Ali Landry vs. Daisy Fuentes by Shanahan
Ali and Daisy circled each other naked in the luxurious
California hotel suite, feinting and faking, each looking for
a crack in the other's nude armor. The fight had gone on for a
short while, neither woman able to prove her dominance, both of
them sweating and panting with slight exertion as they looked
for an opening ...
They had met downstairs in the hotel bar the night before, two
actresses/models just sharing a drink and some conversation, and
discovered they had a mutual fetish for wrestling and cat-fighting.
Both of them were in town on business, but decided to spend an
evening in the hotel testing themselves against one another physically.
At first Ali had been reluctant to say yes - she didn't really
know this woman or what she was capable of, and she always liked
to size up her potential opponents thoroughly - but Daisy had
offered her $5,000 for a victory.
"You win, you walk away with $5,000," stated the light-haired,
olive-skinned Hispanic beauty. "You lose, you owe nothing.
You just have to live with the fact that I beat you." She
smiled sinisterly, "Or, you can just walk away now and we'll
forget this conversation ever took place."
The Doritos girl bristled slightly at that last line, knowing
she could handle herself in a fight. This woman would be a tough
one, though, if she decided to take her on. Daisy was in her early
30s, well-built with big, firm, round breasts and long, strong
legs. She wasn't rock-hard, but she was solid. Her skin was smooth
and a little bit soft, her face was beautiful (especially her
eyes), and her hair was long and luxurious. Ali knew she would
have a real fight on her hands if this woman was as tough as she
made herself out to be, but she also wanted to take the haughty
Hispanic lovely down a notch or two. Besides, if she didn't win,
at least she wouldn't be out of any cash. Physical damage she
felt she could take, having gotten as good as she gave over the
years in combat with other women in her formative years in her
"You're on," said the former Miss USA, and they shook
hands to seal the deal. The fight would take place in Daisy's
suite the next night at eight o'clock. No clothes and no holds
The next day came and went quickly, until it was near the appointed
hour. Ali wrapped herself in a yellow French-cut bikini, the top
just a little too small for the buxom brunette, who cut a striking
figure that TV never fully revealed. Tossing a pink cotton robe
over her shoulders, she made her way barefoot to the elevator
and rode the car 15 floors up to where Daisy's suite was, the
Hispanic women having given Ali a duplicate elevator key to access
the 20th floor. Taking a deep breath, Ali knocked on the door
of Suite 2024 only to find that it was already slightly open.
She stepped into the large room to see Daisy sitting naked on
the edge of bed at the back of the room, the light-haired Hispanic
woman sipping slowly from a glass of water, one leg crossed over
"You made it," smiled the former MTV hostess after taking
a long sip of liquid. "But you know the proper attire for
tonight, Ali," she scolded, wagging her index finger.
"This was just to get me here," coolly remarked Ali,
who let the robe fall from her shoulders before unfastening her
top to release her luscious breasts, and stepped out of her briefs
to show off her furry crotch, as densely-haired as Daisy's own
pubes. The other woman stood up from the bed and placed the glass
on her night table as Ali kicked her loose clothing off to the
side. They sized each other up as they turned to face each other,
arms outstretched and feet spread wide for balance. Then they
crouched and began to circle one another.
"You can still back out if you want," warned Daisy as
they spun around the room slowly. There was a wide expanse of
room between the bed and the dressers, almost large enough to
put in a wrestling mat - not that the two women needed one.
"Not on your life," replied Ali, never taking her eyes
off the other woman in front of her.
"Excellent ..." smiled Daisy ...
Then, as if on cue, they lunged forward and buried their hands
in each other's hair, fingers curling around straight, silky locks
and pulling hard. They yanked and tugged ferociously, shaking
each other like rag dolls, but neither buxom beauty was able to
gain the upper hand. Setting their sights lower, they released
their hair holds almost at the same time, then latched on to each
other's bouncing breasts and began squeezing with abandon. Sharp
nails dug into soft flesh, and fingertips pulled hard at thick
brown fleshy nipples, as four hands gripped and mauled and slashed
and squeezed without pity. Both women threw back their heads and
howled as they funneled their aggression down their arms and assaulted
each other's magnificent breasts with all their feminine might,
neither fighting female giving an inch as they savagely crushed
each other's chests with their bare hands.
They struggled and squeezed ceaselessly, but Ali was getting the
worst of it, the younger beauty gritting her teeth in agony as
the bigger, stronger woman pinched Ali's thick nipples ruthlessly
between her thumbs and forefingers. Desperate to break free but
refusing to submit, Ali dug her nails hard into her enemy's boobs
and began to pull. Daisy cried out as Ali savaged her, and responded
with a slap to her foe's face that broke both their holds. Ali
brushed her reddening cheek with her left hand and stared icily
at her antagonist, before rushing Daisy and wrapping her arms
about her opponent's waist in a bearhug.
The Hispanic beauty smiled smugly in her rival's grasp and then
wound her own arms about Ali's waist, as they proceeded to try
and squeeze the life from each other, anguished grunts and moans
filling the air as they poured on the pressure. Again neither
of them could obtain a clear advantage. They struggled in their
stalemate for a while longer, crushing the breath from each other's
bodies with their powerful arms, and then Daisy decided to fight
dirty again. She reached deep between Ali's legs with her right
hand, and then pulled hard on her foe's furry bush. Ali yelped
in pain and surprise , and then returned the favor to Daisy's
Each then grabbed the other by the face with her free hand, fingers
groping at noses and lips. They pulled relentlessly at each other's
pubes, squealing all the while as thick dark hairs were stretched
to the breaking point where they emerged from the skin, until
each fighter had almost ripped a clump loose from her foe's pussy.
Ali then ended any thoughts of that by pulling her other hand
off of Daisy's pretty face and sinking it deep into the other
female's soft gut, bending Daisy over at the waist with a great
expulsion of air from her lungs and mouth. By now both women had
relinquished their crotch grips, but it was Daisy who took control
as she glared up at Ali.
"Bitch!" she screamed before grabbing Ali by the head
with both hands, the right one clamping down atop Ali's skull
while the left secured a grip on Ali's lower jaw. Her holds established,
Daisy began viciously twisting Ali's head from side to side, trying
to wring her younger foe's neck. Ali grabbed Daisy by the wrists
to stem the tide, but she could feel the older woman overpowering
her, again forcing the younger beauty's head and neck to twist
laterally, unnaturally. Steeling herself as she felt the terrible
strain on her neck and shoulders, Ali took a deep breath before
launching her knee straight up between Daisy's legs, to hear the
crack of bone on bone followed by an anguished scream from her
opponent. Then she felt the strong hands falling away from her
face, as Daisy backed off to clutch her wounded cunt.
"Payback time, bitch!" muttered Ali as she reached back
and then swung her right arm forward and around, the back of her
hand cracking across Daisy's right cheek and sending the Hispanic
woman sprawling sideways onto the dresser. She tried to rise,
but Ali was there to smash her square in the back with her interlocked
fists, pounding them down sharply like an axe handle on Daisy's
spine. Daisy cried out again at this new pain, and stumbled to
her knees. She tried to get up, but only succeeded in pulling
the dresser drawer out a ways. She tried to rise again, and made
it part way until she felt hands on the back of her head, and
Ali pressing her downwards.
The younger woman was now in total control, but only for a moment,
as Daisy reached back with one hand, got a hold of Ali's pussy,
and began squeezing it for all it was worth in her awkward position.
Ali bellowed in pain and rage, but quickly formulated a new plan
of counter attack. She continued to force Daisy downwards with
one hand even as her own crotch continued to be under siege, albeit
not as terribly if Daisy had been facing Ali and squeezing with
her hand right-side up.
Now Ali grabbed one of Daisy's firm boobs in her other hand, giving
the soft olive melon a slight squash, and managed to push it down
inside the partially-open dresser drawer. The experienced catfighter
then reached around to Daisy's other udder and did the same thing,
until both of Daisy's magnificent mammaries were safely ensconced
in mahogany. Reaching down with one hand, even as her cunt was
being compressed as if in a mini-vise. Ali pressed against Daisy's
body and used their combined weight to slowly, deliberately close
it, pushing it as far as it could go - which was wasn't very far
with Daisy's hanging globes in the way.
Daisy screamed as she pulled her hand away from Ali's suddenly
relieved crotch, the younger woman breathing a huge sigh of relief.
The olive-skinned thirty-something tried to push off from the
drawer and out of her predicament; but by now Ali had grasped
the drawer handles with both hands and was holding it shut. The
busty battler pounded Daisy's tits as she bounced over and over
against Daisy's back, pinching her enemy's big, soft Hispanic
breasts between the drawer edge and the dresser.
"I'll kill you!" Daisy screamed as her chest continued
to be under assault; but Ali only concentrated on her mission,
her bare hands grabbing the drawer so tightly she thought her
palms would bleed. Ali continued to mash her Latin adversary's
breasts, slamming and squeezing them mercilessly with the aid
of the drawer, intent upon deflating them like water balloons
- until she felt a sharp, shooting pain between her legs and then
collapsed to the floor, hands on her crotch as she moaned low
and long. Daisy pulled in her elbow, which had struck a liberating
blow to Ali's womanhood, and lifted her boobs from out of the
drawer before also collapsing on the soft white carpet, whining
as she rubbed her wounded udders.
With the dresser incident, the fight had gotten out of hand. No
longer was this a contest of strength and physical dexterity,
if it ever was. Now it was a struggle for survival, and both women
knew it as they tried to hasten their recoveries and not lie helpless
before the other's grasping, greedy, painful hands. Ali rose to
her knees slowly, painfully, still holding her bruised groin.
She held on to the edge of the bed with her left hand for support
as she tried valiantly to stand, but stumbled to the carpet again
on all fours in agony. She breathed heavily, almost panting, as
sweat dripped off her back and forehead.
She tried to rise, inhaling as she did so ... and found no air
coming in. She felt her mouth closed off, her nostrils constrained,
and no way to breathe as a great weight descended on her from
behind. While she had been struggling to get up, Daisy had padded
silently over to the dark-haired amazon and straddled the brunette's
back, reaching in front to clamp one hand over Ali's mouth and
use the fingers of her other hand to pinch Ali's nostrils shut
in a suffocating effort. Ali's muffled cries could be heard through
Daisy's hand as the Hispanic beauty pressed it down hard over
Ali's luscious lips, stifling the buxom brawler. A look of sheer
glee colored Daisy's gorgeous features, as the Revlon model reveled
in her newly-found vantage point.
"Having trouble breathing, bitch?" chided Daisy. "Don't
worry, tits, I'm just going to hold on until I smother you unconscious!"
she murmured in her soft Spanish accent.
Daisy pinched down harder on Ali's nostrils with her thumb and
forefinger, her other hand clamped tight over Ali's mouth as if
it were held there by industrial-strength adhesive. Ali suffered
in silence, trying to save her strength for a last-ditch escape
effort even as her oxygen reserves were running out. She tasted
the bitter, acrid, wet flesh of her enemy's palm over her mouth
even as she yearned to breathe for just a few seconds. It didn't
help that Daisy began sensually flicking her tongue in and out
of Ali's right ear, playing with her prey and arousing her victim
at the same time. Ali felt herself growing hot and bothered, juices
welling up inside her as the Latin whore played with her, but
it was only distracting the Louisiana beauty from her escape attempt.
She thought of throwing Daisy off by rearing up, but didn't think
she had the strength to accomplish such a daring feat. Growing
desperate to the point of panic as she felt the darkness closing
in on her, her eyelids fluttering madly to stay open, Ali reacted
She grabbed Daisy's right hand with both of her own, and then
pulled it in so that the younger wrestler's white teeth could
bite down hard on the soft flesh of Daisy's palm. Daisy's scream
echoed throughout the suite as the Hispanic combatant pulled away
and dumped her younger foe face first on the floor; then brought
she her right hand up to her face for inspection. Blood trickled
from her palm where Ali's teeth had sliced through - not a gaping
wound, just a small nick, really - but it was painful, and irritated
even more by the alkaline sting of sweat.
Daisy sucked her hand to draw blood and perspiration away from
the wound, her hateful eyes on her battered enemy the whole time.
Then she cursed out loud and dropped on top of the dazed Ali,
who had been sitting there on all fours just sucking sweet, ordinary
air into her heaving chest.
Daisy wrapped her long legs about Ali's torso, locking her ankles
in front, before interlacing her hands and cupping them underneath
Ali's chin to pull it upwards, straining and stretching the Southern
amazon's spine in the process. Ali moaned as Daisy began to yank
back hard while simultaneously squeezing her strong thighs about
Ali's tight waist.
"There's no getting out of this one, you little whore!"
insulted Daisy. "You should have just walked away last night,
instead of pissing me off tonight. Now I'm either gonna break
your fucking back, or just crush you like a goddamn tin can!"
Ali shuddered slightly as she felt the power in the other woman's
legs and arms and knew full well Daisy was capable of carrying
out either or both of her threats. Probably both. Ali felt her
back bending even more severely as another source of agony wound
about her body and constricted. She was at an immediate loss as
to how she was going to get out of this one, but she knew it was
going to have to be soon if at all.
Daisy licked her lips excitedly as she stuck it to her adversary,
legs tightening like a clamp, hands pulling upwards like a steam
shovel. She felt it was only a matter of time before she broke
her younger enemy, and she wanted to enjoy every second of it
after the pain that Ali had put her through. She flexed and groped
with her fingers, splaying them about the younger fighter's chin
and jaw as she pulled even harder ... and then Daisy screamed
again as Ali bit down hard on the bottom of one of Daisy's long
olive digits, one finger having gotten too close to Ali's sharp
Ali took advantage of her foe's agony by interlocking her fingers
with Daisy's, and pulling and tugging and twisting until her chin
was free, all the while maintaining her vicious bite, her dry
mouth filling with sweat and saliva. Free from one hold, she now
sought escape from the second. Reaching down, Ali grabbed Daisy
by the ankles and dragged her opponent's bare feet up just as
the dark-haired amazon began to rear back, forcing Daisy flat
on her back on the floor. Releasing her bite, Ali grasped Daisy's
big toe and bent it back fiercely, eliciting another yelp from
the Hispanic gladiator, before snapping her head down and biting
down hard on that same appendage.
Daisy's scream was bloodcurdling as Ali's teeth bit down, the
smaller woman shaking her head from side to side to increase her
antagonist's agony. The Hispanic spitfire sobbed as Ali did damage
to her foot, and yanked hard at the back of Ali's hair, but it
only made things worse as the dark-haired virago refused to relent.
Almost hysterically, Daisy reached up and seized Ali by the neck
with both hands, fingers pressing in hard on Ali's windpipe and
throttling the busty little battler until Ali coughed hoarsely
and let go. Still being strangled from behind, Ali clawed at Daisy's
fingers until she was able to pry them loose by bending back one
of Daisy's fingers, garnering one last cry from her gorgeous attacker.
A dazed Ali then felt two long legs unwrapping from about her
waist, and bare feet pressing against her own shapely ass before
they thrust her forward where she crashed down on the carpet on
her breasts, the rough carpet fibers tearing and ripping at her
sensitive nipples. Ali rolled over and glanced down at her red,
raw breasts as she began to get up, but then Daisy lashed out
with her bare feet, kicking Ali in both breasts. The younger female
yelled and fell onto her back, as Daisy struck out again. Hard
fleshy soles pounded Ali's bare breasts, stomping and mashing
as the Hispanic attacked her foe's magnificent mammaries without
mercy. Ali winced again as her sensitive boobs took a pounding,
even when Daisy altered tactics slightly and simply pressed down
upon each of Ali's globes with her soles, before then modifying
the attack once more. The toes of Daisy's left foot gripped Ali's
right nipple like a mini-vise, while her right foot plastered
itself over Ali's face, toes pinching Ali's nostrils shut and
sole sealing off her mouth.
Ali uttered a muffled cry as Daisy laughed out loud and poured
on the pressure, foot-smothering her foe. The dark-haired beauty
gripped her tormentor's ankles, trying to pull her foe's feet
away, but no dice, even contending with Daisy's slick and sweaty
"How does it feel, Ali?" mocked Daisy. "Your breast
hurts? That's nothing compared to what you did to mine ... but
just you wait, I'll make you really regret it before I'm finished
Unable to bite down hard again, Ali futilely beat on her opponent's
shins with her balled-up fists, bone crashing against bone, until
finally Daisy cried out and let go. Undaunted, the Hispanic girl
pushed up to her knees and then dove on top of Ali, the two combatants
becoming a tangle of arms, legs, hands and feet as they wrapped
around each other, thrashing and tussling, struggling and squeezing.
They rolled over and over, neither women remaining on top for
long, until Daisy stuck out a bare foot to brace herself against
the bed and wind up in the dominant position. Seizing Ali by the
hair, she began to pound the back of the younger woman's head
up and down on the plush carpet, which dulled some of the impact,
but still managed to stun Ali. Daisy then dropped down and flattened
herself against Ali, who was growing dizzy. Daisy began to push
forward with her feet, rubbing her breasts on Ali's sensitive
ones, and rubbing their pussies together as they lay perfectly
parallel to one another. Ali squirmed against Daisy, trying to
wriggle free while feeling her own body respond to the stimulation
of another woman's body on hers.
The dark-haired beauty was helpless as the Spaniard reached down
to grope for her throat, hands seeking a hold. The younger woman
tried to ward off the impending attack with her own hands, but
did so in vain, as Daisy's hands found their hold and began squeezing
in a stranglehold. Ali coughed hoarsely once more and tugged madly
at her foe's wrists, but her enemy's grip was too strong. Ali
could feel the breath being violently squeezed from her body as
Daisy's thumbs pressed deep into the folds of her throat, Daisy's
fingers curling in hard on the back of Ali's neck at the same
time. Ali shook from side to side and bucked her hips which only
increased the sensation of Daisy's wiry pussy on hers as she tried
to throw Daisy off, but it was no good. Daisy grinned fiercely,
licking her lips eagerly as she took control, adding insult to
potential injury by taunting her inherent victim.
"Does it hurt?" she chided. "Can you breathe?"
She smiled even more wickedly as she poured on the pressure. Her
face was right up in Ali's, the tips of their noses lightly touching,
almost nuzzling, like predator with prey.
"You're such a bitch, Ali - I hope you choke to death!"
Daisy tightened her grip, hands squeezing harder, knuckles whitening
as Ali's face reddened from the unyielding tension. Ali moaned,
her eyes shut tight in agony, as she began to writhe below her
bigger, stronger opponent. She was desperate to escape, but still
unable to pry Daisy's fingers from her windpipe. Her mind reeling
as she felt herself fading, Ali knew she had to break free - and
break free soon. But Daisy wasn't about to just let that happen.
"Good," Daisy mocked her struggling prey. "Good!
Still some fighting spirit left in you. Well, hang on, slut -
just hang on until I squeeze the life out of you!"
Ali winced at those words, determined to get loose, but fearful
she was too exhausted to do so. But she had to do something, at
least make an attempt, or simply render her enemy's victory a
pyhrric one if need be. Releasing her foe's wrists, Ali felt the
pressure increase on her windpipe as her resistance dissolved.
She wrapped her legs around Daisy as she reached up with both
hands, moving almost as if in slow motion. Just the effort of
raising her arms was painful, and Daisy grinned eagerly, sensing
the end was near for her rival.
Until Ali sank her nails into her enemy's soft cheeks and began
to dig in. Daisy screamed as she was mauled, but refused to release
her grip, feeling she only had to hold on for a little while longer.
Growing desperate, Ali jabbed her thumbs into her foe's eyes,
heard another anguished cry, and felt the hands about her throat
relent a little bit.
Eyes wide at the sudden prospect of escape, Ali summoned all her
flagging strength and brought both her hands down on Daisy's collarbones
in a double-handed karate chop. She repeated the move again and
again, harder and harder, until she heard Daisy groan and felt
the killing hands loose themselves from about her agonized throat.
Stealing a quick glance at her enemy, Ali could see Daisy was
injured, and she decided now was the time to take advantage of
her foe's woes and perhaps finish the fight.
Reaching up from below, Ali fastened her hands about Daisy's exposed
neck and began to choke her, Daisy's eyes growing wide and her
hands clutching at Ali's wrists, as the dark-haired amazon gripped
and squeezed. Using the strength of her legs, Ali rolled quickly
to the left, taking advantage of her adversary's momentary distraction.
She soon found herself on top of their wrestling twosome, her
hands tightening about her opponent's soft throat. Choking and
strangling weren't really Ali's cup of tea, but she wanted to
return some of the hurt she had just felt, let Daisy experience
some of what she had just endured.
"How does it feel, whore?" growled Ali. "How does
it feel not being able to breathe, like I couldn't? Hurts, doesn't
it? Doesn't it?! Well, consider this my way of returning the favor,
Still throttling her prey, Ali continued to insult her victim,
who gasped and gurgled for air she couldn't suck any in.
"I'm going to squeeze every bit of breath from you with my
bare hands! You want to choke, you whore - well, I'll show you
how to choke!"
Pressing her feet against the floor, Ali lifted herself into a
crouch, then rose to her feet and dragged Daisy upwards with her,
her hands still securely fastened about the Hispanic wench's comely
neck. Shaking her foe back and forth for a few moments like a
rag doll or a child's toy, Ali turned sideways and flung them
both onto the soft, luxurious bed. She then straddled Daisy and
continued to throttle her. Daisy twisted from side to side in
a valiant, but vain, escape attempt, as Ali pounded Daisy's head
against the thick comforter and soft sheets, further disorienting
her foe as Ali snapped her head back and forth in a sickly, bobbing
motion, before suddenly releasing Daisy.
Ali sat back, her bosom heaving and her stomach pumping in and
out rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. The pause also gave
Daisy time to recover as she lay coughing and gagging. Both women
were drenched with sweat. Then Ali resumed her attack with another
breath-stealing hold. Snaking out with both hands, she clamped
one hand over Daisy's mouth and used the fingers of her other
hand to pinch the Hispanic woman's nostrils shut in a double hand-smother,
like daisy had done to her earlier. Again Daisy twisted and turned,
and again it was to no avail as the radiant Ali maintained the
airtight seals over the other woman's breathing passages.
"Mmpph," was the only sound emerging from beneath Ali's
Ali held this hold for the next few moments, punishing the older
fighter until her struggles weakened. Ali then took her hands
away and turned herself around quickly, lifting her tight, sweet
ass up slightly before pressing it down over Daisy's face, the
Spaniard's nose disappearing completely up Ali's crack. Daisy's
arms and legs thrashed about as Ali ground away, totally depriving
her foe of oxygen, until Daisy offered no resistance whatsoever.
Her arms and hands dropped down uselessly by her sides as she
lay helpless on the bed beneath her buxom foe's breath-stealing
Ali humped away for a few more moments, alternately contracting
and relaxing her nether cheeks; then Ali lifted herself up and
reached forward to grab Daisy by the ankles and spin her 180 degrees
until the Hispanic lovely's head was hanging just slightly off
of the bed. Turning herself around and rearing up again, Ali straddled
the very top of Daisy's chest and forced her thickly furred crotch
over the nearly unconscious woman's face. She began grinding and
humping all over it, hands wrapped in Daisy's hair for leverage,
the dark-haired amazon growing aroused by her domination. Her
eyes were shut and languid gasps were emerging from Ali's throat
as Daisy just lay there beneath her, no longer resisting or struggling.
Ali ground and moaned and humped for a long while, with Daisy
taking her medicine in the form of soft, thick, dark pubes covering
her nose and mouth. Ali grew more frenzied in her attack as she
felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Finally, almost satisfied,
Ali pulled back again and slapped Daisy lightly on both cheeks
to awaken her and prepare her for the grand finale.
"And now we finish," sneered Ali, knowing she was just
moments away from certain victory.
The fight was totally gone from the no-longer cocky, nearly out-cold
Daisy. The only resistance the olive-skinned beauty could offer
as she lifted up her head, her forehead matted with sweat and
tousled hair, was verbal.
" No ... no ..." She, too, sensed the end was near.
"Oh, yes, sweetie," laughed Ali. "Oh yes! It's
payday. For me, anyway."
Ali then tightened her hands in Daisy's glossy locks, flattened
herself down against her foe, and forced her bouncing Southern-bred
boobs over the Latin lovely's face in a classic breast-smother.
Daisy was too weak to resist and could only lie still on the bed
as Ali ground and mashed her more-than-ample chest against her
opponents' face, again cutting off Daisy's oxygen supply. Their
furry pussies pounded together as Daisy arched beneath the younger
beauty, both women feeling ecstasy as they pressed tightly against
each other, big soft breasts and hard fleshy nipples grinding
together erotically. Ali held Daisy's head with both hands on
the other woman's lower jaw as the flesh of Ali's breasts filled
Daisy's breathing passages completely.
The Hispanic fighter's jaws were too constrained, and she was
too exhausted to open her mouth against Ali's pressure to bite
her way free as she had done before in fights with other women.
Daisy weakened more and more in Ali's grip, growing more and more
weak as Ali sweated, moaned, and mashed. Ali grew wet between
her long legs with the arousal of conquest until, at last, Daisy
succumbed and lay totally still beneath the dark-haired amazon.
Ali held her suffocating chest hold for the next few moments to
make sure Daisy was really out cold, then climbed off of her fallen
foe and slid off of the bed. Running her hands through her sweaty
hair, Ali smiled as she studied herself in the mirror over the
dresser, eyeing her big-busted body and especially the fabulous,
firm breasts which had earned her the victory - and the $5,000
which she took from Daisy's purse. Ali ran her hands down between
her thighs and fingered herself briefly, relieving the tension
that had built inside her during the final moments of her conquest
of the haughty Hispanic wrestlerette.
Still grinning proudly, Ali stuffed the money into the pocket
of her robe, whipped the garment around her sweat-slick body,
and tied it in front. She scooped up her discarded bikini off
the floor and flicked it high into the air, before snatching it
with her hand and stuffing it in the pocket of her robe. Before
making her way to the door, she glanced back one last time at
Daisy, laid out in unconscious nude splendor on the bed. Daisy's
spread legs were dangling over the side, and her face looked exactly
as it had when Ali had dismounted her following the breast-smother
several minutes ago.
Ali smiled as she closed the door behind her and made her way
to the elevator. She used the keycard to call it, and as she waited
she knew two things were certain. That she was $5,000 richer -
and that she really had what it took when push came to shove in
a fight against another woman, even one as big and beautiful and
well-known as Daisy. The victor stepped onto the elevator and
pushed "5" for her floor. She hummed happily as the
elevator whisked her back to her level.
Long live the queen - or in this case, Miss USA!