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

Kim could only speak for herself, but she was having quite a bit of fun with the current situation. Just laying on top of such a voluptuous woman was quite a thrill, but feeling her writhe beneath her, having their bodies slide and slip against each, the way their growing sweat would mingle as she struggle…

It had potential. There was a lot she could do from a position like this, if she could hold it.

Unfortunately, she might’ve underestimated Zulime’s resistance, because she was able to fight back harder than Kim both guessed and liked. She fought back hard, and while Kim tried to press her advantage and squeeze some pain out of the hold, it was becoming too much. This move tended to work best when her opponent was sufficiently weakened.

So she abandoned ship. Kim untangled her leg, planted her palms on the mat just above Zulime’s head, then somersaulted forward and flipped to her feet in one deft move. She spun about and backed away, giving the Cajun Queen some space and time to rise up. ”You look like you’re having a little trouble, there. Not too much for you, am I? I can tone it down a notch or two. If need be.”

All said with an innocent smile on her face.

Zulime had seen some girls doing quite a lot in recent weeks, but this girl was just 110% extra. Her intense struggles helped her rid herself of Kim, but her opponent planted her hands aside her head and then somersaulted away from her. The Riverboat Queen felt like she had just been showed up a little bit, and she was not going to tolerate that. Zulime pushed herself to her feet and dusted herself off a bit. She was starting to sweat. Perhaps it was the heat of the lights above her, or the body heat of the woman who was just on top of her. In an overly dramatic fashion, she pushed her hair to the side so she could get a full glimpse of her opponent.

"Aw, honey, you just got off to a good start. Don't push it." Zulime said, fully intending to start pushing it. Her advance was pretty slow this time. She wanted to see what her opponent would do. Judging from the fact that her head was still ringing from the kick, Kim had a clear advantage in strikes.

So Zulime resolved to see how well or poorly she could do with grappling. She lunged at Kim. Zulime intended to get her in a lock up, at the very least. The ultimate goal was to get this woman on her back, but you had to crawl before you can walk.

Kim had the feeling she was ticking Zulime off. Just a tad. Just a wee bit.

Good. While she liked the Cajun enough for someone she’d known through all of three minutes, this was a match. A hentai match, sure, but many of the same rules applied. Maybe even more so - when you really got down to it, these sensual matches were just as much about mental domination as physical. So far, she seemed to have both realms under control.

”I think I’ll push it as much as I like, thank you very much.” She flicked her tongue at Zulime as the exotic beauty moved her way, slowly padding across the mat on those bare feet of hers, going for a lockup.  Not Kim’s typical forte, but she was feeling confident enough with this woman to try it. After all, being stronger than your opponent wasn’t the only key to winning this sort of thing.

She grappled and did her best to make a hard base, resisting Zulime’s push as best as she could. While she did that, she brought her tongue to her foe’s ear and started to lick around it. ”Want me close that bad, huh?”

This girl was good. The ear-licking, the casual taunting. If anyone knew what they were doing in the ring, it was Kim. Zulime felt like a rookie, and she was. But she could be terribly dangerous in her own right, and it was a terrible shame that Kim had not discovered that yet. Doing her best to fight off the shiver running down her back, she tried pushing forward a little bit more. "Nah, I want you even closer..."

Zulime was moving as quick as she could. She planted her feet, and gripped Kim's hips. They were nice, and Zulime swore to herself that she would feel them again. But for right now, she was going to use them as her fulcrum to toss her opponent onto the mat. Kim had a hard base, but Zulime had a healthy amount of anger and lust to help her along.

”Even closer?” Kim let out a husky laugh at Zulime’s reply. ”I like the way you-”

Her words were cut short when she felt a pair of lecherous hands grab at her hips, gripping her flesh tight. They certainly weren’t unwelcome, but what came next definitely - Kim was hoisted into the air and dropped flat on her back in one swift move, before she had any to think about countering.

The move itself was hardly devastating, but that likely wasn’t the point. It dropped her on her back, it stunned her, and it left her vulnerable underneath a sizeable opponent who had an axe to grind. Bad things by themselves, but together...

Zulime was hustling now. There was a lot of ground to catch up, and even more territory beyond that to explore. The second Kim's back hit the ground, Zulime was aside her, and then astride her. She threw one of her large legs over Kim so that she was straddling her, with their hips touching. The same hips that Zulime had used as leverage to chuck her onto the ground. But now the Riverboat Queen was in the prime position, and she was going to stay there as long as she could.

"You ain't talking so much now..." The smile on her face was juxtaposed to the lustful anarchy in her eyes. When she leaned down, her pendulous breasts hung low, but Kim should not have been worrying about those at the moment. No, she should have been far more concerned with Zulime's hands, which were currently going for Kim's neck. That ought to shut her up, even more than the hip toss did.

She bit her lip. There was something rather intimate about this, she thought. Even as she was right about to strangle another woman.

Kim had just started to sit up when Zulime came down on her and squashed that notion flat, both figuratively and literally. While she’d never use the word ‘fat’ to describe this woman, she didn’t lack for weight, especially in comparison to her smaller, lithe opponent. It seemed like her dark-skinned opponent was well aware of that fact and eager to press it.

Still, it wouldn’t stop Kim from talking smack to her. Few things could do that. ”What’s there to talk-”

As it turned out, one of the aforementioned ‘few things’ happened to be strangling, and Zulime was in a mind to do just that. Kim gasped as her hands encircled her throat and starting to squeeze the life out of her. She squealed and bucked and kicked and squirmed, but none of it was enough at the moment. All she could do was lay there as the tables suddenly and painfully turned against her.

...at least their sliding hips felt great together. Kim tried to squeeze out what pleasure she could as she humped against Zulime during her struggles, loving the way their sexes kissed between the fabrics.

Kim was into this. When Zulime ignored the fact that she had applied force to Kim's neck to deprive the flow of blood and concomitantly oxygen to Kim's brain, she could see that Kim was enjoying this. The fact that her opponent was bucking her hips was quite nice, and getting Zulime more going than she already was. This was getting quite hot.

And she wanted to make it hotter still. She was breathing hot and heavy, the same way she hoped Kim wasn't. The bucking was getting awfully problematic, but Zulime did her best to stay on top of it. After all, you don't get called the Riverboat Queen because you abandoned ship whenever the water got a little bit rough.

The crowd loved it. Two sexy, strong women going at it. Someone would cum by the time the evening was over. Zulime just prayed that it was not going to be her.

Kim wasn’t sure whether she should’ve been worried about her current state, not knowing how much danger she was truly in. Getting strangled certainly wasn’t a good time, but she hadn’t lost enough oxygen that she’d forgotten how the rules of the match worked. Sure, Zulime could win by knocking her out, but only after an orgasm. One that she presumably had to be conscious for.

Then again, there was nothing to stop Zulime from, say, knocking her out, working her to an orgasm after she woke up and was vulnerable, then going for the fall. Tricky, this was.

Whatever the case, Kim couldn’t get Zulime off like this, and she couldn’t get her off in the other sense, either. That didn’t mean she was out of options, though. As those rough, Cajun hands squeezing the life out of her with mildly disturbing glee, her own hands were free to do whatever she liked. She used them to reach up and caress Zulime’s bountiful breasts, sliding under the loss fabric of her top and fondling the soft orbs underneath. Kneading and squeezing and massaging them all over, searching for every tender spot she could find.

Zulime was focused. All of her desire was on strangling the crap out of the woman who had nearly kicked her head off. The motivation behind it was simple. Get hit, hit back. Perhaps it was somewhat less than classy, and was far less than lady-like, but Zulime was not one to rise above the occasion. Especially not now. Especially not here. Her grip tightened and her brown eyes narrowed into a look of pure concentration.

And then Kim did something incredible. Two soft hands reached up, and started toying with her breasts, under the cover of the bikini. Zulime moaned. She could not help it. The Riverboat Queen was not sure that she wanted to help it. A wonderful sensation emanated from her chest, and she did not feel like fighting it.

Her grip on Kim's neck loosened considerably, until it was hardly anything at all.