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

Shaking off the effects of having her face planted on the mat, the model missed Natasha's first comment. The world came back into focus right as Natasha spoke again.

Then she felt the European begin to nuzzle her sex with her nose, drawing a groan from her. Marisa remembered that she was in the middle of a match, and tried to roll over to dislodge Natasha only to find out she pinned firmly to the mat. She gave a loud, sultry moan of arousal as she felt her opponent's lips against her nethers.

"Unnh....you're still mad about that!?" Marisa breathed, while still trying to buck Natasha from her perch.

The first signs of life from Marisa after being slammed face down against the mat came as Natasha parted the woman's lower lips with her nose, eliciting a soft groan from the lovely Marisa who began to stir afterward. Natasha could feel Marisa regaining her strength as she deepened her kiss of the woman's tight pussy but she had prepared for this, her knees keeping the arms of Marisa pinned to the canvas while her grip on the woman's legs never faltered.

Marisa was fighting for a reprieve from Natasha's mouth and she got one as the Frenchwoman lifted her lips away from Marisa's sex, though not without giving her clitoris a soft bite in the process. "And why wouldn't I be? You put me beneath a woman who hasn't so much as shown her face here in years, as if I can't even beat a ghost for your attention. Well Marisa...pay close attention now." Natasha spoke with a calm confidence indicative of someone who felt they were closing in on victory and yet Marisa would hear the woman's native french accent seeping into her words, but whether that betrayed her excitement or nervousness she couldn't be certain.

Natasha returned her mouth to where it belonged then, tracing along Marisa's chocolate covered labia with her tongue only to come just short of her clit with each pass. Natasha wanted Marisa to yearn for her touch, to feel herself begging for Natasha to go just a bit further, and only once she felt the woman had had enough did she bury her face into Marisa's pussy and plunge her tongue deep into those soaking wet folds. Natasha released a loud, drawn out moan of her own to send vibrations through her tongue into Marisa's innermost depths, lapping up the delectable mix of Marisa's honey and the chocolate that had found its way inside.

Natasha's reply caught Marisa off guard. It seemed that the European had a sense of pride that she had offended, comparing her against the standards of a woman who had left the league before Natasha was competing. Why did it even matter to Natasha though, she had to wonder, how much Marisa favored her against Belinda.

Natasha then broke into her introspection, reminding her of what was going on in this moment in time. The other contender for the title started a display of oral talent that rivaled Marisa's own. The model quivered and moaned as Natasha's tongue roamed over the surface of her sex, ignoring her clitoris. Her moans changed to low cries of pleasure after a surprisingly short out of time. Despite her thrashing, she was still held fast.
"No...d-don't....ahhn...I can't....won't cum.....!" Marisa cried out, squeezing her eyes closed and shaking her head back and forth to try and block out the feeling of her sex urging towards a climax, reminding herself that the title was on the line here!

When Natasha stepped things up another level by sending her tongue deep into her womanhood, Marisa let out a loud wordless cry of pleasure.
"No....not now...! Stop that!" the former champion exclaimed, managing to stave off cumming by willpower alone.

But then Natasha's moan sent a vibrating thrill down into the depths of her sex.
"Oh...ohhhhh my...god, Natashaaaa!" Marisa cried out as her orgasm came upon her. Her sex squirted it's juices, as the model's body writhed in the throes of the massive climax. If released from the hold, Marisa would roll onto her side, hips quivering, a hand over her still spasming sex as she coasted down from the biggest climax she had been through in a long time.

Marisa was certainly well known for how many matches she had won with her mouth and tongue, she would have beaten Natasha just a moment ago if not for the stockings she wore, but the Frenchwoman would not be outdone by anyone. That mindset was part of why it bothered her to hear Marisa still favored Belinda over her, she would not be considered best to anyone even if they were a past champion. Belinda was to this day what many people thought to be the ideal example of what a hentai wrestler should be, beautiful beyond imagination and a master in the art of pleasure, but Natasha was determined to become that for this era.

But to do that Natasha had to defeat Marisa here and now and she would beat her using Marisa's own specialty if she could. Marisa had shown time and time again she could outlast just about anyone but Natasha had her in a tough spot, the boston crab she had the woman trapped in keeping Marisa from pleasuring Natasha while giving the Frenchwoman easy access to her sex. While Marisa insisted she wouldn't cum Natasha could feel her body saying much the opposite, Marisa shaking beneath her in denial of the waves of pleasure crashing upon her.

Those cries of defiance soon became pleas for Natasha to stop but they both knew that wasn't going to happen until Natasha had brought her to orgasm, the referee hovering over them now as Marisa looked to be in serious danger of losing. "You know I won't stop, even when you cum I will not stop Marisa." Natasha said as she panted for air, taking one last deep breath before thrusting her tongue even deeper inside Marisa's pussy.

It was mere seconds before Marisa reached the limits of what she could withstand and experienced her second orgasm of the night, only this time she had no clothing left to stave off defeat. Her juices splashed over Natasha's face with her tongue lapping up every drop of Marisa's nectar that she could, relishing the taste of victory but not releasing her. Even as the referee tapped Natasha on the shoulder signaling she had won Natasha kept licking deep inside Marisa's sex, wrapping her lips around the woman's clitoris and sucking hungrily to send Marisa further into the throes of ecstasy.

Somewhere in her mind, Marisa was aware that her orgasm had cost her the Hentai Championship, but for the moment, Natasha wasn't content to let up. The new champion continued to lick away at her pussy.

"Ahhh....you won....you won, stop already!" she called out as Natasha began to suck at the pink bud of her sex. However, the European ignored her cries.
Her clitoris still sensitive after her first climax, Marisa writhed beneath the purple haired woman as another orgasm rapidly built within her.

Arching her back as much as she could within the hold Marisa came again, with a loud wordless scream of pleasure. This time, the climax was so intense the model couldn't even thrash or writhe about. Instead, she remained still, held in place by the power of her third orgasm of the night before collapsing back down to the chocolate covered mats, gasping for breath.....

Listening to Marisa pleading for her to stop only cemented her desire to continue on, not content with just a single orgasm Natasha wanted to force another out of her. To continue working on one's opponent after the match had been decided wasn't typical for Natasha but this was a special night and Marisa would not be allowed to leave without a third orgasm to celebrate Natasha's win. That and when she was finished Marisa wouldn't even remember there were other frenchwoman in the world let alone Belinda's name.

It was inevitable and yet Natasha looked surprised when Marisa came once more, pulling her head back to watch the model's juices gush from her pussy while she lowered her down into the chocolate. When Natasha did rise from her back Marisa remained motionless except for the rise and fall of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath after experiencing two draining orgasms in a row without any rest in between. Her own legs felt a bit like rubber as she stepped away from Marisa, leaving her to rest while she wiped the woman's juices from her face to make herself as presentable as she could be after that match.

"Not bad for your second favorite." Natasha said underneath her breath as she gazed down at Marisa, the crowd cheering wildly now that a winner and new champion had been decided. It took Natasha a moment to realize that was it, there was nothing left for her to do in this match and no one left to beat, the championship she had fought for this last year was now hers. Never had Natasha smiled as brightly as she did in that moment when the referee returned from ring side with the belt in her hands, Natasha holding her breath without even realizing it until the belt was placed into her hands and for the first time she could lift it up into the air.

"Yes!" Was all Natasha shouted as she walked around the ring with the belt held above her head, letting the crowd celebrate along with her with them chanting her name along with the word "Champion."

For Marisa, the reality of her defeat settled in. What was supposed to be her redemption after Summer Splash had turned into another failing, and she would end the year with the title slipping from her grasp, again.

After Natasha released her, Marisa took a moment to catch her breath. Then listlessly, she rolled out of the chocolate covered ring to make her way to the locker room and the showers. The gooey mess rinsed off her, Marisa was certain. But the bitter disappointment of this loss wasn't something that would wash away soon....

Winner and New Hentai Champion, Natasha Loclear!