Rivales con Beneficios

This was, by no definition, a good situation, but Carmen had been in worse. She could pull out of this, she just had to remain alert and steel her resolve. Lorenza was tough, but ultimately, Carmen was used to fighting her, and she hadn't brought anything to the table that was beyond her ability to handle. Yet.

Carmen tried to stand up, only to find herself staring down an incoming freight train, as her friendliest rival surged forward at breakneck speeds. Carmen was so used to punches and standard attacks from Lorenza that she oftentimes forgot they were both wrestlers these days, and she could bust out a few unorthodox moves, too. Her solid arm cracked Carmen hard in the chest with enough impact to make her body do a full flip, ass-over-teakettle, spinning in the air before she came down with an unceremonious flop on the floor.

And that was how Carmen learned that Lorenza had one hell of a clothesline.

Her head wobbled about as she tried to push herself back up, but it was no easy process. Everything felt askew, disoriented, as if her brain had been knocked out of alignment. "Falling right into my trap, tigress." She threw in some false bravado with a weak laugh, trying to hide just how loopy she was.

Lorenza’s clothesline worked to perfection. It floored Carmen, sending her flipping, twisting, sprawling down onto the floor. The Puerto Rican boxer landed in a heap on her back, and Lorenza grinned as she would follow after her rival, taking a few steps forward, towering above the floored Carmen, practically giggling with glee as Carmen tried to lift herself dizzily upwards.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting up, Carmen…” Lorenza would say, shaking her head as she would put a foot on Carmen’s chest—enjoying the feeling of squishing Carmen’s breasts with her heel—and would shove her back down flat. Lorenza would survey her rival’s body, still glistening with oil, clad only in a sports bra and those little shorts. Lorenza thought that maybe it was time for some of that covering to come off. She wanted to really start playing with Carmen now.

Lorenza would flop down on top of Carmen, laying down over her body to body, their similar figures smashing together with Lorenza’s at an advantage by virtue of being on top. Once she was on top of Carmen, Lorenza would reach down to begin yanking at her brunette friend’s clothing. She was tempted to go right for the shorts, but she thought that perhaps exercising a little more tact would be more appropriate. So, instead, Lorenza reached for Carmen’s bra, tugging at it teasingly as she would try to pin Carmen’s legs down with her own, and while her other arm would go for Carmen’s wrists, to try to pin them above her head.

“Now come on, I wanna see what you’ve got under there…” Lorenza would whisper, pressing her mouth into the side of Carmen’s face.

Carmen tried to sit up, and she might've been able to get to her feet soon, too. That clothesline had been brutal, but she was starting to regain and retain her sense of things, put everything back into proper perspective even with the shadowed room. All she needed was a few seconds.

But those were seconds she simply was not getting - Lorenza's foot saw to that, pinning her down to the floor and keeping her grounded. Carmen moaned and let out a throaty, gutteral growl right after, as her lust reached a fever pitch. It wasn't the act of dominance alone that was alluring and it wasn't the way her sole planted against her chest, grinding into her breast. Those were both amazing, and one of the many things that would be driving every sexual thought she'd have for months after this.

No, the most amazing thing was the way Lorenza towered over. In the dim light she almost looked like a spectre, some arcane being of the night. Her hair was a living shadow around her face, the tattooes were unholy marking etched into her skin. She was a succubus, a demon that thrived in sexual heat, and Carmen was her helpless prey.

It made for an interesting fantasy. And it was close enough to the truth to make things that much hotter.

Lorenza descended and used her body to secure Carmen's, but that wasn't an obstacle. She'd recovered enough that she could probably have forced her way out if she tried hard enough. Not easy, but doable. But the feeling of their bodies together alone was enough to leave her breathless. Their bodies fit. Perfectly. Like pieces of a puzzle. they'd been designed to be in this exact position and do what they were doing. Carmen didn't give much thoughts to gods or fate, but she knew one thing: this was right. This was meant to be.

Carmen thrust her hips up, sliding their sexes along each through the thin material, sticking so tight to their bodies that it might as well have not even been there. She ran her tongue along Lorenza's ear, tracing every curve and dip as she worked her way to the center, only taking a break in the journey to say a few words. A single question, as Lorenza worked her top off. "Like what you see?"

Lorenza got the same feeling that Carmen did as she laid her body out on top of her Puerto Rican rival's. She had always known that the two of them were very similar physically, but she had never gotten quite close enough to Carmen to notice the way their bodies fit together before. But they worked. They worked perfectly. The two tones of olive skin seemed to blend together as belly pressed into belly. Their crotches slotted together and started to grind against each other. Even though she was on top, Lorenza could not help but let out a shuddering moan.

It was a beautiful moment, really. Lorenza wanted to make some more as soon as possible, and would therefore go after Carmen's top, yanking at it with one hand, pulling the fabric up and off Carmen's tits. The brunette never seemed to put too much stock in her own chest, but there was no denying that she had a nice rack. They weren't quite as big as Lorenza's were, but that didn't make them any less glorious to behold.

Lorenza smirked when Carmen asked her if she liked what she saw. "I've been waiting years to get my hands on these babies..." Lorenza would hiss, before grabbing one of Carmen's breasts in her hand, squeezing it, while she would try to pull her head away from the lovely licking Carmen was doing so that her mouth could find and bite the nipple of the other breast.

Carmen had always cared more about the way her body functioned than the way it looked. Yes, she spent hours every day sculpting her muscles and working out to stay in top shape, but looking good was simply a side effect of that. A byproduct. Not the goal. She wasn't a model and she had no intentions of being one. The girls she dated liked her look, she liked her look, so what else really mattered?

But that was the thing - when Lorenza looked down on her like that, even in the gloom, she did feel sexy. There was this primal hunger in the tigress' eyes and this fierce passion in her voice that made Carmen want to be wanted. She knew her words were complete truth, that she had wanted to do what she was doing for so long, and she empathized.

She gasped as Lorenza's hand squeezed away at her breast, hardened fingers digging at tender flesh, and she gasped again when those pearly whites of hers devoured a nipple. Resistance was fading. Carmen managed to escape Lorenza's lust before, but this was too much.

"I..." Her words were interrupted by a long moan, as her nipple slid along the edge of Lorenza's lips. "A name. Give me something to call you." She didn't even know why she asked for it, other than the possibility that it might make this even hotter.

Lorenza meant everything she said to Carmen, and there was so much more—so many feelings, so many emotions—that she still was figuring out how to express to her greatest rival. Right now, things were getting sexy, but they were still on a very raw, very primal level, with Lorenza growling as her hands clutched and groped at Carmen's breasts. She panted slightly against Carmen's nipple as she felt Carmen's smooth skin. The dark-haired woman's resistance seemed to fade. Lorenza would rear up, and grin down at Carmen as the other boxer asked for something to call her.

Lorenza paused for a moment when Carmen asked. She thought about the request. She knew that this was a big part of dungeon culture, and so she wanted to make sure that Carmen was every bit as thrilled, every bit as excited, every bit as horny as she could possibly be.

"Mm...didn't take long to bring out the sub in you, mi hermana hermosa," Lorenza would whisper. She pinched Carmen's other nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. "If you need something more to call me...well, you can just call me Señora, eh? Or Señora Saldano, my little toy..." No need to get fancy with the name, Lorenza figured. That might just kill the mood. But hearing Carmen call her señora would get her heart racing faster, at least.

Lorenza would move her second hand from Carmen's arms down to her head, and would grab on hard to the other boxer's dark hair. She would yank on it a little, pulling Carmen's face upwards, and at the same time she would lean down, and press her face against Carmen's. It was the same forehead-to-forehead position they were often in. A staredown. But this time, Lorenza was on top, and the implications of it were very, very different. "Do you want to try the name out?"

Carmen was reasonably sure that she'd never been more horny, more excited, and more sweltering in her entire life. Given the wealth of sultry experiences that she'd gone through since setting foot on Japanese soil, that was no small statement. Only Akino came close, but that wasn't a fair comparison. Akino was hot. Akino was good. But Akino was not Lorenza Saldano.

Carmen didn't choose to give in to Lorenza, her body made the decision all on its own. This teasing and wrestling was great, magnificent, but in the end, one of them had to come out on top - figuratively and literally. There could only been one sub and one dom, and it seemed like she was on the bottom for tonight.

Good. Fine. Perfect. Being submissive was a fine wine that she only got to bring out for the best circumstances, and she intended to savor every drop. A small part of her was fully aware that Lorenza would never let her forget this night until their dying days, but she told that part of her to shut up. She'd even the score, later. Much later.

She moaned as Lorenza's hot breath spread along her breast, tingling every tiny hair on her skin, but she was dragged out of her passive passion when her hair was yanked. Suddenly, they were eye to eye, nose to nose, with lips so close that Carmen tasted the fainest wisps of toothpaste on her rival's breath. The request was made, and she treated it like the demand it was likely meant to be.

"I'm all yours." Her tongue slid out and dabbed along the edge of Lorenza's mouth, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind it. "Señora." She said the word like it was a spell, a dark encantation to bring out the beast in Lorenza.

Carmen's body language betrayed a weakness that made Lorenza almost giddy. She wanted to have Carmen, and she wanted to have her right now. She smashed their faces together, very close, staring into Carmen's eyes, daring her to either try to turn the tables or, if she couldn't, give in to Lorenza's domination, and to the promise that it was going to be one hell of a night.

Carmen gave in. Her tongue came out and lapped at Lorenza's lips. The Mexican boxer would gnash her teeth teasingly at it as Carmen pulled it back, and grinned savagely as she heard her beloved rival call her señora.

"Bueno, bueno," Lorenza would mutter, nodding slowly as Carmen gave in. She licked her lips, and tasted Carmen's saliva. It sent a wave of intense excitement through her whole body. She would shift both of her hands to Carmen's hair, pulling her rival even closer, leaving no space between their faces as she would breathe in and out slowly, letting her breath wash over Carmen, letting the brunette smell her sweat, taste her breath, and more. "Now you're mine, Carmen...and it's about time..."

Lorenza would smash her lips together with Carmen's, kissing her hard, almost violently. Her tongue would move to invade Carmen's mouth as Lorenza held her rival's head steady with both hands. She wanted this kiss to be the hottest they'd ever had, and she wanted to show Carmen that she was owned now—show her by the sheer intensity of the liplock what kind of a mistress Lorenza would be for the evening.

And, at the same time, Lorenza would try to maneuver her leg between Carmen's, pressing her thigh down on the Puerto Rican's crotch, trying to put some pressure on it, rubbing at it ever so slowly...

Lorenza had the most amazing smile, and Carmen saw it stretch across her face the moment she uttered the words. Señora. It was almost as if she'd signed away a verbal contract, giving Lorenza full control for the rest of the night, and she couldn't think of anyone better for the honor. Carmen had been curious what dirty little thoughts were swimming around in the mind of the world champion, and now she was finally going to dive deep. Things were always changing between them, and she was sure she'd get on top, someday...but not this night.

"Si." She whispered the faint word, letting it slip into Lorenza's mouth as she closed the short distance between them with the fiercest kiss of the night. Unlike the others, Carmen's tongue was welcoming now, just as inviting and subjugated as the rest of her body. It mingled with Lorenza's but did nothing to stop the invader, getting pushed from side to side and pinned and slapped about, accepting every little prod and poke her newly crowned mistress could provide.

And then, there was that thigh, pressing down on her center, starting a slow, strong rhythm. Carmen could feel every muscle in her rival's leg, every tendon, every little flex. She was wet. She started off the match wet. But she was getting wetter and wetter, by the second. And there was only one thing she could think of to improve on the moment...

Well, not just one thing.

When she was finally allowed to have some air, Carmen looked back at Lorenza with half-lidded eyes, as she tried to control herself long enough to utter a word or two. "There." She nodded towards a large steel cabinet a few feet away, with a combination lock on it. "5,4,8."

Lorenza kissed Carmen hard, mashing their faces together, as if trying to make the two of them fuse into just a single being. Eventually, after a lot of kissing and a lot of thigh rubbing on Carmen's crotch, Lorenza would pull her face away from Carmen's and stop rubbing her leg back and forth against her rival's womanhood—though, rather than remove it, she elected simply to press it down harder against the Puerto Rican's nether regions.

Lorenza looked down at Carmen as the woman's eyelids fluttered and she moved her lips as if to speak. It took her a few seconds. Lorenza smiled and shook her head. She really was crazy for Carmen.

When Carmen indicated where her...toys were, Lorenza would smile down at her, give her another kiss—this one just a quickie—before rolling off and getting up onto her feet, dusting herself off. "Then let's see what you've got in there, mi hermana," she would say. Before turning around, however, she wanted to start having a little bit of fun with Carmen. "I'll go over, check it out, familiarize myself, all those things, okay? When I turn back around, I want you naked, on all fours, ¿comprendes, mi querida hermana...?" She would chuckle. "If you aren't, well..."

Lorenza would shrug, leave it at that, and head for the cabinet to see what was inside.