Prologue
They're finished with the day. Ash was stretching on the sofa as Fei walked in. The two have been sharing this ranch-style for a while. Been good enough to share time without saying anything. Enough stress, a casual banter sometimes is just too tiresome. "Straight to it". Still, it's good to start a game with something spontaneous.
Fei: Hey babe. How was your day? Fei looks up as he finishes washing his mug.
Ash: Tiring as fuck. What about you? ... and hey, think we can take a break and wrestle a bit? Get some steam off?
Fei: Mhmm. I was thinking the same. Say, wanna make some changes? Let's start it with a casual mood then we psyche it up with some dances or exchanges?
Ash: Yeah, I'm game. Let's do it up right this time. She winks playfully, stretching out her limbs and cracking her knuckles. No holding back tonight alright? I want to feel that fire we usually keep hidden in those fancy offices.
Fei: Mhmm. Ash the cxnt Queen, are you ready for the challenge? I suggest you be open to me and demand us to be, as we always have been. He whistles, cheekily.
Ash: Oh, you're on, you little shit. Ash laughs, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she assumes a wrestling stance, her naked body flexing and ready for action. Let's get this party started, shall we? No fancy moves, just raw, unfiltered rage.
Fei: Mhmm. He steps up as their chests meet. Choose? Shall we wrestle like this or you feel like our clothes are in the way?
Ash: Fuck the clothes, let's go. Her hand darts out, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back. Her other hand balls up, aiming for his gut for a loud smack.
Fei: Ugh. He takes her blow and returns her very same moves. They hit hard enough it hurts, but at the same time nothing that could lead to serious injuries. That, is catfight. As they lock each other's arms, their eyes gleam. Clothes off, shall we?
Ash: Damn straight, bitch. With a snarl, Ash nods, letting go of Fei's hair and taking a step back. She quickly rips her top off, revealing her bare breasts, and drops her shorts, standing completely naked in front of him. You're on.
Fei: Fei removes his tank top and cropped pants. They stand naked, already too familiar being with each other. Hmph, as if you ain't one. Go on. Ash the cxnt, are you a woman enough? Declare yourself a fuck face and play me. He looks her casually. Here is the deal: I challenge you to strike a pose and declare it verbally how much of a filthy slut you are. Show me you're dirty and demand me no less. We'll be each other's play thing as we go all out. Dare?
Ash: Dear oh dear... They both laugh and shake heads. Sure, they've been playing together for some time. This escalation though. Dare accepted, you arrogant prick. Ash raises one eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she spreads her legs, placing a hand on her hip. I'm the dirtiest, most depraved whore this side of the river. And you, my dear? What's your declaration?
Fei: Oh? I'm the slut fuck who fights you tonight, for the title of the dirtiest. As for names... how about you give our "fight names" dear? So we can declare it loudly when one of us claims the victor. Fei snorts as her posture, spreads his legs miming her pose, one hand runs on his shaft as well. Now we're open enough to masturbate in front of each other, mind talk rules like a real play? Make it to the details, so we don't have to stop mid game little babe. He flips her a finger and gesture slowly teasingly, invites her to take turn.
Ash: Haha, okay, okay. You're on, "Fei the cxnt-slurper". Her eyes narrow as she strokes her own clit, a hint of challenge in her voice. And for this "game"? It's simple, darling. We wrestle, we slap, we pull hair. Whoever makes the other cum to exhaustion, wins. But remember, no tapping out, unless you want to admit defeat and become my little bitch. So, what do you say? Can you handle "Ash the Cock-Crushing Whore"? Her grip tightens around her own throbbing flesh, her voice a mix of excitement and taunting.
Fei: The two's hands move in rhythm on their sexes as they look each other mockingly. Hmph, "Ash the Cock-Fucking Whore?" Then I'll be the "cxnt-Fucking" then. Whore vs. whore? Their eyes narrow, as if glaring each other like enemies, or... friends. They nod, and smile. Once we're done, the winner will declare victorious, the loser will stay true to the game and admit defeat verbally. The defeated sucker will suck the winner... He raises an eyebrow. Are you brave enough?
Ash: You're on, you cxnt-face bastard. Ash grins wickedly, her hand working faster now as she prepares for the coming bout.
The sexual tension is electric as they stroke themselves, their bodies tense and ready. With both excitement and a touch of seriousness in her voice, her eyes locked onto his. So let's go again, but this time let's really put our hearts into it. No holding back, no mercy, just raw, animalistic desire. Are you ready for this shit?
The two shamelessly do masturbation to each other's view for a moment as they consider the deal. They bite lips, hungering at the imaginations of what they would do together, and to each other. Finally, they stop, shake their bodies in place chuckling in a relaxed manner. He reaches his hand out, pinky finger up to her.
Fei: Ready? Let's make our promise then, baby. A fuck fest boy to a fuck fest girl. He then waits for her. I, Fei, the cxnt-Fucking Whore...
Ash: Pinky swear it, fuckface. Ash laughs as she locks her pinky with his, sealing the promise. I'm ready when you are, bitch. You know the rules.
I, Ash, the Cock-Fucking Whore. A mischievous glint in her eyes. A fucking slut to another slutty bitch, yeah?
Their pinkies lock together as their bodies close in and collide in a loud, wet smack. The two grope each other vigorously as the words fly.
"... promise to fuck each other like slut dogs, and squirm?"
"I promise. Like slut dogs squirmin' for it."
Both growl and grin brightly, of excitement and embarrassment for the bout they're about to have.
