An Interview With The Last Remaining Siren. (For Alexandra)

"Promises, promises..." Marisa wagged her finger at Teresita while the crowd cheered at the sight of the naked former champion.

However, the model laid herself down on the mat on her back. From her position, she pointed up at the Brazilian woman.

"So, whenever you're ready Teresita." she beckoned the woman over. "And, while I know and trust Natasha, can we get a timer up on the big screen so the people in the audience can follow along?"

That part was addressed to the stage manager, the ever faithful Kiko.

Perhaps it wasn't the right attitude to have when one had to resist someone else's sexual advances to get a shot at a title she desired, but Marisa was more than anxious to feel for herself what Teresita could do. Breathing in deeply and relaxing, the model prepared herself to endure a hentai style onslaught....

Once Marisa had laid down upon the mat, Teresita stepped forward, kneeling down between the woman's legs. She gently reached for one of them, lifting it up and draping it over her shoulder, then reached for the other one, doing the same to it too. She pulled up on them, so that Marisa's thighs were lying over her shoulders, with her crotch aimed somewhat upwards, while Teresita leaned down towards her.

She glanced at the clock, then at Natasha, then down at Marisa, giving her a hungry grin before diving straight in.

Normally, this wasn't Teresita's style. She preferred to play with her opponent, to take her time and build up to the main event. She liked taking things slower, and enjoying herself. She didn't have that choice tonight, however. At this moment, everything was on the line for the Brazilian, and she knew it. This time, she was going straight for the kill.

She closed her eyes and buried her face into Marisa's warm, moist crotch. Without wasting a single second, her tongue out slithered from within her mouth, slipping forwards and past the lips of the former champion's pussy. It began to slip and slide back and forth, dancing along the inner of Marisa's sex, Teresita going at it hard and quick, groaning as she began to dirty, filthy work.

When Teresita put her legs up over wonderfully broad shoulders, Marisa knew what the Brazilian was going to be about. Normally, Marisa's preferred method of defense against such an 'attack' would be to catch her foe in a headscissors before her mouth could reach her womanhood. But such a move would go against the spirit of their contest. So instead, she settled back and prepared to endure Teresita's sensual onslaught.

And that was exactly what it was. The tanned beauty dove right in, her tongue moving past the lips of her sex, brushing against the inner folds of her pussy. Marisa moaned in response, placing her hands against the mat as her hips held steady at first. But then, as the clock wore on, they began to quiver. The model's low moans became louder in volume as her sex grew at first damp....then wet

"Unnnh.....oh...ohhhh....'Sita! Ahhh...no....not yet!" Marisa called out loudly as she grew hotter, more aroused by Teresita's sexual blitz, staving off an early surge into a climax by focusing her will..

The clock on the big screen, which the crowd largely seemed to have forgotten as they enjoyed the show, ticked on, reading 2 minutes and 34 seconds....

Teresita kept her eyes closed tight, letting her tongue dance and slide skillfully within Marisa's sex. She wasn't hearing the crowd. She wasn't paying any attention to anything but her work, letting herself focus completely and fully on the actions of her tongue. It was a bit hard to stay focused though. Marisa was legendary, the woman every bit as beautiful and wonderful in person as she was on TV, and Teresita couldn't deny that the sounds of her moans and her voice were heavenly in person. She could feel her own sex growing moist just from listening to the blonde, just from feeling her writhing against her.

She made a mental note, that once this little confrontation was over, to schedule some real playtime with the former champion.

When she heard Marisa denying her, claiming no, not yet, Teresita redoubled her efforts. Her tongue began to dance even faster, rubbing and sliding even harder against the blonde's inner folds. She was completely in the zone, perhaps more focused than she had even been in her career, and she was determined to force the woman to orgasm, as quickly as she possibly could!

As Teresita focused her efforts, Marisa gave a wordless cry of pleasure. Her hands flew to Teresita's head, resting against it as her hips began to buck and thrust against the Brazilian's tongue and lips.

"Ahhh! Ohhhhhh! My....god!"

Still though, the model continued to hold off her orgasm. Her determination to have another shot at Natasha's title kept her from climaxing where a 'normal' woman would be long into an orgasm from these sensations.

However, nobody could last forever, and Marisa was no exception.

"Can't...can't hold....oh god....yes! 'Sita! Marisa called loudly as she approached, and then went over the edge of, orgasm!

Her hips rose off the mat as Teresita felt a warm rush of Marisa's honey coat her tongue. She could also feel the spasming of the model's womanhood as the model climaxed!

After her orgasm subsided, the tension ran out of Marisa's body and her hips lowered back down to the mat. She lay on the mat, breathing heavily.

The timer on the big screen stopped at 5 minutes and 16 seconds, capturing how long Teresita to bring the model to orgasm.

And there it was, finally. Marisa hit her released, screaming out in ecstasy, her fluids spilling onto Teresita's tongue, the signal for the Brazilian to end her assault. Her eyes began to flutter open as she slowly withdrew her tongue from within Marisa's sex, taking a moment to lick her clean before pulling out entirely. She gently pushed each of Marisa's legs back to the mat, then with a sultry smile on her face, she leaned forward, sliding onto Marisa's body, gently pressing against her as she stared down at the woman.

"Your turn, beloved..." She whispered in a soft voice. "Tell me how you want me, so I can see what you can do..."

Marisa quivered anew when Tersita licked her sex clean of the juices that had flooded from it during her climax.
When the bigger woman laid herself down upon her, the model brought her legs up around the other woman's waist, taking a moment to recover.

"Oh, that's going to be a tough one to follow." Marisa smiled. "But, I think I'm up for the challenge.....head to a corner."

With that, she gave Teresita a light slap on her left ass cheek to signal her that she was ready to guide her into position.

Marisa would have Teresita stand in one of the corners, leaning against the turnbuckle. The Brazilian's right leg would would be draped overthe second rope, exposing her sex to the model's gaze. The sight was enough to make her lick her lips.

"Alright....that looks about right." Marisa purred standing in front of the other woman. "Time to get started."

With that she leaned into Teresita, kissing her. Unlike the Brazilian, Marisa went with a somewhat slower attack on multiple fronts. Her hand caressed one of Teresita's breasts, fingers brushing slow circles over the nipple. The model's other hand went down, rubbing the tanned beauty's sex, focusing on the pink pearl of her clitoris.

"Feel me....feel me all over you." Marisa breathed between kisses moving her mouth to lick at Teresita's ear.....

Teresita did as Marisa asked, climbing to her feet, heading to the corner and jumping slightly as the blonde slapped her thick, plump ass cheek. Once she reached the corner, she moved in position and let Marisa finish arranging her, letting the woman raise her leg upwards.

She closed her eyes, and as Marisa went to work, starting to kiss her, she let out a soft moan. She didn't try to kiss back too much, or do much of anything really, letting the former champion take full control of things. It was an odd feeling for Teresita. She couldn't remember a time that she was ever not in control, or at least vying for it, but in this situation, she certainly wasn't going to complain. She was eager to see what Marisa could do, and as the blonde began to stroke her breast and rub at her clit, she could already start to see just how her opponent had won her title in the first place.

She reached out with each of her arms, draping them over the top ropes, grabbing lightly onto them to brace herself as Marisa continued her work, whispering ever-so-sweetly into her ear. The Brazilian responded with another moan, and then another, her body already squirming as the beauty touched and rubbed and stroked at her. She was already rather moist down below, a residual side effect of hearing Marisa's earlier moans and feeling the movements of her body earlier, and every one of Marisa's touches was serving to make her sex even wetter and even warmer.

Still, though. Teresita was a big, powerful woman. She had tons of experience, and tons of stamina. It would be tricky, but all she had to do was withstand Marisa's assault for a few more minutes...

Feeling Teresita really starting to warm up to her attentions, Marisa decided it was time really turn up the heat.

She slid down the Brazilian's body, breasts sliding along Teresita's torso as she went, until she was in a kneeling position in front of the bigger woman. Now, Marisa brought her most well known ability into play as she suddenly focused all of her attention on the tanned beauty's sex: her skill at going down on a woman. Teresita would feel Marisa lips kiss along the lips of her pussy, which led to the former champion's tongue flicking nimbly over the pearl of her clitoris. The model traced various shapes and patterns with it, never letting the larger woman get used to one sensation.

Then, after a moment of this, once she whipped Teresita into a fever pitch of arousal, Marisa slid two fingers up into Teresita's pussy. Curling both of them in a 'come here' gesture the model stroked them against the sensitive walls inside the giantess's womanhood.

When Marisa's lips first touched her pussy, Teresita's grip on the ropes tightened, her bigger woman crying out a little bit more at the feeling. She began to writhe about, gasping as Marisa demonstrated her greatest skill to her. She had seen Marisa doing this a hundred times, and she had heard stories of the blonde's incredible skill at going down on a woman, but...none of that could live up to the feeling of actually experiencing it for herself!

Teresita felt herself growing wetter, growing hotter. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out, trying not to let Marisa hear her sounds of pleasure, but...it was getting to be too much, especially after Marisa slipped her fingers into her, stroking them ever-so-skillfully against her private inner room. She tilted her head backwards, finally crying out long and clearly...

"A-ahh! N-not yet, beloved~! I...nnn...I will o-outl...nnmmMMMM!"

...and then, after trying to hold out for so long, she finally exploded.

The Brazilian's body began to buck, and to jerk in the corner, Teresita trying to hold out for just a little bit longer, but Marisa was proving to be too much for her. With one more gleeful scream, the giantess' hips thrust forward, Teresita spasming into a glorious orgasm, her juices spilling forth over Marisa's fingers and her hand. She shuddered and shivered in delight, then started to go limp in the corner, her powerful body hanging forward from the ropes she was so tightly hanging onto. With a few moan, she raised her head, looking towards the timer with half-closed eyes...