The fight

It was suprisingly easy to talk the barmaid into a sparring match. She had even volunteered the use of the dance floor in the hotel's function suite as a venue, and so with barely half an hour of the bar closing, the two of them circled each other anti clockwise looking for an opening. Gracie knew that it was not a fair match. She was trained, had skills the barmaid couldn't even have heard of and was more fit than she had ever been. She also had no intention of going easy on her. Gracie had not fought anyone since her disgrace and she had not been fucked since either. She was determined that she was going to get some release from all this tonight at least.

The other girl though, was moving well, not leaving an opening. She had at least twenty pounds on Gracie and a couple of inches too, which meant a longer reach. Still, she shouldn't be too difficult. Gracie stepped in and went for a grab at her wrist in order to throw her. The barmaid whipped it out of reach and as Gracie stepped in to follow it smacked a forearm across her face. Shit! A rookie mistake. She stepped briskly back to avoid further punishment, and eyed the tall blonde warily.

The barmaid made a sudden lunge at her with both arms raised. Gracie dropped quickly under her and pulled both wrists causing her to stumble forward and as she did Gracie rolled to pull her over her in a full throw. As Gracie bounced back to her feet expecting to see the barmaid land on the floor, she saw her tuck and roll, then spring out of it like a cat, hopping back to her feet causing her breasts to bounce in a mesmerising way. Shit! thought Gracie, this girl has some skills.

After a little more circling, Gracie stepped inside, trying for a neck-hold on the barmaid. Her opponent had other ideas though, and shot out an arm to grab her wrist, forcing Gracie's arm back to the point where she fell straight backwards her legs shooting out from under her. Fuck! thought Gracie, where did that come from and was ready for the barmaid to throw herself ontop of her, frantically panicking about the barmaid's weight and strength advantage. However the pin didn't come. Instead, the barmaid grabbed both of Gracie's ankles and lifted them, forcing them back behind her head, using her own knees to pin her shoulders to the floor.

With the strength of just one arm, she was able to hold Gracie's legs in place, pinning her securely, such that Gracie stared up at her through the prison of her own knees.

"What were those rules you were telling me about?" mocked the barmaid "No surrenders? The winner can keep going as long as they want?"

Gracie's eyes widened as she felt the lycra at her crotch being pulled aside and fingers tickle at the smooth bald entrance to her pussy. She gritted her teeth.

Without foreplay, the barmaid jammed two fingers inside Gracie and began pumping them in and out of her furiously, grinning down at her all the time, using her weight to keep Gracie immobile. Gracie said nothing, knowing that she was at her opponent's mercy and there was nothing she could do about it, knowing that she didn't even want her to stop. The barmaid continued her rapid finger fucking until Gracie couldn't stand it any longer and she felt herself about to cum, when abruptly, without warning the fingers were withdrawn. Gracie looked up shocked and disappointed before she realised with a start that the barmaid had switched targets and was now forcing her fingers inside her back passage. This time she didn't stop at just two fingers. She worked Gracie's sphincter methodically, widening and widening, adding further fingers until at last, she had her whole hand inside. Moments later the barmaid's fist was pumping in and out of Gracie's ass while she smiled maniacally down at her from above her ankles. Gracie juddered and felt her eyes roll back. What the hell was happening to her?

Then, the fist was removed from her ass with a small plopping sound, and now it was pushing at her vagina again. Surely she wasn't going to try to squeeze that... Fuck, she was, thought Gracie, still determined to maintain silence. Begging was unforgivable. She couldn't believe it though, as the barmaids whole hand was inside her again fucking her furiously once more. Gracie gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as she was brought forceably towards a climax again, but this time the barmaid didn't stop and Gracie went sailing straight off the edge of that cliff. Oh fuck! She juddered and her head slammed back, accidentally dazing herself against the floor. The barmaid continued to fist-fuck her long past the end of her orgasm, just to show Gracie that she could, then stopped and retrieved her hand. Gracie watched in a daze as the barmaid licked her juices off it.

In a moment she had let Gracie's ankles go and she lowered her feet slowly to the floor thinking her ordeal was over, when she looked up and realized that the barmaid had lost her shorts. An unshaven blonde pussy descended towards her. "Eat it bitch!", said the barmaid as she knelt firmly on Gracie's shoulders' pining her once more to the floor. Gracie opened her mouth to let her lips embrace the barmaid's vagina in a kiss that would last precisely as long as the barmaid wanted it to, while the barmaid begain to grab and squeeze her breasts firmly though her lycra running top.

Oh well, she thought, maybe she would do better in round 2.