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Chapter 7 by JakeSnakeCakes JakeSnakeCakes

Do you give the lady what she wants?

Yes.

You nod. Roberta slowly gets on her hands and knees. Her firm, round ass backing towards your dick. Without hesitation you shove your cock inside of her wet ass pussy to the very hilt. Her soft ass moving as you press towards it with your hips. You put a hand on each of her hips, and pull back, leaving only the head inside of her. Then you fuck her again, hard but slow. You want to really enjoy this. Savour the victory.

"Faster" Roberta says. "Please". Her voice is pleading, humbled, as if she's starving and asking for scraps.

You speed up, but slowly. You watch, enjoying the feel of her ass and the slapping sound you make with each thrust. You watch as another couple sexfights in the lobby. Two women, rolling around and trying to masturbate the other one. Ripping each others' clothing off and trying to pin the other aggressively. You pound Roberta faster, listing to her moan as she backs into your cock. You get really fast now. Roberta looks behind at you. Her eyes filled with lust and her mouth gaping open.

"Rougher" she says. You grab the back of her head and push her face down as you fuck her. Her ass raised high in the air. Her fingers start rubbing her clit. Her moans reach a crescendo and seconds later you hear a beep on the phone. You go even faster, but it takes you to your limits. limit. This moaning, beautiful woman under you makes you want to bust. You fuck her with your last burst of strength, until you're right about to shoot.

"I'm going to cum" you say, and you pull out, flipping her over and cumming all over her face. You hear another beep.

Roberta looks exhausted. She's sweaty, her long black hair is a mess, and her face is covered in cum. Once again she breaths in deep. Her legs and arms begin to move as she finds her clothes.

You're exhausted too, but you know that you should leave in case another group of women shows up. Your fingers and tongue are sore, and your soft dick is red from all of the **** it's taken. You pick up your phone and check your score.

SCORE: 3
WINS: 3
DRAWS: 0
LOSSES: 6

As you and Roberta, both exhausted get dressed, you think about the scar on her right breast.

"Roberta," you say. "Can I ask you about your scar?" You point to her right breast. She looks down. "I had breast cancer. Luckily, they found the tumour before it became too dangerous."

"Is that why you're here? New lease on life? Bucket list?" you ask.

"Fucking, makes me feel alive" she says. "And sexfighting, the struggle, makes me feel powerful."

"You almost had me" you say. She smiles.

"I really did. I underestimated you." There's a pause before you ask the next question. You finish putting on your clothes.

"How long have you been sexfighting?" you ask.

"Today was my first." You feel shocked. She showed a lot of talent during your match, only getting caught off guard when you shoved your thumb in her butthole.

"No kidding."

"No kidding" she says. Her face is really serious and you burst out laughing. She smiles.

"What would you have done if you had gotten me in a bad position?" you say.

She looks up and down, sizing you up. She stands up.

"I would have made you cum with every part of my body."

"You really think you could make me hard enough to do that?"

She points at the tent growing in your pants. As you look down, she pushes you on the couch. She gets on her knees and pulls your cock out, shoving it in her mouth and bobbing up and down rapidly. You're surprised when she changes positions, shoving your cock all the way into her throat. Caught off guard, all you can do is enjoy it. You grab and feel her breasts. You notice that the one with the scar is slightly smaller, just a bit.

You relax, closing your eyes. Then you jump when she shoves her finger up your ass. You cum immediately, and she gags as it goes all the way down her throat. You hold her head on your cock until each spurt subsides. You hear a beep.

SCORE: 3
WINS: 3
DRAWS: 0
LOSSES: 7

She pulls up, breathing heavily.

"Now we're even" she says.

Exhausted, you see her slump to the elevators. No doubt to take a shower at her room. You could probably use one as well.

To your surprise, you meet someone familiar as you head upstairs.

Who is it?

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