Jennifer Straps-in

“I’d like to see you make me..” Sam replied. She really did, but she also said it in a challenging tone that perked Jen’s sense of competition.

“Hm… big talk for someone who just lost to me…” she retorted.

“It could have gone either way, it was close,” Sam argued defensively. “Let’s just get this going before night security comes to check in on us!”

Suddenly, all of Jen’s bravado disappeared. “S-security?” Her face went pale and she sat up, darting her head from side to side, trying to see through the dark empty room for cameras. She spoke again, this time in a lower tone. “We’ve been trespassing long enough… We should head back to your place to do the prize round…”

“Nu uh! We wrestled here, we prize round here,” Sam stated. She gave a devilish grin, “What’s the matter? Afraid of getting caught?”

“Yes!” Jen readily agreed. “... Aren’t you?!”

“I told you before, no one checks in on this place! We’re perfectly safe here!” Sam assured her.

“What about security cameras?” Jen asked, suddenly realizing she was naked in the middle of the ring. Her knees came up to her chest and she hugged herself. If all of that was captured on video… she started to panic.

“D-Don’t worry, this place can’t afford cameras,” Sam reasoned while sneaking a look around in case she was wrong. There were no red lights to indicate anything was recording, but it was too dark in the corners of the room to know for sure. If they really were being recorded, they’d just be a couple of kinky trespassers that the security guard would get a kick out of. They wouldn’t post this sort of thing on the Internet or anything… she hoped. Despite the shadow of doubt that Jen had planted in her head, she kept on a cool facade and continued to assure her friend that they would be fine. “No one’s going to come in on us, and there’s no camera recording us!” she told her. It didn’t matter if it was true or not, she just had to convince her friend that it was.

“Well… OK…” Jen said, somewhat reluctantly, still looking around. Slowly, she started to drop her knees.

After the panic, Sam could sense that the mood had simmered down. At this rate, Jen wasn’t going to be performing at full capacity for the prize round, which would be a let down for the both of them. The troublemaker tried to fix the situation by stoking the fires a bit.

“Oh, what happened to that girl who was threatening me with a good time just a second ago?” Sam teased. “Did you beat me only to squirm away? You know if I had won, I’d already be having you throat deep on my strap-on!” Sam lay on her side, looking at Jen with dispassionate disdain. “Maybe we should go again,” Sam kept going. “I know your number now, I’ll beat you for sure!”

The haughty tone and the cutting words triggered something in Jen. She won their match and didn’t feel that she should have to listen to this goading from Sam. It was like with Hayley all over again!

“You already know I’m not easy to beat! I’m undefeated in three now!” Jen responded. She felt a surge of adrenaline from having to remind her opponent just how good she was. “Now it’s starting to sound like you’re the one squirming! I beat you fair and square and now you want to get out of my prize round? I’m still taking you as my prize!”

Hearing her introverted friend talk so big and stating she wanted Sam as her prize made Sam feel a rush of adrenaline.. She was more than willing to be that wrestler’s prize. “O-Oh yeah?” Sam continued to prod. “So, you’re all ready to go ahead and take me now?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Jen smiled, menacingly, feeling the heat in her body rise. She crawled over to Sam and dominantly laid her to the mat. She ran her hand over the petite noirette’s nude body. Sam shivered and held her breath. “And you’re going to enjoy it!”

Jen said it with such confidence, she started to scare herself. Sam was so good at getting a rise out of her opponents, she was glad that this was after the match and not during because it would have thrown her for a loop.

Sam remained silent, not even breathing, as Jen groped her hot and sticky body. She wanted to moan out as the strawberry blonde’s slender fingers slipped between her legs and caressed her pubis, but she remained defiant. Her breasts were kneaded and squeezed while she held her nose up in rebellion.

“Playing hard to get?” Jen asked, unconvinced. She leaned in and started stroking Sam’s sensitive sides and neck, all the spots she knew Sam reacted to. Sam couldn’t hold out any longer and let out a subtle moan. “I thought so…” Jen said smugly.

Sam squirmed but didn’t hide her smile. “You’re not afraid of the cameras anymore?” she had to get one more jab in, even if it threatened to splash cold water on the scene.

Jen paused, but she was too riled up to stop now. “We’ve already come this far…” she murmured, leaning in and kissing her friend while her hand reached down and groped her. “Let them watch!” Sam let out a louder moan, to show she wasn’t afraid of being caught either. When they broke their liplock, Jen whispered to Sam, “Wait here.”

Sam waited while her mistress went to the side of the ring where she kept her bag. After some rummaging and setting up, the petite strawberry blonde returned wearing her WSW branded strap-on dildo.

“So we’re jumping right to it, are we?” Jen said, squirming in her spot as she anticipated the long smooth object sliding into her snatch.

“Now it’s time to tame that smart mouth of yours and teach you how to treat the winner…” Jen smiled.

Sam licked her lips and kept her eyes on her mistress as she felt her heart pounding against her chest. She swallowed dryly, letting her mistress get the final word.

“Right, that’s a good start!” Jen replied, content with the silent respect. She crawled down and returned to her position hovering above her sub.

Sam felt Jen’s hand run along her slit and shivered. The warm delicate fingers spread her lips apart before the cool touch of the phallus pressed up in between. She gasped as the dildo sank inside. She was already wet and the sex toy eased in with little resistance. Sam groaned.

“Mmm… I like hearing you moan for me,” Jen said. Her hips pumped into Sam and Sam groaned again. “Yesss… so good…” Jen enjoyed. Her hips pumped again and again, eliciting more moans from her charge.

“Hahh… ahh…” Sam moaned, staring up at her mistress. Their fooling around and heated chatter had put her in a heightened sexual mood and Jen’s strap-on was helping to ease the tension, but the missionary position seemed kind of tame for the new things Jen had promised her. “Is that all you got?” she asked, looking to prod something interesting out of her sparring partner.

“Oh no, I was just getting started!” Jen replied with a calculated smile.