Chloe Mason vs Annette Weber - Beach Heat

Chloe wondered how much she had missed when it came to her investigation on the Norwegian. It isn’t new that Chloe would usually research her opponent before meeting them, the more you know about them, the better you can strategize. However, nothing that she had seen show that she showed that kind of proficiency when it comes to strikes. As far as she knew, Ann was primarily a grappler and was prepared as such. But the blonde was continually surprised with how well versed she can be when it comes to her stand up game. Not many Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu practitioners can pull off a scorpion kick whenever they so please. That had forced Chloe to be more cautious when approaching her, finding the best opportunity to counter and punish such mistakes. If there’s a chance that this Norwegian could outkick her…

No, that thought wasn’t entertained in Chloe’s mind longer than a second. She remained confident. After all, this was Chloe’s waters. Where she was comfortable. If Annette wanted to tread such waters, it wouldn’t be an easy task.

Mind you, that kick that Annette threw could have easily knocked out someone more significant than she is. Looking at the technique and the speed it came out, it was nothing to scoff at or take lightly. Annette deserved more than to be downplayed, and Chloe respected it. She didn’t go for the sweep, as Annette had done, but the same tactic was used. Attacking from bellow. Chloe’s foot sunk into Ann’s succulent flesh, making her double over. Her feet wrapped around her neck and slammed her down to the sandy floor soon after, further showing her prowess and her creativity.

But now, the fun begins.

Chloe wasn’t just content to having Ann down on the floor. She kept moving, one foot pushing on Annette’s body and making sure she’s on her back, grabbing at one of Ann’s arms nearest to her. Bringing it between her legs, the audience and probably Annette could guess what Chloe was going for as she sought to snag that arm and pull it towards her body. A standard armbar, nothing special. Well, unless if you count one of Chloe’s toes looking to sneak inside Ann’s mouth to be special.

In hindsight, there wasn’t too much to be upset about with this lovely little hole in the ground Ms. Mason had planted for her. There weren't any distractions or stray sunlight beams to catch her eyes, less noise from the crowd that seemed to be growing more and more rapacious by the second. It was a sizzling warmth against her face that almost made her forget about how hard her face had been slammed into it. There really wasn’t anything that beat a fine day at the beach for her.

And for some reason, she could still smell that flowery air of her bosom lingering on her nose. That was when she realized how much she was missing the best sight on the beach: a certain picturesque blonde with a body that belonged with its back at the horizon.

Ann blew a bit of air from her nose to the compact grains touching her face all over, a small and unnoticeable acknowledgment that she couldn’t just stay here forever. Her hands pushed against the floor, beginning a slow rise while her mind brainstormed a proper line of attack. Strategy wasn’t really her thing at the end of the day. She very much preferred living in the moment and facing the small things as they came little by little. That was the secret to a truly stress-free lifestyle in her experience. It certainly hadn’t failed her so far. Maybe that was why, despite the fact she was rather easily being kicked around by Chloe, she couldn’t bring herself to have anything other than a smile on her face.

Who would complain about letting a beautiful woman have her way with them? No one in this crowd, that was for certain.

If only this wasn’t a match. Ann found her hand taken before she even had a chance to realize where it was going. Chloe led her by the arm onto her back, flipping like a flapjack just in time to find her arm wrenched into a horrible armbar. Well, no. It was quite beautiful. From the spectator’s suite, certainly. But where there was beauty, there must be pain. And it was a flawless execution that she managed, sending a surge of electricity through her arm that brought an arc to the Norwegian’s back as she bit her lip to keep down a long squeal. Truly stunning. What would she down now? Struggle, squirm, submit?

Maybe if she thought about it. Instead, her lips formed a nice ‘O’ around that toe Chloe so graciously let near her mouth and began to take up and down its length. Her free hand came up to her leg at the same time, caressing her fingertips against the strong, firm legs holding her down.

Amusing as it may be, Chloe wasn’t going to let this lovely woman keep her head in the sand. But it did put a bow on quite the manoeuvre that she pulled off, taking the Norwegian down to the sandy floor. Perhaps a place where Annette would be the most comfortable in. That is if she wasn’t stunned after all of that. Chloe was firmly in control, and she had no intentions to give that up. If only it wasn’t a match, she would have played things much differently.

Maybe. Maybe not.

The blonde chose not to focus on “what-if’s” but instead follow Annette’s secret and live in the moment, moving to the next hold she had in mind. By no means was Chloe the same level as the Norwegian when it comes to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, she wasn’t working her way towards a purple belt. That doesn’t mean that she knows a couple of things, most of them being handpicked to suit her simple style. An armbar wouldn’t necessarily fit if anyone was to see her matches. However, the way that her foot moved from Annette’s neck and to her mouth in quick succession would show the reason why she picked up that particular move.

Even if the primary purpose was to deal some damage to one of her arms, it does not mean that Chloe can’t get some pleasure out of it. Annette wasn’t in the prime position to deliver it personally, so she has to get it herself. And there were some avenues that the crowd would perhaps notice amidst the ubiquitous move. The intermentioned digits that were wriggling inside the gracious mouth that slowly took in more length, feeling the tongue almost tasting that sole and the sand that had joined in on the ride. Then there was the fact that with each slight raise of her hips, her clothed crotch brushed along the triceps that sent electricity up towards that spine. Chloe bit her lip, letting out a delightful squeal as those two mixed together to get her motor running. Her hips began to form a slow, yet sensual pace ground up and down along that arm. The ex-commissioner might as well let herself get swept in the moment and pleasure herself while that arm gets hyperextended.

But what about dear Annette?

It would be unbecoming and unkind of her if she wasn’t getting anything out of this. Chloe wasn’t usually this gracious, but for the Norwegian, she can make an exception. Chloe purred, flexing the calf a bit from Annette’s deft fingertips. Her other leg would move back some before that foot would rub a bit on that breast. It isn’t at the same level as what a hand can do, but it was a different kind of grope, her toes curled into the flesh, her sole rubbing on the nipple. Even with the pink bikini top, it wouldn’t stop the waves of pleasure flooding in. Her head leaned in forward, her lips forming an ”O” around one of Annette’s fingers and graciously letting two digits inside as she sucks on it. The tongue lapping around those fingers, as if baptising it with her own love.

Did she enjoy this or getting kicked in the face more? Ann was having quite a hard time deciding, not the least of which owing to the fact that the only things stopping her decision-making list were each of Chloe's five digits so generously given to her by the mouthful.

There had to be some sort of art to this. Ann was no stranger to putting a bit of hurt on when it came to competition, but she had always managed to keep it separate from the pleasure until now. For Ms. Mason, those two things seamlessly melded into one and the same. She could easily say this was the most fun she’d ever had taking a foot to the face...aside from that weekend in Oslo...

Submission holds weren’t going to top her lists of favorite pastimes anytime soon. Climbing the Jiu-Jitsu ladder, Ann was no stranger to the feeling other arm being wrench from its socket, but the element of control was gone. It could have been a whole lot worse and the added foot in her face could have easily been taken as a mark of humiliation. For some. She had little choice but to go along with the blonde beauty’s delicate tune. It was difficult for her to complain. She smelled of lilacs and tasted like a radiant summer’s day.

A gentle hum took between her lips feeling the American begin to ease, inviting more of her touch as she roamed the American’s calf. Her back arched to the foot pressing against her breast, teasing electric reactions from her. Her toes curled in the sand. That silver hair matted in a serene halo around her head. For such a dominating sight, Ann appeared rather at peace even with the crowd’s roar begging to overtake the ocean breeze.

She reciprocated those feelings with earnest. She sucked harder and took another centimetre of foot between her lips. With little twitches and jerks, Annette exploited what little wiggle room she was gifted to begin a slow and gentle grind against the prison walls that were the American’s lethal legs. Her elbow inched closer to the blonde’s tender spot just below If Chloe were so inclined to give her just an inch more of freedom, this could be even better. Ann certainly hoped it moved that way. She detested leaving work half-finished.

Some women made mixing pain and pleasure into an art form. There was always a fine line between them, and balancing both was a lot harder than one would think. Of course, everyone is different, what may work for some, won’t work for another. Chloe has had more than enough time to practice walking that tightrope and making sure both came to the other side without falling off. Shown in the display as both women lay on the sand.

Even with the fact that both Annette and Chloe were both getting something out of it, it was clear that Chloe was in a dominant position. She wasn’t pulling on Ann’s arm too much, just enough that the Norwegian wouldn’t stop her services. Chloe used pain to break them down, tear into their resistance. Once that has happened, she would reward them with whatever they desired. Most times, something that they didn’t know they even liked.

However, right of the bat, Ann weirdly gave herself to Chloe. It wasn’t a total surrender, but she wasn’t resisting. The American felt that it was a welcome surprise. Many times she would come to the natural resistance whenever her feet cam into play. It was something she had came to expect with her opponents, and that was never going to change. But someone who willingly gave in, without the need to go hard on them? That was different. Which initially made the blonde all the more curious. But this felt so good that she didn’t bring herself to care about it.

“Something tells me…that you wanted this from the start.” Chloe mused, giving a teasing smack on Ann’s cheek when it wasn’t working on that breast. Chloe’s toes were clearly working their magic, clearly having an effect on the European as she saw her back arch and her toes curl into the sand. Ann wasn’t going to reply, mainly because Chloe’s foot is covering it, but her body gave its answer. She didn’t even have to touch the hot, moist walls that are Ann’s pussy and yet she was reciprocating to such touches. A thought came to mind if she could make her cum like that. It has happened before in AFW history, and she desired to be among the few that made it happen. To a lovely specimen like Annette, this would be much more special.

Annette continued to please Chloe more as she took another centimetre deep, feeling most of the grains of sand weren’t sticking around. Something else did even more as she felt something rubbing up on her tender spot. Chloe let out a gasp as soon as the electricity coursed through her body, her own back was now arching. “Haahhh~” A hot moan as she shuddered at the sudden rub, biting her lower lip as she chortled. “Ooooh, someone’s really eager to please me~.” Her grip loosened a bit, allowing Ann to do what she wanted it seemed as her body responded to the twitches and jerks of her arm. “Since you know your place…” The grip on her arm was faltering somewhat, the aim of her armbar becoming unclear. Her hips raised to meet with her elbow, hotly rubbing the clothed pussy onto it. Chloe would rub up on the breast, even more, the foot seeking to drive Annette in a frenzy. From the eye of the spectator, it seemed as if Chloe’s body had two different goals in mind.

Chloe wasn’t wrong, not even a little.

Maybe somewhere earlier today when she was just reading about this match rather than actually standing in the ring, long before she had a chance to lay her naked eyes on the beautiful woman controlling her now so effortlessly and cooly beneath the glowing rays of the summer sun, Annette was probably thinking about winning this match. What strategies she could use to overcome her opponent. What moves were best for her to employ if she found herself in a troublesome position. She never forgot for an instant how much fun it was going to be, but the competition was still there on the surface. It was all

Now? Not a care in the world. It was the perfect balance that only someone with as delicate a touch as Chloe’s could make look so easy. The Norwegian let out another long moan, one deeper than the last as the American rubbed her breast harder and pinched tighter with her toes. Touches like lighting tickled her chest and quickened her breath. Control, dominance, and pleasure all wrapped in a perfect little package, and she could tell this was only the surface of what this deadly dame was capable of. Though what she loved most were the words. Honeyed and weight on every word, as if lulling her mind into the trance her body was already falling under.

Ann’s mouth was a little too busy to mutter a proper response, not that she would have even wanted to. Not with such a rare opportunity so generously brushed over her lips, caressing every inch of her face. Any second that wasn’t spent worshipping Chloe’s perfectly sculpted feet would be another reason Ann would never be able to forgive herself.

A long moan escaped her throat, her lips moving away from the blonde’s digits to take in even more of her foot, tasting along the soft surface and ridges all over its length. Her movements started to turn voracious, content to kiss every inch of skin. Her tongue lapped and assessed with quicker, lighter strokes. Her senses were slowly overwhelmed. Chloe was an addiction she couldn’t quit.

The Norwegian slowly pushed herself off her back, suddenly rolling towards Chloe as she went to fold the kicker’s glamorous legs over herself. In a moment, they’d find the positions reversed, with Ann the one on top looming over her opponent and Chloe staring straight up at her from between the slight opening her lush thighs would provide. One that Ann would fully intend to make use of as she leaned in and slid her fingertips down the commissioner’s legs, caressing the exposed underside of her quads and to the curve of her curvaceous rear...until they abruptly made an abrupt detour off to the side to the tender spot between her legs. Chloe wouldn’t have been able to quite make out the coy look on Ann’s face in that moment, but the swimsuit model made sure she’d be able to feel her enthusiasm as her fingertips glided over the fabric of her bikini bottoms, teasing the blushing opening just underneath. Only a flick away.

The blonde didn’t need any confirmation in regards to the observation she made. At least not verbally, Chloe’s foot was still stuck inside the Norwegian combatant for her to say anything. Her actions were telling quite a good story for her to build her assumptions on. Actions speak louder than words and Annette might as well be proof of that. It was different from the usual song, and dance Chloe has performed on her victims. When matters of humiliation came about, there would have been some kind of crazed, demented order that the victim would have to concede to get out of this with some measure of dignity intact. That was, typically, how things worked. Victim get’s dominated, then gets embarrassed while the poor unfortunate soul is shamed in front of millions. It was routine in AFW.

This isn’t exactly what is happening. For one thing, victims don’t skip right through to giving their bodies for the tormentor this early. It was quite the change considering who she was facing before. While Annette might not be at Chloe’s level, she could still hold her own when it came to using her legs to strike. The slick acrobatics, the swift movements, the outstanding flexibility brought to bear. It was as if she was facing two different opponents—sort of a Jekyll & Mr Hyde situation. Just the right touch and she would come crumbling down to her feet. A fascinating specimen, one that kept Chloe intrigued more and more. If anything, Annette was not dull. Definitely, one that knew how to keep things interesting.

Which was along the right lines when Annette used the trapped arm to pleasure Chloe with. The ex-commissioner bit her lip hard, a feeling that was better than any vibrator in the world was washing her body whole. As if she was caught along the waves nearby and left to float above the surface. She wasn’t sinking, at least, Chloe thinks she wasn’t. The grip on her arm was beginning to falter, her guard lowering under the pretence of security. As Annette’s arm rubbed along the covered sex, Chloe’s words hit into Annette. To anyone else, her near-apathetic words would have cut deep into their psyche, breaking them apart and making their existence feel worthless. Asking questions that they didn’t want to ask themselves. Chloe wondered if there was a line to the Norwegian if there was something that she would say, something she would do to break the camel’s back. Eventually, there was a limit. It perhaps would have been risky to try and find that line. Annette has been such a lovely woman to the point Chloe didn’t want to try her luck. This was a good position for her, and it is best not to ruin such a good thing at the moment. The reason being is that things can turn on you at any second.

A consequence of going easy on the platinum-haired woman was that she suddenly had Chloe flipped onto her head, her legs kicking up from the body and almost literally head over heels. The ex-commissioner blinked hard, unsure as to how this had happened. One moment, she was in control. Now, Annette was the one looming down on her. She got too comfortable, letting the moment carry her away. A lovely rose to play with, but it had its thorns. There was little doubt that they’d prick Chloe if she wasn’t careful. But that was part of the fun, though, and for a moment, she enjoyed the game they played. The American’s thighs flexed as those tender fingers explored her legs, tensing at the touch. It was a delicate touch, the kind that was reserved for tender lovers, showing just how skilled she was in the sensual arts.

A proper catch indeed.

It was a surprise, but not an altogether unpleasant one. It was, after all, hard to complain about having an incredible beauty on top of her. But what next? The armbar could be re-applied, and she could kick her legs back at Annette to regain a dominant position. The fingertips gliding along the fabric of her bikini bottoms would pause any attempts of movement, however. This was unlike her using her elbow, these are her fingers. And they were more precise, accurate, deft in knowing just where to stroke along the nether regions. A hot moan escaped her lips, her body so sensitive and taunt that a simple touch can drive her wile in the right spot. And Annette was clearly a virtuoso in such arts. She needed out of this. As much as the ex-commissioner adored such treatment, Chloe was wise to see doom approaching.

Chloe would tuck her legs in, storing her energy before releasing it all at once in an explosive burst, straightening her body out and trying to push Annette away. A desperation move, a way to create space and nothing more. However, that will have to suffice.

She couldn’t afford to let Chloe get away.

On the outside, it was a matter of skill. From all the bruises that Annette was going to be licking after today to each drop of sweat that fell from her flawless skin, testaments to the blonde dame’s strength riddled her body from head to toe. It would have been silly to think that the Norwegian would just hand off any advantage that she could muster. She couldn’t allow Chloe to have a stronger position for even a few moments. Her only option when going toe-to-toe was to keep going on the attack and never look back. Everyone watching was thinking that, surely it must have been going through the less experienced wrestler’s mind.

But those people weren’t on the inside of this circle. They couldn’t catch the smell of Chloe’s beautiful hair. They couldn’t savor the velvety touch of her skin, feel the power coursing through those muscular legs as they wrapped around her. With the warm aroma of the sand at her knees, the ecstasy was amplified. Her very presence cascaded a bewitching aura across the beach.

Then call Annette spellbound. Her eyes filled with stars were focused solely on her sexy adversary, finding renewed strength to not only escape the hold but turn it around entirely. In a flash, Chloe found herself on her back and staring up at Ann’s tender smile in place of where the sun should have been. Eager fingers danced along her curvaceous legs and the tender spot just between. Her smile seemed to brighten seeing how well the American was responding to it. She did a better job at masking the impressions better than most, but it was nevertheless fun to see that serenely confident veneer finally slip, if only a tad.

Of course, she couldn’t have expected Chloe to simply lay back and enjoy her treatment. She wasn’t that type of woman. Ann could tell. In their closely intimate lock of the matchbook pin, she could feel the power beginning to swell in the blonde’s steel-like thighs, coursing in every inch of her core that suddenly tensed. Ann was far from an expert martial artist, but this just happened to be one of those precious moments that she’d been thankful to invest so much of her time into getting her purple belt.

If there was one thing she’d taken away from all those years on the mats, it was knowing when she was about to be bucked.

“No no no.” Ann swung her leg over Chloe’s head just as she rose to kick her off, letting those legs kick into the air as she spun herself around and sat her full and curvy rear over Chloe’s lips. She moved swiftly to narrowly avoid the legs kicking into the air, though only one of them would find the ground before Ann reached out, grabbing the left one and quickly locking it snuggly underneath her armpit. If she managed to catch it in time, she would lean back; both to keep it secure and to afford a better look over her back down at Chloe. “You brought us this far in. I’m not letting you back out now.”

Her voice would drip with ecstasy and a lustful gaze in the silver of her eyes. The model moved her rear with caressing gyrations over the American’s beautiful face, grinding with a slow yet hard pace as if to lull her into the perfect state of mind.

This was the scenario that Chloe was trying to avoid.

As much as Chloe enjoyed the time having her way with Annette, there was still this nagging part in her brain telling her the dangers of staying on the ground. Unlike some wrestlers, Chloe does her homework. And despite not much shown about the Norwegian, the info she managed to obtain painted a picture that she’d perhaps fair better sticking kicks at her before going in for the proverbial kill.

That plan did work well for her, even before where the ex-commissioner managed to get a dominant position earlier on Annette, pinning the exotic European down on the sandy ground. Looking back at it, she debated wherever letting her dainty feet strike at her flawless body was more satisfying compared to just controlling her like this on the ground, stretching a body part and pressing her body down on Annette. Although she heavily favours using her lower body to get the job done, she can see the appeal of the latter. Something Chloe herself has seen before watching matches like this. With an opponent like the Norwegian, this proved to be a pleasant experience. She had never thought to have battled somewhere like this, but for her first time, she could do much worse.

But all of this compounded to the position she was in now. Literally, head over heels and in the clutches of Annette as she smiles over her. As fulfilling and pleasing as it was to control a woman like her, the danger of staying there never went away. She got overindulgent, enjoying things for a moment longer than it was needed. Or at the very least, stuck around to find herself being tempted by the siren’s wiles. If there was a word that didn’t describe Chloe in a nutshell, complacent was one of them. And yet, here she was. That’s not to take anything away from the woman looming on top of her. Such an exquisite quarry, the way she looked and sounded as she writhed in her clutches—the velvet-like feel of her skin as she felt her arm on her being hyperextended. The sweet, flowery fragrance in the air, that wasn’t just Chloe’s mind you. Those amethyst jewels, that mouth….anyone would give Chloe a pass.

Besides, the blonde was still aware of the peril she was in. Which was why she acted very quickly to get out as fast as possible. The soft, inviting touch of Annette around her thigh, giving more than enough reasons why Chloe has to escape as quickly as possible. Her body exploded with power, gathered for a moment to buck the Norwegian off.

Or so she thought.

It was as much as she could muster, given she was getting teased below in the armbar. Needless to say, when Chloe had the idea to buck Annette off, she wasn’t supposed to end up underneath her. Funny how things work. Her legs caught nothing but air, but one would end up being caught in the grasp of Norwegian while the other would near flop to the ground. The elevated leg wasn’t the only thing to contend with, it was Ann’s taut derriere planting on Chloe’s lips. Mind you, there are worse butts her lips could meet. But considering this is Annette, there was at least as pass given to the vixen. Only slightly. The near-taunting gyrations of Annette’s butt grinded on Chloe’s facial features, planting grains of sand onto her pores. Her nose just dangerously close to being enveloped by the ass cheeks. “Mmmmmpff!” The American writhed underneath the silver-haired vixen, her leg extended and flexed for all the crowd to see. As well as her fully clothed, yet exposed crotch. Her hands would meet with that very butt, gripping on the cheeks. The thought of pushing Annette off with all her weight on her is far fetched, but to at least keep them from fully enveloping her would be something at least.

Ann was starting to sweat now. Even under a shining sun and over a warm bed of sand, her skin had gotten used to the sweltering over the years. Rolling around in this kind of environment shouldn't have been a big issue for her.

And what finally got her to sweat came from the brush of one sweltering breath after another exhaled so desperately from underneath her. The tight space insulating Chloe's perfect countenance grew hotter by the second. The Norwegian began a slow grind with her butt, adding some friction to the mix while stealing a glance over her shoulder down at the American.

She had to wonder exactly where this woman came from. She didn't fight like an amateur. Her movements outmatched Annette's even in her own eyes, yet the golden blonde carried herself like a model. There was a confidence that was almost regal in the way it radiated out from her in waves. When she was upright, at least. The Norwegian couldn't say why but it felt as though this would be a rare opportunity for her, one that she shouldn't let pass so quickly. Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned back into the hold, placing an arm behind her.

"I love the way you fight this. Whether you realize it or not, it's pretty telling about yourself, at least to someone like me. You're the kind of woman that's used to having your way, right? This must be pretty foreign. No command. No power." Her hand went to Chloe's breast and gave a firm squeeze. She looked back over her shoulder to steal another look at the trapped blonde. Still there. Still irresistible. "And yet it's not an entirely unpleasant experience. Isn't it?"

Another sigh eased past her lips feeling Chloe rumbling beneath her. Her legs tucked underneath and wrapped themselves around the blonde's beautiful head. As the pressure of her steel thighs would coil around her opponent, Chloe's face would be pressed deeper and deeper into the model's supple and rounded derriere. Her fingertips danced over the fabric of her bikini bottom. With two fingers pointed down, she pressed into the warm slit beneath and began a circular motion. "Don't be so stubborn, sweetie. It'll feel so much better after you cum."