AV 14 Swiss Miss Strip Match for the Hentai Title: Natasha Loclear Vs. Marisa Evans

The feeling of Natasha's hands on her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples, drew a low aroused moan from Marisa. The model kept her focus, not allowing herself to be distracted.

"Mm, this is what you've wanted since our first match, isn't it? The feeling of me down here between your legs, giving your pussy the best head it's ever gotten. You have waited oh so long. Go on and cum, 'Tasha. You've earned it...." Marisa breathed seductively, trying to get into her opponent's head.

Marisa would then suck heavily on the pink pearl of Natasha's sex. As she did so, the former champion took a gamble and ran one of her hands from its grip on the Europeans ankle down the inside of her thigh until it found the lips of her foe's pussy. Then Marisa slipped two fingers inside Natasha's womanhood, sinking them down to her knuckles before making a stirring motion to rub them against the inner walls of Natasha's sex....

Natasha would have been lying if she said the thought of Marisa's face buried between her legs hadn't crossed her mind more than a few times since their first match two years ago, but she had envisioned it taking place after the match once she had won and not during it. The model was famous for her oral skills and she was proving to Natasha that everything she had heard was true right now as she worked her over.

Her head rose off the mat so she could look down at Marisa as the woman overwhelmed her pussy with her lips and tongue, struggling to hold on and growing weaker by the second. Her one leg may have been freed but all she could do was push against the mat, trying to roll them over, but Marisa had her stuck and there was very little she could do.

She squirmed and kicked for another minute after the woman's fingers were plunged into her already shuddering pussy but in the end Natasha only delayed the inevitable as she hit her limit and gushed over Marisa's face and fingers. Her hot juices flooded out from her while Natasha arched her back and cried out in mind numbing ecstasy.

Marisa stayed with Natasha throughout her climax. She licked along the lips of her opponent's womanhood, eagerly sampling the nectar of Natasha's sex as it flowed from her. For Marisa, the feeling of erotically vanquishing a worthy foe after a pitched battle was supremely satisfying. Letting Natasha's legs fall back to the gooey mats, she rose to her knees.

"You've been a wonderful opponent, 'Tasha." Marisa said, believing the match to be over and wanting to be a gracious winner. "And, just so you know, you're officially my favorite French woman currently in the league."

With that said, Marisa turned towards the ref, expecting her to be there to raise her hand, and more importantly, hand over the title. However she was stunned to see the ref shake her head no.

"The stockings." The referee said, pointing at them.
"Are you serious?!" Marisa exclaimed. "We're practically naked!"
"Practically naked isn't the same as fully naked." Came the ref's even toned response.

Even throughout the orgasm which had overwhelmed her senses Natasha kept thinking of only one thing, how she had just lost the Hentai Title to the woman who had lost it herself to Azami over the summer. A strange series of events had taken Azami out of this match but now Natasha would be left to wonder how badly she would have fared against her if she hadn't even been able to beat Marisa. She had no will left to move and as Marisa dropped her Natasha simply laid still in the chocolate, looking up at the bright lights with her cheast rising and falling dramatically with her deep breaths, her body coming down from the high of orgasm while Marisa went to claim her prize.

It stung to hear that she had fallen short of taking that top spot in the model's mind on top of losing the title, so much so Natasha began to roll towards the ropes and was near to sliding out underneath them when the referee pointed down at the stockings the Frenchwoman still wore.

Those words were all it took for Natasha to catch her second wind, the woman using the ropes to haul herself back up to her feet while her eyes became fixed on Marisa. All it took was three steps to get close enough to Marisa for Natasha to bring her right leg shooting up for a swift kick to the woman's midsection, looking to force her to double over.

Marisa was starting to get more than a little annoyed. She had gotten a chance to finally redeem her loss at Summer Splash, and get back the title that she felt was hers. The model had prevailed in a wet and messy sort of match, a type that she felt wasn't exactly her strongest, against a high caliber opponent in Natasha. But now some pinstriped dunce was going to quibble about how naked someone had to be?!

"Listen you walking fashion disaster, I just made Natasha cum hard enough to cause a normal woman to have a seizure! Now ring the bell and give me the belt I deserve!" Marisa declared in an uncharacteristically aggressive tone to the referee, who raised an eyebrow, less than threatened, apparently. In a league where rougher, bigger people had hurled referees about, Marisa was not high on the list of intimidating people.

Before the ref could respond, Marisa caught motion out of the corner of her eye. Turning, the model caught Natasha's foot deep in the stomach, causing her to wheeze and double over, clutching at her midsection!

Natasha couldn't have missed overhearing the heated disagreement Marisa was having with the referee over her decision to continue the match. It was quite unlike the Marisa she knew to argue with a referee over anything but if she was going to turn her attention away from her then Natasha was going to make her pay for it. Marisa must have seen her coming for she turned to face her but all that did was provide Natasha with an easier target, her leg slamming into the model's stomach with Marisa gasping for air from the blow.

She would have liked to stop there and tell Marisa off for thinking her orgasm should have ended the match while the one Natasha pulled out of her shouldn't have, but with so much on the line there was no time to talk. Wasting no time Natasha reached down to grab the woman by the hair and drag her forward, placing Marisa's head between the Frenchwoman's legs with her eyes staring at the canvas. "Down you go." Natasha would say just before leaping up and back, looking to drop down to her knees with Marisa's face planted against the mat.

Marisa was still trying to get air back into her lungs when she felt Natasha give her hair a tug, using it as a handhold to guide her head between her legs. Normally, the model had no problems with that, but then again, normally, her face wasn't facing down to a chocolate covered canvas.

"Oh, don't you-" she began, mortified at the thought of her face impacting with the mats.

But then the French woman dropped down, completing the move. Marisa's face was driven to canvas, handily stunning her and leaving her belly down on the gooey chocolately mess that was the ring's floor.

Her kick had taken what little energy had been left once her orgasm subsided but she was still winded, pulling Marisa's head between her legs leaving her once again panting for air but as much as she wanted to create some separation and catch her breath Natasha knew that if Marisa was able she was coming after her. That meant she was going to have to give Marisa no choice in the matter.

In another circumstance Natasha might have listened to Marisa's plea but with the hentai title on the line she couldn't afford to give the model any more chances at snatching the victory away from her, especially with how drained she was after the orgasm Marisa had forced upon her, and without a word Natasha dropped down and introduced Marisa's head to the mat. While the ring shook from her landing Marisa didn't move an inch, the woman having gone limp after the hard landing, leaving Natasha with the opportunity to rest if she chose to take it. But looking down at Marisa she realized this was her chance to finally fulfill the stripping requirement of the match, eying Marisa's stockings as she slid her knees up to plant them over the woman's arms.

"So the stockings is all thats left right?" Natasha asked while looking at the referee who simply nodded, the Frenchwoman taking a deep breath before reaching down to grab hold of the ends of Marisa's stockings. All she had to do was pull back and slide them off of the woman's and she would be in the home stretch.

Aside from turning her face to the side so that her mouth and nose were clear of the chocolate, Marisa showed no other signs of movement.

When Natasha pulled her stockings off, the former champion let out a low groan as the garments were pulled from her body.

Natasha had expected some form of resistance from the proud model but Marisa barely moved underneath her as she pulled back on those stockings, the woman letting out a soft groan and nothing more as Natasha stripped her of her last stitches of clothing. Now the only thing that stood between her and the hentai title was getting one last orgasm out of Marisa. "Just lay there and savor this moment Marisa, losing will never have felt so good..." Natasha said despite not knowing if Marisa could hear her or not as she took each of the woman's legs and pulled them back, tucking them underneath her arms leaving Marisa's inviting sex before her.

"Not your favorite frenchwoman huh? Lets see how long you keep that tune." Natasha said, speaking louder this time to make sure Marisa heard her before leaning her head down and prodding at the woman's labia with her nose. For several seconds she was content with just sliding her nose along those swollen lips but Natasha couldn't keep herself from sliding her nose upward to play with Marisa's clit while her mouth kissed her nether lips directly.