No Price Too High: Bound for the Long Carnal Night

NO PRICE TOO HIGH: Girl vs. Girl Oil Wrestling; Auction!
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Lance followed Alexxi to mid ring where she faced Geisha, backed by her manager, a furtive, short, wild-eyed looking woman whose off-putting lip-licking habit seemed almost like Tourette’s disorder. Lance assumed it was more likely an overly-healthy appetite for sexy, bikini-clad women, and perhaps blood-lust for a vicious cat fight between the two glistening, oily bodies in the ring.

“Alright, girls,” Sully said, low enough not to be heard by the audience, “I do not need to tell you that NO holds are barred! Give it a good down and dirty run, you two. Managers: you just keep ‘em greased up and fighting mad!”

Turning to the crowd, Sully bellowed, “Okay! Let’s give Alexxi in the black and Geisha in the green a big fuckin’ hand, and may the best girl win!”

Lance and Geisha’s manager moved to their corners and ducked out of the ring. The action was on immediately! Alexxi and Geisha squaring off with each other was eye candy of the richest, most savory flavor! They might as well have been nude in their scant bikinis. Alexxi’s crocheted number left even less to the imagination, but, who felt like imagining any how? Except to be up there wrestling with the girls himself or herself.

Round one was fast. The two locked up, and Alexxi had Geisha on the mat on her back with a cross-leg trip take-down almost immediately. She went for an instant pin – a sexy high schoolgirl pin that had Geisha’s arms stretched straight up above her shoulders, next to her ears, with Alexxi’s long firm thighs pinioning Giesha’s upper arms tightly against her ears. There was no escaping it. With Geisha’s arms totally immobilized and all of Alexxi’s weight pressing on her sternum, her crotch right up against Geisha’s chin, the stunning Asian had no leverage, no way out. Alexxi didn’t even have to use her hands. She crossed her arms under her big round boobs, forcing more of those firm orbs to spill over the skimpy bikini top, and looked down at Geisha’s trapped face. She whispered something to Geisha, and the pinned beauty smiled, turned her head toward one of Alexxi’s thighs, and licked and kissed at it, showing appreciation either for her opponent’s sexiness or victory, or both. Sully was on his belly checking Geisha’s shoulders and began slamming his hand on the mat with his count: “One…two…three…four…five…six…seven! Break! Pin to the black!”

Alexxi took a good ten seconds to let Geisha up, lifting her thigh a bit to let the defeated girl worship the flesh near the back of the knee. The crowd went wild with cheers and cat calls. “Great start!” Lance yelled. “Keep up your guard now!.”

Alexxi jumped up to her feet, and Geisha followed suit as if nothing had happened. They were at it again. The round was over quickly with Alexxi winning two more pins – one with a conventional cross-body upper chest pin that thrust her left breast hard onto Geisha’s mouth, and a vicious scissor across geisha’s solar plexus that had her writhing and screaming as Alexxi convinced her that her powerful thighs could cut her in half. Geisha tapped out for a technical pin loss. During the cross-body pin, everyone could hear Alexxi tell Geisha, “Do it!” And, she did – she lipped and lapped at Alexxi’s nearly bare breast with loud suckling sounds that drove the audience wild with cheers and screams. Lance grinned through it all like the proverbial Cheshire cat and fingered his bare nipples with a thumb while manhandling his basket roughly with his other hand. It was cool – the couple who’d been watching in underwear with the guy straddling the girl’s ass had started to fuck, lying down doggy style, while screaming in unison, “Get her, Alexxi! Make her swallow it down!”

At the bell, Lance jumped into the ring and forced an embrace on Alexxi as she strode over to her corner, waving to the crowd. “That was fuckin’ hot, baby!” he told her, taking just a second to grind his hard basket against her bikini bottom. He sat her down on the stool and rubbed her shoulders.

Breathing so hard that her ribs became visible with each breath, Alexxi played to the crowd, blowing kisses, winking, and waving to her fans only to be caught up in her manager’s embrace. On the other side of the ring Geisha was showing off her muscles and letting fly a few martial arts moves. The impressive part to Alexxi was that she did not wind up on her butt while jumping around on the slick plastic mat.

With a low moan, Alexxi arched into him as he ground against her, “You spoil me,” she purred softly, as if reluctant to eschew the cuddling for the comfort of the stool and a rub-down.

“Haa! You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, tigress!” he told her. He guided her to the stool. Grabbing the bottle of oil, he hosed her down as she sat, then stood over her and rubbed the oil quickly all over her, sparing no opportunity now to feel her up fervently. His long fingers slithered under the bikini top as he oiled her chest and midriff; then poked into her bikini bottom as he rubbed down her abs; he pulled her to standing and turned her against the ropes to rub down her back, squeezing her buns with his hands as he worked down and fingering her ass crack as if she had nothing on at all.

Not for the first time, Alexxi considered what a gravy job this was, though wrestling with the other girls was more work than play. She would take on female clients for the right price, but it was not her natural inclination, so the fondling was more for the crowd, playing on her intrinsic need to show off and desire to be worshipped.

Speaking of which – Lance was doing a very nice job of showing his regard, maybe even a little too good, she thought as his long fingers stroked down the cleft of her ass. He was going to maul her when he had the chance… and pay dearly for the privilege. The idea had her spreading her legs a little as she leaned over, raising her hips a bit higher as she held on to the ropes for support. While he couldn’t have her she would play the wanton so that when the time came he would be willing to do anything, pay anything to fulfill the fantasy that rubbing her slick eager body conjured up.

The bell rang, and Lance gave Alexxi a good slap on her butt. “Go get her, you beast. Haaa! Get her good!”

Round two was much like the first, although Geisha won the first pin with the same high schoolgirl pin that Alexxi and lain on her in the first round. Alexxi lost well – she kissed and licked at both of Geisha’s inner thighs, and made satisfying moans all the while. She recovered with a roll-up schoolgirl pin and another tap-out with a punishing camel clutch in which Alexxi squat-sat on Geisha’s butt and locked her hands under her chin, pulling up on it. Geisha tapped out almost immediately.

Round three found Alexxi winning handily with a bent arm schoolgirl straddle pin, another tap-out scissor, and a sexy-looking grapevine pin that had the crowd on their feet, almost hysterical with pleasure. Geisha got a mouthful of tit to suck and kiss during the pin.

Round four exploded. Early on, as the lithe wrestlers rolled around on the floor, Geisha ripped Alexxi’s bikini top off and tried to whip her ass with it. Alexxi managed to overpower the smaller girl, forced her onto her back and straddled her waist and proceeded to rip her top off. She slid up Geisha’s body, forced the wadded up green top into her mouth, and planted her crotch up on Geisha’s mouth. While pinning Geisha’s arms down with her hands grasping her wrists, Alexxi ground on Geisha’s mouth, laughing and moaning in pleasure while Sully counted her out. Geisha lost two more pins to Alexxi, and the final round was pending.

As Alexxi sauntered toward her corner during the break, Lance moved her stool away from the corner and motioned for her to sit. He stood behind her, squatted down with his legs spread wide and pressed his crotch fast against her back, and looked over the top of her head down onto her heaving proud globes. God did she have the finest boobs he had ever seen. He hosed her front down with oil and reached around her to work it into her flesh. He spent the entire time rubbing it into her tits, squeezing and fondling them, kneading them, teasing her nipples, pulling on them gently and pressing back on them. He held her fast with his thighs gripping the sides of her hips, his crotch smashed against her back. “You are too much, Alexxi,” he whispered. “Just wait til I get you alone later!”

Later she would want to punish him for such a display, but just now she encouraged it, writhing with graceful wantonness: arching her back so that her greasy hair hung over his shoulder, her breasts pressed into his hands, her tailbone shifting against his pelvis as she ground in circles against the stool, her hands rubbing her own thighs and belly. This was for the crowd as much as for Lance – there was a room full of potential customers to tease.

Turing her face into his neck, she gave him a low laugh, “Too much? Would you prefer the shy virgin, Lance?” Her laugh became a chuckle, “Personally I think you’ll like the warrior better… she’s much more fun to play with.”

“Damn right! No argument there,” he agreed as he gave her tits a final squeeze and rose, rubbing his serious erection up her back as he pulled out of the squat.


The bell rang. The round took longer than the others, with the girls obviously putting on a righteous nude wrestling show that titillated the crowd no end. There was more slipping and sliding and humping and tit-to-tit rubbing than actual wrestling, and both girls took fairly even turns worshipping each other’s tits, tummies, legs, abs, and crotches with their mouths and tongues. Ultimately, Alexxi pressed two schoolgirl pins, followed by a hot grapevine pin. As Sully called out “seven,” the two girls kissed, deeply, savagely, as Alexxi continued to hold Geisha down and wriggle her hips on top of her.

The match was over. Alexxi dismounted Geisha, helped her to her feet, and the two took a deep bow to the cheering crowd. They stood there, hand-in-hand, panting from honest exertion, glistening with oil that dripped from the summits of their erect nipples, chests heaving and abs undulating with post-fight excitement.

Their managers came to collect them. Lance put his arm around Alexxi’s waist and raised one of her arms in victory, then led her to her corner. He backed her into it, put his arms on her shoulders, and stared into her eyes. “You did great, Alexxi! Congratulations,” he told her with sincerity. “You looked so fine out there. I have a feeling you’ve got some moves and tricks up your, uhm, sleeve that you didn’t use. Saving the best for me, are you?”

Flushed from exertion and victory, Alexxi’s eyes were glittering with good humor, “Scared of losing to a girl, Lance?” She taunted, raising on brow salaciously.

“Scared? Haaa!” he laughed. “Tell you what – if I’m scared of you, you’d better be petrified of me. I’m going to whip your ass to the coastline, bitch! You’re in for it now!”

Laughing freely, she gave him an ‘oh really’ look and took another turn strutting around the ring, stopping to pose at both sides.

“Alrighty now, gents and ladies,” Sully was bellowing from mid-ring. “Time to auction off the mighty Alexxi to the highest bidder for a hot match with one of you lucky customers! Think you can handle this grappling banshee?” The crowed roared with enthusiasm and applause. High-pitched whistles pierced the air.

“So, Alexxi and Geisha, come join me.” The girls joined Sully, and he stood between them with his arms around them. They both kissed his cheeks – wet, sloppy kisses – and Geisha rubbed his ass with her open hand. “Haaaa!” he laughed, “not now, girls,” he admonished jokingly. “Not in front of strangers, please!” The crowd laughed along with him.

“Bidding opens at $800,” he announced. “We go ten minutes, or until bid challenges stop. The winner wrestles with Alexxi and has Geisha as manager. What ever could be sweeter?” The crowd roared again.

A number of men and two women began calling in bids. The increments were small – $50 and $100 increases. By the time the highest bid stood at $1,400, Lance raised his hand from the corner and shouted, “$2,000! Haaa! Let’s stop fooling around!”

Sully took over active bid management now. “The gentleman bids $2,000! Do I hear twenty-two hundred? Twenty-two hundred, anyone?”

Bidding continued, somewhat slowly, until only Lance and one other man were bidding, with Lance holding the $3,100 bid. His opponent was a total, slob of a sleaze, in Lance’s opinion. A short, disgustingly corpulent wormy sort of fellow with patchy balding spots, jowls that hung luridly from his jaws and jiggled when he spoke, a greasy-looking forehead, fat, petulant lips that frothed saliva at the corners when he spoke, and bug-eyes that were glued to the two girls. Lance was close enough to Alexxi for her to hear him say to her, in a low voice, “If you’d rather roll around with the grease ball, haaaa, I can throw the bid, baby!”

Several more scathing comments peppered her tongue before she decided on, “I was only thinking of what a shame it would be for you to have gotten me so hot,” her hands traveled up her belly to just below her breasts, the fingertips just brushing the glistening tanned skin, “only to let some other man reap the benefits…” She blew the fat man a kiss. The only way he would ever get to touch a woman like Alexxi would be to pay dearly for it. He pinkened at the gesture, one hand shifting his package as Sully asked for more.

Lance laughed to himself, feeling more excited with the rush toward conclusion of bidding and the chance to body contact Alexxi all over the slippery ring.

The fat fellow raised his hand to $3,300; Lance raised his to $3,500. As the bidding moved into the $4,000 range, the greasy slob began showing definite signs of agitation. He squirmed in his chair, which squeaked and complained creakily as his weight moved about in it, and his face and fleshy, beefy forearms reddened with anger or excitement – who could tell? Finally, Lance raised his hand and yelled, “$5,000! I bid $5,000!”

Sully arched his big bushy eyebrows and looked to the fat bidder. The greasy one was seething, to be sure, and wringing his hands. Sully began to call out, “Going once …. going twice ….”

“No, wait,” the fat man yelled in a shrill, thin voice. “I, uh, I …. no, never mind! Fuck you!” he shouted at Lance. He rose, knocking his chair over, and stomped out of the room. His heavy footfall could be heard descending the stairs outside.

“The winning bid of $5,000… to the gentleman in Alexxi’s corner – her former manager! Congratulations, Mr. Pearson.”

The crowd clapped and cheered in approval, and Lance moved to the center of the ring, taking Sully’s place between the two sexy topless women. He eyed both their bosoms and exhaled loudly. “Am I in heaven or what?” he asked the crowd. They shouted back any number of replies and taunts.

Relieved, Alexxi trilled in laughter, wrapping her arms around Lance and joining Geisha in petting and kissing on him. Standing on her tip toes, her long body stretched against his side, she whispered, “I can’t wait to see you naked,” while Geisha on his other side let her hand travel down until she could cup him firmly, agreeing, “God, yes… I may rub him raw before he even fights you…”

“Haaa!” he croaked. “You two may fight over me, as long as I’m under you while you’re at it! Naked, Alexxi? Well, you’ll have to strip me for that privileged vista! Haaaaaaaaaa! Or, wait for, uhm, privacy, later ….” Geisha bristled at Lance’s aside to Alexxi, hissing quite audibly. Alexxi smirked in amusement, but chose not to comment.

“Alright, ladies, do go and get yourselves cleaned up and ready for our main event. Fight time in 20 minutes!”

For a second the girls glared at each other around Lance’s chest, much as they had during the match. Tightening her grip on Lance’s crotch – though still not enough to hurt the obviously aroused man – Geisha growled like a dog, her thick lips snarling. “I’m gonna make sure he kicks your ass, bitch,” she warned – and she meant it. Geisha’s interest was now in stealing Lance from Alexxi in the hopes he hadn’t just blown all his money on the wrestling.

“Agggghhh!” Lance moaned in mock despair as Geisha clamped her paws around his seething basket.

Competition sparkled in Alexxi’s eyes, as she gave the pair a huge smile. “I can’t wait,” was all she said before strutting away without a backwards glance. After the match began, she would have to see to it that he forgot Geisha existed at all.

Lance shifted and rescued his privates from Geisha’s grip. He pulled her oily body into his and hugged her tightly, rubbing his bare chest luridly against her erect nipples. “Yeah, manager, let’s take her down good,” he said. He broke the embrace and patted her on her sweet ass. “Go on to your shower, baby.” She took off with a broad wave to the cheering crowd.

Sully led Lance to a small changing stall against one of the walls and pulled open a large cabinet stuffed with men’s wrestling shorts, knee and elbow guards, and singlet tops. “Choose what you like, Lance,” he said. “Everything’s been laundered and there’s a good range of sizes in there.”

Lance rummaged through and picked a pair of white translucent silk high-rise string bikini briefs. The scanty silk briefs tightly contained his basket and ass, with the waistline low on his rippling abs, and a narrow “string” band of fabric rising high on the thigh bridging the front and rear of the briefs. He remained shirtless.

There was no concealing the length and breadth of his significant penis in those briefs. The tubular bulge was all one saw, essentially, in the crotch. Lance knew from lots of liaisons and playtimes that women generally were not as fixated on penii as men assumed they were, and went to great lengths to display to them under their clothes. He was more interested in being virtually nude, until he actually was, so as to enjoy rubbing and grinding on Alexxi’s supple body than he was with impressing her. He’d certainly be im-pressing her plenty later in the night.

He emerged from the stall and found Sully nearby making out a “bill” for Lance’s payment of the $5,000 bid. “Sully,” Lance said, “I have an idea. Look, why couldn’t Alexxi and I oil each other down to start with, in the ring? We can each have an oil bottle and sort of have an oil fight at first. I’ve seen that done in some mixed wrestling videos, and it’s really hot. Geisha and you can oil us down between rounds.”

Sully considered for a moment, and then said that if the girls agreed, he’d be fine with that. It would be very hot, he agreed, eyeing Lance’s prodigious musculature and smooth, taunt skin.

Twenty-three minutes later - a lady is always fashionably late - Alexxi reappeared, this time dressed in a gold lamẻ bikini, the material so thin that the cleft between her legs was visible as she strode down the stairs from the shower and purposefully toward the stage.

Geisha also reappeared, clad in a similarly designed sheer silver bikini. Her nipples might just as well have been uncovered as much as they showed through.

Lance whistled aloud when he saw Alexxi. She was so damn sexy that he had the impulse to just jump her bones right then and now and fuck her brains out all night, when she wasn’t fucking his out. This match was going to be just over the top incredible! He sauntered out toward the ring, raising his arms and flexing his muscles at the crowd, who cheered him on boisterously. Several women lunged at him, tapping his tight ass or touching whatever part of him was within reach. One tiny vixen grabbed onto his biceps with both hands as he flexed with his arms bent above his shoulders and swung from them as if they were a tree branch as he walked. Finally, Lance, Alexxi, Geisha, and Sully were all assembled mid-ring. Lance stared openly at Alexxi, his eyes traveling her body from head to toe and back like a Texas oil pump cycling up and down.

The girls stared back at him, though Alexxi’s primary concern right now was not noticing what a lovely body he had, but looking for exploitable weaknesses. Lean and hard, Lance obviously took working out as seriously as he had massaging her. The question was – could he wrestle? Had he developed some of those muscles on a college wrestling team? Of course, oil wrestling with a girl was a bit different from pinning a male opponent, but the skills learned there could make him impossible to beat – which would be bad. Dion had said that he was looking for a woman capable of dominating him; so she needed a good showing here.

Lance considered what he was getting himself into here, at considerable, but in no way regrettable, expense. He had no fucking idea how to wrestle anyone effectively! He’d grappled around with friends as a kid, as all kids do, but had never done any sports wrestling. He had had two playful, fun wrestling matches with a woman on two occasions within the last couple of years. At one of the BDSM houses that he frequented in a seedy part of downtown – “Fantasyweavers” – he’d engaged a Mistress Aurora Brionne for a standard dom-sub session. She was in fact similar in body type to Alexxi. He learned that she loved wrestling with guys and would do so for a higher hourly fee – “tribute” – in the large dungeon room at Fantasyweavers. He decided to try it on his next visit, and spent most of the exhausting hour-long session on his back on the fold-out mats that covered the floor, totally helpless to Ms. Aurora’s prowess. He had tried to pin her with the sheer advantage of his size and weight, but they were a paltry threat to the lighter, smaller woman’s speed, agility, cunning, and obvious “training” in wrestling technique. He wrestled her subsequently a second time, with the same results, although he managed a few short-lived pins. He had thoroughly enjoyed both sessions. Being defeated and dominated was a big turn-on, even without sex being part of the mix.

He suspected it would be quite similar with Alexxi, and smiled in thrilled anticipation.