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Darkness wrapped around the stage, the room, the entire studio as the stagnation of night air finally claimed the space that had been once again abandoned until the next time it was needed. So much motion happened here during the day. Camera men moving around, snapping pictures, ordering the movement of the lovely and beautiful models that were told to shift, change, and mimic anything that they can in order to get the picture that the photographer wanted. The energy was high, the agenda was strong, and the sultry desires that passed from one model to the next as they nearly competed with one another to be the center of the next following flash was at an all time peak. Now, however, the air was cooler, it was still, the dust settled and darkness was able to once again claim this space as its own, to have and occupy the empty corners until the loud snap of a switch being turned echoed across the vastness of this room. The deep humming the called out launched a tone that pushed back the shadows while the lights once again burned across floors and walls to illuminate the studio once more. It was only the soft tapping that followed which would add any sound to this building at all. At first only one pair rolling in rhythm with an easy series of clicks in a slow and methodical pace, but soon another set would separate from this one, dividing itself from the taps that proceeded it in a hurried pace at first before slowing down to just barely miss falling into the same rhythm that the first was already in.

"So I guess you bring people here often?" Came the simple question, lined with a bit of a sting in her voice as if suggesting that what they were about to do was simply a common thing for this woman to host.

It wasn't a comment that was missed at all by this tall and luscious blonde, her hand lifting slowly to brush her hair around her shoulder so that she could focus her attention on the woman that had quickly stepped up beside her. "What's wrong? Not getting cold feet already, are you?"

"What? Against you?" The question came out with a thin mimicked vale of shock proving why this read heated woman was a model and not an actress. When her guise clearly failed and the obvious sarcasm sunk in like a fishing weight this woman would quickly finish her jabbing statement, "There's nothing to get cold feet over, Amanda."

The blonde woman's smirk showed that she felt much of the same way, unwilling to find any real danger in the lady that she'd challenged out to such a bold and sultry match of display and energy. Without even another word she'd step up onto the stage that they'd spent so much time on before, her feet creating soft taps while she kicked off her shoes and started hooking her delicate digits under the fabric of the t-shirt that she'd come out here with. The slow lift would bring that cloth to bend, sunk, and group against her large bust even as she pulled the shirt away from her body to try and bring it up part such delicious curves. The reveal was that of a black bra, showing itself with just slight touches of lace to cover the edges and face of the garment with the entire purpose of showing itself off to someone who might be looking on. Right now that lucky individual was the red-headed woman that she'd so eagerly challenged not too long ago, demonstrating that she'd easily come prepared for such an erotic competition.

When Amanda noticed that she was still alone on the stage she lifted an oddly welcoming brow over to her opponent, smirking to her and allowing her expression to fade quickly into that of a broad and excited smile, "Don't be shy, Rebecca. Get up here and let's see what you've got to show off."

Becky wasn't one to be outdone, wasn't one to be discarded and so despite the obvious goading from her fellow model she'd climb up into the ring easily with a light smirk on her lips. If nothing else she enjoyed the idea of the challenge, the idea that she'd been sought out for the sake of these kinds of activity. It was rare for her to find people willing to participate in such erotic competitions at all, but for once someone had come to her, had challenged her, and so Becky knew that she should put on as much of a show as possible.

Even when she climbed up her hand moved to her hips, her fingers lightly wrapped around the curves of her lovely body, resting on top of the fabric that still wrapped her body. Fingers gripped at the softness of the silk shirt, not needing to unbutton the low hanging top like Amanda had while her arms brought that shirt quickly over her head and down into a lump on the floor below her. It was a quick movement, not as slow and sultry as her friend, but clearly able to display a lovely, deep red, laced bra as her thick and juicy breasts bobbed in place from the pull and release of her top. When she drew her finger down the front of her skirt the audible sound of a zipper being lowered could be heard all throughout this empty place just before falling away from her hips and showing off the matching panties that went along with her bra as a set.

In an easy step Becky climbed up onto the stage to join her co-star, to stand in front of her as they were able to look over one anothers bodies in a hot and lusty grin. They knew that this as going to be fun, that it was going to be a friendly competition, but both of these competitive girls were going to give it their all in order to overpower their eager opponent, to see this rival fall into a hot and sultry display of deep moans as their slits drooled with defeat.

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It was hard to remove the smirk off of her puffy red lips, her blonde locks flowing to the side over her shoulder while she witnessed this woman so boldly standing up to her as they prepared for their little game. It was fun for her, a past time that she liked to partake in when she happened across any certain woman that she fancied enough to offer. Models were competitive enough already without such things, but while this red haired woman started to approach Amanda she knew that it was going to be a completely different kind of competition, something succulent, something sultry, something that could only truly be enjoyed behind closed doors and in dark rooms. Even with their barely clothed bodies were just inches from touching one another both sets of thick and juicy tits bounced in place against their breathing. Thick thighs, built from a combination of standing for hours and wearing a multitude of heals, perfectly set under their solid, but curvy butts while they expertly balanced in their footwear that neither had bothered to remove, but both knew would help allow their rumps to pop in just the right way from the forced stance.

It was with a blur of blond locks that Amanda would take that next step closer towards Becky's sultry body. They were too close for her to dodge, too close for her to block, and in and instant those arms lifted to wrap around the red-head's lovely figure, locking her arms down in place against her sides. The tight grip around her limbs pushed them easily against her thick bust, pushing them together and lifting them perfectly for the pressure of Amanda's own large and juicy tits to crush against them. Immediately their breasts smashed down, puffing up on top, on bottom, and to the sides as they stretched against the material of their elegant bras. Flesh swelled out of any corner it could, trying to escape these fabric trappings while Amanda's arms grew tighter around Becky's already straining and grunting body. The red-head tried to turn left, tried right, tried to sway herself slowly, all to find that this hold was solid around her and that with her arms crushed to her sides there was nothing she could do in order to fight back.

It was only when this blonde's shoulders started to roll that Becky realized just how dangerous her situation was. Amanda's breasts rolled up and down, left and right, squeezing their tits completely together with a surge of heated pleasure that this red-haired model couldn't even begin to ignore. Even her breath was strained as she tried to speak out, tried to make some taunt to show that she was still in this fight only to listen to her own voice squeak from her body in the tones of a long and sultry moan which betrayed just how sensual her situation was to her.

"What's that?" Amanda spoke up, that smirk seeming to always exist on her lips, "You're really enjoying this punishment that much? Who knew that you were such a dirty slut?"

Becky couldn't move, couldn't fight this woman off chest to chest with her arms down. Her squirming didn't help at all, any motion that she added to this grind only forced longer and harder rubs from those large titties against her own and left her leaning her head back in a deep groan that she managed to swallow back before it ever found the light of day. She was helpless like this, right at the very start of the fight, but as her straining against that tight grip faded the twisting of her wrists, the motion of her hands showed her that she might have other options to help get out of this.

With a fast slap of her palms against each perky ass cheek the red-head's fingers sunk in that that very subtle curve, her digits gripped tight which only caused Amanda's eyes to widen in surprise as she felt that course of pleasure erupt up the length of her spine. The sudden opening hold that she'd jumped into at the start of the fight had been a complete success, but as this motion proved it clearly didn't win her the fight. What became even more surprising was when this blonde model felt herself lifted. Her balls left the stage quickly, her body sliding across Becky's already well abused breasts while those large tits peeled away from her own giving this model a moment away from the torturous pleasure that had been forced into her. It was only when the red-headed woman pushed forward, moved to try and carry her blonde opponent that Amanda felt her feet slip out from under her. The lifting had made cause her heels to rise leaving them useless to her as she leaned further and further backwards until finally she was off her feet entirely and her soft, toned butt bounced across the surface of the stage with a soft yet deep thud that echoed across the room.

The blonde could only look up from her back, her eyes staring at the crimson locks that traipsed across her own shoulders and beasts as if trying to paint them in the same red color. Becky's face was just inches from the blonde's while Amanda clung to her figure in a continuing tight hug that had only tightened in the fall as if this thin model would be able to lift her entire weight at all. This downed model felt her breath panting, her mind fogging just slightly as her gaze softened. The tingling sensation that rolled across her nethers made her try and clinch her thighs together only to find the presence of another thigh rolling across the sensual location of her juicy and slathering lower lips.

"Who's the slut now?" Becky said, her voice echoing to Amanda who hadn't even seen her opponent's mouth move thanks to the distraction currently between her legs.

"You're going.. Ugh.. You're going to have to try harder than that..." Amanda was barely able to get the words out, her head leaning back, her eyes fighting to shut, the sensation of her panting breath lifting up as she fought back the desire to just rest there and allow herself to be used by this clever girl that had already gotten her on her back.

No. She couldn't stay here, she couldn't just wait and allow herself to lose a fight like this all because the beautiful red-head above her was so talented with that knee grinding and twisting against her hungry slit. She was being pleasured, but that only meant she needed to pleasure this woman right back to keep their sensual little game going. It was when Amanda realized that her tight hold on this beautiful body, the solid crushing of their big, juicy tits together, simply wasn't working that she'd finally loosen her grip around this woman. Those hands needed to find a new purpose, a new way of handling the very talented Becky and with that woman over her it gave Amanda just enough space to slip her slender arm down between their bodies to cup and rub at this red-head's unguarded slit. Already she could see Becky jerk and grunt, unaware that she would be attacked in such a way, but just as this blonde model started to apply more pressure to her new position those free hands wrapped quickly around Amanda's smooth wrists.

In only a second these women found their hands moved, but despite the struggle, despite the very short fight, it was Amanda that found herself having her hands planted into the stage at either side of her head. The backs of her hands pressed against the carpet covered raised platform while those fingers gripped tightly around her wrists. The blonde would struggle, her body swaying from side to side leaving her lovely breasts to bounce and crash against one another with her voice grunting out deeply into the air between them. The struggles that left her body only forced a deeper and longer grin off of the lips of this opponent over her. The movement of her arms trying to push against Becky would be met easily with the woman's full weight keeping them pinned in place right where she wanted them.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch. I'm going to have fun listening to you cry out for me." Those crimson locks fell down more between them, drooping from Becky's head to lightly tickle more of Amanda's lovely curves. That knee continued to play against her, continued to grind, seemingly never ending as she continued to trap this woman below her.

There was little this blonde could do here, but she had to think fast, had to come up with some kind of plan in order to keep herself from losing this fight. Only a minute ago she had Becky struggling with this, but these tables turned fast and now she was on the verge of being defeated and had little hope to break free. There had to be some way, though, some method or trick that she could pull in order to get out of this. Amanda just had to find it. Of course, she couldn't push up, couldn't lift the weight of this woman over her, but if she couldn't force herself to sit up then she would just have to find another direction to twist and turn her body.

With a loud groan her juicy and leaking cunny strained against that knee, almost kissing it with those puffy and lusty lips while she gasped to the need to fight back against the hold that was keeping her hands down by her head. It was when she slid her wrist slightly to the side that Amanda would finally get an idea on how to come out of this in one piece. Becky was pushing hard against her, but was only doing so straight down. When the blonde moved her wrist it proved that this red-head wasn't keeping herself very steady while applying that pressure. When Amanda moved again her wrist slid much further, pushing straight out to the side and leaving Becky to grunt out loudly in shock and surprise as her figure was forced to the side just enough so that when this blonde lifted her other wrist straight up her opponent no longer had weight pushing down on her wrists. It was this alone that forced Becky to sit up, her figure straddling the beautiful and busty woman laying on the ground only to quickly to rolled to the side. It would be easy for Amanda to fully roll with her, to throw her off and slip right up to pin her down like Becky had been doing moments ago, but would that really win her the fight?

As the red-haired model was sent rolling this sultry blonde would instead grip onto that smooth and toned thigh, holding it quickly against her body so that she could feel the entire top side of that leg against her torso. The thigh against her abs, the knee right between those large sultry breasts, and even that ankle up past the top of her head left Becky trapped, but that trap would grow tighter when Amanda spread her own legs on either side of this woman's mid-section. The tight scissor hold was there to make sure that Becky didn't get away and the hold on her leg made sure that her legs remained spread wide while her hand came down fast and hard against the fabric surface of that lace panty. The harsh slap came in loud, echoing across the building and forcing a loud and lusty cry from this red-headed model who squirmed and struggled to get away. The slaps weren't deterred, though, and grew harder, faster, bursting out from that cloth covered slit like the sound of a machine gun ripping through the walls of this building.

"Uh oh," Amanda grinned, "You're getting pretty wet down here. I didn't know that you loved having your puss smacked."

"F.. Fuck you.." She tried to reply, her body tingling all over and her hips swaying and moving to try and regain any level of composure.

Becky knew that she was stuck, she tried to pull her leg free to no avail, she tried to pull herself away only to be pulled back by that leg. There was nowhere for her to go, nothing that she could do in order to escape, as her pussy was being swatted at over and over again without any mercy in a constant and never-ending fury of swipes that left her leaning her head back in a loud and lusty moan while her blushed cheeks fought off the idea of simply giving in and letting herself be officially fucked by this blonde warrior who clearly had more experience in this than she did. The crimson haired model couldn't get away, couldn't run from this pin, but while Amanda could use this position to finish off this sultry and lusty opponent it was to Becky's surprise when she started to move.

The blonde didn't just want to win this fight, she didn't want to just claim another victory of some hot and sexy woman. This golden haired woman wanted to humiliate her, to embarrass her so that Becky would never be able to question just who the dominant party here is. It was for that reason that she'd pull against that leg, removing the length of it from along her body and quickly bringing herself over that red-head fighter so that when she sat down Becky's head could rest back against the softness of a hot and bothered muff while Amanda hooked her legs quickly over the top of those slender, sultry, and succulent thighs. This proved to fold the crimson-haired model in half, but also opened her far more for this blonde to reach forward to make long circles across that much more exposed pussy. Rebecca could only pant, her head trying to roll back but that heated pussy forcing her to look down across her own body to witness the site of her cunt being played with helplessly as she struggled.

It didn't take long for the red-head to realize that with her legs pinned down up the length of her own body that her arms were pinned under them making these limbs useless to come to her aid while the blonde continued to force pant after long and uncontrollable pant from her lips leading easily into this woman gritting her teeth for any method of trying to contain herself through this humiliating punishment.

"You had so much talk in you at the start of this fight. Are you worn down already?"

"I.. Ugh.. Y.. I'll.. Mmm... I'll get out of this.. eventually." She strained to say, even the idea of talking starting to lose her mind as she struggled against the sensual motions of those fingers finally diving into the dampness of her tight nether lips. "UGH! B.. Bastard.."

Becky struggled, her legs flexing to push against those trapping hers down, her arms trying to push against it, her head attempting to lift free to gain any separation at all, but everything that she did only managed to drive those fingers deeper into her awaiting depths. Her slick and sultry inner walls hugged and squeezed around the digits invading them, but even that tightness couldn't push these fingers from her body and instead only helped them to rake across the soft and pillow-like surface that was inside this sensual body. Even those panting breaths had evolved, her hips trying to sway from side to side to escape only to hear herself go from deep panting moans to long and tired gasps that filled her breath and occasionally cut her off from taking in more. When Becky's eyes rolled into the back of her head she knew that there was no way out, no way to win this fight, and with the last big of struggling leaving her body she'd finally feel that hot raging river be left free from her tight and plugged up pussy lips, the drenching flood of her creamy cunt causing her to shake hard in place as her voice trembled against those fingers that dared to juice her dry.

"That's a good girl, just let it all out." Amanda said down towards the blushing cheeks of the red-head who fought just for the ability to breath again.

There was no response that Becky could give, no words that could form in her mind or flow from her lips as she fought just for the ability to breath. The hook of those fingers inside of her felt like puppet strings as her figure was made to twist or turn jut to follow motion of those digits inside of her. When they were finally removed they showed that they were covered in her inner juice, dripping down the back of her hand before that palm came down to lightly smear Becky's defeat across the side of her face in a playful and sultry display of her loss, but she was free of those fingers finally. Her eyes turned up towards the woman above her, as much of her as she could see while Amanda lifted her legs free finally and gave this red-head the ability to finally unfold her own figure which landed against the stage in a heavy slump as her butt bounced from the wooden surface.

"Have nothing to say now, do you?" The blond smirked easily, loving when she can dominate a hot and sexy woman to show just who the real alpha bitch is in this place, "That's ok, I can think of better uses for your mouth."

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Becky was still recovering, trying to rest enough to be able to breath without heavy gasps, but before she even managed to move her sore and well worn body this red-head could see the sight of a heated and mostly neglected pussy slit lowering itself down to her. Sensual thighs wrapped around either side of her head, keeping her steady, but more importantly lowered that damp and dripping slid down towards Becky's awaiting mouth. Fingers wrapped around those crimson locks, holding them quickly with the heat from this succulent slit just barely felt wafting across the recovering woman's lips and skin. When eyes lifted from the sight of this hungry depth she could see the large curves of those thick and juicy breasts, but beyond that the sight of a grinning face covered in wild blonde tresses looking right back down at her.

"You what my favorite part of beating hot little sluts like you is?" Amanda quickly questioned, not even giving her red-headed opponent time to answer as that hand gripping her hair pulled Becky's face straight up into her slit, pressing lips to lips in a heated and sultry make-out session that this blonde fighter planned to keep going for some time to come, "Feeling your still panting mouths pressed against my ready cunt. Now be a good loser and give it a good licking."

Becky didn't know if she liked the treatment, but had to admit that if things were turned around and she'd somehow won their little match then she'd be doing the exact same thing. It was for that reason that she'd lean her head up just that little bit more and drive a deep lick into that hungry and awaiting slit. Amanda could only hear her own breath grow heavy, her eyes closing as she leaned her head back. Those fingers continued to lock around Becky's hair, butt tightened out of pure instinct when she felt that tongue finally worm it's way into the depths of her squishy tunnel.

The feeling of that mouth muscle within her was far better than even she'd imagined it would be, but now that she had it inside of her body there was no way she was letting it out again until she was done with it. Amanda rolled her hips, slowly slide it from front to back, from side to side, and with beautiful, healthy butt moving it would draw that tongue to it's very tip before returning it to it's rightful place deep in her hungry and squeezing pussy. Every inch that her cunt tried to crush this mouth muscle it would push back against those walls, keeping them at bay as it flicked, twisted, and turned within her while Rebecca pressed her nose against the already juice covered clit adding to the intense stimulation that this woman clearly wanted from her. What rolled from the red-head's mouth, up along her tongue, and further filled that very juicy slit was nothing more than the heavy panting breaths that still remained after her sensual and well deserved defeat. The warmth of that breath, the way it brushed across her lower lips, the way that it pushed against her walls that seemed resilient enough to keep crushing down towards her face.

It was when Becky felt the first quiver at the tip of her tongue, the first shake of that pussy to display it's pleasure to her that she knew progress was being made. The hot panting picked up more, but it wasn't just her own voice that she listened to. Her own panting was joined by the soft moaning and deep breathing that rolled from the lips of this blonde woman above her. It was a gentle tone, a generous tone, one that drew a smile across the red-head's very busy mouth and simply encouraged her to grind her nose even further against that tiny nub. It was only when Becky's tongue removed itself from that heated tunnel that she'd be able to wrap her lips around Amanda's drooling clit, the deep suckles showing to have even more effect on that lower area as those blonde locks faded away with this top woman leaning her head back. Even her head couldn't be seen around the curve of her large and well rounded breasts.

The quivering that had started deep within her damp cunny walls had spread quickly through her hips, her lower body shaking with pleasure and lust while her teeth ground hard in place. It was when Rebecca heard those lifting calls of hot sultry voice that the red-head knew that she finally had this woman. Her lips moved quickly back where they started, pressing to the entrance of that tunnel so that with a loud cry from the woman above her and the vibrating sensation of those thighs on either side of her head, she could at last taste the flavor of this woman's delightful fem-seed. It was much to Becky's surprise that it was sweet, like whip topping being squeezed at full force from a containing to squirt straight into the back of her throat in order to quickly be swallowed down in loud and lusty gulps. Every tone of her neck opening and closing to take in another wave would echo from this place, but even that only seemed to guide Amanda into her next hard climax. It was only when this blonde placed her hand on Rebecca's forehead to make her stop that her loins would finally begin to calm themselves, finally begin to settle as she lifted herself just enough above this woman's face that she could easily see the remains of her leaking cum drizzling down the side of this red-head's clearly blushing cheeks.

"I guess we both go to have some fun here," Becky said with an easy smirk, her fingers lifting to slowly clean up her face between moving that cum covered hand to her lips so that she could continue to drink down the sweet flavor that was so willingly provided.

The blonde smirked easily to this comment, giggling softly as she moved herself down between her opponent's legs to have a chance at sitting there and resting her body for a moment, "It's kind of cute that you actually think we're done here."

"You got your win and your victory lap. What more do you really want?" The red-head even had to admit that she was a little bitter about having lost the way that she did, but the idea that she was going to be put through even more of this after her defeat seemed almost unfair.

It was that continued laughter that really caught Becky's attention, the way that this knowing and succulent smirk seemed to remain planted across Amanda's lips while her hand quickly gripped at the crimson haired model's ankle that was resting right beside her. In an instant the blonde would scoop her leg under this woman, getting one on top of those sensual hips while the other hooked around Becky's lower back in order to pull her in closer. At first this model had no idea what her winner was doing, but the second that their lips touched her eyes would open and that understanding smile would show on her own mouth as well. It had become clear now that Amanda wasn't seeking some level of humiliation, she'd already gotten that, but instead the blonde wanted to share her victory, wanted to help take this moment of nudity and hot sexual need to give them both a delightful lasting impression of one another.

It was when Becky started moving her hips that Amanda knew her final proposition had been accepted. The slow grind that they shared met with the smearing of their already spilt sensual fluids being rubbed across the surface of those needy and well battled lower lips while hot moans lifted from the depths of over used voices. Even with their legs crossed and tangled all they could do was trace the length of their spent fluid across the surface of the other's hot mound, the feeling of it leaving both moaning out while lightning bolts of lusty pleasure coursed through them like an exposed wire.

"So.. are you..mmm...enjoying your victory yet?" The red-head asked in between long and heavy grunts that continued to escape her throat.

"Oh yeah.... like you wouldn't believe." Her rival would reply.

Already they could feel the build within their depths, an all too familiar sensation that they'd both felt in the course of this meeting. The challenge had worked well, but now all that they did was for the sake of pleasure as they groaned out heatedly up towards the ceiling above them. Every moment of movement their tactics changed, at first it was an easy up and down, but that quickly evolved into a twisting motion which lead to long and sultry circles that lifted their hips off of the ground entirely. Before long these motions would grow into repetition in no particular order, sometimes they would lift, sometimes they would twist, sometimes they would roll, and other times they would push down to grind even tighter, no matter which way they moved the feeling never got old, never got stagnant and both would moan out even louder as they felt their internal dams starting to weaken. The levies that would crack under the pressure were having a harder and harder time holding back the fluid that was approaching until finally when a flood gate opened it did so with a heavy crash of their combined cream coupled only with the sound of their calling voices echoing across the corners of this room. Mouths hung open, their song worthy tones reaching out into the shadows and darkness around them even as their juicy cum slathered once more across the surface of their awaiting pussies.

With a heavy panting series of breaths they'd finally be allowed to slow themselves, finally permit their hips to rest down against the stage surface so that their eyes could focus in on the other with a worn down smirk that slowly evolved into that of a light giggle. It was a sluggish movement that finally allowed them to be pulled apart, their legs unhooking, their pussies separating with strings of still steaming cream connecting them until stretched to their limit. Neither of these women were able to stand yet, but just the knowledge that this match was finally over gave both the reassurance that they needed to share an easy and willing smile between them.

"Not bad..." Amanda chimed in, licking her lips to try and wet them after her heavy breathing dried them out.

"Mmmm, don't think you're off the hook." The reply came in under a soft tone, "I'll get you next time."

It was a response that forced the blonde to laugh gently. It wasn't every day that she managed to find someone so willing to face her again after such a single sided defeat.

With a smirk across her lips the blonde would sit up more, "Well... My room will be a bit lonely tonight. Maybe we could have another match there."