Tina's Party 7

Tina’s innate understanding of sexuality was the reason she had triumphed. Sure, Lisa was a brilliant thinker and amazingly alpha bitch, but she didn’t have the deep sense of fuck that Tina had acquired through years of being fucked hard and frequently. Ever since she had been the college cheerleader, grinding on more cock than all the other girls combined, and been universally known as the true “Head Girl”, her ability to give pleasure and take dick being unsurpassed. She’d seduced a good number of girls, too, turning their faces into her seats, she especially loved to do this to the brainy girls, as Tina had a way of exposing a females true sexual nature that was so sublime it was almost art.
So, she gripped Lisa’s vanquished arse and plowed that chocolate bitch with extreme prejudice. “Let me show you how to ram a hole, darling” Tina said in that warm, friendly, affable way, even as she stuffed Lisa’s bumhole with a loud squelch. Lisa’s eyes widened and her lips pursed as she shuddered, she knew this would happen if she failed to win, that Tina would claim her ass and make her her bitch. Really, Lisa realized as Tina began to pound her anus, gripping her and shunting her onto the huge strapon dildo even as she thrusted, magnifying the impact, this was innevitable. It was actually pretty genius of Tina, she had to admit, exhausting her, making her frantically Chase victory, only to lose and leave herself exhausted and open to a devastating bum-fucking courtesy of the blonde bombshell, the daughter of Bass Armstrong was certainly a skilled proponent of both kinds of pile driver. Lisa Hamilton grunted like a pig, her body shunting back and forth as Tina completely owned her. Gripping Lisa’s head and making the darker woman arch her back, she slammed that huge phallus deep and hard into Lisa’s anus, shattering her mind and body. Lisa’s eyes went up into her head and she groaned incoherently, as pure sexual pleasure and domination claimed her, enveloping her in a web of depraved Texan hardcore fucking.
This was a room filled with bitches getting fucked and sucked hard. Kokoro being licked into a frenzy, the tongue between her open thighs teasing her and making her drool, becoming a gushing geisha, Hitomi prone on her hands and knees as a fist pounded her tight Kraut cunt, while Lei Fang felt the hard thrust of cock up her little Chinese bottom. Helena, once so elegant and refined, was now little more than a dumb bimbo toy, led along by her blonde tresses and made to suck cock in return for yet more pussy-hammering. She was becoming addicted.
Mila was doing Tina proud, and her excellent submission and service to cock was not unnoticed by her mentor. She was the most enthusiastic of all the girls, letting her twat do all the thinking for her. The tomboy was arguably the only lady who could even approach Tina in terms of full-blown slut-dom. Surprisingly, Nyotengu, the great alpha doyenne of pussy power, had been overwhelmed and defeated by the violent spit-roasting that ravaged her and made her hunger for more and more degradation. Perhaps it was in the nature of female tengus’s to crave and be susceptible to such intense sexual conquest.
But the chocolate icing on this slut-cake consisting of fucked, conquered ladies, was Lisa Hamilton, the very woman who had colluded with Tina in setting up this Christmas Pussy Party. On all fours with her back beautifully arched, and Tina grinning and gripping her hair as she thrusted and pierced the brown skinned woman’s butt-hole mercilessly, shunting the bitch forward with a lewd squelch and piggish grunt. The image was Majestic, Iconic.
Lisa felt her mind, her will submitting to Tina’s, as the artificial dick, which would never cease to be hard, hammered her bum-hole, reducing Lisa’s voice to piggish, needy grunts, and surprisingly pathetic whimpers, as Tina overwhelmed her. Lisa had been defeated by her own aggression and hubris, exhausting herself and making herself into an easy conquest, as Tina gripped her hips and slammed her into subspace.
That was where all the girls not called Tina were. Fucked, sucked, and used, they were the playthings of  Tina Armstrong and her “Mighty Santa’s”. Tina was cheerful and charismatic, the gregarious Southern Belle, even as she wrecked chocolate arse.
The room seethe with sex as cunts were pumped and fisted, clits were licked, cocks were sucked, and asses were fucked.
Tina slammed Lisa over and over, absolutely loving the sensation of pushing her dildo into that tight sphincter, triumphantly pumping her fist in the air like a footballer who had just scored a goal. “Yeeeaah!!” Tina cheered, as she thrust her hips forward into Lisa’s tight hole, making the rival wrestler grunt and groan, each thrust making her Tina’s bitch.
“Give in to me”, Tina demanded.
Lisa grunted and mewled, complying, as her ass surrendered the rest of her to the All-American goddess.