Sex and the British & Commonwealth Occupying Force in Japan
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Chapter 12: Susanah and Sabina’s Sexfight
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12: Susanah and Sabina’s Sexfight - Aussie Major Bill Walters chases money and sex in post WW2 Japan. He is a coward, opportunistic, money hungry and cynical user of women who finds himself in charge of the BCOF's (British & Commonwealth Occupying Force) vice and liquor and licencing section. A necessary setup because of the 400,000 American and 40,000 Commonwealth soldiers stationed there. It was a marriage made in heaven, Dracula running the blood bank, a child let loose in a candy shop or even worse. These are his memories.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Light Bond Rough Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Menstrual Play Public Sex Cat-Fighting Violence
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the chapters in order.
With Susanah keen to fuck Sabina, the latest black woman I had lured using the Chitlin circuit blues to spread the word that they could earn money sexfighting, I had no chance to suss out Marjorie Ravanel’s horniness. So the next night after Susanah’s return, I led Sabina up the wide staircase of the plantation mansion to the room I had converted into a temple for Susanah’s sexfights. It was stripped of furniture except for a low platform covered in thick rugs, a leather armchair for me, and mirrors on three walls so the fighters could watch themselves being broken.
As soon as we entered, Susanah peeled off her sundress and pirouetted. Her full tits swung free, pale and heavy with pink nipples that were already swollen from anticipation. She stepped out of her lacy underwear and stood naked except for her three gold chains. Then she turned to face Sabina and removed the chains on her waist, ankle and clit, and arrogantly and confidently spread her legs to proudly display her cunt.
She ran her fingers down her shaved slit and pulled her cunt lips apart, presenting the inner pink flesh glistening with juices. Her cunt lips were long and dangling, thick curtains of pale flesh, and she swayed her hips to make them swing.
“See these?” she boasted. “These lips have controlled more cunts and clits than you have had biscuits and gravy for breakfast. I wrap them around a woman’s clit and squeeze until she screams and protect my clit from attacks as I trap and smother her cunt with her juices. You will be just another on a long list I have humiliated.”
Sabina had been stripping silently while Susanah talked, her lean brown body emerging from the cheap cotton dress she wore. Her muscles were hard and defined her body with its small high tits and a newly shaved cunt as smooth as a billiard ball. She stepped out of her knickers, faced Susanah, and then did something that wiped the smirk off Susanah’s face.
She reached down and spread her own cunt lips. They were much longer than Susanah’s, and when she flexed her pelvic muscles the dark brown folds of flesh extended even further, twitching and swaying like a second set of fingers. She flexed again, and her cunt opened and closed with a wet sound. “Your lips are cute,, “ Sabina said, her voice low and husky. “But mine are bigger, and I know how to use them.”
Susanah stared, and for the first time in one hundred and seventy-three fights, she looked shocked. She recovered quickly, snapping her jaw shut and tossing her blonde hair, but the psychological advantage she had been counting on had just been ripped away by a Black woman with a cunt like a Venus fly-trap.
Susanah pressed her tits forward and tossed her blonde hair, trying to reclaim her composure after the shock of Sabina’s cunt. “Listen carefully, bitch,” she hissed, “I will explain the rules once, and only once. For the first hour, we will kiss, eat, and finger each other until my husband calls time. The number of cums does not matter in the slightest. They merely serve to weaken a woman for the real event.”
She paused to let her words sink in, her eyes fixed on Sabina’s lean brown body. Sabina stood with her arms crossed under her small high tits, her shaved cunt glistening under the lights, and she nodded her acceptance.
“The real event,” Susanah continued, “is tribbing. Clit versus clit. No fingers, no tongues, no toys. Just our cunts pressed together, grinding and rubbing, until I will be the first woman to force an orgasm from her opponent. It is that simple and brutal. You will be exhausted from the hour of foreplay, your nerves raw, your cunt oversensitive, and you will be unable to find the strength to grind your clit against mine and will lose”
Susanah smiled, a cold predatory expression that showed her teeth. “I have won one hundred and seventy-two times using these rules. I have had women cum five, six times during the opening hour and still think they had a chance in the tribbing. They were wrong. By the time I pressed my clit against theirs, they were mine.”
She stepped closer to Sabina, her full tits swaying, her long dangling cunt lips gleaming with fresh juices. “Do you understand, or do I need to use smaller words?”
Sabina uncrossed her arms and flexed her pelvic muscles, making her own dark cunt lips twitch and extend. “I understand perfectly, Mrs Walters,” she said, her voice steady. “The hour is just the warm-up. The real fight is cunt to cunt. And I will break you.”
Sabina lunged and caught Susanah off balance, forcing her backwards until her arse hit the wall, luckily the one with no mirrors. Before she could push away, Sabina was on her, crushing her mouth down in a deep, hungry kiss that made my cock stir against my thigh. Their shaved cunts ground together as they wrestled, and the two naked women quickly became slick with sweat.
Susanah forced her hand between Sabina’s legs and grabbed her extended slit lips, twisting them until Sabina gasped. “This is just the start, you cunt,” my wife shouted.
Sabina slapped Susanah’s hand away and drove her fingers into Susanah’s twat. “Oh, I think it will be a long night for you, bitch. Eating my pussy as I suck Bill’s cock after I have won,” she hissed, as her fingers probed deeper into Susanah’s slit.
Their mouths met, then their tongues wrestled as their fingers violated each other’s cunts. Susanah ripped her hand free long enough to pull Sabina’s leg wider, then slid three fingers and went exploring. They continued their standing fingering, but Sabina spun Susanah around so Sabina’s back was now pressed against the wall and she was on the defensive. However, Susanah forced her tongue past Sabina’s and searched for her throat, while her fingers probed beneath the younger woman’s swollen labia.
As Susanah’s strong fingers penetrated Sabina’s labial lips, the Negress staggered slightly,, which allowed Susanah to manoeuvre them until they were in the centre of the platform. They broke their kiss and leaned into each other, chins on shoulders, forming a human tower. As they continued to struggle, they were gradually forced to widen their stance for balance, which also allowed their fingers easier access to each other’s swollen cunts.
Even the strongest cunt lips cannot hold back the insistent probing of fingers for long, and soon I heard wet, sloppy sounds as their cunts accepted the fingers exploring them. Both women were panting and moaning as they staggered on the platform, locked together with their thighs wet from cunt juice.
From the way Sabina’s moans were growing more ragged and high-pitched, I could tell that Susanah was expertly reaming her cunt: sliding her hand between Sabina’s well-lubricated and now yielding labial lips to work over her inner pussy, while her thumb expertly worked the younger woman’s increasingly responsive clit.
Susanah deep-fingered Sabina for ten minutes, and I was amazed by the Negress’s sexual staying power. I knew Sabina’s heart would be pounding wildly, pumping ever more blood into her engorged clit that was controlled by Susanah’s fingers. It became ever wetter and more elastic, opening up further to receive sexual penetration, allowing Susanah to force her fingers in deeper and deeper.
I also heard a tell-tale whining pitch creeping into Sabina’s breathing, and shortly, she screamed and came. Susanah went harder, and Sabina came three more times before the preliminary hour was over. Although Sabina had made Susanah cum once in the hour, it was obvious who had the upper hand.
I settled back in my leather armchair to watch the main event, the tribbing. As I expected, Susanah was confident, leaning back on her arms and opening her legs and flexing her hips upward to present her vulva in full combat mode to Sabina. Her long cunt lips, still swollen from the fingering, glistened with the protective juices she had been secreting since before the contest began, were twitching. Her clitoral hood, which was pushed aside by her clit, became beaded with drops of cunt juice.
Sabina showed she still had some fight in her, lifting her pelvis to show Susanah what she would be going up against. Her longer and thicker cunt lips tjerked as she flexed her pussy muscles, and her clit stood proud, despite the treatment it had received. Up until I saw this, I thought nothing could be bigger than an aroused Susanah’s clit, yet compared together, Sabina’s was bigger.
“Listen carefully, bitch,” Susanah said, “For an orgasm to count as a submission, you have to be fully in control for a count of 10. There are no rounds and no breaks. If you want to give up, you slap the mat three times. But when you do, you have submitted and conceded the match to me. Do you understand?”
Sabina nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Susanah’s cunt. “I understand, Mrs Walters. And I am not slapping anything except your arse when I win.”
Preliminaries over, they shuffled forward until their legs touched, then each woman placed her right leg over her rival’s left and vice versa so that they were entwined, sitting and waiting with their waiting cunts barely a foot apart. I was about to watch some scissor sister action...
“Ready,” I said. At my command, they raised their pelvises toward each other: each knowing that the woman who won the first critical lock-up would often dictate the course of the action and win the match.
“Fight.”
The two women hammered their cunts forward with the speed of striking rattlesnakes. There was a slap as their inner thighs connected and loud gasps from both women as their shaved mounds crushed into each other. Both had purposely angled their vulvas down before impact to protect their clits from being scraped by pelvic bone, and now, keeping their thighs scissored tightly, they began twisting and grinding their cunts together, trying to push aside each other’s cunt lips to reach the protected clit within.
Pink cunt lips contested against dark brown, and the more experienced Susanah quickly extended her inner cunt lips to take control of Sabina’s clit, but Sabina countered by grinding her own thick folds upward, forcing Susanah’s clit out from under its hood and exposing it. They were moaning, guttural sounds of effort and arousal, as they writhed in front of me.
Still keeping their thighs locked together, they attempted to control the other woman’s clit. But I saw that despite Susanah’s kamikaze attack in search of a quick victory, Sabina’s defensive use of her cunt lips had thwarted this. Eventually, both, tired from holding the same position for too long they separated, gasping as some sensitive labial hangings that had become caught and tangled up were stretched and twisted by the separation.
With no initial victory, their cunts reunited. This time Susanah subtly changed her angle of attack, forcing her pelvis beneath Sabina’s and ground upwards, and Sabina again found herself on the defensive as the experienced Susanah worked her inner lips under Sabina’s bulging dark mons, and attacked the soft flesh around the top of her vulva. Using her arms on the mat for support, Susanah forced her pelvis higher so that she could force her cunt lips into her opponent’s pussy
Sabina realised she had no choice but to accept a brutal cunt workover as she pushed back strongly, gradually managing to force Susanah’s pelvis down until her own angle of attack improved and she could grind her own sex lips down on Susanah’s exposed vulva. Susanah howled in rage when she was thwarted and ceased her attack. There was going to be no quick end to this contest.
“Enough of this foreplay,” Susanah snarled, sweat running down between her heaving tits. “Cunt to cunt. Clit to clit. Right now.”
Sabina nodded, her dark eyes burning. “Bring it, old woman.”
Both women reached down and peeled their own cunt lips open with their fingers, exposing the slick pink interiors and the swollen clits within. They edged forward on their arses until their gaping slits came together with a wet slap that sounded like a butcher dropping a steak onto his chopping block. Their labia flattened together and sucked together, creating a vacuum.
Their hips worked tirelessly to rotate their conjoined cunts, and I knew their clits would be emerging from their hoods, searching for each other like two blind worms. When they finally touched, both women threw their heads back and wailed.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!”
“Oh, Lawdy, Lawdy.”
Their clits were at their maximum: swollen bulbs of sex nerve that rubbed and battered against each other as the women scissored. Susanah wrapped her arms around Sabina’s waist and pulled her in tighter, trying to use her body weight to control the sexfight. Sabina resisted, leaning back to keep her pelvis thrust forward, refusing to let Susanah dictate the angle.
Both were leaking sex juice, which oozed down between their legs and onto the mat beneath them. Then I saw it. Susanah’s face changed. Her eyes widened in triumph, and her grip tightened, and I knew she was going to attack. She timed it perfectly, waiting until Sabina’s paused to regather, then slammed her full weight forward. They toppled together, Susanah twisting mid-fall so that she landed on top, her tits crushing down onto Sabina’s smaller ones, but, importantly, with their cunts still locked.
Both women screamed: Susanah in triumph and Sabina in anger at having been outmanoeuvred. Susanah grabbed Sabina’s wrists and pinned them to the rug. Both knew Susanah had prime position. I stood up and moved to the edge of the platform, looking down at the two women shuddering together. Susanah was on top, and she was using her weight to keep the younger woman pinned while she rode and fucked her. It was the classic control position, and I knew the rules as well as they did.
“One,” I called out, my voice steady.
Susanah groaned and ground down harder, her arse cheeks clenching as she worked her cunt against Sabina’s.
“Two. Three.”
Sabina’s eyes were glazed, her head lolling back, her dark skin shining with sweat. Her body jerking in helpless waves.
“Four. Five. Six.”
Susanah shifted her body weight, trying to control Sabina’s thrashing legs. She knew she was almost there. Four more counts and the sexfight would be over with her victorious for the 173rd time.
“Seven. Eight.”
Panic flashed across Sabina’s face. She bucked her hips violently upward, a desperate explosive thrust that broke the suction between their cunts and threw Susanah off balance. Susanah toppled sideways: her grip on Sabina’s wrists broke, and before she could recover, Sabina had scrambled backward across the rug, gasping and trembling, her cunt glistening and gaping, but free.
I lowered my hand. The count had not reached ten.
They lunged at each other and, surprisingly, Sabina was on Susanah first, sealing their mouths together and driving her tongue in. They rolled across the rug, locked up with their tits mashed flat and their cunts already seeking each other out again. At this point I noticed a change as, when Sabina worked her tongue in deeply, Susanah’s body arched, which enabled Sabina’s sex mound to mount Susanah’s and gave her the position for her powerful cunt lips to devour Susanah’s.
Sabina called on her remaining reserves of strength and rode Susanah on the mat. Susanah was prone on her back, mounted by Sabina and trying desperately to twist free as Sabina fought to consolidate the hold. Sabina managed to force an arm under her opponent’s chin to hold her down. She then rocked her hips against Susanah’s, spreading the sex juices around their sealed cunts as she took advantage of her temporary control.
Each time Susanah rammed her hips upward, bucking and twisting in an effort to escape, Sabina responded by pounding back from the stronger position on top. Cunt juice sprayed from their sex caves as she hammered her cunt into Susanah’s. Sensing that Susanah was not fighting as strongly, Sabina went for broke. Her lean buttocks drove forward as she worked to spread my wife’s cunt lips wider, and worked her cunt lips inside Susanah’s.
Increasingly confident, Sabina rotated her hips to stretch Susanah’s pussy lips wider. Then Sabina heard Susanah give a sharp stifled cry that was unlike anything she had heard before. It was the sound of fear. Next she felt something incredible happening. Her cunt lips were in control, and she hissed in triumph. “Yesss. Oh fuck, yessss.”
For Susanah, perhaps the cruellest shock of all came with the sudden realisation that, while her own cunt lips were now straining at full stretch, her opponent’s had not reached their maximum. Although she tried hard, she could not stifle a moan as her brain took in the full significance of what she could feel was starting to happen in their battle.
Sabina’s dangling lips pushed forward and simply engulfed Susanah’s, pushing them aside like curtains being drawn open until Susanah’s labia were forced outward and pinned flat against her inner thighs, unable to close or counter-attack. For the first time in one hundred and seventy-three fights, Susanah’s cunt lips were neutralised and rendered useless as weapons by another woman.
But worse was to come. Inside the sealed vacuum Sabina’s cunt had created, Sabina began to work her inner cunt muscles. She squeezed her cunt walls in slow rhythmic contractions, creating a pulsing suction that pulled and tugged at Susanah’s clit. The blonde gasped and thrashed, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt her arousal building. Then, with a deliberate flex, Sabina’s inner muscles tightened and drew Susanah’s clit completely out from under its hood, pulling the pink nub into the open where it was vulnerable and unprotected.
“Feel that, Mrs Walters?” Sabina hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. “My cunt is sucking your clit out. I am pulling it from its hiding place so I can crush it.”
Susanah sobbed and tried to twist away, but Sabina had her pinned. She adjusted her hips and brought her own massive clit into direct contact with Susanah’s suction-exposed shaft. Sabina’s sex bud was bigger, harder, and more powerful, and she began to rake it across Susanah’s sensitive tip with deliberate side-to-side strokes, scraping and battering Susanah’s sex bud.
“Look at you,” Sabina boasted, grinding down harder. “One hundred and seventy-two wins and your clit is naked and helpless against mine. My lips have broken yours, and now my clit is going to fuck yours until you scream your submission. You thought you were the queen? You are just a white bitch whose cunt I am destroying.”
To give her credit, Susanah fought back, sending her clit into battle in the same way generals sent WW1 British troops over the top to face German machine guns. The result was the same: annihilation.
Sabina squeezed rhythmically, forcing Susanah’s cunt-lips outward, exposing more of Susanah’s vulnerable clit to her attack. There was no escape route. As her cunt was controlled and her clit raked Susanah’s unresisting clit, Susanah’s panting morphed into plaintive, keening cries, I was left in no doubt that Sabina would win. Sweat poured from her triumphant face, running in rivulets down her small high tits as she worked over Susanah’s clit.
The end came when Susanah abruptly flung her head back, her mouth forming a huge O as her pussy contracted powerfully and her back wrenched off the mat. Then she screamed, shrill and broken, as her cunt exploded from deep inside its core. Still riding her writhing rival’s trapped pussy as it shot its load of cum deep inside her, Sabina threw her head back, cupped one firm breast in her hand and screamed with triumph, knowing that the wealthy white sexfighting queen had been beaten by her cunt.
It took fully twenty seconds for Susanah’s orgasm to subside, but as she started coming down from it, she found Sabina had already peeled their sticky cunts apart and was kneeling heavily on her shoulders, pinning her in the same supine and submissive position that Susanah had used on her defeated Black opponents. Susanah stared up into the maw of Sabina’s victorious cunt suspended over her face, with the cum, the losing cum she had injected into it, dripping onto her face. She knew what she was now required to do: it was what the rules dictated.
Susanah flinched as Sabina eased herself down onto her face, before reluctantly she extended her tongue and began licking the wet cunt of the victor, lapping up the remains of her defeat: her cum. As Sabina moaned and shifted her weight slightly, Susanah began circling the thick, dangling cunt lips that had just defeated her own with her tongue, before finally turning her attention to the base of the other woman’s massive clitoral shaft.
Sabina ground down harder, smearing her victory across Susanah’s chin and nose. “That is right, loser,” she panted. “Lick the cunt that broke you. Get your tongue deep in the slit that ended your one hundred and seventy-two straight wins. Taste a real woman’s cunt.”
I stroked my cock and watched from my chair, but I knew I had my traditional part to play in this, and Sabina howled as I took her arse doggy style as Susanah ate her orgasming cunt. I can say that Sabina was very energetic in taking me in front of Susanah as often as she could that night and next day.
Susanah did not accept defeat lightly. She possessed the resilience of a cockroach in a biscuit tin, and she had the same nasty attitude. After I spent my load in Sabina’s cunt and pulled my cock free, signalling her 24 hours of ownership of me in front of Susanah had ended, Susanah rose from the rug with a look of hatred in her blue eyes that I had seen before in Japan when I gave her the Filipina maid her husband had been fucking.
“I invoke the rematch clause,” she hissed at Sabrina. “Article four of the sexfight contract you signed gives me the right to a rematch with altered conditions. When I win that, we fight for the big one. Tonight, we will use the antique Japanese dongs my husband acquired in Tokyo.”
Sabina sat up and grinned with white teeth. “You want to fight me with toys, old woman? Fine by me. I will break you again, and you will have no outs left, except out the door.”
Susanah turned on her with a glare cold enough to freeze whisky. “They are not just toys, you ignorant bitch. They are proper duelling implements. Ivory shafts from India handcrafted in the Edo period in Japan. They are an exact cock replica, veined, with a massive cockhead, a full shaku in length, and fitted into harnesses of Kofu deerskin tanned so soft it feels like a virgin’s inner thigh. I will use them to break you.”
I undid the lacquered black box with its gold cherry blossom inlay. Each was a little over twelve inches of creamy ivory that gradually thickened toward the middle before tapering to a fist-sized crown. The ribbing was not crude grooves but delicate spiralling ridges carved by hand, winding around the shaft like the threads on a rifle shell, designed to arouse clits with every in and out movement. The harnesses were masterpieces of leatherwork, the deerskin dyed a deep burgundy and cut to ride low on the hips, with twin straps which allowed access to cunt or arse. A carved jade knot at the base pressed against the wearer’s clit, translating every movement into friction against the user’s cunt, and this making the contest more difficult to win.
Susanah looked at Sabina with pure murder in her eyes. “Tonight, bitch,. I am going to ride you until you beg for mercy on the ivory shaft. And when I am done, I will take you in the next contest.”
The next night, in the same room as her defeat, Susanah opened the antique, black box and stroked the inanimate, ivory replica dongs. “This is what we will use,” she hissed.
I settled deeper into the leather armchair and poured another finger of bourbon, because this was shaping up to be better than a Friday night at the Melbourne Tivoli. The two women stood naked before me on the mat, the mirrors catching their reflections from three angles.
Susanah went first, lifting the first harness from the black lacquered box, its burgundy deerskin unfolding like a lotus bud opening. She stepped into the twin loops and slid the straps up her slim thighs until the leather settled low on her hips. She reached behind herself and pulled the twin deerskin straps tight between her arse cheeks, buckling them around her waist with a sharp tug. The carved jade knot on the top pressed against her shaved mons, and she adjusted it with two fingers until it nestled against her.
She reached for the ivory shaft and fitted it into the brass mount at the harness front. The creamy pole slid home with a click that sounded final as a coffin lid, and Susanah now wore a cock that would have made a stallion jealous. The spiralling ridges caught the light as she turned, and the fist-sized crown bobbed heavily before her, a weapon of destruction jutting from her cunt. She flexed her hips experimentally, and the shaft responded,
“Twelve inches of Edo-period craftsmanship,” she boasted, wrapping her fingers around the ribbed girth and stroking it slowly. “My ancestors had female slaves who would have killed for a cock this big. Now I am going to use it to plough a field nigger’s cunt until she screams for her mammy.”
Sabina laughed, a low throaty rumble that started in her chest and rolled out like thunder. “You talk too much, Mrs Walters. Let me show you how a real woman wears her cock.” She snatched up the second harness and attached it, finishing by grinding the knot into her mons with the heel of her hand, her teeth baring in a snarl of pleasure. “There,” she said, “Seated proper.”
I leant forward and handed her the second ivory pole from the box. It was heavier than it looked, and the spiralling ridges felt like they could catch and tear at tender flesh with every stroke. Sabina took it without thanks and rammed it into the mount with a brutal thrust that made the leather harness creak. The shaft locked into place, and suddenly she too wore a cock, with her brown hips framing pale ivory, in a contrast that was obscene, yet magnificent. She slapped the shaft against her palm. “Feels good,” she said, her eyes narrowing.
“Camellia oil,” Susanah snapped at me, holding out her hand. “You promised neutral oil, Bill. I want these shafts slick as a greased pig at a county fair.”
I retrieved the small ceramic bottle from the side table and unscrewed the stopper. The oil smelled clean and faintly floral, and wouldn’t burn or irritate. It was just a smooth coating to let the ivory slide deep without tearing. I approached Susanah first, pouring a thin stream over her shaft, then working the oil into the spiralling ridges with slow strokes, feeling the ivory warm beneath my fingers as the lubricant filled every groove until the shaft gleamed like a polished bone.
I moved to Sabina and repeated the process, pouring the oil over her ivory cock and massaging it into the ridges. “Get it good and slick, Colonel,” she panted. “I want this thing dripping when I ram it through her lily-white cunt lips.”
I stepped back with a cock that was hard enough to hammer nails. The two women faced each other across the rug, each now armed with a twelve-inch ivory shaft that jutted from their shaved cunts., their hatred and a need to win. They circled each other with the ivory shafts bobbing and swaying with every step. The wall mirrors caught the reflection of two women transformed into hermaphroditic warriors by Japanese craftsmanship from multiple angles.
I had seen strange sights in my time, from Kempeitai torture rooms in Tokyo to MPs selling army blankets back to the quartermaster in Brisbane, but two naked women wearing Japanese antique dildos and trying to fuck each other with them was a new one in personal entertainment.
Susanah moved first and same in low with her full tits swinging like sandbags in a gale. Sabina lunged to meet her, her lean brown body coiled and ready, but Susanah had been bluffing. Instead of clashing frontally, the blonde dropped her shoulder at the last second and drove hard into Sabina’s midriff, then wrapped her arms around Sabina’s waist and forced her back.
Sabina’s response was too weak, and Susanah slammed her against the mirrored wall. The impact left her stunned, but worse was to come as Susanah sank her manicured claws into Sabina’s belly and, shimmying her hips, brought the big ivory shaft up in a single fluid motion, skewering Sabina between her open thighs. The dildo head disappeared into Sabina’s shaved pussy, and she groaned as Susanah thrust upwards until half of the big dong had vanished inside her cunt.
“Nooo,” Sabina wailed, but Susanah had her trapped against the wall, and rammed the dildo deeper inside her with another powerful thrust of her thighs. She screamed with delight as Sabina squirmed against her, teetering up on her toes as she struggled to avoid full penetration. Before Susanah could drive the shaft home to the hilt, Sabina clasped her arms around Susanah’s neck and pushed back off the wall, and jumped to wrap her long, lean legs around the waist of the surprised blonde.