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Scarlett Letters
By Stone Kidman
The arena was loud and boisterous when the two wrestlers were announced as part of the international prostyle tournament. While normally it's a male only affair, because the American athlete got injured, Scarlett Bordeaux, the team's cheerleader, offered to step in rather than let her country forfeit. The twenty-three year old platinum blonde stood 5'05" and weighed 126 pounds. Her American flag print bikini exposed much of her athletic body, especially her firm 36C cups. Pete, acting as her cornerman after Scarlett took over for the injured American wrestler, gave the blonde some advice, while she glared across the ring at her opponent.
The ring announcer introduced Sergei, the wrestler representing Russia. Scarlett thought he was kind of a shrimp, since the twenty-six year old man, with short dark hair, was only an inch taller than she was. Sergei wore bright red European style speedos that barely concealed his package, but he was only 155 pounds, according to the announcer who listed his stats. Scarlett didn't think he would be much of a challenge as Pete reminded her of the rules. "Don't forget, you can't hit him below the belt," he said, making sure Scarlett was aware. "Any contact, even an accidental low blow, and it's an automatic disqualification."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier," Scarlett asked. Her whole game plan was going to be hitting this jerk in the balls then rolling him up for a pin. The blonde instead theorized she'd have to use her sensual curves to distract her opponent, as the referee called the two wrestlers into the center of the ring. Scarlett showed no intimidation as she eyed up Sergei. The ref explained the contest was the best three out of five falls, which could include a five count pinfall, submission or even knockout. Scarlett assumed she didn’t have to worry as she sized Sergei up and down. He doesn't look too tough, she thought to herself, as the referee put both fighters in a collar and elbow position. Scarlett smirked when she noticed Sergei couldn’t keep his eyes off her body.
When they locked arms, she could feel his power suddenly, in his solid shoulders and biceps. She was still lost in thought, wondering if Sergei was stronger than he looked, when the referee signaled for the bell. Immediately, his speed kept Scarlett off balance. He twisted her arm around then spun behind the blonde to get her in a chicken wing. Sergei then converted it to a waistlock and flipped Scarlett around with a belly-to-back suplex takedown. The crowd applauded as Sergei moved up to pull Scarlett into a side-headlock, while she was pressed against the mat.
"Are you all looks and no skill," the Russian asked. Scarlett grunted while she attempted to get her head free. She had an appropriate comeback ready on the tip of her tongue, but was too focused on struggling to get free. Sergei then used a handful of her shoulder length platinum blonde hair to pull his opponent's head between his thighs. The referee was out of position and didn't see the infraction, but Scarlett tried to protest.
Just then, Sergei used his grip on her hair to pull the blonde's face against his package. With his balls in her mouth, she was effectively gagged and couldn’t tell the ref. She so desperately wanted to bite the bastard's nuts but didn’t want to get DQ'd. Scarlett tried to wiggle her way out of the headscissors until the referee noticed the hair pulling and called for a break.
Sergei released the hold and got to his feet, while Scarlett was absolutely irate, spitting the taste of the Russian's sweaty balls out of her mouth. "You like Sergei’s nuts? I can give you more," he said with a cocky smile. Scarlett cocked her arm back to swing a roundhouse punch at his head, but Sergei ducked. The momentum made Scarlett lose her balance as she stumbled around the ring. Sergei, seizing the opportunity, leapt onto Scarlett's back and wrapped his muscly arms around her throat. She staggered for a big before the blonde fell to one knee, simply from his weight, as he locked the sleeperhold in tighter.
"Ugh," Scarlett gurgled after she felt Sergei's legs wrap around her ribs. She crumbled to her side, gasping for air, while his strong legs squeezed her in a bodyscissors. She was trying to reach for the rope, while the referee asked if she wanted to submit. The American blonde was too stubborn and reached behind her, trying to blindly claw at her opponent. Sergei added more pressure to the scissors as he squeezed the remaining air out of Scarlett before she ultimately went limp.
The referee signaled the bell while the announcer proclaimed Sergei as the winner of the first round by knockout. After he stood to have his arm raised, Sergei knelt down over Scarlett's prone body. Her bikini top had come loose during their struggle, so Sergei removed it as a trophy. The crowd cheered as he held it above his head, while her cornerman ran over with some smelling salts.
"Huh? Wha--?," Scarlett asked, still dazed. She was still coughing and gasping for air, while Pete led her back to their corner. It took nearly the entire sixty second break between rounds before Scarlett noticed she was topless. "What the fuck? Where'd my bikini go?" she asked, covering her bare breasts with both arms. Pete gave her water and fanned the blonde while he informed Scarlett that Sergei had taken it as a trophy. She demanded he return it but Pete just informed her she'd need to win the next round to get it back. "It's considered spoils of victory," he said with a shrug. Just then the bell rang to start the second round as Scarlett tentatively walked out to wrestle. She still had one arm covering her jugs while Sergei licked his lips.
They began to circle and Scarlett would lash out with kicks, not too obviously aiming at Sergei's johnson but hoping to unintentionally do some damage and even the odds. However his patience paid off as another kick had Sergei catching the blonde's foot. Before Scarlett could think of a counter, Sergei buried his boot in her stomach. The blonde made a loud oomph sound and fell to the mat, holding her abdomen. Sergei flipped her over and locked in a boston crab, squashing her bare breasts against the mat as she winced at the pain. Scarlett shook her head no when the ref asked if she wanted to submit. Her shrieks echoed in the arena when Sergei walked her around the ring, scraping her sensitive nipples against the coarse mat.
Scarlett managed to grab the bottom rope, just as he was beginning a second lap around, and the referee made him break the hold. Sergei did so, but helped Scarlett up with a handful of hair before he threw her into the corner. The referee warned Sergei but Scarlett tried to spear her opponent while he was distracted with the referee. Unfortunately he heard her coming and spun around quickly. He scooped the blonde up before body slamming her to the mat. Scarlett laid there, feeling like her back was shattered, after the air had been driven out of her. Sergei pulled her up by her hair, while the ref warned him a final time, so he tucked the blonde's head under his armpit and grabbed the front of Scarlett's bikini bottoms.
She tried to scream but was only able to utter a groan as she was lifted up in the air with a vertical suplex while her bikini bottoms dug into her pussy. The loud boom of her back colliding with the mat reverberated in the large auditorium, as the crowd cheered and hooted. Sergei lifted Scarlett up, this time pulling the blonde by her arm, before he pulled her body against his. Scarlett's wobbly legs could barely hold herself up, so Sergei wrapped both of his arms around the blonde's ribs and lifted the American off her feet. She uttered a wheeze as he crushed her in his strong grip, the bearhug squeezing the air out of her like a tube of toothpaste.
With her bare breasts in front of his face, Sergei amused himself by motorboating the blonde's jugs before he began sucking on her nipples. They were still sensitive after being scraped across the mat earlier, but without any air to fight back, Scarlett could only whimper while he slurped on each one. He alternated, nibbling on one then sucking the other, until they were both stiff and pointy. "You ready to beg to be my American whore," Sergei asked, after he was done playing with her tits. Scarlett could only groan and shake her head slightly, so Sergei chose to finish the round in style. He hefted the blonde's body up onto his shoulder before he took a few steps back then charged forward, powerslamming Scarlett into the mat.
The resounding impact shook the ring slightly but, despite the pain radiating through her body, Scarlett was still conscious. Sergei seemed to take pity on the blonde and once again pulled Scarlett up by her arm. Her legs wouldn't work anymore so Sergei tucked her head between his legs before he reached down and lifted her off the mat. Her feet stuck up as the fit Russian held her there for a moment, enjoying his dominance, until he fell back and drove Scarlett's head into the canvas. The referee checked before he lifted Sergei's hand, as the announcer proclaimed him the winner of round two by knockout.
Sergei once again took a trophy, as he slipped the blonde's bikini bottoms off, while she laid there unconscious. Pete quickly ran over and waved the smelling salts in front of Scarlett's face as she was jolted awake again. Just like before, it took her almost the remaining breaktime before Scarlett realized she had been stripped nude. Pete tried to give her some advice, "Don't let that ruskie get in your head. Just go out there and get him down for an easy pin, then you can get your panties back and win one for America."
With her confidence renewed, the blonde marched out after the bell rang to start the third round. Sergei just grinned while the entire arena echoed with wolf whistles. The embarrassment caused her nipples to stiffen, as Sergei pointed out the blonde must really be an American whore if she was aroused by being naked. "I'll show you who's a whore," she stated. Scarlett tried to get Sergei with a single leg takedown, but only ended up getting trapped in his headscissors again. "Yes, see American whore just dying to get Sergei's cock," he laughed. The russian pulled his skimpy speedos aside with one thumb before he whacked his erection on Scarlett's face. She grimaced and tried to lift a hand to block his dick, but Sergei reached over his hip to twist her nipple, causing the blonde to shriek and protect her chest.
When he converted the hold into a triangle headscissors, pulling on the back of the blonde's head to rub her face against his family jewels, Scarlett once more tried to use the hand she wasn't attempting to push off the mat with, to block it. But this time, when Sergei reached under to twist her nipple around like a dial, as she screamed at the pain, he pushed her mouth down onto his cock. "Oh yes, American whore, suck good," he sighed. Scarlett gagged while he thrust his hips up, fucking her face. She assumed the referee would put a stop to this, but it wasn't an illegal hold since he was attempting to choke the blonde with a body part. She couldn't breathe when he pushed the back of her head down so Scarlett had to deepthroat his meat while she flailed around on the mat.
Sergei lost his grip on the scissors and she got free, turning to spit out the taste of his member, when he quickly hopped to his feet and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Wha—," Scarlett tried to say before she was immediately whipped backwards with a german suplex. The back of her head hit the mat with the whiplash of a car accident. Sergie stood up and slid out of his own speedos before he laid down on top of Scarlett's prone body. She was conscious but dazed, as he laced his legs around her thighs and crossed the blonde's wrists above her head to the mat. This was so he could keep them secured with his strong right hand, before he leaned his mouth down to suck on her nipples.
Scarlett sighed as he sucked on her nips hard, causing her to gasp with pleasure, until she realized she was spread eagle in the middle of the ring. When she tried to free herself, Sergei spread her wide in a painful grapevine. He leaned down, holding the blonde in place with his weight, while she told him to get the fuck off her. "Do you submit," the referee asked, but the arrogant blonde told him no way. "Americans don't surrender," she shouted, and kept trying to buck Sergei off. That's when he shifted his hips, to press her against the mat, but doing so in a way where her shoulders weren't pinned, so he could grind his erection against her clit.
Scarlett turned her head to avoid Sergei trying to kiss her, that's when she saw it on the big screen for the audience; her own shaved pussy, close up for everyone to see. "I told you American whore like sucking cock," Sergei whispered into her ear, as he nibbled on her neck. Scarlett felt her pussy tingling from his attention as Sergei pointed out how everyone could see she was wet. Indeed even she couldn't deny that it looked like her gash was positively dripping, when she felt Sergei grind his hard dick against her clit. Whenever she would try to buck him off, he would press his hips down to dryhump her. "I know you want it," he said, his mouth trying to move to her mouth, but Scarlett twisted her head the other direction.
She moaned softly despite herself when he would swivel his hips. She was dying to close her thighs but her legs were powerless in his iron grip. He seemed to spread the blonde wider, making her wince but also sent shivers through her crotch. "Say it," Sergei repeated, pivoting his hips to tease her entrance with the head of his fat cock before he slid it up to grind against her clit. He would suck on her breasts while Scarlett struggled to get her wrists free, but she couldn't even match his strength. He continued to edge her by speeding up his dry humping before slowing down when it seemed like Scarlett might climax. She groaned in frustration as Sergei told her again, "Say it! Say you are American whore," as he dry humped his rod back and forth against her clit.
The tip touched the entrance of her hole and she wanted to scream from horniness until finally he just barely put it in. "Say it," he said, and moved his mouth over hers. This time she didn't turn away but welcomed his tongue past her lips. "Do it," she whispered. Sergei continued to tease her and told Scarlett to say it louder. She bit her lip, afraid to let go, when he began dry humping her faster, until she thought she was just about to explode, before he stopped abruptly. "Oh god, put it in me," she shouted, "I'm your American whore! Fuck me with your big cock!" The audience laughed as Sergei thrust his thick eight inch dong inside her. Scarlett's body arched as if she were being electrocuted; her breath caught in her throat as Sergei bottomed out.
She couldn't utter a word as the orgasm ripped through her body but Sergei began fucking the blonde deep and hard while her body continued to twitch and shake. She had never felt back to back orgasms like this, until the head of his organ slammed into her cervix. She squirted as an intense orgasm exploded from between her legs. After her body went limp, the once boastful blonde was reduced to a whimpering mess while Sergei continued to piston his cock in and out of her. A final mind blowing orgasm seemed to knock the blonde out, as the referee acknowledged Scarlett was unconscious and declared Russia the winner of the match.
For a final exclamation mark, Sergei pulled out and shot his load all over Scarlett's face and tits. He signed his name with the tip of his dick, saying it will be her Scarlett Letters, before he allowed the referee to raise his hand as the victor.
