Re: No DQ Submit: Armando "Army" Rodriguez vs Karam del Rosario

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:51 pm

The scream had been pure rage. She was still shaking with it.

But now her cognitive processes were assembling in the usual tribunal. He ran his hand down her breasts, her thighs twitched painfully against a spike of pleasure mixed with the pain of the hold, and she smirked.

He really thinks he has me.

She closed her eyes and sweetly croaked: “Staahp…”

Stop?

The referee made no move, almost as if she couldn’t distinguish the quiet nails-on-steel sound she’d just made from her other pained whimpers.

The space between Karam’s legs ran very hot indeed as her back-most sphincter zipped close.

The bucking and thrashing that followed only made the sweat trickle that much more freely down her back.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:52 pm

Acuya wrote:
There was no crowd here, and that was a very good thing - Army wasn't shy, but even he would have problems doing all this with a crowd egging him on and posting photos across the internet. The camera was there, but he could ignore that. There were no cheers or jeers that could keep him from hearing her hot and heavy pants, no boos to drown out the sounds of her lilting voice. He liked it that way. The solitude made everything more intimate.

Even so, it was a little hard for him to tell if she'd said what he thought she'd said. Could've been 'stop'. Could've been just another cry of pain. Army decided to take a gamble - he wasn't keen on getting his face funked up by the referee, but he was less keen on letting go of the best advantage he'd had all match. He knew this woman well enough to be sure that she'd make him pay if he let her go.

"Easy, easy." He rode down her struggles and brought his mouth to the back of her neck, licking at the trails of sweat as they ran along her spine. The hold was more sensual than strenuous, now, as he'd lowered her enough to have her breasts touch the floor and let his knees drop. He was holding her down, had a good position, and he could make it hurt worse if she tried to get tricky. Perfect.

His hand cupped one of her firm breasts and kneaded the flesh like fresh dough, working it between her fingers. "Looking forward to finding out your name." He smirked and gave her a playful bite on the neck. Getting into it. Maybe too much.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:53 pm

As he loosened the hold and she flattened against the mat, her gut pricked. Even though she had wrecked her throat with that scream, she still felt confident she could make herself articulate if he would just loosen on her throat.

He never did.

Instead, he nuzzled her face, beaming with triumph. She could smell his aftershave and feel the trail his tongue left on her cheek.

But she didn’t whimper outright until he started kneading her breast.

This is pathetic.

She felt her lady parts engorge. Before it had been a simple purring, a tickle up her vagina. Now her machinery was awake for real, licking its lips with anticipation.

Get mad!

I want to!

But she couldn’t. For the first time in the entire match, it was as if there was a wall over her emotional reservoir that stopped her from overflowing. With this huge man in this hold, she had no chance of getting out.

“Staaaaaaaahp…”

The ref yawned.

Honestly--she had to admit, as he continued to impose his will on her body--a part of her didn’t want it to stop.

I’m going to murder that part.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:54 pm

Acuya wrote:Yep, she was enjoying this. Maybe she didn't want to admit it out loud, maybe she didn't even want to admit it to herself, but he knew a woman's body enough to tell when its owner was in the mood. She couldn't fight nature.

It was pretty clear what she was trying to say now, and why she couldn't say it. But the referee didn't seem to care - if she did, he would know when her foot cracked him in the face. So, for the time being, he kept on keeping on, and stayed on top of her. But that didn't mean he couldn't make it more interesting.

He moved fast, as fast as a man his size could hope, and stood up. Not all the way, just into a crouch, giving him enough room to reach down and flip her delicate, delicious body over onto her back. With that done he dropped down immediately on top of her, wrapped his arms around her head, and pulled their lips together for the first kiss of the match - a quick, hot, heavy affair, as he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and ran it all along the sides of her teeth. Claiming the territory for his own.

A gamble? Yes. But if she really was in the mood, it might be one that could pay off.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:56 pm

Bite the fucking thing out of his mouth!

And here she was, being ravished on her back by a man with a chest sculpted for a Mexican telenovela. She could have bitten his tongue, again. And then he would promptly have returned her to some inescapable hold.

Instead, she hooked her thumb under the hem of her panties and kissed him back. She began working her way down into her own body.

I WILL MURDER YOU, YOU FAT CUNT…

Hush brother.

Biologically, kissing exchanges hormones between two lovers, exciting them both and preparing for a deeper exchange of genes.

Theirs was fertile exchange.

She took the delicate role. Where he advanced, she submitted and tended to him with a delicate, tentative touch. As heat radiated down from his torso, she curled and showed him her belly. With her free hand, she ran her nails down his flank like two delicate skaters carving curving feathers onto his back.

If he makes you cum, I’ll never forgive you.

Fear not little man. This is a game I can win.

“My name’s Karam,” she croaked at last.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:58 pm

Acuya wrote:There was a small voice in the back of his mind that told Army how stupid he was for putting one of the most delicate organs of his entire body in this woman's mouth. Again. He was reasonably sure she wouldn't want to choke on his blood, but then again, he'd been reasonably sure that he could've controlled this match without a single problem. She was defying expectations.

Fortunately, it was a moot point. She didn't just accept his tender attentions, but returned them. "Yes..."

Army body began to work on its own, undulating, pulsing, filling whatever space she left open as their bodies rolled over each other. The sweat they'd built up throughout the match helped their effort and gave them a natural lubrication, easing the friction and filling with the sound of wet flesh slapping together. And over it all, like a little whisper on the wind, was something he'd been craving since they met.

"Karam." He repeated her name with his own accent, filled it with Latin flavor. Something about it gave him release - it was a rough sort of name, exotic, harsh on the tongue, but strangely soft at the same time. It fit her, and the moment he said it himself, a spell came over him. His body melted on top of her as he became lost in the ecstasy of the moment, and her fingers might as well have had strings to control him with - he closed his eyes and let her flow take him wherever she wanted. It was so easy.

"Oh, God..." He buried his face into her shoulder and let out a deep moan, as his manhood tapped away at the center of her thighs and begged to be let in…

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 10:59 pm

Karam eased down her panties. They hung like a white flag at half-mast around her knees while her considerable lips welcomed the man who would obliterate her AFW virginity.

The first penetration made her yelp hard enough to pain her throat. The ref gave her a look. Obviously Karam was in a position to stop this now with her voice. Instead, she embraced the man, kissing him with a rapturous passion.

She mewled like a bitch in heat. The Filipina kissed him on his lips, his cheek, down his neck, like a schoolgirl overwhelmed with love. Sweat soaked her blouse and offered sweet perfume to him—and a look at the finer porcelain lines of her breasts.

In…and out… At points she forgot to breathe. She got light headed as she burned all over with pleasure and pain. She heaved with it, and the precipice loomed, terrifyingly near. She couldn’t let it pour over into that delicious, screaming singularity…

But she felt him grow tense.

That’s when she died to him. All of her shut down at once and turned away. If he pressed, he could still find his way inside of her, but he would be rutting a corpse.

“I’m sorry…” She mewled in her gravel voice.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 11:00 pm

Acuya wrote:The world disappeared. The universe was obliterated. The stars flickered out, one by one. All of existence faded away - in that moment, there was only Army and Karam. One being split into two bodies.

He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. And it wasn't because her mouth was enveloping his - no, their lips parted enough for him to get a few words out. But the part of his brain that dealt with complexities like language and speech was dulled at the moment. His brain was running on bare essentials. Everything, all of it, was devoted to Karam. When he came inside her, nothing else mattered. Not the match, not the referee, not the rules. Karam was everywhere. Karam was everything.

He started slow, but quickly worked up to an animalistic, primal rhythm. Harder. Strong. Faster and faster and faster. Up and down, like a piston. Relentless. Their bodies were made for each other, her softness seemed like it was made with his hardness in mind.

His toes curled. His eye shut. His mouth opened, as the familiar tide began to wash over him, fiercer than he could ever remember it.

And then...nothing.

She stopped. His eyes opened and looked down at her, first with surprise, then with a flash of anger, and finally with despair. He'd been moving at the speed of light and she just slammed the breaks on him, and he instantly knew that was the plan all along. Karam wielded sex like a weapon, deadlier than his best punch. He couldn't even compare himself to a fly caught in the web. Flies don't willingly allow themselves to be caught, after all.

"No..." He shuddered and shook his head. "Hey, what...no!" He started to pump again, but it was a dry well. Nothing. "Come on, don't stop, we were....just...hey, you can't do this! Don't!" Begging. Pleading. His pride was gone now. He'd tasted heaven, and all he cared about was getting back inside those pearly gates. Just for a moment…

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 11:00 pm

It’s a wonderful thing to be wanted.

Stop.

“I think…” she whispered, “That’s the fourth time you’ve said that word.”

The referee was already in full motion. Lithe, dark, and with the power of what appeared to be some sort of martial or military training, she hit Army like a naked ebony surface to air missile, somehow managing to lift his massive girth into the air

Ball gag in hand, she proceeded to knee, elbow, and superman punch him into submission.

Once free, Karam rolled off the ring. She’d left her panties on the mat, or this is the point where she would roll them proudly back around her hips. She grinned.

And to top it off, after just a moment of looking, she found what she was looking for. She could barely see it, as the glittering line of sparkling chain links was ensconced in the fur of the rug. But when she picked it up and stretched it, she knew it was exactly her godsend. She couldn’t tell if the tiny diamonds in this chain were real or just tiny pieces of quartz, but the chain itself felt strong. And it was very long.

Weapon wrapped over her shoulder, she clambered back into the ring to see how Army and his new bum buddy were getting along.

by Sylvie Sat Jul 08, 2017 11:03 pm

Acuya wrote:Army continued to hump like a dog in heat, unashamed and unsatisfied. He heard her say something, and his mind processed the words, but everything in his brain was sluggish, his higher thoughts only now coming back to life. "What-"

The assault was instantaneous. One moment, he was on Karam's body, searching for any release he could squeeze out of her tight and taut body, the next, he was pulled to his and there were fists and elbows and knees everywhere he looked. "What, what're-" A vicious right hook in the jaw silenced the question before he could finish answer it, and two knees in the ribs followed it a second later. Army started to get his arms up, trying to defend, but she merely batted his arms away and chopped him in the throat for his troubles. He threw a wild, reckless, sloppy punch at her head, and she ducked under it and rewarded his effort with an uppercut to the solar plexus.

If he'd been 100%, he could've held his own against her - maybe. Maybe. But he wasn't. Not even close. His body was drained from the fight and being dragged to the edge of a climax. A guy in his first day of boxing class could've annihilated him like this, and whatever discipline the referee was trained in, her first day of it had been many years ago. Army. Was. Fucked.

Retreat was the only option. Fuck pride. Pride hurt way too much.

Her overhand right landed in the middle face and dropped him flat on his back, smacking hard on the canvas. Almost as soon as he hit, he rolled over to his back and began to crawl forward like the devil himself was on his heels, desperately trying to slide out under the bottom rope and fall to the plush carpet outside. It was a long shot, and it wouldn't buy much time even if it worked, but at this point he was willing to try anything. "Get the fuck away, fucking bitch, come on-"

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