Jen experiences her first time with Sam

Jennifer could feel her cheeks burning red. She had never been in this situation before, standing before an incredibly attractive young and very naked woman who was awaiting her commands. She knew what happened during a prize round, but actually participating in one, especially one where she was the victor, was almost overwhelming to the neophyte wrestler. She remembered the winners often shoving the face of the loser onto their strap-on and forcing them to suck it off. This was too aggressive for Jen and she was supposed to be the one calling the shots, so she decided to take things more slowly.

Jen reached out and took Sam by the hands and looked her in the eyes.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, laughing nervously, looking away from the stare.

“Shh… just let me… do my thing…” Jen responded softly. She wasn’t used to being in command and just asking for permission was getting her nervous.

Sam could sense the nervousness in her training partner and felt bad about causing it. She was the one that put the scenario together; Jen was the victor and got to call the shots. It was Jen’s right to do what she wanted, so Sam relented.

“You can do what you wish with me,” Sam replied, feeling a twinge of excitement at her pronouncement.

“Then look me in the eyes..” Jen said, feeling her heart pumping as she made her first command.

Sam obeyed and gazed into Jen’s baby blue eyes.She had been expecting something a little more sexual, but the timid young blonde just wanted to hold hands. It wasn’t something Sam was against, she just felt it was a little underwhelming. She had been half hoping that the pretty college student had a hidden freak inside of her that could come out if Sam just opened the doors for her, but now she was thinking that the wallflower act wasn’t even an act. She was fine with that though, she didn’t mind holding hands and the way Jen was looking into her eyes made her feel a warm tingling inside of her.

The intimacy continued as Jen brought them both down to the mat, on their knees, still looking into each other’s eyes. Her hands left Sam’s and started to explore the raven haired rebel’s naked body. Sam held her breath. Now that she was being touched, things started to feel more real. Her skin warmed in the areas Jen had traced her fingers along. She felt the delicate digits draw a trail directed towards her petite breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening as Jen drew closer.

Seeing the look of shock and awe on Sam’s face made Jen feel more confident about her control of the situation. Sam did not look away as Jen felt her up, cradling her hands under Sam’s small mounds and gently squeezing them. “Your breasts are very nice…” she observed.

“Th… thank you…” Sam replied. She could feel her libido stirring from the delicate touches and words.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Jen asked, genuinely curious.

“Yes, mistress…” Jen answered.

Jen felt a shiver of excitement at being called a ‘mistress’. She straightened her back, feeling taller and more regal. “I think I could get used to being called that!” she remarked, feeling bold and in charge. She added under her breath, “I wonder what that sounds like when you’re moaning it…”

“If it pleases you, I would be happy to demonstrate, mistress…” Sam answered, getting into her role as the submissive.

Jen shivered with excitement. The thought of Sam moaning for her was getting her riled up. She still had her hands on the rebel’s small breasts. Her partner felt so soft and warm. She wanted to lean over and wrap her body around the slender noirette, but she had a more pressing urge she wanted to follow up on first.

Jennifer pulled away and rested on her knees, back straight. Her eyes were still locked with Sam’s. She told her charge, “My breasts deserve replenishment for their victory.”

Sam raised her eyebrow at the command, not sure what Jen wanted. Jen gestured for her to come closer and said, “Come kiss and lick my breasts!”

Clear on her instructions now, Sam crawled over, still trying to maintain eye contact with her mistress. She closed in until she bumped into Jen’s body. She felt around with her cheek, rubbing up against Jen’s chest. She felt like a cat, turning her head so that she could spread her tongue over Jen’s boob. She rolled her tongue around until she found Jen’s areola. This appeared to please her mistress, so Sam worked her tongue over the delectable mound. She swirled her tongue over the nipple until she felt it get hard in her mouth, then she sucked on it.

“Ahh.. that’s a good girl…” Jen cooed. She lay back to give her charge better access.

Sam switched from one breast to the other, covering her mistress’ nipples with a coat of saliva.

Jen felt like her skin was on fire and could only be tempered by Sam’s tender kisses and licks. The trail of saliva she left behind was like a cooling salve over her boiling flesh. Jen wanted more, she wanted to grab Sam and… suddenly she remembered she could do whatever she wanted with Sam!

Jen sat up. Sam stopped her kisses and sat up as well. They locked eyes once again and Jen leaned forward, planting a kiss on Sam’s lips. She pushed forward, laying Sam on her back as their lips hungrily smacked and sucked on each other. Sam’s heart fluttered. She started to think there was hope for Jen’s freaky side.

Their lips wrestled as Jen pressed her body against Sam’s. She could feel Sam’s stiff nipples poking against her and brushing her skin as she moved up and down the petite noirette’s naked body. She pressed her groin against Sam’s but felt something get in the way. She suddenly remembered that she was still strapped and that her toy cock was rubbing up against Sam. She looked down to see Sam’s face.

Sam was in the midst of ecstasy. Tender Jen was rubbing bodies with her and the black strap-on cock was dry humping along her slit, rubbing her clit and threatening to move its way inside of her. Her breath became heavy as her body felt like it was on fire.