Spank the unruly lesbian

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

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Stripper Slut Emilia – Squirm as you cum, buttslut!

• Two huge, sensitive, milk-filled melons
• A tongue worthy of the title “town whore”

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VS

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Stripper Slut Surge – I’m gonna ruin you when I get free!

• The biggest, most spankable dumptruck ass in the Pokemon League
• A pussy wet with lesbian lust

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If Surge has suddenly remembered that she has motor skills, then you’ll just have to make her forget again. Spanking usually renders you docile, so it must do the same for her! Not to mention, the slut will probably cum faster, so this will kill two birds with several open palm strikes.

You hook your fingers into her asshole to try to keep her in place while your other hand delivers a swift slap to that thick ass of hers. Surge squeaks as you continue striking her weak spot like a big, mashable button. Dominating her feels so good that you withdraw your tongue briefly in order to really rub the humiliation in. “Take this, you unruly lesbian! Cum just from getting your ass slapped!”

Unfortunately, your taunt has barely left your mouth when Surge breaks free from your grip. You enjoyed spanking her so much, you didn’t even notice how hard she was struggling! Lying flat on your back isn’t a great position anymore, so you sit up, only realizing too late that you’ve exposed your back to the enemy. Surge is on you in an instant, slapping her modest chest against your back with an audible sound of sweat against sweat. Her legs coil around yours, locking you in place and ensuring you can’t escape. This isn’t good…

“H-Hey, Surge,” you stammer, “those spanks were just friendly fun, you know?”

“I do!” Surge answers, an upbeat cheeriness in her voice that cannot possibly reflect how she actually feels. “That’s why I’m gonna give you a friendly milking until you have a friendly fucking orgasm, you friendly whore!”

“That’s not really necess- *OHHHH!* NOT MY TITS!”

You’re way too turned on to deal with this! After getting eaten out to the brink of orgasm, then hearing Surge moan as you played with her perfect cake, your whole body is buzzing with the desire for climax. The runt’s hands are all over your chest, gripping and squeezing with the perfect amount of **** to send your head swimming with pleasure. Your pussy is leaking nonstop, your toes are clenching, and **** pleas for mercy are flowing from your mouth, barely intelligible. Surge simply continues kneading every square inch of your breasts as though they were her property, forcing you to bear the full brunt of her obsession with big tits. But that obsession isn’t for nothing. Her quick and forceful technique has a tingling heat brewing in your chest. Wait a minute… That’s milk! She wasn’t just exaggerating, she literally plans to make you lactate in front of all these people!

“SURGE PLEASE… MY TITS, YOU CAN’T!” you cry, a shameful degree of pleasure present in every syllable.

Smugly, sensually, she whispers in your ear. “I can feel it sloshing around in there. You’re gonna show everyone the most humiliating boobgasm of your fucking life, complete with spraying milk everywhere like a pathetic, irredeemable dairy cow. Because that’s all big-titted whores like you are good for.”

Drool spills uncontrollably from your mouth, just as uncontrollably as your body is trembling. She’s right… You’re gonna cum…! To finish things off, Surge takes one of your tits in each hand, bounces them up and down appraisingly, then squeezes with all her might. Your body reacts exactly as she demands.

*NOOOOOOOOOO!!!*” you shriek, throwing your head back until you’re staring at the ceiling. In front of all these people, you arch your back and shudder all over, showing everyone that you’re such an easy girl that you can cum from your tits alone. Even worse, jets of milk stream from your nipples, degrading you beyond measure as you allow someone to make you lactate against your will. Not wanting to miss out on the humiliation, your convulsing pussy lets out a powerful squirt of girlcum, eagerly proving itself inferior to Surge’s womanhood. The crowd is in an uproar the whole time, apparently thrilled to see you lose in such a pride-shattering way.

Eager to move on to the prize round of your competition, Surge lies you flat on your back. She straddles you, placing her hot, damp pussy on your bare midriff. You try to slide away, but it’s beyond pointless. Your body has nothing left to give except milk and love juice. “Not feeling as brave anymore?” she taunts. “You think you’re so high and mighty with your pornstar-sized chest, but now we both know they’re just giant weak spots to make you cum! And you know what? I like making you cum.”

With no further explanation, she grips both your tits and mauls them. You let out far too high-pitched of a cry for simple boob stimulation, but you can’t help it with how sensitive they are, especially as you’re still coming down from an orgasm. If she keeps this up, the milk won’t stop, and neither will the climaxes. “H-Hey, Lieutenant Surge. I’m *AH* sorry! Truce? *PLEEEASE?*”

“Hell with that,” Surge says, grinning with the makings of another inevitable victory. “You’re gonna give me more of what I want. It’s the only thing these tits are good for anyway.” She begins working the base of each of your tits, massaging and squeezing with the expertise of someone who’s milked a hundred big-titted sluts before. Worse, she’s making you feel great in the process, causing your breasts and pussy to tingle with another climax setting in. You squirm and struggle beneath her, but it’s useless. You’re exhausted from getting outfucked. You grab her wrists, but you can’t move her hands an inch.

“You can’t… Not again… I’m not some trashy girl who gets *MIIIIIIIIILKED!*” Your words and wishes are worthless when competing against Surge’s precise and practiced skills, and moments later, you’re surrendering milk from your fat, orgasming tits. Streams of white shoot into the air, signaling a defeat just as humiliating as the first. The crowd loves it, of course, but not as much as Surge. She watches with thrilled lust as she forces you to coat yourself in milk. You try to arch your back, but the runt’s body weight keeps you firmly on the floor, leaving you no other way to express your orgasm but to squirt all over the stage, which you unhappily do. Squirting so many streams of shame quickly robs you of all sense, and you end up hanging your tongue out while your eyes roll back in your head. All you can think about is how thoroughly Surge won, and how sexually inferior you are in both body and mind.

The victor herself joins you in orgasm shortly after conquering your tits. She grinds her steaming pussy back and forth over your tight belly, creating a trail of juices as she cums, occasionally bucking hard enough to knock the wind from your lungs. Yet, you know the main stimulus getting her off is the control she has over you. She knows that she was able to fuck you into absolute submission and make your body obey her wishes instead of your own, even while you were trying your absolute best to win. “Fuck YES!” Surge growls. “Show me you’re nothing more than a dairy cow! A milk slut! These tits aren’t for you to feel superior! They’re for me to squeeze milk and orgasms out of all night long!!!”

“THEY’RE! …NOT! …YOURS!” you cry, each word timed with a spurt of white being **** from your captive milk bags. Surge’s expression doesn’t crack, still beaming as she continues climaxing, and still staring down at you like you’re her prize for winning. Which… you are. Yet, a bit of malice peeks through her face as she grabs one of your tits with both hands, shakes it a bit, then squeezes. A thick stream of milk launches into the air, and the sensation is so intense you start shaking from head to toe. “THEY’RE YOURS!!!” you squeal apologetically. Lieutenant Surge lets out a triumphant moan as her orgasm seems to start anew. Amidst cheers from the crowd, she shifts her posture, now lying on top of you. And of course, she does this so she can wrap her lips around your conquered teat and drink her ill-gotten spoils.

It seems you’re going to be here for a while. Why do your boobs have to be so big and so weak…?