My Fair Lady

Liberty made a real show out of it, as she slowly brought her ass down towards Odessa's face, letting the anticipation of the facesit build and build. She gave her rump a shake, letting Odessa watch the two big cheeks jiggle, each hitting the other and then bouncing back to its own side, before they came back together in the middle. The movements were small, very small, all told, but they had Odessa's undivided attention. She noticed the movement of Liberty's gluteal muscles underneath the rounded pillows of fat which made her ass so round and inviting. She noticed the almost imperceptible clap of the cheeks hitting each other as they shook. And she grinned. She grinned widely, as Liberty now sat down, taking her perch first on Odessa's chest as she got everything into place.

Liberty would make sure that she could pin Odessa's arms, just for effect, as she scooted back. Liberty's own arms came down, and each hand grabbed a thick shock of Odessa's shining white hair. With those holds, Liberty lifted Odessa's face up, until her nose met with the cleft between her beautiful pale cheeks. Odessa gently moved her nose up and down, feeling a small amount of sweat help to ease its movement across Liberty's flawless skin.

Then, on Liberty's command, she would breathe in deeply, inhaling Liberty's musk until it filled her lungs completely. That heady mix of sweat, arousal, and more that could drive a woman wild. Odessa could easily imagine becoming addicted to Liberty's distinctive body odor. It was only a natural response—the smell of the powerful encouraged others to love them.

"Yes, goddess..." Odessa would moan, before Liberty's ass moved back, consuming her face between those two big butt cheeks, shoving her nose right into that crack as Liberty put all her weight on Odessa's face. The Briton would moan as she was pressed into the floor, delighting in the incredibly visceral experience of the facesit, panting hotly into the big ass which currently dominated her.

Odessa was smiling.

Liberty couldn’t see it from her vantage point, of course. She was poised to look downwards, staring at her former foe’s body, which was far from the worst thing to look at - she’d be examining it much closer soon enough, after all. But combined with the overall mood, the way this was playing out, the extreme sensuality...if she knew Odessa, it was a safe bet.

Confirmation came with the words she spoke, those honeyed whispers coming from below. Getting refereed to as a goddess was a bit of a new thing for the humble Liberty, and she certainly wouldn’t want to get that name all the time, but tonight, in this setting...well, it worked for her.

[color:49f9=993300]”Goddess, huh?” She lifted her butt up, dropped it fast to give Odessa a quick smack in the face, then lifted it up again, keeping it just close enough for her to feel the heat radiating across her features. ”And what do you with a goddess?” Liberty wasn’t exactly religious, but she was pretty sure that Odessa would get the gist. In case she didn’t, well, that was what the little shake of her ass was for, making sure to get a good rub along the Briton’s chin.

Liberty's ass was incredible. Even when Odessa had first experienced it—when Liberty sprayed paint in her face and stinkfaced Odessa to a submission—that bountiful bottom had been by far the best part of that experience. Now that the malice between them had turned into a strange, wonderful closeness, Odessa was ready to enjoy Liberty's body in every way she could. She wanted to use it, she wanted to be underneath it, and she wanted to worship it.

And, when it came to that ass, Odessa didn't mind getting smacked around by it. She felt that heavy rear, backed up by pretty much all of Liberty's weight, lift up, then come back down hard on her face, those heavy butt cheeks forcing Odessa's head to snap quickly to the side before dragging her back into position staring straight up into that beautiful rear end. Odessa felt Liberty's body heat radiating across her face.

Liberty then would take a cue from Odessa's exultations of her and ask Odessa what one did with a goddess. Odessa knew exactly what her new lover was looking for, but she would hesitate for a moment, licking her lips, and Liberty would encourage her with a slow grind of her rear across Odessa's chin.

"Mmm...of course, my goddess..." Odessa would purr, as she would bring her tongue up and gently press it against Liberty's ass, as high up on the cheek as she could, before sliding it down, dragging it across Liberty's ass horizontally, crossing over the cleft between the cheeks, then crossing back, before pulling her tongue back in, puckering her lips, and giving that bum a big, sloppy kiss.

Goddamn, Liberty never knew she was this kinky. She’d always liked her sex rough and dirty, sure, and she’d always been partial to a little ass-smothering when her opponent earned it, but this? This was the sort of thing you paid very special people for. And here Liberty was, getting it for free, with her hottest opponent.

Life was good, sometimes.

As if to prove that notion, the next thing Liberty felt was Odessa’s tongue sliding over her ass and going to work with experienced fervor. It was a queer feeling, and she shuddered at the touch of it, taken aback by the sheer surprise of the sensation. But, strange as it was, Liberty could adapt to just about anything if she liked it enough. And she fucking loved this.

Liberty licked her lips, letting them glisten in the pale light, and arched her back enough to make her long hairs pool down over Odessa’s face, cutting out any light that her ass wasn’t blocking. She shook her hips, a sure sign that she was pleased with the worship, but that didn’t mean that she was willing to leave it at that.

”Good…” She reached forward and brought her hand between Odessa’s legs, where she gave the black beauty a long rub down her slit. Top to bottom, gentle and slow, measuring every little reaction from her loving worshipper. ”Good. But you can do better. Tell me what you want to do to this ass, what you want it to do to you…”

It was the most natural thing in the world for Odessa to worship an ass as fine as Liberty's. She did it with gusto, sliding her tongue all over that big expanse of pale, soft flesh, Then puckered up her lips and made out with Liberty's cheek as if it were the plumpest, sweetest set of lips on the tenderest, most romantic lover. Odessa savored every second of it. And, judging by Liberty's reaction, she was really savoring it, too. She shook her hips, rubbing that sweet ass in Odessa's face, as her long, luscious dark hair surrounded her, making the experience of worship an even more intimate, personal one. All the world to Odessa now was contained within that shower of jet-black hair hair which surrounded her.

"Mmmmnnnn...oh, baby..." Odessa would purr, as she felt her slit being teased by Liberty's nimble fingers. Odessa's legs slid upward, her hips wiggled, then she let herself relax again. Both hands cupped Liberty's ass, pulling it even closer, as she slid her tongue slowly up it, sliding the tip of her tongue just a little ways in between Liberty's butt cheeks.

"I want to make that ass mine...I want to own your ass in every possible way...and be owned by it...and by you...there is nothing that I wouldn't be willing to do for you right now...but know that, as rough as I can be, I'll push you down and might expect you to return the favor later on, lover..."

Liberty was having a hard time deciding which she liked more - the talk, or the attention that came along with it.

Odessa’s words were honeyed, sprinkled with that British flavour that she used to find irritating, but had come to like in the past few hours. The woman knew how to lay flattery on you - Liberty had always known her ass was fine, but the way her companion told it, she was gifted with the greatest cheeks on the Earth. The way she spoke, you could really believe it, too.

But the way she showed that affection was something else. Liberty cooed - and she wasn’t typically the sort of woman who made cooing noises - as that amazing tongue of hers went to work. She coaxed it along, pressing down and giving Odessa even more access, enjoying the feel of that slippery tongue over one of her most. All the while, her breath started to get more and more ragged, as she dipped and brought her mouth towards Odessa’s sex.

”Why wait for later?” She gave the Briton’s slit a long like, savoring the taste, before she began to dip in between the folds...

Odessa purred as she nuzzled against Liberty's ass. She slid her tongue along the smooth skin, then slid it up in between Liberty's cheeks, teasing both of them at the same time with wetness from her warm tongue. Odessa could get lost in an ass like this one. In a way, she already had gotten lost, as she purred sweet nothings into that heavenly rear and snuggled up against it like it was the fluffiest pillow in the world. Just the sensations of that rear end made Odessa wet, but when Liberty started cooing—a very atypical sound for a woman like Liberty to make—Odessa's sex was really soaked.

And then Liberty bent over and slid her tongue along Odessa's sex. Odessa's eyes almost rolled back in her head as she felt Liberty's tongue on her sex. She wiggled her hips, and her legs kicked forward a couple of times as she had a bit of trouble focusing with the near-overstimulation she was receiving.

"Oooohh...you are good...it's always nice when I can just...let go and fuck a woman hard..." Odessa would hiss, before she would bury her face in Liberty's rear end, sliding her tongue deep up in between those cheeks, then sliding it down towards the spot in between her legs where her pussy began...

And just like that, Liberty and Odessa were in competition again.

Liberty was going to climax, that much was certain, but the only question was whether Odessa would do the same to her before she got the chance, who’d cross the finish line first. Liberty had the advantage of being on top and having an ass in Odessa’s face, something that would surely spur her on, but there was also the problem of Liberty’s being ridiculously horny at the moment, with the Briton having more access to her body.

It was anybody’s race.

As she felt the dam welling up inside her, Liberty almost buried her face in Odessa’s pussy, running her fingernails down the dark leg as she toiled. Her tongue was the spearhead, of course, but her lips did their part as well, running over Odessa’s clit, flicking it this way and that. Even her nose showered the sex with hot breath, making sure every nerve was tended to.

She worked hard, right up until the moment Odessa’s own efforts bore fruit, and she couldn’t hold back the explosion any longer. A deep, powerful climax ripped its way through Liberty’s body, and her pussy began to gush with burst after burst, each one short than the last. She threw her head back, as she roared, and a cold shiver made its way down her spine.

Even as it happened, her fingers still tended to Odessa, making sure they both got exactly what they deserved tonight. She wasn’t one to leave a woman behind.

This contest developed in quite an unexpected, but perhaps very natural, fashion. Odessa was used to fighting in the bedroom, as well as in the ring. A race to orgasm like this, one agreed to by both women but completely unspoken, was never out of the question. But it took Odessa by surprise, and the sheer serendipity of it excited Odessa to the point where she was starting to feel very, very wet already.

Liberty might be aroused already, but Odessa, too, was going to be suffering under a similar handicap as this competition wore on.

Odessa's mouth slid down between Liberty's butt cheeks, then ran towards the joining of her legs, where the British woman would find Liberty's pussy. Coming at it from behind, Odessa felt that she was at a disadvantage, as Liberty had complete and unfettered access to hers—and made the most of it! Odessa would moan and yelp into Liberty's sex, but would try to incorporate those hot bursts of air into an even more pleasurable experience for her new friend, as she would run her tongue up in between those sex lips, wiggling it back and forth, juuust finding the bottom of Liberty's clit to tease it.

Odessa, ultimately, could not stop herself from cumming. It really wasn't that long at all before the Briton's body tensed up and she cried out loudly, the sound muffled by Liberty's pussy, as her juices burst out of her, drenching Liberty's face and dribbling down her chin. Odessa squirmed and writhed, her legs kicking a couple of times, as she felt Liberty, too, cum! Odessa would open her mouth and let Liberty's juices flow all over her face, making no move to get out from underneath the beautiful raven-haired woman. "Mmmmmm..."

Liberty, being the hardcore maven that she was, had always had a natural hate for hentai wrestlers. She doubted that this, or anything, could ever truly alter that opinion. To put a fine point on it, as much as she loved a good fuck, that sort of thing didn’t belong between the ropes. In her opinion.

But there was a moment, as she laid there on Odessa like she was the world’s most comfortable and horny bed, fucking each other like the mad animals they were, that she could see the hentai wrestling appeal. If Odessa accomplished nothing else tonight, that thought alone was a feat. Maybe Liberty would tell her so, too, if she could even remember she’d had the notion.

Right now, though, the only thing that Liberty could think much about was the warmth flowing between her legs and the geyser bursting beneath her face, as Odessa came and she came herself shortly thereafter.

Silence began to take over the room as Liberty’s wild barks wore down, and she was content to simply lap away at her lover’s juices. She rubbed her ass over Odessa’s face, no longer smothering her, just teasing and taunting and establishing her dominance. After a few seconds, maybe a minute, passed, she peeled her way off and flopped over to her back, and that was where she stayed. Wide-eyed, silent, just looking up at the ceiling.

”That,” She finally spoke after a moment, and let more of her Italian accent slip in than usual. ”Was fucking amazing.”