Caroline Brookes vs Zulime Lafitte – No hentai tonight!

Caroline fought her own arousal as she worked her hips on top of Zulime, sweating excitedly and grinning for the exuberant crowd. She was a little surprised by herself. The girl she imagined herself as never would have done anything like this while strangers were watching, but here she was, appreciating the smoothness of Zulime's toned stomach. Caroline had only done it to give the audience a little of what they had come to the arena expecting, but now she was genuinely enjoying herself, reveling in her own mischief.

Conversely, Caroline had thought that Zulime would view this surprise a little more favorably, but it didn't look like she was having any fun. If the look on her face wasn't a clear expression of that, the forceful shove causing Caroline to roll off Zulime definitely was!

Sitting up with a perturbed frown on her face, the plucky midwesterner decided to set up another attack, crawling toward the ropes and rolling under them to pop up on the other side, standing on the apron with the large bed positioned just below them. When Zulime started getting to her feet, Caroline would seize her by the hair and try dragging her head outside the ring, positioning her head on the middle rope and stepping over it so that she could cross her ankles and lock Zulime in a standing headscissor! One that saw her grasping the top rope to keep her balance while squeezing her legs together against the trapped woman's head. She only had five seconds to work the illegal submission before the referee disqualified her, but that was more than enough time to say a few words to her captive audience.

“Hey, are you alright? I thought you'd enjoy something like that butt...thing that I did,” Caroline asked, utterly sincere even though Zulime wouldn't be able to answer right away. She wouldn't be opening her jaw to speak while she was in this vice. Milking the submission for everything she could, Caroline rolled her hips from side to side, kneading Zulime's head between her thighs as if it were a lump of dough meeting two rolling pins. Only when the ref's count got to four would Caroline step off of Zulime's head willingly.

The Riverboat Queen rose from the ground, ready to reclaim her rightful place as the winner of this match. Her mind was moving all sorts of sexy and elegant ways that she could put this woman down for the count. Long tumbles of her dark hair fell in front of her face as she got up, and she was already in a bit of a huff from the indignity that was just forced upon her. In another situation, where the night ended with someone cumming, she would have found the whole thing enjoyable, endearing even, but that possibility had been stripped of her. So she was going to have to bring this night to an end with force.

But as it turned out, she was not the only one who had something to her. She yelped as her hair was grabbed and both hands reached up to protect her scalp, but that was really the least of her concerns. Zulime's head was forced through two ropes. She was not clever enough to know what was coming next, but she knew that it was going to hurt. Just as she vaguely surmised, two strong legs clamped down around her head for a powerful headscissor. Had the Riverboat Queen had the oxygen, she would have screamed out in pain, but at the moment all she could do was open her mouth and squint. No, she very much did not like the butt thing. Yes, there was going to be hell to pay for that. But first, she was going to have to deal with this in any way that was afforded to her.

Five seconds. That was all that the little fucking bumpkin had. Five measly little seconds. Very well. The Cajun girl had a lot of fight in her, and she was going to make it the longest five seconds that Caroline had ever experienced in her life. She grabbed the ropes and leveraged and crouched down with her legs a little bit, trying to get all of the leverage that she could. Then she started bucking and moving wildly. Zulime thought that she had enough oxygen to last for a few seconds, even with all of her wild thrashing.

The Cajun girl had been to just one rodeo, when she was little. Zulime thought the big to-do was not warranted by all the action in the ring, but she did understand some of the appeal of it. Namely, the way that a big powerful bull could just throw a rider to and fro and the rider had to use all the strength in the world just to hang on. Using those now dim memories and all the power in her legs, she emulated that bull, bucking and moving and thrashing. Zulime was not one to do something halfway, and especially at a time such as this she was leaving nothing in reserve. The night was still young, after all.

Caroline couldn't say that she had expected Zulime to be quite this easy to anger, although in retrospect, she really should have. It was easy to get lured into a false sense of security when the woman had led their introduction with such incredible charm, but Zulime clearly took herself seriously. This wasn't a harmless performance to her, it was a real contest to demonstrate that she was the superior woman...and she wasn't willing to wait five seconds to start proving it!

“Aah, hey!” Caroline yelled when Zulime started kicking up a storm beneath her, bouncing her up and down as if the arena had been struck by an earthquake. She risked tiring herself out early in the match if she didn't pace herself, which was part of why her opponent was so unprepared for her course of action. With her legs crossed, she had no balance to speak of, and no matter how tight her grip was on the top rope, it wasn't enough to hold her up when the jazz woman successfully shoved her feet off of the apron.

“Eeyah!” Caroline yelped as she fell, holding the rope just long enough to slow her fall and let her land on her feet. Trouble was, the large bed leftover from the match's hentai origins was sitting just a few inches away from the ring's edge, a narrow crevice just large enough for the svelte country girl to fall into! With half of her body wedged between the bed and the ring, Caroline gasped as she discovered how hard it would be to pull herself out without assistance. She was stuck!

“Oh...oh no...mmh!” Caroline squealed, grasping at the soft bed sheets and struggling to pull herself out. The soft, pliable bed offered her no leverage at all to escape, leaving her opponent with all the time she would need to catch her breath, and maybe take the opportunity to enjoy some personal time with the country girl while she couldn't move.

Zulime's wild moves were not the most coordinated. It was very obvious to everyone watching on that the Cajun girl was acting just to act, doing whatever she could to rid herself of the country girl. The Riverboat Queen had enough strength and more than sufficient wildness to shake herself clean of the girl, and she stood back to appraise the situation. She was breathing a bit hard now, and scanned the immediate area. Caroline was in quite the bind, which was more than Zulime could ever hope for. She brushed the hair from her face and smiled a big smile. The Riverboat Queen tried her best to pretend she was not totally winded from all of the bucking she did.

"Well, suga, looks like you are in a bit of a situation. Lucky you, that I am here to help ya out." Her thick drawl was laid on a little heavy, and she put her hand on her hip as she spoke. She had a minute to catch her breath, she reckoned, and she was going to use all of the time she had to maximize her potential gain here. Zulime stepped through the ropes, taking some time to show off her curves before she loomed over Caroline. "But ain't you just gonna pay for it." A dark chuckle left her lips as she sidled in behind Caroline. Just like with the bucking, she didn't really know what she was going to do, other than try and grind this woman until she had some consolation for the fact that she could not fuck her.

She grabbed near Caroline's middle, wrapping the country girl's legs up as she did so. It seemed pretty unlikely that her opponent was going to be able to move much, but she did not feel like risking much, especially given that she had just used so much energy trying to get free herself. She was on her knees, so what she wanted to do was not going to have as much as a physical impact, but it may have an emotional one.

She tried lift Caroline over her head in her compromised position straight down back onto the bed. There was probably a name for the move, but Zulime did not know it, nor would she care to learn. All that she cared about was that it would keep Caroline on the bed. The match would not end with hentai, but that did not mean that she couldn't do everything just short of that.

Caroline peered up at the large form of Zulime, wreathed in the light of the stadium as she loomed above the crevice where Caroline was stuck. The Tennessee girl was apprehensive about any help being offered by her opponent, peering nervously at her as she made her way down and got close. Given what Caroline had just put her through, and how much it had riled her up, she wasn't expecting Zulime to pass on the chance to get a free hit in while her opponent was literally unable to move out of the way.

Whatever her intentions were, however, they didn't involve the level of pain that Caroline had expected. She sucked in a breath and held it when Zulime wrapped her arms around her body, anticipating something violent. Instead, the woman just lifted her out of the spot she had been stuck in, and chucked her down onto the bed. She landed with a grunt, but the softness of the bed ensured that her impact on the mattress wouldn't do anything worse than disorient her. Curling up in the bed's center, Caroline reached down and massaged her legs, which had gotten a little banged up after her fall from the ring.

“I...well, thanks then,” Caroline muttered, a bit bewildered that Zulime had chosen not to punish her for getting stuck. After turning to face her, however, Caroline saw the lecherous glint in Zulime's eyes, and the woman's intent became crystal clear. Despite her gratitude, the country girl had no intention of paying the toll that Zulime seemed to want. She would try to fight the woman off and get back in the ring if she could, but she was moving sluggishly, and the Cajun had the drop on her.

Zulime probably could have pressed her advantage. She had Caroline dead to rights. But wailing on an opponent who couldn't really defend herself didn't seem like showbiz. She chuckled at Caroline's comment. If only she knew what lascivious thoughts were going through her head right now. But, given where they were and who they were, she imagined that the country girl could almost certainly figure it out. And Zulime was certainly suggesting it with that way she was moving across the bed, crawling on her knuckles with her large breasts hanging low. She really couldn't help how they moved from side to side, so she told anyone she was infatuated with.

Right before Caroline was able to slip away, the Riverboat Queen lunged at her, trying to grab on to anything that she could. If she were able to hold on to anything, she would attempt to bring the country girl's head close to her chest. That would be half the battle. The other half of the battle would be getting those thick legs of hers around Caroline's waist, so she could really get in close. From there, it would be as simple as falling down.

Zulime was going for a breast smother. It was a staple in her repertoire of moves, and a damn good one at that. Her large chest meant that the woman on the receiving end of it was usually totally deprived of oxygen. And if they were not, well, she found that a little bit of jiggling really helped. Plus, it really got the crowd going if nothing else.

"Ain't you just havin' fun?" She asked

“Eek!” Caroline yelped as Zulime barreled into her, moving with surprising speed for her size. She tried to meet the woman's advance for a lockup on the bed, but Zulime was playing her own game right now, reaching right up and grabbing her by the head to pull it forward. Confused, Caroline flailed furiously as Zulime wrapped herself around the midwesterner, batting the woman's sides and back as she scissored Caroline's waist and pulled her head down into her chest. For a moment, Caroline expected Zulime to stay in this position, imagining that she would try to squeeze a submission out of her.

Zulime probably would have laughed at that naive expectation. She had different ideas in mind, leaning forward to make Caroline lay down. She resisted the attempt at riding her down, growling as she tried to hold the woman upright, but she could barely breathe, and she soon gave in to the burning pain in her abdominal muscles, not quite aware that her breathing problems were about to get much worse.

“Hmm? Mnnh!” Caroline yelled, her cries muffled against Zulime's chest as she realized exactly where her face had been trapped! She could feel the woman's firm breasts rubbing against her cheeks, sweat quickly dampening her face as Zulime held her in that sweltering, suffocating position between her large chest and the soft mattress. As mortified as she was aroused, Caroline started to panic, her heart pounding hard enough for her opponent to feel it as she kicked her legs against the mattress and gripped Zulime's upper body tight, trying without success to push her off.

“Rrgh!” Caroline growled irritably when she heard Zulime taunt her, but there was no time to indulge her indignation. She was already feeling light-headed as the moments ticked by, and if she didn't free herself soon, her opponent was going to have an early victory on her hands!

Caroline was not going to go down without a fight. The many blows to her side and back nearly made the Riverboat Queen change course and abandon her attempt, but Zulime was not going to be so easily dissuaded. Least of all when she had such a juicy prize waiting for her at the end of the move. All those blows that strayed dangerously close to her kidneys be damned. The Riverboat Queen wrestled that alligator down to the bed, and sure enough those large breasts of hers entombed Caroline's head, suffocating the Midwestern woman in the most sensual manner known in this federation.

And didn't Zulime just know it. She looked up and smiled for the benefit of the cameras and the benefit of the crowd. Zulime wiggled her chest a little bit, really getting into it. They were going to get what they paid for, even if Zulime wasn't able to end the match with a hentai finish. Caroline's push caused Zulime's toothy grin to turn into a grimace, and once more her brown eyes were cast down. Caroline was going to make Zulime work for it, which was annoying.

Zulime tried to slide her arms under Caroline's neck, so that she could really force the woman's face into her breasts. Sweat trickled off the side of her face as she did so, and a long spool of her dark hair fell down to the bed. She sent her legs out wide before tucking them in again, trying to see if she could get a better grip on the woman who was struggling underneath her. The Riverboat Queen bit her lip with concentration.

Then she looked up, and donned her smile again. "Y'all want to see her get fucked, don't ya?" She asked the crowd. Their shouted response was all that she needed to hear.

Taken out of context, this breast smother was something that Caroline would've expected to enjoy a lot more than she currently was. It was the first time a pair of boobs had been placed directly on top of her head, something that she had once spent nights asleep in her Tennessee home dreaming about. Being on the receiving end of one of these had been a long-standing fantasy of hers, and now Zulime was determined to fulfill it no matter how much she struggled!

It was too much for her to contain her excitement, especially when Zulime took it to the next level by wrapping her arms around Caroline's head, drawing her in and holding her close. When she shook her chest around, a scandalous moan bounced off of Zulime's cleavage, Caroline jittering excitedly as the bountiful breasts rolled against her cheeks. Someday, she realized, Caroline really wanted to pass out in one of these, to be cradled to sleep by a beautiful temptress like Zulime.

Not tonight, however. Not while she was being forced to share what should've been an intimate moment with thousands of onlookers, some of whom were taking pictures! Caroline's cheeks burned with humiliation as she heard the trilling camera shutters in the distance, and when Zulime made that filthy comment toward them all, Caroline growled into Zulime's chest. Enough was enough.

When Zulime widened the positioning of her thick legs, her weight on Caroline's lower body was lessened just long enough for her to pull one of her own legs out and to the side, hooking it around Zulime's torso. She was a quick-witted girl when she wanted to be, and her body was oh-so flexible. Seeing stars from the lack of oxygen, Caroline renewed her thrashing with more concentration than before, balling her left hand into a fist and sinking it into the Riverboat Queen's side over and over again. Her struggling wasn't born of panic this time, and she was aiming to make those punches hurt, alternating the strikes with attempts to roll the two of them sideways, using her free leg for extra leverage!

Zulime did not feel the need to act like she was not enjoying this immensely. The crowd reacted immediately to both the fact that she was shaking what she was blessed with and that she was asking if they wanted to see more. It was nice to have that little boost. She didn't really care what they thought, but it was nice of her to allow them to think that, in her own opinion. What she was more concerned with was the woman in front of her, and keeping her contained until she passed out. The Riverboat Queen could strip Caroline after she passed out, she thought. And that particular musing made the broad smile on her face that much wider.

Just as she imagined that Caroline was on the cusp of succumbing to the darkness, a strange occurrence befell her. Something hard slammed into her side, causing her to recoil and yelp with pain. Another blow crashed into her supple flesh, straying dangerously close to her kidney. She felt her grip on her opponent begin to weaken, and she brought her large chest off Caroline for just a split second. Her body weight was a bit too high and Caroline took advantage of that, sending the Riverboat Queen sprawling onto her side, arms and legs flying to and fro as she was planted on her side. "Oof!" She cried out.

Caroline could breathe again. That was less than ideal. But like any good jazz musician, the Cajun girl could improvise. Instead of laying back and letting the fight come to her, she was going to complete the roll. She would attempt to lie on her back with her two thick legs wrapping around Caroline's. If she were a practitioner of jiu jitsu, she would call it a guard. But because her knowledge of martial arts was limited to what she saw in the ring and thought looked fun or painful, she called it awfully provacative. And the Riverboat Queen fully intended to lean into that particular fact, and give Caroline the ride of her life.

She thrust her hips upwards. And once more. Soon she was rocking back and forth like a woman in heat. If she were being dishonest with herself, she would say that she was trying to jar Caroline so that the woman could not generate any offense from her dominant position. But in reality, she was going to do the most sexually provacative thing she could muster from such a position. "You ain't gonna tell me you ain't enjoyin' this..." Zulime's smile returned after it had faded from the punches, and it was more lascivious than ever.