Jen accepts the oil round

Jen was already under Lana’s thrall as soon as the big breasted trophy wife pressed her oiled up breasts against the young woman’s back, so now that the older woman’s fingers were dancing inside her honey hole, Jen was like putty in Lana’s hands.

“Wouldn’t you like to be pampered like this?” she asked. “I can be all yours if you accept the match!”

Unable to make a cognizant decision, Jen’s libido took over, driving her to huskily respond, “S…spa day?” she asked.

“Mhmm…” Lana replied invitingly, rubbing herself against her timid guest. “You and me, getting pampered like princesses… and me doing ANYTHING you want…”

Jen shivered with excitement. Lana’s hot body was already threatening to overheat the petite wrestler, now the thoughts of her being Jen plaything was sending her over the edge. As the busty blonde slid over Jen, jolts of electricity sparked up her spine. Her inner thighs grew moist with anticipation. She was sold.

“O…OK! You’re on!” Jen answered eagerly.

“Great!” Lana cheered, hugging her opponent, causing the petite blonde to moan softly. Lana leaned in and whispered, “Let me just get us both ready!”

Jen felt more oil pour over her back, then the pressure of Lana’s body pressed up against it, sliding up and down, thoroughly lubricating both of their skin. Lana then flipped Jen over and doused more oil onto her exposed breasts and belly. Jen stared wide eyed, up at the titular hostess as she lowered herself on top and rubbed, front to front with the university student. Jen gasped and moaned again. Lana purred back approvingly. She pulled up Jen’s hands and wrapped them around her curvy waist, then turned around and sank into the strawberry blonde’s chest. Jen went still as the taller woman rested her back into her, feeling the weight of her body against her own. This was a position she was not used to, normally being the smaller girl, she would naturally end up as the smaller spoon. She felt like a baby bear clinging onto her mother’s back. Lana rubbed her back into her, causing her entire body to tingle. It wasn’t a bad feeling and she started to enjoy the position until Lana pulled away and turned around. Her eyes were lit up with energy.

“Are you ready?!” she asked.

Jen nodded. She was more than ready to go now.

Lana hopped up and marched toward her timer, resetting it for their oil round. Jen got up and tossed the towel out of the ring. She took a step forward and was suddenly reminded how slippery being covered head to toe in body oil could be. She steadied herself and looked over to Lana who appeared to be in full control of her movements, pushing off with the slightest nudge to slide back to the center of the ring to meet her. Jen suddenly felt a drop in her stomach. She was duped!

“Have you done oil matches before?” Jen asked Lana.

“Oh, I’ve done lots of things covered in oil,” Lana winked. Jen dry gulped. The timer beeped, signaling the round had begun and before Jen could react, Lana bowled her over, onto the ground!

Their bodies writhed over one another as the two women tried to pull themselves on top. What was earlier an enjoyable experience was suddenly creating panic in Jen. She was expecting at least an even playing field, like she had with Monica. This time it felt like Lana was slipping and sliding with a purpose, confident in her movement even though purchase on the ground remained elusive. It was like maneuvering on ice, too rigid and you would trip and fall, too soft and you splayed out, unable to get up.

The jockeying for position ended in Lana’s favor. She hovered Jen with a confident smirk as she pressed her knee between Jen’s legs and easily spread them apart. She raised her knee up until it touched Jen’s slit and started rubbing. It was a measured pressure that kept Jen in place. As soon as Jen felt her body about to push away from her opponent, Lana readjusted and kept her stationary.

Jen looked at Lana in surprise.

“Darling, I’ve given tons of full body massages like this, you’re not going anywhere!” Lana teased. “Oh right! One… two…”

As Lana counted her score, Jen squirmed, attempting to twist around to her belly and slip away. Lana blocked her from all sides. Jen swirled around, trying to squeeze through any gap, but Lana remained towering over Jen, shifting and countering her every move. Jen changed tact and pushed Lana’s arm aside, forcing her to compensate by leaning over. Jen knocked away her other arm and Lana fell on top of her. Jen slithered on top of her challenger and sank her fangs over the busty blonde’s plushy peak.

“One!” she mewled, popping her mouth over the teat for more points. Her face was red, openly suckling the oiled up trophy wife. She had just met this person face to face today. She contemplated if this was how she was going to meet new people from now on. “Two!” she gasped, trying to grasp on for extra points. Lana pushed her away. Jen skidded to the othe side of the mat when Lana caught her ankles and pulled her back in. Jen felt herself slide up and bump her ass into Lana thighs. Lana stood up slightly and stepped in, then lowered herself and meshed their pussies together. She then started grinding.

“Five! Six!!” she counted.

Jen grabbed Lana’s leg and pulled it up while pushing Lana to the mat with her foot.

“Three! Four!” she counted for herself.

Lana rolled Jen over and smacked her pussy into hers. “Seven! Eight!”

Jen slipped behind Lana and wrapped her arms around the other woman’s waist, prying her off the young woman’s pussy. Jen then reached up and groped Lana’s juicy melons for more points. “Five! Six!”

“Mmm… I like it when you play with my big tits!” Lana crooned, wriggling her butt into Jen’s lap in response.

“Please don’t…” Jen begged. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“But your tender little fingers squeezing into my aching boobs feels soooo goood!” Lana teased some more. She even clasped her own hands over Jen’s and squeezed harder. “This is making me so wet right now!” she continued. “I just want to gush my pussy juice all over your face!”

Jen’s thoughts wandered to the feel and taste of Lana’s warm juices covering her face. She felt her hands get pulled away from Lana’s massive mounds, then she remembered she was supposed to be wrestling! She could have an entire spa day to play with Lana!

It was too late. Lana’s sexual power over Jen caused enough of a distraction to let Lana get away. Jennifer found herself flat on her back, staring up at the ravishing blonde’s juicy peach as it lowered over her face. She felt her hips lift into the air and warm lips press up against her vulva. She cried out, only to be muffled by the elder woman’s muff.

“Mmmff!”

“Ten! Twelve!” Lana counted out in a seductive tone as she played coyly with Jen’s labia, flicking her tongue along its petaled crevasses as if she were licking ice cream.

Jen shivered with pleasure. It would be so nice to just lay there and enjoy, but she would be giving up on spa day. She could be getting Lana to do this to her while being pampered. She just needed to fight back!