Erotic Fantasy
Narrated By
Emish

Angelika stretched out a long leg, admiring the sleekly rounded muscularity of her thigh and calf, enjoying the ripple and play of sinewy strength lurking just beneath the shiny black leather that encased her enticing limb. The leather fit her like a second skin, as if someone had sprayed liquid rubber over her sleek hips and long legs.

To her, it was a fetishistic fashion statement that served a purpose. She smiled as she thought of that purpose, and felt a quickening of her pulse. The dark haired woman was a sexual Dominant, an Alpha, and the black leather suited her perfectly. Now all that she had to do was find someone to dominate! It was time to cruise.

She arose from the bed upon which she had been sitting, unfolding her long, supple body with a feline grace. The woman moved across the bedroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror. She examined herself.

Angelika was a strikingly featured woman. Thick, jet-black hair cascaded down across her shoulders, the hair framing a face that was coldly beautiful. Dazzling green eyes were widely spaced beneath curved brows, sparkling eyes that held a hint of feline cruelity. A straight nose and high cheekbones completed her picture-perfect features. It was the juxtaposition of that beautiful face with such a sensuously muscled body that usually brought gasps of surprise from the lips of those that saw Angelika for the first time. Angelika delighted in the attention and was proud of the effort that had gone into producing that remarkable body!

She stood there gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a gleaming black leather halter that was tautly stretched over her melon-solid breasts. Below those magnificent breasts a flat belly and lean waist flowed into lithe hips encased within the slick leather pants. Her hips gave way to sculpted buttocks of solid symmetry. The haltered heavy breasts hung without so much as a hint of sag. The black strips just barely covered her areolae and did little to hide her jutting nipples. Her tits strained against the black leather; moving and flexing ever so seductively as she turned her strong shoulders this way and that.

No garment could hide the voluptuousness of Angelika's body, and this leather outfit only served to accentuate her athletic proportions to perfection.

Angelika admired herself in the mirror. Her dark eyes flashed in satisfaction. She was ready! She exuded unrestrained sexual power and raw, wild womanhood. She was a powerful pantheress on the prowl.

Angelika turned from the ornate wall mirror and smiled as her fingers caressed the leather. The shimmering black garment seemed to accent every cleft and curve of her superbly sculpted body.

As her long fingers idly carressed the sleek surface of the leather, her nipples started to harden in response. Her face became flushed as she moved her hands across her body. A familiar sensation began in the pit of her stomach. This sensation started to cord and knot into a tight ball that slowly flowed into her loins. She was becoming aroused, and wet.

The erotic play of her roving hands and probing fingers was making Angelika all hot and sweaty. Her superb body was alrady strumming with sexual energy. For an instant she considered reaching into the bedside table for a vibrator with which to pleasure herself.s But she needed human contact, not some electronic gizmo. It was time to prowl the streets to for someone to sate her ravenous sexual appetite. Throwing a coat over her sleek leather outfit, she went out into the night.

Angelika walked the deserted streets, idly peering into well-lit shop windows as she passed them, heading toward a neighborhood bar where she often found promising new 'playmates'. Her green eyes took in the expensive baubles being displayed in the shop windows, but that wasn't what turned her on. She was into people, not things. She turned the corner, and then stopped dead in her tracks.

Angelika tried not to stare, but it was impossible. The woman who stood not twenty feet away was simply magnificent!

Without even knowing it, the woman had managed to push all of Angelika's fetish buttons at once. She stood there quietly in the shadows, watching the other woman, with her heart thudding and her mouth suddenly dry. Angelika had found her prey.

Continuing to observe the mystery woman, Angelika's eyes traveled slowly up and down the curvy length of the other's splendid body.

Her legs were long, with firmly rounded calves that showed beneath the hem of her dress. They looked like the hard-trained calves of a ballet dancer. Angelika could only guess at the woman's thighs, concealed as they were by the clinging material of the dress, but from the outline of her thighs through the thin material they appeared to be sleekly muscled as well.

Angelika wondered what the woman's thighs would feel like, clamped tight and hard around Angelika's own powerful body, as she was squeezed within that sinewy prison of solid flesh. The erotic tingle that accompanied that thought was delicious.

The woman stood there, peering intently through the window glass at a dress draped upon a slender manikin. The look on the woman's face was pure hunger . . . mixed with a sadness that came from the realization that she could never fit into that slinky little cocktail dress.

For one thing, her shoulders were far too broad. For another, her solid breasts would certainly not permit that flimsy silken garment to hold them captive, at least not without a struggle. It was a dress for a skinny-assed fashion model, not her. She gave a sigh and turned away from the window, too quickly to let Angelika step further back into the shadows. Angelika knew instantly that the woman had seen her!

The woman stood very still, her eyes locked with Angelika's. There was no fear in her gaze. She was like some tawny lioness sizing up her intended meal. Her golden eyes glowed in the half-darkness and her wide lips curved into an insolent half-smile as she looked Angelika up and down.

The woman's husky voice purred out as she took a step toward Angelika. "So-ooo, what do we have here? Are you a, what do you call it . . . a peeping Thomas?" There was an accent that Angelika couldn't place. Probably European. Maybe Scndanavian.

Angelika knew that she was busted. No use in trying to bluster her way out of this. The woman knew damned well that Angelika been staring at her with total lust gleaming in her eyes. The only question now was what the other woman was going to do about it.

Thinking quickly, Angelika said to her: "Great beauty always transfixes me. It is, after all, my job . . . beauty, that is".

The woman cocked her head questioningly, the smile tugging at her lush lips, those golden eyes smoldering.

"Your job? And what is it that you do, other than peeping at people behind their back" she said in a low voice, as smooth and rich as cream in coffee,

Angelika flushed. Trying not to react to the woman's sarcasm, she replied. "I'm a photographer. I take pictures for a living, mostly fashion stuff, runway models"

"Ah-hhh, so you take pictures of young girls suffering from anorexia nervosa. So, is that your type, your criteria of beauty? You like skinny women, is that it?" she asked softly in a husky voice.

The big woman simply smiled at Angelika without humor. "Oh I think that I'll make it my business, Leather Girl."

This was not going well at all, mused Angelike as she bit back an angry retort. Hey, she was supposed to be the Dominant here, not this other woman. And thinking with her hot emotions instead of her mind, Angelika decided that she'd better establsh her Alpha position right here and now. She stepped forward and stuck a long finger against the other woman's shoulder, poking her as if making a point. "Look, Bitch, you don't know anything about me - not what I like or don't like, who I allow to do business with me, or any other damned thing. So back off, if you know what's good for you!"

The blonde gave her a brilliant smile, one that lit up her whole face in an expression of sheer joy. "Oh, goodie," she chuckled. "Does that mean you intend to put me in my place, to teach me a lesson? I think that I'd like that, very much. But you might not like the way it turns out. Remember, you are not the only one with muscles! I, too, am an Alpha Amazon . . . so shall we see who is the dominant?"

Angelika felt a quick stirring of erotic desire as she considered the woman. For all of her powerful physique, the woman was sleekly curved in all the right places. Angelika played a fantasy on the screen of her mind, one that featured she and the woman locked in each other's arms and grappling legs. Yes, she thought , she was did indeed want to test her strength with the other woman - the other Amazon.

Angelika's eyes slid up one of the woman's arms; measuring the rounded strength of a hard bicep, testing the sculptured hardness of a deltoid, glorying in the muscular breadth of her shoulders. Her eager eyes moved back down to the narrow waist and lithe hips. Although Angelika couldn't actually see her flat belly, I knew that the woman's abdominals were ridged with strongly etched sinew. And then, of course, there were those long, powerful legs. Angelika found herself wondering if the woman was stronger than she was. . Despite her best intentions, Angelika felt herself becoming wet.

As if reading her mind, the woman gave Angelika an icy smile; amused, dangerous , and said in a quiet voice, "When one strong woman meets another, it is customary to determine which is the Alpha Female. Do you agree to a test of strength?

Angelika knew instantly what the woman meant by a "test". It would be an all-out strength-match . . . and Angelika nearly fainted from the thought of tangling in nude-muscled erotic combat with this mysterious woman of the night. She also smiled inwardly at the other woman's choice of words, quite old fashioned speech that somehow seemed appropriate to the subject matter under discussion.

Without another word, the woman beckoned Angelika with a crooked finger and started off down the street.

"I live near here," murmured the woman over her shoulder. "It's a place where we won't be disturbed, where we can challenge one another in private."

Angelika nodded her head in silent agreement. She didn't trust herself to speak. She was usually the aggressor, but now she found herself almost a submissive . . but that wouldn't last for long, Angelika thought to herself with a quiick shiver of excitement.

While Angelika was lost in thought, the other woman stopped abruptly at a stairwell leading downward eight steps to the dingy door at the bottom.

Angelika saw a solid steel door beneath the camaflague of dirt and the detritus of years of unuse. It looked suspiciously like a bankvault door at closer glance. The woman raised an arm to press her bare hand upon the psychometric devise set into the steel. At her touch, the door whished open soundlessly.

The woman hurried forward, giving Angelika a quick nod to follow her. Angelika was practically riding the other's curvacious butt as it was, and needed no encouragement to follow this mysterious female inside.

In Angelika's mind she was imagining the erotic foreplay that two strong females sometimes engage in before they actually matched holds, the tentative touch of bare bodies, letting muscle ripple and flex against silky flesh as they came together body against body.

Still deeply caught up in her fantasy, Angelika played out a mind-movie once again. She was locked with this mysterious Mistress of the Dark, as the two women experimented with their roving fingertips to judge the hard-curved muscularity and strength in one another's bodies. They pushed against one another, breast-to-breast, belly against flat belly, with their fingers entertwined, locked and straining to bring down the other's arm. In quivering stalemate, they lay their heads upon each other's shoulder, already gasping for breath with the intensity of their effort . . . WHOA! Wait a minute here. It was a wonderfully erotic fantasy. BUT FIRST . . . .

Angelika's attention was distracted by the scene in which she found herself. It was gloomy, but with enough warm torchlights to illuminate the interior. TORCH LIGHTS? As she looked more closely it became evident that these were quite large lightbulbs molded to look like freddish-yellow flame. This anteroom faced a doorway through which Angelika cold see a large room that was as bare as a monk's cell - - except for the thick satiny mat that stretched wall-to-wall. One look at that silken wrestling mat and Angelika knew WHAT this woman was: she was a Princess of Pain!

"Who are you?" demanded Angelika

"My given name is of consequence. You, however, may call me Mistress.

Angelika gave a snort, squared her sinewy shoulders and drew herself to her full height. "I call no woman mistress, nor a man my master, until she or he has won such respect in combat. "

The powerful Amazon gave her a smile . "Oh, I'll wring that respect out of you soon enough", she murmered. Without another word The Mistress began kicking off her shoes and wriggling out of her skirt at the entrance to the room. Next, she slipped those broad shoulders free of her blouse. She wore no bra, no panties. She stood there gloriously nude. When finished stripping for action, The Mistress stepped into the dimly lit room and turned to look at Angelika, who was still standing in the anteroom, her startled eyes glued to the muscular figure of the other woman.

"Welcome to my most private of all places. That you are here means that you are one of only a select few people I have ever invited to wrestle with me. We will not be heard, and we will not be bothered by anyone until one or the other of us has emerged victorious. So step into my cave, if you dare!"

Her cave? This stage setting for their test of strength was more and more appealing. Angelika was already shedding her leather clothing, freeing up her limbs for action, all while staring at the other woman who stood there waiting for Angelika to walk across the threshhold and into the mat-floored room. Like The Mistress, Angelika wore nothing under the leathers but her bare skin. As Angelika was slipping out of her clothing, the other woman's eyes took in Angelika's muscularity and obvious strength.

Actually, the "took in" part was a lot more than that. The woman's dark eyes drank in the magnificense of Angelika's body, lingering over every curve and the etched muscularity that clothed those sleek curves. The Mistress was becoming aroused. But so was Angelika.

By now, Angelika was in the room and facing the other woman across the padded mat. The room was cast in semi-darkness, except for the torchbulbs flickering glow. The torchlights reflected back from the satiny flesh of the two females. There was already a sheen of perspiration gleaming on their naked bodies. Each seemed to realize at the same time that this female test of strength was going to be different than either of them had experienced in the past.

The thought of that sent a shiver of excitement through both women. For Angelika, the thought seemed to send arotic sensations like jolts of electricity rippling through her, and the young woman could feel the beginning quiver of arousal. And they had not yet touched!

As they circled slowly like a pair of jungle cats, each could sense the other's sleek strength, and each was eager to test the other to see who was going to be Alpha.

"Come on, let's see what you've got!" challenged Angelika. I want to get down on the mat with you, right now!"

And as the other woman moved forward, Angelika moved with a blur of speed, catching the Amazon off-guard. Angelika slid a hip into her opponent's body; lifted, swiveled and threw the woman with a perfectly executed hip-toss onto the mat. She followed the other woman down to the mat, but The Mistress twisted away and they both crawled quickly to their feet. They faced one another with more respect now, realizing that their first test of strength strength was inconclusive, other than the fact that Angelika had won the first throw. But that wasn't what this contest was all about.

They moved forward across the expanse of the mat, padding slowly toward one another, bare arms stretched wide to receive the other in a bearhug, fingers beckoning each other to meet flesh-to-flesh. muscle against muscle. And they both exploded into action with the first hint of movement in the other.

One second the two women were locked together in a standing bearhug, and the next instant they were down on the mat, stretched out against one another as each tried to scissor the other between eager thighs. They were a sweat-slippery ball of hard-muscled arms and legs, glued to one another as they wrestled with the ferocious feline strength that often manifests itself in a battle between two woman. And yet, this was far removed from a 'cat fight'. It was a hard-muscled struggle for supremacy, an all-out Alpha contest of strength.

Angelika was on top at that moment, seemingly held in place not so much from her own grappled holds as by the Amazon's headlock. The Mistress had brought both arms up and around Angelika's neck, her fingers and hands clasped, clamping down on the vicious hold with all her strength. She pulled Angelika's muscular body down against her and tried to regain her scissors, but Angelika quickly slid her legs outside and under The Mistress' in a grapevine. Anelika's long legs slowly spread the woman's thighs apart with her hooked feet until the Amazon lay trapped beneath her.

Angelika loved the feel of the other woman's sweat-slippery body against her own. She could feel the ripple and play of The Mistress' muscles, feel the firm thrust of the woman's naked breasts. the ridged hardness of her steely abdominals . . . but most of all she thrilled at the touch of the Amazon's softly furred venus mound grinding against her own.

The Amazon twisted like a slick eel under Angelika's supple weight, trying to buck Angelika off of her. But Angelika rode her, clinging to her like a bareback rider atop a bucking horse . She lost her grapevine, but quickly wrapped her powerful thighs around the Amazon in one of favorite holds . . . a submission scissors.

Angelika grinned down at her adversary. She had her! No one, man or woman, had ever gotten free of that hold. In her mind at least, Angelika had already won their contest of strength. Angelika found herself a little sad that their wrestle had lasted so short a time, and that in another few seconds she would emerge from this contest victorious, but not sexually satisfied.

The Amazon, however, had other plans. She bridged upwards, heaving her body aloft, then suddenly twisting in mid-air, letting herself drop down so that Angelika smashed into the mat on her back, the air knocked from her, now locked beneath the Mistress. The tables had been turned with stunning swiftness!

Now THIS was wrestling . . . thought Angelika to herself. Never had she met a stronger woman, never had she met a woman who could turn her on so completely. And she could tell from the gleam of excitement in The Mistress's dark eyes that she was equally aroused. So what now, Angelika wondered?

They lay there on the sweat-slippery mat, locked together as one. The two women looked to be frozen in place, not moving, except for the ripple and quiver of straining muscles. But immobilized as they were, they never quit struggling to clasp the other in a submission hold that would determine who was Alpha. Each was panting heavily, their lungs striving to feed oxygen to their starving muscles.

Angelika reached deep within herself and poured even more strength into her scissors, clamping her powerful thighs even tighter around The Mistress' sinewy waist. With a groan of effort, Angelika reached up and slid one muscular arm around The Mistress's neck and locked the hold in place. She pulled the beautiful woman to her with encircling arms and her scissoring legs. The Amazon turned her head so that her hot breath panted against Angelika's cheek, her lush lips only scant inches away from Angelika's.

Without warning, The Mistress' turned her head and her mouth clamped down hard on Angelika's in a savage kiss. The woman's hard tongue wrestled with Angelika's, sucking hard, holding her opponent's mouth glued to hers by suction. With her free arm, Angelika brought a hand down to The Mistress' hard-curved buttocks, gripping the yielding flesh tightly, amazed at the resilient musculature that flexed against her hand. Angelika pulled The Mistress sharply against her with her cupped hand, while at the same time clamping down on her scissors-hold.

The two strong female bodies strove against one another, more like a pair of lovers than fighters. Their naked bodies slid against one another as they strained together, hard-flexed muscles and smooth flesh rubbing and sliding tightly together, all lubricated by the drenched sweat that filmed their struggling bodies.

Angelika's sleek hips pumped up and down like a piston against the Amazon's body which was captured between Angelika's scissored legs. The Amazon's pelvis provided a hard but yielding surface for Angelika's labia to press against. Angelika slowly rubbed her already moisten pudenda up and down against that of her opponent's. With every squeeze, with every hard thrust of vulva against vulva, she could feel her clit growing larger and stiffer. And so was the Amazon's!

The rhythm of their movements slowed, less pounding and more grinding. The friction was all these embattled women needed to reach a masturbatory orgasm. It was the same kind of labial friction that always brought Angelika to a thunderous climax. It was one reason she loved to wrestle in naked erotic combat with an equally muscular opponent, just as she was doing now!

And she soon realized that the Amazon locked against her was experiencing the same arousal. But as she had already told herself, it was too early for sex! First, she needed to prove herself as the dominant, to win the position as Alpha Female.

It was at that very second that the two women unexpectedly gave up their holds around one another and fought loose to crawl across the mat to safety. Angelika knelt there on the mat, chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath.

Angelika looked across the mat at The Mistress, who was still on hands and knees as she gasped for breath. Her eyes met Angelika's, and a thin smile creased her lush lips.

"It appears that I guessed correctly about you," she murmered. "You are indeed a worthy opponent." With that, she crawled to her feet and faced Angelika across the wide mat, hands on sleek hips, waiting.

The Amazon's nipples were aroused and hard, her tits solidly curved and heavy. She, too, was wet at the crotch, aroused by their wrestle. The Amazon had never been so turned-on by another woman, as she was by Angelika. This titanic test of strength was beyond what either of them had expected when they had first locked holds. And now that their naked bodies were comfortable with one another, had tasted of each other's strength and wrestling ability, their contest was about to enter a new phase.

The Mistress stared across the mat at the other woman, her eyes traveling slowly up and down Angelika's naked body. She found herself wondering what that magnificently muscled body would have felt like locked against hers if Angelika has left on her leather pants. The soft leather would be hot and tacky by now, drenched from their sweat, and would feel so sexy against the Amazon's overheated flesh. Like Angelika, the mysterious Amazon also had an erotic leather fetish. Perhaps, thought The Mistress, another time, another wrestle!

Angelika, almost as if reading the Amazon's mind, climbed back to her feet, ran her hands across her powerful body to wipe away some of the slick sweat, and moved across the wide expanse of the mat toward where The Mistress stood awaiting her in that shadowy cave of a room.

There was no preliminary sparring this time. The two warriors met in the middle of the mat, locked holds, and began straining together, each trying to gain an edge over the other. They had both stepped into a standing embrace, their muscular arms twining around one another in dual hugs. The Mistress tightened her bear hug, adjusting her grip until one hand was gripping her other wrist, locking the hold even more tightly. She was treated to a quick gasp of pain from Angelika's lips.

Angelika knew that she must counter that devilish hold quickly, and so she replied with a bear hug of her own. She dug the fist of her clenched hands deep into the solid muscle of The Mistress' lower back, squeezed hard with her powerful arms, and was rewarded with a whoosh of escaping breath as the air was driven from The Mistress' deep chest.

Now both women were pouring every single ounce of strength into their bear hugs. The chins were resting on each other's shoulders, cheek-to-cheek, breath gusting and panting as they put even more pressure into their holds. They appeared to be joined at the waist; their sleek hips grappled tight, thighs locked and straining, bodies plastered together. Sweat trickled down between their naked breasts whose hard nipples jousted with one another. The feel of solid breasts pressing and rubbing together was almost more than either woman could take without screaming out in sexual frustration.

Although neither woman relaxed her grip, they leaned back until each could see the other's face. Their hair was by now wet and plastered to their skulls, their eyes wide and shining with intensity as they gazed at one another. The Mistress suddenly smiled, her full lips stretching over white teeth in a rictus grin.

"You wrestle well!", the mysterious Amazon murmered. "I haven't felt this aroused from a contest of strength in years! Shall we see where it leads?" she asked with a lazy, preditory gleam in her lioness eyes.

Angelika, for her part, took that moment of distraction and twisted in the clasp of her opponent's sweat-slick arms, reached up to lock an arm around the woman's neck, dipped her shoulder, and threw The Mistress in a flailing arc onto the mat. This time when Angelika followed her opponent down to the mat she leaped upon her before The Mistress could scramble way.

Angelika quickly glued herself full-length against the Amazon's muscular body, grapevining the woman's long legs and spread-eagleing The Mistress' arms, pinning them to the mat. She rode the heaving body beneath her supple weight, while the Amazon bucked and lunged like some wild mare in heat. Angelika hunched her wide shoulders, using all of her considerable strength in holding the Amazon's wrists pinned to the mat. Groaning in frustration, The Mistress fought savagely to take away Angelika's advantage.

The dark haired wrestler looked down at her blonde opponent. "Do you give?" Angelika asked, knowing what the blonde Amazon's answer would be. There was still fight left in the other woman, this was not yet over.

Almost without realizing what she was doing, Angelika lowered her head and pressed her lips onto the Amazon's. It was a hard, feverish kiss. Their tongues wrestled and jousted with a wildness of their own, even as their two naked bodies grappled tightly together. Angelika moved her mouth from The Mistress' and began nibbling and lapping slowly along the other's columnar neck, tasting the salty sweat, smelling the musky odor of the other woman. Her lips felt the curved strength of the Amazon's hard-flexed deltoid, then slipped downward until they made contact with the satiny bulge of the woman's strongly molded bicep. The Mistress' arm surged with sudden strength, bulking up against the other's searching lips, giving silent evidence of the Amazon's massive power.

Angelika gave a quick gasp of pleasure and pressed herself harder against the naked body beneath her own. Once again their venus mounds ground together, hips pounding and bucking, as if the two bodies were trying to become one. With a frenzied cry, the Amazon bridged upward and twisted hard, unseating Angelika from atop her. Surprisingly, The Mistress did not merely roll over until she was on top, but rather she flipped her big body in midair so that the two females were now head to toe in a classic 69 position.

The Mistress reached down and cupped the twin hard globes of Angelika's butt, pulling herself downward until her lips were poised over the now wet lips of Angelika's vulva. Her face was tickled by Angelika's curly triangular mat of thick pubic hair as her tongue pressed and nuzzled its way into Angelika's vaginal cleft. With increasing urgency, she nibbled at the hard nubbin of Angelika's clitoris, all the while probing ever more deeply into the woman's steaming, wet tunnel. It was at that exact moment that The Mistress felt an excited set of lips begin pleasuring her own vagina. The sexual battle was now thoroughly joined!

After several moments the two women rolled apart, breaking the 69 position in which they had been locked together. Immediately, they joined back together, but this time facing one another as they lay full-length in a tangle of limbs. Their lower bodies were hard locked, cunt hair tangled, clits engaged in their own wrestle. Their hips began to pump, moving as if to the rhythm of that most erotic of all music - - Maurice Ravel's "Bolero". Their two nude bodies were locked together so tightly that it was difficult to tell which straining limb belonged to which wrestler. They were a squirming lump of over-heated flesh, so drenched with sweat that they were nearly too slippery to gain any lasting holds on one another. So they were content for the moment to merely girl-fuck.

The continued pumping of their hips kept the joined clits in a state of constant ecstatic explosiveness, incredibly sensitive sex nubs pulsing as the long-awaiting climax roared down upon them.

The Mistress suddenly cried out, gasping with pleasure as Angelika's now completely engorged clit hit a spot of intense sensitivity just inside The Mistress's vagina. It was as if she was being penetrated by a stiff little cock.

"Oh, you cunt!" gasped the Amazon, hating the pleasure that Angelika's probing clit was providing, but not wanting her to stop.

"You fucking slut," exclaimed Angelika between her clenched teeth."I'll make you cum before I'm done with you. That's what you want, isn't it? I'll show you who is the dominant around here, who is the Alpha Female."

Angelika continued riding the woman, swiveling her powerful ass with every pump of her hips, driving her stiffened clit further into the Mistress's love tube with every stroke. She fucked the woman like a man; hard and pounding, pumping away with full strength, slick sweat drenching both their bodies as they strained and heaved on the mat.

"Give it up, Bitch," panted Angelika. "I've got you now, why don't you admit that I'm the Dominant, huh?"

However, The Mistress wasn't beaten yet. The sweat-slippery locked atop her heaved upwards with the intention of slamming back down upon the Mistress, but in that split second the blonde dominantrix slid downward beneath Angelika's body. She suddenly wrapped both arms around Angelika's powerful hips, flipped both of them over until she was on top, swooped down, and plunged her face into the woman's thickly matted crotch. Her tongue dove into Angelika's vaginal cleft until it could wrap around the thickly protruding clit. Her lips joined in, sucking and nibbling at the swollen organ.

"Oh God-dddddd!" screamed Angelika, caught completely by surprise at this newest "hold" that The Mistress had applied in their erotic wrestle. The Amazon's muscular arms pulled Angelika's heaving hips upward, giving a new angle of penetration to her lips as they continued to attack Angelika's steaming pussy. As the first slight contractions of an orgasm began, Angelika suddenly wrapped her powerful thighs around the Amazon's head. The Amazon found herself locked within Angelika's muscular vise of flesh, those steely thighs trapping her like the coils of a jungle python. The Mistress did the only thing she could do . . . she bit down hard on the clit that still filled her mouth. Angelika threw her head back and gave a surprised scream, released her scissors around the Amazon's head, and rolled quickly away across the mat.

Angelika knelt on the mat, glaring at The Mistress who still lay there only a few feet away. "So-oooo, you want to fight dirty, huh?" exclaimed Angelika.

"No!" replied the Amazon, shaking her head. "I momentarily forgot myself in the heat of battle. Let's stick to wrestling . . . at least until I have proven myself to be your Mistress!"

But despite the denial, both lusty women know that the tempo and style of their wrestling had just changed dramatically. It was now an entirely new contest.