Corset Vs. Sally Brown: Apartment Hentai Match

Match Type: Hentai Strap on
Winning Conditions: Best 2/3 orgasms
Special Conditions: Apartment match.

Corset opened the door to the room where the match was scheduled. Unlike most matches, this one wasn't being filmed in front of a live arena audience. This one was set up backstage. The Friction Facility had every available resource and there were a few rooms that were designed almost like Hollywood studio sets for different sorts of unusual matches that simply could not be done in the ring. One of the more common matches that required a specific room was the apartment match.

Corset walked in and looked around. The room did not look much different at all from any normal apartment living room. There was a couch and a recliner pushed against the wall as well as thick, plush carpeting on the floor. There were no windows but there was also no ceiling and Fresnel lights that hung from the scaffolding illuminated the "apartment" much better than it would normally be.

Corset took a moment to wanted the austere accommodations. The furniture was mostly for show, designed more for aesthetics than function, to give it that apartment feel. There was even a tacky framed art print hanging on one of the walls. However... Corset knew that they could have just as easily made the apartment bare, leaving the two girls to roll around on the plush carpet. The couch and chair was something of a Chekhov's gun, and Corset was certain that the huge, Italian leather sofa was meant to be soiled by the pair of sweaty bodies at some point during the match.

Corset purred as she looked tot he recliner where their weapons were laid before them. Two specially designed strap-ons and a bottle of lube. When she had been told of the match, she eagerly signed up for it. Such a hedonistic engagement was most tantalizing. and she licked the lips she had covered in purple lipstick.

She was dressed in a see-through biklini bottom and purple corset that exposed her huge tits. She also wore her cat ears and tail, forgoing her "ninja sword" at home, in favor of the provided strappies. She'd, of course, strip when her opponent arrived, but why not tantalize whoever she was facing with a modest strip tease before getting down to business. Truly this would be an exciting fight for the epicurean Monegasque.

Sally was nervous.

Although she was a large combatant, and a strong one, too, she hadn't yet gotten used to the sexual matches. Partaking in (and losing) and a few of these battles hadn't done wonders for her confidence. The establishment had been a little tight lipped about who her opponent was going to be, but the way they had nudged each other and winked had implied that whoever she was, it wouldn't be an easy fight.

The tall, curvy woman paused for a moment outside the door, taking a few final moments to compose herself. Despite herself, a light sheen of sweat hung to her tan, smooth skin, betraying her anxiety. The American flag patterned bra and panties clung tightly to her body, feeling more constrictive than normal. She shook her head once, then twice, making her long hair float through the air, then opened the door quickly, before she let her anxiety get to her anymore.

Her opponent was just as tall as Sally, and maybe even a little heavier. That was unusual. She looked very attractive... especially with her lipstick, and the way she bared her body. Sally waved, offering her opponent a confident smile, and stepped on the carpet. She paused, bouncing her foot up and down on it a few times. "Ooh, I like this carpet... they really don't spare any expense, do they?" Sally walked towards the center of the room, stopping by the recliner where the items lay; the reasoning behind the positions of the couch and armchair eluded her. "Howdy! The name's Sally Brown; I hope we have a good match. What do you like to go by?"

Corsets eyes focused on Sally when she entered. She had a smooth look on her face and nodded her head at Sally when she began to rave about the fine carpet. She watched the girl bounce, seeing her ample chest jiggle. Another nice treat. "They certainly don't." Corset purred. "It's why I love it." She said as she pushed her foot into the plush carpet. It was soft indeed. Falling against it would be fun. There's only be a little bit of rugburn. Enough to make the battle thrilling.

When Sally made her greeting, Corset stepped forward and grabbed Sally's hand. She lifted it up and kissed it. "Corset." She said, letting Sally's hand drop. She then walked over to the recliner, making sure Sally got a good look at her plump behind. "Are you ready for the match?" She said. Corset spun around and began to untie the loose corset that provided more window dressing than anything. She let it fall tot he floor while she licked her lips and gyrated sensually for Sally, making sure to maintain eye contact. When the corset was off, she tossed it to the corner and bent down, peeling off the bikini in just as sexual a manner, letting it slide over her before she licked it up playfully at Sally, smirking at the American girl.

Corset then turned and grabbed the purple latex cock that was specially designed for this encounter and slipped it on. "Mmm, perfect fit." She purred and stepped past Sally, letting her get to the recliner so she could get ready.

Sally wiggled her fingers; the sensation of Corset's lips on her hand lingered there, making those anxious butterflies flutter around in her stomach once again. This was a woman who looked like she knew what she was doing; her poise and expression screamed confidence! The feeling of trepidation intensified as Corset sauntered to pick up her weapon for the battle; could she really dominate this woman in battle?

Brown held her hands behind her back as Corset stripped; she didn't want them roaming over her own body. She only maintained eye contact for a moment, before glancing away from her opponent's purple orbs; she couldn't stand to look at them very long. Instead, she just focused on taking one good, deep breath, before glancing back at Corset, still not meeting the other woman's gaze. "Quite the show, darlin'." She said casually, trotting past her now naked opponent to take off her own outfit. She didn't make a spectacle of it as Corset had, instead just taking it off and tossing it away, reaching down to pick up the equally large brown strap-on remaining on the armchair.

"Mine fits well too~" She said with a wink, fastening the toy around her hips; Sally takes a step away from the walls, standing in the middle of the room, her arms at her sides, clenched fists the only indicator of her nerves.

Corset took every advantage to ogle her plump and sexy opponent. This would be quite the tussle and she planned on enjoying it thoroughly. "Not as much of a show as we're about to have, I assure you. Just an appetizer my sexy girl." She added coyly as she watched Sally strip and slip on the brown strappy. When she stepped back to the middle of the apartment, Corset slipped back to the recliner and grabbed the bottle of lube that had also been provided.

She swung her way back to Sally and looked over the girl. "Mmmmmmm." She said. "I'm sure we'll only need this as temporarily." She said as she reached forward and grabbed Sally's cock. "She slid her hands up and down it seductively and then knelt down. "Or..." She said as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against it. She took the length in and pushed hit down her mouth. She bobbed up and down and after a long moment, she pulled away, leaving a thick coating of saliva on the latex dildo. Corset then looked up at Sally and stood up. She held out the bottle. "I won't hold it against you if you use this." She said, smiling at Sally, almost challenging her to mimic her.

Sally's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as her opponent went to down on her dildo; she shuffled, hands held tightly behind her back, nails digging into her hands to keep her mind focused. "I-I'll just use the lube, darlin'." She said, not quite comfortable with going down on Corset's cock like the Italian dominatrix had done on hers. She accepted the bottle from her opponent and squished a generous portion onto her hands, then got down on one knee to slather the dildo in it, making sure it was nice and lubricated. She'd then stand up and take a step back, shaking her head and making her curly hair bounce around. "So, then... you ready to start this thing?"

"mmmhmmmm." Corset purred as Sally got down to do what she needed to do. Even if she hadn't been as audacious as the lavender haired beauty, she was still quite arousing in her own way. Corset approved. After Sally finished lubricating the cock and stepped back, Corset raised one finger and tilted her head. "Just so we're clear." She said in a sultry tone. 'I know this is a competition but let's not have any hard feelings. "I promise that after I win, after I've had my fill."

Corset took a step forward. "After I've wrung two, delicious, orgasms from your wonderful body, that I'll let you do as you like." Corset stretched her arms up above her head, pushing forward so their breasts mushroomed together slightly. "Any position, any hole. You can be adventurous as you like."

Corset winked and took a step back. She wiggled her finger. "ding, ding." She purred and crouched. She shuffled like she was about to circle as if it were a real wrestling match. Corset then popped up straight, her large breasts wobbling in place. She moved in slower and grabbed for Sally's chin, looking to pull her into a deep, probing kiss, rather than all the slamming and hard bodied pseudo wrestling that a lot of these girls did in sensual matches. There's be plenty of time for that. Right now the two needed to get moistened up and get to know each other.

"A-ah appreciate the offer, Miss Corset, but you'll hardly find me the type of gal who'd make great use of that offer!" Sally replied, cheeks starting to burn slightly once again. "Not that I need it, o' course! You're goin' down, missy..." Sally was rather transfixed by the show Corset was putting on; making her breasts mushroom together, the low and sultry voice, everything about her seemed almost perfectly tuned to excite the imagination. It was becoming more and more apparent to Sally that she wasn't dealing with an amateur.

She raised her hands as Corset crouched down, prepared to try and block a punch, but hesitated when Corset broke her pose and instead just walked towards her. She let Corset take her chin, her right arm sliding down to grab Corset's left wrist in a steely grip, her left sneaking behind the sexy Italian to give her plush derriere a firm squeeze. She allowed herself to be drawn into the kiss, breathing shallowly into the lavender-haired beauty's mouth.

Corset's eye twitched as Sally grabbed her wrist firmly. And the way, as well, as her rear was quite greedily groped, made the lavender haired woman think that perhaps Sally's cute bashfulness was merely a ruse. Would she have to get down and dirty with the American? Wouldn't that be lovely.

However, Sally accepted the kiss and Corset plunged her tongue deep into Sally's mouth and greedily muscled around her slick counterpart. "Nnnn.." She moaned and pushed her hips back, encouraging Sally to explore. While her tongue probed, Corset's free hand slid up Sally's body and took firm hold of one of Sally's big breasts, kneading it sensually in her fingers and feeling the flesh roll between her fingers while she stimulated the nipple with her palm.

Despite her forwardness, Sally wasn't anywhere near as adept as Corset at the subtle and careful art of tongue-wrestling; the Italian dominatrix would find the brawny American's tongue a poor opponent for her finesse and skill, easily pushing Brown's tongue around whatever direction she chose. Sally's hips slid forward, their toys smacking together in a parody of a swordfight as the girls moaned and rocked against one another, each one struggling for control. Sally let out a soft, hot moan as Corset grabbed her breast and kneaded her nipple with her palm, a shudder running throughout her frame. She took the hand grabbing Corset's wrist and pulled it to the Italian's belly, sliding her hand off Corset's butt and disengaging from their erotic embrace, panting heavily.