Safia Shahrazar vs. Bubbles Burste - In The Heat of the Night

Now, this was getting interesting. Bubbles wouldn’t have pegged Safia for a switch, but that very much seemed to be the case, as the woman took more than a little enjoyment from controlling her. In so many cases, she came across women who were either ardent submissives or passionate dominants. Finding such a beauty who could switch was a rare treat, one that she would love to savor, particularly since Bubbles herself was a similar type. There were just so few women who could bring out the sub side in her, most thought it was nonexistent.

As Safia was learning, however, that was not the case. Bubbles was quite capable of appreciating a pair of controlling hands, which Safia undoubtedly had. The mischievous maiden’s fingers brought moan after moan from her lips, and it only grew worse - or better - when she coupled it with a pair of scissoring legs, controlling her around the waist.

It was a weird sight to see, as the larger woman was wrapped and trapped by her smaller opponent. Weird...and alluring, to Mariah’s eyes. She peered over, bit her lip as she watched the scene. She had full faith that Bubbles would escape, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t enjoy this sight in the meantime.

”It would certainly be a new thing.” Mariah mused, taking away the ambiguity, letting Safia know precisely what was on her mind. ”Though I’m sure Bubbles would love it more if you gave her some traditional stimulation.” She pointed at her wife’s groin. ”That pussy of hers looks awfully dry from up here…”

Bubbles just stuck a tongue out, smirking, before another wave of pleasure made her face contort. ”Traitor…”

Mariah seemed to enjoy seeing her lover getting dominated quite a bit, judging from the way she couldn't keep her eyes off of Safia's hands as they repeatedly squeezed Bubbles's nipples. Bubbles seemed to enjoy it quite a bit as well, submitting to Safia's grasp.

Safia gave Mariah a devious grin in response. "She'll be wet soon enough," she said. Safia leaned back, using her hands to try and guide Bubbles to a seated position with her still firmly glued onto her back. The dusky Persian beauty was preparing for the next step in her attack.

"Your lover wants to see your wet pussy Bubbles," Safia said teasingly, "Shall we oblige?" She began snaking her legs in between Bubbles's strong thighs, hooking her feet just above the knee to spread open Bubbles's legs and reveal her barely covered pussy. Safia knew that if Bubbles resisted she would have no chance of doing it, but she hoped that the submissive Bubbles would give in and let her do as she wished. If Safia is successful, she would begin to rub her heel up and down Bubbles's pussy, teasing her clit through the thin material of her lingerie. In the meantime she continued her nipple torture, pinching and milking Bubbles's udders, while also leaning in time kiss and lick Bubbles's neck for some extra stimulation!

It was a strange sight to see Safia manipulating Bubbles like this, like watching a lioness getting taken by a cub. A silly notion on its face, but anyone who’d think that had surely never been in this woman’s grasp, had never been in this swarthy woman’s grasp, had never experienced the raw pleasure she could bring with ease.

Bubbles experienced it. She had Safia’s feet grinding against her sex, rubbing against her, stimulating with those tiny toes. Her sex was properly stirred up, and as if that were enough, she had those fingers on her breasts to still deal with, not to mention Safia’s lips on her neck, kissign and licking away.

It was enough to make Bubbles want to cream on the spot, and she very well might have if she hadn’t be able to restrain herself. Though, really, there was little reason not to let herself be finished. After all, the winner of this match wasn’t determined by who had the first orgasm, and if Safia thought Bubble would ever submit from having too many orgasms, she was about to learn just how flawed that way of thinking way. The day the Virgin Killer had too much sex was the same day she died.

Safia looked up from kissing and pleasuring Bubbles to give Mariah another look. "Seems like she's quite wet now," she said. Safia gently put one of her stockings toes underneath Bubbles's lingerie bottoms, lifting up to pull them aside and reveal her sopping steaming wet pussy. She then pulled back roughly using her legs, trying to force Bubbles's legs wide open and spread her sex for Mariah to see!

"Bubbles is enjoying this so much!" Safia said, "Maybe after she's done I'll have some fun with you." She winked and blew Mariah a kiss before turning her full attention back to Bubbles. She reached down with one hand, gently rubbing Bubbles's hot sex with her delicate fingers, tracing circles around her clit. Her other hand fondled and groped Bubbles's breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. Her legs meanwhile firmly kept Bubbles's legs apart, Safia showing surprising strength from her thin frame. She was tenacious when she locked in a hold, sticking to her opponent's like glue.

Safia saw one of Bubbles's breasts had nothing to give it attention. She leaned her head in from the side, taking her hard nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. It put her into a rather dangerous position, with her head right underneath Bubbles's arm, but she hoped that the amazon would be too lost in the pleasure to even want to clamp down!

Bubbles did love a woman who was deft with her toes, and Safia certainly fit that bill quite nicely. She was already thoroughly caught in this woman’s spell, getting swept away with the pleasure, but then she had to go and make it that much better with a little proper positioning of her foot, peeling away what little cover she had to work away on her sex.

All for the benefit of Mariah, who was looking down at them with a lustful, lustrous smile. ”Oh, so that’s what Bubbles’ pussy looks like.” She put on the best false look of wonder Bubbles had ever seen. ”I’d always been curious.”

Bubbles was only able to roll her eyes at Mariah’s attempt on humor, before Safia dragged her attention back, splitting her legs wide open. Not that Bubbles made any real effort to stop that from happening, far too horny at the moment to make any moves to see this end, and she welcome the split. Most of her energy was devoted to squirming about, squirming, moaning, simply reacting to the pleasure she was being put through.

That was when things got interesting, though. She had a sharp gasp when she felt Safia’s lips on her nipple, and saw the dark-skinned seductress taking a tit into her mouth. She was more than welcome to it, of course, and Bubbles even encouraged her, putting an arm around her neck to bring her in closer.

An arm that was squeezing tight and tighter and tighter with each passing second…

Safia held Bubbles firmly in place, sucking on her tit the same way as before, making sure Bubbles enjoyed every moment of the pleasure. She felt Bubbles putting an arm around her head to squeeze in closer, not really minding it so far as the hold wasn't tight. She was far too focused on pleasuring Bubbles to notice the hold slowly tightening.

Safia's hand deftly worked Bubbles's sex, rubbing the outside lips teasingly before returning to work on her clit. She was so wet already, Safia knew it wouldn't take too mong before she burst! It brought her no small sense of satisfaction to be able to pleasure her opponent's so much.

Safia tried to lift her head to make some teasing comments, but then she realised that Bubbles had her firmly locked in place! "Oh crap," Safia thought. She squirmed a little to see if there was any give, and there was none. And she noticed that the hold was only getting tighter around her head. "I'm trapped too?!" Safia thought, "OK, don't panic, you're still in control here. Make her cum and she will probably let go!"

With that thought in mind, Safia began really attacking Bubbles. All the previous steps were just a taste of what she was capable of doing. Safia slid her fingers lower, feeling until she found what she wanted. Safia thrust her middle and ring finger deep into Bubbles, aided by the wetness already built up in the area. She buried her fingers in right up to the knuckle in one swift move. Safia then curled her fingers inside of Bubbles, feeling around for her g-spot. Once she found it she would relentlessly attack it, trying to drive Bubbles into a powerful orgasm in the shortest amount of time she could manage!

Most women would’ve panicked in this situation, started flailing about as the powerful arm crushed the resistance out of them. Safia didn’t seem like that sort of women, though. Bubbles’ arm began to bulge, muscles stretched, the tension rose, and through it all, the dark-skinned wrestler kept on plumbing away at the Virgin Killer’s depths. If anything, it seemed like she got more and more enthusiastic as the hold grew stronger, more determined than ever to push Bubbles over the edge.

Not a bad strategy. Bubbles could see what she was going for, likely thinking that having the orgasm would temporarily weaken her and give her a golden moment to slip out of her clutches. A passable strategy, one that would work like a charm on most female wrestlers.

She, however, wasn’t one of them. For someone like her, who had just as much experience with serious wrestling as the sensual, it wasn’t too hard to keep her wits about her as the wave ran through her body. Safia’s technique was effective, of course. It left Bubbles crying out, shuddering, filling the room with her shrieks as the orgasm did its work. The plush carpet was stained with her wetness, and she strongly doubted that would be the last time it happened this evening.

But, through all of that, she focused and kept the hold locked in, pressing Safia’s face against her breast, trying envelope both her nose and mouth with a single orb. ”So naughty.”

"Come on, cum for me," Safia thought as she worked her fingers inside of Bubbles. She could tell she was close, her pussy was flooding and making a huge mess, and given how tightly Bubbles was squeezing it seemed like she was barely hanging on. She could feel the arm tightening, each squeeze matching with a moan and shudder coming from Bubbles. It gave her hope that once Bubbles came, she would slip right out.

Bubbles suddenly cried out, cumming hard in Safia's fingers, coating her hand and making a mess on the carpet. Safia normally would have felt quite satisfied at the sight, but at the moment she was getting the life crushed out of her by Bubbles's tighten grip. She expected her arm to squeeze hard when she came, bracing her body to prepare for that. Safia winced in pain, enduring until Bubbles relaxed, which would get her a chance to slip free.

But that didn't seem to happen. Bubbles relaxed, but her grip didn't loosen at all. "Oh crap!" Safia thought when she realised Bubbles was actually squeezing her face in tighter! Her entire face got buried into Bubbles's boob, her breast filling Safia's mouth entirely and almost making her gag, while her nose got blocked off.

Now the Persian beauty began to panic. She hadn't bothered to maintain an air supply this time around, figuring that she could break free easily afterwards. Now she began to flail around, pushing and twisting to try and get out of the hold before Bubbles put her out!

Bubbles giggled as it became all-too clear what was happening here. Safia might have thought she’d be getting free after the orgasm - a safe assumption, but a wrong one in this case, and she’d learn just how wrong as Bubbles juices leaked along the floor.

The side breast smother was a rare variation on the move, but an effective one, particularly with a head that fit so well under her arm. She didn’t give Safia a continual tightening, instead mixing it up with stronger squeezes, easing up for a moment, then buckling down even harder than before.

It was a gradual buildup, one that had Safia, understandably, panicking. Now came the struggles, the kicking about, the thrashing, and it was tempting to let her foe go and give her the air she craved. But she’s made that mistake before, and, well...she did get an orgasm out of it, so it wasn’t all bad. Still, she wouldn’t be letting her new favorite toy go so easily.

”Ssh, ssh, take it easy.” She took on a hushed, loving tone, like a mother comforting her child to sleep. ”You worked so hard. Take a little nap.”

"She's not letting go," Safia thought, "Why isn't she letting go?!" Bubbles seemed to recover far too quickly after the orgasm to be able to hold her down. Or maybe she hadn't recovered, and was just simply that strong even after experiencing a draining orgasm. Safia realised just how outmatched she was at this point. Even in terms of sexual endurance she couldn't hope to come close to Bubbles.

Her kind got hazy from lack of air. Safia found it so tiring to keep on struggling, her squirming slowing down and her pushing weakening. She knew she was going to pass out sooner if she kept on struggling. It was a waste of energy at this point. Bubbles seemed determined to out her out this time around.

Safia could only hope that after she passed out Bubbles wouldn't go too hard with her. She had brought Bubbles to an orgasm rather roughly, and expected similar treatment for payback. Her eyes turned up, looking at Bubbles one last time with an unfocused gaze, before rolling back into her head. The dusk rose finally passed out in Bubbles's arms. She still clung to Bubbles's back limply, still maintaining her hold even after passing out.