Jen brings out the big toy

With a wicked grin still plastered across her face, Jen slid across the ring, over to her backpack. As she dug out her weapon of choice, she took a moment to think about it. She didn’t expect to get so much use out of Sonya’s strap-on dildo but this was the third time that she’s gotten to play with it! She was starting to feel like it was her lucky charm!

Jen held the long, rubberized phallus in her hand, feeling reassured with its familiar heft and shape in her grip. She whimsically thought about getting her very own WSW branded strap-on, considering her winning ways. She’d seen them marketed on the official site, but had concluded that it would be a waste of money because she would never use it, but now it was starting to look like a promising investment. The harness went on smoothly, already adjusted to her measurements. She synched in the straps, feeling it hug snugly against her rump, then she gave the cock a test feel as it hung off of her groin. It was securely in place, dangling eagerly for its upcoming use.

Jen looked back into the ring. Claire remained squatted on her knees, silently observing her mistress prepare. The glint in her eyes was even more pronounced now, as she watched Jen expertly take out the sex toy and put it on.

Jen climbed back into the ring and approached her awaiting charge. She walked carefully over the oiled up floor until she faced down over her defeated foe. The fake cock hung teasingly between their faces. Claire shifted her gaze from Jen’s downcast eyes to the hovering stretch of artificial manmeat wagging menacingly before her. She stifled a giggle, suddenly getting a comical image of Jen smacking her across the cheek with the thick rubber sausage.

“Why are you laughing?” Jen asked. “Do I look silly with this thing on?” Suddenly she got self conscious about trying to look commanding.

“No no!” Claire assured her. “I was just thinking of something dumb!”

“Hmm…” Jen responded quietly. She did feel like Claire wasn’t taking her seriously. Hayley didn’t take her seriously either, but she fucked some respect into her dorm mate that made the party girl more obedient. She felt like she could do it here as well. She stroked her cock and eyed her sub.

With an air of authority, Jen pointed her cock at the submissive’s lips. “Suck it,” she ordered, calm and firmly. She was the winner of the match, which meant that she was the one in charge.

Claire made a dry gulp. She could sense the mood switch as soon as Jen uttered the command. It made her pussy tingle. She opened her mouth and took the plastic cock into her mouth, wondering how she ended up like this.

The petite young thing in front of her looked like a waif, more suited for a library than a wrestling ring. No one would see a star wrestling just by looking at her, yet, while the young blonde looked like she could be thrown around like a ragdoll, the abilities she presented in their match was evidence that she knew what she was doing.

Originally, Claire had accepted the match in hopes of hooking up after a little rough and tumble. She figured Tara Nova was a ring rat looking to be dominated by an established WSWer. She even tried to make things interesting by making it an oil match. She never expected to meet up with a real contender. Even more surprising, she never expected this newbie to actually beat her! This got a rise out of the light hearted brunette. She wanted to know more about this fresh face, she was curious how they would fare in a proper WSW match. But first she had to fulfill her duties.

Jen stood, back straight, hips jutted forward. She cupped the back of Claire’s head and guided her into deepthroating the loaned dildo. Claire started making gurgle noises as her saliva filled up her mouth and spilled out of the corner of her lips. Jen held her firmly, face to groin, then rapidly pistoned the cock in and out a few strokes before pulling out all the way to allow the wrestler to breathe. Claire gasped for air, feeling her drool dribble down her chin, onto her naked body.

Jennifer got down on her knees and pulled Claire’s hips up close. Claire stared up at her conqueror and held her breath in anticipation. She felt Jen rub the cock over her mound, blending the saliva with body oil. It traced along her pubis before finally aligning along her opening. She quivered as she felt the prick press up against her slit. She felt the tip open her wide and gasped in shock when it quickly shoved through with ease! The oil and saliva allowed the phallus to move in and out with almost no friction. She could feel every molded rib and vein of the cock gliding freely along her vaginal walls!

“Ahh…” Claire moaned, writhing on the slippery mat.

Jen held onto Claire’s hips to keep her in place before she slammed her cock into her charge, rapidly thrusting into her with a steady ‘pat pat pat’ sound. Claire let out another sigh and enjoyed the sensation of a plastic cock digging deep inside of her. Jen looked down at the attractive figure underneath her; laid back, eyes glistening under a lascivious haze, breasts heaving with pleasure. Claire held her legs up, spreading them wide to allow her mistress full access to her sex. It would have been a perfect experience if they both didn’t have to constantly grab on another to keep from slipping apart.

“Haha!” Claire giggled as one final bump knocked them apart. “We’re like a couple of shuffleboard pucks!” she observed, holding her knees and spinning as she slid.

“Let’s try another position!” Jen decided. This wasn’t helping her image of being the strong and authoritative type.

They readjusted so that Claire was facing down, bottoms up and Jen was giving it to her from behind. This seemed to work for a little while until they started inching towards the side of the ring. As her body threatened to spill out over the side, Claire reached out and held the ropes, holding her in place. This helped a little. Claire leaned against the corner of the ring, arms straight, pushing on the ropes. Her ass stuck out behind her. Jen shoved her cock in and out with better traction.

As Jen pushed the cock into Claire, the brunette worked her way up to the top rope. Jen was leaning over her back, plowing away from behind, holding onto Claire’s hips for balance. Her feet were still covered in oil and she had to concentrate to keep her lower body from sliding out from under her. It took a lot of balance for both ladies to fuck while standing over the oily floor. Claire’s muscles began to tense and burn, tightening herself against the penetration of the long, girthy cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

At one point, she squeezed a little too tight and the shlong was pushed all the way out, taking its wearer out along with it. Claire covered her mouth and did her best to hold in the mirth at seeing Jen flat on her face, sliding into the middle of the ring.

“Go ahead… let it out,” Jen grumbled, feeling embarrassed and completely undermined by her ignominious display.

“Ahahahaha!” Claire guffawed, slipping onto the floor from the pure ridiculousness of the scene. She had to legitimately hold her belly from all the laughter. “OH! Oh my God! When I felt it, I just knew something was going to happen! Oh! Oh God! Why don’t they show THIS in the videos? I’d pay to see a blooper reel like this from an oil match!” She giggled, wiping away a tear.

Jen remained motionless, wishing she had a blanket she could hide under and shrink away.

“Hey, don’t take it like that…” Claire soothed. She reminded herself that they barely knew each other and Jen may not share the same humor as her. Jen curled herself up into a little ball in the center of the ring, staring blankly at her knees. Claire slid over and placed an arm over her shoulder to console her. “You know, when I first met you, I thought you’d be a pushover,” she confided.

“Uh huh…” Jen mumbled, not looking up.

“But then you showed me what you were made of!” Claire continued. “I was really surprised. You have skill and tenacity! You impressed me!”

“Thanks…” Jen replied.

Claire rolled her mistress over so that the strap-on stuck straight up. Casually, the comedienne remounted it and started to ride as she continued the pep talk. “And then you put on this strap-on. I could tell just from watching you that this wasn’t your first rodeo! That caused a stir down below, I’ll tell you!”

“Really?” Jen asked, showing a small smile.

“Absolutely! Nothing like a confident woman to get you revved up,” she purred back. “I may not take everything seriously, but that doesn’t mean I don’t respect you!”

Slowly Jen smile began to grow. She reached up and pulled Claire down for a kiss. She held that kiss for a long pause before she let her go and said, “Thank you! I guess I need to hear that!”

“Happy to! Now admit it! It was funny!”

Jen sighed and let out a giggle. “OK, it was funny!”

“Right?!”

They both chuckled, leading to more boisterous giggles. After their giggle fit subsided, Claire let out a sigh. “So, are we done for the night?”