The Big O

Welcome to a world where sex fights are shown on prime-time television. Don't expect extreme violence, or blood, there will be more sex than fight. The biggest challenge and strongest turn-on for my protagonist, Rebecca, is performing sexual acts in front of an audience, therefore this story ended up in the "Exhibitionist & Voyeur" category, but you will also find elements of swapping and lesbian sex. Enjoy.

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The velvet curtains of The Big O stage hung heavily, muffling the frenetic whispers and giggles of the eager audience. Rebecca nervously stepped from one foot to the other. Here they were, in a dimly lit space, its sparse, sterile decor in stark contrast to the theater about to unfold. At her side, her husband Ron, who squeezed her hand reassuringly, himself cool and calm as ever. Rebecca glanced over to the other couple -- they had been presented, but she had forgotten their names.

The other woman had a certain aura of confidence that seemed almost infectious. She was a bit shorter than Rebecca, had a mop of short black hair and a couple of tattoos on her arms and shoulder. Her stomach was flat and firm, it looked like she went to the gym every day. Rebecca considered herself in good shape, but this woman's body made her a bit self conscious of her more womanly curves.

The other woman's partner was a younger man with a smile that could charm the birds from the trees. He leaned casually against the wall, his arms folded over his muscular chest, watching them with a twinkle in his eye that suggested he was looking forward to the events to come.

"So, you guys ready to get down and dirty?" the woman asked. Her voice was playful but echoed strangely off the cold, metallic walls of the waiting area. She took a step closer to Rebecca and Ron, bridging the gap between the two couples.

Rebecca felt a blush creep up her neck, the air in the room suddenly thick with tension and anticipation. Ron chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. "Ready as we'll ever be," he said, his grip on Rebecca's hand tightening imperceptibly.

The woman's smile grew wider, the light from the overhead bulb glinting off her teeth. "That's the spirit. So, why did you guys decide to apply for the show?"

It was Ron again who answered the question, his voice steady and strong. "The prize money," he said simply. "We figured we could use it to pay off some debts, maybe take a vacation."

The young man grinned. "Yeah, the money is nice," stepping up next to his partner. "Beats the private club shows."

Rebecca felt a twinge of envy at the ease with which the other woman handled the situation. She breathed in deeply, trying to compose herself, and took the opportunity of Ron chatting with the couple to study the woman who would soon be her opponent.

The woman's breasts were straining against the confines of her short top carrying the logo of the show, an exploding heart, next to the words The Big O. The fabric was stretched taut, hinting at the fullness beneath and clearly showing her hard, pierced nipples. A delicate ink tapestry adorned her skin, swirling patterns that danced over the contours of her toned abdomen and curved around her hips. Her legs, long and shapely, were sheathed in tight gym shorts that left little to the imagination.

She was not the only one finding her opponent attractive. Rebecca briefly looked over to her husband, noticing the way his eyes lingered on the other woman's form. Ron had always been a visual creature, his appreciation for the female form as open and honest as the day was long. Like in other occasions, she felt a twinge of something that was definitely jealousy, but also curiosity. Ron caught her looking and gave her a wink, his eyes quickly returning to the other woman's body.

She had seen it many times on TV, but Rebecca was still slightly perturbed how revealing her opponent's clothes were, how exposed her body and how much on display her breasts and ass were. Or rather, how exposed her own body was... She was wearing the same Big O contestant outfit... and, as she could confirm with a quick glance at her opponent's partner, received a very similar male reaction.

Before Rebecca could get even more wound up about everything, the "charming assistant" of the show, a beautiful redhead, entered the room accompanied by two woman and a man, all of them naked. The participants of the opening act. The man had a full erection and one of the woman had a completely disheveled look about her. Rebecca, who regularly watched the show, knew that she probably had been fucked and had climaxed out there before the eyes of a hundred studio guests and hundreds of thousands on TV, making her the looser of an elaborate spin-the-bottle sex game that was the warm-up for the main act. Theirs.

The assistant left the three standing there and approach the two waiting pairs. With a broad smile she signaled that their moment had arrived. She led the two couples to the opening in the curtain and out on stage.

The blinding lights of the set, the cheers and catcalls of the studio audience, the heat. It was like a slap in the face, and Rebecca struggled to keep her composure.

Maxima, the host of The Big O, greeted them with the enthusiasm of a predator welcoming her next meal. At the age of 47, she defied the sands of time with a fit body and a classically cut face that only showed the slightest of wrinkles. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, the result of the scorching lights above and the electrifying energy that crackled in the air. Her hair was a waterfall of raven locks that cascaded down her back, emphasized by the gleaming white jumpsuit that hugged her form like a second skin. She was the embodiment of the show's ethos -- provocative, thrilling, and unapologetically sexual.

Rebecca had always found the woman's cynicism alluring, a trait that seemed to amplify her beauty rather than detract from it. She was fascinated by someone so obviously in control of her sexuality hosting a show like this, and now, standing before her, she could feel the power that Maxima wielded almost physically.

*****

"Ladies and gentlemen," Maxima announced, her voice a strong contralto that silenced the room, "Welcome to the main event of the evening! Tonight, we have two stunning couples who are about to once more push the boundaries of entertainment and intimacy!"

The audience roared as the spotlight fell upon Rebecca and Ron, then swiveled to cast its full glow on the other couple. Maxima strutted around the stage, her hips swaying with the grace of a dancer, as she introduced the contestants with a flourish. "Give it up for Rebecca and Ron, our eager newcomers, ready to make a splash in the world of The Big O! And, let's not forget our experienced seductress, Sierra, and her strapping partner in crime, Shaun! You have performed in privately organized sex fights, right?"

While Maxima questioned Sierra about the seedy details of the amateur sex fight scene, Rebecca was fully absorbed in not letting her nervousness show. She felt the weight of hundreds of eyes upon her. The studio was a cavern of sound, a symphony of lewd whistles and cheers that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She took a deep breath, the fabric of her outfit sticking to her damp skin. The heat was unbearable.

Her gaze wandered to the ring, an announcement of what was to come. It was smaller than it looked on TV, the mat a garish pink, obscene under the harsh glare. Two of the corners were expanded, each one a stage within the stage, beckoning with the promise of temporary refuge -- and the inevitable price of such respite.

The smell of sex hung in the air, thick and cloying, from the previous act. It was a scent that both repulsed and aroused her, a reminder of the primal nature of the contest she had agreed to participate in. She had watched The Big O many times from the safety of her living room, the couch cushions muffling her gasps as she watched other couples engage in the erotic battles. Now, she found herself in the very center of it all, and the realization of her fantasies made her skin crawl.

Ron's hand squeezed hers again, and she returned her gaze to him. His eyes held the same excitement she had seen when they had first discussed the idea of joining the show. The thrill of the unknown, the allure of the taboo, much more than the prize money had brought them here. And there was something else in Ron's gaze. Pride. Pride in her, pride in them.

Maxima's smile was a beacon in the sea of faces. "Now, before we begin, let's go over the rules of our little game, shall we?" She leaned in, her breasts threatening to spill out of the tight jumpsuit. "This is a three-round battle of wills and wits. Each round of three minutes, our lovely contestants will engage in a steamy, no-holds-barred sexual bout. The first to reach that sweet, sweet release is the loser. The one who holds out the longest, who can keep her pleasure at bay while bringing her opponent over the brink, wins the game! And, as an extra, is free to do with the loser whatever she wants for the remaining time in the round."

"During the breaks between rounds, our contestants will return to their corners, where a paramedic will ensure they are fit to continue. And...." A dramatic pause. "Well, you all know what else happens in the breaks and if you don't, you're in for a nice surprise."

The crowd went wild, the air thick with excitement. "So, without further ado," Maxima declared, "Let's get ready to rumble!"

Rebecca and Sierra stepped into the ring, the mat beneath their feet feeling alien and somehow unyielding. The referee, a tall, lanky man in a formal suit and tie, approached them with a clipboard in hand, his demeanor all business.

"Ladies," he began in a calm and quiet voice that was not picked up by the microphones. "Now between the three of us: No scratching, no biting, no dirty moves that could cause serious harm. Spanking is fine. As far as the sex is concerned: anything goes."

Meanwhile the crowd and the cameras where focused on their partners. Ron and Shaun had shed their robes to reveal their naked forms. Rebecca couldn't help but cast a quick glance at Shaun's dick, which was already showing signs of life -- a sight that added to her apprehension and excitement.

The "charming assistant" sauntered over to the men, her hips swaying with a practiced ease. She held up a hand to signal for their attention. "Gentlemen," she said, in her trademark raspy voice she seemed to reserve for the camera, "I'm here to make sure you're ready to perform during the breaks."

Ron's cock twitched at the sight of her, and she wasted no time. She knelt before him and took his hardening member into her mouth. The camera zoomed in on the action and a close-up of the redhead's lips sliding over Ron's glans filled the huge monitor of the arena. The assistant's cheeks hollowing as she swallowed and released Ron's length, working him to a full erection. Just like they had seen it at home, only now it was her husband's cock being sucked on TV by another woman. Rebecca shook herself, she needed to focus.

Ron inhaled deeply, and let out a low moan that seemed to resonate through the arena. Then he lightly touched her head signaling her to stop the treatment. "As good as this feels, I'll be needing my strength..." he smiled. The redhead returned his smile and released his now fully erect and glistening shaft; the camera even managed to capture a thread of her spit running from her lips to the angry red glans, shining in the spotlights. She rose to her feet gracefully and knelt before Shaun, giving his already hard cock a couple pro forma licks before declaring them both ready.

The countdown began, all eyes again on Rebecca and Sierra. The crowd which had been hooting and catcalling during the preparation of the men, had grown quiet, the anticipation a tangible force coiling around the contestants. With a final flourish, Maxima declared, "3, 2, 1 -- go!"

***

Rebecca felt the eyes of the audience on her, watching her every move as she and Sierra circled each other. It made her heart hammer in her chest and it made her sex throb. Suddenly, without warning, Sierra lunged, her hands grabbing Rebecca's waist, pulling her close. Their breasts met with a soft thud, the fabric of their tops a thin barrier between their flesh. Rebecca gasped, the sudden contact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel the heat radiating from the other woman, could smell the scent of her arousal.

The crowd erupted, their cheers and jeers a cacophony that spurred the women on. Rebecca pushed back, her hands on Sierra's shoulders, trying to regain control. But the other woman was more experienced in the art of sexual combat. She brought Rebecca down to the pink mat, knocking the breath out of her for a moment.

Sierra's hands moved like lightning, her fingers deftly sliding the strap of Rebecca's top down from her shoulder. The garment gave way, exposing a full yet firm breast and a nipple already pebbled with excitement to the eager gazes of the audience.

Rebecca, though initially taken aback by the aggression, quickly rallied. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and she found that she liked it. Her hands flew to the fabric of Sierra's shorts, ripping them open to reveal the other woman's ass and part of her bushy mound. Rebecca thought she could see wetness in the folds of her opponent's pussy and felt her own sex become slick with anticipation.

They rolled over, each one fighting to gain the upper hand, groping at breasts, tweaking nipples, trying to worm their hands into shredded shorts. But the constant bucking, rolling, jerking around kept them from landing effective caresses, resulting in a constant teasing which had both of them fidgeting with undelivered promises.

Rebecca managed to straddle Sierra, her sex, barely covered by her torn pants, sitting on her opponents taut stomach. She tore at the other woman's top, freeing her slightly smaller but still impressive breasts. She roughly fondled her pierced nipples and as Sierra followed and started to knead her heavy breasts, Rebecca used her greater weight and a free hand to push the other woman's legs apart. When Sierra reacted, she captured her hands in hers and pinned them over her opponent's head. Then she leaned in, grinding her thigh against Sierra's wet sex.

In this position, their bodies were in full contact, hips, arms and breast were pressed against each other, gliding over each other, only hindered by the torn remains of clothing. Rebecca's head was buried in the crook of Sierra's neck, her opponent's flesh filling her entire field of vision: A close-up view of a small flower tattoo on Sierra's glistening skin, the fine fuzz on the back of her nape merging into her short black mop of hair.

"You're going to cum first," Rebecca whispered hoarsely into the ear before her, feeling the heat of her own breath against the other woman's skin. She continued to grind, slow and steady, feeling the other woman's legs quiver.

But Sierra was not so easily bested. With a growl, she pushed back, rolling them over, managing to slip a hand between Rebecca's thighs in the process. Now the smaller woman grinned down at her, her eyes gleaming. "Is that so?" she quipped and introduced two fingers between Rebecca's sopping pussy lips. A few strokes were enough to make Rebecca's toes curl. But neither Sierra was able to hold her opponent down for long. Rebecca managed to get her arm around her opponents neck, forcing her to the ground and breaking the hold on her sex.

The two women grappled, a dance of hands groping naked sweaty flesh, each woman giving as good as she got, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The air was charged with electricity, the smell of sex growing stronger with every passing second.

The round ended with a bell that came from a million miles away. Both women were panting, their faces flushed with exertion and desire. Rebecca stumbled to her corner, where the paramedic was waiting... and Shaun, his hard cock throbbing with anticipation. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she sat down and let the medic check her over. She finished in the reglementary thirty seconds wiping the sweat from her face and cooling her neck with a wet towel.

A shorter ring of the bell announced the "recreational part" of the pause. Rebecca felt Shaun's breath on her neck and then felt him push aside the torn rests of her pants. Her eyes grew wide with shock and pleasure as she felt his hardness enter her, her body involuntarily bucking at the sudden intrusion. This had always been one of her favorite moments when watching the show but that did not prepare her for having her opponent's man penetrate her drenched cunt to the hilt with his massive cock in front of a cheering and screaming crowd.

In the other corner of the ring, her husband's muscles flexed as he slammed into Sierra's welcoming warmth. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the arena, mingling with the cries of the audience. Rebecca couldn't help but watch, her eyes locked on the sight of her Ron's cock disappearing into the other woman's sex, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Ron's strong hands cupped Sierra's hips and pulled her forcefully onto his pole, the other woman's tits bouncing with each thrust, the nipple piercing flashing in the studio lights.

The feeling of being filled, of being used for the entertainment of the audience, combined with the erotic spectacle before her, made her pussy clench around Shaun's cock, and she knew she was dangerously close to losing the game at this moment. She bit her bottom lip, hard, and tried in vain to move her hips away from Shaun's insistent thrusts.

The bell saved her, a sweet, metallic sound that echoed through the arena. Shaun pulled out of Rebecca with a final, almost apologetic thrust. The crowd groaned in disappointment and Rebecca heard herself groan with them.

She stood, her legs wobbly, the ache between them a reminder of how close she had come. She looked up to the other side of the ring just in time to see Rebecca planting a hearty kiss on Ron's lips.

***

This round was different, the wrestling more sensual and less frantic. They rolled and writhed on the mat, not fighting each other's touches, but allowing hands to glide over chests, hips and asses,

breasts to rub on breasts and legs on legs. At one point, Sierra's thighs parted invitingly and Rebecca took the bait, sliding her body between them. Her hands found the other woman's pussy, her fingers slipping through the folds of wet flesh. She felt the warmth, the slickness, the pulsing need mirroring her own. She stroked her opponent's, her movements deliberate and measured, watching the other woman's face for any sign of weakness.

Sierra's eyes never left Rebecca's, her hips rolled with a seductive grace that seemed to beckon for more as Sierra's hands that had been tracing the curves of Rebecca's ass, started exploring the crevice between her cheeks and finally dived into her pussy. Rebecca immediately felt the walls of her cunt clench around her intruder's fingers. Sierra's touch was masterful, applying just the right amount of pressure in the right places and soon had Rebecca moaning.

She did not trust herself to endure this attack very long. With a sudden effort, Rebecca lifted her body from Sierra's, turned the other woman around and, in a flash of inspiration, began spanking her ass. Sierra gasped but it was clear she liked the roughness. She groaned, arching her back, pushing her butt into the air, her legs spreading wider. Each slap resonated in the room and had the audience cheer. The impacts painted a pink tint on her buttocks, wetness started to seep out of her cleft.

But Sierra did not loose control. With a final regretful moan, she wiggled out of Rebecca's grip. Rebecca followed with her body and came again to lie on top of her opponent, their breasts mashed together, their pussies pressed into the other woman's thigh, the sweat on their skin making legs, stomachs and arms slide smoothly over each other as they wrestled for control. Sierra smiled at her, her gaze surprisingly tender. "I'm impressed," she gasped. "that spanking was a good move."

And then, suddenly, Sierra lifted her head and kissed her. At first, the kiss was tentative, exploratory, as if they were both surprised by the turn of events. But then, Sierra started to lick Rebecca's lips and slipped her tongue into her mouth. Soon their tongues were dueling in a kiss that became a battle in itself, a kiss that spoke of desire, of need, to conquer and be conquered.

The audience watched in rapt silence, their anticipation palpable. The sight of the two women locked in such an intimate embrace was something that was rare in the show.

Suddenly, with a grace that belied the fierce passion of their battle, Sierra used Rebecca's distraction to break her hold. She rolled Rebecca onto her back, her body sliding over the pink mat, the lewd sound of skin on plastic breaking the eerie silence that had accompanied their kiss. The crowd started cheering again. Sierra was now on top, her lithe body straddling Rebecca's. With a devilish smile, she slid down, her tongue tracing a wet path down Rebecca's neck, between her breasts, and finally coming to rest between her trembling thighs.

Rebecca's eyes went wide with shock and desire as she felt the first touch of Sierra's tongue on her swollen clit. Sierra took full advantage of the moment, her mouth descending upon Rebecca's sex with a real hunger. Her tongue circled the throbbing nub, dipped into the folds of her cunt, licked over the outer lips, her movements unpredictable. All the time pinning Rebecca's hips mercilessly to the pink mat.

But that left Rebecca's upper body free. With a burst of will, she twisted under Sierra, her arms flailing and finally settling on Sierras ass. She pulled her opponent's hips towards her, grunting with the effort. The crowd's cheers grew louder as Rebecca firmly gripped Sierra's ass cheeks and pulled the other woman's pussy into her face.

Rebecca had never seen a woman's sex that close, a fiercely aroused one at that. A fine sheen of milky white cream glinted between the outer lips of Sierra's cunt, some drops clinging to the curly black hairs of her full bush. The heady scent of her juices filled Rebecca's nostrils and she took a deep breath. But she had no time to waste and so she started to plunge her tongue deep into the warm folds above her, tasting sweat and the tangy sweetness of arousal.

The women settled into a 69 position, their hips thrusting rhythmically against each other's faces. The mat beneath them grew wet with both their juices, the studio lights shining off the sweat that coated both their bodies, casting an ethereal glow around them.

Rebecca's tongue danced around Sierra's clit, flicking and teasing it mercilessly. Sierra's mouth was equally busy, her tongue darting in and out of Rebecca's pussy, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh of her labia. The crowd's cheers died down giving way to shushed murmurs as they could see the tension building in both their bodies, both climbing the cliff to their own big O.

But Rebecca sensed she had the upper hand here. She felt the other woman's thighs clench around her head, heard her moans growing louder, desperate. She knew she had her opponent close, and the thrill of victory was almost as potent as the need for release that pulsed through her own body.

Piercing the thickening silence, the bell chimed and signaled the end of the round. They both froze, their bodies rigid with the effort of holding back the tide of ecstasy. For a moment, the only sound in the arena was their ragged breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts.

They slowly untangled themselves from each other, both panting and flushed with desire. The audience erupted into applause that washed over them like a wave.

Maxima strutted over to the center of the ring. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. "Ladies, that was one hell of a round!" she exclaimed. "You've both got what it takes to give our viewers a show they'll never forget!"

The paramedics rushed in, helped them to their feet, and led them to their respective corner. Amidst the gentle but clinical touches Rebecca concentrated to get a grip on herself and fight back the most urgent arousal. But too soon, the checkup was over, and she felt Shaun's hands on her body.

Shaun again impaled her on his cock with one long thrust. But then he just kept his pole in her, letting her savor the feeling of fullness. When he started moving again, his strokes were agonizingly slow, almost gentle. Each movement sent a shiver down her spine, her cunt rippling along his length with each penetration.

Shaun leaned over her, his chest pressing into her back, his breath hot on her neck. He began to kiss her there, his tongue tracing the line of her spine. His hands roamed her body, exploring the slick surface of her abs, the curves of her hips, her aching breasts. The sensation of his tongue on Rebecca's skin was like a branding iron, searing through her, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His teeth grazed her neck, sending a spark of pleasure straight to her clit.

But what really got to her, was when he started talking. "You're so fucking tight, Rebecca," Shaun breathed in her ear. His words resonated through every inch of her body. "I love the feeling of your pussy around my cock. I can feel how much you want it. How much you want to come for me."

Rebecca moaned, her body betraying her as she pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper. "That's not fair," she murmured.

"Who's talking about fair?" he growled, his hips picking up a steady rhythm that was driving her mad. "You looked amazing out there, fighting Sierra, spanking her. So fucking sexy when you went down on her. You loved licking her cunt, didn't you?"

Another jolt of arousal shot through Rebecca. Her hips jerked on Shaun's cock and she moaned so loud that Ron and Sierra looked up from their own passionate fucking.

Sierra's eyes met hers and she smirked. "Looks like you're enjoying my man's attention, Rebecca," she panted. "Shaun's bedside conversation is not bad either, right?" Rebecca's cheeks burned at the comment, but she couldn't deny the truth of it. "And you look stunning on Shaun's cock," Sierra added.

Then she changed the topic. "Is that a first for you? Seeing your husband nail a slut right before your eyes? Seeing his cock buried in her to the hilt? Does it make you jealous? Do you wonder if my pussy is better than yours? Or does it turn you on?"

Ron noticed that Sierra was getting to his wife -- and she was getting to him, too. He picked up the pace, driving into the woman impaled on his cock with a ferocity that lifted her off the ground with each powerful thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuating their ragged breaths. But Sierra didn't let up. "Does it, Rebecca?" she asked between gasps. "Does watching him fuck me make you want to come?"

Rebecca couldn't find the words to respond. Her body was on fire, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sight of her husband with another woman was doing strange things to her. It was a cocktail of jealousy, arousal, a thrill she hadn't expected. She watched how Ron's balls slapped against the other woman's ass, her own pussy giving a little jerk in response.

"What about you getting fucked like a bitch in heat by another man?" Sierra again changed her angle. "Getting your little married pussy filled by the cock of a man you met not even an hour ago?"

Sierra's words were coming out through gritted teeth, more as a moan than actual speech. But they hit their mark, making Rebecca's cheeks flush and her pussy tremble. And apparently they were having an effect on Ron, too. He gave a strangled moan, his thrust became even more frantic and he tried to cover Sierra's mouth with his left hand. But she didn't let herself be stopped. As if mocking him, she wiggled her ass, inviting him to fuck her even deeper and closed her mouth around his fingers. Sucking loudly. That did it for Ron.

With a roar he came, his hips bucking as he filled Sierra with his hot seed. His eyes squeezed shut, his body went rigid with pleasure. Rebecca whimpered, her body betraying her, her pussy contracting around Shaun's shaft, urging him to go faster, deeper. To see Ron's face twist in orgasm was always a huge turn on for her, but now, seeing him shoot his essence into another woman, in front of all these people multiplied the effect a thousand times. And yet, in the back of her mind, Rebecca knew that by bringing her husband to climax, Sierra had most certainly secured her victory and Rebecca's defeat.

And sure enough, Sierra, free to move after having bested her opponent's man, free to do with the remaining break what she wanted, crawled over like a black panther. She paused for a second, her eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and desire, as she took in the sight of Rebecca impaled on Shaun's cock. Then she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to touch the point where their bodies joined, the tip of it dancing along the length of Shaun's shaft that was buried inside Rebecca.

Rebecca's eyes went wide with shock, and she felt her body tense up as the other woman's tongue touched her.

"Fuck," she whispered, the word torn from her chest.

Shaun took no mercy. He began to thrust harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her with a ferocity that made her vision swim. She could feel the orgasm building within her, a heat that was threatening to overwhelm her. Her whole body jerked violently on the large cock embedded inside her, begging for release.

But just as she felt the first tremors, the bell chimed again, and the pause came to an abrupt end. Shaun groaned in frustration, but pulled out of her obediently. The audience erupted into a cacophony of applause and catcalls.

***

Rebecca slid off the stool and lay there for a moment, her body trembling with the aftershocks of almost reaching climax. She barely made it to the center of the ring. As the second bell rang to start the fight again, Sierra just embraced her and laid her softly down on the mat.

Her opponent looked at Rebecca with triumph in her eyes, her own body flushed and gleaming with sweat. "You're so close, aren't you?" she whispered tenderly. "You can feel it, can't you? That sweet edge of ecstasy, I'll give it to you now."

With that she lowered her mouth to Rebecca's throbbing clit and began to suck. That was all it took. Rebecca's body arched off the mat, her hands tangling in Sierra's hair, pulling her closer. The pleasure was so intense, it was painful. Her legs quivered, her body convulsed and shattered into a million pieces screaming out her release into the hurricane of voices and lights that was the studio of The Big O.

The audience went wild, their cheers and whistles a deafening crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundations of the stage. The lights grew brighter, and Rebecca felt as if she were floating, adrift in a sea of pleasure.

As the applause began to die down, Maxima spoke up "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Sierra is the master of this ring! And it's Rebecca who succumbs to the sweet embrace of defeat! Sierra, you have two and a half minutes left to do with Rebecca as you please." Even Maxima's voice sounded slightly hoarse -- the intensity of the fight had not failed to leave its mark on her.

Sierra pulled back from Rebecca's pussy with a triumphant smile, her lips glistening with the other woman's juices. She glanced over at Shaun, who was standing in the corner, his cock still rock-hard, watching them with rapt attention. "I think you have some unfinished business with my man" she said to Rebecca, her eyes gleaming.

Shaun was atop her in a heartbeat. Rebecca spread her legs wider, inviting him in, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She nearly came again as he pierced her quivering cunt with one deep stroke. Shaun began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that had her thighs rising to meet him. Rebecca reached up, her hand trembling with need, and touched Shaun's cheek. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me like you own me."

Shaun's eyes darkened, and he leaned down to claim her mouth with a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. She met his passion with her own, her tongue dancing with his in a fierce duel of possession.

Suddenly, hands gently removed Shaun's head. Rebecca opened her eyes to find Sierra straddling her face, her victorious pussy just above her mouth. The scent of Sierra's arousal and Ron's release was overwhelming. "Clean me up," Sierra purred, "I want you to taste your defeat."

The audience watched, a silent sea of faces, as she obeyed, her tongue tentatively darting out to taste the other woman's folds. The saltiness of Ron's semen coated her taste buds, the humiliation and the intimacy of the act sending fresh jolts of arousal through her throbbing pussy.

Shaun's thrusts grew more intense, his body moving in a primal rhythm that had the mat beneath them creaking in protest. Sierra's thighs tightened around her head, and she moaned, her hips rocking slightly as Rebecca's tongue swirled over her clit. The woman's hands grabbed fistfuls of her hair, guiding her movements with a firmness that was almost comforting.

The bell was their signal for release. Shaun's hips bucked one final time, and with a guttural groan, he filled Rebecca up, his cock pulsing with each spurt of his seed. At the same moment, Sierra's orgasm hit her, her body shaking as she exploded. The taste of her juices filled Rebecca's mouth and her own climax crashed into her like a tidal wave. Shaun and Sierra collapsed on top of her in a tangle of limbs and sweat. A moment of silence where their panting was the only sound echoing through the arena. And then the audience erupted into thunderous applause, people raising from their seats, hooting and catcalling for several minutes.

Maxima's face showed triumph and arousal; she had to clear her throat before addressing the crowd. "Well, folks," she drawled, her voice thick, her eyes glazed with lust. "Looks like I'm going to need some help cooling down after that," she quipped, her gaze raking over her redhead assistant's scantily clad body.

***

The audience's applause was still reverberating through the studio as the paramedics helped the exhausted contestants back to their feet and led them to the edge of the ring. Rebecca's legs felt like jelly, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Back in the waiting area, the two couples sat on the cold, metal benches, the adrenaline slowly draining from their bodies. Ron looked at her with a mix of pride and desire, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You were amazing," he gushed, his voice hoarse from his own recent release.

Rebecca managed a weak smile, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the intense orgasms she had just experienced. Shaun, who was equally spent, his cock now soft and glistening with her juices joined in Ron's praise, a smug grin playing on his lips. "You held out much longer than I thought, gave us quite the fight," he said, "and when you finally caved in, it was a hell of a show."

"Aw, you're just sucking up to Rebecca to have another round with her." Sierra smirked. "What do you say, Ron? Should we leave the two lovebirds alone and see how we can pass the time?"

The room filled with laughter, a release of the tension that had been coiled tightly around all of them. They talked and joked, sharing their favorite moments from the fight, the moments where they had almost lost control, the sly moves and the not-so-sly ones that had brought them all to the brink of ecstasy.

When it came to saying goodbye, Sierra turned serious. She stepped up to Rebecca and pulled her head down for a last sensuous kiss. "Why don't you two join us at the sex fighting club." She slipped her an embossed business card. "I can't wait to have you spanking my ass again."