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Rough And Tumble	By : DrkVrtx Category: +S through Z > Virtua Fighter Views: 1767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Rough And Tumble
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The mat shook beneath Lisa as she hit it hard, wincing as she was thrown to the ground and pinned on her back. Her opponent expertly straddled her, sitting above her hips and thwarting her struggles. The woman caught her flailing arm by the wrist and pinned it beside her head. An arm was shoved underneath her chin, a forearm sitting across her throat and bearing down on her windpipe with enough pressure to dissuade any further attempts to fight. It was over. Just like that, she was beaten.
Lisa was quite surprised – and a touch annoyed – that Vanessa had managed to beat her so easily and so quickly. Their match had been strictly restricted to grappling and Lisa had been very swiftly reminded of the woman’s physical strength. While she had managed to take the initiative from the get go with her lighter footwork, arresting Vanessa’s arms in a hold that would have led to a suplex, Vanessa had simply bullied her way out of it and from then on quickly ground Lisa’s stamina down before forcing her to the mat in her current position. Lisa pondered the stark differences in their styles as she muttered her surrender, Vanessa lifting away her arm with a smirk when she heard it. Her ponderings were brief however; this was certainly not the place for them.
As a man dressed in the black and white striped apparel of an official stepped into the small octagonal ring, the audience on the other side of the tall, wire mesh walls began to hoot and clap. The ‘official’, merely there for pretence sake, carried a rather well-endowed faux penis in hand, which dangled off of an elaborate leather harness, three independent straps culminating in what would be a rather secure fit for the user. Lisa swallowed as the official approached them and she got a good look at the phallus. Its pale, innocent pink would provide a marvellous contrast to the dark chocolate of her skin, but it was to its girth and length that she paid the most attention. Flicking a glance up at Vanessa, she only saw the woman’s smirk widen and her eyes light up.
Vanessa rose to her feet, holding a hand out to her as she pushed silver hair out of her eyes. Lisa took it as the man reached them, standing and then moving to the side so that the official could step between them and declare the winner to the raucous audience. Both women played to the crowd as the man took Vanessa’s wrist in hand and lifted her arm into the air. She hollered back at them, cupping an ear and turning her face aside, demanding their praise. Lisa stomped the mat, hands on her hips as she cast her eyes down and affected an expression of exaggerated disappointment.
The crowd, of course, played their part well too, voicing their pleasure at the winner as well as shouting suggestions to her all at once in what quickly became an indecipherable din. The flash of cameras and phones began to strike up a blinding rhythm as Vanessa took the proffered strap-on from the official, raising it above her head and swinging it around like a lasso. It was perhaps a rather apt demonstration; Lisa was every bit the woman’s catch right now.
Vanessa made an elaborate show of donning the strap-on. She was not a woman naturally inclined towards grace and elegance, and this was fairly clear in the manner in which she roughly pulled off her short black pants and casually tossed them to one side. She spared only the fewest of moments to display her silver crowned sex, plump ebony lips that sat between the thick, toned trunks of her thighs visible for a cruelly short duration before she stepped into the harness and slid it up to her pelvis. Once she had it on and properly secured however, the audience were in for a treat.
Lisa watched as the woman curled a hand around the pink phallus as her other pushed into her thick silver locks and tossed them for the crowd’s pleasure. She stroked the long, veined cock with a slow and steady hand, her wrist swivelling as her grip traversed the satisfying girth with practised ease. She pulled her hand up to the bulbous head of the dildo, casting a lusty gaze into the crowd as she licked her lips, making a ring of her thumb and forefinger and massaging behind the crown of her cock.
Lisa found herself becoming impatient, folding her arms and arching her brow as Vanessa continued to play to the crowd, lewdly stroking the faux cock that she admittedly could not remove her eyes from. Seeming to sense her impatience, Vanessa finally turned away from the audience and at last approached her. Coming face to face, the two women gazed at each other. Vanessa slowly grew a fierce, predatory grin which Lisa pretended to shy away from, dropping her eyes. A moment later and without warning, the cock-wielding woman latched onto her mouth, hooking a hand around the back of her neck and pulling her close. There was no tenderness to the kiss, no softness or delicacy, no time taken to appreciate the moist warmth of each other’s lips – Vanessa simply from the word ‘go’ claimed Lisa’s mouth as her private property.
Lisa stumbled under the silver-haired vixen’s enthusiasm, the thick pink cock pressing insistently against her thighs as Vanessa dominated her mouth well and truly. Her tongue pushed through Lisa’s lips with ease and immediately quelled any resistance her own dared to offer, thrusting deep into her orifice as their lips crushed together in a moist, haphazard embrace. Vanessa kissed with the ferocity and impatience born of an insatiable hunger, roughly pulling Lisa back to her mouth when she tried to surface for air. Lisa heard the appreciative cheer of the audience as Vanessa herself began to moan loudly into the kiss, the vibrations rippling through Lisa’s mouth. She gasped sharply when her breast was enveloped in a sudden, hungry grasp.
Vanessa spent a moment to knead Lisa’ generous mound in her hand, though her manner seemed hasty and selfish, she tended to the woman by capturing the hidden nipple between her digits, rolling it between her fingers before pinching sharply and drawing another gasp from Lisa. To the delight of the crowd, she then gripped the thin, tight white material of the vest Lisa wore and pulled.
Lisa gave an appropriately timed and believable cry of surprise as the vest stretched uncomfortably tight around her chest before simply tearing and being ripped from her person. Glittering sequins spilled to the ground, forgotten in an instant as Vanessa tossed the ruined vest aside. As a matter of fact, however, she was glad to have it removed. It had purposely been strung tight to pull against the contours of her bosom and leave little to the imagination, being tight and thin enough to even reveal the shape of her nipples pressed up against it. Wearing and wrestling in it hadn’t been the most comfortable experience. Still, feigning her embarrassment at being so brazenly exposed, Lisa swept an arm across her jiggling breasts.
Vanessa, seemingly channelling the crowd’s eagerness, put a hand to her shoulder and pressed down. “Knees”, she ordered, her voice slightly deeper than the average female’s and cutting clear through the din of their audience. Lisa found them, as demanded, her tight, silver-white shorts riding up into the valley of her crotch as she knelt and found herself at eye-level with Vanessa’s phallus. She was prepared to act unprepared, but even still the speed at which the woman grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto the thick pink cock surprised her. Vanessa practically shoved it between her lips and into her waiting orifice, flattening her tongue beneath its girth. It was one thing to look at it, and a completely different thing to have it in your mouth.
The crowd cheered and lights flashed rapidly in a haphazard pattern as Lisa’s cheeks bulged around the thick rubber cock and her eyes bulged with the rhythm of thrusts Vanessa struck up almost immediately. There was barely any time to adjust, barely any time for her senses to accommodate the rather notable intrusion as Vanessa fisted her hand in her hair at the top of her head.
“Suck it!” the woman demanded of her before reaching down with her free hand and wrapping her fingers – loosely – about Lisa’s neck. “Choke on it!”
Lisa lurched forward as the cock was thrust deep and reached the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicking in and trying to expel it from her mouth. Vanessa slipped it out of her mouth as she coughed, allowing her a brief respite as ropes of saliva bridged the gap between her lips and the dildo. A gap that was shortened and erased only moments later when Vanessa pulled her back up to eye level with a lusty snarl and reintroduced her to the thick, veined rubber.
“Good girl”, Vanessa crooned, pushing deep between Lisa’s lips as she pulled her head forwards. “Take my cock in that pretty little mouth”.
Obedient, Lisa did as she was told, though she effectively wasn’t given a choice. Nevertheless, she quickly accustomed herself and began to enthusiastically take the seven or so inches of faux penis into her mouth, her throat maintaining a notable bulge as Vanessa thrust away, pressing her back against her calves. She lifted her hands to the defined lines of Vanessa’s taut stomach, running her fingers tantalisingly along the plain of solid, dark flesh before wrapping her hands around the back of Vanessa’s thighs at her command.
There was not necessarily any pleasure in it for either of them; it was a show for the crowd. There were few things hotter than a sweaty, lust filled woman dominating another’s mouth with a thick, long cock and with an apparent disregard for her wellbeing. All Lisa could taste was rubber rather than the thick, heady warmth of a real cock and for Vanessa there was no sensation to be had. The way Lisa confidently swallowed the cock however almost made her wish that it truly belonged to her. But of course, this whole display was had its purpose. Lisa had told her before they’d stepped into the ring to well and truly have her way with her, and so she intended to do so.
Pulling the cock from her mouth, Vanessa squatted. She kept her grip firm in Lisa’s hair, meeting her eye to eye as her other hand dove low and pushed underneath the tight band of her shorts.
“Someone’s excited”, she said loudly, sneering at the woman. “I bet you’re aching for some cock, right?”
Lisa didn’t answer with words, but instead gave a low, sultry moan as Vanessa’s fingers invaded the moist lips of her pussy. Vanessa, however, wanted an answer. She lowered her hand to Lisa’s chest and pinched a nipple between her fingers. “Right?”
Lisa hissed her pleasure, nodding hastily as Vanessa increased her pressure. “Yes. Yes. I want it”.
Vanessa laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Not yet. Get the shorts off”.
She ran her fingers through the woman’s short, chic cut as she wriggled out of the tight shorts before gripping her hair once more and this time pulling her to the mat. Face down and her deliciously round ass pointed to the lights lined across the ceiling, Lisa’s hands splayed wide and a gasp burst from her lips as Vanessa nonchalantly buried three fingers deep in her exposed sex. She sat casually at the woman’s side and sent a smirk to the audience as she set her other hand to groping Lisa’s breasts, pulling at the nipples as though she were a farmer at work. Lisa groaned and hissed and mewled as Vanessa’s fingers plunged deep into her, lacking finesse but more than making up for it with the blunt nature of her thrusts. Her fleshy hips began to roll as Vanessa’s no-frills approach pushed her ever closer to the edge at a dizzying pace.
She whined audibly then when the fingers disappeared, vacating her pussy long before her fogged brain actually registered it. Her eyes once shut as pleasure thrummed through now opened to find that Vanessa was no longer at her side, but getting up and walking around to stand behind her. She lifted her head to see what the woman was up to, but instead found her face pushed roughly against the floor and held there by the hand that had only moments before been squeezing her nipples for milk that wasn’t there. She felt the warmth of Vanessa’s body as she loomed over her, setting her thick, powerful legs to either side of her hips.
“Mmm”, Vanessa hummed appreciatively as she stood over, her eyes roving over the full, shapely ass begging for her attention. “Would you look at that”.
She slowly stroked her hand along the luscious, dark flesh, lowering her weight slightly to allow the rubber cock – wet with Lisa’s saliva – to rest upon the swell of her cheeks. “Do want my cock now?”
“Mmhmm”, Lisa answered.
The flat of Vanessa’s hand cracked against the plump buttock beneath it. The audience cheered. Lisa gasped her surprise. Vanessa, enjoying the ripple of her flesh, spanked her again. And again. And again. Twice on each cheek, leaving the imprint of her fingers upon Lisa’s rear as the woman cried out beneath the last strike.
“Do you want my cock?” she asked again. Lisa nodded – and earned herself another spank. Vanessa wanted a proper answer. She gave a lopsided grin as Lisa’s back arched and she struggled briefly beneath her hand. She held her to the floor and soothed the woman’s cry by brushing the tip of the cock along the line of her lower lips.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes”, Lisa blurted out. “Oh god yes. Vanessa, please – ahn!”
Vanessa wanted a simple answer, not an essay. She easily quieted Lisa’s begging by filling her to the hilt with the thick rubber cock, earning herself a pleasant scream of pleasure and a shout of delight from the audience. She then set a furious pace and began to drill the poor woman into the ground.
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