2 comments/ 9516 views/ 5 favorites Saskia vs. Belle By: MELD9003 Hi readers, This is the seventeenth installment in this series. Previous story: 16. Sarah vs Yvonne. Hope you enjoy it. MELD. ***************** A week or so after Sarah's victory over Yvonne; Saskia was sitting bored in her office working through some figures. Getting up from her chair and sighing, she crossed the square of soft carpet in front of her desk and looked out of the window, the rain trickling down the glass as she stared glumly at the rows of parked cars below. Turning round, she looked at the carpet and smiled to herself, thinking of the girls she had fought and beaten on there, and then felt a judder race up her spine as she remembered the day Sarah turned up with Wendy and ground her into complete submission. "God, what I wouldn't give for some entertainment right now," the blonde sighed, slumping back down in her chair and returning to her work. Since recruiting Sarah into The Society and getting together with Paula, she had virtually retired, being too busy with work and other commitments to find time to 'audition' any more girls. Although she missed the thrill of sexfighting, she didn't think Paula would be too keen if she was to resume her career, especially as her daughter Wendy had also become a fighter at The Society as a result of her recruiting Sarah. "Fuck me I'm bored," she groaned, switching off her PC and leaning back in her chair; picking up her phone, she dialed the number and waited. "Hello?" "Hi Patricia, it's me." "Oh, hello there Saskia; what's the matter?" "Oh nothing really," the blonde muttered, drumming her fingers on the desk, "it's quiet here at the moment so I thought I'd just give you a ring and see which girls you thought we should invite this weekend." "You want to discuss that on a Tuesday afternoon? Bloody hell, you're keen," her Ladyship giggled. "Mmmm, like I said it's quiet here and I'm a bit bored to be honest." "Well why don't you go home early? You are the head of the department after all." "What and be bored there instead?" groaned Saskia, kicking her stilettos off and putting her feet on the desk, "I need some excitement." "Ohhhh I see," replied Patricia with a knowing tone. "What?" "You're getting the itch, aren't you Saskia?" "Mmm, I suppose so yes," the blonde sighed, "but I don't think Paula would like it if I started again." "Ahhh yes Paula; I nearly fell through the floor when you told me you two had got together, you used to despise each other." "Yeah, but that was a long time ago Patricia, I think we've both grown up a bit since then," Saskia replied, smiling at the photo on her desk. "Well why don't you bring her down here with you next time Sarah or Wendy are competing?" asked Patricia. "Hmm, I'm not sure that would be a good idea," said Saskia anxiously, "she's not overly keen on Wendy competing at Boxten as it is." "Would she come and watch you compete again; you know, just a one-off?" "Erm...I suppose I could talk her round; I'm not sure if I want to fight in front of an audience though." "Well how about we arrange it one night in the week, behind closed doors so to speak?" "Er...yeah okay," replied the blonde, "who will my opponent be? I don't want any of the girlies off the roster." "Oh no, I was thinking of someone much more closely matched to you," chirped Patricia. "Who?" "Well, how would you feel about facing Belle?" asked her Ladyship, smiling to herself at the long pause on the line. "Belle, really?" Saskia eventually replied, an anxious tone entering her voice. "Why not? All the years you both competed and I never put you against each other, it would make an interesting contest." "It might sound interesting to you, but it just sounds bloody painful to me," replied Saskia. "Oh come on Sas, I'm sure you could give her a good run for her money." "Yeah and I remember what happened to the other girls who thought they could; they'd get trapped between those massive thighs of hers and come out looking like a fucking egg timer!" the blonde ranted. "Don't be daft, that wouldn't happen to you!" Patricia laughed, "come on, at least say you'll think about it." "Hmm, okay, I'll talk to Paula and see what she thinks." "Okay then, I'll give Belle a ring and let you know tomorrow, bye." "Bye." Putting the phone down, she leaned back in the chair and sighed. She had wanted a challenge, but Belle wasn't exactly what she had in mind; although she had wondered from time to time over the years if she could defeat the voluptuous brunette. Paula would probably say she was crazy to even consider it; that was if she could even persuade her to come with her to Boxten, she had not been there in over twenty years and had showed no interest in returning. Still, she was going round to Paula's tonight, so perhaps she could gently steer the conversation towards the subject. Slipping her shoes back on, she then picked up her handbag and made her way out of the office. ****************** After returning home to have a shower and get changed, she drove round to Paula's. Turning down Mill Lane she pulled up outside the cottage and checked her make up in the mirror one final time. She then got out of the car and walked up the garden path, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as her gaze fell on Wendy's bright orange Vauxhall Corsa parked in the driveway. Ringing the bell, she heard footsteps approaching the front door. "Oh hiya, you're a little early," Paula smiled as she fixed her ponytail, "come in." "Thanks." Stepping inside, Saskia followed Paula into the sitting room and sat down on the sofa. "No Wendy?" the blonde asked. "No, her and Sarah have gone down to the Red Lion, they'll be in there 'till God knows what time," Paula replied. "Oh right." "Still, at least we can have a nice quiet evening on our own; are you staying here tonight?" the brunette asked hopefully. "Erm...yeah okay," Saskia smiled anxiously. "You look as if something's worrying you," said Paula. "Erm, it's not exactly worrying me but there is something I would like to discuss with you." "Oh, sounds a bit ominous." "No no, it's just something I'd like to ask you, that's all." "Oh, okay," Paula smiled, relaxing a little, "shall I fix us some drinks?" "Yeah, G&T with ice please." Paula poured the drinks and then sat down next to her anxious looking lover. "Right come on then Sas, tell me what's bothering you." "Well, since we've got together I haven't been recruiting any new girls for the roster and erm...well I've been...erm..." "Yes?" Paula smirked, taking a sip from her G&T as she watched her girlfriend squirm. "Well I've been sort of"... "Missing it?" "Yes," replied the blonde quietly, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa and looking down at the floor. "So you want to ask me if you can start 'recruiting' again?" "Well I'm not sure if I want to go back to that, but Patricia has offered me a chance to fight behind closed doors one night this week," Saskia explained as Paula took another sip from her drink. "I see, and her Ladyship wanted you to see if I was okay with it did she?" the brunette asked. "Actually, she asked me to ask you if you'd like to come with me," replied Saskia as she picked up her glass. "Me! At Boxten?" Paula laughed, "come off it Sas, I haven't been there for twenty years and I'm not really that keen on going back." "Come on Paula please, it's just for one night," Saskia smiled hopefully, "it would be nice to have a bit of support." Putting her glass down, Paula rolled her eyes and gave out a long sigh. "Alright, I'll come with you," she groaned, giving her lover a hug. "Thank you." "So, who's your opponent then?" "Well, nothing's certain yet, but it looks like it's going to be...erm...Belle," said Saskia, smiling awkwardly. "WHAT?" Paula shrieked, "Are you out of your mind? She'll grind you into the bloody floor!" "Oh thanks for the support Paula!" the blonde scoffed, "What makes you think I can't beat her? Sarah did." "Yes, I know she did Sas but with all due respect Sarah's a lot younger than you." "Yeah, and Belle's older than me, she's in her late forties; if Sarah can beat her, I'm pretty sure I've got a chance with all my experience," said Saskia confidently. "When will you know if Belle has agreed to the fight?" "Tomorrow." "Oh well, It's a night out of sorts I suppose," Paula smiled, kissing Saskia on the cheek. Just then, the blonde's mobile rang. "Fuck sake, who's that?" she muttered irritably, fishing it out of her pocket and looking at the screen, "Oh." "Who is it?" "Patricia." "Oh, better answer it then," Paula smirked. "Hello Patricia...yes...oh right...yeah that's fine...yes she's agreed to come with me...alright I'll see you tomorrow then, bye." "Well, what's going on then?" asked Paula as she topped up her glass. "She said Belle has agreed to face me and she wants to do it tomorrow night." "Tomorrow night? Bloody hell she's keen." "Hmmm, isn't she just," replied Saskia anxiously. *************** A couple of hours later, Sarah and Wendy returned from the pub; squealing and giggling, the pair staggered through the front door and into the sitting room. "Had a nice night then?" Paula sighed, looking sternly at her daughter with raised eyebrows. "Yes thanks Mum," Wendy slurred as she flopped down in the armchair with Sarah perching on her knee. "Just look at the state of the pair of you," the brunette tutted, "well you're not skiving off tomorrow, you can both get your arses off to college in the morning." "Alright Mum, Jesus! We've only had a couple! Hi Sas." "Hello Wendy, Sarah." "Hello." "You and my Mum had a pleasant evening then?" the big redhead asked. "Yes thank you." "Actually we've been discussing what we're doing tomorrow night." Paula smiled. "Oh yeah? What are you up to tomorrow night then?" asked Wendy, intrigued. "Mind your own business," her mother smirked, winking at Saskia. "Oh come on Mum, tell us." "Is it alright if I tell them?" Paula asked her lover. "Go on then," the blonde nodded. "Well, tomorrow night Saskia and I are going down to Boxten Hall." "On a Wednesday night? What for?" asked Sarah, a puzzled look on her face. "Because Saskia has got a private fight there." "You're kidding! Who against?" asked Wendy excitedly. "Belle." "Oh my God!" the two girls laughed; Sarah nearly falling off her girlfriend's knee, "can we come?" "Did I not just say it was a private fight?" said Paula, folding her arms and looking sternly at her daughter. "Aww go on, Patricia won't mind; you won't even notice we're there, will they babe?" "Nope," Sarah smiled. "Hmm, I'm not sure," said Paula warily, looking over at Saskia. "Pleease," begged her daughter, giving Saskia her best 'puppy dog' look. "Fine, you can both come," Saskia sighed, rolling her eyes. "Cool, thanks Sas," Wendy chirped, turning to Sarah, "come on babe, let's go upstairs." "Okay." As they sat listening to the two girls giggling and staggering up the stairs, Paula smiled at her lover. "I really hope you're not going to regret any of this Saskia." "Don't worry, I won't," the blonde purred confidently before finishing her drink, "right, I think it's perhaps time we went upstairs." "Okay, let's go" Paula smiled wickedly. ******************** The next evening the four of them were in Saskia's BMW heading for Boxten, with Paula sat in the passenger seat and the two girls sat in the back. "What's the matter Sas? You're very quiet," asked Paula, gently stroking the blonde's arm. "I'm fine," she smiled, "I'm just concentrating on driving, that's all." "Why don't you let me drive?" "It's okay Paula I'm fine, besides, no offence but I don't let anyone else drive this car." "Oh, okay love." "It's alright Mum, she wouldn't let me drive it either," Wendy piped up from the back seat. "I'm not bloody surprised, the way you drive; why do you think I don't let you drive mine?" her Mum replied. "What are you on about? I'm a bloody good driver me!" "Hah!" As the other three chatted, Saskia stared blankly at the road in front of her, she knew Paula didn't believe she was just concentrating on her driving. With every mile that passed, the mixture of nerves and adrenalin built up in her stomach; pulling off the dual carriageway, she took the turning for Boxten and slowly drove through the village before turning down the long twisting lane that went past the ornamental gates of the Hall. "Well, nearly there," chirped Wendy, "how does it feel to be back Mum?" "Strange; I never thought I'd be here again." Driving through the huge gates and along the drive, Saskia turned into the courtyard at the back of the Hall and pulled up. "Well, here goes then," she sighed, opening the door. Making their way over to the oak doors, they found Perkins waiting for them. "Good evening ladies, follow me please." "Good evening Perkins," replied Saskia as they followed the butler down the corridor, "Has Miss Hughes arrived yet?" "She is in here with her Ladyship Miss," said Perkins, ushering them into the drawing room. "Oh, okay." "Good evening to you all," Patricia smiled warmly, giving them each a peck on the cheek as they entered the room, "please take a seat." Sitting down on one of the huge leather sofas, Saskia looked over at Belle sitting on the sofa opposite, dressed in a black long sleeved top and a pair of tight jeans that emphasised her powerful size twenty figure. "Hello there Saskia," the big brunette purred, winking at her opponent and raising her eyebrows over her glasses. "Isabelle," she replied coldly, just about managing a smile. "Hi Paula, long time no see." "Hello Belle." The rest of the group found a seat and waited for Patricia to join them; pulling on the rope by the door, she then sat down by Belle. "Right, well it's very nice to see you all," she chirped, "especially you Paula, after such a long time." "Erm, thank you Ma'am...it's erm...nice to be back," she lied, smiling awkwardly. "Please Paula, it's Patricia, no need to be so formal," she smiled, just then, the door opened and Nina stepped into the room. "You rang Ma'am?" "Aah Nina there you are; would anyone like a drink?" her Ladyship asked. "Just a small white wine please, I'm driving," said Saskia. "Belle?" "I'll have the same please," the big woman smiled. "I suppose you two will have your usual?" said Patricia, looking over at Sarah and Wendy. "Please," the pair nodded in unison. "What about you Paula?" "I'll have the same as the two girls please," she replied. "I think I'll join you," Patricia smiled, "that's four G&Ts with ice and two small white wines please Nina." "Yes Ma'am," replied the maid, smiling briefly at Wendy before leaving the room. "Right, how would you two like to do this then?" Patricia asked, turning to the two competitors. "How about no time limit and we go on until one of us can no longer continue?" smiled Belle, looking over at Saskia. "Fine, suits me," the blonde shrugged. "Good, that's settled then."... Half an hour or so later, Saskia was in one of the rooms getting ready with Paula. After having a quick shower, she slipped on the black thong and white silky robe she had found waiting for her on the bed. "Hmm, I don't think I've ever been in this room before," said Paula, looking round. "I have, quite a few times" replied Saskia as she quickly put a brush through her hair, "I was put in this room one night I was fighting you." "Oh right...are you erm...going to be wearing your shades when you walk out tonight?" Paula teased, smirking at her lover. "Oh ha ha, no I bloody won't," the blonde groaned, "well come on then, how do I look?" "You look gorgeous; although I've got to admit it feels a bit strange seeing you in one of those robes again." "It feels a bit strange wearing it," smiled Saskia as there was a knock at the door, "well, this is it, let's go." Arriving at the main room doors with Michelle as her escort, she looked across to find Belle already disrobed and waiting for her in the centre of the mat with Jacqueline the referee. Her hair was now in its trademark pigtails with lime green bows to match her bikini bottoms. "Good luck love," Paula whispered, kissing her on the cheek. "Thanks," she replied; her mouth drying as her heartbeat quickened. Watching Paula sit down at the guest table with the others, she took a deep breath and strode out into the room past the empty tables; she then noticed the fire had been lit, its stifling heat wafting across the mat. "Oh fucking brilliant, just what I need," she muttered to herself as she slipped out of her robe and handed it to Michelle. The maid then went and sat down next to her colleague at one of the empty tables. "Booooo!" Looking over at the guest table, she found Sarah and Wendy giggling and waving at her. "Pack it in the pair of you!" Paula snapped, giving them both an icy stare. "Sorry," smirked Wendy, "we were just trying to make it feel like old times for her." "Just behave yourselves; you're like a pair of bloody kids sometimes." Tutting and shaking her head, Saskia turned her attention back to the mat. "To me please ladies," said Jacqueline, beckoning the two fighters over. Exchanging half hearted smiles they paced over and stood toe to toe in front of the referee. "Right, I shouldn't really need to explain the rules to you two, so you do what I say, when I say it and we keep going until one of you is unable to continue, okay?" "Yes," both ladies nodded in unison, never breaking eye contact. "Right, kneel." "Here we go," whispered Sarah. "Ready...Go!" For a few seconds neither woman moved, they just sat, each waiting for the other to make a move. Suddenly Belle lunged at her opponent, only for her to dart to the side. The big fighter fell forward crashing to the mat. Saskia quickly pounced on her back and tried to hold her down. "Shit, fuckin' bitch!" Belle growled as she got up on all fours and tried to throw the blonde off. "Come on, trot!" she laughed, grabbing the pigtails and tugging them like reins. "GET OFF MY HAIR YOU FUCKIN' WITCH!" Reaching back, she landed four hard slaps across Belle's curvy ass cheeks, making them jiggle. "AAAOOOW!" "Giddy up horsey!" Saskia yelled as the big woman bucked and bitched under her. Suddenly Belle rolled to the side, throwing Saskia off and trapping the surprised blonde beneath her on her back. "Uuughh...no ohhhh fuck," she gasped as her rubenesque opponent grabbed her wrists and held them down to the mat. "How's that feel Sassie dear?" Belle purred as she smothered her huge breasts all over the trapped blonde's face, smiling to herself at the muffled groans, "Comfy?" "Mmmmmffff!" "Ohhh dear," Sarah smiled, turning to Wendy as Saskia kicked out and wriggled in desperation, "not looking good is it?" "Nope," she replied, picking up her glass, "I still can't believe she actually agreed to take Belle on." Eventually the referee stepped in. "Alright, let her go," said Jacqueline, tapping Belle on the shoulder. "Okay," she shrugged. Standing up, she looked down and smiled at the gasping blonde, her steel grey eyes glaring straight at her. "You fucking bitch!" she scowled, still trying to catch her breath as she got back up to her knees. Ushering both fighters back to centre, Jacqueline restarted them. "Ready...Go!" This time Saskia shot forward and grabbed Belle's stiff nipples, twisting them hard and making the big woman scream. "AAAAOOW..FUCK!" Grabbing Saskia's wrists, she dug her thumbnails in, making her let go. With a hard shove, she sent her sprawling on to her back again. Saskia vs. Belle "Shit!" The blonde tried to crawl away but her voluptuous foe grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back. "Get back here you!" "Oh fuck!" Holding Saskia face down with one arm, she spanked her bare ass cheeks. "AAAAOOOWW...YOU BITCH...NO...NO!" "Let's see how you fuckin like it!" she laughed, raining down slap after slap on her trapped screaming opponent. "FUCK YOU...AAAAAAAGH!" "Bloody hell, can you imagine what those underlings she bosses about would give to see this? Saskia getting her arse spanked like a naughty schoolgirl," Wendy smirked, turning to her Mum. "Hmm, I'm quite sure they'd love it," Paula muttered, worriedly looking on as her lover slammed her fists into the mat, almost in tears as she tried to wriggle free. "AAAAGGH...PLEEEASE...STOP...STOP!" "Sorry, did you say you wanted me to stop?" Belle teased, continuing her stinging assault. "YES..YEEEEESS!" "Okay." Rolling Saskia on to her back, Belle grabbed her thong and tore it straight off, flinging it to one side. Dragging the blonde over her outstretched knee, she then put her in a backbreaker hold and gently ran her fingers over the soft lips of her waxed pussy. "Aaaahh...ohhh God!" "How about that Sassie; you like that?" Belle whispered, gently massaging the rapidly stiffening clit. "Uuuhh...yes...yes!" Giving a despairing wail as she felt the fingers slip inside, Saskia closed her eyes and shook her head as she tried to resist, but it was in vain. Belle increased the thrusts and her whole body tensed up as the climax edged closer. "Come on Saskia, let go!" Belle growled, thrusting deeper. With her resistance completely broken, the blonde screamed as a powerful orgasm racked her body, the waves coursing through her as a flow of cum splashed on to the mat. "AAAAAAAAHHH...OHHHH FFFUUCK!" Smiling as she rolled the limp, whimpering fighter off her knee, Belle stood up, removed her glasses and wiped her brow. "I'll be over there when you're ready," she chirped, smiling down at her weakened opponent. With her legs feeling like jelly, Saskia slowly got back up and staggered back over to the centre of the mat, glaring at her beaming opponent. "Bloody hell, she looks knackered already," Paula sighed, shaking her head, "I knew she shouldn't have agreed to this." "You know what Saskia's like Paula; once she sets her mind to something she always sees it through," said Sarah, looking on as the two fighters knelt down. "Ready...Go!" "Come on Sas, let's hold hands," Belle purred, offering her open palms. Smiling, Saskia slowly moved in as if she was going to take Belle's invitation before suddenly darting forward and shoving her, catching the big woman off guard and sending her falling on to her back, a pained groan escaping her lips as the air was knocked from her lungs. Seeing her chance, Saskia pounced on top of her stunned opponent, grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked them upwards...hard. "Uuuughh...oww...you bitch!" "Ohhhhh yes!" Saskia gasped, pulling up harder and exposing the soft puffy lips and thick, neatly trimmed bush. "AAAAAGGHH...YOU FFFU...AAAOOOW...STOP STOP!" Belle screamed, kicking out and desperately clawing at Saskia's back. "Yeah? beg me bitch!" the blonde hissed, keeping a firm grip of the garish coloured bottoms. "PLEEEASE!" "Alright, that's enough," said Jacqueline, giving Saskia a brisk tap on the shoulder. "Fine." As she got up, she swiftly yanked the bikini bottoms off over Belle's feet and flung them towards the guest table. The big brunette gave out a gasp, her eyes wide with a mixture shock and anger behind her glasses. Giving her throbbing clit a gentle rub, she got up and knelt back down in the centre, facing her resurgent opponent. "Ready...Go!" This time both fighters lunged forward, their naked bodies slamming together. As they struggled, rolling over and over in front of the fire, the heat began to take its toll, their slippery sweat drenched skin glistening in the dancing firelight. The guest table watched on in complete silence, transfixed by the scene playing out before them. After a little while it appeared that Belle was starting to struggle and the younger Saskia was slowly starting to get the upper hand. Suddenly she rolled the big brunette on to her back and was able to hold her down with her knee; reaching down, she ran her fingers over the dark hair and stroked the rock hard clit. "Ohh...oh God...no!" the big fighter gasped, too weak to fend off her tormentor. "Oh I've got you now," the blonde purred lustfully, slipping two fingers into Belle's wet pussy, making her groan and claw at the mat. "Ohhh...God Saskia...please!" "Please what eh Belle? Please what?" "Ohhhh fuck!" Saskia gently slipped a third finger inside, quickly followed by a fourth, her thumb massaging Belle's aching clit as the big woman began to thrust against the probing fingers. "Aaaaaaahhh!" "You like that Belle?" "Yes...yes...oh fuck yeaahh! Saskia smiled down wickedly at her pleading opponent as she thrust her fingers deeper into her dripping snatch, her cries and moans becoming increasingly desperate. Tucking in her thumb, she gently worked her entire fist inside, up to her wrist. "AAAAAAAHHH OH MY GOD OHHHHH FFFUCK!" The big fighter cried out ecstatically, her eyes shooting wide open as the taunting blonde slowly worked her fist in and out of her. "You like that, heh Belle?" "YEEEEESS OH FUCK YEEESSS!" she yelled, shaking her head and clawing at the mat as she pushed her hips up meet Saskia's fist. "Oh my God," Paula whispered, swallowing hard as the rest of them looked on in stunned silence. Reaching over with her other hand, Saskia gently slapped Belle's stiff clit, extracting more cries and pleas from the big brunette. "Thaat's it, come on!" "AAAAAAAHHH OHHH GOD...FUCK ME..FUCK MEEEEE!" "Come for me!" "AAAAAAAHHH YYYYEEAAHHH!" Saskia's two pronged assault finally shattered Belle's resistance; digging her fingers into the mat, she screamed as she was sent over the edge, her body tensing as a surge of cum trickled down Saskia's arm. When she eventually settled, the blonde gently pulled her fist out and smeared her hand all over Belle's sweat drenched face as she groaned submissively. "Lick it off, dirty bitch!" she hissed. "Alright Saskia, that's enough!" barked Jacqueline, "go and stand over there please." Getting up, she smiled over at Paula and stood in the corner. "Do you wish to continue?" asked the referee as she knelt down by the big brunette. "Yes, just give me a minute please," groaned Belle, still a little light headed. "Jesus! That was bloody amazing!" said Wendy, turning to her Mum. "Hmmm, yes" she replied quietly, smiling back at her lover and feeling a throbbing sensation building between her legs. Eventually Belle managed to drag herself up to her feet, removing her glasses and wiping her brow once more before kneeling down in the centre of the mat. Adjusting her hair clips, Saskia slowly ambled over and joined her. "Ready...Go!" The two women lunged forward, mustering all their remaining strength to try and push their opponent on to their back. Both fighters were now beginning to tire, the pace was slowing but neither of them were willing to admit defeat. Surprisingly Belle seemed to be mounting a fight back, eventually managing to get Saskia on to her back and push her legs apart. "Bitch...no!" the blonde growled as Belle slipped between them and began to trib her. "Come on you tramp! Push back, fight me!" Belle taunted, thrusting down harder on her trapped opponent. "Aaaaaaahhh...fuck you bitch!" The guest table watched on as the two soaked fighters slammed their pussies together, their gasps and groans echoing around the empty room. Despite Saskia's best efforts, it soon became apparent that her opponent had the edge, the big woman smiling down as the blonde shook her head and dug her fingers into Belle's legs. "No no...aaaaahh no!" "Ohhhh yeh, sing for me bitch!" "AAAAAAAAHHHH!" Letting out a guttural shriek, Saskia writhed helplessly as another powerful climax tore through her, sending her senses reeling. As the last waves ebbed away, she gave a pitiful groan and fell back, totally spent. "Okay, break!" Obeying the referee, Belle stood up went over to the corner. "Wow!" said Wendy as the two girls watched, gob smacked. "Come on Sas, stay down," Paula whispered anxiously as she finished her drink. "Fuck!" the blonde growled, angrily slamming her fist into the mat. "Do you wish to continue?" asked Jacqueline. Nodding, she slowly got back up. "Oh for fuck sake," Paula groaned, rolling her eyes as she watched her lover stagger over to the centre and kneel down. Smiling and shaking her head, Belle came over and knelt down opposite her. "Jesus, you just don't know when to quit, do you Saskia?" she smirked. "You haven't beaten me yet bitch!" "Oh I think I can soon remedy that." "Ready...Go!" They both lunged forward and fell sideways, limply clawing at each other as they rolled back and forth in front of the fire. Eventually they ended up in the sixty nine position with Belle on top; sensing victory was near, she pulled the blonde's legs apart and ran her tongue over the soft folds. Gasping as the tongue flicked over her stiff clit, Saskia responded, smoothing her hands over Belle's curvy bum cheeks and plunging her tongue deep into the big woman's pussy, their gasps and wails filling the room once more. With both women sensing their opponent was close to orgasm, they licked and sucked ravenously at each other's aching clits. Looking up, Saskia then had an idea; slowly moving her hand down she gently ran her thumb over Belle's arse hole, making the big brunette cry out. "Aaaahh..wha...ohh ffuck!" Wrapping her legs around Belle and trapping her face down, Saskia pushed home her advantage, sucking hard on her throbbing clit as she slowly worked her thumb into the puckered rosebud. "Ohhh God Saskia please yes...yes!" she begged, her arms spread out clawing limply at the mat. Pushing her thumb in as deep as it would go, Saskia wiggled it, feeling the muscles grip. The mixture of sensations was more than the voluptuous fighter could take, her beautiful green eyes widening behind her glasses as she screamed in submission to the climax exploding deep within her. "AAAAAHHH OHHH GOD YOU BITCH I'M COM...AAAAAHH!" A torrent of cum burst from her pussy, drenching Saskia's face and making the blonde cough and gag as the warm sweet liquid hit the back of her throat. "Uugh fuck, get off me." she groaned, coughing as she tried to push the limp fighter off. "Break!" Jacqueline barked, rolling Belle off on to her back as Saskia wiped her face. "Whoops," Wendy giggled, turning to Sarah, "I don't think she was expecting that." "No, neither was I," she smiled. They had now been fighting for almost forty five minutes. As Jacqueline stood over them, hands on her hips, she smiled at the two exhausted women, their eyes barely open. "Had enough ladies?" Both knew they had nothing left to give; glancing briefly at each other, they nodded at the referee. "Then I declare this contest a draw." There was a ripple of applause from the guest table as they gave them a standing ovation, with Paula looking more than a little relieved it was finally over. "Help them up please girls," said Patricia, turning to her maids. "Yes Ma'am." *********** A little while later after both women had showered and changed, the whole group were chatting away in the drawing room again with the two fighters sitting opposite each other. "Well, thank you both for a most entertaining contest," Patricia chirped, smiling at them both. "Huh, glad you enjoyed it," Saskia yawned, rubbing her eyes. "You're all quite welcome to stay," said their host. "Thanks, I'm too tired to drive." "Which room have we got?" asked Wendy. "Room six, as always; Nina will give you the key." "Okay, night everyone," the big redhead smiled, eagerly dragging Sarah towards the door with her as they chatted and giggled. "Good night," her Ladyship smiled, taking another sip from her drink as she turned to her deputy. "Well Saskia, has that cured your itch for a while?" "Hmm, for now," the blonde replied; catching her opponent's eye, she offered her hand, "well played Belle." "You too," the big brunette smiled, shaking, "fancy a rematch soon?" "Erm...let me get back to you on that," said Saskia warily, raising her eyebrows at Paula, "come on, let's go to bed I'm knackered." "Okay," the brunette smiled. After saying good night they made their way back up the stairs to their room. As they talked about the fight, Paula couldn't escape the niggling thought in the back of her mind. Despite originally not wanting to come, she had actually quite enjoyed the evening and that her lover wasn't only one who was getting the 'itch', she knew it would only get worse. Sooner or later she would have to confront it... Thanks for reading. MELD.