Tails.

Just then you look up to see faces of the women around you. They look horrified. They're disgusted, speechless. And in that moment, seeing Lacey's look of disgust, you begin to think this might turn out badly for you regardless of whether you "win" or not.

Your too busy thinking about the moral aspect of the situation to realize your hips stopped working. It's just then you feel something hard bounce off your jaw.

Dazed, you look down to see Sharmane grinning up at you. It's then you realize your mistake. Too late. She grabs you by the back of the head and hits you with another right hand to the face. You're reeling now as she rolls you both around, now your flat on your back with her on top of you.

"As I said before, I love being on top."

You can't help but moan as she thrusts and rides your cock like a pro.

"And you like it to, boy."

As good as it feels it's hard not to be a little humiliated. First she beats you physically, now she's dominating you sexually.

You half-heartedly try to push her off but she easily overpowers you, grabbing your wrists and forcefully pinning them to the ground.

With your hands pinned above your head, Sharmane's naked, sweaty breasts hang above your face, jiggling with every thrust.

A familiar sounding, sweet voice shouts out, "That's it girl, ride his ass! Finish him off!"

As her hips pound furiously into yours, Sharmane's wet pussy works your cock over just like she worked you over.

"You hear that, baby? They want me make you cum." Sharmane says, suddenly slowing her thrusts to an agonizingly slow pace. "Do you?"

You nod stupidly.

"Say it.", she says, quickening her pace just a little, you can feel the orgasm bubbling inside you.

"I want to cum.", you say trying to thrust your hips upward but she thrusts down, your hips pinned helplessly under her dominant sex.

"Beg for it!", she demands. You feel your arms being sapped of all strength as her fingers dig into your wrists.

"Please, make me cum. Please finish me off!" you should, not even caring about the match anymore.

She starts thrusting dominantly, panting with a confident, sadistic smile on her face.

"That's right, beg me like a little bitch. Now look me in the eye, and tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch."

"Do you submit to me, John?"

"I submit!"

Sharmane leans in real close, her breasts pressed up against you, feeling her hard nipples poking through your t-shirt. You feel her hot breath panting into your ear as she whispers in a sultry voice, "That's it John, now squirt for me."

Your toes curl and your balls tighten as you uncontrollably thrust upward, shooting your load up into her hot, wet pussy.

She slams her hot sex down onto yours again and again, milking every last drop from your dick. Your senses explodes with pleasure, but just when you think you can't take anymore she stops.

As your senses clear a little you see Sharmane still sitting on top of you, her smiling face flushed and dripping with sweat, clearly enjoying her victory over you.

Catching your eye, she gives you a cocky grin and raises her fists in victory to a chorus a female cheers. She slowly rises to her feet. You tingle with pleasure as your spent cock jerks from her pussy.

Your head beginning to clear you realize the ramifications of what just happened.

You agreed to a battle of the sexes, and you lost.

Right on cue, Melanie pokes her head into your field of view. "What happened? Did the big strong man lose? Did the great John Doe get beat by a girl?" The cute punk-girl giggles like a schoolgirl as she gloats over you.

"Damn straight. I whipped your ass, John!" Sharmane stands over you, arms flexed, placing her foot dominantly on your chest.

You gaze up at Sharmane's full naked breasts and smooth moist pussy standing over you, you can't help but feel dumbfounded.

Melanie leaves you with these parting words. "Take a good look. The next time you think about treating women like trash, I want you to remember just who the superior sex is."