Hawkeye vs Army Best of 5 Match 3: Hardstyle Hentai

Army was hers. She had him, completely and utterly at her mercy, all as a result of her own sensuality. It really was a powerful feeling, having a guy like him, someone who had defeated her twice, down on the mat, helpless against her. No wonder the hentai league was so popular.

She licked his shaft again, leaning in to rub her covered breasts against his stiff rod, teasing him. She was going to make him cum alright, and she knew exactly how. She got onto her knees, sitting upright, looking at Army with a cocky smile on her face. "Got a treat for you Armando... Something I may have...had a dream or two about doing..."

With that, she dashed any lingering restraint or doubt from her mind, before reaching back with both arms, grabbing at and, with some effort, undoing the knot in her bikini top, and letting the sporty top fall away to reveal her proud, firm, bare breasts, blushing at the crowds appropriate applause.

Putting them out of her mind, she leaned down, sliding Army's length in between her orbs, pressing them tight against his cock to start titjobbing him, her soft skin against his warm length as she stroked them up and down...and just for good measure, leaned her head in and took the tip of him into her warm mouth, licking at his head and shaft, sucking hard as she tried to make him pop!

Army breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped sucking his dick - well, maybe ‘relief’ wasn’t quite the word. That would imply he was happy she stopped, and he...wasn’t? He wasn’t sure, honestly. Was there a word that could describe wanting something and not wanting something at the same time? He thought his English was good, but damn, he couldn’t think of it.

But that ‘relief’ was shortlived. He knew he was in trouble the moment she took her top off.

A titjob. Something he’d heard of before, sure, but not something he’d ever had done to him. Not that any of the other women he’d been with were prudes, like they were too good for it or whatever, but they’d just never thought to try it and he’d never thought to ask.

But Hawkeye was doing, and good, was she good. The soft feel, the rhythm, the movements - he was in heaven. Sheer, undiluted bliss. If he hadn’t been on the edge already, he would’ve been now. And since he was on the edge, well…

He came. Army’s back arched, his muscles tensed, his entire body went taut, and he came, shooting straight up and splattering her breasts with each spurt, a white fountain. The electric thrill ran through his body, gave him a moment of pure pleasure, before it washed away and he sank back into the canvas.

Spent. Wasted. Sweaty. Defeated.

Fully committed to her cause and actions, Hawkeye pumped his cock, soft, firm, large breasts squeezing and pressing against his flesh as she used them to stroke his shaft, her tongue running around the head of his member as she sucked him, feeling the hot throbbing of his cock, hearing his moans as he got closer and closer, tasting his pre-cum, her own body feeling hot and heavy against his.

For a while, they stayed lock like this, her pleasuring him, and taking pleasure in it...until finally...he burst.

The rush of cum hit her throat, and after a couple seconds, she pulled her mouth off his unit, wanting the audience to see him pop, his cum flowing out of him and landing on her tits and chest, while she tasted and swallowed his cum.

It was pretty good. Tasted like...victory.

Adding to the feeling was the utter roar of approval from her fan base. Indeed, over the course of her return and this series, her story and efforts in matches had gained her sympathy and a large fan base, and having them cheer her efforts, whistle and catcall at her nude body and sensuality, felt pretty amazing. No wonder so many women flocked to the hentai division.

When Army seemed to come down a bit from his orgasmic high, Riza leaned her head down, trailing her tongue along the length of Army's wet and limping cock, getting another taste of him. "Well Armando... did you enjoy it?" she asked, purring, nuzzling her cheek against his rod and kissing it. Getting an idea, getting a little more into her own lust, she gripped his dick and opening her mouth, she took it in, not just his tip, but more of his limp length, starting to bob her head, sucking him off despite his previous orgasm.

But that was not all, as she grabbed his leg, placing it on her shoulder so she could raise it up, while reaching over and placing a hand on his chest, firmly, applying a cocky and dominant pin over him!

Seeing this, the ref girl dropped to her knees, quickly slapping at the mat.

"ONE!"

Was that the best orgasm Army ever had?

He wasn’t sure, really. It wasn’t like he kept a strict mental record of all the climaxes he had, especially since he’d joined the AFW. He’d had some fairly epic ones, he was confident enough to say that much - he’d been blessed with meeting some awesome women in Japan, and it had led to some unforgettable sexual experiences. With the bar raised so high, he could never truly say…

But this titjob? It was up there, at least. If not the best, a strong contender for the top three spot, no question.

He was spent, in more ways than one, his entire body gone lax. Maybe it was just coming on the heels of such a sexual roller coaster that made it so much more effective, like it had left his body confused. Maybe it was just the scenario itself - there was no denying that he had a thing for strong, dominant women, and there was no question that Hawkeye fit that category, making for an electric combination.

Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, the result was undeniable. He was on his back, spent, as she sucked him clean. He could even feel the beginning of another orgasm starting, as if she could get him going again so soon. Maybe she could? He’d never gotten the engine going this fast before, but tonight was all about surprises, so-

”2…!”

...wait, what?

He couldn’t even remember the referee doing the first count, so out of it that it hadn’t even registered, but he damn sure heard the second. It was loud, it was thunderous, it shocked him awake, and his reflexes kicked in...or started to, anyway. His brain was telling his muscles to move, but everything was working on an extreme delay, still coming down from the incredible high that Hawkeye had dropped him from. Nothing moved like he wanted to, and there wasn’t anything he could do to stop-

”3…!”

-that. Yeah. ”Fucking Christ…” He flopped back down and sighed as the bell rang, signaling his second loss in this series. All things considered, though, it was a good way to go.

Her arm just lazily draped over his chest, his leg on her shoulder, this was possibly the laziest, easiest to break out of pin in the history of Tension, and Hawkeye honestly wouldn't have been surprised if he kicked out of it...but he didn't, staying down the entirety of the three count and giving Riza the hard earned victory, much to the enjoyment of her fans, who roared their approval for the mostly nude woman.

Even when the bell rang, she didn't stop sucking his dick, loving every second of having his warm rod in her mouth, while her music played, and her name announced as the winner, her tongue continuing to lick and clean his limp member of cum, tasting the proof of her victory.

After a bit, she'd pull him out of her mouth, licking her lips before licking slowly at his cock while looking at him. "Did you enjoy it Armando? Please tell me your not empty from that...I'd like more. I've had too many wet dreams about this sort of thing to just let you stop at one..." she said, apparently serious as she slid her lips around his member again, once again starting to bob her head on his cock!

Army had thought, after being thoroughly fucked and milked by Hawkeye’s tits, that it would be over after the bell rang. He relaxed. Eased up. Let his body go slack.

That, as it turned out, was a foolish little assumption that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

”Huh?” His eyes shot open as she continued to go to work, getting him hard again with her mouth in record time, picking up the pace. He opened his mouth to answer her, when the pleasure hit him hard and whatever he wanted to say was completely forgotten, lost in a sea of ecstasy. Muscles tightened, his heart beat quickened, every breath became more shallow…

Yeah. Yeah, she had him, and she knew it.

He began to thrust into her mouth without even thinking, seeking more contact, going wild, determined to get the most from each stroke, helping her hammer him away. Even after just coming, he could feel another wave running through him, and it wasn’t longer before it crashed on the shore - he came, again, sending another spurt right into her, and a quick one after that, as she drained him into a sweating puddle of a man.

Honestly this felt incredible. She had done hentai matches before, even won a couple, but never realized just how GOOD they could make someone feel.

The rush of power, of control, the throbbing of his cock in her throat, the taste of his cum, the scent of his musk, just knowing that she, with her body and her looks, could do this to somebody, in front of all these people.

It felt great. Damn great, and when Army came again, gripping her hair, she took it in, swallowing and gulping it down, keeping her lips sucking on him until he limped out again on her.

This time, when he was done, she stood up onto her feet, wearing only her bikini bottoms, wiping her mouth before planting a bare foot on his chest, the referee girl raising her arm in victory while her fans cheered her on.

"Really hope you enjoyed that Armando. I know I did. I'm almost disappointed you didn't pin me down and fuck me to be honest." She let out a relieved sigh, her hot and tired body feeling relaxed now that the match was over, and, feeling fully confident after her victory and display, she showed the pride in her body by thrusting her breasts out for the audience to see, and looked down at Army, wondering if he could even understand what she was about to say, or if he was too dazed by his repeat orgasm.

"...I like you Armando. I mean, I wanted to prove myself against you, but I really do like you. If you really want to get into my pants, try asking me on a date sometime, you dumb lug."

With that, she blew the defeated and spent Army a kiss before stepping off of him, and starting to walk away, before casually looking back and saying, almost as an afterthought: "Oh...and our next match...will be a Full Metal Assault match. So, get ready for that...see you there." she said, before leaving the ring, slapping various high fives and allowing a few gropes of her hot body as she made her way to the back, knowing a victory shower, and some time with her vibrator, awaited her.

Riza Hawkeye wins via Hentai Pinfall