Chloe Mason vs Annette Weber - Beach Heat

Man, it’s really getting hot in here.

One would think the sun is more than enough to warm them into a dripping mess. And that is without getting to the amount of movement both women were making. Neither, in particular, were holding back in the slightest. The effort to send a limb flying towards the other, the force and power it contains is enough to make them more than warm. Grappling in of itself took even more energy, the constant battle of getting an advantage whilst also stopping the other doing so would burn even more. The war fanned the flames of desire and competitiveness between the two, despite neither going indeed beyond. And yet somehow it took being underneath Annette for drops of sweat to roll down Chloe’s forehead.

Then again, breathing onto something so close was always going to generate heat, their bodies near tangled as one. The only option for the view would be the magenta-clad woman on top. Maybe the blue sky, but the sun was blinding down on Chloe to the point the sight was like looking upon a divine, empyrean angel. In biblical terms, you wouldn’t see the face of one, always covered by their wings. Not going blind as Saul, but the sight was prepossessing. Such seraphic, heavenly vision was at least gorgeous to lay eyes on, enough to somewhat forget her position.

At least before said angel began to talk. From there, Annette leaned back enough that the sun eclipsed her pretty periwinkle locks. A good enough shelter from keeping the blonde’s eyes being burned by the light. Her thoughts were conflicted. Even more so since the debate on wherever or not to mar such luscious skin on the Norwegian. The sand that stuck on those cheeks were present. Probably from when the ex-commissioner dumped her on her butt after a good kick. Though said cheeks weren’t entirely on her face, the times that she slightly moved didn’t bring much irritation. A mixture of softness and tautness made it a bit comfortable, despite Ann’s full weight on the blonde. By all accounts, Ann was right. This wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

But that doesn’t mean that it is entirely pleasant either.

Control is what Chloe likes. Control over her own life, control over her conquered opponents. And when something threatens to take it away, she will fight hard to regain it. It was natural to her. Despite letting Ann pleasure her during that armbar, Chloe can still control her. Punish her when she does something, not to her liking, yet reward her when she does. And when being underneath with one leg held captive of the Norwegian, there was none. Naturally, her body does what it’s always trained to do. Take back control.

Chloe cannot give much of a retort whilst her lips are pressed underneath the buttocks. Even more so when Ann’s legs close in on the blonde’s head, pushing her face deeper and deeper in her clutches. The vibrations that come from Chloe’s lips would have been significantly felt when she groped Chloe’s breast, but as soon as those steel-like adductors pressed on her head, it would be more profound when she struggled underneath. And there come the conflicting feelings once more as soon as Ann’s fingers danced all over the clothed crotch. Not even the fabric could save the ex-commissioner, the very tips of her fingers massaging her slit. Any doubts that Ann wasn’t skilled in the erotic arts would be erased entirely. She didn’t just talk the talk, she can walk the walk. Her dominant tone provided the perfect mix to her artistic body. As if this whole ordeal was tailor-made for Chloe. The crowd might not think as much as they see Chloe’s lone leg flopping about aimlessly, seeking to find the purchase or to struggle free. Her fingers found the deeply pressed derriere and would dig into the flesh, kneading them almost, but in truth, putting up a wasted effort to push Ann off. With Ann fully settled, that indeed wasn’t happening.

Oh, she was still trying to get out. That was adorable in an odd way.

When Chloe restrained herself from leaping about on the sand and throwing kicks at her head, she took on an entirely different aspect. The years of fitness and calculated dedication she’d put into her body became that much easier to admire. It paired well with her muffled mewls and grunts of exertion. It must have been like a furnace down there.

Ann was starting to heat up herself the longer her blonde adversary’s adamant resistance dragged on. She giggled and added another ounce of pressure onto her steel thighs, if that even seemed possible. Her circular motions continued around the American’s most sensitive region with their same playful air. Her hips pressed back against the hands against her curvaceous rear, pushing closer against the blonde’s beautiful face. She worked with the wrist and experimented with different movements of her hand, slight changes in pace and tempo to keep teasing out one interesting reaction after another.

The more she fought, the more invested the Norwegian became.

"I don't think you're ‘quite’ getting this, Ms. Mason. Here." Her fingers pressed firmly into the moistening surface of her bottom piece as they slowly pulled back towards the lip and slipped underneath. A sultry whisper accompanied their entrance. "Let me show you."

Her fingers curled and formed ridges beneath the red fabric as she placed two fingers directly onto the warming folds that would meet her touch with yearning. Ann would sigh in bemusement at the response she received. Moments such as these were not altogether rare for a woman of her means, but they were nonetheless special and far from tiring, for it was here she found that people became their most sincere. Their unraveling hearts and minds drunk with stimulation laid bare. Here she could feel the true breadth and desires of Chloe Mason. At this stage, she became accepting of all things.

She wasn’t ever going to ‘quite’ get it, much as Ann would like to. At least, not while Chloe’s competitive-driven mind was still in play here. An inherited trait from her father’s side, despite not taking any action in the ring. A feature that has its drawbacks, just as much as it has benefits. Some can be rather nasty. As most opponents of hers would see. With Ann, however, she was relatively restrained.

Might have chalked up to the fact Chloe was willing to let slide with the Norwegian. She was pleasant enough to be endearing, yet somewhat exciting once they really got into the battle. The European wasn’t at Chloe’s level, but near. And if she wasn’t focusing on struggling out of Ann, the ex-commissioner would have been impressed with how cruel Ann could be. But it was a different kind of cruelty, in the knowing sense of course. In Chloe’s mind, you don’t get far into battle without it. Despite whatever notions and intentions, Ann may have. A derriere that can easily take your breath away, thighs that could bite into your skull like a vice, and fingers moving with pinpoint accuracy to rile Chloe into a frenzy. Not strictly a pacifist, by definition.

Not that this wasn’t effective, especially in a match setting. It was that same competitive-driven mind that kept the American from succumbing to it all. Lesser women would have crumbled, but Chloe was a different sort. As Annette would have realised already. The woman on top doubled her efforts, which gets another moan out from Chloe. Much as she was holding on, Ann was whittling her defences down bit by bit. Slight alterations of pace and tempo kept her from getting used to the onslaught, which reminded her of Luna. Despite only using her fingers, of course. Her toes curled, her body tensing, her abs flexed, showing glints of sweat on it. Her face would probably be a different story if the crowd would get a chance to see it. The more this went on, the more they settled that this was a done deal for the Norwegian.

A single leg would quell those thoughts, however.

A sudden burst brought her leg up, quickly rising up from the sand. Chloe’s foot came barreling towards her, swinging in an arc as it aims towards the face of Ann. At least she wouldn’t have to see the reaction of the platinum-haired siren upon impact, saves her from feeling bad. But that’s Ann’s fault for not securing both of her limbs in the first place.

And when facing someone like Chloe, this was a costly error.

It was fun controlling Chloe.

The dominant position wasn’t a side of the usual equation that Ann held any particular favoritism towards. She found that giving and receiving could be equally enticing and enjoyable with the right partner and the right mindset. Everyone had the potential within themselves. It was often simply a matter of teasing it out and creating the opportunity to explore and ravage and satisfy their heart’s content. Pacing, atmosphere, attitude. Each of them was central. Sex could happen at the drop of a hat. Making love - making a partner - was an entirely separate endeavor.

But there was something in particular about the American beauty that allured her. Maybe it was the way her body reacted to each soft and savory touch. Maybe it was the attitude and air with which she carried herself that made this current position so rewarding. Or maybe Ann had simply discovered her ‘type’, as loathe as she was to the concept. What she couldn’t deny, however, was what was in front of her. The gorgeous blonde squirming and yielding to her fingers. Her desperate gasp choking back cries of undying satisfaction and yearning in that betraying tone.

Sea breeze. Summer air. A captivated audience. And sweet moans accompanying the scent of inevitable ecstasy. The mood was perfect. And then, just before the climactic final act…

"Ah!" Chloe kicked her in the face. Very romantic.

Grains of sand slipped between her eyelids, throwing her into a momentary fit as Ann rolled off onto the sand and rubbed her eye. It took one full second for her to process what Chloe had managed to do. The Norweigan was quick to spin herself around and come up to one knee in a cautious pose. She eyed the American carefully with a smile stained with a touch of sobriety. Ann couldn't blame her for getting antsy, she supposed. If it were her being teased and toyed, she couldn't guarantee she would be able to keep still either. All the same, the model was none too eager to hide her disappointment.

"And we were just getting to the best part." Ann slowly rose to her feet, raising her hands and eager to pounce. "It's a little late to be playing hard to get, Ms. Mason."

Yeah, she knew that would hurt. She may not see it, but she felt it. Heard it.

Chloe didn’t feel something crunch upon impact, so safe to say she didn’t mar the supermodel-esque looks. At least for now. Her fans might not forgive her if that happened. Although angry fans sending tweets of displeasure is the least of her worries right now. She managed to make Ann dismount off her, her skull getting a bit too comfortable with those steel-like adductors compressing it. Or maybe it was the pleasure that was making her forget about it, in which case, it’s frightening to think of how it would feel without it. It still hurt even with Ann’s fingers expertly caressing her nether regions. And the blonde doubted that was Ann going all out with the squeeze.

It’s scary to imagine.

The ex-commissioner would get the chance to breathe once the toned derriere of the Norwegian is removed. An audible gasp followed as she rolled onto her belly, cupping her stimulated pussy with both hands. Chloe never had an orgasm denied from her, let alone herself being the cause for it; sexual frustration jumbled her mind, kicking her legs in the sand as Chloe groaned. She had to do something; she was too close to succumbing to the wiles of Ann entirely. And yet, she felt this was worse than actually seeing the end.

“Fucking son of a…” Yup, way worse.

She grunted through gritted teeth; such a feeling wasn’t going to go away any time soon. But Chloe has a match to get on with. It’s why she did all she could to buck Ann off her. Peeling herself off the floor, the American beauty pushed off, slowly getting to a hand and knees. Taking deep breaths for air. “Bit too early…for the best part.” Chloe looked at the platinum-haired Norwegian as she sat on her shins, brushing some grains of sand that stuck on her face. “You should know…by now…I ain’t easy.” She grinned before wincing, the pangs of pleasure hitting hard. Yet, there’s still something that’s driving Chloe, just to get up on her two feet. Slowly, mind you. It wasn’t some fancy kip up that she did before. Ann definitely dealt some damage, and most of her energy is sapped. Just not all of it, however. Rising on wobbly legs, she took a deep breath in before dragging her right foot behind her.

“If you want me…come get me.”

Ann was going to give Chloe the hardest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. It wasn’t arrogance. It wasn’t even a particular goal that the former model was striving towards. It was just the way it was going to be. Simple as that.

The signs were all there, even if the American didn't make it glaringly obvious with that the way she frustratingly massaged her nethers. Her breathing was off. That controlled look in her eye had shaken and fit perfectly with the slight trembling the Norwegian was spotting in her knees.

That didn't harm her confidence. Only a moment later, the two of them were up on two feet, eyeing the other like starving lionesses in the heat of an untamed savannah. There was nowhere else to go for either of them except forward. The ex-commissioner may have been close to her limit, but Ann could only be half-certain that would be enough to take her in a stand up fight. Her opponent was just that skilled. But Ann wouldn’t back down.

Chloe wanted her? She’d get her.

They were on each other again in no time. The Norwegian watched for errant movements that might give her nimble foe away as they circled one another. She took delicate steps forward through the sand, keeping her hands level and palms out in her forward posture. Ann may have appeared as though she were taking her time, but her plan of attack had been decided well in advance.

If Chloe was so willing to draw that much attention to her lower body, the least that Ann could do was build on it. The former model stepped in, turning on her back foot and throwing a quick side kick towards Chloe’s legs. Only she didn’t aim for the outside. Her strike came up in a low arc, aiming for the tender flesh between Chloe’s inner thighs to get as close to that troubled spot as possible. If Chloe assumed being out of the hold meant that Ann couldn’t get to her, she was going to have yet another lesson to learn before this match was over.

Chloe has seen a lot of things in her time as a wrestling commissioner. Booked matches, made stipulations, keeping the peace so that the wrestlers don’t kill each other…there was a lot to be done. The only pleasure she would get withing the job was watching the matches themselves. Just to keep a keen eye on performances and if there have been any complications, like interferences. If anything, it beats having to do a lot of paperwork, and there was a lot to take in. Seeing every scenario played out, what fighter brings the most crowd engagement, which attacks work best. Then there was the erotic aspect of it all. It was no hidden secret that the federation promoted it heavily, and fans looked forward to seeing someone humiliated. Got to give the fans what they want.

But as Chloe stands, wobbly-legged, with the sand underneath her feet and the hot sun bearing down on her, Chloe wondered on one thing.

How the hell do people fight like this?

Elite sexfighters had made it look easy, fighting on whilst not letting the waves of bliss engulf them. And yet here she was, standing up to be one heck of a feat. Keeping herself standing on her two feet was something else. Escaping Annette from underneath was simply a curse and a blessing at this point. Yes, the ex-commissioner was free and still has a chance. But at what cost? It would have been better if Chloe just had that orgasm and be done with it. Struggling and wracked with pleasure is a state that the American hated to be in.

The Norwegian at least didn’t dash in straight away, which was a blessing for Chloe. She had the chance to get some breaths in and compose herself. But again, the aroused state just made things harder. Even trying to keep a calm smile without her lips trembling was a task. Try as she might, Chloe couldn’t hide those glaring tells from the magenta-clad opponent. However, the stubbornness that is Chloe wouldn’t let her back down. Ann may be skilled but not that skilled as Chloe is. Taking her down soundly in a stand-up fight was proof of that.

Except that was before when Ann’s fingers weren’t doing their magic on Chloe’s nether regions.

A low sidekick would have been more comfortable to bat away and deflect, even with one leg before Chloe would let that same leg smack onto Ann without a trifle. Just that it didn’t happen. Not even the deflecting part of the plan.

In fact, she has barely gotten her heel off the ground before she felt Ann’s foot smack into the troubled spot. Harsher than the delicate touch the Norwegian gave to her, the American let out a yelp before she stumbled backwards. Two steps back before her legs buckled underneath, and she fell to one knee. She let out a frustrated gasp before glaring towards Ann. “Damn you…” She muttered under her breath as she pushed up onto her wobbly feet again before firing off a roundhouse coming from a wild arc, her face straining to have the kick aim towards the head of Ann.

Aw, did that hurt?

Annette figured the most fun she would be having tonight would be on the floor, rolling around with a beautiful blonde and letting herself get lost in the silky sin and that savory aroma of hers. Chloe had serious talent on two feet. Ann wouldn’t even have attempted to match her on solid ground without imposing a severe handicap. Though it was only in the moment after her kick landed and she witnessed her blonde contender fall to one knee that Annette realized how much damage she had actually inflicted.

The Norwegian pressed two fingers to her lips and blew a quick kiss to the American. There was an odd satisfaction in seeing that confidence falter with the rest of her stamina and posture. Ann wasn't in an exceptionally better shape herself as a thin veneer of sweat and a few careful breaths could attest, but if there was a clear choice for who between them was deep into the danger zone, the American had her beat by a mile. Ann just had to get her over that edge.

The Norwegian leaped a step back as Chloe started to rise again, hopping on her heels and keeping her palms out. She was looking for fast and precise, but Chloe couldn’t have made her next move any more obvious. Desperate indeed was the kick that came to slice Ann's head off. The model had lasted long enough in this match to know that Chloe had managed to get more speed behind them before, keeping Ann on the backpedal and respecting her space. There was restraint lingering in her effort and the Norwegian martial artist was quick to follow up on it.

Ann brought an arm up and widened her stance, sucking in as much of the blow as she could absorb. Before Chloe could retract, Ann wrapped her arm around and clamped down on the extremity to brace it against her shoulder and leave Chloe hopping on one leg. There were an infinite number of possibilities the Norwegian could employ. With a cruel grin and not a hint of remorse, she went where everyone knew this was going. Ann threw her leg up, accentuating every inch of refined muscle and subtle bulk along her evanescent thighs in a magnificent crescent with a kick right between Chloe's legs, meeting her sensitive region with a brutal smack.

Yes, that did indeed hurt.

What used to be totally effortless, like breathing, turned out to take more than Chloe had ever thought. Say what you will about Chloe, but if there was anything that many could link the blonde to, it would be the kicks. Arguably, there are many others fans of AFW who could have made the comparison, but it was interesting that someone of Chloe’s age does not just give the younger fighters a run for their money, but in other cases, outclassing them. The American liked to think that she’d still achieve the same kind of speed, velocity, power, swiftness and potency when she’s even another ten years older. The thought of that would bring fear to many, but most sport athletes have shown to defy father time every now and then. And with the money that Chloe has, she can make it happen. Threatening injuries notwithstanding, of course.

But after being brought to the edge of absolute bliss, Chloe felt that penalty weighing her down even more. It was as if one locked her with a ball and chain around her ankle, and she has to work around carrying the weight. The American liked to think that was merely a fluke, though that kind of kick she should efficiently respond to. Nothing would compare with Chloe actually firing off a kick of her own. Something to get back on Ann after the strike to the nether regions. Something tells her that the target was intended, but here she was, seeking to give the Norwegian the benefit of the doubt. The quick kiss blown in her direction wasn’t helping her case, however. And there would be hell to pay if she pulled that stunt again.

Not that it mattered, as Chloe began to lift that leg up for a simple yet powerful strike, just to teach her a lesson not to underestimate her, even in this state of total arousal. Only for her intentions to totally blow up spectacularly in her face.

The ex-commissioner knew something was wrong even before she fired the kick from the chamber. It didn’t have the same snappiness; her form wasn’t as perfect as it should be. The blonde has thrown many strikes in her time, in different countries too. But it was easy to go on autopilot, knowing you got the technique down in the back of your hand. Or foot in this case. But this had been the first time in a very long while that Chloe focused on the kick. And it certainly wasn’t one of her best, that is for sure.

A for effort, at least.

Not that it mattered, even in Annette’s condition, which may not be 100% but enough to catch that leg. With how sloppy that kick was to Chloe’s standards, it shouldn’t be a surprise that the exotic European found a way to capture and keep it in place. Chloe was left standing on one leg before she knew it, while her foot was left hanging on Annette’s shoulder. And the crowd in attendance already knew what was coming next. Yup, another blow to the crotch. Which had them wincing from the impact and Chloe howl in pain, made worse with the already sensitiveness towards that region. It was horrible, and Chloe couldn’t be too sure if the afterformentioned arousal made that cunt punt even worse with how her mind was wracked with the cocktail of pleasure and pain.

Thank goodness she still kept up on cycling ever since arriving in Japan. Tokyo wasn’t quite as free as Norway’s countryside and it could be some trouble to get to the less crowded routes of the city. But it definitely beat staying stuck inside with a treadmill and a TV.

Chloe was surely feeling the results of that persistence right about now, focused directly into the one place where she was most sensitive. The howl and the roar of the crowd was only natural to pair with the trembling Ann felt along her extremity and the wild look in the American’s eyes as the pleasure and pain took her apart at the foundations.

The fact that Chloe was frustrated only appeared to be another point of amusement for Annette. She couldn’t ponder calling herself a sadist by any stretch of the imagination. It must have been the contrast; Chloe had gone the extra mile to carry herself with a certain refined and elegant air, and yet in these critical moments with pleasure and bliss and victory all swirling together into an almost feral concoction in her most vulnerable area, her appearance couldn’t be further removed from her actions. All she wanted, all she yearned for was release. She didn’t have to say a word. Annette knew what she desired from the moment she looked at her.

She would give it to her over and over again.

Ann twisted her body to one side and raised her leg to let fly three rapid kicks down Chloe’s body; one to the face that would slap her across the cheek, another to her exposed stomach, and one more quick tap to the spot between her legs for good measure. She painted a straight line down Chloe's body and hoped it would respond accordingly, leaving her exposed for more of the Norwegian's less-than-delightful offense.