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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: linftr on July 25, 2021, 11:08:31 AM
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I was quite surprised when I received a message from Anne, asking as to my health. My acquaintance with her was when we had fought at her bar/arena on my trip to Germany a year and a half ago. It wasn’t a friendly fight either, it was a nasty and lengthy brawl targeting everything, with us ending naked and tattered. It was a close fight, in spite of her having not only cheated, but violating me. I ended it by mauling her big old cxnt and making her scream her surrender, and got huge satisfaction by making her whimper in front of her supporters as she begged for sexual satisfaction.
Of course, I teased the clawed up bitch and left her squirming, figuring that was the last I would see of her. Until now, and her message, to which I replied and asked the reason for her contact with me. I was floored when she told me that she was coming to the United States on a trip, and wanted a rematch, if I wasn’t scared. She even sent me a photo of what she intended to wear. Realizing that my husband Tim would be off on yet another of his fishing trips on the date, I agreed.
She offered her hotel suite for the match, but I chuckled to myself. My country, my bar, I replied. It is nothing fancy, but I have fought there before, and will be perfect. A pending catfight certainly gets the blood racing, and while thinking back to our earlier fight, my mind was whirring with details to be arranged. I picked out my outfit, in black, so we would contrast, my black suit, alabaster flesh and red hair versus her white suit, olive skin and brunette hair. She taller, lighter, younger and less endowed up top, me smarter, sturdier and prettier.
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I had better check out Dolan’s, I thought to myself, my precious haunt from years ago, when I actually got into scraps locally. I still wander in for a nostalgic visit now and then, have my Crown Royal, and absorb the flow of memories.
I hauled into the back parking lot of Dolan’s Corner Bar in the morning, hoping to catch owner/bartender Jimmy finishing up his chores. “Nothing like the aroma of cases of empty beer bottles early in the morning” I offered to him as he is hauling out the last. For a guy who has been working as hard as he, he managed a wry smile as he wiped his brow and said “Hiya Linda, what brings you to this wonderful place at this time?”
“Well, you know those catfight pictures I gave you to display a few years ago, I have some more. You always tell me they are great conversation starters”. He nodded “Yup, everyone loves talking about them, and how you were quite the scrapper back then.” Of course, he got a glare, with the ‘back then’ remark, but I plowed on with my mission.
“You know, when I went over to Germany, I got into it with some cocky bitch in a beerhall. Here is a picture of how it ended” and I handed him a framed shot of a swarthy fleshed middle aged slut, wriggling her ass in the air, her pussy expecting something more. On her side, I was brightly smiling, having laid a dripping dildo on her. The caption read ‘Anne, a German bitch, after tangling with Dolan’s own Linda’. “Nothing like advertising your place, right James?” as he scanned the picture. “What is the other one, you were busy on that trip” he stated, only to be told that it should have a place of honor. The caption of the empty frame read ‘How Anne’s trip to America ended’.
A quizzical look on poor Jimmy’s face as he tried to figure out what this ‘picture’ is, when I tap his forehead to get his brain working. “James, for God’s sake, this bitch I beat is coming over and wants a rematch. And I want it here, I haven’t fought here in a long while, and you don’t even dust off my photos any more. Just pass the word, and after Ten O’clock on Sunday, lock the doors. You will make a killing, and I will completely humiliate this Kraut”.
“Lets go inside and make sure everything is set to go.” Having finished cleanup, we entered the ‘sparkling’ tavern from the rear, the lights seeming very dim in after the early morning sun. The first thing I noticed were two pics of this British whore Gina, of her lost fights with me, then one of that nasty Italian Renata in what was left of her hose, wallowing in defeat in front of a smiling me. Then, wrapping the gallery, a Scottish slut named Nancee, crawling off in defeat. Jim asks where I want the new ones, and I said to give them a place them right over the bar. In all the pictures, although the it was obvious I was unclothed, artful posing enabled the images of myself to be seen without embarrassment, unlike the pornographic depictions of my beaten foes.
Honestly, I remembered a brighter and happier place, but a lot of life has been lived at Dolan’s . In another age, I came here frequently. The long bar and brass rails still had a shine, and the two pool tables at the end of the main room stood ready for action. I mused that Anne might look interesting on one after I have laid her out and posed heron one of them. Jimmy and I agreed that we would be able to fight between the bar and the tables, in the space where they have ‘dance night’ or karaoke.
James piped up and said he has a video system installed, if I want it used. After thinking fora minute, I agree I look at the ‘battlefield’ and am actually quiet for a minute or two, wondering why Anne wants to do this. Bad enough to be humiliated in her own bar, but to be amidst strangers, hooting and laughing at her, something must be driving her. My musings about her end philosophically as I think ‘that is her problem’.
I am surprised at myself that I am revisiting my past, but when Anne contacted me, it triggered all sorts of memories. The two of us had done battle, a nasty filthy battle at ‘her bar’ and I left in triumph. I was proud of my victory, but I want those who knew me when I was younger to see me on top for one last time. This German woman, for all my trash talk, isn’t trash or a whore. She might even be my equal. That is what will make it so wonderful. Fighting and destroying my peer, in front of the old gang. I might be slumming, but will feel powerfully good.
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I am waiting in the office of the bar in a blue robe, my heels tapping. Tonight is the night, she has directions to the place, she has confirmed her arrival. Thank God this is a go.
I can hear a loud murmur from the packed bar. I peek out and am surprised at the numbers of strangers. How did they hear about this? The bell on the service entrance goes off and I hear Jimmy scurrying to open it, and greeting someone. She has arrived and is ushered into the ramshackle kitchen. James grabs me and asks “anything you two have to talk about? it is fifteen minutes till fight time”. I gulp, taking a complimentary shot of Crown Royal and say “ask her, I am ready”.
He brings us together and says “Lets go over the rules, no choking, no punching, and it goes on till the winner has had enough, right? Just so each of you can recover a little, once, you can each call a three minute time out at any time or for any reason. That will be the only break you get, ok?” I nod, and he looks over at Anne. “Well, you gals ready to go, I have a crowd waiting on this?” I start to head out to the bar area, every nerve tingling.
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LINDA!
It's online and we hadn't spoken in a long time.
Remember our fight.
It was tough and honest and this time she was the better and won.
I'm a fighter through and through, and whoever fights must expect to lose.
Sent her a quick "hello" and asked how she was doing.
She replied very kindly, but then proceeded to go on triumphantly about hers.
It annoyed me how she stated.
As she wrote, to be proud to have defeated a German bitch.
That was too much.
It took only a few messages before I gave her to understand that I did not want to let this defeat sit on me.
So it was clear that there would be a rematch.
Two weeks later I flew to Boston, stayed three days, enjoyed the city, and got over the jet lag.
Then I traveled on and stayed in a nice hotel.
The next day the time has come.
Based on the description, I look for Dolan's Bar.
The bar is found quickly, as is the entrance at the parking lot.
I ring the bell and am aware that i'm now entering the lioness's den.
The door opens to a nice guy who leads me through the sloppy kitchen into an office.
There she is!
I have no grudge against Linda, she is a fighter, won and humiliated me. Just like I want to do with her today. Greet you kindly, I am introduced to Jimmy and James and he gets straight to the point.
The rules are quickly explained, Linda and I agree.
"Whatever the outcome of this fight, dear Linda, I appreciate you and I'm looking forward to it. And since there is still a little time, I would like to have a big beer first!"
With these words I sit down in my white dress, red bolero jacket and red high heels in one of the office's club armchairs.
"And? Are you okay, Linda ?! I'm really looking forward to the fight with you ..."
Start a little conversation.
This helps me to cover up my nervousness, not to think about the tingling in my stomach and the upcoming event all the time.
The beer comes and I drink it with relish while we talk.
Then our conversation is interrupted.
It is time.
(Great Introduction! ;) )
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It figures, she acts nice with the owner and soaks up a premium beer. As I finish sipping my crown royal I give her a squinty glare. She isn’t fooling me with her ‘it is all a sport ‘ chatter. She just wants to humiliate me the way I did her. I am still wearing my blue robe as I stand up, and I open it, flashing my black mesh outfit with black bra and panties. “James, do you want to go out there and introduce us, I’ll be out in a moment” and he scurries out and I hear him yelling for everyone to quiet down.
In his absence, and in the only private moment we will have, I lean over you, slowly swaying , my breasts looming over you. “You know you don’t measure up to me. “ I point and then poke my finger at your face, wanting to establish who is boss before we enter the bar. I hear a huge cheer “That must be for me, Anne” and then another loud rumble. “I guess you tried to bring along some trash to cheer for you”.
Maybe you are having a language problem, or perhaps you are just dense, but I can’t read your expression. No matter, I inform you that “It’s time for you to get your fat ass out there, come on” and I reach to pull you out of the chair.
The door flips open and James states the obvious, it is showtime.
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You bend over me, your big tits swing back and forth in front of my face. Your finger appears in front of my face and I listen to you grinning.
I'm secretly happy that my talk excites you so much.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't consider that phrases can be taken literally. But don't worry, I'll show you and your big udders what I meant," I reply.
Then I'll let you help me out of the armchair, open my dress and take it off.
Come to you in the white fishnet swimsuit, stand up right in front of you and we stand face to face.
Thrust my breasts into yours.
"You old witch! I shook hands with you in sporting fairness and you ignored it. I won't hold back for that and take terrible revenge for my past defeat!"
I hiss.
"And now go out! Enjoy your last applause! "
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I hiss back, dropping my robe, as our breasts make contact, mine swell over yours as I feel your nipples press into my tits. I yank myself back and pivot, as the door is held open, and I blink into the lights that were set up for the video camera, and see blurry faces and a thick crowd in the modest sized establishment. I am ushered to my side of the dance floor, listening to the hoots and yells.
LOOKING GOOD LINDA! Is a fine thing to hear, while people from my past point and gesture. I haven’t fought here since just after my youngest daughter was born, my god, that was ages ago. I am announced as DOLAN’S OWN LEGEND, LINDA! And I soak up the applause, only to hear clapping and hoots for HER OPPONENT, ALL THE WAY FROM GERMANY, ANNE! I blink through the lights, and watch her acknowledging the polite greeting she has received.
REMEMBER, NO CHOKING AND NO PUNCHING. LETS LET IT RIP! And Dolan’s traditional opening bell, a screwdriver hitting a beer mug, sounds the start of the fight. Probably less formal than the bitch is used to.
I can’t worry about the crowd, I have to start this right, and I stride forward, heels clacking, hands up, looking to slap her silly before she settles in and gets used to her surroundings. I can feel my heart pounding, every nerve jangling. My first slap will take care of my nerves.
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I enter the guest room, the reception is not as friendly for me as it is for Linda.
But a "hey, you're hot baby!" or "Come on, knock Linda off the throne!" can be heard.
I go to my side of the "dance floor" and wave to the slightly drunk crowd.
A glass clink opens the fight and Linda comes up to me after a short lurking and gives me a resounding slap in the face.
My cheek is turning red and I rub it.
"It's a statement, bitch!" I hiss.
The crowd hoots a first time and it's clear that the majority are on your side.
But I will not be intimidated, come up to you, pull my hands up and try to reach into your red mane.
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What a feeling to have my palm sting from putting a handprint on her. She tried to shrug it off as nothing, but her face rubbing was for real. I ask if she wants to offer the other cheek, but instead she goes for my hair. As tall as she is, I am not going to grab for hers, as I feel strands getting taut, but I lean into her, the two of us almost stumbling as we make contact.
The crowd screamed after I slapped her, shouting to GIVE HER ANOTHER, but some traitor yelled out BALD HER ,ANNE! Pushing in close to her, my hands go to her shoulder and roughly scrape down, snagging the straps of her suit. Is harder to shift them then I thought, but I hope being topless in a foreign country while everyone is staring feels good.
Owww, that damned hair pulling hurts, as I squirm into her, trying not to give her any space. My heels don’t give much traction on the wood floor, but fortunately Dolan’s doesn’t polish it much. I am making progress on one side, the strap now on her upper arm and yells of GET HER TOP DOWN ring out. It looks like we are dancing, but I feel her breathing hard and straining, Even I am puffing and starting to sweat.
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I have the hands full of your hair, crushing hard.
Your fingers, your fingernails on my shoulders as you try to pull down the straps of the suites.
"Aaaaahh! What you can do, I can do too!"
I scream outrage.
Grab with the fingers of my right hand in the holes of the mesh tissue of your outfit and begin to tear it.
We continue to stumble over the dance floor, very close to the spectators.
I get a shock so we change our direction and we will stumble again to the center of the area.
Our heels rattle over the floor.
Now where I packed you on your dress, I see the opportunity to let go of your hair and hit your back on your back, your shoulders and your head. Splash! Splash! Splash!
I suggest faith, feeling like the fabric yields through my pull.
Throughout standings are impressed in the face of the fast-roughening fight.
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As I strain to peel her top down, she starts to thump me with her hand, although at least she let go of my hair. A red strand or two is hanging in the air, as I push in even closer to her, feeling her hot flesh , as I quickly bite her shoulder. Trying to use the surprise, I shove my head at your chin while working on your straps. Damn, even though the straps are loose, you are still covered.
As I swirl around, clutching you, I see my outfit looking frayed, you pulled and tugged it, it looks awful. I give up on the straps for now and clutch your breasts, digging into them. The crowd roars when they see me grab your globes. MILK HER LINDA, GET HER ON ALL FOURS. I wish I could see your expression as I sink my fingers in.
I pull away from you as best I can trying to drag you by your breasts. “I’ll pull them off you!” My hair is in my face, all the time I spent putting it up wasted after a few seconds of your yanking. I shake my head to get it out of my eyes and look to see if you are opening your legs as I pull you.
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"Iaaaaah!" i scream sharply as you bite my shoulder, press your head against my chin.
When you don't manage to pull down the straps of my bathing suit, you grab my breasts, dig your fingers, your fingernails deep into my flesh.
You go back,start pullibg on mybeautiful round breasts and force me to make one, two steps forward.
I tear the remnants of the fabric that still covers your tits and destroy it completely.
My fingers dig hard into your limp udders.
"What you can do, i can do too" i hiss with a distorted voice.
The crowd hoits us, cheers us on frenetically, in view of the increasing roughness of the fight.
Wirh my legs hip-width apart, i try to keep my balance and not let you pull me me across the dance floor by my breasts.
Our skin shows signs of the use of fingers and fingernails on our tits, the skin burns and turns red.
In order to be able to pull harder, you have your legsone behind the other, your lap is without protection and i try to estimate how quickly i could grab you there in order to cause you even more pain in your most sensitive place.
Our painful groans are drowned out in thr noise of the cheering spectators.
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Although the onlookers don’t get a good view, I can see your breasts as I dig into them, having peeled the white top off of them. They do get a flash of my white breasts as you shred my top, and they flap out, just before you grab mine. I have a head start on the boob pulling though, and though I yelp from the pain, I yank you forward step by step.
I see your legs spread apart, and I swing my knee up, saying “you should keep your legs closed, slut” as everyone is intently staring, wondering if I will successfully crush your woman hood. Awkward as it is to move with us tangling, I think I got my knee up there. I wish you were not taller than me I try to pull upwards on your boobs as I kick, both to block your vision of what I am doing, and to get you off balance and avoid a counter blow at my sweet snatch. I hate bitches with long legs.
I glance around, to see where we are, and we are a few feet from the pool tables, with the spectators shifting to give us room but staying close enough to see every detail. The flashes from the cameras are blinding, but I hope they got a good picture of my knee hitting her. Everything is a blur, and I flip my hair again, it keeps falling in my face and sticking to my forehead. I am squirming in hopes that my sweaty breasts will slip out of your clutches. How dare she try to maul my tits !
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You guess what I'm going to do and get me before.
I hear how you say, I should keep my legs closed, as your knee hit hard between my thighs.
With far-torn eyes, I hold my lap, wants to sink on my knees.
But you hold my tits firmly and does not allow it.
The pain moves through my body, paralyzes me, makes me unable to fight you.
Your successful action lets my anger on you to immeasurably rise.
You steer us in the direction of pool tables, while I try to get control of me again.
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Cheers erupt, LINDA GOT HER. LOOK SHE IS OUT OF IT. GET PICTURES OF THIS. The bar is throbbing with noise, beer being splashed by all the happy celebrants. I felt my knee hit solidly, just was not sure what I hit, but I am now almost holding you up by the tits, and towing you towards the pool tables, your heels scuffling on the floor. This is too easy, I say to myself, also thinking ‘but it won’t be for this one’ as it takes me a little while to shift your big carcass towards the table.
I sling you onto the table, face first, your bottom and legs hanging off it, and immediately start tugging the suit down. “Lets get you naked, I know you like showing off” and lean over the table and hitch your suit down to your hips. “You fat blob, its stuck at your ass” and slap your now wriggling butt hard. The sound is heard over all the yelling and the mob claps for me. “Just wait until I get her suit off her, you will really hear the spanking”.
This is what I dreamed of, coming back to Dolan’s after all these years and gaining a glorious win. I pay attention to you again, as you are starting to stir, and to remind you what is in store, I dart my hand between your thighs and scratch that meaty leg, leaving marks. “Lay there, Anne, I am not done with you.
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You drag me around the bar, beer splashes around and you triumph and put on a big show.
Pull my dress down to my hips, hit my ass loud and hard.
And while you savor your apparent triumph, I lie on my stomach on the table, breathing heavily, close to tears.
You let yourself be celebrated, cheered by your followers and savor the situation.
In the meantime I come to, gather my strength and press my palms on the green felt and push myself up.
While you are celebrating with your back to me, I come up and before anyone can warn, I grab it.
Grab your hair with the right, courage on the left the hem of your cheap sloppy outfit and bring you to the billiard table with a quick twist.
With one hand in my hair, I press you onto the green felt.
My left hand leaves your dress lis, slides under it and reaches for your femininity.
My fingers feel your soft flesh. Feel the two fleshy bulges and grab them with my fingers.
Now I'm grinning and looking into the surprised faces of the guys who just cheered you.
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I really hope these two Sluts rip one another's useless tits off once and for all.
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Huh, in total surprise that this German cxnt slipped off the poll table and has grabbed me from behind, , shoving me onto the table in a sudden turnabout. My soft tits smear themselves onto the felt of the table as I writhe, trying to crawl up and onto the table to escape. My efforts are spurred by your grubby fingers pawing at my pussy, squeezing my labia.
The cheering crowd stays cheering, except now they are yelling GET HER ANNE, STRIP HER, SHOW US THAT WHITE ASS. The faithless mob, fuck them, I think, and fuck Anne. My heels are flipping up and down as I lurch belly first onto the table, and I get a knee up on the edge. The moment my knee is up, the other leg starts to thrash and kick. If my heel hits anything, it is going to hurt.
If nothing else, my frantic motion makes it hard for you to do whatever filthy tihng you intended, and lessens the pressure of your fingers. Meanwhile, the mob gets a close look at your ass, as your outfit is hanging around your ankles, exposing you like the whore you are. LINDA STRIPPED HER FIRST they shout, even though some old slut is yelling that neither has tits worth a damn. OH SHUT UP DEE, YOU WERE ALWAYS JEALOUS OF A FULL RACK..
Coarse comments are made about either or both of us waving our bottoms on the pool table, as the entire bar gets raunchier. The bartender is concerned, but the both the drinks and the money is flowing, and he just tells the bouncer to watch out for any trouble.
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You try to escape me, I'll let go of your stinking pussy, grab your slutty outfit on the back and try to hold down.
But you try to come to the table and kick to me.
Your pointy heel meets me on the hip, I'm stumbling back and hold me tight on the fabric.
In reason of the swimsuit around my ankles i come to fall, your dress tears and i sit me down on the floor, hard on my butt.
Quickly I stroll off the swimsuit and come back on my feet while you finally escape on the table.
The mood in the bar is totally heated.
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Yes! I am free of her, as I feel my heel hit her and she tumbles away. EEeeeeek ! my outfit goes with her as she falls back, and I am crawling on the pool table stark naked, to the delight of the mob. I pivot on all fours, to see where Anne went, and see her rising form the floor, stepping out of her suit, also naked. I gesture at her, then shout “Get up here you whore, get up here and fight”
There are hoots and yells, OH YES, ON THE POOL TABLE. GET UP THERE ANNE, ARE YOU AFRAID. Of course, they just want us crawling around up there showing every inch of ourselves off, but I am angry enough to put up with the humiliation. I back away from the edge, giving you room to get up, the felt feeling very strange on my knees, and of course, by backing away, there is almost no one behind the tables, so I am ‘hiding’ my ass and pussy from the cameras and eyes of all.
I beckon to you, seeing the bruise my heel put on your hip and wishing I had sunk it in someplace softer. “Get up her and let me scratch those little breasts off”. My fury is aroused, this dirty creature had grabbed at my precious pussy, and has stripped me in my own bar. I will not be embarrassed by her !
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You kneel naked on the pool table, try to hide your tits, your femininity and insult me.
When i get up and look at the scene, i find the sight pretty ridiculous.
"You old cxnt!"
I shout audibly to everyone,
"I'll come up there and then I'll tear off your nipples and stick my fingers into your slimy cxnt!"
My call causes immediate reactions in the crowd.
"Yes Anne! Get on the table and grab her pussy!"
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"Remove the cobwebs from between her thighs!".
With cheers like that, I don't allow myself to be asked for long, climb onto the table and kneel to the other end. And to embarrass you a little more, I show my charms unabashedly.
"Well, honey! Are you ready ?!"
The predominantly male audience roars, beer splashes around again and it smells of testosterone.
"But remember, whatever you're going to do, you I'll do it with you as well!"
I slowly come towards the middle of the table.
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My mouth drops as you get up on the table. Instead of trying to close your legs and pretend you have some modesty, you are showing off, and getting wildly cheered. The barflies shout for me to do the same and I instinctively shake my head no. THAT GERMAN HONEY LOOKS PRETTY GOOD yells one very drunken man as my lower lip flexes in a pout.
I start to crawl to meet you, as you advance slowly to the middle of the table, but then move more quickly, and then I try to ‘charge’, although it isn’t as fast a I would have hoped. I have no practice crawling fast, and while my tits and bottom are moving around, it seems to take forever to reach you. As I do, I arch up, hoping to go right over you, and when your head lifts to block, thump, thump, my heavy breasts smack you with sweaty impacts. I place one hand on your back and try to lurch over you, and pin you down.
I see your dark hair between my breasts and your body shifting as my tits pop free of your face and my belly rubs on your head. I am panting from the frantic exertion, and as my head lifts to catch a breath, I see the crowd staring at me, admiring my efforts, in my mind at least.
I gasp out “I got her” as I start to drop down from my lunge.
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I move towards you, you also start moving, come towards me.
Our breasts wobble back and forth as we try to crawl quickly across the pool table.
We meet in the middle of the green felt.
You're faster than i, as i try to get up, you press my face between your mighty tits, than you hold me down and throw yourself on my back.
Your weight is heavy on me.
Ican hear you scream, hear you triumphantly shouting to the guys that you had me.
Oooh, you smug cow!
For that I will humiliate you, not hurt you, no, i want to hit you in the marrow.
I reach out my hand, feel your thighs left and right of it.
Slide my hand forward, slide it over your lap and let slide two fingers into your warm, wet hole.
Push two fingers very deep in, want that you feel your German opponent touching you in a really humiliating way.
Some guys standing behind you see what I'm doing, just freaking out.
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I did it, my tactic worked, and I have one hand pressing down on your back and the other carving trenches in your ass cheek, as I arch up, my nipples proud on my hanging breasts. I feel you clutching at my thighs as I loom over you, your hair slick against my rounded tummy, when your hands shift and move up, and find my fleshy twat.
Even as the pictures and videos are being taken of me thrilled with my mounting of you, your fingers somehow slither into my pussy, they didn’t hesitate a second in opening my gaping lips. Again, I am aghast, and this time I stiffen, my whole body shuddering, as you are clearly stuffing my precious pussy. My ass sticks up, trying to pull myself away, and again, I try to crawl forward on the table to escape.
The fellows looking right up my bottom are screaming SHE IS WIDE OPEN, THAT HAIRY cxnt WAS ASKING FOR IT. Now the remainder of the mob realizes what is going on, and they realize how dirty this fight is, and how the ’foreigner’ wants to give them a type of action they never saw. All my old fights in Dolan’s never revealed me in this way, it was only when I was out of town that I risked this type of action.
I screech for you to get out of there, as I see people I have known for my entire life stare at this scene. I use my nails that were clawing at your ass to gain traction by hooking your butt and pulling me forward, deep red streaks showing on your olive skin, as I curse you to hell.
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YEESSSS!
I have my fingers in this old cxnt, slide them deep inside.
Oooh, how humiliating it must be for her!
The drunk guys around us are yelling loudly.
What a good feeling!
However, this is painfully interrupted when you hit your claws in the skin of my ass and pull yourself over me.
Have to let go of your wet hole, you climb over me to flee to where?
As soon as the opportunity arises, I'll come up, turn around and look out for you.
Where is the old woman?
Has she had enough already?
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I feel air down there, my clomping knees hit your hip as I go by, as I gasp, flipping my hair out of my face and looking to see if I am being pursued. All I see is your scratched up bottom and you starting to get up. Seeking revenge, I grab your right leg and press on it, ignoring all the idiotic yelling going on.
I hitch my knees over and look between my hanging tit, and have you all lined up when I extend my leg. After my humiliation, I cannot resist a little play to the crowd. I lift my leg, gently swishing my heel "Which hole should I stick it in?" I feel you pinned leg throb, it is delightful to have you fear what you know is coming.
"Are you ready Anne?" as I see you lifting your head and swiveling it.
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As I anticipate delivering a crushing blow to this nasty German, I notice that the more refined and intelligent 'fans' are rooting me on. It is nice to still be regarded as the class of the field. I acknowledge a couple of them with a nod and wink, before lashing out with my foot.
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Fucking hot match!
May the better one win!
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You crawled over me, getting back on your feet.
Before I can get up again, you grab my leg, hold it tight and play with the cheering audience.
Hold my leg in the iron-hard grip, I tug at my leg, but can't free myself.
I see you lift your foot, hover it over my lap and ask everyone around us what you should do.
"Ooooh NO! That can't be true!"
it shoots through my head.
"Do I really have to rely on the old cow's mercy now ?!"
Pull hard on my leg, trying desperately to free myself.
I get a little panicked at your ability to hurt myself.
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“Damn you” as your wretched long leg stiffens up and strains, tugging me to the side, sending my lashing heel into your squirming rump. The flesh indents, you are very lucky not to be punctured, I hear you yell, but all I can think is that my heel should have been lodged in your cxnt. YOU MISSED IT! they shout, as well I know, and instead of wrestling with your leg, I release it and step to your side.
I suck in a breath and sneer at you, “look at you bruises on your hip and ass, scratches on your thighs and breasts, give up now!”. YOU FORGOT THE BITE MARK someone snickers, the crowd seeing how you are starting to look beat up.
As you flounder, I press the sole of my heel on your flank, and try to pressure my heel into the side of the tit that is oozing out from under you. Forgetting my complete nakedness, I want you to squeal in pain in MY bar.
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I scream in pain when you kick and I'm sure you would have liked to have met me somewhere else.
But that was enough to make me scream out loud.
And that's not the end of it.
See your high heels appear next to me. And then there is this pain, even worse than before.
Something is boring into my tit from the side, roughly where my nipple is. Oooh how mean is this pain, it pulls into the flesh of my beautiful breast.
I hit your foot and your leg, finally I can free myself, but that leaves a deep, bloody trace.
Rest my palms on the green felt, which has some dark red fresh stains, and try to get back on my feet before you continue to torture me.
This is YOUR bar but not your victory yet.
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I am shredding her! I look for the next spot for my heel, but you hit my leg and I stagger backwards on the felt. Regaining my balance, I see your torso rising and your bleeding breast dripping. Jimmy is going to really resent having his pool table stained!
You are trying to rise, and I want to keep punishing you. I drop to my knees with a clomp sound and lean forward, shoving you towards the edge of the table. I shuffle on my knees as fast as I can, one hand shoving to keep you off balance. This bitch is going to get ridden like the old horse she is, as I tilt to my left and swing my right leg over, just clearing your olive ass. RIDE HER LINDA, USE SPURS ! and I only wish I had spurs. I reach for your hair even before I drop my leg, to use as a handle and to control this sweaty nag. If only your hair was longer, it would make a perfect set of reins.
Betting has dropped off on the fight, as almost no one is willing to bet on the beat up German whore. LINDA IS SLAUGHTERING HER. I tell myself to finish Anne off fast, I can spend all the time I want humiliating her afterwards. Hell, a second shift can come on and work this bitch as far as I am concerned.
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GREAT MATCH
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I am just about to get up on my feet when I receive a push from you and fall on my hands again.
Can't believe what happens then!
The old bitch swings on my back and rides me like an old horse.
I have to stop this immediately.
Put my left hand around your left knee, push myself up and then grab your right knee.
Like a child, I piggyback you
Now comes the hardest part.
Get up with those fucking high heels.
Bring my right leg forward, push myself up, moan, groan, but I manage to get you on my back.
And what now?
I stand on the table, swaying slightly, wondering whether I should let myself fall on my back in pro wresting style.
But that would also be too brutal with our relationship to one another.
So I bend my knees a little so you don't fall that hard and deep.
And then I let myself fall backwards. With all my weight on you and the table.
It bangs really well and I can hear my body pushing the air out of your lungs.
The crowd starts to hoot at the exertion and this great move.
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Feeling Anne throbbing between my legs as I rise her, I swish and preen, while holding onto her hair for balance. As I feel the tremors of her trying to lift, I clutch her dark roots closely, but then I feel it, she is actually rising! My hands drop around her torso so I don't fall backwards as she holds my legs, and am I amazed that she has staggered upwards.
Now clutching her bleeding tit for dear life, we start to teeter around the pool table until she loses her balance and falls, with me under her. It is earth shaking, as my butt hits first, then my back, then my head.. I et a double whammy when her head mashes my mouth. Air blurts out of me and I groan as the impact flattens me and sends my limbs splaying out. My eyes are rolling as I try to suck in air, with this heavy lump moving around on me.
My blinking eyes are further blinded by flash after flash, as the crowd is taking pictures and betting actively once again. I shake my head and ring my arms in, seeking to heave yo uoff me. When I hear the shouts about how great Anne was, my dazed brain can hardly comprehend what just happened.
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OMG!!!
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You lie dazed under me, I roll off you and off the table in the thunderstorm of flashlights.
Marked by the fight, I stand next to the table, suck the air deep into my lungs and try to collect myself again.
A thin trickle of blood runs down my chest, down my flank.
See you lying on the table and step on its narrow side.
Grab you by your ankles and pull you to the edge of the pool table with your ass.
I grin at the audience proud of my mean idea.
Then I lift my right foot and place it between your thighs on the edge of the table.
The sole of the shoe is in front of your pussy, the heel somewhere further back or below, you can see it on it.
Slowly I start pulling on your feet and my shoe presses into your crotch.
Look into the glassy eyes of the drunk men.
"Hey Folks! Should I pull harder ?!" and they reply
"Yes! Yes, Anne! Pull harder!"
They growl in the face of the show.
And I pull a little tighter on your ankles and my shoe presses more firmly into your femininity.
"What is boys ?! Is that enough for you or should I pull even tighter ?!"
I scream into the cheering crowd.
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I sense motion and flashing lights as I lay on my back on the pool table, with a salty taste in my mouth. I feel a tug on my legs and my ass starts scuffing on the felt. Huh? and I lift my dazed head up and see Anne grinning and smiling as she hauls on my ankles and lifts her leg, her heel showing at the edge of the table. My hands start to beat on the table and I start yelling "Let go!" as I feel the sole of her foot rub on my thighs.
Some drunken slob is leering over Anne's shoulder, staring into my open pussy as it nears her wicked heel. The mob is screaming, they could never imagine such a thing, as I squirm before her sole grinds on my mound, my pubes grating into flesh, just asI feel pressure on my labia and clit. I gasp and yell again. "Stop that you fuck", and I bend up and my hand pushes on your sole, only to end up tilting your foot back and arching your heel into me! My eyes shoot open, your heel is in me, oh damn, she will fuck me with that heel in front of everyone !
I am crazed, one hand on your foot, the other flailing on the table and hitting the side pocket. Frantic , I grab the orange ball in it and fling it at Anne's head. Totally surprised, she dips down to avoid it, and it goes Thunk on the drunks head. Serves him right for staring at my snatch! In the confusion, I roll to the side and flop off the table, onto all fours in a most ungainly way, and crawl and scurry as best I can to the other end of the table on the grubby floor.
The place erupts LINDA CHEATED as opposed to NO RULE AGAINST PLAYING POOL, but the general feeling is that throwing the ball was a 'dirty move'. I don;t care, I I refluff my mashed bush and feel my invaded pussy, while listening for my foe as I regroup on the floor . I hear her clacking heels and get ready to lunge at her. I am furious that she is turning my crowd against me, and has gotten to my snatch at least three times already.
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I love to torment you this way!
Suddenly I see you throw something at me and dodge lightning fast.
A loud cry of pain can be heard behind me.
Turn around and see the overly curious guy behind me with a bleeding wound on his head and the orange billiard ball rolling across the floor.
This is the opportunity for you to escape from the pool table, to put yourself in order and to resume the fight.
I come around the table, stand up across from you with a little distance.
"C'mon Linda. I'm a fair sports woman, get up when you're ready and let's finish it!"
This nice gesture causes applause from the watching men.
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Red faced (and red crotched) I stagger to get up, "I don't need your permission to get up and kick your ass" I hiss, as I clutch the table for support. Your playing to the crowd is insufferable, how dare you pretend to be so sportsmanlike. You keep trying to stuff things in my pussy!
I step away from the table, sucking in a breath, and making sure my breasts rise and sway, knowing you can't match my tits. I can almost feel the eyes watching my pink nipples shifting. Without any other preliminaries or talking, I rush at you, hands up, claws going for your cheeks. I'll carve that smile off her face. The crowd, that had moved closer, backs away to give us room, as my charge thunders on the wooden floor.
As I reach up, i let you know that "i'll be working your cxnt with my heel a little later, bitch". For now, I just want you taking punishment. Someone shouts KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED THIS TIME and I flinch and actually wonder if they are open.
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"That lousy toad!"
It shoots through my head as you pounce on me without warning, your hands raised, your claws leave red marks on my face.
"Iaaaaaah!"
I scream out loud in searing pain. Throw my hands up and they grab what they get to grasp first.
They claw into your voluminous tits! And while I draw back with your hands on my face, my fingernails press deep into your tender flesh. Our naked female bodies tumble across the open space in battle.
The drunken people around us burst out into jubilation again.
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Swirling around the open dance area, my nails are being pushed away from your cheeks as your longer arms extend, and your height makes me arch upwards. My thrill at clawing you peters out, and I feel your claws deep in my breasts as the pain registers. I scream "my tits! OWWWWWWW" and try to drop my hands to your boobs, only to have your arms blocking.
I try to twist free, but your nails are embedded, and it is my turn to back away, this time with my hands scratching at your wrists to make you let go . Your face is marked, I have left tracks, as they shout how LINDA GOT HER, but no one can see what your talons are doing to my breasts. It feels like you are ripping them off. I dip lower, trying to shake your grasp, finally leaning forward to bite at your arm.
COME ON, GET HER TITS LINDA as the battle has swung once again.
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My fingers dig deep into your tits and I'm comfortable with them.
But you obviously don't.
As we stagger across the dance floor in a fight, you try to free yourself, even go as far as biting my wrist.
My cry of pain rings through the bar, drowning out the hoot of the crowd.
I take my hands from your breasts, withdraw my wrist from your teeth.
Your bites have left clear marks and I look at you angrily.
"That was too much, you old hag!" I scream.
"It's time to put an end to it all!
I'll tear off your fucking labia!"
And then I rush towards you again.
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Yes, chewing on that limb did the trick, my breasts are swinging freely, although sore and clawed. " I'll make you scream even louder, whore!" I snarl, but involuntarily hitch back when you threaten to attack my fleshy lips, my sweet snatch already abused by you several times.
I follow my instinct and hitch my ass back and up (never mind the view the guys at the bar have) and drop my head and shoulder to hit your middle as you charge in. I am staggered by the impact, and am moved closer to the bar, stools clattering as we get nearer, and I feel your hands brushing my hanging boobs as you seek my labia.
My own hands encircle you, grabbing your ass cheeks, digging and spreading, while my head twists, and I bite again, this time into the side of your fatty tit. I growl, thrilled that as I wriggle my bottom, my twat is a difficult target, and knowing how you hate my vicious biting. That soft side meat on your breasts must already be purpling as I clamp down. BITE HER RED !DON'T LET HER BACK YOU UP. It encourages me that some are still cheering for me.
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"Iaaaaaaaah! You shit whore howls my scream one more time through the stuffy, beer-smelling room!
You threw yourself against me and bite into my breast while my hand reaches down between your thighs.
This unspeakable pain spurs me on more to grab your labia, pulling and twisting it until you are ready to submit.
Our sweaty bodies stick together, each striving to hurt the other, torment the other.
Your teeth press deep into my flesh and tears come to my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
My fingers claw into your bulging soft lips, tug and twist it hard.
The fight reaches an unexpected hardness is fought as dirty as possible.
Each of the fighters pursues their goal that of the other to hurt relentlessly.
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Ohhhhh, as I try to breath, my head slides past your tit, and my teeth rake along your sweaty flank. Frantic to hurt you, my fingers grabbing your ass start to claw, one slashing your ass, the other digging in between your cheeks. As unspeakable as it is to me, I aim to lance your anus. She deserves it!
You keep lunging in, your hands poking between my thighs and clutching for me until I feel my pink lips each being grabbed. WOW, LOOK AT THOSE THINGS STRETCH ! shout the guys still at the bar, hardly three feet away, as it is my turn to scream and howl. PULL THEM TO HER KNEES, ANNE ! I scream again, and stamp my feet, my poor pussy being ripped wide open, as I feel your nails digging in so you don;t lose your grip. My white butt dances in pain, and my clouded mind stops thinking and just reacts to the torture.
Locked into each other, I start to sink down, hoping the you won't be able to keep your hands on my distended pink flaps. GET PICTURES OF THAT! No, No, No...I groan "Let go Anne!. Let go!"
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You go slowly on your knees, try to pull your pussy away from my fingers.
I'm not ready to let you escape and go down with you on the greasy floor. And while I try to let your sensitive femininity not escape from my fingers,
i can feel your fingers between my buttocks.
"You don't dare to do that!"
i hiss threatening.
We kneel on the floor sweaty, fighting bitterly for every little advantage.
In order not to let you escape, i push two fingers into your cxnt, turn my fingers around and twist them into two hooks.
As if your hole were a fish's mouth, my fingertips press into your soft flesh. Apparently little happens between us, but everyone standing around knows for sure what a bitter struggle is going on in secret.
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Great fight Ladies!I'm looking forward to see who wins.
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Wriggling like a hooked fish after you insert your fingers in me and curl them, I of course lance your ass with a scraping plunge. My other hand goes around your thigh, and grabs your slippery pussy and squeezes whatever I can grab. I try to twist my bottom to the side, to make the angle harder for you to exert pressure. Of course, the natural thing to do with my mouth, instead of more yells, is to lean in and and bite your fat ass !.
The crowd thinks I have taken the advantage, as they see me jabbing your bottom and biting you, while my stretched out lips hide your fingers entrance into me. Somehow, I feel so open down there, as if your fingers can enter or leave at will. I just wish they would leave ! I start to shuffle my knees forward, and try to pry you over, wanting you on your back and fully exposed.
I am not sure whether you love or hate my violation of your ass, but your bottom is surely bouncing to the rythm of my stabbing fingers.
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Do my fingers give you pleasure or do they humiliate you?
Doesn't matter!
I am going to find that out!
Try to maintain my position so that your femininity does not escape me and start moving my fingers back and forth in your cxnt to find out whether you are cursing or moaning.
Push rhem hard into you.
Stop for a second as you bite my butt. I tear my moutg up into a silent cry of pain.
You take the opportunity, push yourself forward on your knees and are about to get into my back.
The target of my attack between your thighs threatens to elude my fingers.
The old woman actually continues to resist instead of surrendering to me.
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All this bitch can do is focus on my pussy, her fingers now sliding in and out, as she burrows into it like some animal. Fortunately as I swivel and push her , her now dripping fingers slide out as I hitch myself around to her side and then start crawling aboard her, my tits literally slithering on her sweaty back as I shift behind her.
Since the slut hardly notices her ass being reamed , I reach under her and clutch her boobs, mauling them as I climb on and using them as grips. I can feel them squishing between my fingers, our knees keep shifting and tangling , as I ride her. My mind darts, thinking that if I cared about a strap on, I would be in a perfect position to use it. I jab my nails into her breasts, using them as spurs, and order Anne to crawl. "Move you German cxnt, lets show everyone what an obedient bitch you are".
As my thighs shift, hitching along with your plodding knees, I feel how slick and swollen my sex is. I shove in close behind her, rubbing my wiry pubes on her butt, and keep my nails sticking and poking her breasts, every so often tugging them. "Do you want to be milked?" STAY ON HER RED, SHOW HER WHO IS BOSS.
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You evade my dirty attacks.
Get on my back, I can feel your wiry pubic hair and your elongated labia on my skin.
You grab my breasts, knead them, pretend you want to milk them.
My tits are at the mercy of your hands and are mercilessly maltreated by you. Then you sit on my back as if I were a horse.
But that's not enough for you, like a cow girl you start to ride me, drive your heels into my flanks as if you were wearing spurs.
What a humiliation!
Ehat can I do?
Slowly crawl to the long side of the billiards table as you ride me triumphantly.
And then I just let myself tilt to the side so that we fall on the floor next to the table.
Oh my gosh!
Hopefully the landing won't be too hard and painful!
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Feeling Anne underneath me, hearing her grunt and yelp as I prod her, and being urged on by the crowd, who have swung back to me, things are looking up. I give her breasts an extra hard squeeze and am rewarded by her yell, just before she tilts over on her right side, spilling me away from the table.
A little shocked, my left leg immediately shoves against her back, as I pull my right leg out from under her. My now gaping pussy is not going to get attacked again! My legs start pedaling, as if on a bicycle, lashing, kneeing and hitting her back to gain space. My hip slowly slides on the gritty floor, shifting my wounded snatch away and gaining space. Hoping I am far enough away, I try to roll onto all fours and get up, though worried about an attack as I rise.
Once I am up , I can kick this bitch where she deserves it. I owe her some pussy punishment. She must have gone after my crotch half a dozen times , or more. "How did you like crawling under me Anne? Your little breasts look longer now!"
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We land quite hard on the floor and immediately feel Linda's kicks in my back.
She is obviously trying to get some distance from me.
After a short rest, come on all fours, just about to get up when a kick hits me from behind between my thighs!
Yowling, I fall back to the floor and hold the crotch.
You stand triumphantly above me, i can hear your malice that you spread.
This is my drive to get back up.
My tits and my femininity hurt.
But I still have an account to be taken with you.
Finally I stand swaying next to the table, concentrate again and then finally come to you.
Grab your red mane with my left hand, try to pull your head down, and start hitting you with my open hand. "Splash! Splash! Splash!"
My palms keep hitting your bare skin.
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"Like having my foot hitting your cxnt, Anne?" as I watch you tumble back down, and clutch the pool table to get up again. You look a mess with all the claw and bite marks all over you, and your gasps almost match mine as you finally get up.
I brace for your attack, thighs close together, my hands ready for the next assault on mu snatch, except you grab my hair and yank. Owwww, hands start to come up, even as my cheek and chin each get slapped hard. I stagger back, protecting my face when the next slaps start juggling my breasts with loud meaty slaps. Again I yell, and my flying boobs catch the fancy of the mob who cheer it on. KEEP THEM FLYING ANNE.
I twist and try to cover my reddened tits, but you keep jerking my hair and throwing me off balance. As we thrash away from the first pool table, I bump into the second, and ricochet back towards the bar, tryin to get my stride , throwing a slap at your tits in return. Your targets aren't as big, but I think I stung one, even though my own breasts get another pair of healthy hits. I am wincing, and stop backing away and throw myself into you, clutching and clinging to stop the barrage.
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You don't back down anymore, you try to defend yourself and put me on the defensive.
I respond, grab your red locks with my both hands and start twisting.
Think you will follow a few steps on your high heels before falling to the ground.
And then I'll get you back for everything.
And I mean everything!
Every scratch on my tits,
every bruise and
red mark of your hands and nails. Determined i pull your hair and try to make yourself fall.
The guys around us who are getting more and more drunk scream and hoot loudly.
They delight in the roughness and doggedness with which we continue the fight.
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I Push you back, bodies thumping together, and the slaps stop, the stinging in my breasts lessening, as you lean away from me, but with both of your hands in my hair and shaking and twisting, I can't stay in close. You are almost dragging me by my hair, as I shout and make faces. I see some of my hair fluttering down on one of the tables, as I stagger after you, trying to lessen the strain.
Something has changed in the fight, this bitch is no longer just aiming for my pussy. Yeeow ! I yelp, almost tripping as I am slung by my hair and follow you. TALL ONE IS TAKING CONTROL, WATCH HER! and I hear that clear as a bell and realize that drunk is right. I have to stop that, my hands reach up to either claw your face or grab your hair, but your arms block my efforts. Frustrated, I try to set up to kick but keep getting slung by my hair, tilting to one side, then the other as you yank.
I try to speed up and get some slack in your hair pulling, as I almost feel my eyeballs rattling from the constant head shaking. GO FOR HER PUSSY LINDA, HER ARMS ARE HIGH but I wish it was that easy, as I teeter side to side on my heels, trying to stay upright. I slash my nails low, just as I am pulled again, and leave marks on her hip. "Stop moving you bitch". She has to get tired of this before I am bald, my scalp is burning and I am wobbling like a puppet
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I pull and yank your hair, keep trying to bring you down.
Your fingernails are almost always somewhere on my body.
Leaving more and more traces on me.
Then one more jerky movement and you finally fall on the dirty floor. Immediately I take two steps towards you again, swing my leg over you and try to sit on your body.
Finally this wild red mane lies under me with the beaten and scratched meat that goes with it.
Now I'll give her the rest ... at least that's my resolution when I want to put my butt on you.
Want to break your will to defend yourself against me, want you to acknowledge my superiority this time.
The shame about the last lost battle is too deep.
Am obsessed with taking revenge for it.
And the stake will give me the final satisfaction.
You shall be humiliated by me as you have never been humiliated before.
The crowd around us can hardly speak clearly or stand up straight.
But they all hoot, sometimes calling on one, sometimes the other, to new meannesses.
They drool with lust and can hardly contain themselves.
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After being heaved around by my hair, the inevitable happens, I skid and trip on my heels, tugged down to land flat on the dirty floor. Oppphh, as I land , almost tits first, my feet flapping around as the mob yells LINDA IS DOWN ! Just after that, i feel the weight, the sweaty , hot and heavy weight of you sitting on my back, perched squarely astride me.
I groan again, almost as if I was being burped, my breasts slide out to either side, as my head lifts and wobbles. GET HER OFF YOU LIN! and I try to push my shoulders up and gasp, I can;t hef tup this lump. Then I arch my ass, trying to get my knees up. At least I make some progress, though I feel a firm hand shove down on my ass, and my knees slide flat again. I reach out for the pool table, maybe I can claw my way up it, as I feel the threat of you being able to keep me down. for some reason, you haven;t started clawing or ripping or spanking...yet.
The crowd is getting impatient, they can feel something brewing, some want me to magically get up, others want to see what Anne will do. I feel washed out, weighted down on the hard floor and am panting for breath. I try to twis tmy head and look at you, to et a hint of what is going to happen.
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I sit on you and try to stabilize my position, to stay firmly in the saddle while you defend yourself desperately under me.
You reach for the pool table, pull your legs under you, but it seems I can control you.
Now that I feel safe on you, I'm starting to cover your head with a barrage of slaps.
As if out of my mind, I hit your head in a wild staccato of hits.
"You lousy bitch! Give up! Tell me you're submitting!"
I interrupt the series of blows, press my ten fingernails into the skin of your back and pull them over it with relish. Ten beautiful red stripes form on your skin.
The crowd hoots.
Loud shouts can be heard such as "Give her the rest!" or "Finish her!"
The out of home fight is developing more and more into a home game.
"YOU OLD cxnt!
Do you have enough? !!"
I yell at you from your back.
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I hear your shrill screaming as my back burns. Your nails have carved furrows in my white flesh, which even my slap addled head can register. I arch my bottom up a little higher, ignoring the shouts about my upraised ass and twat, and start to hitch backwards, my head almost hiding between your thighs as they protect from more slaps.
I wriggle desperately, my rear thrashing as I try to withdraw from under you. This fuck is trying to mark me up as badly as I bit and clawed her, I have to get out from under. A couple of whores who I beat up in Dolan's a zillion years ago are yelling for you to keep clawing, while the better types want me to turn it around. CMON LINDA, BEAT THAT BIG KRAUT.
We are both slick, sweaty and bloody, and maybe that wet vagina of yours is lubricating my escape, as I feel myself starting to squeeze back. Of course, you grab my hair with one hand as you see me backing out, but I try to pull my head anyhow. I feel like I was scalped already, there must be red hair everywhere, but I gasp and struggle to get air and freedom.
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I sit triumphantly on you.
You start to hump under me, curl your back, pull your head in.
Suspect that you are trying to get me off you, grab your hair again and hold on to them.
Ride you like an experienced cowgirl, poking my heels into your flanks every now and then.
Should we both have deja vue?
With my free hand i slap on your ass and leaving impressive red prints.
"Have you had enough or should I go back to your cxnt or torture it?"
This time the win should be mine and i should be able to return the favor for my last defeat.
Cheering of the drunk guys enthusiastically increases my momentary satisfaction.
The only thing I'm missing now is your submission.
But I am still determined to force this from you.
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My buns flap from the spanking, upraised cheeks waving to the happy crowd, jiggling even more when your heels prod my sides. I try and shift and pull my head back, but my hair is so tightly held I can hardly move. I try to get my arms around your thighs, or your ankles or something, but I can't move those heavy limbs. I am pinned, pinned like an insect by this sweaty lump.
I hear you asking for my submission, and also hear all the suggestions coming from the mob. My feet flip up and down, tapping the floor in frustration, as one leg arches out, then the other, then both knees tucked in again trying to topple you by lifting my ass as high as possible. "You fat fuck, get off me, You weigh a ton, get off". and I almost start to sob. I had her before, I was marking her up, embarrassing her, how can this be, I am stuck. Realizing the target my elevated ass offers, I start dropping it, as if lowering a flag in surrender.
In a low murmur I almost whisper "I submit Anne, I quit". and all my thoughts of a triumphant return to my old haunt vanish, the last memory everyone will have of me is this. I squirm and sag down, feeling you pressing down on me as I dread even worse to come.
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Oh wow! Anne took her! She took her! OMG!
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Quite a fight!Enjoyed every minute.Thanks for the great battle Ladies! HHMMM,I wonder...lol
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Great fight between two top bitches. Congratulations on the win Anne.
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I ride wildly on you, can destroy all your attempts to get rid of me.
And then it's finally here!
The real moment of triumph when I hear you whimper softly.
When you admit your defeat.
I want to enjoy how i sit here on you. How you're just a pile of misery.
Raise my free hand and look down at the crowd around us.
"Tell me folks!
Who is the best and toughest fighter here ?!"
And many shout
"Anne! Anne! You are the hottest and best fighter ever!"
And I enjoy how one of the audience celebrates me.
Then I turn to you again.
"And Linda ?! Are you ready? Ready for a humiliation like you haven't seen before?"
I ask down to you.
All pain, all humility is forgotten, because i'm the champ of Dolans Bar!
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The crowd is roaring, jumping up and down, incredulous that LINDA LOST? THAT TALL ONE IS RIDING HER! and indeed I feel your ass squashing down on me, my freshly spanked ass a deep red, my exhaustion accented by my admission of defeat. It is so incredibly shameful to lose here as I now start to hear individual remarks, from those who were cheering the fight, from long term friends, and worst of all, from Anne. The scene of so many of my triumphs, I am now absorbing grit from the dirty floor.
My feet are still beat the floor when I her her say "are you ready?' and my head bobs up, muttering ready for what, when my dazed brain realizes that there will be payback for how I treated this miserable Kraut back in Germany months ago. I see eager eyes staring in, everyone is aching to see what happens, this bitch has my bar at her fingertips. I try to push my shoulders up, and fail, and see some guy with a proper camera set up manuevering to take a formal picture to be framed, as is typical at major events at Dolan's. LINDA EVEN BROUGHT THE FRAME!
My mind is darting around, I would kick myself, but I fear Anne will do much worse. How could I have gotten into this filthy fight here, in my own hometown. I stopped fighting here years ago, and now this. I break into tears as I ooze into the floor. Maybe she will take pity on me.
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I enjoy the hoots and cheers of the drunk crowd.
Let go of you and turn to the crowd.
"What should we do with her? Should I leave Linda to you ?!"
Frenetic cheers break out, but a look at you and your face, wet with tears, makes me feel sorry for yourself.
I go to Jimmy and whisper in his ear, whereupon he disappears briefly and comes back with a small cotton bag and gives it to me.
Grin at the guys and shout
"NO! I will not allow that! I will devote myself to her!".
Then I turn to you and tell you to stand up.
Open the bag, pull out a Feeldoe and look at you.
"I think you know what's going to happen," I grin.
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Your weight is off me, and I start to wriggle, pushing my shoulders up, as I watch you prance around, enjoying your moment. I see you motion the owner of the bar over and confer, while he glances down at me. He returns, giving you your little bag, and shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at me. I sag, not going to get any help there!
Oh no, this bitch has brought her little toy across the Atlantic, and displays it with a sadistic look. I must be the only person in the bar not wearing an enormous smile, as people are jostling for a better view and getting their drinks refilled. I only grimace when you say I know what is going to happen. In spite of all the bruises and scratches on you, you seem energized and eager, compared to me sagging and slumping. Even though I was less scuffed and battered in our battle, it seems I feel totally beaten.
Some bitch from my past history shouts WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY POSE, GOING TO SHOW US SOMETHING? and I see you look at the crowd, and they quiet down for a moment, wanting to know what is going to happen and if you will be 'taking requests'
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Do you want me to be mean,
really make you suffer?
Should I be gracious,
punish you quickly and release you from the crowd?
I'm undecided for the first time that evening.
But that doesn't prevent me from having to act before someone notices my weakness.
So I act, grab your hair and "help" you to your feet.
Push you to the pool table, your pelvis hits the edge of the table and I put my sex toy on the green felt.
Stand right behind you,
my shaved pussy presses against your butt.
My hands reach past your body on the left and right.
Grab your tits, knead them gently and whisper in your ear
"Relax! And the humiliation won't be that bad, Grandma!"
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Dragged off the floor by my tousled hair, and shoved into the pool table, I feel this panting bitch lean over me, her breasts on my back as she reaches around my torso to clutch my wobbling tits. She is desperately horny, judging by the feel of her sex on my white globes and she starts whispering to me.
Even as this scene is being played out, the crowd is enthused over the preliminaries. MILK HER, TUG THOSE TITS ! are the more delicate suggestions, as I am dazzled and deafened by the noise and flashes. I have a last moment of regret that I didn't wreck this wretch, as I sort out the words she is saying to me.
I stiffen my back, even if it allows better access to my breasts and whisper back "Nothing you do will ever match how pitiful you were in Germany. I had you arching back, aching for me to make you cum, and I stpped away and let the world see your big cxnt quivering and pulsing. You showed yourself to be a true whore, something I will never do," With that little speech done, I bump my ass back into you, as if saying 'do your worst, I still have my pride'.
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I grin when I hear your words.
"Youu call me a whore? It is time to pay you back for my defeat in Germany. You will moan like a horny mare. I will fuck you hard and mercilessly! And everyone present will be witness to how loud and demanding you can moan!"
My right hand detaches itself from your tit and slides over your stomach between your thighs.
My fingers part your labia, move back and forth between them.
Feel your clit swell into a plump pearl. Lick your right ear and whisper
"Don't hold back, I can feel the wetness of your cxnt, it's already pulsing."
Then I reach for the Feeldoe, slide the thick end between my thighs.
Press the part intended for you between your legs to look for your pussy and to .....
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I brace myself for whatever happens, as I cringe when your hand scuttles down my tummy and through my pubes, shifting my fleshy lips aside, and sliding along my clit. My breathing gets forced, as I shake my head no, and some clods start commenting on my reactions, the red flush on my chest and cheeks, my erect nipples, and the increasing dew down below.
I squeak when that nasty plastic thing starts poking and prodding at me, my legs shifting to the sides as you fondle me. Always noisy, I fear that I will start snorting and moaning , with all these people I know watching. My mouth purses open when I feel that plastic prick poised between my lips. I look out over the pool table and see the crowd nodding their head and urging you onward.
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Great back and forth battle and I love the style used.
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Damn, even Mickey is cheering this on, has everyone deserted me? Who else is going to jump on the bandwagon? How can they want this to continue ?
('crowd' shouts are welcomed and will be incorporated into the 'story')
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I drive the plastic dick slowly, carefully forward until I notice that it is pushing into your pussy.
Should i feel you shrug, do I hear a faint groan?
"Are you ready, you horny grandma ?!" I ask briefly.
Then I begin to rhythmically move the Feeldoe back and forth in you. Let my hand that is left on your breast to knead it, to play with your hard plump nipple.
My thrusts are slowly getting faster and my pelvis claps softly against your butt.
Through my action, the fat end of the Feeldoe also moves in my femininity and begins to arouse it. Press my lips together tightly so as not to moan louder than you.
But my arousal makes me hit harder and harder.
The clap of my hips against your ass is getting louder.
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This is it, the moment of truth. How can I bear up to this, how will I react? She is playing with my tit more and more vigorously, actually, it seems that the bitch is getting more excited than I !
The tool worms its way in, no lubrication problems, and of course I gasp and grunt a little, everyone does, I think. Wow, she is really into it, feeling my cheeks flap as you pound into me, I might be able to tolerate this better if everyone wasn't yelling about how my free tit is flapping up and down and how my ass is quaking. Mouth half open I feel myself being taken , and even arch back as I emit a little groan.
I not only feel the dick sliding in and out, I would swear that the big German bitch stiffened up and was rubbing herself on my twerking ass. Distracting myself from being boned in front of a million people, I make it a point to wriggle ack, making sure I rub into her. Even though the mob laughs at my motions, I feel it for sure, the bitch is overheating, she is going to boil over ! With a cunning little look pn my face, I start to gyrate my buns into her, twitching, and even add a extra few gasps and pants to my noises.
I arch as if ready to come, and glance back, and indeed she is going to swoon, this will end with her gushing all over herself, I hope. Just the thought of it makes my clit throb . Oh shit, I can't come now, I have to control myself !
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I stand behind you and take you raw like one of the drunk guys around us would probably do.
And yes!
Yes, I enjoy ramming the dildo into your wet, dripping pussy.
It's a great satisfaction to me.
But I want to see your pleasure or your suffering and pull the Feeldoe out of you.
I'll pull you off the pool table by your hair, turn you around with a few clever movements and push yourself back on the green felt again.
My palms press your thighs outwards, then grab you by the hips and the artificial cock penetrates you again.
"Rrrrrr! Are you ready to scream out your horniness?"
I ask and push it into you again vehemently.
Hold you by your hips, pull you to me while pushing hard as if I wanted to impale you, drive the dildo through your entire body.
The drunk crowd roars around us. Hopefully no one comes up with the idea of exposing themselves to actively participate in the action.
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Great fight! Hold back Linda!
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Bracing myself for the thrusts from the rear, I am yanked off the pool table and roughly turned to face this bitch as I flounder on my aback, legs hanging to the sides. Somehow, it is even more feral and primitive to be lanced by that feeldoe when I watch it all. This bitch has the wild look of a dog that has caught a helpless animal and wants to toss it around, snapping and growling. It is frightening, especially the intensity of her beady dark eyes.
Frightening, but not sexy, although what I think , and how my body reacts are different things. The crowd notes how easily the thick plastic enters and slides around, the damp spots on the pool table and my instinctive matching of the thrusts. It is raw stuff, but my pussy, in spite of earlier attacks to it, can handle this.
I am still thinking, it seems surreal to watch this naked demoness flailing at me as a mob of people cheer her on. It is humiliating, but not painful, and if I am lucky, in her frenzy, she will wear herself out before I start clawing at the felt and moaning. In the meanwhile, I start to hear alarming shouts SAVE SOME FOR US ANNE and various suggestions and reminders of things I hate. Oh why don't they all shut up, as I clutch at my tormentor as she jabs that plastic thing in me at a particular angle.
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I see your look of disgust as you look at me and probably think i'm a primitive cave dweller.
But then again, i know how humiliating you find the situation.
Just take my price, the one that had to pocket for pain and blows.
And the thought of being there, of taking what I've earned, makes me hot. And so i push the dildo as deep as i can between your thighs.
Get faster and wilder, push again and again, whereby my own excitement increases and i moan louder and louder.
Ignore whether it excites you or you are just the victim that just accepts what is happening.
Will you let yourself go at some point and feel the pleasure of doing it.
The crowd of wild men marvel at the scenery and comment on them with wild heckling.
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I feel her jabbing me as hard and deeply as she can, as I grunt and gasp when the 'blows' strike home. My breasts wiggle wildly as the assault continues, the rabid look on her face gets even deeper. The crazed crowd is amazed, listening to her thudding into me faster and harder, and seeing her wild excitement.
I am enduring the hardest fuck of my life and start to groan, as I reach up and grab her tits, both to restrain some of the back and forth slamming, and to see if it pushes her over the edge. LISTEN TO ANNE , SHE IS GOING TO COME! and my now glinty eyes show I am trying to figure out how to endure and let her embarrass herself.
Even though I am making a ton of noise already, I add to it, making huge sighs and gasps and moans. Hell, it works on guys, maybe it will on her! I even let my tongue loll out and roll my eyes a bit. Those occasional thrusts where she hits 'the spot' bring more authenticity to my show, but one thing is certain, the crowd is eating it up. THAT OLD SLUT LOVES IT, POUND HER ANNE! Whatever I have to do to escape, although with all my acting, i start feeling tremors build. Oh, no, no, as my ass squirms up to meet her fucking.
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Oh Linda hang on! You can hold out a little longer...
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As Iwobble between resistance and orgasm the voice of my 'frenemy' Dawne rings through the shouts, "hold on, hold on" and brings me back to consciousness. My urges subside as instead I watch this vile bitch thrash and thrust in her lust.
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What ever happened to the ending of this fight? I see Anne is in a poll fight but never answered Linda's last move.