Tales of the Sex-LeagueLeticia Longati vs. Carmen Rosa (Bottom)(Before I begin I would like to thank

Tales of the Sex-League
Leticia Longati vs. Carmen Rosa (Bottom)

(Before I begin I would like to thank ‘EroticSensualBattle’ for his vote and for his ideas on how this battle should proceed. As I always say, your votes and you ideas count. Without them these posts would be dry and mechanical for me. If you like, Vote! It does not take that much and it adds incredibly to the story.  I hope you enjoy this one. - Thank you again.)

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It was a bright, cheerful Sunday early morning and the sun rays brightened up the bedroom of the sprawling yet still somehow still quaint ocean-side manor house. The bedroom carried a distinct touch of its owner, subtle yet indicative of the Latin culture of the mistress of the house. The carpet was a rich tapestry from Venice, the curtains whose delicate lace drifted in the warm summer breeze imported from Florence. There were marble statuettes and flower filled vases imported from Rome and Naples. There was a painting hanging across from the curtained 4-post bed. The painting displayed a romantic moment between a man and woman, secret lovers hidden in a moonlit garden. The art was stunning and detailed, almost lifelike. The man held the woman tightly in a loving embrace, her breasts pressing against his chest. It was an original, signed by the artist himself, not some cheap tourist’s copy.

The man in the painting was handsome, his lips red and warm across the woman’s offered cheek. He was slightly muscled with dark hair that curled gently along his shoulders. The woman was beautiful with long lustrous blonde hair, voluptuous and captured in fine detail by the painter. She had almond-shaped eyes which shone with an intense loving gaze.

Her lord and husband had presented her with this painting on their first anniversary.

A woman was on the bed, looking at a stack of photographs on top of a compact, collapsible laptop table. As in the portrait, she was far more than simply beautiful, and her skin shone golden in color. Her cat’s gaze narrowed down on a series of images that floated by on her laptop. Anyone who would have looked at those images would have gaped wide-eyed. The woman in those pictures, and her current rival, was named Carmen Rosa. She lay on a poolside chair sunning herself by the beach. The full splendor of her magnificent body was on full display. She was wearing a string pink bikini which hardly masked her massive firm tits which stood firm and proud. She had a superbly toned body but it wasn’t too slim, instead it was curvy and voluptuous.

Leticia loved being described as voluptuous, but she had always ensured that her fitness was not just left to chance. The softness of her body belying the firm muscle concealed beneath a supremely feminine appearance. She was not one of those hypocritical women who were jealous of women who had implants done, as this bitch most certainly had, but she knew that her own very natural pair were a match for any surgeon’s work, and her loving husband was immensely and vocally proud of it.

Leticia Longati was a strong, intelligent, and relatively progressive women who prided herself on her own power and will, but not one of those radical man-hating, hairy, cud-chewing feminists who hated confident and sexy men. She respected her husband, loved him in her own way, as he respected and loved her in return. Which was one of the reasons she had remained unbeaten, the ultimate Alpha bitch. The ultimate weapon in service to her husband’s growing empire.

She flipped through the rest of the photos, her eyes searching for the slightest weakness. There were five full-length videos of her soon-to-be opponent, each showing her easily dominating and crushing one woman after another in brutal sexual combat. The woman was a savage in bed. Aggressive and unforgiving. Not an opponent to take on lightly.

Leticia closed down the laptop, taking her morning cappuccino to her full pink lips, and picked up an envelope she had found on her bedside table. The picture was that of a man, handsome and lean yet having a superbly toned body. Handsome with the slightest dimples in his cheeks. Along with the picture was a long hand-written letter which simply said “I love you” in so many, many lovely words. Marco was her husband of five wonderful years. A man she respected deeply and a man who looked upon her with a fierce pride. A man who loved her sweet and loving nature, and who also knew well her other self. A sexual alpha who had clashed and dominated other women since the first days of her wild youth.

They were both pacifists in nature. They favored open discussion and friendly negotiation rather than open warfare but it when it came to their place, their power, the massive empire growing under their shrewd fingertips it seemed that every adversary they had encountered had his own personal Sex-fighter to challenge Leticia and her formidable reputation. It seemed that she simply attracted busty, gorgeous women who wanted nothing more than to compete with her sexually… and she had thrived on it. When it came, a very different woman - fiery, defiant, and fearsome - leaped out. His ‘Golden tigress’, Marco would say.

Carmen Rosa had sent her a quick and rather rude text several days before. ‘I am challenging you to a Sex-fight’, it read. ‘I am going to dominate your body and your cunt and prove myself to be your superior in every way. I will fuck you hard into senseless orgasmic jelly as revenge on behalf of all your victims.”

Leticia could have simply ignored it. She received a dozen challenges each week, after all. There was no reason to see this one as any different from the others. There was nothing to gain. No power or prestige, no great wealth or influence for her husband’s business interests. But for some reason the last line, about all her many victims, intrigued her. A quick search of her memory and the efforts of their family lawyer unearthed the fervor behind the woman’s challenge. It was many years ago, so far back that Leticia hardly remembered. One of her first matches, fought for her own place among the elites. That ferocious little woman with her ferocious dark eyes. That woman whom she had so easily crushed and brought to ruin, casting her from her life and pride, leaving her alone, unwanted, and destitute in the gutter where pathetic little whores like her belonged.

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Leticia paused for a moment before they began their battle. Around them the lustful crowd of elites cheered and ranted, their voices muted by the two inches of plastic which formed the small room that encompassed their erotic battlefield. Both women were far too experienced to take their eyes from the other, to glance into the milling crowds of well-dressed and perfumed sexual deviants that surrounded them pretending to be cultured ladies and gentlemen. By the end of their match, half would be fucking their partners raw even as the others masturbated freely, openly, in defiance of their feigned nobility. Marco would be waiting for her in the dressing room once she had finished with the slut. Ready to praise her, care for her, celebrate with her as the moment demanded. Her greatest and most cherished reward for victory.

“When I win, and yes when and not if, you will crawl back into the sewer you came from and never be seen again. I will allow you to retire without another word spoken of you. I will not use the vast resources available to me to bring you to ruin. Otherwise I will destroy you utterly - physically, mentally, financially - until you will be glad to sell what is left of your body for food in the filthy alleys. Just as I did to your whore of a sister.”

Cool as Carmen might appear, her heart was pounding in her chest, blood roaring in her veins, her muscles tightening. She was mentally urging the blonde bitch to make the first move.  Two minutes passed on in silence. Carmen was not afraid of this cunt. The blonde wouldn’t beat her, couldn’t beat her. She had battled her way to the top of her profession, her Sex-fighting career unmatched, the list of her victories for too long and one-sided for this soft aging bitch to even come close to her own immense sexual power. Carmen felt the start of a slow but intense sexual thrill burning from her core. Her body twitching in anticipation.

The brunette only nodded and said in a sultry voice, “I accept your terms. But when I win, and yes when and not if, then your world and position are mine. You will be the one cast into the gutter never to return. My sister was broken after your match. She died alone and cast off. Such will be your own fate and I will be sure to make you suffer twice the pain and indignities she was forced to bear!”

The crowd around them could plainly see that Leticia was the better composed as an angry flush of red rose in Carmen’s cheeks. The blonde decided to tease her opponent a bit before their battle began. She stepped back and slowly slid off her shimmering crimson robe, pausing as she revealed each sultry inch of her magnificent body. Carmen’s eyes were boring into her chest, roving around the swell of her massive breasts as she traced the woman’s movements. Despite her advertised softness, Leticia’s body was strongly muscled, her narrow, deep navel indenting her flat, bare belly. Her narrow waist curved out to wide, inviting hips. The crowd around them roared their appreciation as Leticia finally let the robe slide to the floor to pool along her smooth, firm calves.

Carmen let her robe fall as well. Her breasts were amazing. Perfectly shaped, high and firm, the size of ripe melons. She turned around and slowly presented herself to the crowd, which roared all the louder at the sight of her magnificent tanned and tattooed body. Her ass was perfect – heart shaped, firm and round, a perfect deep cleft separating her powerful ass-cheeks. Her complexion was dark and slowed with a savage sensuality which drove the men and women in the stands mad with urgent desire.

Deciding to go on the attack, Carmen turned and walked towards Leticia and slowly pressed herself along the blonde’s naked body. She slid her tongue out and ran it across her pinned opponent’s lips and across her jawline, repeating the motions as she drew a quiet sigh from Leticia’s lips, not kissing her, but teasing her. Slowly, sensuously, she began grinding herself into Leticia’s soft mound, moving in an unhurried but deliberate clockwise circle and then slowly counterclockwise. Her manicured fingernails slid along the blonde’s firm ass, pulling her into her movements. She did this for about a minute or two, teasing and nibbling at Leticia’s lips, and then slid back slightly and surveyed her work.

Leticia was breathing hard, her face flushed. She was aroused now and licked her lips, already missing Carmen’s teeth and tongue. Her eyes were hooded in lust and her breath came in warm, hungry gasps. She pressed forwards once more as Leticia began to slowly massage her own breasts, obviously aroused by their tongue and pussy play. The two women looked at each other, sizing each other up. On the surface, both women looked an equal match, but it would come down to each fighter’s sexual skill and stamina and which possessed the greater urge to fuck the other into mewling submission

Leticia shook out her gorgeous mane of golden hair and tossed it around slowly giving Carmen a show of her own. Her massive firm breasts shook with the motion and Carmen‘s eyes hungrily followed every bit of that motion.

From somewhere in the distance the League referee announced, “Rules. No fighting, no punching. This is not a catfight. This is a sex-fight and you can use your body to inflict pleasure in every way possible. Play fair but hard. You will go on until one of you gives up or collapses due to sheer exhaustion.”

Leticia smirked now, her composure back as she was delving into familiar territory. She was now on equal terms with this woman about to meet her in sexual battle. Carmen may have cause to be here, revenge always a noble endeavor, but this was her arena where only skill and determination would count and emotion, especially anger, was a weakness.

“You’re no match for me, you slut,” Leticia sneered. “I’ve destroyed more women than you can count. You will be no challenge.”

“I’m going to fuck you dry and screaming, you dirty cunt,” Carmen growled, her eyes heavy with heat and lust. “I’m going to make sure you’re too broken to walk when I’m done with you!”

The anticipation of the battle ahead had already made both women wet and their bodies hot with aggressive need. Leticia considered herself a sexual queen. She had dominated men and women. She had seduced politicians, their wives, their mistresses. She had made women crawl beaten and exhausted to their own men admitting that she was the superior woman. She had made seduction, sexual domination, her most powerful skill.

“Bitch,” Leticia shot back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard; you’ll have to crawl out of here fighting for your last breath.”

Carmen walked towards the bed passing Leticia without breaking eye contact and climbed on to the bed. She braced her back against the headboard and spread her legs wide, presenting her darkly furred cunt to her enemy. The women pushed themselves towards each other, their hot pussies already dripping, leaving a trail of pussy juice on the bed as they moved. Carmen smiled. Her dark eyes glowing wickedly and, bracing herself along the headboard with outstretched arms, spread her powerfully muscled legs in a direct challenge.
Both women stared down into their rival’s wet, throbbing pussy. Their clits swelled, eager to join in battle. Each licked their lips as they prepared to join in deadly cunt-to-cunt warfare.

“Come and get it, you fucking cunt,” Carmen whispered

“I’m going to crush you, you dirty bitch,” Leticia shot back.

“I’m not your bitch, your blonde whore,” Carmen snapped back. “Make me cum if you think you can. But I’m going to fuck your damned brains out long before that happens.”

The two women pushed themselves towards each other hot wit arousal. Their enormous but firm beasts swaying only slightly on their chests. They slid their legs over and under, locking each other into a deadly scissor position, twisting their hips to allow their burning pussies to slide withing inches of each other. The women’s furious eyes locked one final time…

There would be no sensual foreplay. The two women were not lovers. They cared nothing about pleasing the now-silent audience that surrounded them. This was sheer sexual rivalry and both women intended to bring the other to wailing, begging destruction by its end. They had both decided to forgo the foreplay, the clit licking, pussy fingering, breast grinding that was usually a part of such competitions. This would be a clit against clit battle to the death.

The women’s furious eyes locked one final time. Then, in response to some silent signal, both thrust their powerful cunts together, slamming into each other with all their power. Their engorged, wet pussy lips slapped together, sending a rush of sexual heat surging through their bodies. Their slits crushed tight, cunts pressing and flattening to each other with a savage hiss. Their pulsing clits rammed into each other, head to head, and exploded with ultimate ecstasy.

“OH MY GOD!” Carmen cried out, throwing back her head, her eyes shut tight as a massive wave of pleasure which arced through her. Her arms tensing across the headboard as her back arched, her spine twisting with the sudden surge of sexual release.

“FUCK! OH FUCK!” Leticia screamed, her perfect body shuddering with erotic electricity.
Their hips and asses began to jerk and ripple as they rammed their clits directly into each other. Their voracious cunts sucked tight to each other, their gaping holes sealed tight and locked like hungry mouths each trying to devour the other.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out, bitch,” Leticia grunted out, her eyes burning with desire gazing hot at Carmen as she pumped her clit.

“You fucking  whore,” Carmen shot back, her voice coming in breathless pants, “My cunt will suck yours dry. You will meet the same end as all the other sluts who have spread their legs with me. I’m going to make you pay or what you did to my sister!”

To the roar of the crowd, both women braced themselves with their muscled arms, pulled back their hips, then suddenly thrust their angry cunts directly into each other with a hard, wet splat of moist, sex-swollen lips. Their clits squashed tight, sending an explosion of erotic heat and electricity roaring through each of them, flowing from their bellies up into their swirling minds, filling their glorious bodies with raw ecstasy.

Carmen suddenly pulled back, raising her ass high and forcefully slammed down on to Leticia, launching herself at her blonde rival who was still caught blindly in throes of pleasure. Leticia unexpectantly found her on her back with Carmen firmly on top. The women’s heavy tits crushed into each other, pulling groans of pleasure from both; their bare, sweat-slick bellies slapped and rubbed. Their long bare strong legs twined and strained.

“You fucking bitch!” Leticia managed to shriek as she wrapped her arms around Carmen’s perfectly toned body

“it’s called sexual battle strategy, whore.” Carmen groaned as she fought to stay on top, grinding her body up and down over Leticia’s cock-taming pussy. Leticia was grunting with pleasure, the delicious sensation of her hard tits struggling with Carmen’s equally firm breasts was multiplying her sexual arousal to giddy levels.

Carmen twined her legs through Leticia’s, locking them in place, and sank her fingers into her opponent’s gorgeous blond mane, grabbing it in both fists and pinning the woman to the bed. She began grinding herself down into her gushing cunt, rubbing her tits around and around on Leticia’s own powerful, proud rack. The women’s nipples pierced and rubbed, digging into the sensitive flesh, sending shocks of electricity through their matching tits.

Their clits stabbed and dueled, fueling the mind-spinning sensations. Carmen’s toned belly slid across Leticia’s firm stomach, their legs interlocked and strained, thighs and calves pressing and caressing. The blonde wrapped her arms around Carmen and thrust back. She tried to imitate what the other woman was doing, but her position was hopelessly inferior.

She slid her tits against Carmen’s, slipping them in and out and around the brunette’s cleavage, and groaned with the electric pleasure that ripped through her nipples as they dug into Carmen’s hot flesh. Carmen leaned down as both beautiful women moaned in pleasure, gasping with sexual need as their bodies tried to burn the other’s to cinders. They lay cheek to cheek, groaning with the effort of their deadly struggle.

As seconds rolled into minutes, Carmen found her intense physical training becoming an asset, her stamina consistent and allowing her to keep thrusting without any show of fatigue. She worked her hips, rubbing her cunt-hair into Katarina’s lit, drilling herself into the blonde’s gaping hole. She worked her pussy down savagely, spreading her enemy’s darkly swollen lips with her own throbbing cunt. Leticia could only groan as she thrust weakly up to meet her attacker.

Carmen kissed down hard, her tongue pressing into Leticia’s mouth and robbing her of air. She broke the kiss suddenly, working their bodies together, grinding tits and cunts, rivers of hot sweat running from their yielding bodies. As the battle progressed, however, it soon became apparent to all that Leticia’s cries and moans were soaring louder and more frantic than Carmen’s.

The brunette sensed her opening and thrust her hardened sex-nub brutally down between Leticia’s quivering lips, rejoicing with a wild laugh as she felt it stab deep into the blonde’s hot, wet, and far too sensitive clit.

“Unnhhh, you goddamned fucking slut!” Leticia gasped, amazed and enraged by her opponent’s sexual gifts.

“You’re finished, whore!” Carmen moaned in reply. “I can feel your cunt giving way. Let’s see what you’ve got left.”

Carmen spread her legs, forcing Leticia’s thighs further apart. She leaned backward, aiming her clit directly at Leticia’s quivering nub. She began stroking her burning sex into her opponent’s engorged clit in clockwise and then anti-clockwise directions, hard and fast with devastating motions. She had ruined a dozen women with this attack and was more than confident in her ass thrusting ability.

Leticia gasped and screamed. Her hands spread on Carmen’s pumping ass and she held the powerful brunette in place as her clit slowly, deliciously melted to the sex of the other woman. The room echoed with the sound as their taut, wet, firm thighs slapped in rhythm.

“That’s it, whore,” Carmen cooed gasping with the effort of her continued assault, her will still in complete control of her body even as her sweat ran down her back and between her burning breasts in rivers, her long dark hair matted wetly along her shoulders, “Let me fuck you, let me fuck you good.”

Leticia suddenly shifted her strategy. Moving her mouth to Carmen’s earlobe and nibbling on it, she thrust her tongue into her ear at the same time latching her fingers to the nipple of Carmen’s left bread and twisting savagely. Her quick stab upward into the brunette’s cunt sent Carmen over the edge as she screamed, her shaking legs subtly loosening their grip on Leticia’s own. Carmen shuddered but managed to hold back her orgasm. She looked down at her trapped opponent, seeing Leticia’s smile as the woman forced her to howl like a banshee, twisting and torturing her nipples between sharp talons, as she felt her inner thighs soak with an intense sexual discharge of hot cunt-juice.

The brunette bucked and bridged her back, her body shuddering as a series of devastating erotic sensations rippled through her. Leticia held back for a full five seconds before going completely berserk with her grinding, nearly sending her opponent over the orgasmic edge. Carmen reared back in blinding ecstasy as Leticia continued her torturous assault, slicing her steaming clit across her enemy’s electrified nub.

Carmen tried to disengage, shocked to her core at her sudden need to retreat, but Leticia gripped her highs tight as her arms and legs slid around and held her tight. With a quick burst of strength, Leticia rolled their bodies over, assuming the dominant position as she went about her deadly work. The brunette’s eyes rolled wide as she gasped for breath, instantly realizing in a lightning burst of terror what had occurred.

The blonde had played her. Let her attack savagely and using all her strength as she had lain back and absorbed it all, moaning and groaning in exaggerated ecstasy as she had drained off all of her vaunted stamina. Now she lay beneath the blond, her over-taxed body dripping sweat, barely able to take a panting breath as Leticia tore into her nipples and began crushing her soaked cunt under her own. She tried to fight back, to regain control, but Leticia’s body was hard muscle despite her softness and weighed heavily down on her, impossible to move or shift. She tried summoning up some last reservoir of strength but it was no match or her opponent’s who had conserved every ounce of her power as she lay on her back throughout their fight while letting Carmen use up every bit of her own in her relentless attack.

When the end came it came spectacularly. Carmen’s wails echoed from the walls of the arena, sending a dozen cocks bursting hot cum deep into their partner’s shuddering cunts and forcing many of the wait-staff to find and tear into each other in an orgy of erupting cocks and gushing cunts. Leticia and Carmen lay tangled together on the bed, panting, their voluptuous bodies glistening with effort, the scent of their sex saturating the small plastic battle-chamber. Carmen had been defeated, overwhelmingly and completely, the brunette gasping fast, heavy breaths as the effects of a half-dozen forced orgasms tore her body to shreds.

But Leticia was just getting started.

The victorious blonde rolled off her opponent’s defeated body, breathing steadily, sat up, looked at Carmen sideways and purred playfully, “I have to admit. You were a bit tougher than your sister was. But in the end, you were no match for me. Still, I can’t have you out there plotting your revenge, can I? I am going to destroy you, slut. Physically, mentally, completely. A lesson to any who come after.”

Waving one elegant hand lazily she smiled and signaled for the piece-de-resistance as her loving and immensely proud husband entered the sex-scented chamber bearing her ultimate weapon of destruction. He kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly as she helped her strap it on, the brutal 10” dildo almost but not quite a match for his own. With a final word of adoration he turned and exited the arena, leaving his fierce Golden Tigress to her deadly work.