Tales of the Sex-League: Jessica Sharpe vs. Kate Reigns(I would like to thank ‘Sexfighter

Tales of the Sex-League: Jessica Sharpe vs. Kate Reigns(I would like to thank ‘Sexfighters’ for sending me this image and giving me the idea for this story. It was a pleasure writing it. - Thank you. )Jessica Sharpe walked out of the operating room utterly exhausted. It had been one hell-fuck of a surgery with complications that had stretched the anticipated four-hour procedure into a mind-numbing eight. The chief of surgery had asked repeatedly if she wanted to be relieved after the sixth hour, but this was her case and her patient, and she was determined to see it through to the bitter end. She had exited the operating room to the sound of cheerful but tired applause from her staff. The patient would make it, his heart able to continue beating for a few decades more perhaps, if he lost some hundred pounds and laid off the tater-tots and pork rinds that brought him here in the first place.Jessica peeled the surgical gloves from her arms, wincing slightly at the pain and tossed it into the medical waste bin. She then practically dived under the faucet, letting the freezing-cold water shock her back to a reality that did not include blood and sponges and insanely blocked arteries. Luckily, Jim was there to stop her from falling in and drowning as she felt the drowsiness start to return. With the hands of a skilled surgeon he slid her into a nearby chair and, like the angel he was, propped her tired feet up on his lap for a gentle but oh-so-very deadly massage. “Ooooohhhfuuuccckkk….”, she moaned, leaning her blonde head back against the medical cabinet, “that’s not fair and you know it. Damned hands of yours.”Jim smiled that cute, slightly bent smile of his. A smile born of his perfect Aryan genes and a stray bit of shrapnel slicing across his face in Iraq when he served in an army medical unit. The bastard could have been a lady-killer if he wanted to; if his strict Texas upbringing hadn’t made him so darned noble. She moaned again, deeper, longer, as his fingers began kneading just under her toes. Jessica always wondered what those magic hands of his would feel like in places other than her throbbing feet but that might lead to other things with Jim. Things she did not have time for. Things that would interfere with her well-planned schedule. Maybe after she had become head of surgery as her life-plan demanded she would hold up her schedule just long enough to risk what those hands of his might do to her. But not now and definitely not tonight. “A few of us are going to meet for breakfast tomorrow,” he offered, “Maybe go by the botanical gardens. They have that Japanese flower show going. I know you happen to love those. What do you say? Blueberry waffles soaked with maple syrup and then a walk through the orient?”Jessica moaned inwardly. Yes, she absolutely adored those flowers. The bright colors, the scents, breathing in that sweet wonderful fragrance surrounded by so much life. Yes, and the unholy bastard knew it. Part… most of… Hell, all of her wanted desperately to go. Knowing full well that that “few” other people would somehow never show up. That she would end up taking a long walk through heaven with a Texas-raised gentleman with the smile of an angel and the touch of the devil himself. But not this weekend. “Don’t get me wrong, Jim. I would seriously love to go tomorrow. But…, well, I’ve got this… this thing.” She replied, tying not to let herself sound too pathetic as she melted to pudding under the foot-rub of the gods. “What thing?” Jim asked, confused yet still a bit hopeful of his chances.Jessica struggled to find an answer. She might lie to him but something about that  smile of his, and those big damned brown puppy dog eyes made that more than impossible. Instead she just stuttered on stupidly. “Just… a thing. You know. Just … just a… thing.”…………………………………………………………..Jessica entered the glass room, sliding her hand from that of the night’s referee. She knew the man, although not personally, the same as she knew most people in the League. She let her mind flutter a moment across his Facebook page, his League bio, address, medical records and everything else she had garnered while researching him like a certified stalker. There were times when a genius IQ, an insatiable curiosity, and a photographic memory were a good thing. Although seriously not on first dates. Crash and burn, ladies.She adjusted the long satin robe around her otherwise naked body. The soft satin shimmered a dazzling blue and glided luxuriously across her skin, filling her with a powerful sensuality. As it was meant to do. Shifting into character she smiled widely and waved up at the surrounding crowds of well-dressed, well-mannered sexual perverts that surrounded the large glass room that would soon be her battlefield. The crowd responded well, drawn by her friendliness, drawn by her All-American Southern-girl good looks, and her open smile. Unlike the ‘professionals’ Jessica only competed a few times a year. It wasn’t like the life of a surgeon gives you a lot of free time after all. But in the little time she spent in the ‘box’ she had become somewhat of a fan favorite. Oh, she lost a good deal of her matches that was sure. But always against women with with far superior records and even then, not without one hell-bitch of a fight.Kate Reigns was the meanest bitch in the state. Jessica had personally chosen this particular opponent herself, getting the much higher-ranked sex-fighter to challenge her the old-fashioned way. By getting on her Twitter and pissing the redhead off so badly her ears turned red. Of all things it was the casual mention of her grey roots that did it, sending the woman flying over the edge. Jessica  had meant it as a joke, but hell! she snorked, dost the bitch protest too much? She stretched her arms over her head, then to the sides, stretching out all those lovely muscles. The fight would be a true challenge, nearly suicidal. But it was the type of match she craved. One that would push her to her very limits and beyond. Far fucking beyond. She just hoped she might survive it.The noise of the crowd had suddenly soared, and she knew that Reigns had finally arrived. Jessica took a deep breath before turning to face her. She was prepared, she thought, as prepared as she could ever be. She had spent all day yesterday resting, doing her exercises, going through hours and hours of videos showing every one of her opponent’s fights and interviews; searching for any weakness in her style. There were a few, no doubt, but would they be enough. The bitch was hard as nails and was not above fighting dirty. A dirty, tough bitch who took no prisoners. Just the way Jessica wanted her. Letting go her breath and taking one last moment to compose herself, Jessica smiled wide and turned to face her opponent. ………………………………………………………………………….. For Jessica and Kate, hateful and savage were words that perfectly described what was happening as they battled under the lustful eyes of the roaring crowd. Crashing their burning tits into each other with all the force they could bring, feeling their proud breasts slamming against the equally invincible breasts of their enemy; both women soon realized how equally matched they were as they screamed hot curses into each other’s reddened faces. Each grappled the other, wrapping their arms in a bear’s crushing hug around the other to keep her from escaping; pounding their failing flesh against each other relentlessly.“You think your tits are tough, you damned bitch!?” Kate snarled, getting equally turned on and red with rage at their battle reached a frightening pitch, “I’ll crush you and leave you for dead!”“Against my tits, yours are nothing! You’re gonna beg me for mercy, cunt!” Jessica spat back, nervous yet thrilled by the kind of desperate, will-breaking fight she had only hoped to have tonight. Grabbing each other by the forearms, the redhead and the blonde kept crushing and smashing their breasts together, the small glass cage hey fought in barely being able to contain the brutal electricity that emanated from their bodies. The gaping crowd could only watch in wonder as the women pressed and strained, each trying to force the other to scream in surrender. But both women were equally stubborn and strong and neither was going to admit defeat easily.“You’re enjoying this. Admit it, bitch.” Kate growled. “You’re enjoying having your tits beaten raw by mine!” “You’re the one who are enjoying this, slut!” Jessica bit back, “Just say it and maybe I’ll fuck you to death like the good little whore you are!” Pushing forward ever harder, Jessica felt the youthful firmness of her breasts  put to the ultimate test. They were doing just what they were meant to do, what they could do better than any other set of beasts in the fucking world; crushing and smashing the breasts and pride of her rival. But she knew this fight was going to be one of her worst and most demanding. Her inner thigh and kidney still screamed from the illegal kicks and jabs of her opponent. Kate had been called on it twice and one more red card and the fight would be forfeit. But the redhead knew what she was doing. Even with a two-count against her, her opponent was weakened. The burning pain in her side and thigh only adding to her misery. Making Jessica’s every movement an agony as they twisted and turned through breast crushing assaults. “I’m gonna flatten your tits forever, you fucking bitch,” Jessica grunted out, a searing anguish momentarily tearing through every inch of her body.The redhead growled, trying to crush her opponent in her arms with every last bit of her fading strength. Her own will and fierce pride running on the same roller coaster as her blonde rival. There were moments when she felt confident that her breasts had proved too much for Jessica to handle, but mere moments later, Kate found herself red-faced and tearing with pain as Jessica drove her firm tits hard into her own. She’d never come across anyone like this opponent before. Kate struggled to put aside those creeping fears; reminding herself feverishly that she and her tits surpassed any woman’s, this blonde slut included. Determined to take the bull by the horns, Kate decided to raise the tone of their conflict, separating herself a little bit from the other woman to suddenly charge forward with a devastating impact that made both fighters grunt in pain. Spitting out an incoherent insult, Jessica returned the savage blow with her own bruised but firm breasts. The two women trembled, crashing into each other again as the pain that ran through them sent their vision reeling into blackness.Between grunts of exertion and groans of pain, the two fighters smashed the other’s breasts again and again. Little by little, the women began to loosen their grips around the other’s torso, looking for more range of movement for their strikes, their shoulders waving from right to left, from left to right as their breasts collided in an increasingly painful conflict. “You’re gonna regret challenging me, bitch!” Kate cried out, resolved to prove to her rival, to herself, and to everyone watching that her tits could take all the punishment the blonde could dish out in order to win.“Give up, whore!” Jessica snarled back, hammering into her opponent with fierce eyes that looked like they’d never surrender in their mad obsession to dominate. Yet far from allowing their fatigue to claim them, the impacts came faster and faster, harder and harder, without tactics or technique, only perfectly matched frontal lunges, accompanied by grunts and curses rising in their heated intensity. Their labored breathing was broken only by heavy grunts that came quicker and louder after each brutal crash of bruised flesh.At last, both of the women had reached their limits, and not even all the frenzied adrenaline from their sweat-slicked bodies could keep them moving. With two or three last clumsy, slow chest lunges, the women ended up standing pressed up together, their heads resting open-mouthed on the other’s shoulder. Each fighter trying to gain a moment’s rest and find some last dregs of energy for their next deadly assault. The referee kept time of how long they spent this way, holding each other up under the blazing ceiling lights, sweating and panting under the watchful eyes of the assembled crowd, their bruised and sagging breasts throbbing madly from the inhuman beating they had  received. But with every second that passed in that awkward hug, the more hatred they felt as they perceived the insulting firmness that the other’s breasts still possessed. “I’m gonna beat your tits to a sagging pulp, no matter how long it takes,” Kate promised, her swollen lips breathing close along the ear of her rival. “My tits can take anything you dish out, slut.” Jessica replied, her lips against the redhead’s ear, her mouth almost touching her lobe. “Face it, you’re finished.” “Fuck you! One more solid hit and you’re done.” Kate grunted back, only half believing her own words.“Come on then, slut. Prove it. We’ll see who’s the tougher bitch.” Unable to contain their hatred any longer, the fighters slammed back together again, their angrily bruised breasts leading the charge. Their pain-torn chests smacked into each other, unyielding and unforgiving in this one last attempt to achieve total annihilation… but all the women achieved was to scream in unison, the anguish from their burning chests flashing through their minds like a white-hot flash of light. All around them the crowd roared their approval as more than one couple dragged each other off to one of the many private rooms to satisfy their own desperate need to fuck and cum, their voices to be heard over the arena’s speakers to add even more heat to the erotic scene. “Fuck you, you damned fucking bitch!” the women grunted back and forth, “Whore!”, “Slut!”, “Cunt!”, “Filthy skank!”The exchange brought them back into deadly combat. Jessica ground her still impressive breasts hard against Kate’s, challenging the woman again to another punishing tit-fight. The redhead responded by viciously shoving her own breasts forward. Both their fleshy weapons trying to totally destroy the challenging pair; fighting to reduce their rival to final surrender by sheer erosion. But it was no longer an exclusive clash of their proud tits: their sharp nails dug fiercely into the other’s ass-cheeks as their hips and clits ground into each other’s adding a new battlefield to their terrible war.“Is this what you want, bitch?” Jessica sneered, her mouth almost kissing Kate’s lips as she exhaled her hatred. “You want to feel my hot cunt destroying yours?”“You should have been satisfied with just having your tits beaten, slut.” The redhead felt their hot breath mingle erotically in the little space between their gasping mouths. “I’m gonna send you home with busted tits and a broken cunt!”“Bring it on, slut! I’m gonna make you fucking beg!”Their tits crushed together, hardened nipples stabbing into purplish flesh, in a grinding war of attrition. Both women reeling senselessly from the anguish they so cruelly visited upon one another. Below their clits began to bang together, stabbing and slashing in a duel to the death. Pushing aside any doubts, each woman remained supremely confident in the power of their skills and their ability to withstand any amount of punishment the other had to give. Both women felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through them, pushing them into a state of victorious excitement. But, as they kept violently smashing against each other over a span of several long minutes, their confidence started to falter.“Why don’t you just give up?” both complained at the same time, hot tears now running down their faces as the pain and exhaustion grew almost too much for either to handle. Again, both imitated the other with another burst of rage. “Die you fucking whore!” Losing control, the girls released the other ass to start pulling their  rival’s hair while, from the breasts to the thighs, they crashed their hot bodies together in furious frontal lunges. The frenzied anger that each woman felt for the other grew and grew with each punishing blow that they were forced to take from the chest, belly, pelvis and thighs of their opponent, an abuse that ended abruptly with one fatal lunge. Seizing Jessica by both ears, Kate drove her tongue deep into the woman’s open mouth, sealing their lips in a grueling kiss. Taken completely by surprise, Jessica’s eyes flew wide as a rush of endorphins burst into her bloodstream sending her soaring into a new level of sensual ecstasy. Her concentration broken for the slightest of moments she was completely vulnerable to Kate’s brutal pelvic attack. Kate’s thrusting clit drove straight into Jessica’s own swollen nub, sending a sharp spike of agony through her, straight up her spine and into her brain. Her knees, already made of rubber, gave out beneath her and she fell face first into the blessedly soft carpeting even as her opponent used her own momentum to throw her down hard.For too long, far past the referee’s count of ten, all Jessica could do was roll back and forth on the rug, cupping her throbbing clit in her palms as she tried to contain the agony which was tearing her apart. Kate collapsed next to her, her mind lost in a cloud of pure pain and exhaustion not a moment after the ten-count was complete. Both women lay unmoving on the floor, each gasping for breath, each covered in purplish bruises and moaning silently as each of them finally allowed themselves to register the searing agony that they had for so long been fighting to ignore. The crowd outside the box stood up as one, their roar of approval splitting the air. Unable to help themselves, diamond-clad women dropped to their knees to wrap their mouths around their escort’s straining cocks. The men grabbing their lady’s expertly done hair and fucking nearly an hour’s worth of pent up seed into their throats as they continued cheering the fighters now motionless and barely able to breathe in the center of the arena. As Jessica lay there, slowly recovering from her sudden and painful defeat, she could not help but hear the whispered words of her opponent who lay not a few feet from her battling to keep her own quivering body in one piece. “no fucking rematch… no rematch…” she kept repeating in quick shallow breaths. A sure bet that Jessica would demand just that… and very soon.With her last conscious sight, Jessica watched as the door to the glass room opened wide and a man entered. There was a look of such terrible and loving concern on his face as he cradled the redhead in his arms, gathering her up like a fallen child. Jessica could not help but to feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman was carried off so tenderly, so gently. to be taken home. To be nursed and cared for and adored. Incredibly Jessica’s last thoughts before the darkness claimed her were of Jim’s crooked smile. Of his deadly-gentle hands. And of blueberry waffles smothered with maple syrup. And how wonderful it would be to be carried gently home.  -- source link

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