Misha stood over her, grinning seductively. She then grabbed Ying's massive thighs, and spread them apart. Still holding her thighs, Misha introduced her own equally thick brown thigh into Ying's little puckered love hole. Ying's eyes widened.
She tried moving her legs, but Misha had her thighs in a strange hold--Ying wasn't the only one with the knowledge of pressure points and where to strike them. Misha decided if Ying was going to use them, then she would too.
Misha's thigh was a force to be reckoned with. It had breached Ying's lips, and hymen. The moment it went in, a huge blast of cum occurred, spattering the goo over Misha's knee. This was followed by Ying folding her hands, and squealing unintelligibly in Chinese, her eyes almost rolled back.
Misha teasingly smiled. She then inserted her middle finger inside the Chinese minx's flower bud and pulled out a thick gob of cum around her finger. She slowly traced it around Ying's gaping lips, and forced them inside her mouth. Ying had had enough. She shot her foot up, making direct contact with Misha's own entrance to her love hole. Misha was locked in the position, standing on her knees.
She gasped, and Ying snickered. She wiggled her thumb inside, tickling the insides of Misha's love cavern. Misha tried to close her feet, but Ying grabbed her magnanimous thighs and pried them apart. She then punched Misha's belly, and Misha kneeled, her breasts jiggling. Ying grabbed the two teats, and started squeezing them like dough. Misha's shrieks were now operas.
Ying leaned over and nibbled her ear. Misha was stuck. Her Love hole felt like it was being prodded, and her tits felt like they were de stress balls in the hands of Ying. Unable to bear it, she let loose a deep moan, her tongue lolling out, saliva dripping down, and steam erupting from her mouth. Ying's eyes narrowed. She stared at Misha intently with a lustful gaze. She bit her lips, and pulled Misha closer.
She had worn a strap on. As she pulled Misha closer, she removed her foot, and replaced the strap on inside Misha's cavern. Misha gasped louder. Ying obviously turned on, bit Misha's shoulder. She nibbled and licked and kissed Misha's shoulder sloppily. Misha was gasping all the while.
Then Ying slapped Misha's ass, to an audible yelp from her, and released her.
Misha had regained her strength. As soon as Ying had turned her back on her, Misha jumped up and grabbed Ying's long ponytail and yanked it. Ying fell, but Misha pulled her into a doggy position, and using her fingers, pried open Ying's treasured pussy. Misha had an idea.
Misha licked the rim of her pussy, eliciting gasps from Ying. She then grabbed a particularly long and thick string of thunderbeads and inserted them into Ying's pussy. Ying's eyes widened and she gasped. Then Misha tried something new. She removed them and bunched up all the beads together, and stuffed them inside Ying. Ying's thighs were quivering, and she was gasping at the ecstasy she felt. She brought her hands and clamped them on her mouth, but she she couldn't control it. Misha was stuffing it deeper. Ying was flailing her legs, but Misha paid no heed. Finally Ying shrieked and let loose a flood of her love juices. Misha smirked.
She stood over Ying, her thick brown thighs glistening with sweat. She looked up at the moon to enjoy it's light, but Ying wasn't done yet. She suddenly shot up, and clamped down on Misha's labial fold with her teeth. Misha jumped up and down, shrieking, but Ying didn't let go. Ying grabbed Misha's buttocks, and savagely scratched her ass. Misha gasped, and fell. Ying released her cunt. She sat on top of Misha. She pinched Misha's thick brown legs, eliciting a gasp from her, and continued till she heard her moan. Ying then grabbed Misha's chin and aggressively kissed her, and pulled her lower lip with her teeth, nibbling it. Misha was lost in passion. Ying then sat on top of Misha. She grabbed a handful of Misha's pubic bush, and tore a patch of hair, eliciting more gasps from her busty rival.
"Let's end this, my rival. I know your weakness."
She grabbed Misha's nipples with her fingers, and twisted them. But she did it differently than others. Hers was a slow twist, applying even pressure alternately, so that it wouldn't hurt, but it would make you vulnerable, and stimulated. It was a Chinese burn. Misha was on the verge of tears. Her tits were being kneaded like dough in Ying's hands.
"OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo....YYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK-STOP-STOP-I GIVE!"
Ying released her nipples. Misha cradled her breasts. They were still as large as ever.
"So You've lost. Now you must agree to our condition."
"What is it", asked an out of breath Misha.
"I am sponsored by a wealthy master. By winning this fight, I have won you, which means you belong to my master....and to me."
"Wait what?"
"Madam Aslin is a kind mistress. She has your back now. In this organization, the clients don't just come to watch you. If a catfighter is good enough, then they can be sponsored by a wealthy client. The client who is your sponsor can also call you over for special viewings and.....services."
This was all still new for Misha. However, Ying didn't give her time. Ying, pushed Misha on her back. She then grabbed Misha's long ponytail and yanked on it. Misha gasped. Ying then inserted her strap on inside Misha's cave. What followed was an intense session of Ying taming Misha like a dog, Misha's moans growing in pitch.
It was midnight, when Ying finished. Misha was exhausted. Ying took a dizzy Misha in her arms and walked over to the pristine bathroom. She had run some hot water in the bathtubs. It was a spacious one, where three people could easily fit in. Ying gently laid Misha in, and herself stepped in beside her. Misha didn't know what happened later, as due to the exertion and warmth, she fell asleep.
