Post-Match Playbacks: Ramona vs Imogen

Stuff like this is why I've been so slow to post on here lately! 15 pages of story-based sex at a time! Hope you enjoy it, though. A sequel to an older project about right after a sexfight, describing the events while the celebratory sex happens.

“This could be it, fans! Ramona has Imogen on the ropes. The champ has her turned over with her legs open like an all night buffet! Imogen looks ready to break, folks. It’s amazing that she’s even conscious after cumming this much. Ramona goes in for the kill and OH MY GOD! There’s still fight left in the Imogen as the challenger lands a perfect headscissor! Down goes Ramona and there goes Imogen! She’s bending the champ in half with a boston-crab cunnilingus submission! The ref goes to check the hold, but you can see Ramona’s clitoris on full display! She has to break out fast or else… THERE it is! Imogen has flipped her like a pancake and she’s eating her out while smothering the champ under that gorgeous ass! There can’t be anything left in those reserves! Both women are going all out as the ref… yes! There’s the bell! Imogen has smothered the current sexfighting champion out cold! Ladies and gentlemen, the belt has changed hands for the first time in over a year!”

Imogen was exhausted, but the rush was more than enough to keep her standing. After some showboating and accepting the championship belt, she slid out of the ring and dragging Ramona with her. She tossed the American over her shoulder, leaving her tempting ass bouncing right next to Imogen’s cheek as she carried her backstage to many cheers and wolf whistles.

The Brit went back to her dressing room. The top talent always had the finest dressing rooms, and she hadn't climbed back up through the competition by being their worst. The lights came on automatically as she tossed Ramona onto the bed as gently as she could. The unconscious blonde looked as sexy as she had a year ago when she beat Imogen for the championship. To the English redhead, she looked even more gorgeous knowing that she had just beat and fucked her silly in front of an international audience.

It wasn't an easy path to take. Imogen had taken the occasional loss on her way back to the top, and had practiced until her vagina couldn't take any more. It had all paid off after the close victory over her rival, the sweaty and sexy girl laying in her bed. Imogen sat beside her, stroking back the wet hair from her face. She was still passed out, showing a mark or bruise from their struggles here and there but still as sexual a woman as Imogen herself.

Imogen had the traditional period of domination; for the night, she owned Ramona and she was obliged to service her however she wished. She could have woken her with some smelling salts or something more wicked, but she had some respect for the woman. Certainly more respect than she had spite, at least. She took her time appreciating such a body. She ran her hands over her, taking in the subtle and soft curves of her frame. She had been pressed against her for most of the match, but now was different. There was not struggling or dodging, both for their setting and Ramona's unconscious form. Her fingers teased Ramona's nipples like a paintbrush, watching how even in her sleeping state they started to grow erect at the attention.

Imogen laid down and leaned on one elbow, letting her hand stroke over the unaware lover. Her fingers brushed against the American's tight stomach before they disappeared between her legs, stirring slowly inside her womanhood. In whatever dreaming state she was in, Ramona's lips parted and her body shifted slightly in appreciation. She didn’t quite wake up, even when Imogen started to gently finger her and suck on her breast.

After all the noise and fighting, Imogen savored this kind of intimate silence. There was no cheering crowd or muffled threats between them. The competition was over and the winner was clear. There was nothing between them but their shared moans and the soft, slippery sound of her fingering the unaware Ramona.

“Holy shit,” the blonde finally mumbled as she started to wake up. She stirred and put a hand on Imogen's wrist, though it was a curious grip more than resisting. Once her eyes had fluttered open and she looked down at her brunette conqueror, sighing as she relaxed and laid back. "Oh. Guess I lost," she said, only a hint of disappointment in her voice. It was hard to be mad when you woke up to a woman as skilled as Imogen fingering and licking you.

"Good morning, sunshine. And yes, you did." Imogen gave another firm suck on her nipple before lifting her head, stretching Ramona's breast out from her chest before letting it pop from her lips and jiggle back into place. Ramona let out a louder moan now that she was awake before she sighed and laid back, arms behind her head as she let Imogen keep exploring her inviting curves.

"So I'm the prize instead of the winner," Ramona observed with a soft sigh. "Close enough, I suppose. Couldn't have happened to a better woman."

Imogen chuckled, noting how Ramona was being just as good a sport as she was last season when their roles were reversed. “Much appreciated. Not like it wasn’t a close one.”

“They’d better give me a damn raise after that kind of match,” Ramona agreed, rolling her hips appreciatively against Imogen’s fingers. “I really thought you were down after that big one,” she said with a relaxed sigh.

“What can I say?” Imogen said as she shifted to lower on the bed. She rested her forearms on the bedspread, kissing at her moistened pussy. "You're a beautiful woman. Who doesn't like one that can take control now and then?" She locked her mouth around Ramona's womanhood, sucking wetly before grazing it with her teeth as if she were savoring an orange slice. Ramona shuddered and moaned from the attention.

"Can't argue with that," she sighed, running her hands over Imogen's hair in a gentle return of her affection. "And I definitely didn't expect you come back with that pussy lock out of nowhere."

"You mean this one?" Imogen said as she slid her hands under Ramona's hips. She lifted Ramona up by a grip on her buttocks, giving them a light pat before she started to grind against her. She moved herself up and down slowly while also bobbing Ramona's lower body right in front of her.

"Oh god, yes! I do!" Ramona gasped. She came on the spot, a result of the teasing while she'd been unconscious. It was an even stronger echo of the orgasm she had in the ring from the same move. She shivered and bounced in Imogen's grip, but the Brit kept holding her steady. She enjoyed teasing her American opponent, but that was all. They weren't competing anymore, just sharing the moment.

"Nice, but I still think you made a cuter face in the ring." Imogen slowly lowered Ramona back down to the bed, but she moved higher on her former opponent to mount her properly. She'd rested enough that she could lean on her arms comfortably, starting a slow and steady grind body to body with the chesty American. She had her turn, but now she wanted to further her own satisfaction.

Ramona gripped the sheets and steadied her breathing, grateful that Imogen seemed to want to take her time in achieving her next orgasm. "I liked that 69 piledriver you pulled off," Imogen complimented, recalling the move that had left her flat on her back and open for the taking in their match. "Well, like is a strong word, but it was impressive anyway. Did you pick that up from your match with Dominika?"

"Well, learn is a strong word too. But basically." Ramona had a memory very similar to Imogen's concerning the move. The buff and blonde Russian had faced the American in the mid-season and almost knocked her out cold. Being turned upside down, eaten out and then slammed into the mats would certainly do that to you. "The Dom" wasn't the prettiest face in the league, but she was very fit and simply unmatched when it came to raw power. It had been a close one for sure.

"Good thing my bitch is a tough one," Imogen praised. She gave a few playfully firm slaps to the side of Ramona's ass. "It wouldn't have been as fun taking the belt away from Dominika."

Ramona shivered, the brief spanking exciting her as much as it humiliated her. It was more enjoyable now that there was only Imogen to witness it instead of an entire crowd. The Brit loved it herself, lifting up Ramona's thighs and slapping her ass more firmly. It made her bottom jiggle, which in turn made her vibrate against Imogen's pussy. That combined with their steady tribbing finally pushed Imogen over the edge. She shook intensely, since even after their rest she had already cum six times during the match. The chained orgasms kept amplifying the next, and even now they echoed against her latest gushing outburst.

Ramona shuddered herself, enjoying the feel of her former opponent's cum against her pussy. It would have served her better when she was in the ring, but she could still appreciate it in bed. She moaned as she ran her hands along Imogen's hips. "I still think I liked you better as a loser," Ramona purred, her lips forming a smile as they kissed her British conqueror with an equal eagerness.

"I'm not sure I like that kind of talk," Imogen said in a playfully scolding tone. She slid higher up on Ramona's body, her warm and wet snatch dragging smoothly up her abs and chest. "Maybe you should stick to using that mouth for what it's good at." Ramona didn't resist it, and in fact slid down to a more comfortable position while making it easier for Ramona to sit on her face. She still gave some sort of muffled complaint, based on the tone of her indecipherable mumbling. Still, when Imogen gave her hair a tug like a set of reigns, Ramona promptly set herself to eating out her champion.

Imogen twitched sharply at the first few licks to her clit, but Ramona had no more reason to try to hurt or overpower her. The match was over and this was as much a celebration as a punishment. She lapped at the brunette slowly and gently until she found a pace that had her leaning on the headboard for balance but breathing slowly and steadily from her soothing tongue.

"You really do know what you're doing. I guess you wouldn’t have held onto my title this long if you didn’t." Imogen mused her backhanded compliment softly as she spread her legs out, bracing herself while letting Ramona get in a bit deeper and keep her freedom of movement. She started to reminisce about both of their matches throughout the year. Imogen had followed Ramona Rigg’s career with a particular interest ever since their fateful showdown, and she did not disappoint. She always provided plenty of interesting (and absolutely arousing) matches throughout the last year.

“I bet you still remember when Chunhua was riding you just like this,” Imogen purred as she recalled the match herself. The Chinese beauty had played up her pinning facesit for the crowd, caressing her own body in between spanking and groping her opponent. Ramona released a long moan beneath her, vibrating her mouth against Imogen’s pussy. She remembered it well, and the lightly perfumed smell of the Asian’s snatch had lingered on her nose for what felt like days. “Oh, my mistake,” Imogen said with a grin. “It was more like this.”

The British brunette reached behind her hips and pinched both of Ramona’s nipples, tugging firmly upward before letting them drop back into place and repeating the process. Ramona let out a sudden squeal, writhing on the bed beneath the champ. “Yes! You made that exact noise too! How sweet of you to remember!” Imogen laughed playfully. She gave a few light slaps on the blonde’s breasts like she was her personal pair of bongos, loving how much they bounced and jiggled against her fingers. Ramona didn’t seem to entirely dislike the treatment, since she kept on eating Imogen with only increasing intensity. The degrading treatment by such a powerful and skilled opponent did excite her, and reminding her of the other matches that had tested her talents and libido alike were adding to her arousal.

Ramona wrapped her lips around Imogen’s clitoris and started to suckle on the tender bud. Imogen arched her back and leaned harder into the headboard, bracing herself with both hands. “Yes! God yes! Suck that clitty, my pretty little loser! Make it squirt just like Mona and Claire and every other strong woman you turned into your bitch in the ring!” The British sexfighter’s spike in the volume and profanity of her talk told Ramona she was close, as if the hard clit between her lips wasn’t a clear enough sign. Having felt it work firsthand in the later half of their match, Ramona lightly grazed her teeth against the firm edges of Imogen’s clitoris. While she never bit down, it was enough to further entice it with the firm pressure and dull, harmless scraping. Imogen went flying over the edge as she grit her teeth, letting out a long, deep grunt of delight as she came on Ramona’s face. Her groan came out like she was releasing steam to vent her sexual pressure, coating the blonde’s face with her juices. Ramona might have felt more degraded or insulted, but she’d always thought that Imogen had some of the sweetest-tasting cum in the league.

“Shit, that was a big one,” Ramona sighed noisily. She slid off of Ramona’s face, but the blonde seemed more concerned with licking her sweet reward from her lips than taking a fresh breath of air. “I need a breather after that one. Shame that all that talent for eating out didn’t let you save your title.”

“You’re just going to keep rubbing that in my face all night, aren’t you?” Ramona chuckled as she wiped off another bit of cum and sucked on her fingers.

“I’m going to be rubbing a lot more than THAT in your face tonight,” Imogen laughed merrily as she slid off of her friendly rival. “But I mean it. I could use a little snack after all of that.” She rubbed a hand over Ramona’s thigh, quickly getting her point across. The American got the message and spread her legs a bit wider. She was already plenty wet after all of Imogen’s dirty talk while she rode her and played with her tits. She started to rise, expecting to sit on Imogen’s face to let her return the favor, but Imogen put a hand on her breast and pushed her back down to the bed.

“Ah ah,” she tutted with an impish wag of her finger. “On your back. You are SO on bottom for tonight.”

Ramona sighed, but laid back with a smile. “Like you haven’t spent your time on bottom this season,” she replied. Imogen smiled as she laid on her belly, lifting Ramona’s hips as she set her face between the blonde’s legs. She saw where the American was going, and decided to busy her mouth while she let the fallen champ go on. For all her ups and downs, she’d had been a fairly intense season of her own. Ramona gave a brief but deep gasp as Imogen started savoring her new plaything before Ramona ran a hand through her hair.

“I seem to recall Miss Olivier beat you early into the season. You’re lucky that wasn’t a title match, because that Frenchie played you like a fiddle in that fight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose that bad. Not even against me… but I guess being a former dominatrix from Paris can help give you the edge you in this league.”

Ramona's voice quivered here and there as she spoke, telling Imogen that she was putting her pro-level oral skills to good use. Imogen lifted her face from Ramona's snatch, but only by leaving a long, hungry lick from bottom to top. The blonde shivered as Imogen smacked her lips to drink up her lover's flavor.

"The girl knew how to spank," the Brit admitted. "It felt wrong not to enjoy it and let her show her stuff."

Ramona laughed at her loving rival's playful denial. "And she certainly made you show YOUR stuff. You squirted it all over the ring by the time she was done with you. People were already talking about if Claire was going to be our new champ after that."

"I paid her back," Imogen said calmly before dipping back down between Ramona's thighs. She moaned at the memory almost as much as the flavorful return of the brunette's embrace with her loins.

"Did you ever! I remember the look on her face when you got your fingers in her. You got her going in record time and barely flinched when she went after your pussy. I liked your little finishing touch on that one..." Ramona shifted her legs to rub her feet against Imogen's sides. "That was the perfect way to pay back the dom; some spanking of her own while she squirted herself unconscious."

Imogen gave a low moan that vibrated her tongue right against the blonde's clit. Ramona gasped and gripped the sheets as she tossed her head back, but bit her lip as Imogen retracted her tongue enough to rob her of complete release. Her hips shuddered briefly as a small orgasm went tingling through her body. Imogen was clearly familiar with Ramona's body after their lengthy battle, and she was enjoying taking her time now that the match was over with. She smiled so that her lips brushed along Ramona's pussy, her eyes imploring the American to go on.

"Then the battle royale," Ramona moaned more enthusiastically. "That was a hell of a match. I guess you can't get ten of the sexiest women alive in a ring and not expect that, huh?" The blonde shuddered as Imogen gave a low murr of agreement that vibrated inside her pussy.

"It really was wild," Ramona mused as she laid back against the pillows. Her eyes still opened periodically to watch Imogen's calm and steady work, but the smell of sex and the ache in her muscles was bringing back memories of that crowded match. "You could hardly take a step in that ring without someone new groping you." Imogen took a deep breath as her eyes fluttered and closed. By the way she started to take deeping, more passionate licks, she remembered it as well and appreciated the reminder.

"You were a prime target... I saw three girls going at you at once near the beginning. Not that I could watch you for long before Donna got me from behind. She had the perfect angle for her to find my clitty right away... mmmm, just like you right now! Still, I felt sorry for you... Aadhya and Kathy had you stuck between their mouths, and the way I hear it, nobody eats ass quite like Aadhya." Rhonda was glad to have left her eyes open at the moment. She saw her conquering champ's hips bump up and down, overwhelmingly excited by the memory of the group of wrestling molesting her in every way they could in one dirty dogpile.

"Probably the only way I came out on top of the pile in that one," Riggs sighed as she bit her lip. All of Imogen's slowly growing passions were starting to really fire her up now. "While you were getting yourself licked silly, I was cleaning up the scrubs. I tell you, you don't know sexual power until you end up two fists deep in a pair of moaning sexfighters. We got to tangle a little in that one, but it's too bad you tapped for Kimiko before we could finish it. I would've liked to beat you in the big... umf... finish... AHH!"

Ramona gave a short shout as Imogen locked her lips around Ramona's clit and suckled on the tip. It forced the blonde to shake violently and squirt for the champ once again, her hands behind backward to steady herself on the headboard. She tried to cross her legs, making them squeeze around Imogen's face in her surge of euphoria before finally letting her breathe properly.

The brunette rose and licked her lips, cleaning them of her plaything's cum. "If you thought that was a disappointment, what about your sister?" she prodded, smiling knowingly. Ramona groaned as she slid her hands around Imogen's waist and pulled her closer. The champ seemed to allow it as she lifted one of Ramona's legs, sliding hers beneath it so that their pussies aligned.

"Talk about an upset." Ramona's younger sister Rhonda had joined the league two years ago and made a big splash (sometimes literally) as a rookie. The three of them ended up being booked for a triple threat match (something they just called a threesome in the sexfight league), pitting Ramona against her sister and her rival all in one bout. Neither of the veteran, fan favorites sexfighters had expected the rookie to take them both down.

"We were sloppy. We can't underestimate her just because she's the new girl," Imogen mused as she started to trib against her most recent opponent. Ramona moaned, still riding high off of her last orgasm when she started to grind into this one as well.

"I have no idea where she learned that kind of tongue-work," Ramona admitted before she groaned deeply. She was starting to find a rhythm to match Imogen's, at least when her hips didn't freeze up or grind too fast in the afterglow of her latest outburst.

"You were the one getting most of her tongue," Imogen purred, clearly excited by the tribbing and reminiscing herself. "I was the one getting worked over by her fingers. They were so quick... I kept losing count of how many she had inside me."

"Yea... it's good to see she's got a signature finisher going too..."

"When she nipple fucks you?"

"Fucking right?!" Ramona gasped, right as Imogen's clit pushed into hers and sent shocking pleasure through both of the fighters. "Fuck, that feeling when she gets your clit right between her nipples and just starts shaking..."

“Got me with the same,” Imogen breathed softly as she locked lips with her rival. Ramona moaned as she ate her out, their tongues both flavored with each other’s cum. They rubbed together to mix their juices together in both their mouths and pussies as they held each other close. “Of course you were barely even conscious by then… I was left on the ropes when she got me… mmf... good.”

“Then both of us,” Ramona panted as she was finally overwhelmed. Rhonda had ended up dragging two of the top contenders into the middle of the ring, pressing them ass to ass and winding their legs together before eating them both out at once. They ended up tapping out together as the last of their stamina broke with their final orgasms. While they’d climbed back up the ranks, it was a mutual loss for them to be humiliated by the younger upstart. Ramona saw the same humble arousal in her champion’s eyes, triggering them to share the moment all over again through a simultaneous orgasm. They shook rapidly against each other, breasts squashing and bouncing into each other as they finally muffled their lusty shouts with a deep kiss.

When they had finally cooled down, Imogen mumbled "Yea... it was a good match." She snuck another kiss to Ramona, letting her float in her post-coital bliss for a moment before she pulled on the blonde's hair. "But I've had better. Why don't you get to worshipping your champion to make up for that flimsy orgasm?"

It took Ramona a moment to catch up to the fact that she was talking about the present again. That moment was apparently too long a wait for Imogen when it came to her conquered pets. She used her handful of Ramona’s hair to shove the blonde's face into her waiting breasts. "I said start worshipping, loser. No wonder you lost when you’re just giving me orgasms as weak as those."

While Ramona grumbled over her playful teasing, she instinctively complied with her silent demand as soon as her lips met flesh. Imogen moaned and thrust out her chest, but braced herself to take whatever affections and praises Ramona could offer. "You're so hot," the American praised breathlessly. She had a good idea of the kind of talk Imogen would be demanding of her. "You drive my pussy wild, champ. You owned my pussy in that ring today. You fucked me so hard I can’t wait to get back into that ring and let you do it again." She had run her hands down Imogen’s sides, caressing her stomach and hips while her arms kissed over the brunette’s arms and up towards her shoulders.

“Is that some sarcasm I detect there?” Imogen said with a grin. She flexed one of her arms, cuing Ramona to kiss over the peak of her bicep. The other reached around and slapped the American on the ass. “Come on. Get some tongue in there, you lazy little ingrate. I didn’t make you my slut in front of thousands of people just for you to half-ass it in the bedroom. What kind of a trophy are you?”

“Yes, mistress.” Ramona smirked impishly to take some of the wind out of her praise, but rolled her tongue over the sweat-flavored arm of her rival lover. Imogen gave a soft, satisfied hum of pleasure as she arched her body to let Ramona slowly suck and kiss her every curve. They met mouth to mouth again when Imogen's fingers gently guided Ramona higher, kissing and relishing the taste of each other's cum and saliva. They lingered there a while, exciting one another while letting their womanhoods start to dampen with jealousy.

"How about taking another crack at it?" Imogen purred, urging Ramona's face from hers with a light but steady pressure. "Like you mean it this time."

"How generous of you to give me a second chance, my queen," Ramona said as she leaned into the role.

"Well I'd expect a former champion to be able to give me at least one good orgasm," Imogen teased. Ramona kissed whatever was in front of her all the way down, going from neck to breast to belly and then finally feasting on her pussy again. Imogen kept burying her fingers into the blonde hair that masked her oral attention, but she could certainly feel the results. She grunted and groaned as Ramona noisily licked her pussy, drinking up the abundant cum and other juices she'd left waiting for her pet.

While Ramona obeyed her orders dutifully, Imogen still enjoyed lording her newfound status over the American. She kept pulling on her hair or slapping her ass to direct her around the intimate details of her insides. “You should learn how to navigate a superior British twat. You’ll be servicing it for a long time, after all!” Imogen gloated, only getting mumbles and moans from her trapped lover. Ramona certainly wouldn’t have been running away, but Imogen liked to abuse her power while she had it over the closely-matched blonde. For all her trash talk, the blonde kept ravenously devouring her slit with deep, almost canine licks in her throes of sloppy passion.

Before long, Ramona could feel Imogen’s pulse through her bulging clit. She started to redouble her efforts, looking to give the Brit a big finish when the moaning Imogen (one hand playing with her breast) pulled her away. Ramona gasped and sucked in fresh air, surprised at her suddenly parted ways with the wetly embracing pussy. She felt (and looked, in terms of how wet her face was) like a docked fish when Imogen moved her hand down to start to stroke her own labia. She bared her teeth as she spread her pussy lips, baring her clitoris for Ramona as if it were a menacing weapon.

“I thought I showed you in our match… this is how you please a champ!” She held her lips apart while rapidly fingering her clit. Imogen naturally knew her own sweet spots. Any decent sexfiighter who had gone through as many orgasms as she had knew what to protect and how to get themselves off. She made sure to press every one of her buttons as hard as she could, finally shouting like a battle cry as she squirted over Ramona’s face. Her mouth still hung open in awe and lust, leaving it wide open to catch all the cum she could.

Imogen shuddered as she finished up her orgasm while appreciating the wet and lusty expression on Ramona's face. "You really do make a very sexy loser," the British brunette moaned, rewarding Ramona with a light pat her her cheek. Imogen flopped wearily to her knees, taking deep and shaky breaths to recover from their cooperative orgasm. "But now that I've given you a peek, I think it's fair you do the same. Don't you?"

"Absolutely, mistress," Ramona agreed with a little extra mock-enthusiasm for good measure. Imogen helped her up, though she was quick to correct her posture. Rather than sitting or standing, she had Ramona brace herself on all fours, leaving her breasts to hand between her arms and her ass to stick straight out. The position left the American feeling like something between a showpony and a purebred at a dog show.

Imogen took her time drinking in Ramona's figure. She let her hands roam over her skin, cupping her hips and breasts as her leisure. For all her teasing, she had a lot of respect and attraction towards Ramona. It was the American's skill that made defeating her feel like such an accomplishment and acted as such an ego boost. To have the champion from just a few hours ago bent over and at her mercy was an experience Imogen would treasure and remember for years to come.

She started at the front, brushing back Ramona's hair like sweaty gold. Imogen cupped her chin to admire her lovely face, running a thumb over the American beauty's full lips. She planted a light kiss on her cheek, though even that was enough to get a small shudder from Ramona. The blonde still stayed dutifully still, keeping herself on display for the admiring victor. She returned the same respect, honoring her loss from one champion the next.

Imogen made her way down and under the blonde's body, cupping and kneading her breasts. The busty blonde bit her lip as she took her time feeling her up, quietly testing the give and elasticity of her juicy tits. Ramona's pussy twitched at the demeaning treatment, Imogen's groping hands even bouncing her breasts into each other with fleshy slaps. It made the bested blonde feel like a dairy cow, especially when Imogen pinched and pulled down on her nipples. It made Ramona let out a long hissing breath, but she refused to complain as she endured the exploring touch. Imogen remembered being trapped under the American’s rack more than a few times over the last season’s matches, and such occasions were never an entirely unpleasant experience.

Imogen crawled on all fours as she circled Ramona like a lioness. It gave the blonde ample time to eye up the Brit's ample behind as she moved into position. Imogen lightly squeezed the submitting blonde's ass with both hands, kneading the curvy softness like a child with a squishy new toy.

"Well you've got your sister beat in the ass department, if you ask me," Imogen praised her. "Nicely toned and sculpted. Tempting without looking too slutty or trashy. Perfect curves that just beg to be touched."

"You sound like you're talking about art instead of my ass," Ramona muttered back at her admirer.

"With the right ass, they're both the same if you ask me." Imogen gave a firm slap to one of Ramona's cheeks, getting the blonde to bite her lip to contain a startled noise. "It's alright. I'll make it all better," Imogen chuckled as she kissed the red spot that her palm had left behind. Despite the corrective gesture, she spanked the other cheek a bit harder, kneading the flesh of her hips before delivering another long and firm kiss to the sore spot.

Imogen leaned down to be slightly beneath Ramona's hips, running her fingernails over her buttocks so that it gave her goosebumps. The slow teasing all the way down her body already had her wet and ready, the petals of her pussy already partly open and moistly awaiting Imogen's touch. Not one to disappoint an eager hole, Imogen held Ramona's thighs and cheeks slightly apart so that she could curl her tongue into her pussy from behind.

For all Ramona had endured so far, she couldn't contain her passionate cry as Imogen's expert oral skills were centered on her exposed pussy. Her legs shivered as they lost their strength, leaning further into her arms. She rested on her elbows, making her ass rose higher as a result. It granted Imogen access to deeper and longer licks as Ramona positioned herself like a bitch in heat. With all of her sweet cum lingering from her previous orgasms throughout the night, Imogen was moaning herself as she slurped up her richly-flavored folds.

"Oh, you tasty bitch," Imogen purred, letting her warm words create a breeze that blew across Ramona's overclocked pussy. The blonde could only whimper and dig her fingers into the bedsheets as Imogen continued to eat her out, slowly making out with her snatch while caressing her thighs and hips. Ramona’s breathing quickened as she started to thrust her hips back against Imogen’s mouth, trying to ride the Brit’s tongue enthusiastically. Imogen’s loud lapping went in time with her humping, the blonde’s voice rising higher until Imogen could feel, hear and taste just how close she was.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Oh my! God!” Ramona in time with every thrust and lick. Imogen lowered herself a bit more to get her lips wrapped around the blonde’s clitoris, sucking firmly enough that it vibrated the vulnerable bit of nerves. Ramona’s whole body shook, her hips vibrating against Imogen’s face for a second before she collapsed forward onto the bed. Imogen smirked before she followed her down, spreading Ramona’s legs and continuing to lick around inside her like a curious dog. Ramona’s shrill and wordless scream was music to her ears; right to its to its shuddering moan of a conclusion.

“Got to love an appreciative lover,” Imogen purred as she finally pulled back from Ramona’s pussy. She cupped the blonde’s chin from behind, tilting her head upward so that she could kiss her with her lips still wet from her cum. Ramona gave a mewling moan of accepting discomfort at the taste of her own juices. “Lucky me, you’re the very vocal sort.”

“Glad we’re both enjoying it,” Ramona mumbled with a slow and sly smile. “I seem to recall you having some fun last year as well.”

“Speaking of that...” Imogen said in a bright tone of voice. Ramona was too lost in her afterglow to dissect that train of thought, but it didn’t sound like it had a good destination. “I’m not quite done with you yet. I seem to recall you having some fun with me after your win that I’ll never quite forget. Roll over.”

Ramona acted as she commanded, laying flat on her back as she looked wide-eyed up at Imogen. She was still reeling from the last orgasm, making her concerned with what she had coming next.

“Since you were the first woman to toe-fuck me, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.” Imogen braced her arms on the bed, balancing well enough that she could raise her foot high enough for Ramona to see. The American remembered how much she had relished doing the same to Imogen, but she was surprised that she had remembered it well enough to want some payback for it a year later.

Ramona's breathing picked up, trying to steady herself after cumming so many times in the last few hours. Her pussy already ached in more way than one, and she had lost track of the last time she wasn't wet. Imogen only had to rub her foot along Ramona's inner thigh before the blonde started to tense up, biting her lip and moaning as her overworked groin readied itself for more overpowering pleasure.

“I remembered that feeling for months,” Imogen mused as she pressed her big toe against the outside of Ramona’s pussy lips. “I hope you like it every bit as much as I did.” Imogen bent her toe to dip it into the center of Ramona’s overworked slit, making her hiss and tense her pussy around the thick intrusion. Imogen flexed her big to, wiggling it in place and watching Ramona’s many stifled twitches and turns before she started to stroke it around inside her. The blonde went back and forth between gaping with her mouth open to biting her lip, depending on just how deeply and firmly Imogen was pressing down inside her. When she pushed it straight upward and pinned Ramona’s clitoris to her vaginal walls, she let out a long and wordless grunt as her hips bucked against it.

“I thought you’d like that,” Imogen purred knowingly. Ramona was an incredibly sexy woman, especially when she was aroused, but watching her enjoying herself too much to control was something of its own. It was a side of her that scarce few got to see up close.

"Holy shit," Ramona gasped as she dug her fingers into the bedsheets. "Slow down! It's too much!"

"Oh! So you're enjoying it THAT much? You really want to savor it for a while? Well I'm the one in charge here, so I decide when you get to cum." Despite her teasing, Imogen did ease up on the force behind her footjob. She slowed down to take longer strokes against Ramona’s pussy, but she also moved her foot to add a second toe. Ramona went back to staring at the ceiling in blind ecstasy instead of looking like she was about to orgasm her way into a heart attack. "Can I hear a thank you?"

"Thank you, mistress. God, thank you so much!" Ramona said in a hurried tone. Her pride had been overpowered by her libido, making her spread her legs wider. The placement of Imogen's toes left her pussy lips slightly parted, and the inviting position let Imogen insert another toe. Ramona's moans grew deeper and louder, and soon the Brit had turned her foot sideways and fit all five of her dainty toes into Ramona's slit, pumping her more intensely than any phallus could do.

Of course she couldn't hold out for long. The degrading but pleasing foot fucking soon had Ramona thrashing as she held onto the bed with a deathgrip. Her hips kept thrusting against the grinning Imogen's foot, making her butt bounce repeatedly off of the bed itself before going back up for more a split second later.

The blonde was left laid out in a puddle of sweat and cum as she could barely keep her eyes open, swallowing hard before she was able to speak. "Yeah, I can see why you liked that so much..."

Imogen laughed as she slid out of her and stepped off the bed. She stepped over to her dresser, rifling through one of the drawers. The sound of hard objects tumbling around against the wood told Ramona that she wasn't just going through clothes.

"Oh come on," Ramona moaned weakly, clearly not entirely against what was coming next. "Haven't I had enough?"

"You? Maybe. But I'm certainly looking for some more." Imogen came back holding a pair of sex toys: one a long dildo with a set of latches on the base and the other a standard red strapon. "I've got you all night, after all. And whatever happened to 'thank you, mistress?" Imogen went on as she went to the headboard and attached the loose dildo to it with the clasps. It made the toy stick straight out, around eye level with Ramona when she was on her knees.

"I didn't think you were the type to try and break your toys. Otherwise I might have reconsidered accepting your challenge." Ramona joked as she rolled over to rest on her elbow, rubbing her tender pussy for a bit of relief while her champion prepared herself.

"I was known to pull the heads off a few Barbie dolls in my day," Imogen mused as she slid the strapon around her hips. It left the fake cock mounted just above her groin, leaving her pussy exposed while still keeping the menacing toy ready for some fun.

"I'll be generous," Imogen said in a flippant tone. "Which half of you gets which one?"

Ramona groaned and got to all fours. She positioned herself to face Imogen and raised her hips until her ass rubbed against the mounted cock. "I'll let you take the lips." At least this way she could control how bad her pussy got it.

"Perfect. Then I get to watch you as you get spitroasted by one woman." Imogen reached past her, the red strapon rubbing against the American's face while she positioned the former's champs pussy to line up with the suspended shaft. She was at least careful enough to ease her back into it, rather than impale her on the fake dick. "Hardcore" Heather hadn't been so generous in the match that had landed Imogen as the number one contender.

Ramona still let out a low groan as she adjusted her hips for the most comfort and at least manageable amounts of pleasure. Her clit still throbbed from the busy night, sending mixed signals to her brain that it wanted both more and less of these incredible sensations. Imogen was delighted to watch her weakening rival squirm as she settled onto the mounted shaft. It may have been the excessive amount of orgasms she'd gone through making her hypersensitive, but watching Ramona take all of her teasing and fucking was almost as arousing as cumming herself.

"Now get ready, my pretty little loser," Imogen purred as she pulled Ramona's hair, lifting her head up to stay even with the waiting shaft. The blonde moaned, but it was simply weary rather than in pain. She opened her mouth obediently and and rolled out her tongue to await her mistress. With a few careful tugs and intentionally missing her mouth to smear the sex toy against the American's face, Imogen finally shoved her plastic dick into Ramona's mouth.

The blonde let out a muffled grunt with what space was left in her mouth. Imogen's thrusts not only fucked her parted lips, but pushed her back against the toy that was stuck in her pussy. Every time she pushed in, it made the second cock slide into her slit as if she really was being double-teamed by some unseen opponent. Her body appreciated being the center of attention as much as it shuddered and groaned from Imogen's masterfully delivered punishment. She did her best to keep sucking and pumping her hips, but her knees shook and her eyes and mouth watered from the intense double-fucking she received.

Imogen smiled as she watched the former champion Ramona Riggs plowed deeply from both sides. She had been planning this for months and it was more thrilling than she'd imagined. Even if she'd never admit it, she wasn't certain that she'd beat the blonde this time around. She had trained while thinking of beating her future opponent, but every so often she masturbate to the memories of Ramona using her one year ago. Even with nothing but the fake phallus inside her, Imogen felt her tender pussy twitching and gently dripping at each trembling sensation she felt echoing from Ramona's passionate grunts or trembling shivers.

"Only a former champ could take this kind of punishment for this long," Imogen purred deeply. She stroked her fingers across Ramona's face, feeling the outline of her strapon through her cheek. "But it takes a real champ to give you what you need. Tell me who's the real champ." She grunted out the last part as she buried the sex toy in the American's throat. Ramona swallowed hard and gurgled something out, her muffled words dripping drool around the shaft. Imogen finally pulled back out of her mouth, letting her breathe while keeping her hips stuck against the dildo behind her. "What was that, Mona?" Imogen chimed expectantly.

"You're the real champ!" Ramona gasped between deep and desperate breaths now that her mouth was finally clear. Imogen moaned as she stroked Ramona's sweaty hair, letting her work her hips against the mounted cock. She was pleased to find that she was so caught up in her overpowering lust that she kissed around Imogen's pussy out of reflex without being told.

"I love to hear that from those lovely lips of yours," Imogen sighed dreamily, savoring her arousal while Ramona was forced to endure it. "If you keep praising your betters, I'll do you the favor of finishing you myself."

Ramona just nodded, dragging her wet lips across Imogen's pussy. "Yes, mistress," she panted weakly. Imogen crawled backward, delicately placing her fingers under Ramona's chin and leading her away from the headboard and its invasive appendage. Ramona delivered desperate kisses in thanks to Imogen's thighs and snatch before she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted despite how much her pussy ached for more.

Imogen took Ramona by her legs and rolled her onto her back. She lifted the legs up over the blonde's head and mounted herself on top of her, tilting the strapon straight down to pound into the ex-champion like a piledriver. Ramona let out a high-pitched wail when she was first penetrated in this position, but she bit her lip to make good on her offer.

"I love how you fuck me, champ!" Ramona moaned, her breasts bouncing in front of her face. "This is why you're queen of the ring!"

"Damn right," Imogen grunted. Pumping straight up and down into Ramona was proving to be a real workout, and her fatigue was starting to catch up with her pride and lust. She grabbed Ramona by the wrist, forcing her hand to press against Imogen's pussy. "Now make your winner cum again, bitch."

Ramona could only grunt heavily, already wound up from all the prior orgasms and her double penetration from earlier. She still had just enough focus to move her arms and fingers since they had been through the least strenuous effort compared to the rest of her body. She found Imogen to be soaking wet as she started to stroke her bulging clit. The other hand went to Imogen's breasts, rubbing the bouncing orbs while the Brit fucked the hell out of her. Neither could last for long in that position: the force of gravity aiding Imogen's plowing thrusts were too much for Ramona to bear, and the brunette had been enjoying the blonde's constant arousal for too long. Ramona had just started to shake and scream with her final orgasm when she felt Imogen squirt over her fingers. The British sexfighter's juices quickly reached her hips and pussy, their passionate cries and warm cum mixing between their grinding bodies.

The exhausted pros held the position for a few seconds before they flopped off of each other, laying side by side in the cum-soaked bed. Imogen reached over and fumbled at her blonde rival before she found her hand, squeezing it and kissing it as they both caught their breath. "My god, you were even better than last year," the mumbled.

"Win or lose, this made it all worth it," Ramona moaned, smiling back at her.

The Brit smiled back at her and rolled over, cuddling up against the chesty blonde. "What do you say? Same time next year?" Imogen asked wearily, smiling at her friendly rival.

"I'll be waiting," Ramona replied, giving her a playful squeeze on her ass before letting herself relax and promptly pass out.