Rivales con Beneficios

Carmen did, in fact, know what was coming. She couldn't not know. She was exhibiting bad behavior, after all, and that had to be punished accordingly. That part of the game was obvious. What might not have been obvious, though, was the way they could've handled things from this point on. There was one more option that Carmen had been hesitating to throw in the pile, but now that they'd come this far...

She followed Lorenza's instruction perfectly and assumed the position, laying prostrate and prone on the floor. She swayed her butt from side to side, making it as tantalizing as possible for her sizzlingly satisfying mistress.

"Top shelf." She whispered, letting her carry through the silence. "Hidden compartment. All the way in the back."

If Lorenza went to look, she'd find there was a hidden space on that shelf, covered by a false panel that you'd never noticed if you didn't know about. A little manuevering and she'd see Carmen's hidden items, the ones she only brought out for the most special occasions.

Her strap-ons.

Lorenza knew that Carmen would obey her instructions unerringly, unequivocally, and she knew that the Puerto Rican woman's ass was going to be glorious, tantalizing, and impossible to resist once it was stuck up and the rest of her body was down on the floor. When Carmen assumed the position, Lorenza couldn't stop grinning. She had to hold in an uncharacteristic squeal.

She was going to keep going in the same vein she had started in and use the crop to pleasure Carmen to orgasm. If necessary, she was ready to use her fingers and her hand to bring Carmen a powerful climax.

She hadn't been thinking of adding an extra piece of equipment to the mix. As a matter of fact, when Carmen initially gave her that little whispered hint, Lorenza wasn't sure what Carmen was referring to. She had been focused on her original plan. "Mm...oh." And then, she realized what Carmen was telling her to look for. Giving Carmen one more little smack on the rump with the crop, as if to encourage her to stay still, Lorenza would turn around and head back to the cabinet. She looked where Carmen told her to look, and she found them.

She looked over her shoulder at Carmen. Lorenza's face was just the tiniest bit red as she did. Like Carmen, Lorenza had always considered a strap-on to be something very special, saved for only the most special of occasions. Lorenza really felt as if Carmen was putting an immense amount of trust and faith in her.

Well, Lorenza was not about to let her hermana down.

She would pick out a shiny black strap-on and bring it down to her hips, fastening it around them so that the rubber cock was centered on the front of her body, just above her crotch, pointing slightly down towards Carmen's prone body as she would step back towards the other boxer.

"Better be ready, Rodriguez, because I'm coming for that ass..."

Trust. That's what it always came back to.

Carmen was always hesitant to bring out the 'special wares' in a session. She'd never done it on a first time with anyone and very rarely on a second time. There was nothing that could kill a session and even a relationship quicker than a partner using something she wasn't ready, escalating things to a level of intimacy that neither of them could properly respect. It was not a step to take lightly.

But as she looked over her shoulder and met eyes with Lorenza, saw the flush in her cheeks, felt the mutal understanding between them...she knew she'd made the right decision. Not a doubt in her mind.

She gave Lorenza a sage nod and turned back around, relaxing. Her muscles tightened, then slackened and became loose, and she gave her rump a quick shake. She didn't have quite the ass to make it look as good as she would've liked, but she felt the message would be delivered clearly.

"I'm ready."

Lorenza was breathing a little more deeply now, trying to make sure that she could stay calm and in total control for this. Using a strap-on was always a thrill, but she had never used it on anyone like Carmen before. Someone who was a good friend. Someone who was so powerful, so proud, so brilliant. Lorenza was excited. She was also nervous. She would slowly calm herself down as she approached Carmen, focusing on Carmen's backside and sex, grinning as Carmen shook her ass.

Lorenza got down on her knees behind Carmen, letting the strap-on hover just a few inches behind the nether regions of the Puerto Rican boxer. Slowly, Lorenza would knee-walk forward, letting the shiny black toy slide up against her friend's ass cheeks. She thought that Carmen's ass looked delicious. She would slowly slide the toy all over Carmen's ass, teasing her, before bringing both of her hands forward to grope the other Latina's butt cheeks.

"Here I come, then, Carmen..." Lorenza would whisper. She would slide the strap-on down, slipping it underneath Carmen's ass, before, with a quick forward thrust of her hips, trying to bring it right into Carmen's pussy, pushing the tip of it in just to see how it felt, for herself and for Carmen, as she would move to fuck her friend and rival doggy style, fondling her ass all the while.

Dozens and dozens of matches, countless training sessions, twenty grueling family reunions, and Carmen still swore she'd never been any more tense in her entire life.

Part of the tension came from her refusal to turn around and see Lorenza approaching. She could have. No order had been given against it. But Carmen wanted this moment to be as genuine and real as possible. She wanted the surprise, the palpatating hearbeat, the moisture dripping down her, the feeling that could only come from such tight suspense. It was an unbeatable sensation, and anything she could do to heighten the feeling...

Carmen let out a noise that was more girlish and submissive than any other in her entire life, as Lorenza's roving hands inspected her goods. Teasing, rubbbing, sliding it all over. Her toes curled so hard she almost thought they would break off it. It was coming. Soon. So close.

And then, finally, Lorenza thrust forward, and Carmen's cry was so thoroughly mixed with pain and pleasure that it was almost impossible to tell which one was dominant. It was a rare, exquistive experience, and she couldn't have imagined a better scenario if she tried. Couldn't have dreamed this in her wildest dreams.

Her screech quickly melted into hot pants, as she lowered her down and started to buck back, keeping in time with Lorenza's rhythm. "Yes."

Lorenza, despite being the one in control right now, had been worried that something was going to go wrong as she started fucking Carmen. She did not have too much experience using a strap-on—since it was acting as a tool which Lorenza did not possess naturally, moving with it on and aiming it always seemed to her to be a process. She was rough with Carmen, slapping her ass and groping it tightly, but ultimately, when it came to the insertion of the rubber phallus into Carmen's sex, Lorenza was slow and steady.

It went in easily, and Lorenza thanked God for Carmen being aroused enough that the strap-on did not need any more lubricant. Now she could focus, she slid the toy deeper inside of Carmen and gave the Puerto Rican boxer a hard slap on the ass.

Carmen cried out, and Lorenza could read the emotions in the cry almost perfectly—or that was the sense she got. Now, she felt like she and Carmen were perfectly connected, both physically and emotionally. Lorenza, now confident that she could please Carmen more than she had ever been pleased before, slid the toy in further, then pulled back, just for a second, then slid it in again. She started thrusting her hips vigorously, slowly building up the force and the speed, listening to Carmen's cries so that she could find the sweet spot, the exact tempo and force which would drive Carmen completely wild.

"Dirty puta, you love this," Lorenza whispered hoarsely, bringing both hands down hard on Carmen's ass as she continued thrusting her hips. The words might have been insulting, but the tone that Lorenza spoke them in would betray the deep feelings of affection and admiration she felt for Carmen, right now and always.

Carmen wasn't sure if Lorenza had done this before, but she figured her fellow boxer had at least some experience in it. She certainly took to the idea fast enough. Maybe she'd seen a strap-on used a few times. Maybe she'd dreamed of doing this before. That thought alone was enough to make a shiver start to run down her spine.

The shiver was halted when Lorenza hand came down hard on her ass, with a strike that was guaranteed to leave a print for a while. Carmen could tell by the way she moved, the way she thrusted, the way she pulled back and forth, that was a connection that went beyond just the physical. It was like she knew just how to work Carmen's body, exactly how much it could take, and really, that wasn't surprising. Who knew her body better?

"Yes... She hissed under her breath at Lorenza's dirty talk. They weren't exactly the tender words you'd expect in a warm moment between two lovers, but that was the point. Lorenza's tone carried the affection her text lacked. Her motions showed it with her every thrust.

The fucked with animalistic fervor, going faster and hard and stronger. Carmen threw back her head, arched her back and began to wildly pant, letting her mouth hang wide open with all the dignity of a bitch in heat. "Yeah," She had raspy gasp after a particularly vicious thrust. "You know I do."

"Fuck yes," Lorenza would growl back, excitedly, passionately, a definite affirmation that she knew Carmen was enjoying this, and Carmen knew that she knew, and that Carmen also knew that Lorenza was enjoying it, as well. It was difficult for Lorenza to put into words, but it was one of the simplest things in the world to just grunt a few curses and keep on fucking Carmen, her hands all over the swarthier boxer's body. It felt natural to be reading Carmen's body language, hearing her moan and bark and growl, watching every little tic and listening to every last sound.

It was what Lorenza did when she was in the ring with her Puerto Rican hermana, and all the same things seemed to apply here. She kept up a steady tempo, and watched Carmen for signs that she was hitting a sweet spot. When Carmen threw her head back, Lorenza would reach forward with one hand to grab onto Carmen's hair, yanking it back roughly to keep Carmen's head up, as well as to shift her position ever so slightly so that Lorenza could push her strap-on in even deeper with one more well-timed thrust. She would then back off, letting the anticipation build for her friend, before striking deep again, trying to find the right touch.

"Yeah, I know you do," she would growl in reply, leaning low over Carmen as she fucked her, her mouth just a few inches behind Carmen's ear.

Carmen's walls were thick and reinforced, so she didn't have to worry about her neighbors calling any cops to report strange noises. But there was a vocal and wild part of her that liked to imagine that they could hear her. As much as she shied away from bringing her sexuality out in public and putting her intimacy on display, she couldn't deny there was a thrill to it. Something about being so bold, so daring, so untamed out in the open where the whole world could see. It was forbidden fruit, begging to be suckled on.

It was that image, that little dash of fantasy on top of the amazing reality she found herself in, that helped push Carmen further and further to the edge. Lorenza was an awesome mistress, not just dominating her body, but owning it. Carmen let out a long, pleasured gasp as her head was yanked back like it was supposed to be and her body was pounded with a piston's rhythm. The scent of their sweat mingled and formed a thick miasma about them, something for her to breath deep with every fervent gasp.

She could taste Lorenza. A salty flavor, dancing on the tip of her tongue.

A deep vibration ran through Carmen's body as she finally reacted the only way she could - a thundrous, roaring climax. Her scream was hoarse and fractured, filled with pain, but there was no ignoring the passion underneath it, as well. The blissful smile on her face told the story well enough, all by itself, and she slowly started to sink to the floor as the energy fled her body.

Lorenza had found her rhythm now, and she kept at it, keeping it going, stabbing the rubber cock deep into Carmen's loins, then pulling it out, then stabbing it in again. She kept that steady rhythm going as she felt Carmen react well to it, and she savored the sound of the Puerto Rican boxer screaming and moaning louder and louder as she came closer and closer to an orgasm.

Lorenza grinned and growled primitively in Carmen's ear, yanking harder on her friend's head. "Fuck yes, little chica, you're mine," she would growl, in a harsh whisper, before biting down on Carmen's ear, to add that one last bit of pleasure for the other woman as she reached an intense climax. Lorenza did not stop pumping as Carmen came, keeping her rhythm steady even as her friend's body shuddered and shook. She wanted Carmen's orgasmic high to last as long as possible. Only when Carmen began to slump down onto the floor did Lorenza stop.

Slowly, she slid her strap-on out of Carmen's pussy, then straightened herself up onto her knees, admiring her handiwork. She saw the blissful smile on Carmen's face, and an equally wide grin immediately came to her own face again. Lorenza would reach down with one hand to give Carmen a few hard slaps on the ass. "Mm...you're a good little bitch, Carmen," Lorenza would say adoringly.