They continue to hate fuck

“Congratulations, you managed to get me off! It’s not like it’s something I couldn’t do by myself!” Daxia remarked facetiously.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be dreaming about me tonight! My womanly figure wrapped around your body, bringing you to the throes of ecstasy with my feminine whiles!” Sam teased with a self satisfied grin.

“It isn’t that hard when you know the right pressure points…” Daxia remarked, facing Sam and pulling off the strap-on. She then shoved the petite noirette to the mat and ran her hand over her mound. “You are rough and undisciplined… let me show you what trained and refined fingers feel like!”

“AH!” Sam gasped, feeling the trained martial artist’s dextrous feelers run over her genitals as if brushing calligraphy onto a tapestry. Her fingers were slender and firm, sinking into Sam’s hole with purpose. Sam squirmed and held her breath as Daxia applied pressure over her clit while curling her fingers within. “Ah! Ah!”

Daxia wrapped herself around the petite noirette from behind, imagining she was playing with herself in this seated position. It made it easier to explore the slightly different erogenous terrain. Her free hand cupped around the smaller breast of her former foe as she found the cluster of nerves within that formed the g-spot. Daxia attacked, sensing Sam’s response and adjusting her intensity and tempo in kind.

Sam was taken on a rollercoaster of teasing and release as Daxia played with her body like a fiddle. The petite wrestler was convinced more than ever that the Chinagirl was a closet lesbian with the way she was making her feel.

“Oh God!” Sam gasped, feeling herself at the precipice of a major orgasm.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Daxia taunted, not letting up her fingering. Just as she felt Sam’s body about to explode, she stopped. Sam trembled but held still, still under her mistress’ orders. Daxia whispered in her ear, “You don’t cum just yet… if you want to cum, you ride my cock as if I was a man!”

**** to climax, Sam didn’t come back with a snippy remark. Instead, she turned around, faced her mistress, taking the strap-on from the ground and strapping the slender Asian back into it. With it back on, she climbed on top and opened herself up to take in the long plastic pole dangling between the Asian woman’s legs. Sam stared down as she rode her mistress. Daxia laid back, letting her sub do all the work. She was already close so it didn’t take long for Sam to find a steady rhythm and start riding. It only took another minute for her urgent pumps to push Sam over the edge.

“HAH HAH HAH HA..nngh… FFFUUUUCKkkkk….” Sam moaned as body bucked from the orgasm.

Daxia’s strap-on became coated with Samantha’s cum. Sam continued to pump it in and out as the juices flowed down the shaft

“There… Now how does it feel to get off from a big strong manly cock?” Daxia teased.

Samantha glowered at Xia who smiled back condescendingly.

“You know, I really think you’re more into women than you let on…” Sam replied.

“I was only showing you what I am capable of!” Daxia assured her. “I have no interest in other women like that!”

“Mhmm…” Sam replied, unconvinced. “Yet you find yourself here with another woman getting each other off…”

“This is just a learning experience!” Daxia explained.

“Is it? Well, then you need to experience a lesbian staple!” Sam replied, pulling down Daxia’s harness. She lifted Daxia’s leg and scissored hers between, grinding her hips into Daxia’s groin. Daxia couldn’t help but shiver as Sam’s wet pussy lips brushed against hers. “Mmm… you liked that, didn’t you?” Sam started to grind into Daxia harder. “I bet you can’t last a minute of me doing this to you…”

“Bet!” Daxia growled back.

Samantha bared her teeth in a mixture of challenge and pleasure as she meshed her pussy with her rival. They grunted and panted. Dash pushed back with her hips. She wasn’t about to let Sam just smother her. The fires of competition stoked up again as Dash wanted to be the one to make Sam cum. They grimaced as each of them tried to get the other one off. Daxia wrestled her way to the top position, but Sam reversed and became the aggressor again. Their naked bodies twisted and turned, juicing each other like oranges. By the end of the first minute, both ladies were quivering.

“There! You just came, didn’t you?” Sam caught, pointing at her partner.

“So did you!” Daxia defended.

“Alright, a tie breaker then! Let’s see how long you can last!” Sam grunted, working herself up against Xia once again.

“I can go all night!” Daxia challenged back.

They went back and forth, tribbing, then fingering, then licking and sucking. Their hot lesbian action led to several more orgasms as neither wanted to admit defeat.

“You have to admit it now,” Sam panted, “You like sex with girls!”

“I told you…” Daxia gasped. “This is… unngh… a learning… experience!” Daxia refused to admit that this was her thing. She could get off on a bedpost if she wanted to. Even if, on the outside, it looked like two women getting hot and heavy together, underlying their heavy panting and wet slurping was the spirit of competition rather than homoerotic lust. Xia was desperately eating Sam out not because she wanted to hear the woman’s deep cries of pleasure, but because she wanted to make her cum more times than she had.

Samantha was in a similar position, eating out Dash, only she was totally into the lithe nubile female body in front of her. She got to revel in the other woman’s scent of arousal, her slick folds and trembling legs. Sam even took pleasure in unabashedly cumming all over the new girl’s face. The fact that Daxia was **** to reveal her true nature made it all the more satisfying for the agitator.

The ladies were still going at it, albeit at a slower pace, when Monica returned to the room. They both stopped suddenly when the doors swung open. Even though they were now used to fucking on the open gym mat, the arrival of a new face got them both self-conscious.

“You two are still at it?” Monica asked, somewhat shocked. She stepped in with the other club members following behind. Daxia suddenly felt a surge of embarrassment being caught with another woman and blushed.

“Oh… was that fifteen minutes?” Sam asked, looking around for a clock. Daxia had pulled away, covering her body and crawling towards her bikini.

“More like an hour!” Monica revealed.

“Wha.. why didn’t you come for us sooner?” Daxia gasped, quickly pulling her wrestling outfit back on. She didn’t realize that much time had flown by.

“Well… we kind of got side tracked,” Sonya grinned, glancing at Jen and Elsa. Jen shrunk down while Elsa chuckled and gave her a playful slap on the butt cheek. “Even Monica got roped in!”

“Hush…” Monica blushed, waving the track runner off and holding back a grin of her own. “So, I guess that’s it for this week’s meet, unless you ladies want to do one more match.”