Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

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Karina got off to a rough start. Barbosa scored 2 points in the first minute, stunning Karina first with a simple jab cross, then with a lead leg counter sweep to jab. Barbosa started to smile. All she needed was 1 point more, or to run out the clock, and she'd be national champion for the eighth time.

The referee brought the two women to the middle of the mat. He raised his hand and signaled for them to fight. Karina streaked across the floor and landed a roundhouse kick to Barbosa's head. The score was 2 to 1.

Karina faked a jab, then hit Barbosa in the face with a spinning hook kick. The score was 2 to 2.

The ref resumed the match. Barbosa danced, jabbed, and threw a roundhouse kick. Karina blocked it. Barbosa was agile and quick, jabbing, crossing, and kicking in various combinations. Karina was on the edge of the mat, back-pedaling and on the defensive.

The clock was down to 10 seconds.

Barbosa went for the kill -- faking a jab, and throwing a roundhouse kick. Karina saw it coming a mile away, and countered with a lead leg sweep, bringing Barbosa to the mat and finishing her off with a jab to the face.

"Oh my god!" Karina shouted, hardly able to contain herself.

The ref brought the two women to the center of the mat, declaring Karina the winner.

Karina shook Barbosa's hand and ran over to me, tears streaming down her face. She jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly.

"You did it honey!" I said to her, a bit misty-eyed. "You're ...

... national champion! I'm so proud of you!"

And now she was missing.

The commencement ceremony was over, and hundreds of graduates were exiting the fieldhouse in their caps and gowns, degrees in hand. I kept thinking I would see Karina turn up at any moment, come through the front doors out of breath and explain that she had car trouble, or that she made a mistake with the schedule.

None of this happened.

I called Karina's phone and it went right to voicemail. Again. I tried calling Natalia, my ex-wife and Karina's mother, but she didn't answer, either.

I went to the police and explained my situation -- that my daughter had been missing since this morning. The police didn't seem too concerned.

"She'll show up," the detective told me. "I wouldn't jump to any conclusions."

***

Tiffany wanted me to tie her up, but I wasn't at her college apartment to play her kinky games. This was not a role play, or the exploration of some sex fantasy. She needed to know I meant business. I grabbed her by the back of the head, gripping her blond hair tightly in my hand and shoving her face into the mattress.

"Where's Karina?" I asked again.

"I don't know," Tiffany said.

"Where is she!"

"I don't know!"

I rolled her over on her bed, kneeling on her petite chest with my full weight. Her face was flushed and her blond hair was matted to her forehead. She was wearing a mint-green nightie and panties. Her small tits were falling out of the top. I woke her up out of a deep ...