I’ve got. Having a beanpole body teaches you to improvise.” She wasn’t deprecating, didn’t say it to be depressing - Dizzy knew she wasn’t exactly model material. She learned long ago that the right attitude could go a long way. If you acted like you were the hottest thing in the room, people often treated you that way.

She was loving it. Maybe loving it too much, because when Alix turned up the heat, Dizzy found herself totally off guard, pinned with ease and straddled by the Frenchwoman’. At first, she put up a token struggle, not wanting to give the game away, but a body like this was hard to resist. She was on top, pressing, grinding, speaking those sultry words that made hairs stand at attention and her toes curling.

Divine. Simply divine. Dizzy could’ve laid under her all day.

But that would sort of defeat the point of training, wouldn’t it?

”I do like that.” And she showed how much she liked it as she bucked up and rammed their loins together, making every thrust twice as pleasurable for them. ”But I’ll like this even more.”

Dizzy planted both of her feet on the bed, dipped down, then bounced up and twist to the side with a hard, wild twist, using the bed to help her flip them around and get on top, hopefully without falling off the damned thing. If she could get in position, she would show Alix just what her tongue could do as she brought her mouth down to the first breast she could reach and went wild, finding a nice nipple to lick and nibble at.

[DSX93]

Thus far, it seemed quite safe to assume that Dizzy wasn't going to need much help with the "sex" part of "sexfighting". The experienced Alix didn't doubt for a second that she knew how to make the most of a situation -- apply her strengths and knowledge to the utmost efficiency, at least when she was giving. But receiving? Keeping her head in the game?

Speaking of games, after Dizzy had been so enthralled by the spell she'd cast, presenting her with the opportunity to get her on her back the way she did -- without really having to be wrestled down -- just moments after the more cerebral aspects of a sexfight had just been emphasized...Alix felt the need to start being direct, at least for now, and throw a couple things together.

That sprinkling of French, and a show of force. Get her where she is now and put her back into it. And if Dizzy really was a fan of hers, she'd know that this was just the start. She could get it harder. Faster. And once that train was on the tracks, the ride wouldn't be stopping any time soon. And that's just for tribbing.

The question was this: How would Dizzy hold up when confronted with all of that?

The answer began with movements that showed that the Italian knew what to do with her hips too. Her hips, and what Alix liked to call "the body's eye". Its sight was twenty-twenty, allowing her sync up with her and connect in a way that one couldn't teach. The pair's clothed sexes aligned perfectly with every thrust, their moans communicating that everything was rubbing together in just the right way. If only these damn clothes weren't in the way!

In good time. All in good time.

Dizzy clearly wasn't afraid to let herself feel. That would be another important thing that Alix would want to teach: To let herself feel. Let the fire burn.

Right behind that would be the even more important follow-up: Don't let that fire go unattended. It was a tightrope act that not many are able to master. And even at her current level of experience, not even Alix herself was able to keep her balance each and every single time.

It seemed as though Dizzy was about to fall not far from the start. Not a problem at the moment; like a Little Caesars pizza, Alix was hot n' ready. If Dizzy just wanted to fuck, they'd fuck. And she would just make a lesson of it later.

And then she stopped, leaving Alix to continue the grind alone. It didn't last much longer from there, just a couple more thrusts for good measure. She felt Dizzy's legs shifting into position behind her, and when she dipped, she knew what was coming. And she let it happen, wanting to see how much she'd put into it.

The result? They almost flew out of the bed. Alix's arms moved on pure instinct. One wrapping around Dizzy's waist, pulling her close and holding on tight in a protective effort while the other reached outside of the bed so her hand could put the brakes on. In that time, that sly little minx had shifted her top to the side and attached her mouth to the exposed breast.

Once the danger had passed and the two were stable, her approval would be given voice with laughter. "Sly little minx!" And then her eyes would close as she let herself feel. Bring the hand she'd stopped their momentum with around to run her fingers through Dizzy's smooth brown hair. Arch her back as her skilled tongue sent tingles through her hardening nipples and up and down her spine, and give her drooling vagina some internal acknowledgment when it called for her rational mind to shut down for a bit and do away with the whole teacher-student thing for the night so it could get some relief.

All in good time, girl.

Glide the fingertips of her other hand up Dizzy's back and along the soft, exposed flesh. Lift up her legs, wrap them around her slim waist.

Tighten her limbs around the smaller wrestler and roll her back around. If big, luscious tits were what she wanted, then big, luscious tits, she would get, free of charge on a voyage aboard the Motorboat Express! Her toned arms would keep her head squeezed inside of her deep valley of cleavage, cutting off her air supply. But Alix would have the feeling that she wouldn't be getting any complaints.

To be on the safe side, however, she would say to her..."Just tap if you need air, sweetie!"

[BlackAkuma]

Alix had a wonderful laugh.

It wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when Dizzy thought of her, and if you’d asked her what she liked about the woman before today, it wouldn’t have even made the top ten list. But the more time she spent with this woman, the more she came to enjoy the way she spoke, the cadence in her voice, the seductive lilt that came out every time she opened her mouth. It might have seemed small, but they were genuine, welcoming sounds that enriched the experience. If Alix was making those kinds of sounds, it meant she was genuinely enjoying herself, which meant Dizzy was doing something right, which made her want to keep doing something right.

It was fuel as she went to work, eager to please the wondrous beauty beneath her. Her tongue moved with the comfort that only came with years of practice. Working around the nipple, sliding along the sides of Alix’s breasts, taking care never to stay in the same spot for too long, but not going so fast as to overstimulate.

It was a delicate balance, and Dizzy’s reward for maintaining it was to drink Alix wild, making her arch her back underneath, responding well to her lovemaking. It was one of the only ways she could hold down someone when the size gap was so large, pinning them with pleasure, and it was a skill she worked hard to refine. She was happy with the results as Alix ran her hand through her hair, caressed her back, moved those legs around her waist…

That last one was a little concerning. Dizzy wasn’t so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't realize how tenuous her position was - Alix was the bigger, stronger woman by no small measure and could take control in a second if the need arose. Her body seemed to sense it, too, as a hand went to her opponent’s thigh out of reflex in anticipation of what she knew was coming.

It was too late. Alix flipped them over and came on top, and the lovely breasts she’d been feasting on turned into her prison, engulfing her face in darkened flesh. Dizzy made a half-moan and half-squeak noise before she was reduced to nothing but muffled groans. She tried to push her way out, but that went about as well as a mouse pulling her head out of a trap. It wasn’t happening.

That being said, of all the places to be stuck? This had to be the best.

Dizzy didn’t waste time with a struggle this time, not even a token one. Air was in short supply, and she had to be prudent with spending hers. The worship didn’t stop, as her tongue lashed out against Alix’s skin in the airless space, but her hands had more important things to do.

One slid between their hips, working its way to the material over Alix’s pussy, and greeted it with teasing fingers, sliding over it through the material, threatening to make their way underneath and give her so much more.

The other gave Alix’s ass a hard slap, enough to fill the hotel room with the sound. Not to be confused with a tap, either, as itt stayed in place afterward and squeezed at the tender flesh, pressing against it as if to see how deep her fingers could sink.