Title: Trish & Victoria: Last Women Standing Part 2

By: Knorg (paxgronk@hotmail.com)

Codes: F/F, Viol.

“Fucking bitches! Nobody punches me in the fucking balls! I’m gonna kick their fucking asses!” Mike the barman’s eyes were crazed with anger as he ranted. He pushed his way into the lobby of the hotel and walked up to the check-in desk. Victoria’s emasculating attack had enraged the barman beyond rational thought; he wanted to get his own back many times over on the sucker punching wrestler.

The desk clerk looked up from his copy of Plato’s Republic, hidden inside an FHM magazine. The cursing barman scared the crap out of the college kid, who dropped his book and stammered out a standard line on automatic.

“Sir, we have no vacancies tonight. We’re booked solid.”

Mike focussed on the runt behind the check-in desk. He couldn’t have given less of a shit about what he was hearing if it had been a Chris Masters promo.

“Where the fuck are they, jerk-off? I want the dumb blonde and that dark haired psycho bitch! Those sluts off the TV! Fucking tell me or I’ll kick your faggot ass so hard your boyfriend won’t even want to fuck you!”

Mike yanked a 9mm handgun from inside his coat and pointed it in the desk clerk’s face. Terrified and close to pissing himself, the young man thought over the guests coming and going that evening and realised who the gunman must mean - two of the “WWE superstars” staying in the cheap joint had arrived in the lobby a little before the prick with the gun. He wasn’t paid enough for this shit, he decided, and sold them out on the spot.

“Sir, Room 619. Please, I’m just a… OW!” Mike’s gun cracked obscenely on the clerk’s skull, and he fell unconscious behind the desk. Mike stole the spare room key from behind the check in, and headed for the elevator to the sixth floor. As the doors closed he continued to mutter about what he was going to do to both of the WWE divas.

“Gonna make ‘em pay. Gonna make ‘em both fucking pay. I’ll show them what a real man can do. Fucking bitchs.”

***

Meanwhile, the two wrestlers had towelled the cooling shower water off their bodies. Victoria sat slightly self-consciously on the end of her bed. She was wondering what she’d gotten herself into, but eager to see where it went. Trish’s snatch was soaking wet from her climax in the shower, and the sight of the beautiful dark haired diva sitting before her was inflaming her arousal. Victoria could see the hungry lust burning in Trish’s eyes giving her an expression of wanton need. Victoria had given in to drunken horniness and was now entering a whole new world.

Trish pushed her wet blonde hair back from her face. She reached forward gently, and pushed the much longer dark hair away from Victoria’s eyes, back over the ‘crazy diva’s’ shoulders. Victoria felt the woman’s soft, lingering touch against her skin and sighed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle sensation. A moment later Trish leaped forward and pushed Victoria flat against her bed.

“What the f—oooohhh”, Victoria began, as Trish locked her gorgeous lips onto a stiff nipple. Trish wrapped her tongue across Victoria’s breast nub, sucking warm flesh into her mouth.

“Harder! Harder!,” Victoria begged, as Trish moved a skilled hand up to the other breast. The Canadian eagerly complied as she roughly stimulated Victoria’s breasts to the sound of appreciative groans. Trish was mentally on a cloud as she slurped and fondled breasts she’d admired and dreamed about. She’d never suspected Victoria would turn to her like this, or that she would already have had the woman’s tongue in her pussy.

Victoria’s hands were spread on the bed, palms wide, as she lay back in pleasure beneath Trish. Her pussy was slickly wet and she-

“Ooooaaaaahhhh!” Trish brought her leg gently up to Victoria’s crotch. She felt Victoria’s engorged labia against her knee, hot and slick and wet. She kissed Victoria forcefully. Wrestling, no, shoot-fighting, wet tongues, she continued to push her knee even more between Victoria’s hot muscular thighs. Flesh moved wetly against flesh. Trish was hungry to taste Victoria’s oozing honey pie, but she knew they had all night and she could wait a few moments more.

Trish’s breasts weighed down on Victoria’s saliva-slick chest as she explored her friends groaning mouth with her tongue. She could still taste her own juices in Victoria’s mouth from the shower tongue-fuck. Victoria wrapped her arms around the hard-bodied wrestler and tried to hook her legs around Trish to hump her clit against the blonde’s tanned leg. Trish rubbed herself against Victoria’s aching hot snatch and groaned as she imagined going pussy to pussy. Later. This was about getting Victoria off right now. Trish pulled her sticky knee away from Victoria’s crotch and began to kiss a slow path gently down the well-defined stomach of the WWE’s most attractive wrestler.

Victoria lifted her head to look and, just for a moment, stared Trish directly in the eyes. Lustful sexual energy crackled in the air between the sweaty divas as Trish slipped back off of the bed, and dove face first into Victoria’s sticky crotch.

“Mmmmm… tastes good…” she said, first lapping around the juices that stained Victoria’s hard thighs.

“Please, Trish… do it!” Victoria begged, with real passion and need.

Trish blew air across Victoria’s hot snatch and teased, “Do what, lover?”

“Eat me! Eat my pussy! Please! I need it. Don’t make me kick your ass!” Victoria begged; her voice was breaking with frustration.

“As if you could! I’d whup…” Trish began, before Victora sat up and pulled the Canadian’s face where she needed it, with more strength than Trish would’ve thought possible. Victoria cried out with wordless desire as she rubbed the folds of her snatch against Trish’s face. She wrapped blonde hair around her hands to hold the Canadian in place. Trish quickly recovered from her shock and eagerly went to work on the streaming pussy pressed onto her tongue. The heady smell of arousal and sweat filled her nose and mouth. Victoria wrapped her legs around the kneeling canadian’s neck and humped face. Her eyelids were fluttering and she rubbed her sweaty bare breasts with wild abandon as she felt her longed-for climax build.

Trish reached her strong arms around to grope Victoria’s ass, groping the tight buns in her small hands. She was really enjoying eating Victoria, taking pleasure in the obvious enthusiasm of her lover. Trish loved women, loved being with women. She Knew Victoria needed release and concentrated her energies on the woman’s swollen clit. Trish slurped the hot bud into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. Victoria’s moans rose into an ecstatic shout.

“Oh…. Ahhhh YEEAAAAAHHHHHH!”

That hit the spot. Victoria’s body slammed violently against the springy bed. She came a real gusher. Trish found herself being choked by Victoria’s thighs as her mouth filled with streaming girlcum. She desperatly gripped the wrestler’s sweaty thighs, breaking the hold as a Cytherian amount of pussy juice splashed out of her mouth and over her face. Trish’s tongue worked feverishly as she sought to drink all of her friend’s intimate juices. Trish swallowed repeatedly, gulping the female ejaculate. The Canadian hadn’t been with many girls who actually gushed, and loved it when they did. Victoria carried on squealing with her eyes rolled back, riding an incredible climax. Trish had brought her off better than any man ever had.

Both thoroughly distracted neither of them heard key in the lock, or the intruder until he was already in the room.

Mike was pissed. He should have known only a fucking pair of dykes would reject him, he thought. Well, time he was through with their worthless asses the bitches would worship his cock. He pointed his 9mm at the back of Trish’s head.

“You goddamn fucking WWE whores! I’m gonna fuck you up! You hear me, you shitty dyke fucks?” Mark reached down with one hand and undid his pants. The sight of the two women together on the bed, and Victoria writhing in her climax had given him a painful hard-on. He pulled out a thin six-inch erection and rubbed it.

Trish turned around to look up a gun barrel. Her face twisted into disgust as saw the ugly sight of a hard penis near to her face. Victoria was still in a world of her own; she’d passed out during her powerful orgasm and her body was still shaking. Trish thought about trying to knock the gun away, but it was too close. She didn’t want to risk being shot in the head, or leaving Victoria at the psycho’s mercy. Trish twisted at the end of the bed and moved one hand over her pussy and the other over her bare breasts,

“Fucking whores! You see this? This is my bitch tamer. You know what I’m gonna fucking do to you bitches with this? I’m gonna!”

“Excuse me.”

“Huh?”

Mike span around into a devastating haymaker from the former world champion and entirely misused wrestler, Booker T. Watching TV in the room across the hall, he’d heard the ranting lunatic start shouting about WWE bitches and come to investigate. The force of the blow knocked him down to the side of the bed.

“You bastard!”

Trish shouted as she pushed away from the bed and span on one leg to plant the heel of her foot on his chin. Booker T put him down, but Trish very definitely put him out. He landed heavily on the floor and the gun slipped from his fingers. Trish spat down on his face, and stomped her heel onto his bare crotch with enough force to end his chances of ever fathering a future child. She then turned away and sat down to hug Victoria’s body to her.

Victoria opened her eyes to see Booker T standing in his boxer shorts at the end of the bed. Her brow knit in confusion until she noticed Mike’s prone body on the floor. She came to a quick, almost correct, conclusion looked up with grateful eyes and smile at Booker T. Trish caught her expression and felt intensely annoyed to get no credit. Booker, for his part, was surprised to be facing two naked and sexually flushed divas. The smell of their fucking hung heavy in the air, and virtually steamed off of their bodies.

“Thank you! Thank you! We owe you so much. How can I repay you?” Victoria asked, leaning towards Booker. Trish’s irritation grew.

“You little slut! You threw yourself at me, and now you’re throwing yourself at him! You’re as bad as the diva search girls!”

“I am not! Booker saved us from that maniac! He deserves a re-“

Booker T momentarily considered stopping to watch the naked catfight that appeared to be brewing, but he doubted his new wife would approve.

“Trish. Victoria. I’m a married man now and I swore to my good lady wife, Sharmell, that I wouldn’t ever sleep with another woman again,” he smiled his brilliant grin and whispered, “unless my baby was there and consenting to a threesome, of course. Trish, I’m not remotely interested in your girlfriend.” Booker laughed.

“Well, I still oughta do something for you…”

Trish was getting properly angry. She’d just taken Victoria to a screaming, gushing, sticky mess of an orgasm and this was her thanks? Trying to seduce a naked man?. Booker was having none of it, however.

“Nah, listen. I’ll take this pathetic piece of trash out with me, leave you two lovebirds to it.”

Booker walked past the divas and hefted the still very unconscious Mike up onto his shoulders.

“See you both in the morning.”

“Goodnight Booker.” Trish said, firmly.

“Awww…” Victoria pouted, as Booker T left with the thug. He was even considerate to close their hotel room doors behind him. When he stepped out into the hallway, other doors slammed shut. He obviously hadn’t been the only man to overhear the trouble, but the only one man enough to intervene. Booker T shoot his head and crossed into his own room.

Meanwhile, Trish’s rage peaked as Victoria had watched longingly while Booker T left the room.

“I can’t believe he…OWWW!” Victoria began, breaking off as Trish twisted on the bed and slapped her hard across the face.

“You want a big cock up your ass, you little slut? I’ll damn well give you one!” Trish snarled into the confused diva’s face. She stood and grabbed Victoria by her long and beautiful dark hair.

“Hey! Quit it! OWWW!” Victoria was dragged across the floor without dignity as Trish pulled her over towards her bag. Victoria twisted and fought against Trish but couldn’t quite get to her feet as she was pulled. She too quickly began to get angry, and as Trish rooted in her holdall, Victoria finally managed to twist her athletic form free and stood, pissed off.

“Pull my fucking hair, Trish? You fight like Stephanie!”

Victoria’s body slammed into Trish’s in a perfect spear tackle. Their naked bodies smacked together loudly. Trish felt the air smashed out of her lungs by the force of Victoria’s impact. She looked into Victoria’s enraged eyes as the dark haired beauty landed on top of her. Victoria’s hair landed around Trish’s face, so the first she knew that Trish had kept a good grip on the strap on dildo she’d been rooting for was when the blonde smacked it heavily into the side of her head.

Victoria cursed and brought her knee up between Trish’s thighs. Trish’s eyes grew wide as Victoria ground a sweaty leg against her sex. Victoria enjoyed Trish’s groans as she rubbed her leg into the blonde Canadian’s sticky crotch. Trish pushed at Victoria and twisted under her. The women began grappling for dominance on the hotel room floor. Victoria’s iron grip tightened around Trish’s wrist and she smacked it against the wall to make her foe drop the dildo.

Trish responded with a headbutt that left Victoria seeing stars, but skilfully missed breaking her nose. She twisted the dark haired woman around and locked her arms and legs into an amateur wrestling hold she’d picked up.

“Can you break out of this?” Trish asked as she upped the tension on Victoria’s limbs.

Victoria groaned and struggled. She knew she was better than Trish, but with her arms and legs cinched behind her she couldn’t move out of the hold. Trish secured her grip on Victoria’s muscular arms, using the leverage of the hold to keep them together in just one of hers. Trish now had a hand free. Victoria felt Trish stroke gently down her cheek with her free hand.

“I guess you can’t tap out with your hands locked behind your back, huh?”

Trish’s pussy was streaming between her tightly gripping thighs. The arousal juices were running down as far as Victoria’s gripped legs. She reached around to cup one of Victoria’s firm breasts. She massaged roughly with her expert digits, and played with Victoria’s nipple. The other wrestler’s breathing changed as Trish toyed with her. Victoria still struggled though it was obvious to both she was fully enjoying being locked in the hold. Trish reached down and pushed her hand between Victoria’s thighs. Victoria gasped as a single finger penetrated her slick hole and Trish began to masturbate her with experienced touch.

“Wow, you’re really wet down there. I bet I could push my whole hand in without any effort,” Trish whispered into the other woman’s ear as she rubbed her swollen clitoris with a sticky thumb. Victoria could only groan back as she felt the orgasmic heat building again. Her body was shaking in Trish’s hold, and as Trish tweaked her clit she came. Trish felt Victoria clamping down on her fingers as juices gushed from the groaning, gasping, shaking woman’s body. She loosened her grip on Victoria’s arms and instead hugged the woman’s body close to her own. She licked and kissed Victoria’s ear as she held on to her lover,

Victoria gradually came down from her newest orgasm. Lightning bolts of pleasure continued to rock through her body as she turned around and kissed Trish deeply. The two women, blonde and brunette, both hot and sweaty, french kissed on the hotel room floor. Trish continued to hold Victoria’s body against hers so their breasts pressed together. She felt Victoria move her hand from squeezing Trish’s toned ass to push between Trish’s legs. The blonde eagerly opened her thighs wide to allow Victoria access, and soon she had two fingers pumping into Trish’s sex, while rubbing the blonde wrestler’s clit.

“Wait… oh god… use this…” Trish held up the big strap-on dildo.

Victoria grinned; use of a foreign object meant things were getting really hardcore. She fingered Trish for a few seconds more and then pulled her wet fingers up to her mouth. Trish mewled quietly as she watched Victoria taste her fingers.

Victoria stood and looked down eagerly at Trish’s prostrate, spread-eagled form. She ran her gaze from the Blonde’s damp hair, past the eager expression on her face, over her hard nipples and red-flushed breasts, down her flat stomach, curved hips and wet pussy and finally the length of Trish’s legs.

Trish lay for a few moments and simply enjoyed Victoria admiring her body. She gripped the dildo shaft and twisted around to sit up on her knees. Knowing the straps off by heart, she quickly buckled the dildo onto Victoria. Trish found the sight of the black straps tight against the other woman’s ass and hips to be most arousing. She kissed Victoria’s ass gently and licked against both flesh and strap. Victoria felt the end of the toy pushing into her pussy slightly, and when she moved it rubbed against her snatch neatly.

Victoria turned around so that the dildo was sticking out at Trish’s face level.

“Suck it,” she commanded.

“Wha… Victoria, I want it in my pussy!”

“You think I’m just going to forget you pulling my hair and locking me in that hold? You’re going to suck my rubber dick before I get you off again!”

“The hell I am!”

Trish started to stand up, but Victoria was more than ready for her. Naked, but for the large rubber cock strapped to her waist, she pulled Trish into a DDT and dropped to the floor. Trish cried out in shock before the impact knocked her silly. Victoria pushed her off and crawled over to have a quick rummage in Trish’s bag; having seen the dildo pulled from it she wasn’t surprised to find even more toys. Clearly, when Trish was unsatisfied on the road she did more than ring Dave Scherer to complain.

Victoria found a set of handcuffs and also keys, which she put to one side. Trish was already regaining her senses so Victoria moved quickly to cuff the blonde’s arms behind her back. She closed the cuffs tightly on Trish’s slim wrists, and then manoeuvred her onto her knees. Trish’s body flopped forward on her knees, so her face was against the carpet and her ass high in the air. Victoria recalled seeing a chair in the wardrobe, provided for when hotel guests had other guests in their room. When Trish finally opened her eyes and looked around clearly, she saw Victoria standing above her holding up a folded chair above her head.

Trish immediately tried to put up her hands to deflect any blow. She quickly found that they were cuffed behind her back. Victoria found she enjoyed the sexual thrill of having another woman helpless before her, but she wasn’t a sadist and had no intention of hitting Trish while she was helpless.

“Gotcha!” she grinned, dropping the plastic chair to one side and gripping the base of the black dildo. Trish sighed, and knelt up as straight as she could. She complied with Victoria’s command. She licked up and down the strap-on sex toy, and then took the end into her mouth. Victoria bucked her hips a little, forcing more of the length into mouth of the kneeling, cuffed woman before her. Trish realised Victoria mostly understood sex in terms of phallic penetration from just being with men; Trish yearned to show her that while it could be nice from time to time to use the strap-on, there was so much more.

“Good girl! Work my shaft, yeah… okay… that’s enough.”

Victoria reached for a tube of lubricant from Trish’s bag, but stopped when the cuffed blonde shook her head.

“I’m wet enough. Just take it slow to start, okay?”

Victoria got down behind Trish and reached around to stroke the wrestler’s slick honey-pot. She shuffled forward between the kneeling woman’s feet and pushed the end of the black dildo into her. The sex toy was big but Trish was wet, and she’d taken it before. Victoria sank the full length inside her in one slow thrust. Trish groaned as it stretched her pussy. Victoria lent down over the kneeling woman, and took a hold of her breasts. She began to fuck Trish with the dildo, pulling the blonde up so that she could thrust better in the slightly awkward kneeling position.

Trish moaned and pleaded for what she liked from Victoria,

“My clit, rub my clit! Please, please!”

Victoria complied, reaching one hand down to play with Trish’s pussy. She felt her strap-on shaft sliding between Trish’s stretched, puffy, labia. She found the end of strap-on dildo was designed to get her off as well if she thrust right, and as she rubbed her slippery fingers on Trish’s swollen button she found the rhythm she needed to pleasure herself as well when it rubbed against her. Trisha’s fingers flexed in her cuffs as Victoria’s hands and strap-on pleasured her. For a woman who’d apparently never slept with another woman, Victoria had picked things up fast.

The women moved together on the hotel room floor; the earlier drinking had worn off, Mike the psycho was forgotten. It was just too lovers rocking and groaning, building to a shared climax. Victoria was really pushing hard into Trish with her muscular hips, chasing her own latest release. Trish was wide eyed and helpless, mouth slack and drooling as Victoria slamming into her and squeezed her clit. She started to cum with a piercing scream just as Victoria felt her own orgasm triggered. Victoria was shuddering, but the dildo was jammed solid into Trish’s gripping gushing pussy. Victoria hugged the blonde’s body close to her own as their bodies spasmed together. Trish passed out in her arms, driven unconscious by Victoria’s threeway assault and the monumental orgasm that slammed into her.

Victoria panted atop Trish, sweaty bodies held together in love and lust.

**

The pain in Mike’s jaw was throbbing like a son of a bitch as he slowly came around. His head felt like it was packed with candyfloss as he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. The pain in his crotch was far worse. He knew instinctively he would never be able to force himself on another woman. Something was very wrong but he was still too out of it to work things out. The memory of the punch that knocked him down came flashing back, but Trish’s kick had been too sudden to register.

Mike tried to curse out Booker T, but with the red ball-gag strapped around his face the words emerged as:

“Go’am I’er!”

Mike woke up real fast then and began to struggle as hard as he could. He realised he was bent forward over a low wooden table, with his arms and legs securely tied beneath. He realised he’d been stripped naked as well, and suddenly the would-be rapist began to feel very frightened indeed. A pair of muscular black legs appeared in front of his face. The muffled noise he made then was meant to be,

“Oh shit!”

“Let me tell you sucker, if that was the word I think you meant, you used up the last of my goodwill. Hell, I’m fucking with ya. Since you tried waving a gun and threatening my friends, I ain’t got any goodwill for you anyhow!”

The legs moved out of Mike’s field of vision, and he heard the athletic man walking around him. Mike thought back to some of the long nights he’d spent in prison, as he felt cold lubricant being slathered onto his ass.

“Now, my good lady wife says I can’t fuck another woman, and I’m happy with that because I love her. Thing is, I learned how to teach you white boys a lesson back in prison, and you sure ain’t another woman… yet.” Booker paused, and then laughed.

“MMMPPPPHHHH!”

The End!