Nicola's SexfightNicola's braided hair snaked over her shoulder as she stood waiting for John to finish undressing. This was their first match; their opportunity to prove themselves worthy of their respective Houses and for one of them the prospect of advancement. 32 year old Nicola stood at 5'9", with raven hair pulled back into a braided length specifically for this encounter. Buxom, with a small tattoo of a falcon on her shoulder, she watched John put his clothes to the side of the arena and considered how she would defeat her slim middle aged opponent. Dossiers maintained by the House archivists usually provided the erotic combatants with detailed accounts of how bouts were won or lost, but as initiates, they had little reference on each other. She knew he had been something on the circuit a few years ago, but he had returned to find a lot had changed. She'd heard that he was a good power fucker, but that was ten years ago. Figuring she probably wouldn't defeat him by hand or mouth, Nicola decided to wait until she had him in her cunt, where she could squeeze him to submission in any position, more so if she could get on top.John stepped onto the mats, his erect cock pointing at Nicola in challenge. Nicola, hands on hips, met him nose to nose, ignoring the glistening tip pressing against her. "So, first contest then?" asked John. "First victory." she replied, trying to establish herself. "I like that, it'll make it sweeter when you tap out" and he reached between her legs. This was the bell ring, round one, her hand took a firm grip on his length, bursa escort pulling him hard as he cupped her moist sex. Arcing their free arms around each other's necks, they locked open mouths as they skirmished below the waist, waiting for one of them to lose balance and be taken down. Nicola pumped John's length, feeling it throb in her control. She felt his fingers push inside, his thumb against her clitoris, her hardened nipples sandwiched between John's chest and her squashed tits as they writhed.Breaking their kiss, John went to his knees, slapping Nicola's arse hard as he pulled her cunt to his face. 'Anything that gets him more worked up' she thought and ran her hands through his hair, stopping to pull his tongue deeper into her. John's slapping became kneading, rolling her flesh in a circular motion timed with his tongue fucking. From her stance, Nicola's physical options were restricted, but her verbal capacity remained "fuck my cunt John, fuck it good" she encouraged him, thrusting her hips at his face. She allowed herself to enjoy John's efforts for a while, especially when his hands advanced on her pussy, parting her open. She'd been fisted before, usually during catfights, but John's aggression and speed was different. Letting her legs buckle, she sat down, still with his hand inside and leant back on her elbows, watching John's hand thump into her. John knelt in front of her, alternating frigging her and running his tongue along her engorged lips, his hand glistening with her juices.Nicola wanted his cock. As John returned to another tongue bursa escort bayan assault, she realised she couldn't take much more fist fucking before cumming; she'd already spurted over his forearm and knew she would end up relinquishing the match without making him sweat. Rolling her legs to one side, she disengaged and swiftly grabbed John's cock before engulfing it with her mouth. With her other hand cupping and squeezing his balls, Nicola bobbed her head fast, feeling the tip of his sword at her throat. John grunted as she gagged on him a couple of times; even louder when she pulled her head away and slapped his weapon flat handed. She could sense he would fall to her.John pushed her back, trying to get on top, but Nicola held him at bay, his cock dangling above her. They wrestled for position, slaps being delivered to her sex, tits, his cock and both backsides. Nicola's catfighting experience gave her an edge and she manipulated herself onto John's waist, holding onto his cock. Lifting her hips above him, she rubbed the cock against her wet cunt, probing herself with it while she pushed her other hand down on his chest. Lowering onto him, she let out a sighed "fuck" as her cunt engulfed him to the hilt. This was her battle now. Grinding herself, contracting her cunt on his pole. John tried to raise his torso but was slammed back down by the aggressive amazon, who lifted herself onto her heels and started to bounce on him forcefully, moving one hand towards his throat. John grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pushing them upwards, pinching her escort bursa nipples as she hoarsely groaned "fucker".She knew she could finish him off. John sat up again, pulling on Nicola's hips to topple her off her feet and to her knees. She grabbed his hair and forced his face into her tits. John reached around her blindly and succeeded in finding his mark - the braided length of hair, which he pulled hard. Nicola rode him harder and faster, desperately clenching with her sex to draw victory. A hair pulling sweat soaked frenzy of a fuck fight was being recorded by hidden cameras within the arena. The Houses would use this for future match arrangements.Nicola had him. Suffocating between her ample tits, John had clamped his hands to her arse, absorbing the shockwaves from her thrusts. He felt powerless and knew he was on the brink of filling her cunt with his capitulation. A final effort had to be made. Her arrogance would catch her out - Nicola yelped as John used every muscle to roll her supine and began to pound her with all he had left. They both went for chokes, eyes fixated on each other as the sound of their wet hips slapped around the room. Nicola could feel him getting to her. He'd taken the dominant role from her while her guard was down and his thrusts exceeded hers; he'd eased the pace, but increased the impact. Releasing her choke, she reached for his head, pulling his mouth to hers. "This could be a draw" she breathed, "fill my cunt with your spunk". John needed no further encouragement; his thrusts became stabs as he felt her cunt tighten, throbbing around his cock. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Nicola flushed, staring at him open mouthed, accepting his release as she trembled in her own. Mutual win, mutual defeat. The Houses would already be arranging a re-match.