When the Music's Over

Jessica ran her hand down Irene's back. In that moment, more than anything else, Jessica wanted her. But she was tired of the complaints, tired of the excuses. She felt like she had already waited forever and her craves would get slaked whether Irene would wait for it or not. Even the bruised skin under Jessica's fingertips looked appealing. She gave Irene's butt a light pat. "I am going to decide what is fun and what is not." She grabbed both of Irene's hips for grip.

"The time for all the thoughts in your head is over, slave. Now I just need you to be a fuck toy. But I will tell you what. I have been known to make a few interesting bets, and I have one for you here." She slid her hand into Irene's wet sex. God she loved it when she made girls as wet as the little scientist was here. This girl fucking needed it. "If I you don't cum in five minutes of full on fucking, you get to sleep, and you can go after that. If you cum in less than that, you have to stay for the weekend."

Jessica pulled a clump of Irene's hair. That was her way of showing she was serious. "So, buddy, what do you say? How badly do you really want to go night night?"

Irene could only whimper submissively while Jessica dictated her desires to the small girl. The hand running down her back, still soft and warm from its time in the shower, was enough to draw a moan from her lips. Being engulfed in her college work day in and day out meant that Irene had never gotten around much, so the slightest touch from Jessica was enough to excite her, especially when the wandering hand felt her moist womanhood.

“Ough...J-Jessica...” Irene mewled as Jessica continued to grope between the girl's legs. Even though Jessica was no more pleasant in attitude than she'd been in the ring, her capabilities as a sexual conqueror couldn't be understated. Perhaps this was why Irene shuddered when Jessica stated the terms of her bet. Five minutes?! What load of shit! If Jessica wanted Irene to place her entire weekend on the line, the least she could do is challenge herself.

“Two minutes,” Irene countered, retaining the will to challenge Jessica even after Jessica's extensive efforts to break it. She even mustered another sardonic quip, daring Jessica to fuck her senseless. “If it takes you five minutes to draw a climax out of a cloistered college girl like me, then I'm embarrassed for you.”

"Fine." Why did this girl insist on fighting her at every turn? But it really didn't bother her that much- Irene would have to lose at her own damn game. That would just be all the more embarrassing for the little scientist girl. Whatever. If this girl wanted to cum in two minutes, then Jessica was going to make her cum in only two. "It might not even take one..."

Jessica began her dirty work. Usually she liked to take it slow in the beginning, to properly build the orgasm up. But this time she knew there was a bit of pressure. So she began thrusting her toy inside Irene as deep as she could, ready to feel out Irene. Her instrument was nice and long and Jessica was ll too aware of how to use it to get the desired effect.

One of her hands was on Irene's hip and the other pulled Irene's dark hair. That mixture of pleasure and pain must have been exquisite. Jessica ramped up the pressure and began thrusting faster. She was beginning to find a proper rhythm now...

Like she had implied with her previous comment, Irene didn't have a lot of experience in bed. In fact, she had never gone all the way before, always finding a way to screw up her relationships before it could reach that point. She was a virgin, and when Jessica's strap-on started pushing its way past the petals of her womanhood, her reaction made this fact plainly apparent. A long, deep sigh echoed out of Irene's lips as the girl's entire body shuddered. A shock traveled up from her loins, and a warm, pleasant sensation filled her insides, as if Jessica had ignited a comforting campfire inside of her. Each time Jessica pumped in and out, the sensations got more intense as Irene felt the toy massage deeper and deeper parts of her sex, places that had never been explored before.

As much as Irene wanted to resist her partner's will, she didn't have the strength to hide how she was feeling. The moans and whimpers that grew in volume, and the droplets and trickles of fluid that found their way out of her womanhood and onto the previously clean bed sheets, were all involuntary. Groaning with embarrassment, Irene tried to bury her face in the bed, to muffle her cries and hide her shame, but Jessica's solid grip on her hair kept her body still, save for the back and forth motions caused by Jessica's thrusting. Irene was perfectly trapped, and fucked in more ways than one. The feeling of helplessness that the torture and pleasuring created were too much for Irene to bear.

“Damn you, Jessica,” Irene cried, already suspecting that she wouldn't win this bet. “That feels...am-mazing! Oh...oh god...mmm!”

Irene's immediate reaction was visceral and almost sent a shudder down Jessica's back. It looked like she was trying to fight it desperately and Jessica found that downright cute. The girl was groaning and shaking. Now the ball was in Jessica's court- she had two minutes to bring this girl to orgasm and the first reaction showed that she just might. Jessica began working Irene harder, thrusting the toy deeper into her, hoisting her up on shame. The hand that was on Irene's hip was removed and reached under Irene and grabbed one of her breasts.

Now it was more than a game. It was more than love-making. This was fucking on a primal, animalistic level. Jessica spanked the ass that was presented to her a few times then plunged into Irene deeper and faster. She began grunting as her task began to take its toll and she didn't even notice it. The Violent Violet was feeling too proud and dominant and sexual to notice something as banal as exhaustion. "You like that, don't you pet..." Jessica's eyes were focused on the back of Irene's head like a laser. In that head was a brain that would soon be shut off with pleasure after Jessica brought this girl to orgasm. Maybe she would even drool.

No more than a minute had passed, but Irene had already forgotten about the bet, and let go of any lingering resentment she had. Who would she be kidding; she was loving this. Everything about Jessica that made her an unpleasant person also made her a great lover for Irene – her power, her lack of respect, and her utter depravity as she mined more and more cum out of her new pet. She kept Irene guessing, too, removing her hand from Irene's hip to warm and stimulate one of her breasts with a firm squeeze. The stinging sensation that graced her rear came as the most surprising and arousing shock. Every time Jessica spanked her, it reminded Irene of just how powerless she was right now, of how Jessica owned her and was punishing her for daring to face her in the ring. It was just what the doctor ordered for the submissive Irene, who had never had anyone like Jessica to play with before.

“It...it feels...h-heavenly!” Irene cried for Jessica, turning her head to just barely make eye contact with the woman as her body and Irene's undulated together. A look of guilty pleasure was plainly visible on her face, and she was panting like a dog in an effort to keep her flustered, exhausted body going. Blushing, Irene would beg Jessica for release as a building tension in the girl's nether regions warned her of an impending climax. “G-gonna...I'm gonna burst. Oh fuck, J-Jessica, keep going! Aaahh!”

Before long, sloshing noises emanated from Irene's womanhood as the horny girl finally exploded, with her syrup struggling to flow out of her, bursting through any crevice it could find between the strap-on and Irene's sex. It was anything but dignified, as Irene signaled the climax with a wild scream that would probably be heard throughout the entire complex of Jessica's apartment. Only when her juices stopped flowing would Irene fall silent. Shivering with delight and gasping for breath, the meek college girl collapsed on the bed, scarcely aware of the world around her as lights danced in her vision.

Jessica leaned back and stared at the girl she had just brought to mind erasing, shuddering orgasm. The scream Irene let out shattered her eardrums, as if she noticed. She placed her hand on the small of Irene's back and remained silent. Her toy and Irene's body said everything that she wanted to say.

Her hand cupped the scientist girl's behind l. She squeezed. Jessica had many lovers, but never one like this. Irene was young and kinda strong and beautiful and completely at her mercy. The air in her room was hard on her lungs. She would have to ask River to stop smoking there.

Jessica grabbed Irene and rolled her on her side. The Violent Violet sidled in behind her and started spooning her. She found one of Irene's soft breasts with her hand. Irene was warm and tender. A few light kisses graced Irene's neck and Jessica nuzzled into her. More excitement would come later. But for now, she could relax.

Irene was putty in Jessica's hands, purring softly as the woman grabbed a handful of her rear. She had completely forgotten about the feud with Jessica that had started their volatile relationship in the first place. Her desire to make Jessica feel remorse for what she had done to Avery wasn't gone, but it was a flickering light in the vast expanse of her mind. Right now, all that mattered to Irene was the primal need to find a mate, something that she had been trying and failing to do for years now. Her past love life had been a parade of men too snobby and self-righteous to accept her sexual appetites, or too soft and shy to indulge them. Not Jessica. She knew exactly what she enjoyed and wasn't ashamed of it, and Irene loved her for that. For all her character faults, Jessica had given Irene her first opportunity to fall asleep with another warm body cradling her close, and that meant a lot to her.

There were so many things Irene wanted to say and do with Jessica, but her excitement had dissipated just as quickly as Jessica had built it up. She was beyond exhausted, and would happily sleep for as long as her gorgeous captor allowed her to. Feeling her lover envelop her from behind as the two snuggled together put her in a state of relaxed bliss. She found Jessica's hand and held it against her breasts, saying without words that she was welcomed to them. It was all she could do to pull the sheets over them with another hand, before finally slipping into a deep sleep.

Jessica tried to fight sleep for as long as she could. She didn't feel like listening to her body's wants and needs. All she wanted to do was use and dominate this woman, eviscerate her in bed until the sun came up and use her all weekend. But Jessica couldn't. Maybe it was from all the rigors of the match, but Jessica just couldn't keep going.

Her eyes fluttered, and then closed. Her breathing slowed and her limbs drooped. She didn't want this, not really, but it felt nice. Soon Jessica succumbed to a deep, restful sleep. No dreams played in her head and she never snored, thanks in some part to all the shots she had taken throughout her wrestling career.

Jessica didn't stir either. Her body needed the stillness and the quiet. The night came and went and the sun had the audacity to shine its stark light through her bedroom window. She groaned as she woke up.

A couple of times, Irene's eyes would flutter open and then droop shut again as she tried and failed to rouse from her slumber. Yesterday's events had taken a hefty toll on her body, but as her senses became more acute, it would get harder and harder for the coed to stay down. The air was musty and tinged with smoke. The sheets were soggy, still stained with the juices Irene had spilled last night. Perhaps most noticeable, however, was the feel of Jessica's arm, still draped over Irene's body after she had fallen asleep in the process of fondling one of Irene's breasts. Hot breath hit the back of her neck, and it reminded Irene that the six foot tall goddess who held her captive would soon be awake, ready to assail Irene with all her wants and desires.

Despite Jessica's presence, however, nothing could stop Irene from trying to execute her daily routine, which started with coffee. Moving slowly and carefully, Irene worked to slip out from beneath Jessica's arm, to sneak out of bed and creep into the kitchen. At the risk of angering Jessica, Irene chose not to ask her permission to get coffee ready, figuring it might be better to let her snooze in the meantime. She had no idea that Jessica was already awake, and no doubt aware of her prize's attempts to slip away from her...