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Hollywood Pornstars
By : TheChemist
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Title: Hollywood Pornstars 76
Author: JakoHara
Celebrities (Sex): Hayley Atwell, Anthony Mackie
Codes: MF, Anal, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this work of fiction. Do not read if under 18. These events did not happen, I do not know Hayley Atwell, Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans or Kevin Feige, nor am I associated with them in any way. I also don’t know nor am I associated with any of the porn companies/studios mentioned, especially Captain America, The Avengers, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Kevin Feige Productions, Agent Carter, Disney+
Summary: With the MCU’s up-and-coming Phase 5 future project titled 'Secret Wars' on the horizon, British-American actress Hayley Atwell, must prove to the president of Marvel Studios Kevin Feige, that she still has what it takes to play a role in this ever-expanding series of blockbuster series and movies after her already 10-year inclusion, and with a rumoured Captain Carter show on the horizon, she agrees to a private physicality screening suggested by Feige against the new leader of the Avengers, Anthony Mackie's Captain America, in a test of endurance on Evolved Fights, an MMA inspired arena that brings to a whole new level of sexy to the sport. Man Vs Woman battle it out in competitive wrestling and sex fighting matches where things take a hardcore turn. Winner will fuck Loser, and the Losers alway hold a grudge as we find out which of the two Cap’s can truly: Do it all day.
The Classical 40's track; 'It's Been a Long, Long Time” performed by the wonderful Kitty Kallen and The Harry James Orchestra which had now been made iconic in the modern-day from the first Marvel I.P she ever appeared in played softly in the background. And Hayley Elizabeth Atwell’s reflection stared back at the reflective mirror glass that enveloped her body head to toe.
It had been over 10 years since the professional performer had filmed the Phase 1 flick; Captain America: The First Avenger, in which she appeared as the British/English character of Margaret Elizabeth 'Peggy' Carter, aka the love interest to one Chris Evans, Steve Rogers aka, Captain America, she had stared into that mirror dozens of times before though painstaking preparations for the role she had played in multiple movies, but had never found herself staring quite as hard as she was right now, and while playing what some might call a minor role in those films, she had always tried her best to bring everything she could to the role of Peggy, a stern and strong no-nonsense taking woman that little girls all over the world could look up to for inspiration about issues in their own lives.
She even went as far as to land her own small-scale period drama tv series amply titled; 'Agent Carter’, which ran for a total of 2 seasons between 2015 to 2016 respectively, and once the conclusion of Avengers Endgame came in 2019, well, you might assume her time as the now much beloved Peggy Carter was finally coming to a close when Evan's Steve Rogers had chosen to stay in the past with her, and live his full life the way his friend Tony, played by Robert Downey Jr. had suggested to him many movies prior. But you'd be wrong if your mind had ever swayed that way.
In preparation for the launch of the now widely popular streaming service Disney+ in late 2018, Atwell was offered a chance to reprise her role in the up-and-coming animated show; What if, where she would lend her voice acting abilities to the production, set to premiere the following year, but this time, with an enticing caveat, she would be allowed to play a 'Variant' of herself or Multiversal counterpart where it would be she who during the events of Captain America: The First Avenger who would receive the Super Soldier Serum instead of Evan's Rodgers, becoming the now widely acclaimed 'Captain Carter' who would go on to change the face of World War II as well as the perception of women in that universe as a whole.
And while the show was received with generally positive reviews, praised for the voice acting, animation, creative storylines and a with season 2 well on the way, it was really her surprise live-action debut in the mainline MCU movie; Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness in the year 2022 that caught fans wildly off guard with her secret inclusion as one of the six members of the Illuminati in universe 838, sadly, her role in that film would not last long, and fans wanted more, much more, however, after going in to visit the President of Marvel Studios; Kevin Feige to discuss more on her future as Captain Carter after Doctor Strange 2, he revealed to her in as many nice words as he could that he didn't exactly have a plan in mind for her now that actor Anthony Mackie, the MCU's new Captain America, Sam Wilson, who had been hand-picked by Evan's Rodgers at the end of endgame to become the new successor of the shield, had just finished wrapping up his next part on a future instalment and thusly did not intend to include her again until potentially Marvel's Phase 5 had begun production, which was still an easy 5 years off from now.
By then, the actress would be 45 and Feige feared she may no longer wish to be such an integral part of the superhero culture by that time, which was why this current phase, phase 4, was so essential in setting up the next generation of heroes as well as signing new contracts for younger, more enthusiastic actors who would play the roles for the next decade or so.
And even though Atwell had protested her passion for these movies and the role of Peggy Carter, Feige remained unconvinced, and when she brought up that Mackie held an additional 3 years on her, the conversation began to twist into more of a sexist manner than the polite discussion it had remained before. Though Feige insisted that had nothing to do with the decision, Atwell lightly threatened to go public with the insinuation. Knowing what kind of terrible firestorm this could light under his keister right at the wrong time, the head of Marvel Studios came up with a new idea, one so bold, it could never be broadcast by any official approved Marvel or Disney means, and in doing so, offered Atwell a choice, a chance to cut lose a bit and prove she still physically capable to wield the iconic shield, in exchange for her silence on this matter of discussion, Feige would book a once in a lifetime private screening of her and Mackie settling their differences in the closest thing they could get to a soft tested rated R marvel property reveal so soon in this decade. He would book his two greatest American and Britain shield supporters in a no holds barred match in the adult entertainment enterprise; Evolved Fights. A competitive sex wrestling and fighting show that used the elusion of an MMA-style fight to go at one another like the mammals in heat we all are at our cores.
This of course took some convincing to come around to on Atwell's part, as she insisted to know why she was required to subject herself to such an extreme and frankly unnecessary display of physical retention, just to further her career in the biggest entertainment industry working today. But the more they spoke, the more sense it made, especially after that whole debacle tweet of ‘Give back our Captain America’: Marvel fans up in arms as Captain Carter replaces Sam Wilson ahead of What If', in where fans were outraged on August 11, 2021, that implied Sam Wilson had been replaced by Peggy Carter on the Twitter handle, when a promotional strategy for the first season of the animated series backfired on the studio badly, fans came out in droves, accusing Atwell's Peggy Carter of trying to replace Mackie's Sam Wilson when this was not the case at all.
Still, the fan criticism continued, and while neither actor held any kind of resentment or grudge towards the other in any way, Feige still saw this as an opportunity, an opportunity to do what he does best, and entertain the masses with superhero's duking it out on the screen, all be it a much smaller one this time. Mackie too took some convincing, given that he was quite accustomed to the fact that it would be him, after the hit show; The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, premiered on Disney+ to a widely praising audience and so had to be pressed a little harder into the idea, but eventually, he too came around to the supposition.
And so that had brought us up to speed in the current day, or rather, to this most spectacular night in Las Vegas, Nevada. In which Hayley Atwell was scheduled to duke it out with fellow actor Anthony Mackie in a no holds barred sexually humiliation bout, where cameras in the audience were forbidden and the two actors themselves were to play the characters themselves, these two iconic members of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, were completely unaware of the magnitude of what was about to go down. So while she currently geared up in the privacy of her trailer into her Captain Carter suit she had worn during her time on the set of Doctor Strange 2 for this most unorthodox trial of tribulations by competing against a man she held no negative regard for, she felt a sense of growing opportunity from the promise that had been made to her if she won tonight's bout. She would be made the new 'Captain' of the MCU going forward, and if she lost, her role in the MCU would be reduced to her voice appearance's in the What If series, with no guaranteed assurance of continued employment past that project if any at all in the following years to come. Though it's not like she would starve or anything either, as she was a very talented and versatile actress, with many up-and-coming projects such as the animated Tomb Raider series she was set to star in voicing Laura Croft, and Mission: Impossible-Dead Reckoning - Parts One and Two alongside Tom Cruise. Just to name a few of her up-and-coming works.
But now wasn't the time to worry about such things, as she thought over the terms of this deal, she wasn’t at all sure what the word she was feeling was, but all things considered, the British actress felt a sense of pride when looking at the curvaceously confident form of 'Captain Carter' staring back at her in the reflection of the mirror. The suit fit her well, but it was not the exact same costume she'd worn before, this outfit had been sent to her specially modified to look just like the costume from the movie and series with its interlocking armaments over her chest and arms, but it was made of a much softer material than her old ensemble, the navy blue pants were made of a silky fabric, as was her trim navy jacket that held the iconic Union Jack, the de facto national flag of the United Kingdom crossed across her large breasts in all its spectacular red-white-and-blue glory. The belt that held her pants up was solid brown and it too felt like a more flimsy material, more akin to rubber than a leather belt. She put on the brown gloves she had taken from the same pouch in her room, and she was only too happy to see that they fit just like her old ones did, and after taking a deep breath, she nodded her head in approval, before a knock at the door suddenly snapped her out of this line of thought.
“Ehem, Come in,” she said pensively.
“Hey, Ms Atwell, we’re all ready to go in the arena,” Reginald, a sound technician from down the hall, said as normal as one might imagine, “You about ready here, Ma'am?”
“Yes, almost,” she honestly admitted, “Just taking a moment to prepare myself.”
“Alright, then, costume looks great by the way,” the sound technician said before stepping into the somewhat cramped space, “Oh yeah, one more thing Ma'am,” he said in a pensive tone. “I hate to ask this but my son's kind of a big fan of yours, he loved ya in that What If show thing and...well I only see him on weekends now so...I was wondering if it wouldn't be too much trouble to scribble an autograph on something for him if you'd be so kind?”
Hayley smiled, looking at the script she had finished rehearsing hours ago. “Of course,” she said as she turned toward the mirror again, and scribbled an autograph on her script, “Here, I won't be needing this anymore,” she said, before planting a red cherry lipstick kiss on the paper and handing it to the technician.
“Thanks so much Ma'am, he'll love this I'm sure,” the man said as he took the autographed script from her glove to her.
“Certainly,” Hayley said, “It’s been a pleasure to meet you. Do tell them I'll be ready in the next 5,” she added, returning to the mirror to finish strapping on her jacket.
“Absolutely, ma’am,” he answered, “See you soon.” The sound technician gave a quick thumbs up and proceeded to leave, and before he did, he stopped at the door and announced absently.
“Oh, seems you have a visitor” he smiled, and Anthony Mackie entered the room, passing the technician, who left the confines of the trailer.
“Heyyy Hayley,” the smooth ebony man's voice carried throughout the small trailer like a warm summer breeze, Hayley smiled widely, and her mouth fell agape upon seeing his outfit. He wore an exact replica of his own version of the Captain America costume he'd worn in his own Disney+ show, though it also looked to be softer materials than the on-set replica.
“Anthony Mackie,” she said as if tasting the unfamiliar name for the first time, turning the music down on her phone, she looked back to him and said, “I didn’t know you's be popping by.”
The two exchanged a pleasant hug, followed by a firm handshake before Hayley gestured for Anthony to take a seat on the lone couch in the room.
“Well, truth be told, I came by to see how you were doing,” Anthony said as he settled in at the end of the sofa.
“Quite fine thank you,” Hayley smiled a gorgeous smile, “And you?”
“Good, yeah good,” Anthony said as he nodded, “Well, I mean,” he made a slightly uncomfortable gesture with his body, shifting himself ever so slightly on the cushion, “About as good as two people who've essentially been pimped out on primetime TV can get,” he added in a laconic tone.
“Well, yes, I suppose when you put it like that,” Hayley said, her tone turning a little more serious, “But you had the same talk as I had with Kevin, at least presumably. I’m still a little uneasy about it, but I'm choosing to look at it as positively as possible.”
Mackie smiled at her as he rested his chin on his hand, “An inspiring quality 'Steve'...” He said in a humorous tone, “...Would have looked for a successor huh,” he continued, as he patted her on the shoulder affectionately.
“Mm, yes, I suppose so,” Hayley said as she shook her head playfully to the side a little, laughing lightly as she did so, “Still, I can’t say I’m not at least a little excited by this prospect,” she said with little shyness behind her humour.
“You know, I’m finding it a little hard to believe that,” Anthony mused in a more handsome tone. “It seems like yesterday I was just an actor trying to find a job and well,” he said with a contented sigh, “Now here I am, about to wrestle a gorgeous woman searching for the chance to be Captain America,” he mused with a smile. “ God if my folks can see me now. Thank god they don't watch superhero shit.”
“Yes,” Hayley chuckled, “Perhaps we’re both lucky in that respect.”
The two shared a comfortable silence, replaying the day's events in their heads.
“Listen, Hayley,” said Anthony, leaning forward a bit off the edge of the couch, his white-blue and red superhero suit shining in the dim light, “We really don't have to do this if you’re not willing to, just say the word, and we'll call this whole thing off.”
That sat between them for a couple of unfettered seconds. Before finally, Ms Atwell sipped down another mouthful of her electrolyte water on the bench near her.
“You know, Mackie,” Hayley replied in a thoughtful tone, “I appreciate the concern, I truly do but,” she paused again. “If you don't mind me saying so, that sounds like quitters talk to me,” she jabbed a finger out at Mackie, before continuing in a tone a little softer, “And to be honest, It's not like I really want to back down anyway, were both professional actors, this is really no different than what we do behind the films we make,” she said with a slight chuckle.
Mackie chuckled, “Ah-hah-all right,” he threw his hands up and hopped up off the sofa, “An interesting point of view and all, but don't say I didn't give you a chance to back out when you had the chance,” he held up his arm in a gesture of good faith, to which she reciprocated back my meeting his motion halfway and the too locked right arms, both their biceps bulged at the impromptu aerial arm wrestle they now found themselves in.
“The same to you...Sam,” she finished, as she winked at Mackie, as if to say it's all on from here.
They held each other's gaze for a couple of seconds before he finally nodded to her, letting out a little giggle.
“Okay, then, Peggy,” he said in a half-joking tone, “May the best Cap win,” he added with a quick smirk.
“Oh I intend to,” Haley joshed back good-naturedly with a slight competitive flick of her head.
As Mackie left the trailer, Ms Atwell looked at the mirror one last time.
“You really believe that Atwell?” She said to her reflection, gently moving a few strands of hair out of her face to behind her ears.
“I do,” she said in a stony monotone, “Just remember, you've got this.”
* * *
The flashy graphics over the jumbotrons loudspeakers began their introductory sequence as the room darkened to the small exclusive crowd of about a hundred people that had paid through the nose to get in, the whole event had been promoted in secret by Mr Feige and the turnout hadn't disappointed. Flash promoted seemingly overnight like it were an actual championship title match between a defending champion and the number 1 contender who wanted their title for their own hadn't been planned in their marketing strategy but usually, anything under the Marvel Studios banner more often than not drew in a crowd of some description these days. Above the ring, the large 4-way screen showed off both Atwell and Mackie in their completed suits, standing opposite each other with folded arms, their titles below them read 'Captain Carter' and 'Captain America' under each super-suited man and woman, which really gave a sense that they were made to look like professional MMA fighters rather than the actors playing the roles that they actually were.
The screen read off their general attributes each held, their previous record of wins which, unsurprising to no one came up at 0, but being their first time appearing on the platform this didn't really shock anyone.
Their age was displayed under; with Atwell standing at 40 years old and Mackie coming in at 43, yet for individuals of that many years, both were in prime shape, the best of their lives in fact, Atwell had said in an interview years earlier; “It's that Marvel regimen for you,” she'd laughed to the interviewer, “You get up every morning at the crack of dawn for a run in the hills, do a general six-pack abs routine, a few hundred sit-ups and whatever, oh yeah, and not to forget we essentially drink blended chicken every day as well, just ask Mr Hemsworth about that and he'll tell you all about it.”
Below the age, the data on the projector put Mackie at a clear advantage, but if the movie franchise the two had shared ever taught anyone anything; it's that the key to winning wasn't how big you are, but how many times you could get back up after being knocked down on your ass.
The jumbotron screen then cut to both participants in separate 'Dirty-Smack Talk' interviews they'd recorded earlier in preparation for this intro.
With Atwell going first, the video showed her in her suit, punching the air enthusiastically preparing for her confrontation with Mackie, and the camera zoomed in on her face for the first of what was short to be many times that night.
“Hello everyone, so glad to be here tonight, for those of you who don't know I am Margaret Elizabeth 'Peggy' Carter, I am 5 foot 6, and 150 pounds of pure super-soldier right out of the Allied Forces and the year 1943,” she gave a curt little wave with one hand, holding on to her UK-inspired shield in the other. “While it's taken some adjustment to get up to speed in this decade, I've often heard of a one Mr Wilsion who seems to have a real hard-on for the spot of Captain America these days,” she smiled with a sly sideways glance to the camera. “Well buddy, I hate to break it to you but, while I may not be an advocate for America personally, the title of Captain will be coming home with me tonight,” she said, her voice slightly smug. “But in any case, I suppose words will only get you so far, and it looks like I'll just have to back it up tonight by crushing your skull with these enhanced super serum thighs,” she raised her pant leg to show her super thickened thighs, “Which you can bet,” she continued, “Won't be my only advantage, you can trust me on that,” she quipped winking at the camera to cheers and the lascivious whistles of suggestive intents that were being blown from the crowd before it cut away from her.
Anthony Mackie's face now showed on the screen, his eyes were covered by red-tinted lenses that attached to a white strap that ran around his head “Good evening my fellow Americans,” Mackie's Sam Wilson saluted the camera in a manner that suggested he was ready to do his duty as the current Captain America whilst his more classical American shield too remained locked on his back. “You all already know who I am, the names Sam Wilson, but you can call me, your new Captain America,” the crowd cheered at the title announcement, “I'm coming in at 5'10'' and about 180 pounds, now I mean no disrespect but do we really think the Queen of England really has a chance against a dude from small-town America?” He added somewhat sassily as he flexed his pecks under his suit that drove the crowd to ecstatic cheers howls who his name. One particularly enthusiastic viewer could be heard shouting, "Yeah Sammie-boy! Do it for Old 'Merica baby! Yeeehaww!”
Then the screen cut to a new bot of Mackie’s interview.
“Now with all due respect Ma'am, you were a heroic symbol for women everywhere back then, my own grandmother would talk tales of the great Captain Carter and for that, I salute you, but this is not back then, time's have changed, and so too has the greater America,” Mackie smirked proudly, his hands resting on his hips, looking physically stronger than Atwell's Carter, “Still, I suppose I'll have to show you first hand,” he said, pointing at the screen, “The way many men probably had to show you back in the days before you became America's pin-up girl on the covers of magazines my grandfather would have beat off too,” the crowd wooed at Mackie's burnished interview.
As the screen cut out, the spotlight snapped on brightly in the darkened environment like an alien craft about to abduct someone. And as the crowd focused on the middle of the ring, the referee who doubled as tonight's announcer stepped out into the spotlight, an Avengers A patch was sewed into the sleeve of his striped shirt, and sounded suspiciously familiar to both actors and the audience alike when he began his introduction.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to this most memorable of nights on Evolved Fights Primal Urges in our very own city of sin!” The voice came from the loudspeakers, and both Atwell and Mackie couldn't believe what they were seeing.
'Feige, you crazy son of a bitch you did it,' Mackie thought to himself as a wide smile broke across his face. He hadn't originally understood why some prop guy had asked for his shield out the back for what he could only quote as a 'special appearance he'll find out about in a few,' but as he stared at the man in the centre of the ring it became blatantly clear as to why.
'Bloody hell Kevin,' Haley's thoughts too swirled inside her head as a similar smile found its way onto her face as well, 'You really did go all out for this one didn't you?'
Standing in a referee's white and black striped uniform, stood the burly white form of actor Chris Evans, the former Captain America himself from the MCU's original decade run, holding a microphone in his hand and his original shield in the other. “But tonight! Will be like none other before it! As you will all be privileged to witness a true all-American bout, unlike anything you've ever seen before! Tonight! You will see two Captains of this fine country from two very different time periods battle for the right! To hold the mantle, of CAPTAIN AMERICAAA!!!” Evans paused his onslaught of electrified energy, waiting for the tidal wave of cheers to pass, and once it did, continued on.
“This will be the fight of their lives,” he said, paraphrasing one of the most infamous lines from his final MCU appearance as Cap, which drew another roar out of the crowd, “As they each try to outwit each other, not only in skill, but in strategy as well, on a path that very few can ever claim they've walked themselves.”
The crowd roared, and as Evans stood there pointing towards one side. “In the red corner!” As the spotlight followed his trail, Evans yelled, “Coming in at a sweet 5 feet 6, 150 pounds, the woman out of time! MARGARET ELIZABETH PEGGYYY CAAARTERRR!!!” He bellowed into the mic as Atwell made her way on stage to many whistles of appreciation for her curvaceous ass being lit up from the red under lights that shone up from the floor beneath, holding up her shield above her head in a spectacular model pose. She walked over to Evans, who smiled at her, and the two embraced in a hug, and as the crowd continued to cheer at what would likely be the closest thing they'd probably ever get to an original Captain America and Captain Carter crossover, Hayley had to practically yell in his ear and over the crowd.
“Oh my gosh, Chris! What a nice surprise! They didn't tell me you'd be here, or for that matter much less refereeing this little match!” Atwell gushed, bringing a tear to one eye.
“Good to see you too Hayley,” he said audibly over the noise all around them. “Yeah, It was a real last-minute thing on Feige's part, said he wanted to do something truly special and that he; 'Needed me on the next flight out of Sudbury yesterday.' So you can probably imagine it was pretty hard to turn him down when he told me what it was.”
“I bet, well, I'm just glad you're here,” she smiled at him, breaking the high apart and backing up a few feet. Now distanced, Evans began again.
“And in the blue corner!” Evans shouted as Hayley made her way towards her corner. “Standing at 5'10” and weighing in at about 180 pounds, Ladies and Gentlemen I give you! Your NEW Captain America! SAAAM THOMAAAS WILSIOOONNN!!!”
Mackie jogged out of the darkened hallway he previously stood in, slapping hands along the way and even posing briefly for a selfie with a female fan right before entering the cage door, making his way to the centre of the mat, he shook Evan's hand and let out a wonderful laugh at seeing his old friend here at this most unexpected of places.
“Damn, it's so good to see you man,” the men clasped hands as Evan's handed him back his iconic shield and the two men brought each other in for a brief man hug, “Not back to steal my thunder yet I hope aye Cap,” Mackie joked in Evan's ear.
“Not on your life bud!” Evan laughed at the idea, “Nah no way, that blessing and curse are all yours to bear my friend, I'm just here thanks to a loophole that lets this count as my last appearance. Wild, I know.” After saying that, he broke off from Mackie as well and took centre stage once again to address the crowd again.
“Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, before we get to the first round of this little contest,” Evans gave his ringmaster performance to the crowd, a smile appeared, “I'd like to go over the rules, for those of you who are just joining us for the first time.” As they booed ironically, Evans pressed on. “I know I know, but hey, just think, it could be you up here, so, rules are as follows, Captains,” he said, addressing both Mackie and Atwell at the same time. “This will be a 3-round set of 6-minute sexual scrabbles in which your feats and activities will be judged by the audience at the end of each round, and while wrestling is all well and good, it will be the number of sexual deeds each grappler can force the other into. The only way to win is either to score 10 popularity points with the audience, or if one side comes, the whole match is over, and the first to win 2 rounds will...” He paused for dramatic effect, “Be allowed to keep their shield, as well as the title of 'Captain.' In addition, the winner will earn the right to fuck the loser for the amusement of those all present. Do you understand these rules as I have read them to you today?” He looked to Atwell for acknowledgement, she shook her head in understanding and she powerfully punched her fist into her open hand, signifying she was ready to rumble.
“And do you understand these rules as I have presented them to you today?” Evans switched his gaze to Mackie.
“I do,” Mackie replied with a plain beat, rolling his shoulders around and getting his head in the game.
Evans shook his head and took a few steps back to look on as the two professional actors, now turned sex-combatants stepped up to each other in the middle of the ring, each crouched down a fraction and drew their shields up to face one another, their reflections and other's light sources bristled with blinding effectiveness.
“Alright then soldiers, let the first round of 6 minutes on the clock! BEGINNN!!” Chris boomed as he blew his whistle around his neck, signalling for the match to begin and began instinctively walking in slow circles around the participants, as they themselves began moving in a guarded circle.
“No hard feelings right?” Mackie, in the role of Sam, said softly to Atwell, now fully immersed in the role of Captain Carter.
“Not unless you can't get it up under all this pressure,” Atwell quipped a confident smirk at Sam, which seemed to be the final comforting push he needed to really get going into the overwhelming feeling of this event, “Oh I'll show you pressure, just you wait and see, this'll be one hell of a fucking show,” Mackie responded with a wink and a grin.
“Better watch your language there Cap, your fans are all watching,” Peggy said, as the two bumped shields quickly in mutual respect for each other, and the metallic sound they made reverberated around the mini-colosseum, as it pierced through the shouting and the screaming of the crowd around the ring.
She knew that statistically, she held the natural advantage in a match like this, all she'd need to do is make him cum once and it would be all over in a single round, leaving Atwell the undisputed Captain of The Avengers. Of course, it was just for show, but there was still some weight to the thought that made her want to press on, and make her performance seem as real as possible.
As Sam readied his fist for the first blow, he was nearly caught off guard when Peggy's first swing swung low, in an attempt to knock the performer off his balance. Both remained crouched as Sam blocked the strike easily enough and looked towards the ground to try and see her following attack, it took him a second to recognize the patterning she used, but he caught on and raised his right leg up to block against another attack but realised too late that he had forgotten about her obvious protection, as it came around and slammed into his side with audible force.
Of course, neither shield were actually made from any kind of metal to speak of, there'd be no way Kevin Feige would ever endanger his top talents like that, even in a special event such as this one, instead, they were made from a mixture of safety rubbers that were strong in appearance, but were soft at the touch that made the iconic metallic noises every time a noticeable vibration was dealt with them.
Good thing too, as Haley used this little note to her advantage and spun herself around like a professional Discus athlete and hurled the shield at the cage, narrowly missing Evan's who was fortunate enough to drop at the last moment, the crowd wowed in a brief moment of awe as the large circular Frisby bounced off the cage wall and flew back at Sam with full force, bearly giving him time to block with his own shield and knocked it away with a grunt, but this gave her the exact opening she had hoped for. As Sam was too busy reeling from the distraction, Peggy slipped between his legs and grappled one of them, pulling Sam down and using the momentum from her slide to slam him on his back, though he tried his best to regain himself after her oncoming assault, her leg locked over his other, holing him down in place.
The crowd went wild as she ripped the upper part of his pants away, to reveal the large 10-inch erect black cock that had managed to somehow hide away underneath the otherwise tight-white costume he was wearing, causing Sam to shiver fractionally at the feel of her cold touching fingers along his shaft.
“Goodness me,” Atwell said, staying in character, “Just what do we have here?” Peggy said with a wink and grasped the member, though everyone could see she was having some trouble wrapping her hand around his still growing girth, “Now I don't know if you wanna take my word for it but, this here looks like a cock that America can be proud of~” her eye's turned dreamy and she was just about to stick out her tongue to taste the chocolatey treat in her hand, when Sam bucked her grip off of his legs and quickly scurried to his feet.
“Well then, that was not very kind of you to throw a lady off like that,” Peggy said as she attempted to regain a balance she did not feel confident in, but Sam simply shrugged with a smile and dashed forward towards the heroine who raised her shield just in time as the two clashed, almost mirroring a shot their new referee had made when he fought himself in the last movie he appeared in.
“Wrong Peggy,” Sam said in a stern voice as he slowly approached her, “What isn't very kind is how you didn't let me return the, FAVOUR!” He grunted the last word and pushed her shield aside with his own, it was only for a second, but he used the moment to twirl on the spot, and in mid-spin, he grabbed the material covering her right breast and tore left as hard as he could. The resulting tare tore the Union Jack symbol into ribbons and pieces, and exposed her two now freely swinging breasts for all to see, causing a blended mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd to bellow as Peggy's nipples stood erect for all spectating to gape over.
“Why I never!” Peggy exclaimed, slamming her shield into his chest, knocking him back a bit, but in doing so, she lost her balance, and fell back a few steps herself. The moment of confusion seemed to have served its purpose, turning Peggy's interest elsewhere, and he capitalized on the opportunity by sprinting up and tackling her to the mat beneath, as he struggled against her might, he eventually wore her down, pinning her to the ground and spinning her over so that he could sit atop her curvy legs and grasp her bubbly buttocks in his grip.
It took some effort, But Sam was ultimately able to leverage himself up enough to get his hands around her waist, and he pressed his weight down hard on her, causing her legs to rise and fall as she did her best to throw him off, but found herself unable to escape the inevitable.
“Let's see you try to get out of this,” Sam said with as much male bravado as half the audience was probably feeling at that same moment as he locked his legs around hers, it was clear from this angle all she could do was raise her abdomen up a little, which unfortunately wouldn't do very much in this position, so she decided that patience was the way, she would bide her time, and came to rest on her elbows.
“Oooh, oh god,” Peggy moaned as Sam's hand slammed down on her cover cheeks, spanking the spandex that shrouded them as he was unable to reach her exposed breasts. She made no move to strike back, not yet, not until it was clear that Sam would slip up. The sudden thought of embarrassment and rage at her breasts being displayed to the many men in attendance that were willing to pay to see her in this state only served as fuel to find a way out of this precarious posing.
But before she could muster up a plan to counterattack, she felt Sam's grip on her ass stiffen and heard an audible tearing sound, like the sound of something being ripped, and saw a part of her blue combat pants thrown over the top of her head as the crowd cheered for what she knew must have happened behind her.
“Did you just!?” Peggy started but was cut off when her head was pressed back into the mat, muffling her words.
The feeling of Sam's member caressing against her naked butt cheeks brought with it a sense of warmth she didn't try to fight at first, and although the feeling was not entirely unpleasant, she couldn't afford to lose this game by letting him stick it in her.
“Looks like round 1 goes to me...Peggy!” he hollered, as his pelvis moved up and down her back crack, teasing her with every move. With all the willpower she possessed, she gritted down on her teeth, dragging herself out from under his grip and reached for the shield that had fallen just out of reach ahead of her, only mere fingertips away now, if she could just...
“Whoa whoa there now...” Sam said, reaffirming his grasp on her legs while pulling her back under his so that now her back was under his body, which allowed him to grab the shield from her graceless grasp. He swatted at her cheeks behind him, drawing a wincing giggle out of her. “Can't have you getting one of these back now can we,” he grinned with a giggle of his own.
He was right of course, but all she could do was push aside his gloating; she had to think of a way to get her shield back, especially now that he was exposing her private parts in this very public setting. The spanking was deeply humiliating, but even still, Peggy was able to clamp down on her emotions to stay strong. Her only option was to employ the skills she had learnt over the years of playing the character; to play the game and-
'That's it!' She thought, feeling his hand spank her again, this time over her armour, which shielded her a little from the impact.
“You're right, Sam,” Peggy said over her shoulder, “That was a pretty hopeless comeback attempt...Oh well.” She sighed, “I can't say I'm not impressed, I mean, I've seen what you're capable of, but even I wasn't expecting to be spanked over and over like that. That was a pretty bold play,” she grinned, giving him a playful nudge to indicate she wanted him to flip her over without letting her go.
“I guess I have to call mercy for now, come on, let's give these people what they want,” she mused.
“Do you really think I'll fall for that?” he asked, completely composed in the face of the sudden shift in attitude.
“I don't know, maybe...” She said, giving him an innocent look, “I mean, if things keep going as they are now, I might have to live up to the reputation as the ‘Fragile Fräulein’ more than I want to,” she giggled, pointing down to his rapidly swelling member. “Come on, flip me over, and I'll show you how we dames celebrated life after D-day,” she teased, knowing she was in charge of the game now, that if she couldn't overpower him physically, she'd have to tackle this problem a different way.
Mackie was speechless, he no longer knew if she was still deeply immersed in the role or if she was actually beginning to enjoy this experience, either way, he didn't exactly have enough blood going to his brain right now to figure out if it were a lie or the truth. So, he did as she asked, being very careful not to give her any opportunities to escape, until she lay on her back, and he still lingered over her stomach, both legs like anchors holding her in place.
“There's a good boy Sammy, now, just relax and let your better British half take it from here,” she said, giving him a lewd wink.
Before he could say anything, she wrapped his shaft up in the warm comfy confines of her pillowy breasts. The searing heat that shot up his spine caused his cock to stiffen almost instantly at the touch, causing her to giggle beneath slightly, as it expanded outwards more than what had been usual for him in the past.
“There's a good soldier,” she whispered softly into his ear, “And it's clear that I'm not going anywhere for a while, so why don't you show a lady a good time?” she asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
With a slightly aroused ego, Mackie grabbed one breast and squeezed it like a bowling ball, until he set a moan free from her lips. Slipping up his body from beneath, she rubbed his shaft by her pressing breasts up and down in matching tandem with his ever straining ragged puffs, looking down the sight was beautiful. Hayley-I-i mean Peggy, was working her deliciously meaty form up and down over his very distinguished manhood. Her every touch and command further reminded him of just how much he lusted after her over the course of each movie the two had co-starred in together.
“Jesus, Peggy, you're going to kill me here...” He gasped, panting heavily as his cock tensed and twitched from her touch. “If this is how you wanna play, then...I'll just have to try harder...” He added, reaching back for her sex, his thumb made landfall along her wet clit.
“You are one determined man Sam,” she moaned after popping her lips tight suction off his tip, “But I think you should know, I'm not going to be satisfied without a taste of you,” she stuck her tongue out in quite a lewd manner that would have made any normal man cum on her face right there and then, but he wasn't a normal man he had to remind himself, he was Captain America, and she wasn't about to take that away from him, still, the way she rocked her hips side to side gave him the full meaning of her choice of words.
Without further hesitation, Mackie dove the tip of his cockhead towards her offered tongue, and the first flicker made him shiver as her saliva clung to the tip of his length. Needing more, craving more, he edged himself up to her a little further, giving more ground as her cherry-red moistened lips sucked more of his head into her moaning mouth, “Oh God, your mouth is so god damn sweet,” he basked in her warmth for what felt like a long time as he felt her suck on his shaft like a snakebit on skin, and before long he was moaning just as much as she was, “Oh yes...that's it...that's the spot...oh, yeah, there, there, wh-watch your teeth...” He was hungry for more and she had taken full advantage of that. So much so that by the time he finally raised her play, he was almost completely lost in the throes of passion as she spat out his dick and used her now liberated arms to hurl him up over her head and break free of his hold.
Thinking quickly, she lunged for her shield before he could even register why his prick was suddenly feeling so cold, and the next thing he knew, the British shield was already being hurled right at his face.
The impact was smashing and even though they were no more dangerous than expensive rubber rings, man they packed a wallop. Peggy already knew that last one would leave behind a bruise, but she was still determined to win as ever.
And as he staggered a bit, the air-horn bellowed a deafening hoarse roar that penetrated the skulls of even those sitting in the audience.
Turning to see Evans was the one squeezing it, the sound rang in both their ears long after it had finished, “Alright, that's the first round over!” Evans said, picking up one shield and hurried over to Mackie to return his lost weapon, then doing the same to Peggy herself looking down at her reflection in the symbolic disc, she saw her lipstick had smudged a little, wiping away the excess with her wrist she looked up to the jumbotron to see what the crowds verdict was on who had emerged victorious in the first bout.
Both combatants held their breaths as their silhouettes remained dark while a few tense seconds passed before the screen flared to life and the crowd burst into loud applause as Captain Carter's silhouette lit up, declaring the brunette the victor of the first scuffle.
There was an amazing rush of elation shooting through her that she hadn't expected, and she nearly broke character because of it, but thankfully, she held her shield up in the air in celebration as the crowd roared in congratulations at the hero's triumphant moment.
“Congratulations Carter,” Sam said, applauding fairly like the rest of the people attending. “Not bad at all,” his face held a knowing smirk to which she returned the same sentiment. “That was an excellent way to end the first bout,” he turned to the jumbotron to watch the results which already had everyone hooked.
Mackie's eyes then were brought back down to hers. “But rest assured, I won't let that happen again,” The man looked every bit as confident as she looked in that moment, and the two put up their fists again.
“That's good Sam,” she uttered, returning the smirk, “Because I'm expecting so much more from you this round.”
Just as she said it, the whistle blew again and round 2 was underway.
Peggy started circling again like she had at the beginning of the first round but Mackie this time did not move, he instead planted his feet firmly on the ground and stared right at Carter. “Now Peggy, I need to know, Before we get started again,” he looked to Evans who was also circling with a nostalgic smile on his face at his friend's call back to their first movie. “Do you wanna call it quits and get out?” The words came out coldly, implying this time he would not be holding back, Peggy did not move but smiled at him too, ready for the challenge he may now finally give her.
“Please,” she scoffed with fiery confidence in her tone of voice, “I can do this all day!” The iconic phrase meant something good would happen next, and the crowd all knew it.
Mackie smirked, “Well, don't say I didn't warn you,” he smiled as her breasts were pressed up against the back of her shield, covering them so as not to distract her rival.
“Your bravery is admirable Sam,” She stopped and looked up pensively, shrivelling her nose up in the process, “But bravery does not equal experience!” She attacked.
Mackie made his move immediately, chucking the shield at her to which she responded by knocking the rubber Frisbie away but when she turned back to look at him, he was gone, and she wasn't fast enough to realise he had slipped behind her until another iconic phrase was uttered that made her realise the gravity of her mistake. “On your left,” Mackie grinned wickedly from behind her. Peggy desperately tried to turn to face him but he quickly slipped his arms under hers and locked her still in a full nelson.
She struggled against his grasp, punching and kicking her assailant all the while trying to push him away.
'Curses!' She thought, 'Why hadn't I just thrown it like he did, then I would have been able to keep my attention focused on him, curses!'
In an instant she could tell what he was planning as he pushed her towards the cage mesh, 'Oh heavens,' she realised, 'He's going to fuck me up against the mesh like a whore!'
Carter, however, was not about to become a spectacle like that and Peggy pushed off the nearby cage mesh with her feet that was enclosing her and Sam in, flipping herself up over his head, she made a spectacularly graceful landing into a classical superhero pose that had the crowd up on their feet, and as the masses applauded in excitement. She quickly regained her shield just as Mackie slammed his foot down on his own upside-down American prop, grabbing it with the same cool poise his predecessor had done so many times before.
“Nice move Carter! Damn, I didn't even think we could do something like that without safety wires.” Mackie congratulated her honestly with a big smile on his face.
“Thanks Sam,” She forced a smile, this time more to herself than him. “Now just to take you down and I can end this.”
“Ohohooo I wouldn't get that far ahead of myself if I were you ma'am,” He smirked at her, “Not if I can help it.”
The two Captains stared each other down for a few moments with prideful smirks on their faces, almost ignorant to the fact that each of their genitals were exposed out for the crowd to gossip over. Well, at least there were no cameras allowed, right?
“That was a pretty impressive feat there Peggy,” Sam said, pulling a bold move and re-attaching his shield back behind his back.
Peggy caught on to what he was insinuating and sheathed her shield as well, “Why to thank you, but I barely had to break a sweat,” She felt an overwhelming urge to chortle but she kept her composure locked down well.
Now that both had an unspoken agreement to no shields this round, they put up their dukes again and fought a battle of wits. For a while, they matched each other strike for strike, blow for blow, rights for lefts, neither truly being able to land a meaningful hit on the other, aside from meagre chops to their necks and sides. This was due to the simple fact that they had both been trained by Chris Evans's stunt coordinator who had trained them each for the limited duration of each of their solo outings as the leader of the Avengers, but eventually, the tides shifted as Peggy stumbled her step and Sam met this critical mistake with gusto, kicking her knee back and she dropped down, feeling a boot kick behind her side, and while she remained unharmed from this second move, she felt her shield being knocked away, just for good measure…
“Awh hell,” Peggy said aloud, after realising she had no time to recover before Wilson was on her, his dick pressing against the side of her face like a black mamba looking for a new hole to hide in. She tried to push back but still could not make much resistance, thanks to her newly injured knee. “Oh no you don't,” he said with a low growl, “You're not just gonna flip your way outta this one.”
Before Peggy knew it, he had swaggered his way around to the middle of her mouth and as he began whipping his manhood across her dark red lips, she did about the only futile attempt of resistance she could muster, she sealed her lips up tight, but of course, this was easily fixed.
Wilson simply pinched her nose shut with two fingers and continued forcing his manhood against her face, “It looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way,” he said through clenched teeth, “Now, you gonna take this dick with a smile or am I gonna have to paint one on like an artist with your red lipstick?”
Peggy remained still, knowing she couldn't afford to breathe, but nevertheless, the effects were starting to become apparent, her vision started to go hazy, and her muscles from her neck down started to tingle and ache.
“Come on Peggy,” Sam pleaded, beginning to feel a tiny hint of guilt for what he was doing, “Just breathe out already, before you pass out.”
Just when the audience had begun to cheer on her heroic performance, she finally broke as tears of stained mascara welled up under her eyes, she gasped for as much fresh air as her lungs would allow.
“That's it,” Sam said grinning, “You should be proud of yourself Peggy, that's some admirable determination you've got there,” he said, allowing her a few more gasps of air before he shoved his first 3 inches into her suffocating hole before she could even summon the strength to blink.
“Hurrrllk!” she choked her spit back on the foreign presence that now pushed its way past her tongue, flailing her weak arms over his legs but it was no use, she no longer had the strength in her anymore after losing so much oxygen to resist him.
He thrust instinctively, forcing her to take as much of his length as she could, “Mmm yeah, that's the stuff,” he said, in a low raspy tone, “I bet your lipstick tastes good on my meat...Mmm, we should've just done this before...” he said, throwing his head back as he began pulling the subdued Captain's head back and forth on his shaft faster and faster.
Peggy could feel herself going into a head-blurring trance, her consciousness slowly slipping away, all the adrenaline and the battle had finally begun to take their toll. She coughed and choked a bit with a face covered in spit and grime as tears continued their streamline run down her puffy red cheeks.
Sam's furious thrusting gradually sped up and she slurped down as much of his dick as she could, but even she had to admit, he was in control, he was in control of her body and as the throbbing intensified and his motions began to become slightly frenzied and erratic, she closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.
“Fuuuck...” Sam said, pumping his dick up into her gobber, “...I can feel your tonsils scraping the sides!”
Peggy didn't dare open her eyes, knowing that it would only make matters worse for her if she did, she was being used like a whore, a whore for all these people's amusement. But even now, she didn't waver, while she felt like she was in a dream, it was a dream that she wouldn't mind having again and again and again.
“Yeah...” Sam said, “Fuuuuuck...”
As his efforts peaked, Peggy could sense a new pressure building up within her and before long she was hiccupping on her own spit, which was being shoved back down her throat, looking straight up at him, her beautiful light brown eyes flickered from open to closed right as he pushed the last of his length into her mouth and down her throat.
“Uggghh!” she let out a weak gurgle and she knew she was about to gag, but at the same time, she couldn't help but relish in the feeling of a man using her orifice like this again, it had been so long. And so she took in a new breath from her nostrils and tried hard to ignore the discomfort of it all, the tears rolling down her cheeks started falling like a waterfall when she felt him begin to twitch in her throat.
It was almost too fast, her throat closed around his love sausage, and in one fell swoop...the horn rang again, ripping Mackie out of her mouth, the taste of sweat coated her tongue as she felt the first few trickles of salty cum season the taste buds on the muscle.
“That's the end of round 2 Ladies and Gentleman, the end of round 2!” Evans' voice bellowed through the speakers to the surprise of both participants, who had forgotten he was there in all honesty.
“Let's see what the judges think!” Evans said as he stepped forward and opened his mouth with wide-eyed enthusiasm towards the jumbotron, holding the mic upwards like an old poster of he-man, or, a very new Marvel property that was set to release in August later that same year starring a certain space god with abs you could grind meat on.
Both Captains were trying their best to regain some composure in their stamina-drained stances, when the jumbotron flared the answer they both needed to know for all to see.
“And there you have it, Ladies and Gentlemen! Round 2 goes to your neeeew! Captain Americaaa!” Evans might as well have been shouting the news from a rooftop. The news came as slightly disheartening to Carter, who thought she had done far better that round than the other Captain did, and it almost immediately sent her spiralling into a flurry of self-doubts, when Evans spoke up away from the microphone.
“Hey, that was a champion effort Hayley, really good stuff,” Evans said as he gave his most enduring 'Steve Rogers' smile that had just become a natural part of his everyday existence these days.
And you know what? It did make her feel better, just as it always had, she shook off the doubts and reminded herself why she was here, just as Chris's voice began to speak into the mic again.
“Wel, Ladies and Gentlemen and those of unspecified fandoms out there! As Round 2 has now come to a close, I don't think I need to remind you about the importance of scoring higher than your opponent in Round 3!” The impromptu referee said without even making eye contact with the crowd. He shot an apologetic smile at both Carter and Wilson, clearly, that showmen in him that had always been there just didn't say it was time to quit yet.
“But for the means of fulfilling my contact I'll remind you anyway, as it stands now score is tied at 2 for 2 and the winner of this 3rd and final round will go on to win the right to be Captain America of the MCU going forwaaaarrrddd!!” he said, shaking the mic in the air about his head vigorously, before signalling for the captains to retake their positions for the third and final time. “This one decides it all! Captains! Are, you, ready!?” He boomed as neither Captains said a word, each fixated on the other, so they just nodded.
“Then! You may Begiiiiiiiiiiinnnnn!!!” the classic Captain America’s voice bellowed furthermore excitement to a riled-crowds for this final showing of who should be the next Captain America.
Blocking it out, both performers went back into their positions for the final round, this time, both held a layer of exhaustion and excitement on their brows, hopefully, this would even out the playing field a little for this last bout, but Peggy was beginning to have her doubts, she could see, even from across the 6-meter gap, Sam was beaming with testosterone, eager to try again. She knew he wanted to win, not because he felt bad he had lost round 1, but just because the idea of being the new permanent Captain America was too much to let go of.
Before any further thoughts could be conceived, the crowd exploded into cheers as the call for Round 3 went up. Peggy held on to her own slowly growing excitement as she stared Sam down, whose eyes lit up, staring right back into hers.
“All comes down to this Samuel,” Carter said as she got closer and closer, finally holing up her guard within a couple of feet of Sam, who didn’t look phased at all, but rather, ponderous, as if she were a chess piece he was getting ready to make his final move with. “Don't leave a lady unsatisfied now.”
“Anything for Britain's sweetheart,” Sam quipped with a half-smile as he stood with his arms crossed and his cock stretched down, the monstrous organ rocking slowly, falling from side to side even without standing fully erect, literally daring Peggy to make the first move.
Thinking of a strategy to outwit the BBC wilder, Peggy kept her composure and stood motionless, continuing to stare at the thing she wanted most on him. No, no! This was not the time for distractions! Oh God, NO! She couldn't even think of it, the adrenaline she felt at that moment thrust her forward, and in the following second, she knew what she would have to try and do. Her heart was beating, no, pounding. The thought was no longer in her head, but only in her actions as she sprinted towards the chiselled man in front of her and launched herself into the air, using a foot to bounce off the iron cage wall to her right, she prepared herself up even higher, until she was above his head height, and with a deep, charging roar, she flung herself up over Sam's head and clasped it between her thighs.
Pulling a move from her friend Scarlett Johansson's book of tricks, she gracefully spun around the pillar of a man until she used her momentum to whip him off his feet but did not let go; instead felt her back reach the mat, and the two landed in a precarious 69 position together on the floor, he beneath her and she lay on top of him, the crowd was eating out of the palm of her hand now, and Peggy knew her efforts had paid off.
Suddenly she held the advantage, and the shook-confidence she felt when she first confronted this impressive man, sunk back into her performance as she grasped his shaft in her hand again and began stroking it slowly. She could feel his pleasure at her exertion of power, and she quickened her pace until she was thrusting her hips against his face with the same ferocity as the sounds of their sexual activity mingling and blending with the cheers of the audience.
After that, it wasn't long until she felt him stiffen, and she used the moment to guide him into her mouth once again. She could feel his hot cock massaging the back of her airway, but she didn't let up and gripped hard his member firmly with both hands as she pushed him deeper and deeper until she did what no one thought she really had a chance at doing.
She had pulled him so far down the gullet of her throat that she bottomed out his entire 10-inch erection in one maddening pull! Peggy gagged and even started to choke, but she managed to hold him down as she swore she could feel him poking the edge of her stomach. She knew that she could win if she could make him cum, but she suspected he wouldn't make it that simple for her.
For a moment Peggy thought she had done it. And in that moment, she would have welcomed his outburst. But in the next, she realised something was very wrong, and that she wasn't getting the result that she wanted as she felt herself turn upside down as Sam had somehow managed to heave the both of them up, and Peggy found herself being held topsy turvy by Sams strong grip, literally unable to pull her mouth off his cock now.
“Think you can do this all day?” he inquired, referring to his newest move.
“Gllllurhk! Hurmph! Gllaak!” was all she was able to manage as Peggy gagged loudly, struggling to pull her head off his tool.
Sam didn't bother trying to answer that, instead, he went right to work on annihilating her pussy with his tongue. From his standing position, he had a wonderful view to work with, and Peggy's senses had been completely overtaken by the immense amount of blood and pleasure rushing to her head that his tongue was causing, sending hot tingles through her entire body but even now, she realised just how much she had underestimated this man, and how much power he truly had over him.
As Sam bounced her up and down along his upside-down body, she began to feel the power of her orgasm coming to her. But she still had to try, try to hold out, and not let it happen until the very last second. But Sam's tongue had other ideas, as it stabbed its way into her sopping hole with a relentless insistence that she knew there was no way she could last longer than a few more minutes.
The walls of her pussy clamped hard on his wet muscle at the cups of her climax, seeming to rise up inside her body like a tide. She couldn't believe that the feeling of him making her cum was getting even stronger with every thrust, and as she felt the squirt already building inside her, she tried to brace herself for the eruption that was in her very near future, and the final nail in the coffin of her resistance came when Sam stuck one of his middle fingers with penetrative pressure right up to the knuckle into her asshole.
As her eyes shot open wide in surprise and her control finally slipped away as she bucked and moaned uncontrollably as Sam tried his best to hold her still against him.
“OOOOOOHHHHHUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHAAAA!” she shouted loudly, her climax ripping through her rapidly convulsing body shook and shot a soaking release of juices all over his face and hair.
With a loud cry of satisfaction, she screamed in elation and he dropped her to the floor, where she lay spread out with juices still running out of her pussy into a small puddle around her waist.
She covered her eyes with the back of her hand as the whistle blew to bring the match to a close. And even though it had not been a full 6 minutes yet, there was a clear winner.
“What an upset!” Chris's voice called across the ring, quickly running over to the woman who had just made him grin from ear to ear.
“You ok Hayley?” He whispered, picking her up by her arms and shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah, just need to catch my breath,” she said, trying to steady her knees and stand on her own.
Chris didn't have time to answer as Sam came over, and as per his agreed-to rules, Evans grabbed both Captains by the wrist and stood each of them on his sides.
“Ladies and Gentlemen! We have a Winner and STILL! YOUR CAPTAIN AMERICA! SAM WILSOOON!!”
In triumph, Evans raised his friend's hand up in victory, and Sam raised his shield high in his other hand with the biggest grin on his face he'd probably ever hand in his life. The assemblage of men and women went wild in cheers and applause as he planted his shield back on the ground with style.
And Sam smiled at Peggy, who returned the same smile, while she was a little heartbroken inside, she had prepared herself for this exact outcome, content with what she had, she clapped her hands good-naturedly, congratulating the newly reconstituted symbol of American might.
And besides, it wasn't all bad because...
“Congratulations Captain,” Chris said to Mackie, as they smiled at each other, proudly with what felt like a true passing of the touch, at least to those who had never seen Endgame and only watched sex wrestling matches.
“As per the rules and reg, you may now claim the winner's prize,” and the crowd cheer louder than a hot all night.
Chris turned them towards each other and quietly bid them adieu, he had a plane to catch and headed towards the ring, clapping as he left.
Now with only Sam and Peggy left in the ring, the two finally had a chance to get close to each other without the overarching feeling of conflict and exchanged a knowing, close-mouthed smile before leaning in to kiss one another softly on the lips, neither saying a word as the crowd let out an audible gasp of excitement.
With the wrestling match over, they turned and looked over to where Chris was leaning up against the exit and smiled back at them with a quick salute of his own, before heading off into the darkened hallway.
Back in the ring, the passion had risen to new heights for those who had been watching the two prizefighters, the dizzying blur of anticipation and elation was finally being realised as Mackie wrapped his hands around her exposed butt and brought her in closer as the two began to grind on each other, making circles with their hips as their tongues explored each other's mouth.
“Get down on your knees and bend over,” Sam said, as they separated and Peggy did as she was told, lowering herself onto the mat.
“Stick that ass up baby.”
“Yes Sir!” Peggy Carter said with a hint of salacious glee in her voice, already knowing she was going to enjoy this.
“Ho Damn!” Mackie said, staring upon her eager, perfect, wonderful ass presented up for him to use however he wished.
He took his time lining himself up, teasing her by dragging his tip along her inner thigh, maliciously switching between which back hole he may plunge into her.
He let out a low guttural grunt as his mind had been made as he leaned in and thrust his member forward, sending a throbbing sensation around the invading pole, as his hard member penetrated her tight pussy with a gasp from Britain's finest.
“Oh Fuck!!” She squealed, “That feels so much bigger than I first thought it would,” she said with a giggle before turning her head back to try and meet the other handsome Avenger's eye.
“Ohhh...!” Sam was too busy grabbing the flesh of her rounded rear to register much of anything else.
After a moment he stopped again, this time he let the rest of his cock slide effortlessly into her, while she moaned in delight.
They felt in sync as Mackie began to thrust in and out of her, fucking her as much as he could to the elation of the crowd when his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against him.
Sam was too busy admiring his friend's ass to see what her face looked like, not that it mattered anyway, because he could probably guess from the noises she was making as she melted into the mat with him.
“You like that baby?” he asked, watching her facial expressions to gauge her response, “You like having a fat cock in you?” he said as he ploughed into her deep recesses.
“Yeah... yeah... Yes... Fuck me Cap...!” she said, with her back arched back as she rode his cock, her hands digging into the rubber of the mat.
He thrust in faster, guiding his shaft deeper, and just as she thought he was about to cum, he pulled out of her and cheekily rubbed the swollen head of his member against the flesh of her anal ring.
She gasped, her face flushed as she was almost certainly on the verge of an orgasm had he not pulled out.
“You wouldn't dare!” Peggy barked, her eyes wide in shock. Feeling her own entryway grow warm as he kept his prick head there.
“Actions speak louder than words,” he smiled as he rolled the both of them back so that he lay on his back and she was held up on all fours as another incredible wave of ecstasy blasted through her as his entire pole was shoved up her backside with such force it almost pushed the breath out of her.
“Ohhh... God...!” she groaned and blew out a few times, trying to work through the stinging sensation as she felt his tip penetrate the very depths of her bowels, and continued to press inward, not giving her time to catch her breath again. “Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!”
It felt like a burning forever before he started to move his dick inside her again, causing her to shudder with closed eyes, as he rammed himself into her with savage lust.
He pulled her down with his hands around her waist and continued to groan with pleasure, “I'm not done with you yet.” He grinned, as he grabbed her neck with both hands and dragged her down so that she lay perfectly atop him. Now nearly face to face again, the two lovers listened to the sounds of her rippling cheeks being clapped by Mackie's thighs, as he pounded his shaft into her harder and harder, feeling his seed was nearly ready to be planted, he ripped out of her and quickly manoeuvred himself back into her pussy.
“What are you doing!?” Peggy gasped as he thrust a few more times and felt his chest begin to heave in short bursts from under her as he found his climax. All his load started to shoot out of him as he forced himself back into her, causing her to scream with pleasure, he was also lifting her up as she clutched onto his shoulders for her life.
“Quick! Argh! Get on your knees again!”
Peggy quickly jumped off his still cumming erection and got to her knees as she saw what he was planning, her entire body burning from her own climax just seconds before.
He grabbed her head and held it still as he used the remainder of his load to shoot the last of his stingy semen all over her face and tongue, “Finish your clean-up,” he grunted and a string shot across Peggy's closed eye, some got into her mouth, but the large majority of it spread to her cheeks, mixing with her black mascara as she smiled and licked the head of his now soft cock clean.
The crowd gave one final thunderous round of applause as he stood up and held her hand, as the two bowed and began to exit the stage.

* * *

The classical track continued to ring around her trailer as Hayley was whipping off the last few sticky patches of his load off with a handkerchief in the mirror when a knock on the door came.
“Come in!” Hayley exclaimed as she flicked on the lights and wrapped her beautiful figure in a towel she had grabbed after her shower. She made her way to the door and opened it up to see Mackie standing there a little below her with two cups of coffee in her hand.
“No hard feelings right?” He said happily, her smile widening as she took one.
“None at all,” She glimmered beautifully in this late light, “Besides, I'm sure 'Captain America' will take responsibility if anything happens.”
Sam spit out the coffee he was sipping as he looked up in a panic. “What the hell are you two talk about?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Hayley replied innocently sipping at her own coffee.
“Yo! Don't play games with me Hayley,” Sam with fear behind his eyes. Then she suddenly bursts out laughing.
“Oh man, you should see your face!” She smacked his arm and then burst into a flood of brilliant smiles again.
“That was so mean.” Sam grabbed her hands in his and squeezed it gently.
“Mmm, no promises,” she winked playfully at him. “So, what can I do for you, Captain?” She teased his title on the last word.
“Well, since you asked… I want to know if maybe you were up for a more private round?”
“Private round aye?” She bit her bottom lip, as if thinking about the offer carefully.
“That's right,” Mackie said, realising her hand. “But this time, we may have some company.”
“Company?” Hayley looked up at him inquisitively, “What Company?” And after a few seconds, she saw who he was asking about, Walking up from around the corner she was parked in, strode the grizzled form of none other than Chris Evan's sporting his Avengers: Infinity War outfit, complete with fake beard and all. Hayley smiled and then laughed.
“Well this is an unexpected surprise, I thought you had a plane to catch, Steve,” she teased scruffy looking man as he came to stop next to Mackie.
“I did, but the funny thing you see, turns out they don't let Sokovia Accord violators onto international flights, so…until my team can get me out. Feel like harbouring a nomad fugitive for a couple hours?” He finished with a smile, and both men looked up to her wide-eyed expression of growing excitement.
Hayley breathed in deeply, instantly letting her reservations slip away as she looked between the two men.
“Mmm, alright boys, lets see which one of you can do me all day,” and with that, she motioned them in and closed the door behind them.
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