Part V

Discussions were swift because discussing meant talking and talking meant they weren't fucking. Though, that wasn't exactly true, they couldn't help but get hot and bothered while talking about exactly how they would fuck each other to determine the fate of keeping the master key secret. Within just a couple of sentences, they hugged their naked bodies tight, and interrupted each other multiple times to kiss, do some tongue play, or moan in pleasurable agony while one woman's lips assaulted the other woman's hot, bare skin.

Their "discussions" led to the logical conclusion. Tightly embraced, one woman on top of the other, cunt deep into each other, and grinding their way to orgasmic bliss while they refused to break eye contact. Only after their bodies had finally relaxed, after they rolled off of each other and lay on bed staring at the ceiling in their post-orgasmic state, could they finally agree.

Best of three contest, first to cum loses. The first round would be a tit 69. Queen insisted on a 69 contest. Vicky proposed a titfight, and it took them quite some time to come up with the compromise. The second would involve finger-banging contest, but not simultaneously. Instead, they would take turns, both lying on their backs, one on top of the other, and let the woman on bottom have full access to the one on top. When Queen asked how they could possibly know who came the fastest, Vicky answered that the room had an extensive camera setup and viewing room. They could use the video and timestamps to identify who lasted the longest.

Finally, the last round, which neither woman thought would be necessary because they were confident they would win the first two rounds, was a traditional tribbing contest.

"Enough talking, bitch", sneered Queen, as if Vicky was the only one who had spoken during their negotiations, "get on your back and let's eat."

The thought of imminently locking up with Queen's tits again was more than enough for Vicky to shake off the insult. With a predatory grin, she lay back and spread her legs invitingly, so Queen could get a nice, good look at her pink, glossy, quivering pussy. The black-haired woman couldn't help but stare at the potential meal for a long time and seriously contemplated giving in to temptation and diving in and give the cunt an eating of a lifetime. However, she asserted her willpower, got down on all fours, and crawled.

The sight of the beautiful caramel-skinned goddess, on all fours, crawling with the right amount of jiggle, and the tits hanging down like cannonballs was something that practically made Vicky drool. God, she wished this cunt would hurry up already!

But, why wait? As, Queen moved, closer to position, Vicky held her hand out and let her fingertips graze lightly on to Queen's taut skin. Queen yelped at the sudden contact but did nothing to brush it off. Why should she? She loved it. If anything, she subtly shifted her body closer to let Vicky's hand press even harder.

The brunette happily obliged. She let her hand graze downward until it became full of the most firm, and awe-inspiring, titmeat. It felt so good in her hands and when the hard nipple scraped against her palm, she almost creamed. Both women openly moaned in pleasure as Queen continued her interminable crawl.

Reluctantly, Vicky let go of Queen's tit and after that had to satisfy herself with light touches on Vicky's torso, thighs and ass. She wanted so badly to slip a finger in or around Queen's cunt but the angle just wasn't there.

The crawl finally ended with Queen and Vicky staring eye to eye, their heads pointed at each other's feet. Lustful smiles filled their faces as they got tired of wasting time. Queen lowered her head and shifted her position slightly to place a small kiss on Vicky's forehead.

She moved further and furtively placed her lips on Vicky's eyes and nose, each of which were returned, before lips met lips and within seconds they were deep into a hot and sensual upside down kiss. The two women moaned into each other's mouths as their noses rubbed against the other woman's chin.

Sensing that her hands were mere centimeters from Vicky's red-hot skin, an evil idea came to Queen's mind. She subtly shifted her hands until they started to slide up and down the sides of Vicky's toned torso. Every time her hands came back down, Queen moved them a bit higher and, without Vicky realizing it until it was too late, now had two handfuls of glorious titflesh to massage and mold as she saw fit.

Vicky groaned in pleasure and frustration and gamely tried to reciprocate by grabbing her own hold of Queen's tits, but from her vantage point, she couldn't keep a good hold. She squirmed while Queen had her way with her tits until she finally broke the kiss that resulted in a spray of spit.

"Hey!", she exclaimed angrily, "that's not fair!"

Queen didn't even bother to respond. She launched forward, lips open and tongue out. A heat-seeking missile with one target.

"FUUU...", Vicky's groan of lust at Queen's sudden and devastating attack was immediately swallowed up the mountain of awesome tit that filled her mouth. As soon as the nipple scraped past her lips, her tongue lashed out to bathe it in her wetness and her mouth clamped down as much titmeat as possible.

With the battle now on, both women gleefully licked, kissed, sucked, and bit every square inch of hard, taut flesh. They teased nipples by sucking on them as hard as possible causing the other woman to scream in agony when the lips backed off. Kisses at the base of the tit created apprehension as they moved closer and closer to the mountaintop, only for them to retreat down to the valley and climb up toward the opposite peak.

Prodigious amounts of precum leaked out of Queen and Vicky's pussy and nipples. Vicky happily lapped up whatever came out of Queen's nipples. She knew that Queen was close to cumming and redoubled her efforts.

Queen moaned at the sudden surge of oral activity. She couldn't remember the last time her tits felt so huge that it was like they would explode at any second. As much as her mind strained to deny her body the release it so badly wanted, she decided to focus on an attack strategy that had occurred to her when the first drops of precum touched her tongue. The strategy required patience and mental strength, but if successful, would guarantee her victory.

She extended the tip of her tongue to collect the precum and took care to not have any touch her lips for fear of swallowing it. That was not an easy task because Vicky's cum was delicious and her body seemed to crave its taste. With enough cum accumulated, she lovingly wrapped it around the base of Vicky's incredibly stiff peak. She coated each millimeter of the nipple with precum and began to deliberately lick, with a start from the base to the very tip.

Below her, she could feel Vicky's body tremble as the brunette understood what was being done to her. With the nipple fully coated, Queen parted her lips slightly and held them open to let her warm breath wash over and caress the damp nipple.

"Oh god.....", Vicky moaned as she broke contact for the first time in the tit 69. Her head lolled back momentarily before she rallied herself and raised her head up to get back in the fight.

But then she felt Queen's luscious lips wrap around her nipple and begin to suck.

Vicky slammed her head back against the bed and screamed "FUCK!!" repeatedly while her body writhed in agony. She tried to wriggle, roll, or any other method she could think of to escape but Queen's lips stayed attached and within seconds, the brunette was past the point of no return.

Her eyes opened wide in horror.

"NO! NO! NOOOOOO!!!!", she screamed in pleasure and agony as her body finally gave in and let loose bursts of cum that had spent a relative eternity waiting to escape.

Queen exulted in her victory and kept her lips glued to Vicky's nipple determined to drain the brunette bitch of every last drop of cum. She brought her fingers up to Vicky's other nipple and began to massage and twist the hard peak which set off another chain of orgasms from the defeated brunette.

One the first rush of orgasms cleared, so did Vicky's mind, and she immediately rose her head and hands up to feast anew on Queen's tits.

The African beauty raised her head and looked to the ceiling for relief, guidance, answers, anything, as she felt her tits explode and pump rivers of cum that she didn't think could possibly exist inside of her.

The two beauties licked, sucked, ate, and fondled each other's tits to the best of their abilities to drain their opponent as much as possible. After who knows how long, their bodies finally had enough and shut down the feeding frenzy at just about the same time. Queen did manage to roll off of Vicky before she slipped into a well-deserved sleep and thus avoid the risk of either of them being suffocated by a giant tit.

About 30 minutes later, Queen's eyes fluttered awake and, once again, she looked out of the window. Dusk was gone and had now been replaced by the deep darkness of night. A clock wasn't available, but Queen ventured it must've been 10 or 11 o'clock at night, which means she had been at Vicky's house for almost 12 hours with at least 9 or 10 of them mostly spent on fucking.

Behind her, she felt Vicky stir. She turned around and sat with her ass on her heels so not only would they stare at each other eye to eye, but with Queen towering over a prone Vicky to solidify who was the better woman between them.

Faces hardened with anger, determination and lust, the two of them stared at each other engaged in an nonverbal contest of will.

"First blood to me, cunt", Queen taunted, "why not just save us all a lot of trouble and give me the master key now? Then I'll be free to fuck your brains out for as long as you can stand."

A tempting offer, Vicky had to admit to herself, but one that was easy to reject. Queen had won the first round, sure, but there were still two more to go, and Vicky was certain of her victory.

"Don't get too cocky, bitch", the brunette retorted. "That was just the first round!"

Queen was elated at the response. There was simply nothing like fucking to win all while getting to serve her country!

"Then, it's time for the next round. And, since I won, I get to choose who goes first."

The gorgeous spy thought for a second on how she wanted to approach this next contest. Honestly, because they wouldn't know the winner until they saw the timestamps in the viewing room, there was no advantage of going first or second, she reasoned. So, she decided to listen to her body. When she did, she couldn't get the images of her hands, filled with Vicky's tits, their legs twined together, while the brunette cunt thrust her body into the air as she came over and over again while, beneath her, Queen's lips nibbled on her neck, shoulders, and cheek.

Decision made, Queen sneered at the prone brunette. "Get up, you're going first, and I'm going to make you scream like a whore."

Vicky decided not to offer a retort and instead just stared stonily at Queen until the gorgeous, caramel-skinned, goddess lay on the bed. The brunette's eyes did glaze a little as she say the fantastic breasts loll back and the spy's eyes pierce her with a "come fuck me look". She was almost in a hypnotic state when Queen's slender arm reached out and a single, long finger beckoned Vicky to join.

Well, who was Vicky, or anyone, to say no?

Vicky dipped her shoulder, did a slight turn, and within seconds felt the absolutely wonderful sensation of Queen's massive breasts crushed against her back, her rock hard nipples scrape against her taut flesh, and calves intertwined together. Vicky's world went black as she shut her eyes when Queen's hands closed like a vise on her tits and vigorously massaged them. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be held at the complete whim of another woman.

Already moaning, those sounds escalated to groans when one of Queen's hands slid down and, after a quick tease of Vicky's pussy lips, plunged two, then three, fingers and began to furiously pump.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK!", Vicky screamed again and again, as she could feel Queen's lips enter the fray and softly kiss or nibble on the many sensitive spots that lined her neck, collarbone, and other parts of her face.

Vicky tried to control herself, but it was no use. Queen had coated her clit with her own cunt juices and now both hands were down there. One ceaselessly pumping in and out of her cunt and the other mercilessly rubbing and pulling on her clit.

The brunette began to see stars inside of her eyelids when she felt the African beauty's lips hover over her ears, the warm breath washing over her ear canal, and heard seductive whispers of all the things Queen wanted to do to her, and all the things she wanted Vicky to do to her. Finally, Queen gave a gentle blow into Vicky's ear.

And that did it.

Vicky's eyes went wide with horror and she screamed at the top of her lungs, "FUUUUUCK!!!! I'M CUMMMINNGG!!!! FUUUUCKKK!!!!"

She screamed over and over as loads of cum pumped out of her. She screamed so loudly that she could barely hear Queen's own screams of passion. Her brain was so fried, she had no idea that her muscled ass had lodged itself deep into Queen's cunt and rubbed against Queen's clit enough to make her tormentor come in her own series of explosions.

As the two of them let their orgasms run their course, Vicky turned her head as far as she could so she and Queen could kiss or twirl their tongues together. When spent, Vicky was finally able to turn completely as Queen released her hold and the two women kissed each other long and hard.

Vicky broke the kiss with a spray of spit before brusquely rolling Queen over and rotating the beautiful spy until their positions were now the reverse from where they had started.

"My turn now, bitch", Vicky taunted into the dark-haired woman's ear.

Queen almost squealed in delight as she felt the warm, soft lips basically glue themselves onto her neck and chew on the most sensitive parts of her upper body. Her mind and body struggled mightily against each other as Vicky's hands masterfully pawed her tits and explored her cunt with exquisite skill.

As an elite operative, Queen had undergone extensive training in how to deal with situations involving extreme duress. To keep a laser focus on a singular point to avoid the one cardinal sin of captivity, which was to become broken. She had been trained by the American CIA, the British SAS, but she could never remember a challenge that matched the mental anguish she experienced now.

But, the one lesson they had all taught her was that, no matter who you are, you will eventually break. Queen broke when Vicky pulled on her clit, pulled on her nipple, and gave a small love bite to her earlobe at the same time.

"HOLY SHIT!!!!! OH FUCKING GOOOODDDD!!!", bellowed Queen as her body pumped out continuous loads of cum. Her ass rode hard into Vicky's cunt and she was rewarded with the bitch's screams in her ear as the brunette was subject to another series of eruptions.

Once again, the two of them let the orgasms course through them until they were spent. Once again, the woman on top turned her head to engage in a lip lock or tongue twist of some kind until the woman on bottom released her grip and they were free to embrace and kiss with abandon.

If possible, the kiss turned them on even more, as they deepened their lips into each other and locked their tongues together. They broke the kiss for the need to breath. With her knee, Queen split a willing Vicky's legs open, adjusted her pelvis and raised up to strike their cunts together.

With her last shred of rational thought, Vicky wanted to ask about checking the timestamps to see who won but that thought disappeared as soon as their cunts reunited and they began to fuck like wild animals. For hours, they kept their cunts locked together, slipping, sliding and grinding against each other. Countless orgasms passed until their sexual fervor at last broke and they passed out together.

Vicky finally stirred awake, the body heat too much to ignore. She and Queen were wrapped in a tight embrace, arms together, legs intertwined, and cunts jammed together. She wondered if they had simply fallen asleep mid-fuck. Right now, she had no appetite to fuck, though she had no doubt that would happen soon. Especially when they checked the timestamps and saw Vicky won, they would immediately jump back into bed for the third round, which Vicky was sure she would win.

After all, they had just tribbed each other for hours and Vicky had woken up first. She would do it again, she was sure of it. In the meantime, there was no harm in sneaking out to the viewing room to review the video and see who held out the longest in round two. Somewhat painfully, Vicky finally separated herself from Queen's grasp. She was amazed that the dark-haired woman hadn't cried out in pain after their cunts basically ripped apart.

She tiptoed to the viewing room which was just down the hall and fired up the recording program. She was able to quickly cue up to the point where she was first at Queen's mercy. As she saw the looks of pure agony on her face and the way she was at the utter mercy of Queen, Vicky's libido started to trickle back. When the first orgasm hit, she noted the time that had lapsed and copied it on to a notepad.

The trickle became a rush when she saw the same look of lustful agony on Queen's face as Vicky mercilessly pleasured the beautiful spy. When Queen's first orgasm started, Vicky took down that time as well. She was just about to compare the two when she heard a voice.

"Nice setup you have here."

She was not expecting that at all and almost jumped in terror but immediately calmed down when she saw it was just Queen. She smiled and beckoned at Queen to join her at the workstation.

"Perfect timing, I just wrote down the times we lasted, but haven't had a chance to compare them yet." She showed Queen the two pieces of paper, one with her own name, one with Queen's. She looked down at the paper that said "Vicky".

"Okay, I lasted 12 minutes and 48 seconds before I first came."

Both women nodded in respect for the feat, it was quite impressive and Queen was not sure of her ability to hold out that long. Vicky then looked at the piece of paper titled "Queen".

"And you...lasted 13 minutes and 4 seconds."

Both women where shocked. Queen had won. She had lasted barely 20 more seconds than her rival but she was the indisputable winner!

Queen wanted to gloat but something about Vicky's despondent face changed her mind. After all, Vicky wasn't her enemy, she wasn't even working for the enemy, but just an unfortunate means to an invaluable end.

Vicky couldn't believe that she'd lost a sexfight. Sure, it was a first to cum situation, but in this round of three, she didn't even make it to the third round! Seeing some movement in the corner of her eye, Vicky realized Queen was still standing there, but now with an expectant air about her.

"Fuck", Vicky remembered the terms of their agreement. With a heavy sigh, she reached behind her workstation and retrieved the gold-plated USB sign which, just a short time ago, had been a source of happiness, but now represented defeat. She plugged the USB in to the computer, found the code for the master key, wrote it down on a piece of paper and wordlessly handed it to Queen.

Queen couldn't believe it. On the two occasions she needed to use her body in service of her country, she had been victorious each time. She needed to celebrate but that would come later. Not knowing what to say, she eased herself out of the room and proceeded throughout the house to find her clothes. She found her clutch first into which she inserted the note that was secured in a hidden pocket that could only be accessed by Queen.

She put the clutch down and was about to recommence her search for her clothes when she heard a voice call out in a challenging tone, "You didn't prove anything."

Surprised, Queen turned around to see Vicky, naked, tall, gorgeous, powerfully built, tits thrust out, and hands on her hips in the unmistakable pose of a challenger. Queen drank in the sight as if she was dying of thirst for sex despite the fact that she and Vicky had fucked each other for at least half a day. The brunette's hair was wild and splotches of cum lined her body everywhere which gave her a raw, primal look.

Despite her victory, Queen felt something stir in her and, all of a sudden, she wasn't too eager to leave anymore. She held up her clutch and smiled coolly at Vicky, "What's in here says otherwise."

Vicky sneered at the remark and retorted, "Sure, you got access to the master key. Congratulations." That last word was said with dripping sarcasm. She then began to walk towards Queen as she continued to speak, her body jiggling wonderfully with each step.

"But did you prove that you're the better woman? Can you defeat me in a real sexfight?"

She asked that last question when they were practically nose to nose. Being in close proximity to each other drove each woman wild and just increased their hunger for each other. Slowly, Queen placed the clutch on a side table, stepped forward until their bodies crushed together and there wasn't an inch of space between them.

Their lips closed together and they kissed hungrily with one hand on the back of each other's hair and another on their ass. They passionately kissed until the need for oxygen became undeniable. They broke their kiss but kept their foreheads pressed together and stared hard into each other's eyes.

"You and me", Vicky said.

"You and me", Queen repeated.

"We fuck until one of us can't go on."

"We fuck until one of us can't go on."

The two women resumed their kiss and staggered down the hall until they were back in the guest bedroom. They stumbled onto the bed and crawled up until they were in position to wrap themselves up with each other again. The sexfight for the master key had ended with a victory for Queen. But the sexfight to see who was the better lover, the better woman, had just begun.

Part VI

Without seeming to put up much of a fight, Vicky rolled them until she was on her back.

"Giving up so soon?", Queen cooed.

Vicky shook her head no before responding in her sweetest, mocking voice, "It's not about who starts on the bottom, it's about who finishes on top."

The brunette then grabbed the back of Queen's head and roughly brought it down so they continue their kiss. They kissed with such fervent passion that they melted in to each other. They made great use of their lips and tongue to titillate each other and their hands roamed freely to caress the smooth, taut skin. Their bodies rubbed and created a wonderful friction as the two of them devoted even greater effort into their kiss. In the back of their heads, they knew they had to eventually fuck, but right now, it just felt too good to make out and they were content to continue as they were.

Vicky's hands finally made their way down Queen's amazing back and grabbed a firm hold of each muscular cheek. Slowly, with the subtle movements from the African beauty and the deft hands from the brunette, the centers of their bodies finally met. Both of them groaned loudly into each other's mouths when their wet cunts had their first, gentle kiss and they found an instant rhythm of sliding, rotating, and grinding their joined pussies.

Once their legs intertwined, there was no separation. Cunts, navels, tits and lips crushed together and refused to let go. The unceasing rubbing made them wild with delirium as each women's sexual stamina seemed to find a new peak with each kiss and thrust. Beads of sweat provided a wonderfully natural lubricant that let them fuck to their heart's desire. Moans, once stifled, were now shouted without restraint as neither woman could keep their lips connected for too long because the need for breathe was too much to ignore.

As her head rested on Vicky's shoulder, with the occasional bite into the dense flesh, Queen wondered how much longer she could go on before she let go. Yes, this was a sexfight to the finish and it didn't matter who came first, but right now, she wanted to make sure that Vicky came first while she was on the bottom.

At the same time, Vicky wondered if she'd gone insane with lust. Her body was unfathomably hot trapped between the glowing heat of Queen's excruciatingly hot body and the bed. Yet, she kept her hands clamped onto Queen's ass determined to not let go and equally set on not cumming first. She was going to show this absolute bitch a thing or two about how to fuckfight.

The end finally came for Queen when she felt Vicky's lips gently start to nibble on the exposed flesh of her neck. Such gentleness was such a contract to their frenzied fucking that it drove Queen absolutely wild with another level of lust. But she barely managed to hold onto her sanity until she felt the smooth caress of warm air blow into her from Vicky's hot lips.

The caramel-skinned beauty's eyes opened wide. She drew a quick intake of breath and her body was momentarily paralyzed as it tried to stave off the explosion that was building inside.

It didn't work.

"OHHHH FUCK, I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!", screamed Queen at the top of her lungs. Her body resumed function and ground itself against Vicky to pump one shot of cum after another out of her pussy straight into Vicky's waiting cunt.

The thrill of victory plus the feeling of hot cum washing into her was more than enough to put Vicky over the edge and she joined Queen in screaming at the top of her lungs while the two gorgeous women trade so many orgasms it almost seemed as if one eruption caused another.

The screams finally died down after several minutes and their exhausted bodies had given all they could handle from that first round. But once they finally caught their breathes, they found each other's lips without waiting for a second and settled into another long, luscious kiss.

While they kissed, Vicky subtly moved her body, and Queen provided no resistance, until they had swapped positions. Vicky stared hard into Queen's angry, humiliated, brown eyes.

"If you can't get me off first when you're on top, then what's the point of going on?", she taunted. "Just give up now and we'll fuck each other until we can't walk."

The beautiful spy almost growled in disdain but instead she grabbed the back of Vicky's head and brought it down roughly so they could resume their liplock.

Their bodies writhed together and they kissed hard with Vicky's head locked in place by the iron grip of both of Queen's hands on the back of her head. The dark-haired woman broke the kiss and practically spat her words into Vicky's face.

"We'll definitely fuck until we can't walk, slut. But not before I grind your pussy into mincemeat!"

Vicky smile hungrily and hurriedly reengage the kiss with Queen, eager to lock lips and eliminate any gaps between their bodies once more. She groaned in happy agony when she felt Queen's hands slither down her back and grab a firm hold of her luscious ass. She groaned even louder into Queen's mouth as the African beauty kneaded and massaged her glutes with a skill she had rarely felt before.

Like before, the two of them writhed their bodies against each other aiming to elicit more and more desire from her opponent. And like before, it drove them both insane that their bodies seemed to surrender so quickly to the other woman's abilities.

Determined to capitalize on her earlier win, Vicky drilled her cunt into Queen's with power and precision. But frustration and pleasure boiled inside of her as the beautiful spy met and repelled every one of her attacks. The pleasure curves in the two women rose unabated as they fucked with a ferocious frenzy.

And then she felt a long, smooth digit plunge smoothly up her asshole. Vicky's eyes opened wide as a singular spike of pleasure radiated from her very core of sexual power to the top of her head.

"NO!!!! OH, NO!!!!!", she shrieked as she was not at all prepared for the sudden probe which caused her entire body to convulse and pump copious amounts of cum. She raged in her defeat as the orgasms kept coming while Queen ruthlessly assaulted her asshole with one, and then two, fingers.

Queen exulted in her victory but once she felt the rush of sizzling hot cum wash her insides she couldn't hold back her own orgasms and came just as violently as Vicky did. For several minutes they traded eruptions, their mouths just centimeters apart but unable to do much more than just scream into each other.

Gradually, their orgasmic highs subsided. As Vicky's head lowered, her lips met Queen's, not to kiss, but just because both lips happened to be at the same moment in the same time. Aside from a brief flick of the lips, both women were too spent from that last round to do anything but rest their heads on each other's shoulders for a few moments before Vicky rolled off and lay on her back next to Queen. Their tits rose and fell rhythmically with their breathing. It wasn't long before each women's eyes moved from looking at the ceiling to staring at the other women's mountainous flesh. The dense meat that stood so proud and might despite bearing the abrasions and scars of battle. Dark peaks that stiffened with each passing second just begging for the perfect pair of lips to worship them in all their glory.

Their hands inched closer together until they were firmly grasped together. Feeling inspired, Queen rose and sat up, her ass on her heels to peer down at the beautiful sight that was Vicky. The two of them stared at each other, their lust for the other woman growing with every breath. With her free hand, Queen reached for Vicky's left breast and greedily kneaded the flesh and expertly rolled the nipple between her fingers.

Vicky gasped at the sudden violation and was about to return the favor when Queen broke the silence.

"Three out of four to me so far. Why not just give up?"

It was such a nothing comment. In all her years of fuckfighting she'd heard, and said, worse. But maybe it was the arrogance, or the audacity, or that she actually had lost three of the last four battles, but something lit a fire in Vicky and she did something she hadn't done in years.

She rose up and slapped Queen in the face.

Shocked by its suddenness and power, the beautiful African fell backwards onto the bed and braced herself as the gorgeous brunette launched her assault. The elite operative of South Africa's premier intelligence service had been trained in many form of martial arts. However, Queen realized as she tried to deflect the blows and attempted pulls on her hair, not one of her training sessions included catfighting.

Queen fought back as best as she could, more concerned about not using one of her many martial skills to seriously hurt Vicky. She finally managed to grab Vicky by the wrist with her opposite arm and pull with a quick and vicious force. Immediately, Vicky's back was to Queen and the spy then used her other hand to wrap it around the taut, muscled torso and bring the brunette's body into hers.

They both moaned in unexpected pleasure at the sudden feel of Queen's tits thrust onto Vicky's back. Despite the pleasure, Vicky tried to escape and dug her heels into the bed and pressed back as much as she could. However, Queen's grip didn't break but she fell back onto the bed and they both let out a groan as Vicky's body landed onto Queen's.

Realization of the opportunity before her came immediately. With frightening speed, Queen grabbed both of Vicky's tits and twined their legs together. She furiously massaged Vicky's needy tits and the brunette's eyes opened in horror as she realized the vulnerability of her position.

"Remember this baby?", Queen cooed. She continued to taunt her prey, "There's no escape now. Just be good baby, cum for me, and everything will be alright."

Vicky defiantly shook her head no. Yet, bolts of electricity shot into her chest and she had no idea how long she could last while someone had complete control of her body. Despite her desire to resist, her body's betrayal began with easily turning its head when directed by a slight pull on her hair and extending her tongue to play with Queen's. The two of them swapped spit and slid their tongues together but couldn't sustain the kiss so Queen released her hold on Vicky's hair.

Her now free hand slid down and gave a quick caress of her neck. Some bold massages of her tits and nipples. Grazed and teased the brunette's torso and began to circle her clit.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", Vicky repeated as she felt Queen's fingers dance around her clit and play with her slit. What was taking the bitch so long to get on with it?

That question pierced her mind and cleared the sexual fog. Suddenly, she realized that the beautiful woman's breathing, which had ceaselessly washed over her ears, had become ragged. It was only a moment later when she realized that her muscled ass was jammed deep into Queen's cunt, splitting the bitch in two and rubbing vigorously into her stiff clit which slid effortlessly over her perfect glute.

Suddenly not so hopeless, Vicky braced her feet against the bed and ground her ass as hard as she could into Queen's open, inviting cunt.

This new resolve was not lost on Queen who knew that she faced the real possibility of losing again while in the dominant position. She gave up all efforts at teasing Vicky's cunt and plunged three fingers into her silky vaginal walls and began to pump them like a piston. She also alternated between playing with Vicky's nipple and sliding her fingers up, down, and around the brunette's incredibly stiff clit.

The two of them howled in pleasure as they violated each other. Queen ruthlessly tongued and kissed every part of Vicky's ear, neck, shoulder, and cheek to get the American bitch to break and Vicky thrust her ass with every bit of force she possessed. Their bodies writhed in this position for another 40 minutes before they finally gave out.

"FUCK!!! OH SHIT!!!!"

"FUCK ME!!!! I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!"

Various oaths and curses flew out of their brains as mind-bending orgasms tore through their bodies. Queen's cum erupted onto Vicky's ass and ran down the brunette's crack before dripping onto the bed. Vicky's ejaculate gushed out onto Queen's hand, dribbled down the junction between her thigh and pussy, before meeting Queen's stream and dropping onto the ever-growing puddle. Once spent, the two of them collapse onto the bed where Queen's grip on Vicky finally broke.

The exhausted brunette slid out of her captor's embrace and rolled onto her stomach, her left tit firmly planted onto her rival's right, and her head resting on Queen's shoulder. After a day and night of fucking and sexfighting, and even though they had both fucked each other to exhaustion, they both had one last coherent thought before drifting into subconsciousness.

This isn't over.