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

The Zydeco Express was headed straight towards one end of Tokyo at a very fast rate of speed. There was no stopping it, no applying the brakes. Her large chest bounced up and down as she tore across the ring, much to the delight of those with access to slow motion. And when she took to the air, she knew that she was going to hit home. The Asian girl, deft and quick as she was, was not able to wiggle out of this one in time.

Zulime felt the impact of woman on woman. It was real, it was meaty, and it was awesome. Zulime fell down to the floor, and rolled out of the way. In that time, Kim made her way to the ground, very much not under her own steam. Zulime watched that tall and thin pine come tumbling down, and an idea sparked in her mind. As quickly as she could, Zulime got herself onto her feet and jumped over her opponent on her way to the turnbuckle.

It took a lot of leg power to get her heft going upwards, but Zulime was lucky in that she had exactly that. With one bound, she was on the bottom rope, and with the next, her long legs had gotten her to the top. She was pure energy at this point, thrusting herself upwards and around with one mighty push of her leg. The Riverboat Queen was now flying, flipping, rocketing towards her opponent. As long as you are on the riverboat, you had to gamble. Those were the rules.

Zulime was not a small woman, especially compared to Kim’s lighter, lithe form. She wouldn’t go so far as to to call the Cajun ‘fat’ - such an insulting word wasn’t meant for someone with such pleasing curves, fine hips, and tender, tasty breasts. She liked the word ‘fulsome’ better - fancier, and a better way to describe her full bodied form. There was nothing wrong with a little weight.

There was, however, something wrong with a little weight being used to crushed her into the mat. And something amazing about someone with that weight flipping through the air like a crazed acrobat.

Kim looked up just in time to see Zulime flying her way. As she did, she found herself wondering a) how she’d managed to pull that off and b) if she would be able to move in time. She had no clue on the first question. But the second…

Zulime crashed into her like a truck, bringing the Amazing Asian to the ground and leaving her utterly flattened on the canvas. She was still awake and alive, but just barely, and she couldn’t do much more than roll about and curse at the moment.

Whatever works. Back on the riverboat, that is what she looked for to win a match. If she had to go down and dirty for a catfight, she would do it. If she had to go blow for blow with a puncher, she would do it. If she had to outwrestle some little judo champ, she would do it. And here, and now, she saw her break. The crowd was silent as she went through with the move. Zulime was not quite sure if they were breathless with anticipation, or if they simply could not believe that a woman with Zulime's thickness could be that agile.

Whatever the case was, they exploded with cheers as Zulime landed. The loud thud bounced around the arena, and Zulime's eyes were wide. She honestly could not believe that she had just pulled that particular move off, but she was happy all the same. There she was, lying on top of Kim, feeling the woman roll underneath her.

The Riverboat Queen did not even have to get up to go for her next move. She timed the roll so that Kim would be facing up when she struck. At just the right time, Zulime heaved herself down chest first onto Kim's face. She had to win this match by knockout. And she could not possibly imagine a better way to send a girl to la la land than breast smother. Especially in light of all of the other activity that had happened over the course of the evening...

This was not the position Kim wanted to be in.

Actually, no, scratch that. Kim would’ve been perfectly fine with being in this position, having this thick, strong, voluptuous vixen on top of her, covering her with her carnal flesh...if it were in any other scenario. But in a match? Where she was trying to get on top and dominate? This hardly worked in her favor.

She was already stunned, both from the move itself and the surprise that Zulime could even pull it off. So stunned, in fact, that she didn’t realize what was happening until it was far, far too late to stop it. She saw those magnificient mammaries coming over her like an eclipse, and it was over from there.

Zulime’s breasts came over her face and erased all light and air, trapping her in a wet hell. Kim thrashed about, feebly attempting to get her head free, but every way she turned there were more curves, more flesh, and no oxygen to be found.

Zulime had secured it. As much as anyone could secure a hold on Kim, she supposed. Her large breasts were now all over Kim, and she could tell that the Asian beauty was losing her strength. After making her opponent cum, knocking her out would be the second most enjoyable thing of the evening. With her strong legs, she tried to clamp down on her opponent, to restrict her freedom that little bit more.

And with her arms, she tried to force Kim up further into her chest. "Come on, suga..." She highly doubted that Kim heard her little taunt, what with her large muffling breasts and the deafening roar of the crowd. There was a distinct possibility that Kim could have felt her sentiment though. And that is precisely what she wanted.

The roar of the crowd enlivened her. They had more than gotten what they paid for, and their surge of energy made her hold on to Kim that little bit more closely. The knockout was within her reach, and she could start feeling it now. Very much the same way she had felt other things throughout the evening.

On the floor, with two amazing breasts in her face, trapped in darkness, without a single puff of air to breathe.

It was, oddly enough, a scenario that Kim was quite familiar. Her old league had more than its fair share of busty babes, some with breasts bigger than her head, and they didn’t hesitate to muffle her with their mammaries. Usually, she was agile and quick enough to avoid taking a nap on the canvas. Not this time, though - it seemed like the AFW was going to be a different sort of game.

She writhed about under Zulime’s weight, shifting this way and that, trying to find some way to steal a spare breath, anything to stay awake for a few moments longer. Gradually, slow and sure, the energy began to leave her, her struggles became weaker and weaker, and she found herself licking away at Zulime’s breasts as she faded, just trying to enjoy herself on the way out...

Zulime felt it. The life, the energy, the vitality was slowly fading from her, bit by little bit. The Riverboat Queen refused to let go. In fact, she was spurred on a bit further. Something warm and wet graced her breasts, and Zulime had a very good idea of what it was. It caused her to chuckle, darkly. Never let it be said that Kim Rhee does not know how to go down without style, she thought. With that sort of behavior, Zulime became somewhat curious about digging up her number from somewhere and giving her a call after all this was over.

But all of this had to be over first. Zulime was fairly confident that the hold could be sustained, and was not going to let up anyways. She pushed Kim up into her breasts even further, ready for her to finally fade into the sweet oblivion that came with being tucked between her large and voluminous chest.

The crowd, for what it was worth, was egging her on. She paid no mind to them. Her energy and focus was on the stunning woman between her breasts, and that was where all of her concentration was going to be until the hot little Asian girl faded from the waking world.

It was a weird thing - and it might’ve had something to do with the oxygen lose affecting her brain, if she were being completely honest - but Kim was surprisingly at peace with the way she was going out. Aside from just going out with a taste of two awesome breasts, she couldn’t complain about the lose.

Going.

She’d underestimated her fine, fulsome opponent, and this was the price she paid for it. She would struggle, yes, but that was more reflexive than anything, like her body refused to accept what her mind knew to be a fact: she was going to sleep.

Going…

It took a minute, but there was only so much a body could do without a steady supply of air coming into it. Her struggles became weaker and weaker, petering out into nothing, fading by the second, until…

Gone.

Zulime was very aware of her body. If nothing else, she was aware of her body. She felt all of Kim's final protests as the beauty's energy slowly faded, and then finally ended. The second she felt her opponent stop resisting, she got off of her. Zulime was in this to have a good time, not be a psycho. She dusted herself off as she stood up, wiping flecks of sweat from her dark skin. The crowd were cheering for her and she graciously bowed, causing them to cheer a little bit more.

The ref girl came over to raise her hand, and she stood in triumph. She smiled and waved at the crowd, showing her full figure proudly. It had been messy, it had been wild, but it had been fun. After being joyful for a second, she turned to face her opponent. She got down on her knees, and leaned in close to Kim. Once again, her breasts graced Kim's body, but this time it was in a far more friendly, less-oxygen-deprivey sort of way.

"Hey suga, dunno if yer awake yet. Reckon you know how to have a good time. I'll leave my number for you back there, if you wanna get one back on me." She gave Kim a friendly kiss on the cheek and rose once more. The Riverboat Queen did not raise her hands up high in victory. Instead, she planted one fist firmly on her hip as she swayed across the ring. With a graceful slide, she melted out of the ring and made her way back up the entrance ramp.