The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Finally. Finally. Blossom could check 'Make a beautiful woman orgasm' off her bucket list.

It was amazing, really. Chiharu was so unbound and free as she came, just letting it all out - it almost made Blossom wish they had switched places. She moved off, giving Chiharu one, final kiss as she went, and kneeled beside her as she came down from the high. Very glad that this would all be recorded.

"Um." She looked around, remember that they still had quite a long way to go. "Is there a key around here or..."

Chiharu didnâ€t restrain herself as she came, calling out loudly as her body convulsed and her pussy was drenched in its own juices, which coated her labia, thighs, and even the spot on the floor which was underneath her when she orgasmed. She would lay back afterwards, panting, chest rising and falling, watching Blossom out of the corner of her eye. Not because she didnâ€t trust the American, but just because she was curious what the smaller wrestler was going to do now, after giving her that one last kiss.

As it turned out, Blossom was all business. The first thing that she thought of was the location of the key needed to unlock Chiharu, just as she had promised the Japanese wrestler when she had first captured her.

“Oh, yes,” Chiharu said. She would nod her head in the direction of the cabinets again. “Same drawer…theyâ€re in a little velvet bag in the back of the drawer. The key should be the same metal as the cuffs…”

The rather evil thought of going back on her promise did cross Blossom's mind, for all of a split second. It was very tempting - she could get a sure win, something her record needed. And it would be fun. Oh me, oh my, would it be fun.

But a promise was a promise, and Big Momma Fields didn't raise her to be a liar. "Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha." She skipped over to the drawer and popped it open, producing the keys after she felt around a bit.

"So, I guess we're 1 to 1 now...don't expect it to stay that way for long." She let out a sad little sigh as she came back over and knelt beside Chiharu, going for the cuffs. What she was doing was like going into a gunfight with a knife, then getting lucky when all the people with guns ran out of bullets, giving them a little stab, then giving them more bullets to continue the fight. A long metaphor, but apt.

"Just, ah...go easy on me? A little?" She unlocked the handcuffs. "And no dildos, I'm not a dildo fan."

Chiharu would wait patiently as Blossom went back to the drawer and found the matching key in the velvet bag. She would smile and relax as she waited for Blossom to unlock her. Once she was freed, Chiharu would sit upright, getting up onto her knees, rolling her head back and forth to loosen up against after having her movement taken away from her.

“Yes, itâ€s one-all, but it wonâ€t remain that way for very long, my cute little Blossom-chan,” Chiharu would reply. She loomed large over Blossom, even while the both of them were on their knees. The American girl was really pretty short.

Chiharu laughed when Blossom requested that no dildos be used. “Oh? But you seemed to quite enjoy the vibrator earlier…I would have thought youâ€d be just as happy with a dildo. But I understand completely. I have plenty of other ways of making you cum…”

"Yeah, but they just sort of...I just don't really like 'em, you know?" She shrugged. Chiharu had a point, but there was no accounting for taste. She was tempted to ask what Chiharu's limits were, but she got the feeling she had none. Maybe it was the dungeon filled with every kink she'd heard of and some she hadn't. Maybe.

Blossom gulped as Chiharu started to get ready - even when they were down, the size difference was clear. Chiharu was going to win. Despite what anyone thought, Blossom was a realist. She saw what had to happen.

She was going down, but she wasn't going quietly. Though, considering the nature of defeat, 'not going quietly' was a given.

Not waiting to get to her feet, Blossom charged forward on her knees, looking to lock up with Chiharu and wrestle her down to the floor.

“Fair enough,” Chiharu replied with a shrug. She had met plenty of women before who had an aversion to one kink or another. Some didnâ€t like dildos, some didnâ€t like spankings, some didnâ€t like butt plugs. Chiharu embraced them all, and was able to tailor her ministrations to whatever turned her conquests on the most.

As they squared off again, Chiharu still felt confident. This despite the fact that she had just been made to cum by her much smaller foe. Blossom was sexy, but she was not really very sexual. Chiharu was a sexual superstar. She had had sex with hundreds of gorgeous girls. She knew what it took to break one and she knew that it could be done to this little American. As her foe lunged at her, Chiharu would grab onto Blossom and push back, using her greater weight to try to halt Blossomâ€s attempted advance and push her down backwards instead.

Out of all the people she faced so far, Blossom enjoy Chiharu's demeanor the most. She was aggressive, sure, but not unreasonably so. She just liked having sex. A lot. Like, really, a lot. She was intimidating in a way, and while Blossom did feel outclassed, she knew the bigger woman just wanted to have and wouldn't take advantage of her. A comfortable feeling.

As the two met up, Blossom pushed back hard, putting her back into it as Chiharu advanced. She was probably the stronger between the two of them, but her opponent was fighting smart, using her size advantage, and that wasn't something Blossom could easily overcome. She was being forced back...slowly. But it was happening, and there wasn't much she could to do to stop it.

So she stopped trying.

Instead of pushing, Blossom suddenly pulled Chiharu towards her and jumped up, shooting her legs out and trying to wrap the tiny things around Chiharu's waist for a body scissors.

Blossom was a little spitfire, and the little American obviously worked out a lot and might have had a slight muscular advantage over Chiharu. But the Japanese woman was by no means weak, and she had a definite size advantage that she could use to more than compensate for her opponentâ€s toned physique. She pushed with all of her strength, and then on top of that she would lean forward, letting gravity aid her as she slowly but surely forced Blossom back.

Blossom resisted for a few seconds, and then, just like that, she would stop pushing, letting Chiharu fall on top of her. Before the Japanese beauty had much time to take advantage of that superior position, Blossomâ€s legs shot up and wrapped around her waist. Chiharu grunted, feeling the squeeze that her opponent put on her, but was not about to let a potential advantage slip through her fingers. She would get her legs beneath her and push her lower body upwards, trying to make the scissor hold more difficult to maintain. And then, Chiharu would reach forward with one hand, grabbing at Blossomâ€s breast and trying to pinch one of the girlâ€s nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Success! Blossom felt a rush as she clamped on and locked those legs tight. It wouldn't be enough to really defeat Chiharu - unless she had a big thing for scissorholds, which wasn't too outlandish - but it would buy her some time, at least, making Chiharu work for her orgasms.

She thought she had Chiharu neat and tied for a moment, but it didn't last - Chiharu was lacking in training, but she made up for it with sheer willpower and sexual determination, pushing up with her legs and threatening Blossom off like a leaf in the wind. She managed to hold on through some miracle, but it was made all the worse when the seductress brought an alluring assault to her nipple.

"Gah!" She let out a little shriek from the pinch, and lurched forward, fighting in the best way she could think as she grabbed Chiharu's head and pulled her for a kiss, hoping she might melt and ease up. Though there were so many way that plan could backfire...

If she was an experienced wrestler, Chiharu might have thought of a very simple, very elegant way of escaping from the scissor hold. As it was, she had to think quickly, and thinking quickly, she fell back upon her tried-and-true methods of inducing sexual arousal in her partners. Blossom managed to keep her scissor hold despite the ascension of Chiharuâ€s lower body, but the pinching of her nipple certainly seemed to distract her.

Blossom, of course, fought back. She wrenched her head upwards and started kissing Chiharu. The kiss was certainly nice, and it got Chiharu a little hot as she felt her own arousal beginning to grow once again, but just one kiss was not going to take her mind completely off of the task at hand. She would return the kiss, and then some. She would slide both hands to the back of Blossomâ€s head and clutch the Americanâ€s hair tightly, holding her steady. Then, Chiharu would go to town on her opponent. Opening up her mouth, she ran her tongue all over Blossomâ€s lips, quickly plunging the tongue inside of the Americanâ€s mouth, then quickly retracting it. She would move her mouth upwards, kissing and lapping at Blossomâ€s nose and cheeks, before moving her tongue in one long arc all the way up the side of Blossomâ€s face to her ear, which Chiharu would lick and bite teasingly.

It was quite the display. But if something was worth doing, it was worth overdoing, and hopefully Blossom would be distracted by the adventures of Chiharuâ€s mouth all across her face!