Anne Archy vs Ashley Kimstead- Sweet Suffocation (Smother Endurance Match)

What Anne expected was squealing and squirming, the usual flailing that came with having someone force their ass on your face. At least she expected the girl to fight for a little fresh air, though from what she'd seen from her so far she shouldn't have been surprised by what she got. Rather than resisting, Ashely embraced the smothering, pressing her face in deeper and... Anne let out a sharp gasp of surprise as she felt the girl trying to tongue her through her bottoms. Her hands ran down to caress Ashley's fingers as they gripped her hips. In turn she let out soft moan, momentarily letting herself get lost in the moment.

To the roar of the crowd she worked her ass over Ashely's face, not taking particular care if she was fully smothering her or not, but just grinding her ass against her. She'd always been something of an exhibitionist, performing for a lover was exciting on its own, but doing it in front of a crowd? In front of an arena? And cameras? She was loving every second of this gratuitous display. She was very, very tempted to slide her bottoms off and let Ashely really get in. Later. She could scratch that itch later. Not that she'd have stopped Ashely had she tried it herself. The longer her opponent held out the closer Anne's movements got to a lapdance, what she wouldn't give for a little music right now. "Oh... such a good girl..." She moaned, reaching a hand back to run her fingers through Ashely's hair and pull her in deeper.

Anne seemed to appreciate Ashely's worship. So much so that she grinded on her face as if she were giving her face a lap dance. Ashely felt as though she were in the ring with a goddess. The feeling of being at the mercy of a woman like Anne made Ashely's skin tingle. She got a good reaction out of Anne from her worshipping so she would try to do it even better.

Ashely would be tempted to try to move Anne's bottoms out of the way, but she was patient and would hold herself off for now. Instead, she just did the best she could, kissing, licking, sucking any flesh that came around her mouth. She would shake her head a bit as if motor boating Anne's cheeks, letting out soft and low moans that would send nice vibrations through Anne's most sensitive regions.

When Ashely felt Anne's fingers caressing her own, she knew that she was doing well. She heard Anne praising her, calling her a good girl before she felt her hand go through her hair before she felt her pressing her even deeper. There was no resistance from Ashely. She would only intensify her worshipping, licking and sucking hungrily now. The only problem was the deeper she went, the less air she had. She would have a battle within her mind to see which one of her needs was stronger. The need for pleasure, or the need for oxygen. Right now, it seemed that her need for pleasure was winning.

Ashely would reach her hands up and softly wrap around Anne's waist to try and pull her into a full smother, wanting to breathe in nothing but Anne's sent and taste by sealing her face as tight as possible into Anne's behind.

Anne was not accustomed to being worshipped like this, to having someone so dutifully submissive to her. It was intoxicating in a way that was almost disarming, and it would be all too easy for Ashely to exploit Anne's increasing distraction. But she had figured out by now that this was not some cunning play by a sensual vixen to tongue her way to victory. In fact, Ashely only pulled herself in deeper to each hold, sending a shiver up Anne's spine.

With one hand on Ashely's head, the other ran over the girl's arms as she reached up to hold Anne's slender waist. Biting softly on her lower lip, doing her best not to groan too loudly, she drew up one of her feet to slide it back until it brushed along Ashely's thigh and then pressed up between her legs. It was a little sample of rewards yet to come as she let the balls of her foot rub slowly against the girl's covered pussy. "D-don't pass out on me yet, slut. I'm mmmm not done with you." Shit talking was getting more difficult as more and more of her brain blinked off to focus on more carnal matters.

Ashely would continue worshipping Anne's ass like it was her job. She licked, kissed, and sucked all over her skin and bikini bottom as best as she could. She enjoyed the feeling of Ashely's hand on the back of her head, keeping her there even though if it weren't there, Ashely would still be face deep.

Ashely was starting to run out of air. Her vision was getting blurry and her head was getting dizzier and dizzier by the second, but she was a fighter in this sense. She would stay in there for as long as possible. She would hear Anne warning her not to pass out yet and Ashely only took that as motivation to worship more hungrily.

But first... Ashely was in dier need of air. She would loosen her arms around Anne's waist and stick her tongue out, licking in an upwards fashion before her nose found the top of Anne's crack where she was able to find fresh air. Ashely would take in a few deep breaths. She would try to get her mouth free so that she could say "Tell me when to submit mistress." before surprising everyone and going right back in, wrapping her arms around Anne's slender waist again, pulling her hips in tighter than before.

She would use her lips and tongue and voice to pleasure Anne as best as she could, worshipping her and making moans and groans into Anne's rear to send pleasurable vibrations against her nether regions. She wanted to pleasure Anne to her hearts content. If Anne wanted an orgasm, she could have one right now. If she wanted to wait, she could tell Ashely to submit and do so in another way. For now, Ashely was just stuck holding her breath and waiting to hear the words from Anne that she was allowed to submit.

It would take several more seconds before Ashely's words registered in Anne's brain, far too distracted by the girl's tongue worship to process them as they were spoken. Her back arched gently as her legs began to tremble with the muted pleasure of being serviced through her thin bottoms. It was agonizingly frustrating, but Ashely's persistence was unintentionally, or perhaps not so, scrunching up the white bikini bottoms and giving the girl access to more and more smooth skin. Luckily this wasn't an actual hentai match or Anne would be in a lot of trouble right about now.

Fingertips clutched and rubbed at Ashely's hair, pulling her in and then stroking approvingly in turns. Anne's hips were grinding of their own accord now. Anne wanted to cum, and from the shouts of the fans they wanted her to cum, too. But she knew that if she let herself go now she'd be a mess for the rest of the match. It was while struggling with this decision that the girl's words caught up with her. With a loud moan she'd grab a desperate handful of the back of Ashely's head and forced her face in as deeply as she was able, "Nnnn, submit to me, bitch." The words were nearly a growl, biting back how much she wanted to just let herself whimper and pant like a pillow princess.

Ashely continued to worship Anne to her best ability. This was not a malicious act. It was a sign of devotion. She wanted to give Anne whatever she wanted. She licked, kissed, and sucked on whatever smooth skin was nearest to her mouth, making soft purring sounds to vibrate nicely against Anne's sensitive regions.

She was surprised when she didn't get an immediate response from Anne after her offer of complete and utter submission, offering to submit whenever Anne requested. Ashely would use her best judgement and decide that Anne didn't want a submission yet, the way she was grinding on her face, caressing her fingers and hair, the moans she was letting out all seemed to be signs that Anne was enjoying herself.

After a few seconds, Ashely would let out a yelp into Anne's rear as she felt her hair get grabbed roughly. Ashely would be pushed face first as deep as she could possibly go. She would hear Anne telling her to submit and calling her a bitch. Ashely would let out a moan as the dominant and cruel words from Anne only turned her on and made her want to worship her more, but she must obey. Ashely would take a few more licks and kisses before softly patting her hand against Anne's hip, signifying her second submission for the night.

The second Anne felt the hand tapping out Ashely's completely voluntary submission she pulled herself away from that tantalizing tongue with a shrill gasp. One hand reached out to steady herself against the top rope while the other reached back to crassly pick out her bottoms as she panted for air herself. She was fleshed down to her chest and already left dripping wet, but technically she was winning, so that was what mattered. "Damn girl, you- huh... whew." She lost the thread of whatever she was trying to express, her thoughts still drifting a little.

Fanning her red cheeks she pushed herself off of the ropes and returned to the middle of the ring. Straightening her spine she did her best to regain some of her dominant bearing. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue she pointed to the canvas before her feet, "Come, slut. Let's see just how nasty you are."

Ashely would gasp and cough when Anne released her from the corner smother, taking deep breaths in. She would watch as Anne picked the bottoms out of her behind. The view made her mouth water. She would hear Anne start to say something before trailing off. Ashely simply sat there and watched as Anne fanned herself and returned to the middle of the ring.

Ashely was a submissive through and through. She wanted nothing more then to be thoroughly dominated by Anne and that was what she was working on. She watched as Anne straightened her spine, licked her lips and pointed to the floor in front of her. She would hear Anne's command. Most women would stand up and make their way over, some would even attack Anne for the insult. Not Ashely. She instead would get on her hands and knees and slowly crawl to the center, getting cheers from the crowd who sat behind her as well as the rest who were enjoying her behavior. She would make it to the center and sit on her knees, looking up at Anne with the most innocent look in her eyes. She waited for what was next, excited but patient. She was willing to go with whatever Anne threw at her.

Although she still wanted nothing more than to throw herself at Ashely like a rabid animal, she had to hold herself back just a little. A smirk played across her lips as she watched Ashely subserviently crawl her way to her on her hands and knees before setting onto her knees in front of her. She had clearly abandoned all pretense of this being a "match", and already being ahead in points that didn't sound too bad to Anne either. "Mmmm, such a good little whore."

Setting a bare foot on Ashely's chest she would shove her hard onto her back, moving to stand straddling her stomach before dropping heavily. Her saliva slick ass plants hard on her sub's stomach, smiling down at her prey with her legs spread wide. "Hmm, you are wearing too much clothing. I'm sure the audience would love to see your juicy tits and that delicious ass... we'll fix that soon enough."

Ashely would see the smirk on Anne's face. She would hear herself being called a good little whore. Her cheeks reddened and her eyes looked down as Anne's bare foot pressed against her chest. Ashely would then be shoved violently onto her back where she would lay still, looking up at Anne and awaiting what was next.

Ashely would watch as Anne stood above her with her feet on either side of her stomach. Anne would dropp down heavily onto Ashely's stomach causing the girl to cough and wheeze. She felt her own saliva against her stomach. The ass that she had just been worshipping shined under the arena lights as it sat upon Ashely's stomach. She also felt the wetness of Anne's crotch as she sat on her with her legs spread.

Ashely would hear Anne's disapproval of the amount of clothes Ashely was wearing. She was wearing too much. Her cheeks flushed red as Anne said the fans would enjoy seeing her body and that the clothing problem would be fixed soon. "Yes... Mistress..." Ashely would say, blushing deeper. She was making herself even more vulnerable, showing just how far she was willing to go in this submissive state. "I am yours... Do.. as you wish..." Ashely would say in her most submissive tone, feeling herself get wet just from the thought of whatever Anne had in store for her.