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« Reply #3 on: August 01, 2010, 03:18:40 AM » |
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With Mary's hands still caressing her own hips, Shirlee slammed a deafening slap into the blonde's right cheek. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the container, drawing a collective moan from the crowd. The brunette followed up with slaps to alternate sides of the blonde's face.
Stunned by the initial onslaught, Mary's arms could offer little resistance to the blows. Trapped, with the cold steel of the wall at her back, Mary tried to duck the next blow. Although she stumbled to her knees, the move worked, as Shirlee's next swipe caught only a handful of Mary's blonde tresses before slamming into the wall, splintering her fingernails in the process.
"AAAAAAAWWWWWOOOOHHHHHH"
Her damaged hand, still entwined in Mary's hair, Shirlee hair hauled the blonde to her feet with her other hand, just as the smaller woman, taking advantage of the respite from the slapping, sprung upwards into the brunette's midriff, knocking both of them to the ground.
The two girls, their bodies entwined proceeded to roll about the floor of the container, whilst using the others' hair for grip.
"Let go of me you fuckin' slut!" hissed Mary.
"You first, you skank ho bitch," snarled Shirlee.
Each girl had spells on top of the other, but Shirlee, being the bigger woman, was always always going to end up on top. Lacing her legs underneath the blonde's bucking thighs, she released her grip of Mary's hair and threw her elbows outwards and into Mary's own arms, breaking the latter's grip on her own tresses. Shirlee then used her weight to pin Mary's arms by her sides. Mary, for her part, could only buck for all she was worth. Her bucking somehow managed to reached new levels, however, when she felt a stinging, pinching sensation in her left tit. Her eyes desperately tried to roll downwards, to see the hapless tit engulfed in Shirlee's mouth.
Shirlee, was finding it increasingly difficult to stay atop the thrashing blonde, however, and decided that she was going to be thrown off before her opponent would yield. Edging her body up onto the midriff of the blonde, so that her foe's hips would buck into thin air, she released Mary's tit and, instead, pulled the blonde's face into her own sweaty bust.
Mary, her arms now free, but her face smothered in Shirlee's cleavage, tried once again to rock the brunette off her. With lungs starting to burn, and needing a fresh angle of attack, her hands groped blindly up Shirlee's thighs until her hands came to the latter's corset V-string panties. Yanking upwards with all she had left, Mary pulled the skimpy material upwards into the folds of the brunette's pussy. The material began to rip, but held firm. Mary, began to see stars as the breast smother prevented precious oxygen from reaching her parched lungs, but took comfort from the scratching of her own back which indicated Shirlee's pussy was also reaching the limits of its endurance……
It was Shirlee who yielded first, throwing the blonde's head back onto the ground, before proceeding to tear Mary's hands off of the thinly stretched fabric that sawed painfully between her legs. Once free, Shirlee rolled away from her opponent and proceeded to nurse her violated womanhood with both of her own hands.
Mary, meanwhile, was sucking in every ounce of the cold December air that her lungs would allow, whilst keeping her eyes fixed on her opponent. It was Shirlee, who seemed to recover first. On staggering to her feet however, she promptly collapsed again as the fire in her groin spread both up and down her body. Letting out an unladylike snarl of both satisfaction and malice, Mary decided to seize her chance by flinging herself atop her foe.
Mary, her legs astride her brunette nemesis, proceeded to grap two handfuls of Shirlee's hair and to repeatedly ram her skull against the steel floor of the container. Shirlee, flailed her arms wildly, pawing ineffectively at the blonde's elbows. Overhead, her increasingly blurred vision became filled with Mary's heaving chest. Clawing her fingers into much-admired Mary's cleavage, she ripped open the front V of her opponent's dress, drawing blood as her torn fingernails scored the breasts underneath in the process.
"OOOOWWWW", shrieked Mary, as her hands released their grip and flew to protect her now unfettered mammaries.
Shirlee, whilst still dazed, bucked wildly and threw Mary backwards and to the side so that the blonde's midsection landed on her right thigh. In a flash, the brunette flipped her left leg over so as to trap the blonde in a body scissors. Smirking to herself she began to squeeze for all she was worth. If she had to, Shirlee could probably be made to grudgingly admit, in private, that Mary had one impressive rack, but there was no doubt who had the better legs. She didn't need the Carmen Electra workout or fishnets, for them to get a second glance from the menfolk at the office, but neither did any harm. As she squeezed the breath out of Mary, the blonde forgot about the searing fire in her breasts, and unsuccessfully tried to buck herself free once again.
After two minutes of squeezing, the trapped blonde's resistance showed no sign of diminishing. Fearing her own stamina reserves, Shirlee reached over and tried to cover the blonde's nose and mouth with her right hand in order to expedite matters. She promptly changed her mind, though, after Mary's incisors very nearly took off the tip of her middle finger.
"F****** animal," Shirlee grunted.
Once bitten but undeterred Shirlee repeated the tactic by grabbing the blonde by the nose and smothering her mouth with the heel of her hand.
Mary was really struggling now. If having the life squeezed out of her and being suffocated was not enough, her proximal arm had found itself underneath Shirlee's body, where it was not only useless, but being crushed by the latter's torso. Too weak to escape, but too proud to yield, she grabbed shallow breaths from the corners of her mouth where Shirlee's hand formed an imperfect seal.
Now that the catfight appeared to be reaching its conclusion, some of the girls' male colleagues decided to lubricate matters by tossing Budweiser beer onto the two already glistening combatants.
"Ok, that's enough. Get in there and pour some cold water on them. Shirlee's put your gal in her place." John said to Simon, Mary's beau. Simon promptly hauled himself up onto the side of the container, but stopped as Mary wheezed something inaudible in his direction.
"Don't worry baby, I'm coming." Simon shouted as he braced himself for the jump into the container.
"She's saying 'Get the hell back.'" Shirlee translated, Mary's gargle.
"She's obviously a glutton for punishment. But stick around- once I've shown this slut what a real girl can do, I could do with a stud like you to show me a good time. OOOOUUUUWWWWW."
It was this threat of her nemesis making a move on her man, that electrified Mary into action. Throwing the back of her head back she caught the brunette full on the nose. The resulting grunt elicited from her opponent rendered the accompanying tearing of olfactory cartilage inaudible. Paralysed by the pain, Shirlee momentarily relaxed her vice-like body scissors and hand smother, allowing Mary to squirm weakly out of the hold. As she flopped onto her back, she sucked in long and deep, fully expecting the enraged brunette to attack once again……..
But the attack did not come. Opening her eyes she saw the brunette, merely feet away, trying desperately to pounce, but unable to raise her right leg which was stuck in a shallow puddle of Anheuser-Busch's finest. The lager had frozen during the body scissors, attaching the brunette's leg to the steel of the container's floor!
"Go get her, Mary."
"Make the bitch pay." Mary only heard the shouts of encouragement from her section of the crowd as she raised herself gingerly to her knees, and then her feet, whilst continuing to suck in all of the cold, crisp air she could find. As she stumbled towards the still thrashing brunette, she only then became aware of the numbness in her left arm. Having been crushed by Shirlee's upper body weight during the body scissors' episode, it now hung limply by her side.
Whilst Shirlee desperately tried to push her leg off of the ground, the blonde planted her feet behind her and wrapped her right arm around the brunette's neck in what a professional would have described as a reverse headlock. Dropping her knee, she pulled back on Shirlee's neck for all she was worth. But Mary was a brawler, when it came to catfighting, even when she had both arms and her breath available. The trapped brunette gurgled obscenities and her face was contorted in pain as her spine bent into an impossible angle, but Mary didn't have the strength or technique to finish her off. As the feeling began to return to her left arm, she began to paw at Shirlee's breasts, desperate to return the tit scratching and biting she had received earlier. As her thrusts became more coordinated, the sheer fabric of the dress came away in her hand to reveal Shirlee's Petite Fleur quarter cup brassiere. As Mary's talons arced down to score the tender mammaries that were spilling out of the top of the undergarment, Shirlee's leg finally unstuck itself throwing both girls off balance and Mary's aim awry. Realising that the reverse headlock was not as easy as Candice Michelle made it look on TV, Mary decided to use one of the few parts of her body that had not been compromised in the catfight.
After proceeding to pull her thong midway down her thighs, Mary proceeded to release the headlock and throw the brunette onto the ground. Flopping onto her opponent's front, she proceeded to grind her pussy up against that of her opponent. Realising that the best form of defense is offense, Shirlee's hands proceeded to tear off her own shredded panties that were only being held in place, by this time, by her own sweat.
"Now we'll see whose the real woman?" gasped Shirlee, through her recently released windpipe. The two girls proceeded to lace their glistening legs together, and began to gyrate their hips.
The crowd now feel silent. Many of the onlookers were unable to believe that the titanic battle was going to be decided by a practice that most of them had only encountered in teenage masterbatory fantasies.
Above hip level, Shirlee's B-cup bust had worked itself free of its lacy undergarment, and was mashing itself against Mary's larger breasts. Shirlee's breasts, although not as large as Mary's, had the longer nipples and they speared into the blonde's, bending the latter's smaller rose tips into her own chest. The scratch from Mary's earlier tit mauling began to weep blood which forced the four breasts to repeatedly slip past one another every time so much pressure had built up.
But whilst Mary's breasts were struggling to hold parity, she was still able to leverage her position above the thrusting pelvis of her opponent to trap the brunette's engorged clit. Sensing her dominance in this area, the blonde sent her clit into series of rapid movements, stimulating the brunette. Shirlee, feeling her labia lips loosen under the stimulation, raised herself off her back with her elbows, in an attempt to mash Mary's rack still further. The movement momentarily opened her cunt, however, and it was the only opportunity Mary needed, as she used her own erect clit to repeatedly traverse the vulval opening. The screams and cries of the earlier part of the fight were now replaced by the moaning of both girls. As Shirlee, tossed her head back to muster every last trace of her resistance, Mary's clit continued to massage her nemesis' cunt.
“You’re loving this aren't you, you slut." Mary panted.
"When was the last time you had some action? Did you honestly believe Simon would want to swap my pussy for your tired, old cunt?"
Scenting victory, Mary's own nipples began to harden and release the pressure on her ravaged chest, before she continued.
"And my tits don't need implants to outf*** your saggy excuses for breasts."
Mary's clit expertly took her brunette to the brink of orgasm before momentarily breaking contact.
“Plead for it bitch.”
“F*** you,” mouthed Shirlee, after what seemed like an eternity, barely able to make the words audible.
Mary screwed her pelvis down and began to grind in earnest, as the battle finally reached its climax. Both clits collided again and again with increasing fury, until Shirlee's hips bucked involuntarily to the rhythm of her orgasm, the movement rippling through both bodies. As Shirlee's paraurethral ducts discharged warm rivulets of ejaculate, she let out a low moan, silencing the crowd.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH"
The moan trailed off into a sob as Shirlee slumped onto her back, her defeat striking home. The movement threw Mary onto her side. Pulling herself to her knees, she stumbled to her feet on rubbery legs. Shirlee lay simpering at her feet. Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion crashed over the blonde and she collapsed to her knees. Her male colleagues perched on the container walls, broke into spontaneous cheers and wolf whistles, that confirmed her victory and revived her. Rising unsteadily to her feet, at the second attempt, she rotated on the spot, taking in her supporters and the stony faces of Shirlee's followers. Stumbling groggily towards the container walls, she raised alternate hands in acknowledgement of those that cheered her, whilst the other tried to retain a modicum of dignity by covering her still unfettered breasts. On reaching the side of the container, she pulled the remnants of her shredded dress down from around her hips so as to cover her still engorged pudenda, before Simon pulled her out of the steel pit.
"I always knew that slut was hot for me. Take me home for a shower, baby. Who knows where that bitch's cunt has been."
Up on the landing, John, the CEO, turned to his head of Human Resources.
"I must say, Mary's standing has gone up immeasurably in my eyes in recent times. I think she's in line for a promotion. I could do with a girl like that as my PA. See to it will you……..And before you go, tell her that her first task can be to dial 911 for her predecessor."
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