Blowing Off Steam

[BlackAkuma]

Wendy had to be careful, here. Not because of Fumi, mind you. She still wasn’t taking the woman seriously, and probably never would. She had her outweighed by, oh, sixty or so pounds, and she was pretty certain she could’ve rag-dolled her from one end of the room to the other if the need arose. At this point, her dominance was thoroughly established, so there was no need to bring the hammer down unless Fumi got too rowdy. Right now? They were at the sweet spot.

Wendy worked her way down to Fumi’s chest, chuckling as her captive spoke. She reached up and pressed her hand over the woman’s mouth, muffling her for a moment before she could speak again. ”I’m not an asker. I’m a taker.”

Speaking of which, she had a mind to take what she saw before her, admiring Fumi’s wide open chest. But as the woman’s hand kept pushing her downward, she was starting to get wilder ideas, seeing how she could take this up faster than she had anticipated. It was, admittedly, something of a detour from her original plans, but hey - it was working, and it was fun. She wasn’t about to complain.

Wendy took a moment to give Fumi’s breasts the proper attention, running her tongue through the valley of her cleavage,, before she continued down, bringing her attention to the woman’s tight abs. She pushed Fumi further up on the table, laying her across it, while her tongue dipped into the bellybutton.

”Now, it looked like you were kind of nudging me down here a second ago.” She brought her tongue lower and lower, inch by inch, gradually working her head between the Fumi’s legs. Close, but so far. ”Maybe you want a little something, too, huh? Any ideas?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Moving from the chair to the table was actually a bit more comfortable, as even if it was a harder surface, Fumi was now laid all the way out, and no longer had Wendy's heavyweight frame on her lap weighing her down, instead now only pinned down by a light touch! And yet somehow, for some reason, Fumi's body felt more weighed down than before. Her legs were heavy, arms heavy, and as Wendy loomed over her, gently running her lips down Fumi's body towards her neck, and then her chest, the lightweight was shocked at just how powerless to stop it she felt. Or maybe, she wanted to feel? It was a bizarre circumstance, and as Wendy continued to move downwards, the feelings only got more conflicting, a tongue running between Fumi's tits, followed by kisses on her stomach, and yet another tease as Wendy reached her belly button.

Fumi had been telling herself that the moment she got low enough, she'd snap her up into a headscissor, and yet as she pushed Wendy's head lower, she didn't find her legs moving at all, other than the slight amount they needed to rub together! It was humiliating, she had been battered with a chair and tossed over a table, so why wasn't she more willing to fight back? This had to stop!

Fumi would let out another groan, and her legs would shift up, wrapping around Wendy's head, getting her in perfect position for a headscissor, before... nothing. No squeeze, no danger to Wendy, just holding her head in place. And at her words, Fumi looked up, catching her eyes for just a moment.

"I thought... you weren't... an asker?" It was a simple reply, breathed through heavy pants, but given what Wendy had said a moment prior, the meaning was abundantly clear. Whatever Wendy wanted, whatever she was thinking... she'd need to take it.

[BlackAkuma]

Despite popular opinion, Wendy wasn’t stupid—at least, not so stupid that she didn’t realize Fumi's situation. They’d slowed down the pace, but the dynamic hadn't changed. She was still trapped in this room; if she made a break for it, she’d get shut down quickly. Yeah, she was enjoying things now, but that would only go so far as the Backstage Bully allowed. She wasn’t in control.

As such, putting her head between her legs was a risky proposition. It could’ve blown up in her face in many ways, but only a couple of them were pleasant. But Wendy banked on her ability to please another woman to keep Fumi under control, going for the carrot instead of the stick, and it worked.

For now.

There was a second where she thought Fumi might try a headscissor, and she was ready to powerbomb her through the table if necessary, but that was not the case. No, the worst thing she got from the wolfess - or was that supposed to be a fox? - was a little bit of lip, and she responded to that with a sharp slap on her backside, just enough to sting. ”Smartass bitch.” A little mirthful, a little serious, toeing the line.

She did have a point, though - Wendy wasn’t here to take requests. She knew what she wanted, and she was in a prime position to take it. What was she waiting for?

She pulled Fumi’s trunks down, exposing the fresh prize underneath, and let her tongue go to work. Not too much at first, nothing to crazy, just a long, lustful lick down the middle, trying to gauge her captive’s reaction and see where to go from there. No sense in rushing things, they had all the time in the world.

[ADarlingDucky]

The lower that Wendy got, the more confusing that her feelings became, and yet somehow, as the southerner finally had her head directly between Fumi's legs, she seemed to be struck by a sudden clarity, a surprising one at that, of her situation. Wendy had attacked her, battered her, demanded she capitulate to her desires, and yet... she seemed prepped and ready to eat Fumi out. A decidedly submissive form of sex from a woman who had been nothing but dominating in all aspects of her encounter with the fox so far. It was a bit odd of course, but perhaps it was for that reason that when Wendy finally got low enough, Fumi's legs came to either side of her head but didn't opt to squeeze, and when Wendy questioned her on what she should do next, Fumi even responded with something that could be considered a playful jab! Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it wasn't going so bad for the fox right now.

Wendy's sharp slap to her ass in response caused the lightweight to give a cute little yelp out into the open air, but other than causing her legs to twitch atop the heavyweight's shoulders, it didn't inspire much more of a reaction. Perhaps it was because Wendy had grabbed on to Fumi's bottoms, and there was a moment of anticipation that left her quiet, before her trunks were yanked down her legs, and exposed her sex to the southerner. A rush of cold air hit a part of her body that was normally covered, leaving Fumi to wait on Wendy.

And Wendy did not disappoint.

"Oooooh..." A long, low moan came from Fumi as Wendy's tongue ran a slow and deliberate line along her womanhood, the fox's back arching on the table as her body reacted on it's own. Perhaps the making out had gotten her more in the mood than she thought, or perhaps she just hadn't had a good fuckin a while. Either way, perhaps that could be fixed now.

"Well... is that all you have for me?" Fumi's voice had taken on a huskier tone now, as she looked down the length of her body at Wendy, her hands gripping the woman's head lightly, holding on with wisps of white hair between her fingers, waiting to be devoured by the hungry woman below her.

[BlackAkuma]

It was funny how things worked out, sometimes. Wendy had just been thinking the other week about doing something about her dry spell - she’d gone way, way too long without a good fuck since she came over to Japan, still too green with the language to get much of anywhere with anyone she cared to try for. She’d even contemplated trying that silly little wrestling dating app, but that seemed a little too desperate. That was part of the reason she needed to blow off steam in the first place - if she couldn't get her kicks one way, she had to do it another.

This, though? It hadn't been what she planned when she jumped Fumi, but that looking more and more like a good thing. Most women would be squealing and twisting around and calling for help as Wendy had her way with them, but the fact that Ms. Foxy was into it was kind of doing it for her. Seemed like she lucked up and found a fellow freak. Nasty.

Judging by the way Fumi was reacting, she was going through a dry spell, too. Maybe it was fate that they wound like this. Maybe God was more down with kink than people thought.

Either way, she took her little taunt as a challenge, flashed a wild grin, and dove in harder than before, skipping the foreplay and going straight to the main event. Her tongue fluttered about Fumi’s lips like the wings of a butterfly, battering from one side to the next, before she dove, found the sweet nub, and suckled away on it, letting her teeth tease the raw skin as she pressed in. She moaned, a rumbling noise, as she pressed her hands into Fumi’s cheeks and dug in deep with her fingernails, keeping her still while she plunged as deep as she could go.

[ADarlingDucky]

Fumi's night had taken not one, but two massively unexpected turns, as she had first been attacked out of nowhere and beaten down by a larger woman, and now the second one saw that very same woman crouched down between her legs, hungrily yanking down Fumi's trunks. Fumi might have been a bit more able to speculate on just how odd it was, were she not waiting for Wendy make her move, with some light chiding from the fox getting her a slap on the ass, but it did seem to move Wendy along! The long, lustful lick down the length of Fumi's pussy would let some of the tension finally be relieved, but Wendy seemed to still be taking it slow, and so lifting her head just a little, Fumi offered her a few words of inspiration.

And thankfully, they sure seemed to speed along the big southern belle!

"Oh my god!" Fumi's voice rose an octave or two as Wendy dove in between her legs, and began to devour her pussy, hungrily using lips, teeth, and tongue to drive Fumi utterly wild with pleasure. The lightweight's back arched, her legs twitched this way and that, hooking around the back of Wendy's head now, but still, there was no real strength behind them, instead only the silent message that Fumi didn't want her stopping now that she had started. Not that it seemed like she was anywhere close to doing that.

"Yes! Oh YES!" It was perhaps not the most composed thing in the word, but Fumi hadn't expected to find someone so good at kissing, and even better at eating pussy. She didn't expect to be moaning like a whore either, and yet here she was, doing exactly that. Passersby outside be damned, Fumi's hips pushed up into Wendy's face as she gripped her head tighter, the heavyweight pushing her further and further with every skilled movement of her mouth, as the fox continued to sing for the heavyweight between her legs!

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, good, Fumi was a moaner. Wendy loved it when her lovers made a lot of noise. The ones that tried to hold back and made little whimpers? They were much less fun and took too much effort to get anything out of. Wendy didn’t mind being on top, hell, she preferred it most of the time, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do all the work. Fucking someone who stayed quiet was like going at it with a doll. No fun at all.

That being said, there were other considerations here, like that she really, really didn’t want someone stumbling by and ruining the fun. So, she would have to take some steps.

Wendy brought one hand away from Fumi’s lovely ass and pushed her way forward as she stood, staying in a position to keep up her work, but forcing Fumi to fold up. She brought her hand to the woman’s mouth, covering it up and muffling her for a moment. She kept it there for a few seconds, just long enough for her to get the message before she slid that hand down and found a much more exciting target underneath Fumi’s top.

Her fingers slipped underneath the generous window, found a supple breast to slip around, and went to work right away, massaging it, kneading, rubbing the nipple through her fingers—a slow, intense, steady massage, giving the little vixen even more pleasure to salivate over.

She was going to pop soon, no question about it, and Wendy’s efforts reached a fever pitch as she pushed her further to the edge, driving harder, going deeper, moving faster and faster and faster, until…

[ADarlingDucky]

Wendy was nothing if not aggressive, as from the very first second that she had opened up and truly began to eat Fumi out, the southerner had not taken even the time to breathe, as she hungrily devoured the fox as if she was the last meal she'd ever be allowed! Fumi, for her part, didn't have to do much of the work at all, as she was left moanin on the table as Wendy slowly pushed her lower body upwards, rolling her up with a push on her behind, all before she would slip her hand down and covered the fox's mouth. It seemed that Wendy didn't want too much noise being made, lest someone discover what they were doing! Fumi didn't care that much, but it was hard to keep a lid on it when Wendy slipped her hand away, down to her chest!

"I... oh fuck! Oh!" Even more moans, as if she hadn't been shushed only a moment prior, came from the lightweight as Wendy teased Fumi's chest, but it was the tireless work From Wendy's mouth that was pushing her more and more to the edge! Wendy knew it too, and as Fumi's moans pitched upwards, the white haired woman worked faster and faster, all as Fumi was driven to a powerful climax!

"Oh fuck! YES! FUUUUUCK!" It was no longer a moan but a scream, and Fumi's legs for the first time tightened around Wendy's head, unable to stop them from tensing as her body shook and her hips bucked upwards, overcome with the force of such a monstrous orgasm! Fumi gripped Wendy's head hard, and pulled her close in order to maximize the pleasure, keeping her foe smothered intimately against her pussy as she covered in the fruits of her labor, her climax lasting for a few blissful moments before her body finally, slowly, started to relax!

"Aahh... ahh... holy... fuck..." Fumi's body finally managed to relax, and all at once, the grip she had on Wendy, both her legs and hands, would completely evaporate, and she'd fall back flush against the table, chest rising and falling heavily! She was a mess, and yet she felt absolutely wonderful, having perhaps one of the weirdest fucks she'd ever had in her life, one that had seemed to fulfill her in ways that even she couldn't comprehend!

[BlackAkuma]

While Wendy kept her hand on Fumi’s mouth to keep her quiet, they were honestly at the point where she wouldn’t have cared too much if someone had burst in. Hell, she’d never been a prude, and while she was super into doing hentai matches, it wasn’t like she had problems with public exposure. Let them watch, enjoy the show. She sure as fuck was.

As she picked up the pace, she rapidly pushed Fumi to the edge and brought the beast out of the woman, driving her insane with pleasure. She gritted her teeth as those slim thighs tightened around her head, showing far more strength than she would’ve expected out of the little lady. Her mouth was shoved deep into her pussy, practically engulfing her face, giving her a faceful and a mouthful and a throatful when the woman finally popped. The dam burst all at once, and Fumi had a wild, raucous orgasm, rumbling about as if electricity was running through her body. She tensed up, turned to stone, then melted away all once, going slack on the table as all the energy left her body and her juices stained the mahogany. Utterly spent. Satisfied. Finished.

At least, one of them was.

Wendy gave Fumi one last lick, savoring the taste, before she unwound Fumi’s legs and stepped back. She reached down, undid the laces on her shoes, and slipped out of them and her socks, leaving her barefoot. Her hot pants came off next, peeled off and flung a few feet away. She wanted as much skin contact as possible for what came next, and the electric blue thong she wore was perfect for the job.

With a dark, knowing smirk, Wendy crawled up onto the table beside Fumi, swung her leg over the woman’s face, and kept her ass hovering just inches above her mouth, close enough for the smaller woman to feel the heat of her flesh. She faced towards her captive’s feat, teasing a reverse facesit, but she didn’t settle just yet.

”One good turn deserves another, right?” Wendy reached between her legs and tugged her thong to the side, giving Fumi a perfect view of her own shaven sex, ready to receive the same treatment. ”Think you can give me as good as I gave you?”

[ADarlingDucky]

Once Fumi's shaking and shuddering had finally subsided, the fox's entire body seemed to relax all at once, and she completely flopped limp to the table, Wendy slowly letting her legs down after giving her sex one more last, long lick, before retreating. Fumi wasn't fully aware of where Wendy had gone or what she was doing, only focused on the blissful relaxation that her body achieved after such an intense climax, and so she was in the dark as the southerner stripped off first her boots and then her socks, before moving on to larger articles. By the time that she had stripped off everything below her waist except for a tiny thong, Fumi was slowly coming back to her senses, lifting her head just a tad, in time to see Wendy mount the table.

A shadow passed overhead, cast by Wendy's thick thigh swinging over Fumi's face, and then, all at once, she was met with nothing but a sea of ass. Two massive cheeks, easily filling up her vision, suddenly hovered directly over her face, as Wendy positioned herself above the lightweight. And as much as she hated to admit it, Fumi felt a slight sense of intimidation in addition to the severe horniness that seemed to be plaguing her. Wendy's bright blue thong disappeared into her massive ass, only barely showing as it covered her sex, and with one swift tug to the side, it was no longer doing that either!

"Oh... oh my god." It was a statement that conveyed nothing but sheer awe as she stared up at the massive cheeks that threatened to swallow her face whole, but Fumi snapped out of it when she realized that she was being posed a question. One that told her that she better get prepared for those cheeks quickly.

"What do you think... that I can't give what I get?" Fumi snarked back, perhaps not the wisest course of action, but the situation was plenty clear to her, whether or not Wendy said it out loud. She'd need to give back what she got as asked of her, or she'd not be making it out of this particular position while still conscious. And so knowing what was coming next, she braced herself, grabbing hold of Wendy's hips and preparing for the heavyweight to touch down on her face!