Blast from the past 2: Inoue meets Karasu

It was a hard decision for her to make. Should she proceed and feel the wandering hands of Inoue inflame her body wherever she touched her, or should she give the girl more enjoyment so that she could concentrate on pleasuring Anja when she was satisfied? Maybe she had been right when thinking that only a few people had found the spirit to ask her out, looking at how much less wild but beautiful she was with her now, choosing the later if Inoue didn't turn the tables on that of course.

She slid down on the body of Inoue, liking her way down where her finger had trailed before until she reached the sweet spot between the legs of the boxer. Her hands trailed back up the body of Inoue, firmly massaging her breasts.
"Hhmm. What an awesome sight to behold."
she purred while one of her hands went even further to the lips of Inoue to give her something to play with if she choose to do so while she would take a taste of Inoue while she was boiling inside and getting wet.

Inoue knew off of feeling alone, where Karasu was headed, but Inoue savored every moment, as Karasu made her way down. Karasu's tight body moving down Inoue's, it left her with a tingling sensation. Karasu's hands stayed, keeping a hold on her breasts. Inoue smiled at Karasu's words, know she indeed satisfied the blonde's tastes. She didn't squander her time to act on getting Karasu in a similar state to her's, Inoue had continued to perculate, her desire unending. She could tell from the start, Karasu would be as effective with stimulation as she was with combat. After everything they'd gone through, Inoue was on her back at last, she'd learned a good deal of humility, she loved every ounce of control Karasu exerted, though normally she despised the idea. No, everything about this encounter had gone perfect.

"Mmm..." was all Inoue expressed, she began to suck on Karasu's fingers suggestively, preoccupying her tongue and mouth until she could please the blonde, which at the moment was her number one goal by this point. She continued to anticipate and relish in the moment, clutching her own breast with one hand, and parting her legs nice and wide for Karasu, squirming with her yearning and excitement for what was to come.

"...Hhmm...Inoue-chan tastes like honey. Sticky and sweet."
She laughed happily after liking around the clit of her former opponent and tasting her juices. It was liberating to see how Inoue liked what she was doing to her, really liked it with no restrains forced upon her. Her current advantage over the Boxer in wrestling and love making had been forced and hammered into the Blonde and gone when they would eventually meet again, but in times like this she was actually embracing it.

Inoue took the *bait* and liked her fingers, sending shivers through her arms which wandered through her whole body, causing her hand to grab a little harder on the breast she was currently massaging before going back to their former pace. Anja's tongue slid between her lower legs, teasing them with the tip and probing deeper to find the really sensitive spots and bring them pleasure.

Inoue had fully relaxed, the absence of tension in her body was quite stark and sudden, but as Karasu began to lick her clit she cooed instantly, almost regretting how much of a fight she'd put up before this. "Ooohhh!" she exclaimed as Karasu's tongue began to set sail for the deeper areas inside her. "Ohh... Karas-Karasu..." Inoue shivered happily, it had been a long time since she'd been pleasured, and this time it managed to be intense and amazing. The squeezing and massaging on her breasts were Nearly overkill at this point. She felt Karasu's tongue tickling a sweet spot, she yelped when her tongue first made contact with it. "You're.. oh!... so good at this..." Inoue was being driven insane, Karasu had managed to keep the atmosphere perfect. She began to feel tremors move through her body, the impending euphoria of an orgasm nearly being raised already.

Inoue wasn't he first girl driven over the edge by Anja, it had been her job to do this from an early age on to tease and please. So much that she felt overused, tired and empty sometimes and more like a worker then a lover. But not today, the Japanese was hard like a rock in a confrontation and awesome to the touch at the same time. Armed with a wild innocence and the aura of a self made girl, even while she was at the bottom of society and the present now. And nobody was there to judge her for what she was doing.

She recognized the sweet spot by Inoue's body language, giving her tongue a target, pleasuring it softly but with constant pressure and varying speed. The Japanese was clearly nearing an orgasm, and the blonde would show some rare show of affection and weave in the fingers of one of her hands with one of Inoue.

Inoue remained relaxed, but her breathing was clearly intensifying as she felt the skilled tongue of Karasu go to work. Inoue was having a hard time containing herself, she just wanted to hold out a while longer, always the fighter, even if it was a battle against herself. Every moment of this had been pure ecstasy, and she almost never wanted it to end. As Inoue noted Karasu's hand take hers, she held it, gently at first. A few moments passed, before Inoue's skin burned, her face flushed as she continually moaned and signified how great she was feeling. Karasu's expertise in this field was monumental and noteworthy. Inoue felt outclassed yet again, but couldn't contain herself any longer, and let out a scream of satisfaction.

She'd been pushed over the top, now gripping Karasu's hand tightly, the tides of pleasure had even been washed over now, by an immense orgasm that took control of her body, andher body suddenly tensed, before relaxing once more. Her tight squeeze of Karasu's hand loosened immediately, once it ended. She panted heavily and still let out a few moans reminiscent of what she'd just experienced. Slowly, her eyes would flutter open once more, and she'd lightly pull Karasu forward by the hand, ontop of her once more, just wanting to taste her lips again.

Anja was clearly enjoying watching Inoue in the throes of ecstasy, softly grabbing a leg of Inoue with her free hand to prevent her from accidently slipping out of her pleasure, not backing of from any fluids that were raining on her and letting her interwoven hand follow the lead of Inoues movement. Most people were caught in their little world and would have never guessed that a tough as nails boxing girl could also be a really sweet tease or would have objected to simple clothing or a rough shell. Their bad. Maybe you had to fall from a luxury pillow into the streets to cherish small gifts and moments who were for free if you could catch them.

She was much more maneuverable now in the hands of Inoue and let herself being guided up the sweat sprinkled body of her former opponent, laying softly on top of her as she requested while her free arm rested on the lower arm to avoid pressing Inoue heavily down again.
"Want a taste of Inoue too, hm?"
She purred before kissing Inoue on her cute mouth again.

Karasu was essentially perfection in Inoue's eyes, and at that moment, she had felt to blown away to fully even communicate it. The best way she could, was with yet another kiss. She was intent on holding this one longer, she let her tongue tangle with Karasu's. In truth, she namely wanted to taste Karasu, her lips serving as a preview of sorts, before she moved down on the foreign beauty. Inoue had felt at least a years worth of sexual tension relieved, and it couldn't have been done any better. It served as a reminder, always in the last place you look. Inoue only hoped the club owner would hire her again. Though, when he saw her bruised body, she was doubtful. Nonetheless, it didn't matter right now, all that mattered was savoring every last bit of this.

After a bit of time passed, Inoue finally let the kiss break, grinning lightly, up at Karasu. "It's your turn now." she spoke in a soft, yet devilishly seductive tone, the most sensual she could muster. Which was pretty sensual, seeing as she felt nothing but ardent desire at the moment. Her eyes had softened, and were nearly sparkling at the sight of Karasu, she was eager to pay her back for the kind service which she still felt residual euphoria from inside her head, just knowing all she'd done with this girl. It was spontaneous, crazy, and wholly uncharacteristic of Inoue, but she hadn't regretted a minute of it.

*Time to let go*
She had to actually remind herself that the fight was over, although some part in her just didn't stop to yell at her that the fight for dominance was never over. It was hard for Anja to let go, put another one into the driver's seat. That was weak, and weakness hadn't been tolerated in her youth, never. But still, this girl who was presently lying under her, put her best efforts into making it right now a memorable kiss for her, and she was doing good with it. It didn't taste like a *spoils of war* kiss with dominance and submission, just a show of affection. Somehow a little strange to her, but not unwelcome.

"Show me what you got then."
The German tried to not sound competitive or belittling, but she was short of expressions for that sometimes, getting a little bit nervous at the thought of having said it in a way that would have sounded wrong, smiling rather shy for her measures in the hope of being not intimidating when she didn't want to be.

Inoue had hardly considered it, but Karasu had been in control for some time. Inoue was normally one to expect total dominance as well, in fact she'd never been with anyone that she hadn't decimated in the ring. For whatever reason, Inoue got a thrill out of being under Karasu. Perhaps it served as a reminder that she wasn't as great as she thought she was. Either way, she had never known satisfaction like this, she was all to glad to be the bottom in this case, after her resistance had been shot down of course. That was perhaps the best, she had no shame in being beat by someone as skilled and attractive. Inoue wouldn't take the feeling of being under Karasu away either, instead, she place both hands on Karasu's bottom, giving her a little squeeze and then sliding herself down under Karasu, until her face was under her crotch. Inoue was ready now, she began gently licking at Karasu's clit, almost timidly at first. Her heart was pounding, as if her very life depended on pleasing Karasu. She decided she would though, she began a teasing circle around the edges of her former opponent's womanhood, just waiting for the moment to strike, as if she were in a boxing match. She knew well enough that a small bit of teasing could make a big difference in the end, as evidenced by her own orgasm only moments ago.