Author: luffy316 (Check him/her out)
Description: Two restaurants in the same location clash decide to host a wrestling event to settle some tensions between the tomboys and femboys.
The fetish restaurant business had been incredibly popular in the wake of all the memes. Femboy Hooters, Tomboy Outback, Goth IHOP, BBW Wafflehouse, TGI Femdom, 5 Gamer Girls Burgers and Fries… seemingly every franchise threw their lot in to cater to some kink or another.
It had swollen to such popularity that there was even the occasional fusion restaurant. Split down the middle with some shared equipment, or even a shared counter for the more fast food places.
A particularly popular spot was on Turner Lane, where the combination Tomboy Outback and Femboy Hooters had moved in. Customers were welcome to go to either side, but they tended to lean towards one side or another. One the left you had young men in white tanktops and orange booty shorts, all of them girly in one way or another. On the right were variously tan, buff, assertive or athletic women in tight black shorts and belly-exposing red tops.
The contrasting staffs coexisted but their mismatched natures led to more than a few harmless clashes. Staffing an entire restaurant with boys meant to look delicate and feminine didn't leave them with much raw strength, so they would end up going to the tomboys for any heavy lifting. Larger packs of food or moving tables required help and while the ladies next door were always quick to pitch in, it always came with some teasing.
"Need a girl to do your man's job?" they'd chime as they lugged the heavier supplies around. The fit girls would rub their stronger builds and more outgoing nature into the femboys' faces, playfully slapping their asses or grabbing them for noogies and aggressively hard hugs. It quickly became a favorite pastime of the Tomboy Outback employees to see what they could do to get their neighboring boys to blush.
Finally Parker, one of the second-shift managers at FH, decided he had enough. The teasing and playful bullying went on long enough that he was going to do something about it. He got enough employees fired up into agreeing and cleared it with his boss above him before sending the ultimatum to the tomboys.
The girls were more than happy with the idea. In fact, Parker was a bit hesitant at how quickly could throw together a wrestling ring on short notice. It was too late to back out now as the tomboys arranged a date before Parker could even offer.
They held it on a Friday night when they could draw in as many customers as possible. They cleared out as much space as possible to shove most of the tables around the ring. The tomboys had pushed them around, as usual, giving the femboys competing tonight a little time to regroup while the other servers on both sides kept the beer and food flowing for the customers.
"Ok, so look," Parker spelled out. He was a slender young man in glasses, his smooth, tanned skin and sleek, slightly curvy body suited him nicely as a high-ranking member of the Femboy Hooters family. His shoulder-length straight hair was dyed an aqua blue to make him stand out more among his coworkers and catch the customers' eyes. His fellow femboys Nicky and Jeab sat with him in the break room, dressed in their usual flirtatious attire.
"Only one of us needs to win out there tonight. One out of three is pretty good odds. They might be bigger and stronger and tougher than us, but our bros are out there getting groped and noogied and teased… and that's before they even get to the customers! And some of them may not even be super turned on by it… point is, the tomboys can't hold all the power around her forever! We're quick and smart, so we can beat those meathead jocks. It's time we show them that we're no longer just femboys, but fem men!"
"Yea!" the other boys agreed. Parker nodded and pointed out towards the serving area.
"I'll be leading the charge, so learn whatever tricks you can off them. Good luck out there, and if it goes as planned, we won't even need you two to win," Parker said confidently.
He set out to the ring, the narrow walkway left for him to come in through the break room entrance. The gathering of customers cheered and whistled as he slapped a few hands, shaking his hips into exciting the assorted men and women. He hopped over the ropes, counting on his brief history in high school gymnastics to give him something of an edge in the match.
Exactly how much that was going to help quickly became doubtful. His opponent came out from the kitchen prep area, all abs and tanlines with a big grin on her face. Kim was tall and broad, bigger than Parker in every way. Her broad chest had just enough breasts to stretch her top out tight, and a beach tan left irregular patches or lighter skin seemingly painted over her tanned. The audience cheered even louder as she came out and beamed at the crowd, flexing a brawny arm that looked thicker than Parker's head. Scruffy, light brown hair was kept short, barely reaching her ears with some blonde highlights dyed into the sides of the muscle beach cutie's hair.
"Hi, little dude!" Kim greeted, all smiles as she squeezed her brawny figure between the ropes. Parker swallowed and prepared himself mentally. With some quick outmaneuvering, he was already planning on a hold that would use her own bulky muscles against her.
That plan went right out the window as soon as the bell rang. Kim was as much a runner as she was a weightlifter, so the beefcake cutie quickly overcame the distance between them and grabbed Parker in a headlock. He yelped as he was hoisted off his feet, pushing uselessly at her thick bicep squashing at his neck.
"Oh wow, you're a lightweight aren't ya? This' why you guys're so cute!"
Kim's gushing giggle came with a tighter squeeze of her arm, squashing Parker's face into her sideboob. He grunted and squirmed more desperately, gasping for air that wasn't tainted by the buff girl's underarm. He didn't have the chance to escape before Kim lifted him into the air and body slammed him back to the mats, squashing him beneath her bulky body. Her breasts in particular mashed into his face as he groaned dizzily beneath her. The surfer girl just giggled again.
"Look at you! It's like wrestling a kitten," Kim teased as she hooked a thick arm under the dazed femboy's leg. Parker felt her hand run up his thigh before squeezing his bulge, sending a sharp wakeup call through his body. The blue-haired boy squeaked and scrambled out from under her, trying to get some distance and regroup.
Kim wouldn't have it as she grabbed the waist of his short shorts. Parker grunted as he tripped from the sudden stop, baring his pale ass to the cheering audience. He struggled to pull them back up, but Kim gave another hard yank. The forceful tug pulled Parker's shorts towards her, but the boy himself tripped over them and fell right out of his clothes. He was suddenly left in nothing but his tank top. He blushed and pulled down on the bottom of the snug garment, trying to cover up his small but hard prick.
"H-hey! Wait a minute! Time out!"
"No time outs in wrestling!" Veronica called back with a grin. The husky brunette at ringside was dressed in a checkered tank top, their acting ref if any disputes came up. If nothing else, the staff at Tomboy Hooters actually knew the rules to wrestling.
"You heard the lady!" Kim chimed as she caught the downed Parker by his ankles. He let out a startled squeal as she lifted him off the mats, dangling his face in front of her abs and crotch. The blood would have rushed to his head, but it was busy elsewhere as Kim used his helplessly hanging state to stuff his cock into her mouth. The blue-haired manager moaned and shivered, even more helpless as the beefy girl sucked his dick in front of the crowd.
"Q-quit it. This is wrestling," Parker mewled, but his cracking voice couldn't conceal his enjoyment. Kim slowly drew her mouth back like an extended kiss, her tightened lips and flexing tongue dragging across his dick. They popped noisily as the crowd hooted for the sexy show. Her saliva ran down his cock, dribbling some of it on his chin and chest.
"From how you're acting? You could have fooled me," Kim teased. She hugged him closer to her, burying his face into her warm and powerful thighs. They squeezed tight around him before she suddenly dropped to the mats, piledriving him with a noisy crash. The audience cheered while the other femboys flinched, not envying Parker's position… at least as far as the match was concerned. Most guys wouldn't mind spending some time between Kim's thighs.
Kim let Parker bounce out of her grip, flopping to the mats limply with a moan. He squirmed and struggled to try and prop himself up on one elbow but even that took some effort. It was easy for Kim to step up to him and press on his chest with one finger, forcing him down on his back. She was clearly in no hurry with Parker practically out of the match already.
"I'm so glad you guys volunteered for this," Kim reminded him with her usual playful grin. She straddled his scrawny chest as she hooked her thumbs inside her shorts. Parker's bobbing prick poked against her legs and ass as she slipped out of them, exposing her neatly shaved pussy. He had his breath taken away, and that was before she turned and sat her thick ass down on his face.
The blue-haired boy let out a muffled cry. His weak flailing made the audience laugh as he thumped harmlessly on Kim's back and legs. She was solidly planted as she smiled and flexed for the crowd. She even flexed her tight glutes, letting the fans see her buns bounce while they clenched and bumped around Parker's face. Each flex was a teasing slap that amused the audience enough for the ref to similarly take her time before leaning in to count the pin.
"1! 2!" she started but Kim raised her hips and tugged on Parker's arm. It jerked him limply off the mats, the groaning boy coughing in fresh air as he leaned against Kim's backside.
"Only two!" the ref announced, getting some more chuckles from the audience. It was clear Kim was toying with the boy as she stood back up, dragging him along with her. It took little effort from the tanned tomboy to lift his listless body off the mats. This time she hefted him entirely over her head before resting his back across her shoulder in a loose mockup of a torture rack.
The move made Parker arch his back and thrust out his hips instinctively, leaving his hard and leaking member poking just past her face. Kim smiled and planted a noisy kiss on its tip, licking up a glob of his pre before she started to cup and knead his balls. Parker gave another girly whine as he started to hump the air. Kim moved her head to finally let him reach his unconscious goal, bobbing her head in her combination torture rack and blowjob. He was too dazed and horny to feel that humiliated, eyes shut as the firmly gripping oral drained the cum right out of him. He was as helpless as he was in the rest of the match as he gave a shrill cry and shot his load, spilling over Kim's lips as she broke into another grin.
"Ooh, tough call," the ref pondered aloud for the audience. "But I'm gonna say cumming's not a submission."
With Parker's cock going as limp as the rest of him in her mouth, Kim lifted the boy off her shoulders. He moaned as she propped him up by the shoulders and kissed him deeply on the mouth, forcing her cum-soaked tongue to feed it back to him. The femboy just moaned some more, mindlessly holding his mouth open for her bullying kiss before she finally let him go. The boy stumbled a step before just hitting the mats like a rag doll.
"What a cute little snack," Kim giggled as she laid across him, planting her tits in his face as their ref counted out a quick pinfall. Unsurprisingly to most, Tomboy Outback was ahead at 1 to 0 for the night.
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"Okay, that could have started stronger," Jay muttered as they helped Parker backstage.
"Forget about that!" Nicky insisted. The blonde boy had a sleek and slightly haughty air to him, popular with the customers who liked their femboy with a bit of spice. His hair was girlishly long and with a few light pink streaks dyed into it. His slender figure led to an unexpectedly thick ass, one he worked hard to maintain compared to the rest of himself.
"It's my match next. I'll make sure I show those dumb jocks why we deserve some respect. I'll have her crying for mercy in no time."
"Yea, if anyone can do it, it'd be Nick, right?" Marco proposed. It was enough to rekindle their hopes for the night. All they needed was a single win, after all.
The bratty femboy came out to a noisy reception, cheering him on as he swayed his hips and shook his fat ass. Nicky maintained a femininely regal air, tossing his hair back while stiffly ignoring or sparing minor glances at his customers. He finally blew them a kiss when he reached the ring and stepped between them in the usual tank top and shorts of his restaurant.
Mona was the leanest of the candidates from Tomboy Outback and she was still taller and more muscled than any of the femboys. She had a tall and athletic build, small-chested with the taut physique showing through her dark skin. She came out with far more energy and enthusiasm than Nicky had, jogging back and forth to slap hands and even grab a few men and women to plant pouty-lipped kisses on their cheeks. She seemed built to be solid and aerodynamic to the core, as even her hair was cut as short as they could go without simply buzzing it off.
"Ready to go, princess?" Mona asked as she stepped into the ring. She patted Nicky on the cheek a bit more firmly than he was expecting, getting him to flinch.
"Was about to ask you the same thing, you bitch," Nick huffed. The femboy surprised the audience and his opponent as he slammed a sucker punch into Mona's abs. It hit with a firm slap as he connected with the dense muscle that got a sympathizing "Oooh!" from the crowd.
Nicky started to step back confidently to admire his handiwork, only to find that Mona was unphased. Her rock-hard abs had soaked the scrawny boy's hit easily enough, so she grabbed him by the hair before he had even finished retreating.
"Oh now you've done it," she warned before she kicked up into the blonde bully's balls. He gave a shrill squawk of a noise as his feet left the mats for a moment, dropping back down and falling to his knees. He gawked as he cradled his aching nuts, motionless as Mona kept her grip on his hair.
"Surprise surprise. You have some balls after all," Mona taunted as she stepped over his head. She forced his head between her thighs and squeezed them together, getting him stuck in a standing headscissor. The already gagging boy pushed feebly at her muscular legs, unwilling to part one hand from his junk.
"Here I thought you were just a buncha little pussies who just never hit puberty," Mona went on as she pulled upon Nick's long hair. He whined and clawed at her legs, his squirming finally pulling himself free as he popped out behind her.
"Oh where you runnin' to?" the fem-jock demanded, quickly pivoting before he could get any ideas on a sneak attack. Nicky flinched away from the smirking athlete, just to find himself backed into the ropes. He tried to dart to one side, but Mona had a hand waiting for him, slapping him sharply across the cheek.
"Not that easy," she taunted as she swept a leg out from under him. Mona had dabbled in track and field, basketball, and karate throughout her youth so she was wildly more coordinated than the bratty femboy. With him back on his knees, a few firm shoves and pulls were all it took to have him turned and facing the audience.
Nicky thought he was quick-thinking to plant his hands on the ropes, keeping himself from being choked over them. He hadn't foreseen her brute-forcing him to go flying through the ropes, almost falling out if not for his lean stomach catching on the middle rope. He was left dangling between them as Mona tore down his pants and spanked him with a huge, loud slap to his pale cheeks. His juicy buns jiggled as he shrieked in surprise.
"Damn, kid! You've got one hell of a bussy back here!" Mona laughed as she continued to paddle the brat in front of the crowd. Nicky thrashed and tried to crawl free without actually falling out of the ring, but his awkward balance on the ropes and having his shorts around his ankles wasn't doing him any favors. The bump of his small and tender cock against the ropes wasn't helping any either.
"Get off me! Let me the fuck go, you crazy bitch!" Nicky finally resorted to whining. It finally seemed to work as Mona stopped her spanking, only for her to reach between his legs and grab him by the balls. The blonde tensed up again as she squeezed lightly, enough to send a warning without fully hurting them. Either way, it got his cock at full attention.
"We need to do something about that mouth of yours, tiny," Mona purred into his ear. She pulled his shorts the rest of the way off his ankles and adjusted her grip to grab the femboy by his handful of a cock. She was nowhere near as soft and playful as Kim was with her opponent. She pulled on his dicklet and dragged him off the ropes by it, getting more sympathy moans from the crowd. Nicky winced and hurried to his feet, stumbling after her as she led him by it like a leash.
It was easy for Mona to toss him around from there. She caught his arm and threw him to the mats, just to drag him up and do it again. He was thrown around like a squealing and grunting rag doll as Mona went to town on him, leaving the blonde brat exhausted and aching.
The tomboy finally flung him into one of the corners, letting him slam back first against the padding. He braced his hands against the top ropes as she came barging at the limply hanging femboy, mustering up one last bit of strength. He swung his foot up and high and hard as he could as Mona approached, going to repay her low blows with a kick to the pussy.
Unfortunately, the black girl had seen enough martial arts and pro wrestling to expect as much. Her hands shot out as she stopped herself short, catching him by the foot right in front of her crotch. Nicky's face went pale as he found himself awkwardly balancing on one foot.
"Oh you just don't learn, fuckboy," Mona muttered before she suddenly pulled his leg. His balance fell forward as she stretched his leg out, making sure he landed in a wide-spread split. His cock and balls had gone through enough abuse that the forced split sent a jolt of agony up the bottom-heavy boy's thighs and privates, getting his mouth to drop open in shock.
Mona squatted down beside him to wrap her arm around his neck. Nicky pawed and pushed at her chest, which only managed to tug it down from her breasts. Some exposed tits didn't stop the tomboy from squeezing his head into her headlock, burying his face into her sweaty armpit. Nicky squirmed and pushed harder, unwillingly sucking down her musky scent. To make it even more crippling, Mona had turned one of her legs inward and was starting to toy with his dick between her toes.
"Give up yet, pussy? Huh? You got any more smartass remarks before I knock your ass out cold?" Mona demanded. She flexed her arm to bury his nose and mouth completely under her arm, the frail femboy sputtering for air. He started to finally slap against the mats, tapping out desperately as he felt himself at the brink of defeat. Even Veronica calling for the bell didn't stop Mona from grinding her toe tips around his dick until he squirted his pale cream across her darker skin.
Nicky gave a frail groan as Mona let him go, falling to the mats in a heap. She stood up to pose and blow kisses for the fans as she planted her cummy foot in her foe's face. Already dazed and broken as he was, Nicky sheepishly licked some of it from between her toes.
"There ya go. You're alright, punk," Mo praised with a grin. She grabbed his hand to hoist him back to his feet before she shoved him playfully out of the ring.
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It was the last match of the night! Everything was riding on Trey, who wasn't feeling the most confident after the last two shutouts of matches. He was a pale, tall, shy femboy with a very skinny build and a definite emo look to him. He had a few stud earrings, dark hair, and even some black lipstick and nail polish on. Being as meek as he was, standing out however he could had been a secret pleasure of his. He was mousy about making friends but had a decent following behind his flirty selfies he posted online. He came to the ring with a lot of awkward smiles and modest waves to his cheering fans.
Jane was, as he kind of expected, everything he wasn't. She was thick, solidly built and rowdy as she readily high fived fans, bumped fists and squeezed them in powerful bro-hugs. She had freckles and wild red hair, shorter than him by a few inches but clearly strong enough to make up for it. She reminded him of a girl next door type, if the kind that would push him over in the mud rather than run around in the woods with him. She had some softness to her, a good layer or two of fat put on over her muscle.
"Last chance, tiny," Jane warned as she stepped up to him in the ring. She was clearly undaunted by his height advantage, moving so close that her hefty E-cup breasts pushed into his lower chest and stomach. He stumbled back a couple steps from the small shove.
"Yea… I'm still gonna do my best though," he insisted. He lacked confidence but he was still intending to give it his all for his coworkers' sake.
The bell rang and his odds were already not looking good. Jane caught him by the collar of his shirt and threw the dark femboy to the mats with a quick hip-toss. He landed with a grunt as she got behind him, catching and pulling his arms behind his back. She clearly knew her way around wrestling as well as she snagged him in her submission hold before he knew what was happening. Jane dug her knee into his back as he gave a quick wail in pain, mildly muffled by her heavy breasts resting on either side of his face.
"Well that was fast! You do know that girls like a boy who can at least lift his own serving tray, right?" Jane laughed. The freckled tank let up on one of his arms, giving him a noogie in exchange for letting him go. Trey squealed and ducked out of her hold, only to turn quickly and tackle into her.
Jane wasn't expecting him to come back so quickly, so it did manage to knock her onto her back. Trey gave a small gasp in excitement as he had the upper hand for a few precious seconds. From there, Jane just grabbed his arms and turned to shove him back to the mats. Her heavy figure pressed down on him, her hefty breasts swaying just above his face. Her areolas peeked out past the fabric in a shade of slightly darker pink.
"Oh you are so dead, bitch," Jane said, but her toothy grin showed she had some appreciation for the opportunity rather than being genuinely angry. "You're not getting that close again."
Trey pushed at her to try and wriggle free, but Jane grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head. It left her tits pushing into his face, making it tougher to breathe as her wide hips pushed down on his. She had taken control of his weight and leverage, leaving him feeling completely trapped in her schoolboy pin.
"Not so big now. Are you, beanpole? I'm gonna enjoy…"
Jane paused suddenly. She had been leaning in slowly harder, mashing her big body up against him to slowly smother him out. Having that much woman squashing him had gotten Trey excited, and she was starting to feel him growing between her legs.
"Wow, wait a sec. Are you actually packing?"
Jane sat up, easing her pressure to adjust her hips. She ground against his lap as she looked surprised, the audience just enjoying the show either way. With her distracted and easing up the hold, Trey took his only chance and leaned in. His dark lips caught around her nipple through her thin top and bit into the hard nub. Jane gasped as he sucked and nibbled on her teat until she was clearly caught up in something besides kicking his ass.
"Oh shit! You little perv," Jane gasped as she pulled back. She tugged on her shirt to get the erect nipple more comfortable, and Trey knew he couldn't let her take charge of him like that again. He hurried to his feet to break into a sprint and kicked her in the chest, sending her boobs bouncing around so hard that one popped out of her top.
"Ow! Knock it off, pussy!" Jane snapped, knocked down but clearly not out. Trey was still trotting to a stop when she grabbed him by the leg. He tried to pull away, but it was all he could do not to fall over. Jane rose back to her feet, this time catching the goth femboy by his shorts. She didn't bother with another hold as she yanked them straight up, giving him a massive wedgie that dug the bright colored shorts into his ass and balls.
"Yaaa! Ow ow owww!" Trey whined as he tugged at her wrists and his bottoms. Her grip was too solid to stop her from making the shorts ride up, exposing half of his ass and outlining his actually impressive cock. Seeing that he couldn't make her stop by force, he decided to go about it another way.
Trey reached behind him, his longer reach getting around Jane's broad body and grabbing her booty shorts as well. He yanked them up to meet her wedgie, getting her to let out a gasp against his ear. The teasing breath made him shudder but he kept tugging and twisting, wedging the clothes further up her juicy ass and dampening pussy.
"No you don't… emo bitch," Jane hissed. She abandoned the wedgie to grab him in a bearhug instead. She lifted him off his feet despite being shorter, squeezing tightly around his middle. Trey gasped and thought fast, reversing his wedgie to go for the opposite. He shoved her shorts down, pushing them past her freckled thighs and ass. It didn't do any real damage, but it did make walking much harder for her to get away with. Combined with the fact that she was trying to carry him, he was only in the hug for a couple seconds before Jane tripped over her half-removed shorts.
They both dropped to the mats as Trey hurried up to his knees. Jane was cursing under her breath as she went to finish pulling down her shorts, leaving the femboy with another opening. He jumped onto Jane's back and tackled her to the mats, catching her offguard once again and mashing her tits into the mat. He tossed his arms around her neck, closer to a piggyback ride than a chokehold given his lack of experience.
"Oof! Get off, stringbean," Jane demanded. She started to get up right away, showing his light weight wasn't going to stop a brute like her. She still stopped halfway, halting when she felt his sizeable bulge rubbing against her plump ass. She bit her lip as the tightly wedgied shorts made his cock even more pronounced, grinding right between her cheeks and teasing her pussy all at once with its girth.
The distraction was enough for her to lose her balance and drop back down. The crowd went crazy as it took Trey a minute to realize what was going on. He leaned into it when he did, going for all he could get as he tried to choke her out while grinding on her ass.
"H-hey! Watch it back there," Jane grumbled, acting grumpy while she blushed from the incidental humping. She had seen the other boys and their small packages, not expecting this kind of equipment coming from her opponent.
"Jane? You give up?" Veronica asked. That snapped her back out of it as she bucked hard to one side, tossing the skinny femboy off her again.
"No way! Not to this dipshit," Jane insisted huffily. She didn't bother getting up as she mounted the downed femboy, grabbing his wrists as he tried to fight back. She just as easily overpowered him, making him slap his own face with his scrawny arms.
"Not a chance, pussy. Not my fault you're so cute and distracting," the redhead excused. She grinned as she shoved his shirt up, exposing his pale and skinny chest.
"In face I bet you love the same shit. Don't' you, girly boy?" Jane lowered her head to take one of his nipples into her mouth, biting and sucking like he had with hers before. Trey's eyes lit up as he gasped, shuddering beneath her. His hardon swelled again as his sensitive nips were toyed with, the bullying redhead smearing her tongue all over them.
"Mmm, I knew it. You like that, bitch? Say it," Jane demanded.
"I love it," Trey mewled, squirming harder beneath her. His eyes fluttered as he was quickly overwhelmed by the teasing and flirty jock. Jane had almost no resistance as she peeled off his shirt before going for his shorts, simply dying to know for sure. When she'd undone her wedgie, the pale boy sat there slightly curled up with a monster of a cock sticking out from between his legs.
"Holy shit. I gotta fuck with tall boys more often," Jane said, simply in awe of the girthy thing as she sat on his stomach. Her big ass and his tiny waist made it an easy pin, though she didn't bother with his shoulders. She ran her fingers along its length, tracing over veins and the slight curve of his cock. Trey started to pant as his dick throbbed to her touch, especially as she wrapped her hand around the lengthy meat. He started to push and tug at her top to try and toss her off, but she shrugged out of it to let her freckled tits be exposed.
"Still fightin', huh? I know how to fix that."
The audience cheered as she cupped her jugs, leaning in to wrap them around Trey's cock. She titfucked him with her jiggling rack, instantly making him drop to the mats with a loud groan. He was leaking precum in seconds, and she quickly learned that he wasn't one to take long. The goth boy moaned as within a minute, his dick squirted up and onto her cleavage with a heavy shudder.
"Atta boy," Jane grinned. "Knew you were just a showpony. All look and no real horsepower."
The husky redhead turned to straddle his stomach, facing him as she caught his wrists again. She smirked down at him as she leaned in for the pin, trapping him completely beneath her. She nodded to the ref who started her count. "1! 2!"
"Ooh!" Jane suddenly gasped as she arched up, breaking the pin long enough for Trey to jerk a shoulder up. The pin was broken as the freckled tomboy glanced between her legs. The long cock was still hard and wetly rubbing against her pussy through her wedgied shorts.
"What the… you're still hard?" she demanded. She had customers all the time that she could please and leave them drained for days before crawling back for more. The scrawny emo was still humping against her, and it was making her blush with how thick and hard it was pushing against her pussy.
"What's it take to… mmf… ooh," she started to mutter. Trey's head spun from the close call and the fresh orgasm, but he fought through his cumbrain state to see that whatever he was doing, it was working.
Trey kept bucking his hips, bouncing the busty brute around until she was starting to grind in time with his trusts. She gasped and panted softly, much like most of the femboys had throughout their matches. The audience started at a low murmur before one hard thrust actually brought Jane over to her side. The crowd popped in a supportive cheer as Trey stayed glued to her, his leftover cum and fresh precum smearing stains over her shorts. Even the dry humping was getting the redhead to blush and moan from his hefty dick, so he grabbed and tore the shorts off to expose her bushy pussy.
"Oh god… oh fuck. Hang… hang on a OHHHH~!"
Jane tensed up, clenching around the tight-fitting monster of a cock. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled as he just kept humping her silly, the wet pussy making his thrusts go by even easier than he had been outside her. She grabbed at his arms, trying to right herself before Trey leaned in closer. In his horny and mindlessly tired state, he kissed her with his thin, dark lips. Jane's eyes went wide again as she seemed to melt in his grip, the cock and kissing proving too much for her. She simply laid back, far enough that Trey could even mount her in a mating press. Her legs bent back until her feet were over her head, the goth's cock slamming into her pussy from above while he made out with her, satisfying them both in the heated moment. They moaned louder and grunted as they started to reach their mutual orgasms.
"1! 2! 3! Trey wins!"
Neither side seemed to notice, treating it as a countdown to their cumming instead. They both shook as Jane squirted over his cock and Trey shot his load inside her, sharing a sticky mess inside the redhead. She moaned and jiggled beneath him as she just wrapped her arms around his torso, scratching at his back as she pulled him in deeper to their kiss and penetration. The fighters turned lovers moaned and drooled over each other, swapping all sorts of fluids when Trey felt a bunch of hands slapping his back and shaking his shoulders. Surprisingly, almost half of them were the tomboys as well as his coworkers.
"You did it! Holy shit!" one of the shorter femboys gushed. "That was brilliant!"
"Nice moves, dude!" one of the tomboys praised. "Didn't know you little twinks had it in ya." Apparently the girls were happy to have some sporting competition more than they were eager to win.
"Deal's a deal! You girls have to help out and treat us with some respect!" Cory insisted.
"Sure is. And happy to," Erica answered. She loomed over the thick-bootied brunette and grinned. "Which is why I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out sometime."
There was a definite lack of tension in the air as the neighboring restaurants mingled and celebrated with each other rather than arguing over the results. Trey smiled meekly, blushing over his pale skin to get all the attention and realizing what had happened.
"You can… pull out anytime," Jane muttered softly beneath him.
"Oh! Sorry!" Trey blurted. He started to remove his hardon from her when Jane held his hand tightly.
"I mean, no rush," she muttered again. "Like take your time. Or maybe if you wanna try this again sometime…"
Trey gulped but smiled. Apparently things were definitely about to change with how the restaurants worked together.