Zulime Lafitte vs. Kim Rhee - Third Time's The Charm

Ah, there it was. Kim was kicking herself for not seeing it sooner. Pleasure was a weapon to someone in their profession, and just like any weapon, it worked best when applied at the right time and the right place. So it was with Zulime. Kim’s skillful hands found the best spot to ply their trade, then went about using her magnificent breasts against. It was almost as if her body was controlled through them, as if Kim could impose her will and get the Cajun to do what she wished.

Maybe she could. It was certainly enough to make her let go of the stranglehold, at the least.

Kim took a few moments to suck in breath, enjoying the fresh air, before she decided to use her lips for more enjoyable things. Brushing Zulime’s weakened hold away, she suddenly sat up and brought mouth to one of the dusky orbs, latching onto it with a kiss and suckling from there.

A peck here. A nibble there. A lick over here. She tasted and tested Zulime’s breast, all the while gazing up to gauge her opponent’s reaction. Watching and learning.

Zulime loved it. That was perhaps her biggest flaw. The Riverboat Queen had a weakness for the carnal act, and people had discovered that fairly early on in her career on the boat. Kim was discovering that in a whole new way, leaning up and actually sucking on her chest. Her head turned to the side, her long dark hair flowing beside her. The hands that Kim had so easily tossed aside balled up into fists and she moaned. Kim really knew how to work it.

She turned back to Kim, quite embarrassed. She was a lady, not some strumpet who would just accept having her breast sucked in the middle of the ring. The look of shame quickly turned into one of quiet rage. Who was this woman, to just go and do such a thing to her?

Zulime grabbed at Kim's head, then attempted to shove it down onto the canvas. Even if that did not work, Zulime would back off a little bit and try to stand up. Her feelings were now becoming quite conflicted. Sure, what Kim had done was quite fun, but that sort of thing should not have happened to her. She shivered.

There were those who thought that what Kim did was an easy thing, that it was little more than lovemaking in the ring. No technique, no talent.

Those people were idiots. In Kim’s mind, fighting and fucking were similar - true, anyone could do either of them, but only a select few could do them well.

For instance, a more eager, less experienced woman would’ve gone into a frenzy when such amazing breasts were presented to her. She wouldn’t ravaged them with her teeth and taken them in a wild, lustful frenzy. Kim, however, knew the value of pacing. Instead of just diving in like a madwoman, she strived to build tension. Kissing more. Biting more. Rubbing more. Working her Zulime faster and faster, until…

...she shoved Kim back and rolled off.

The Amazing Asian let out a dissatisfied sigh as her opponent pushed off and quickly rolled into a crouch, staying low, like a panthress on the prowl. ”Not having fun?” Kim rolled her tongue around her gums. ”You sure looked like you were having fun.”

Zulime adjusted. She tried to be a woman of high class, and that sort of lady knew how to let bygones be bygones. The Cajun girl brushed the hair frm her eyes so she could get a better glimpse of her opponent. Despite the fact that she had started the encounter with her hand on Kim's throat, she had clearly lost the little exchange. The power feeling that had ruled her body mere moments before was still in its dying pangs, and Zulime did what she could to throw off the dying throes of the pleasure.

She shifted, and put her hand on her hips. "Come on honey, fun barely even started. You ain't tellin' me that you tired, are ya?" Despite everything that had just happened, Zulime was going to act as cocky as ever. "That wasn't nearly as fun as the enjoyment I am about to receive." Her hips rocked back the other way. She extended her arm forward, and summoned her opponent with her index finger. "Why don't you swim on over here, lil' fishie? I gotta worm like nuthin' you ain't ever experienced."

Zulime crouched. It was time to be ready, to be eager. The wicked smile on her face made her look like she was out for blood, and that was honestly not too far from the truth. Her canine looked terribly sharp, and her brown eyes looked sharper. Zulime opened her hands, ready to catch anything that was coming her way.

Oh, yeah, Kim was getting under Zulime’s skin. And she had such great skin to be under, too.

To Zulime’s credit, she was doing an Oscar-worthy job of playing it off. Her moves exuded confidence, her words suggested strength. Anyone who had just tuned in would likely never know that she’d been purring like a kitten just a few moments ago, heating up and ready to burst.

But Kim knew. She knew too well. Yes, the pleasure was wearing off in her body, but her mind was a different case altogether. What was more, she knew how well Zulime had reacted to her breasts being pleasured, and there was no way she would ignore that Achilles’ Heel.

So. Back at it again, then. Kim moved up into a crouch and answer Zulime’s challenge, inching her way over. When she was close enough, she lunged, but not with her arms - instead, she pulled them back and tried to catch her with a kick instead, looking to hit her right on top of her meaty thigh.

Kim was coming. Slowly. Achingly. Like a powerful orgasm comes, she thought. That made her smile faintly, as Kim got closer still. This woman seemed implacable, and she was a flood that would crash over Zulime if she had the chance. It was time to focus now. She dug in.

Right when Zulime was about to surge forward, Kim beat her to the punch. Or more appropriately, the kick. A strong leg swung up and crashed into the side of Zulime's thigh, causing her to stagger to the side. Zulime was furious. She had wanted to kick Kim for all the kicks that she had done to her, and now her opponent had robbed her of the chance to have a strong pivot foot, or really getting much power behind one of her kicks.

Whatever. If Zulime could not use that leg to push off of, that was fine. Her narrowed eyes were the only indication of what she was about to do next. They were facing downwards, gauging the range. The Riverboat Queen launched herself backwards for a back handspring, shooting both of her legs up, hoping to catch Kim right in the jaw.

And if that didn't work, hopefully the backwards somersault would at least get her a little bit more space.

Zulime didn’t lack for confidence, Kim would give her that much. There was a wild determination in her eyes, even as Kim pressed her attack, even as the momentum continued to swing her way. Most hentai wrestlers seemed to be competing on a lark, not caring too much about victory so long as they had the sex they craved, but this one clearly wanted the glory. The competition. The fight.

Kim admired that. She’d crush it, all the same, but she admired it.

That was precisely what she started to do, too, as she came in and landed her harsh kick, getting the hardy sound of flesh against flesh as her reward. The blow was solid, and for a moment, she thought she would get Zulime to recoil, opening her up for further damage. That didn't happen.

Instead, Kim wound up running into a trap. Literally running, because she'd been dashing forward when Zulime flipped back with astounding agility. Her feet connected squarely with Kim’s jaw, and the blow sent her flying upwards...only to crash hard on her back. That was where she stayed for the moment, too, blinking rapidly and trying to piece together what just occurred.

Zulime landed carefully on her feet, and immediately looked over at Kim to see if her blow had landed. She had felt her foot hit something while she was going through with the somersault, but she could not be sure exactly what. For a second, Zulime was concerned, even nervous.

Then she saw Kim on the ground. The look on her face reverted to a haughty smile. Of course it has worked. She was the Riverboat Queen, after all. She stood upright, looking down on the woman who now lay in front of her. For half a second, Zulime pondered joining the Cirque de Soleil.

Then that thought dissipated. No, that was not quite as fun as what she was about to do. Zulime rushed forward, her thoughts turning more lascivious by the second. She went to her knees and groped at Kim's bottoms. Once she got a handle, she started pulling. Tonight had been taken over by so much aggression. Perhaps it was time to start having a little bit more fun.

Zulime had strong legs.

Kim had known that from the start, of course. She had two perfectly serviceable eyes, so there was no way she could not know that. Still, there was a bit of a difference between expecting her to have a powerful kick and actually feeling that kick in action. As she laid on the floor, aching, pain flowing through her jaw, she couldn’t deny the effectiveness.

Nor could she ignore what would likely happen next. She knew what she would do in such a situation, and sure enough, she felt groping hands at her hips within a moment.

Still stunned, there was little she could do as Zulime pulled her bottom away and left her nude from the waist down. Not that she minded the exposure, but she realized the strategic importance of it - her most vulnerable spot was wide open. It was all she could do to turn on her belly and crawl to the ropes, hoping to use them to get back to her feet.

Zulime understood more than people thought she did. She knew that wrestling was about physically besting an opponent. But there was more to it than just that. You had to be a showman too, and Zulime had spent enough time on the riverboat to know how to put on a hell of a show. She waved the panties over her head and tossed them daintily. The crowd cheered excitedly at her antics, and she smiled at them.

Then she turned her attention back to the pretty woman on the mat. Her opponent was crawling away from her, which she could not really blame her for. Zulime had only bad intentions this evening and Kim must have known that. She bent down to try and grab Kim's leg, and drag her closer to the center of the ring.

She then tried to spread Kim's legs and insert her fingers into the pretty woman. She was not thinking of her as an opponent, or even a wrestler. This woman was just a pretty person that Zulime wanted to fuck.