Letting the Good Times Roll...

Zulime still had Li-Mei on her shoulder as she left the main arena, and disappeared backstage. It was not the first time that one wrestler carried the other out, and it would surely not be the last. They knew what Zulime was doing, not that she was going to keep it much of a secret. The look on her face told everyone the entirety of what they needed to know. She was sweaty, but that was far from the only fluid on her. Someone could have tracked her from the wet spots she left on the floor as she walked back to her dressing room. The Riverboat Queen was not terribly tall, but she felt like a giant when she had Li-Mei over her shoulder.

She opened the dressing room door, and closed it behind her. The Cajun girl locked it. She wasn't trying to keep the Oriental Rose in as much as she was trying to keep everyone else out. When it came to putting on a show, she wanted everyone in the world to see it. But when it came to what she had envisioned, she wanted it to be a private affair. She walked over to her chair, and sat Li-Mei upon it. Zulime then straddled Li-Mei, and leaned in.

She put her hand on the side of Li-Mei's face. "Suga, ain't you had a lotta fun this evenin'?" She then planted a light kiss on Li-Mei's forehead.

That question that Zulime proposed to her is tough to answer. Questionable even if she was to say this was a good evening.

On one hand, Li-Mei could say that she did and it was special. Facing against an ebony beauty was pretty rare in AFW cases but it was an opportunity that she went in with high hopes. The massive disappointment that the Oriental Rose was battling before is that this wasn't a match that gave many chances for lots of fun to be had. That the night would be done very quickly. And that wasn't satisfying at all. But the night subverted her expectations.

However, there comes the questionable part.

The events that unfolded didn't exactly go the way that Li-Mei had expected, truth be told. Instead of her own arm raised up, it would be the Riverboat Queen hailing from Louisiana who had brutally and thoroughly fucked and beat Li-Mei, both physically and sexually. The ring left near-flooded by her own juices and all she could remember before she blacked out was...

...well, she couldn't remember. At least not now. It took a while for her to get her bearings but she remembered something dark, cold, the feeling like she was carried, a few murmurings here and there and some people she passed by. But that was a brief moment before the Chinese woman shut her eyes again. Unbeknownst to the Oriental Rose, she was ended up being carried and slung over the shoulder of the Cajun woman, as if she was a piece of meat. The destination of where she was taking her would be unknown.

At least until she woke up. Sitting upright and with a weight sat on her lap. One thing that did catch her is the fact that she was not in the arena. No crowd cheering or making noise. No announcer. No commentators. It was just Li and Zulime. Not the worst sight to see when you wake up. Far from it. Zulime was hot. That much can be said and her body was something to desire. Strong, thick, curvy, smooth skin like mahogany with eyes she can get lost in.

So when it came to that question, Li-Mei wasn't so sure how to answer. Then again, when you are just coming to after being knocked out, it does have that effect. And as Li-Mei stirs, the kiss to her forehead was a nice feeling. "...What...happened...?"

Li-Mei stirred. For a woman who had been so teeming with life when she had drawn orgasm after orgasm from the Oriental Rose, it was slightly surprising to see the woman with her eyes closed. There was a placid sort of beauty there, and Zulime enjoyed it. But she enjoyed the live sort of beauty a lot more. So when Li-Mei roused from her gentle slumber, Zulime leaned back a little bit. Already her head was churning with all sorts of fun activities that they could do together in Zulime's locker room. All of her toys were at home, but that was fine. She knew what the human body was capable of, from having experienced hundreds of different ones. And tonight, she would have one more.

"Oh suga, you were havin' yerself a ball. Most fun you ever had, and I only known you for one evenin'." Zulime planted another kiss, this time on Li-Mei's cheek. She doubted very much that the beauty would stop her. "But that ain't what is the most interestin' part of the evenin'. We need to forget the past, and look at what's comin' up ahead..." When Zulime planted a kiss on Li-Mei's other cheek, she leaned in. She wanted her body, her curves, her essence to envelop this woman. The Riverboat Queen lingered for slightly too long on the kiss. Zulime's saliva would be another liquid in the solution of the evening. And there was no real reason to be shy about anything at this point.


Zulime got up off the chair and brought her arms around Li-Mei's tight body. It felt just like the first time again, when they were sizing each other up in the ring, when they first clashed. The Riverboat Queen did not strain herself much when she lifted the beauty off the chair and placed her at the foot of the chair. She then plopped her large rear right on the cushion. Zulime called herself the Riverboat Queen, after all, and this was quite the throne to attain. She sat back in her chair, and turned her nose up at the woman before her. They were both naked, naked as the day they were born, but the Cajun girl felt like an empress. Her brown eyes stayed glued to Li-Mei as she tilted her head to the side.

She raised her foot up, right to Li-Mei's face. Zulime didn't bark any commands, didn't issue any orders. Already, so much had happened. Now it was time to see if Li-Mei could understand what was happening.

Well, such tiredness and fatigue would set in when you were knocked out after having orgasm after orgasm being pulled out from you. Li-Mei would recover in due time but as of right now, parts of the event would remain foggy. But for now, the Chinese woman would question as to how she got in this place, with the rather welcoming sight of Zulime staring right in front of her. From the looks of it, it seems to be her locker room. At least from the décor that she could see around the room past the figure that sat on her lap as if she was giving a private lap dance.

Not the worst thing to wake up to, truth be told.

Zulime would delve a bit of information, though most of it was perhaps something she could easily deduce through common sense. From the sheen of sweat and juices that covered her bodies, it made sense that they would have had a ball. The most fun she ever had? That would be debatable, considering she couldn’t even remember the last part of it all. Plus, the Oriental Rose had much more fun in the past. But at least the Riverboat Queen was enjoying herself, at the expense of Li-Mei, kissing all over her, from one cheek to the next, her natural curves rolling all over the more slender looking woman. However, what the ebony woman would say will have to wait as she chose to forget about what happened before and focus on the present. And Zulime seemed all too eager to unwrap this pretty gift.

Unstraddling the Chinese woman, the Cajun would move Li-Mei off the seat, her arms embracing the bluish-raven haired woman, almost lifting her off so that she placed her onto the floor. From being in a ring not covered in her own juices to now being in one that was clean was a different experience. Sitting on her butt, her legs spread a bit, the Oriental Rose looked up from the foot of the chair, Zulime taking her seat and her demeanour changed to something much more regal. More poise from a country gal, especially as her nose would turn up at her as if she was higher and superior in class. Even though she came from the woods in Louisiana. Looking at the chair, it was pretty stylish looking. Li-Mei didn’t really know what to expect from this, wherever what Zulime’s claim that the most interesting part of the evening would even come. Depending on what constitutes “fun” for her.

What came next was the Riverboat Queen raising her foot up towards the Oriental Rose’s face, close enough that it wasn’t truly on it, rather a few inches away from it. She did stare at it for a while before something stirred up inside of her and her eyes suddenly widen. All of those memories rushed in like a flood, her body shivered as she remembered the time when Zulime’s foot was right up at her face from that feint of a front kick. It was more of a picture than anything but she remembered the sensations, the fear, and the shock of it all. But the Oriental Rose didn’t dwell on that memory as her mind darted towards the time where Zulime’s foot whipped around for a crescent kick, smacking right at the side of her face, part of the Rhythm & Blues signature move. Then it darted to where Zulime’s foot pressed on her face while she grinded herself on Li-Mei, the leg placed on her body, her body pressing upon her from the Cajun’s embrace and the crowd being roused by such an athletic display and how she remained standing throughout before also remembering when she did something similar, but whilst Li-Mei was on her back and Zulime grinded out an orgasm while doing a split. Then it flashed to the time where Zulime stood over Li-Mei, grinding her foot all over her sex, her legs being held up in the air and couldn’t escape before cumming all over it. Another flash towards the memory of her trapping Li in an armbar, her own feet rubbing all over her breasts before they lactated underneath her soles before they would be thrust at her face while Zulime was behind her, Li fingering herself during it. Then there was the memory of Zulime standing on top with the very feet bringing another lactating orgasm. All before they would revert back to the feint kick orgasm where that foot remained there at her face, a picture etched and burned into her mind. And now this very foot was right in front of her. The one that caused her downfall.

Something snapped in Li-Mei’s mind and before she knew it, her face thrust itself all over the outstretched foot, pressing her face into it before giving a deep sniff. Letting herself inhale the musky aroma that radiated off from it, before hungrily giving one big lick from her heel to her toes, letting it deeply lap all over it, letting the tongue pick up and taste the sweat, dust, dirt and Li-Mei’s own juices. Almost as if she hungered nothing else but that foot that was presented for her and not once did she feel any shame from it all.

Zulime gripped the arms of the chair, as if in anticipation. She was not terribly likely to go on a roller coaster ride, nor was she a president in a situation where she had to make some incredibly hard decision. No, she was simply Zulime, which was a wonderful thing to be. Her brown eyes were cast down upon the Oriental Rose as she tried to scry her next action the same way that she might gaze into a crystal ball. There were so many places the night could go. The Riverboat Queen was not so coarse as to try and take it, and she wanted to see how much Li-Mei was going to play along. The anticipation built.

And then it was all released when Li-Mei licked her foot. Zulime shivered all up and down, and bit her lip. The duo had been through a lot, but this simple act felt like a lot. The Riverboat Queen shifted a bit in her seat. Zulime rested her hands behind her head. There was only going to be an audience of one when Zulime put her body on display, but it was quite the audience, she thought. She breathed in and leaned forward a bit, reaching down to run her fingers through Li-Mei's hair. Of all the intimate moments they had shared, this was unique. Zulime felt like a queen reaching down and getting to know one of her subjects.

And like all queens, even imaginary ones, she sought to rule. She leaned back in her seat and put her arms on the rests once more. "I want you to lick this foot clean, girl." Her thick Louisiana accent was not honeyed like it usually was. The Riverboat Queen was going to push to see how much Li-Mei would let her get away with. Because if she was allowed this luxury, there was going to be a lot more in store for this beauty.

The anticipation started building again. Her mind flashed with what had happened earlier in the night. But moreso, she thought of what could be. Her sex flushed with lurid thoughts, and Zulime bowed her head a little bit. This time, her eyes were showing expectation, not of obsequious submission from the Asian beauty, but of all of the wonderful things that they could do together when it was just Zulime and her...

Li-Mei simply took it all, letting the tongue lap all over the foot that had been offered to her by the Riverboat Queen, more so in a greedily and hungry manner, letting the taste of it all, linger in her tastebuds. A small part of her wondered if that is what Zulime was looking for when she did raise that foot up right at the Chinese woman’s face. As if she knew what kind of reaction she was looking for or the intended effect that the Cajun was going for. While she may practice voodoo, that might not be so likely, especially what was going through the head of the Oriental Rose. She could feel the shiver coming from the Cajun, simply enjoying it all as if waves just washed all over her. She wasn’t as enamoured with the rest of the bare, naked body of Zulime as her mind was more focused on one part at the moment. The one that she was ordered to lick clean by Zulime herself.

And Li-Mei would, her own sloppy efforts would change into something a bit more meticulous, especially as her saliva pretty much covered the sole to her toes. Not that she needed to be told what to do but as a prisoner, she would out of her own volition. Out of her own will. The tongue isn’t so used as much since the lathering stage was pretty much complete so now it was mostly to clean up. Taking one toe, she sucked it all. Saliva, sweat, dust, dirt and her own juices mixed like a cocktail that she took in, going from one toe after the other. The memories flashed inside her mind, flicking from one to the other, now not so in order like before and ending up in a bit of a jumbled mess. Zulime’s fingers ran through her hair, maybe as a sign that she is doing a good job, as the mess that she made was slowly but surely cleaned up, the intoxicated mind, remembering the taste and the smell of it all. And there was no audience but the one woman she was with, sitting on the chair and feeling every bit like a queen.

One hand would leave the foot before going towards her breast, giving it a grope and squeeze, playing with it as this just got hotter and hotter. From the lacquered toes to the ball of her foot, to the arch, then finally to her heel, she deftly cleaned up, her own sex flushed. Giving a few kisses here and there just to wrap things up in a nice little bow.

Zulime closed her eyes. It was tempting to keep her eyes open with such a lovely figure in front of her, but that would be an affront to her inner self. When she experienced pleasure, she wanted to experience it without any distractions. Li-Mei began working her foot. Zulime moaned lightly and shivered a bit when the Oriental Rose sucked on her toes. That very foot was covered in Li-Mei's own honey, and Li-Mei was going at it at full force. Zulime idly wondered what it would be like to taste her own juices before her mind turned blank again as a delightful sensation rose up the length of her leg. Then Li-Mei did something miraculous.

A hand reached up and grabbed her breast. She opened her eyes from the shock. The Riverboat Queen gasped and looked down at the beauty before her, before a wide smile spread across her face. Li-Mei had stumbled across a very good idea. As much as Zulime was enjoying having her foot cleaned in the most spectacular way, there were better places to put those kisses. She bent over once more, her pendulous breasts hanging low, and caressed the side of Li-Mei's face. Her hand ended up under Li-Mei's chin, which served as a method of pulling the Oriental Rose up to her feet. She wanted to take a moment to gaze over the woman standing in front of her, to truly appreciate this woman for who she was. Now, with both of them sweaty and odorous and having known each other, she could sense a lot coming from the beauty.

And she could sense a lot coming from herself as well. She sat up in her chair a little bit to help her grab the back of Li-Mei's head. From there, she would sit back and pull the woman into her tender breast. Just like with the foot, Zulime dared not sever the bond between them with words. The Cajun girl always thought that actions spoke far louder than words did, and this particular action was unmistakeable. She was guiding Li-Mei's mouth right onto her nipple. The Riverboat Queen puffed her chest out to make it just a bit easier on the woman. And getting her large chest forward was always something that Zulime took a lot of pride in...

Li-Mei felt every shiver, hear every moan, taste, smell and feel Zulime’s foot as she worked on it. A glance saw that Zulime was in her own world, perhaps taking all the sensations in and not let anything visual distract her from what she is experiencing. Not letting the sense of sight lead her but everything else bringing a special experience that only the Cajun would enjoy. Her own experience was vastly different to Li-Mei’s at the moment, taking in the aroma, cleaning up and tasting her own honey and dutifully cleaning up the mess that the Riverboat Queen caused but the Oriental Rose made. Her body shivered as her mind wondered how this could bring the majority of forced orgasms, getting the opportunity to taste and explore it with her mouth as much as she wants. The restrictions of a match setting wouldn’t hold her back, Zulime could just about stay in position, Li-Mei holding the leg up in case Zulime wasn’t going to keep it upright for long.

She wasn’t quite sure how her hand did reach up to grab at her breast, a subconscious movement that gave birth to a wonderful idea for the Cajun. Seeing as most of the work was done in fully cleaning up the mess that is on Zulime’s foot, the Riverboat Queen leaned forward, her hand cupping the side of her head and then her chin, which served as a method to bring the Oriental Rose up to her feet. Again, not knowing how she did it which all the work she had gone through in the exhausting match they had just been in. But it was for a purpose. One that Zulime would waste no more time in revealing as she would be brought towards the chest of Zulime. Not for a smother, but for something else entirely.

Her lips would be guided and latch onto the nipple of the Riverboat Queen and it was not rocket science to know what Zulime wanted. Her tongue lapped around the areola, lips clamping onto the bud as she worked on the chest that Zulime took massive pride in. She sucked on it, as like a child with her mother’s teet, one hand coming up to grope at the other breast, letting her fingers knead on it like dough. Her palm grinding on the nipple just to add more to the sensations that Zulime would be feeling. And while she seemed subservient in doing as the Cajun had wanted of her, the Chinese woman’s desires made her just a tad bit greedy in getting something out of it.

The other hand that is not at Zulime’s breast reached down, letting her fingers travel down and massage the thigh, not as much the hamstring muscle since she is sitting down but there was still enough for her to feel, as well as the thick muscle hidden underneath the chocolate-like skin. That is until she would bring up the leg, letting her hand slide down to grab on the foot, not the one that she had just cleaned, but all in order to bring it up to her pussy and grind on it. She wasn’t sure if she would get away with this, considering Zulime was the queen, but since she had been doing much of the work, maybe she could be granted a pardon.

Zulime shuddered. Li-Mei was better with her tongue than any woman had any right to be. And to make matters even better, she had the werewithal to reach across and grab her other breast. The Cajun girl appreciated Li-Mei's initiative, and she let her gratitude be known. Zulime's arm tightened up a little bit, and she felt her sex moisten. The Riverboat Queen bit her lip to tide herself. There would be the big one coming, for sure. But Zulime did not want that to arrive too early. This one was going to be the biggest one she would have in a while, and she wanted to draw it out as much as humanly possible. Zulime knew her body, moreso than many other people did. She knew when the floodgates would open. But the build up, the tension, it was making it all worthwhile.

Her breast was wet with Li-Mei's saliva, and it was an amazing sensation. The hand on her other breast was causing her leg to shake slightly, but it needed more love than what Li-Mei could provide with her hand. She cupped the back of Li-Mei's neck with her hand, and removed it from Zulime's breast for just a second. The Cajun girl leaned down and kissed Li-Mei's forehead. The Riverboat Queen was gracious, and wanted to show Li-Mei that she could play with Zulime's breasts openly now. The match was over. As far as Zulime was concerned, the only thing it was time for was pleasure, and Zulime was going to enjoy every little second.

Li-Mei was getting some pleasure of her own, which Zulime encouraged by wiggling her foot a little bit. She was not sure how much pleasure that would give the Oriental Rose, but that was not the intent of the move. She wanted to let Li-Mei know that it was time to indulge in every little bit of pleasure that she could possibly want, because that was precisely what Zulime was going to do as well. She looked into Li-Mei's eyes through a haze. Right now, in front of her, Li-Mei was the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and she would not trade this moment for anything that anyone could offer to her.

But now it was time to bring the pleasure back. She guided Li-Mei's mouth onto the dry breast. Because she knew that this particular part of her body was going to be far from the only bit of her that would soon be wet. And as Zulime's eyes closed, her mind went a few moments forward, into what would bring about the grand climax. But for right now, the Riverboat Queen was going to enjoy the warm pleasure that was emanating from her nipple...

How she still has the capacity to have this kind of initiative was surprising but all to please the woman in front of her. Li-Mei’s tongue was perhaps overlooked but she knew how to use it, teasing the exposed nipple where she brought untold amounts of pleasure. Perhaps it is too late for it but the Chinese woman supposes that she could see how fast she could work the Riverboat Queen up towards the edge of climax without the stimulation of her pussy. Not that she was really thinking that as this was the time for pleasure. And while Zulime was going to indulge, Li-Mei would also get her chance to do so.

While Zulime seeks to work the orgasm up, building up to the big moment, the tension, all for the big crescendo, Li-Mei had a different approach when it came to working her own orgasm. Unashamedly hungry to get to that climax, the Oriental Rose grinded herself on Zulime’s foot, getting the instep, the top of her foot before working on the toes as they stroke along her clit. All the while her free hand went to work on the other nipple, moving down to massage the underboob, knowing its sensitivity there and letting her thumb work on that part while the middle and index fingers clamped on the Cajun’s nipple slightly enough to just tweak on it. One was wet, one wasn’t. Li-Mei’s saliva coating the breast, a near onslaught of sensations being thrown at the Riverboat Queen. Unbeknownst to the Chinese woman, Zulime did her best to tide herself, even though Li-Mei’s efforts might cause to reach that happy ending rather quickly.

Perhaps Zulime knew this and pulled Li-Mei’s face away from the breast for just a moment. For a second, the Oriental Rose thought that she was doing something wrong but the kiss on her forehead would ease those doubts well, showing gratitude from the Queen herself. With the mouth not focused on her nipple, Li-Mei feverishly grinded on her foot, working on the sole and slathering it with her own sex honey. Panting loudly, her pussy already wet with all the stuff she did before, the flashes of memories playing out on her mind, remembering the feet that had caused her downfall in the match are the ones to be bringing about the tide to wash her away completely. She was just there, she could feel it growing in her loins, feeling that it’s about to burst, Zulime’s foot wriggling at her sex doing enough to push her over the edge.

“HAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGHHHHHHHH~!!!” She let out a cry of sexual triumph, letting it reverberate the four walls as her own pussy gave out a violent spurt of juices out, completely staining the foot that had been clean and untouched. Letting her juices splash on the bare sole, her body shivering, knees buckling as her own honey splatter on the floor of Zulime’s floor. Her body seized up, perhaps enjoying much of it all before she would be forced back to work. It took a while for her to do the kind of work that she did on the other nipple, but as Zulime brought Li-Mei’s face to the other breasts that aren’t tended by her mouth, she would let her tongue lap around it, shuddering, breathing deeply, lips quivering around Zulime’s breasts as she just sits there just enjoying what Li-Mei was bringing.