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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: Anne_Cougar on July 23, 2022, 10:36:29 PM
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Draw.
It's a tie between the Irish Linda and me, the German Anne.
Linda beat me at mine, Anne's bar.
I beat Linda at her bar, where she fought and usually won, at Dolan's bar.
We put up with that for a while, but it wasn't satisfying to us.
And so we got talking again and want to have another fight.
Just her and me
A bitch fight.
Evil, mean, with all the tricks and means of a woman, wherever it hurts a woman particularly.
Meeting point Amsterdam.
The training room of a martial arts club.
As the organizer of the fight, i'm of course the first to arrive and sit in the foyer awaiting the arrival of the woman who believes she is better than me.
I'm nervous.
Yes.
But confident and determined to rule things between us.
Mercilessly.
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The complete and absolute nerve of that German bitch Anne. I have nerve groveled and whined and begged like she did when I trounced her. To equate what was almost a drawer at Dolan's Bar (best burgers and Guiness combination) to her ass wriggling humiliaition is a flat out lie.
Nevertheless, I recognize the honor and spirit of our Dutch hosts, personnally knowing a leggy blonde, and feel that no German tricks will be allowed at the chosen venue.
Starting nude, so I can punish both Anne's large vagina, and her inferior breasts, I welcome this opportunity to stop her dog like barking.
Arriving at the 'academy' I enter and demand to know where my opponent is. I want it understood that no one will stop this fight until the winner says it is over..
I have to reprimand our hosts, to my dismay, as they are focusing on my ivory skin and enticing pink . " Please. you can have all the pictures you like, a I trod upon the loser"
As I see an audience arriving, I ealize that they are protecting Anne from my wrath, for the moment.
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Our Dutch hostess, Annike, is clever enough to have me removed from the foyer before your arrival.
She welcomes you at least as warmly as she did me.
Annike shows you the location, discuss details with you and answer your questions.
Also after the duration of the fight.
"My dearest Linda.
Since it was not only your wish,
but also Anne's,
nobody will intervene in this fight at any time.
Only the two of you decide when this argument is over!"
Then you have finally arrived at the changing room that is intended for you.
"We'll let you know when it starts"
says Annike and leaves you to make the final preparations.
I'm already in my changing room and preparing myself intensively.
This will probably be the toughest and meanest fight we've both ever had.
When there's a knock at the door...
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Things are moving along, am not sure who, or how many have been invited. While the arena certainly gives a lot of space for Anne and I, I never even checked out the accomodations for the spectators.
As usual, I check my make up carefully, it is important to look my best My legs are smooth, not like that furryGerman, and I run my hand over my pubes, neatly trimmed, but enough of a tuft to cover my clit ,
I know that all Anne ver does is go after my snatch, but who can blame her, it is sweet. In the meanwhile, Iam going to claw every inch of her. I hear a knock on my door, and stark naked, except for my earrings, a necklace and my wedding and engagement ring, I step out, pacing to her doom.
I see the tall b
runette, she looks oiled, and I gesture her over. I am informed that at any moment, we will be free to fight, and a small horn goes off. There were no preliminaries, nothing. She is a small distance away, and I shift to my left. I have never started a fight so far away, and I test the footing as I get ready to attack.
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There's a knock at the door,
"Let's go!" a voice calls and i take a last look in the mirror.
My smooth tanned legs,
my clean-shaven femininity that gives you no opportunity to pull hair.
Determinedly turn the doorknob,
open the door and step out into the "Arena".
A second later, the door on the opposite side opens and she steps out.
LINDA.
A select few spectators sit at the gallery that runs top of around the contest area.
Back to Linda.
A few pieces of jewelry,
a small bush on her pussy is all she wears.
Her big, really nice, tits shake with every step.
"And? Ready? For our merciless fight?!
Old british bitch!"
I'm already raising my hands in front of my body.
Approach you.
I'm sure that there is no waiting,
no tactics,
we will get to the point immediately.
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I look at the filthy German as she approaches, pretending that she won't try some sneaky tactic, as I can feel the eyes of everyone in the arena staring at us. My heart is pounding, I can feel mybreasts swaying, as I start to move, at first circling, but then aiming right at my foe and diving, going for her ankles.
i am not a wrestler,but if I deprive her of movement, and have her vagina in reach of my claws, I will win this fast.
The padded surface shudders, as I lunge, and I feel my hands clutching her moving ankle. I want to hear her surprise, and se her thumping on the mat, those brown nipples dancing to my tune.
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Mmm….this is gonna be good!
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We approach each other, our eyes meet hostilely and we start circling each other.
"You old British cxnt!"
i hiss as we wait for our chance to attack.
But that was probably too much for good old Linda!
Suddenly she lunges forward for my ankles, grabbing them and throwing me off balance.
I'm still flailing my arms, trying to keep my balance and stand, but it's too late. I fall backwards onto the mat and curse that she did it.
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Ignoring that the ignorant brunette insists on insulting me by calling me 'British' (will ignore the cxnt part), I feel her leg strum as she flops down on the met, hearing her plush ass landing heavily. I suck in a breath, tugging her ankle so she cannot escape, and scramble onto her trapped leg, as I throw my head onto her lap, my full bodyweight on her.
My hands shove her other leg open, as I see her snatch waving, and I look up at her , as she is starting to take stock of her situation. laying astride one leg, keeping her other leg apart with one hand, my free hand doesn't waste time grabbing or aiming. I simply slash down, nails raking over that shaved mound, hoping to snag her lips or clit on the follow through.
I dart my head to the left, trying to avoid a reflex reaction, but the corner of my eye picks up red welts on her. Expecting to hear crowd shouts, I listen. It is quiet, so far. Isn't there someone cheering me?
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I enter to the crowd area for see the fight, I see two ladies fighting naked on the floor, they look fighting hard and I sit on an empty chair.
"FIGHT HARD!" I yell cheering both woment before I can look who are fighting.
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The old redhead manages to throw herself at me, controlling my leg with her body weight while she pushes the other one out.
My lap is open and unprotected.
And she takes advantage of that!
She drags her claws across my skin, leaving four bold red tracks on my mound and also catching the rest of my wonderful womanhood.
Groan out loud in pain.
But then I push myself up with my arms so that I can sit and reach for the red mane.
My hand grabs a handful and I start tugging roughly.
Linda was able to achieve a first success, but I'm determined to stick with it and i'll show her who's the better of us two.
And that with all means, while the crowd on the gallery slowly gets into the mood and cheers us on with the first hesitant shouts.
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I scratched her well, I can;t se what I did in those dankfolds, but maybe the gouges are as bad as what shows on her mound. Owwww, she is pulling herself up by my hair, what a bith.
Normally,having gotten the better of an exchane, I would roll away and attack again, but I won;t help her pull my lustrous red hair out. I pry the leg I am holding up high, making it hard for Anne to sit up, and I inch further onto her, lessening the pulling on my hair, With her snatch even more widely open, I endure some hair pulling, even seeing my red fleece fluttering in the air, because I get to jab my fingers right into her croth. Not a gentle stroke, but I shove with my nails out thrust.
Now I will try and back away, having injured enough to get away without pursuit. I hiss at her that her cun tis a huge target, and I will open it up even more.
My scalp aches, but i'll bet she hurts a lot more.
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The old slut continues the fight that started so furiously with vigour.
I grabbed her hair,
but instead of letting up,
she lifted the gripped leg higher and tried to force me onto my back.
Feel like I'm losing my balance more and more.
Holding the hair doesn't seem like an option to me.
So i let go of the red fluff and try to grab the big pink tit and drag Linda with me if necessary.
And during that the bitch dares to attack my pussy with her fingers.
She attacks my pussy, which was so excited about my threat before. Painfully, with her fingernails, making me groan loudly.
And my fingers grip the soft pink flesh of Linda's tit all the more courageously as I fall backwards onto my back.
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Although I feel the hard tugs on m yhair, I have succeeded wonderfully, I am pinning the tall witch under my body, one leg strumming under me, the other is acting like a lever, forcing her down on her back. Even her hair yanking diminishes, as she squeals in pain, my hand jabbing into her pussy, one thrust even pushing her lips shoved roughly into it, my nails following. "Giving up already, slut? Why don't you show Holland how you can lose, like you already did your native Germany!"
My eyes soak up her spread crotch, every detail of her folds displayed, when I feel a sharp pain in my breast, more precisely, my nipple. It hurts like blazes, the more so because it is so sudden. My breast stretches, and I try to wriggle further onto her to lessen the strain. I try to kneel on her trapped leg, while shoving the other one still further, as I twist my torso and reluctantly stop attacking her reddened cxnt. Damn, I have to defend my breast with that attACKING hand.
I struggle to pry her fingers off my nipple, squirming as I see nails sink in. Splitting her in half is great, but not at the cost of a scarred breast. I decide to try and scramble off her, while still holding that upraised leg. Perhaps I will get a kick at her open snatch when I get up!
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"I won't do anything, you old cow!"
I scream back as your abusive words pour over me.
Instead, i press my fingers even harder, even more painfully into your pink flesh while you're still sitting on one leg and tugging at the other.
Hateful and merciless we wage the battle that has just begun.
Then i notice how you are trying to elude me.
Your urge to put distance between the two of us, to get on our feet and create a new situation is clearly felt.
See only one chance to throw you off concept and somehow get out of this predicament unscathed.
I let go of your tit surprisingly and give you a resounding slap in the face.
You look at me in amazement and want to vent your anger.
When i immediately slap you hard on your cheek again.
I squirm beneath you, trying to get my hands on your body and push you off me.
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The watchers are amazed, in this vast arena, we have hardly moved at all since we started battling. I hear you bellow at me, your pride hurt, as I try to bear up to your pinching fingers digging in my breast. The pressure eases, but I get slapped, and slapped again, my face a bright red. You have a free hand, as long as I grasp your upraised leg, and my face is vulnerable.
I am stubborn, and I want to keep you under my control, but another slap could be coming, and I duck my head next to your waving leg to protect it. I realize I can tear your tendons apart, as both my hands now clutch that high leg and I lean forward, a breast on either side of it as you open further, if possible. As long as I can keep my knees and bottom trapping your other leg, you will do a split beyond that of a ballerina.
Are you groaning, or is it your bones creaking. I see your nasty vagina winking at me, no secrets down there, and the marks I left in it, even your greasy lips are scratched up. "You can't escape you wide open whore!".
After I cripple her, both her breasts and her face are going to get pay back. How dare she attack them and not think I will get revenge.
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Anger and pain mix in me to an explosive mixture.
The anger at not being able to get you off me, the pain of my overstretched leg, it all makes me seethe inside.
The crowd on the gallery, meanwhile, seethes at the relentless struggle.
As you bend my bench even further in the direction of my upper body, your face and your tits come even closer to me.
I curl my fingers into a claw, stretch them towards your forehead and scrape my fingernails all over your face, then grab your nipple and go further.
Grab your nipple, pull and twist it.
"I'll rip your fucking boobs off!"
it echoes through the hall.
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My face ripped, I felt her nails snag, I howl, and push the leg i have held so strongly away from me as I tilt my torso back Not soon enough though, as the downward stroke of her face swiping hand clasps my, till now, unwounded breast. The crowd erupts, they see my face scratched and seeping red, and now a second tit clawed. Why didn't they cheer me? as I am in a fury to get away, and to get her back.
Anne's leg wobbling in the air as I let go, I am able to rise smoothly, except my hooked tit stretches, and I stagger for a second as I get off my knees, before my nipple pops free, showing damage. Her leg descending, I debate grabbing it as I stand, but instead shift away, to the side of the bitch as she wallows on the floor. I kick at her breast, wanting my toenails to puncture it, even though I keep shifting around.
She is moving quickly, so I lean down and grab for her hair, wrapping my hands in that black mop, pulling even before my hands fully grab it, wanting to keep her off balance. I want to be behind her, dragging her by the hair, her ass thumping on the mat. She doesn't deserve to stand upright in my presence,
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My attack works.
On the one hand the marks on your face and on the other that you finally get up, maybe i can finally get up.
And as soon as i try to get to my feet,
i feel your hands entwine in my hair. You pull right away, trying to get me back on the mats.
Crawling behind, trying to get close to you while the crowd around us hoots. I
Dive after you again a bit, almost jump and come close to your legs.
Now or never!
My hand reaches out, aims between your thighs.
And then I feel the tender flesh and dig my fingers into your lap.
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She is twisting around, a heavy sweaty lump, her hair coming taut as she tries to turn around. My arms are tugging on her hair, my reddened breasts are whipping around, as I brace my legs and pull hard, but with everything going on, I don't see her arm extending and swinging up as she manages to swivel onto a knee.
My face changes expression from determination to shock, her fingers are there! they dart through my lips, and brush my clit. I stiffen up, expecting the worst, but she clamps down, only grasping my inner labia. I freeze for an instant, my pink pulled down and out, and then let go of her hair, leaving black strands everywhere, and chop at her wrists, as I shuffle back.
"Slut, dirty fucking slut !" as I get her to release, or rather my slick snatch makes it hard to hold. Having knocked that hand away, I defend with one hand, and slap her face with the other. I owe her many more.
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I've her!
I've her by her stinky cxnt and start tugging.
The torrent of insults that rain down on me shows me that i've packed them well.
But then she digs her fingernails into my wrists and forces me to let go. And before i can do anything, the old woman smacks me hard in the face. So hard that my head snaps to the side and I scream involuntarily.
I just let myself fall to the side, do a roll and put some distance between us. Just enough to get me back up and fighting again.
On equal terms.
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I have a scowl on my face as my enemy staggers up. Not only did she get her grubby fingers on my vagina, but she left her marks on my face and breasts. She won't be as agile after that crotch spreading I did though, I think to myself.
She acts satisfied with herself, even though I pinned her like an insect and mauled her cxnt, showing her gash to everyone, She has no class. As she totters around, I step in quickly and send another pair of slaps at her face, one from each hand. As she deals with that, I drop my hands, going for her breasts. It may not be original, but she did it to me, and it hurt.
"lets see if I can pull your tits off, these brown ones aren't any good anyhow". Better balanced then her, I should be able to do so damage before she reacts. I'll keep her off balance and then work on that wounded pussy some more. I have to be patient and counter her dirty moves.
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Hardly back on my feet,
i pretend nothing happened and come towards you.
But i guess i overestimated myself, you're fitter and faster right now and you're giving me a few good punches in the face.
As I await more slaps, hold my handshan, hold my cover up,
but too high for your next attack.
Your hands grab my breasts,
you work them relentlessly and
i scream in pain,
grab your white Commonwealth melons and retaliate.
We stand face to face,
hands on each other's breasts.
The question of who will attack next is paramount,
really makes the air burn ......
when suddenly my right knee jerks up and hits between your thighs!
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I swat her face and grab her titties, and the copycat bitch digs into my breasts in reply. It is just about tim eto mash her cxnt, when her k nee hits, she did it to me first! I shudder and moan, catching her satisfaction with her foul blow.
I fall into her, clutching her tightly, my head on her shoulder, breasts melding together, so close that here is no gap between us, as I drape my weight on her. We stagger, I feel the pain subside to a throb, as I try to return the favor, but my knee just skids along her leg.
I am pouting from having a complete advantage, we are trading pain, and she is delivering it to me as much as I to her. My hands grab each of her as cheeks and dig and claw, spreading them. Hard to move with your buns pried apart like that, as I try to hitch back enough to get my knee to flash up into her shaved snatch. It is as if we are aiming for each other's womanhood as the descisive target. Hers will be crushed in a moment.
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That's it!
My knee hit Linda fully in her femininity.
She groans loudly and falls against me.
Our breasts meet, stiff nipples dig into each other's breasts and our tits bulge out at the sides.
Notice how Linda tries to retaliate with a knee between my thighs, but she doesn't have the strength to do so, the pain is tormenting her too much.
Her hands grab my cheeks, pulling them apart.
Maybe i can finish her off?
When i want to ram my knee into her abdomen again, it's already too late. This time her knee hits me and i cry out in pain.
Now it's me holding on to Linda, wrapping my arms around her, trying to stand still as the pain courses through my body.
We stand there,
breathe,
trying to get back to the point where we can keep fighting.
I can't see what the Irish red fox is doing, but i take my hand off Linda's back to continue attacking the assumed descisive target.
Bring my hand between our laps and try to grab her greasy cxnt.
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I sneer at her, saying how "it must hurt to have her worn out cxnt hit" as each of us try to score debilitating blows down there. Close into each other, heat rising, I feel her hand trying t get at my pussy again, the fingers brushing my bush. I knew it, she is going to try and hurt my womanhood, but I slide down, knees bending, my hands now holding her thighs.
A lumpy breast swishes into my face, and , while I didn;t aim to do it, I open my mouth , inhale it, and bite down hard. I quickly drop to my knees, while Iam chewing away, while I grab both of her ankles. Upending her again, but this itme trying to hold onto both legs as I back away.
Our sweat and the strain we have had make all movements difficult, as I see that rabid whore glaring at me, even as I hope to finish her. A ring of toothmarks looks good on her breast, and make supfor some of the nipple yanking she has done.
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I'd like to know just when these 2 wildcats are gonna finally fight it out for my cock. I know that they both want it badly.
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I'd like to know just when these 2 wildcats are gonna finally fight it out for my cock. I know that they both want it badly.
I only fight with your woman for your cock!
But she's a cheap cowardly BITCH!!!
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Anne hasn't recovered from the beating I gave her. Easy win for Linda
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Anne hasn't recovered from the beating I gave her. Easy win for Linda
I didn't realize how quickly you wanted a rematch.
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"Iiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaasaaaaaaaahhh!" yells through the hall as you sink your teeth into the tender flesh of my chest.
I take my hands, slap my palms wildly on your body, many imprints collect on your alabaster white skin.
Until you kneel in front of me, hold my ankles and try to trip me.
I counter your attempt, pushing my knees forward against your shoulders and pushing you back.
Will you be able to keep your balance or will you pull my legs away?
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As you push on my shoulders with your knees, I see your unguarded crotch, and slap up into it, the sharp sound letting all know I hit it. I almost expected spray to fly off it ! I slide back on my knees, knowing I can rise up safely in the next moment.
"I will trap you yet" feeling the effects of all your slaps on me, as I reach in to slap your bitten breast. I make sure my nails are out though. I try tp keep distance between us, as I look for chances to strike without being hit back.
I await another chance to dart in and claw, while I am set to fend off your efforts. "why dont you open your legs again, I like that big target" hoping to infuriate you and lure you into rash moves.
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I press my knees against you, wanting to bring you onto your back as hard, stabbing pain shoots through my abdomen!
With wide eyes and an indefinable sound of pain from my throat i sink to my knees.
I'm holding my crotch, unable to move. You smack my chest, leaving a red trail on it.
Gasp for air, trying to regain control of my body.
Drop onto my back and try to get out of your reach with a roll or two.
Push myself up slowly and try to get back on my feet.
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Success! I hurt her and she is moving slowly, rolling onto her back, I start to get closer to attack, but then she rolls onto all fours to get up. Even better, I can attack her from the rear, and hurry to jump on her back.
Wishing I was faster, I launch myself to land on her soft ass, my hands going down on each cheek, nails spread like I was a leaping tiger as I claw her. Probably tigers are a lot better jumpers, but I still am digging into her as I land. Following up on my wild animal impression, I dip down to bite that pillowy bottom, wanting to hurt and humiliate her at the same time. I am sure the watchers will approve.
this isn't about just winning a match on points, this is breaking a bitch until she realizes how inferior a woman she is. I will work her till she weeps.
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Only just escaped Linda's attacks and about to get up when the red-haired brute attacks me again.
She comes running, swoops down on my back, which makes my spine groan.
Her claws tear deep red furrows into my skin again, and I cry out in a mixture of outrage and pain.
Finally have to fight off these ongoing attacks on a permanent basis.
Let me fall on my forearms and push my ass up powerfully.
Maybe I can get her off from me quickly.
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As tired as I am, listeing to Anne yelping and screechng is like an injection of energy. I have got her again, her skin marked and welted, and again without paying a price for it. As i attack her from behind, she shoves her rumpat t push me away, and my eyes gleam. I ram my right hand between the upraised thighs, and claw her cxnt again.
I debate whether to rip my hand away and keep shifting around, or whether it is time to deliver the coup de grace. I push my hand back in, this time trying to enter her forcefully, her soggy pussy already dripping. Holding her waist with one arm, my right arm pistons in and out. I am not sure what she is feeling but the crowd cheers. I look around, my gasping foe dripping sweat, her body jerking with my every motion, and I feel a rush of exhilaration
I don;t recall being able to appreciate the ruinaiton of another woman so much. My fingers probe that sloppy snatch, even as my hand goes in and out. She is almost sloshing !
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I'm trying to get rid of my fiercely fighting enemy somehow.
But it is always there, cannot be driven away.
Now she kneels next to me, holds me in her arm and attacks me where it can be most humiliating, but also hurt the most.
Pushes her dirty fingers into my beautiful femininity.
I hate what she does
My pussy reacts with pleasure to what the redhead is doing.
Sounds of anger mixed with tones of lust can be heard.
But as she kneels next to me and sees herself almost there, she can't keep her thighs together.
So that I can push myself up and lean on one hand.
My other slides between your legs, groping and touching you where you hate it from me the most.
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Obviously, the slut is really reacting to my vaginal attacks, as she thrashes in my grip. My injured nipples are erect at the prospects of my victory, and am even twitching with excitement, when i realize I am twitching on her grubby fingers. No wonder I am dripping, how dare she! I immediately try to back off, while still staying behind her.
I did not come to Holland to be frigged in front of a crowd by this German whore. I yank my hand roughly our of her snatch and l roughly spank her shaking ass. It isn't scientific, but it is what my rage tells me to do. "Keep your fingers out of my pussy, you slut" Nothing will show everyone that she is not my equal more than spanking her like a child. "You are not woman enough to abuse cxnts"
My nostrils flare as I try to figure out how to end her at once. I have had an edge the whole evening, but she won;t give up. I stand up, having decided how to end this, and try to grab her hair. I will slap her silly!
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These constant attacks, her fingers between my thighs, are slowly wearing me down.
She beats me, abuses my pussy and i can't control her.
But then the red-haired witch lets go of me, that is, of my femininity, instead she grabs my hair and starts tugging at it.
I've to get up out of necessity, sucking air through my teeth in pain.
You won't stop pulling at my short hair, if i don't want to be dragged backwards across the mats by you i have to turn and crawl after you.
The audience hoots in agreement, expecting you to finish me off.
But then i manage to crawl faster than you pull and i get on my feet.
Suddenly i'm standing in front of you.
My body is marked by your blows, my face bears the deep red marks of your claws and my eyes sparkle with anger.
"It's time to turn the tide!"
I hiss confidently, assuming that i'll succeed.
My left arm wraps around your waist, my right hand grabs you between your legs.
Our breasts with their stiff nipples dig into the opponent's chest.
Ooooh!
How badly i wanted to pay you back. My fingers claw into your labia, pulling and twisting them with endless rage until your screams echo through the hall.
And then i let go and ram my three fingers roughly into your cxnt.
Don't know if i should be surprised when i realize you're wet down there.
The important thing is that i took a first step to take revenge for everything you did to me.
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Happy to pound away at Anne, I am stunned when she charges into me, hitting and clawing, even mashing her tits into me, before ramming her hand into my pussy, making me gasp.
I manage to stay upright, and shive my hand into hers, the other tugging at her brown tipped breast, clawing both up and down.
"This is what you wanted you whore, a cxnt clawing duel, well I am going to give it to you, and you won't like it"
I both groan and growl, but this time, I stand firm and trade hurt with her, confident that she cannot take it llike a real woman. "Are you alreayd giving up, you nasty slut? why are you trying to escape?"
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We brace ourselves against each other, our bodies press against each other and my hand has found its target between us.
Which of course you don't accept without resistance.
You bring your hand between our laps and grab between my legs.
I shrug.
"So! You don't think I can do it?!
Maybe i should prepare your stinking hole for the duel a little more!"
I whisper to you and start to move my fingers back and forth in your pussy. In other words, i start to fuck you and think i hear a pleasurable moan from you.
Maybe i can support that a little bit.
Grab your pale pink breast and knead it, knead it instead of scratching it roughly like you're doing mine right now.
It's a game of patience.
I need to control the desire to pay you back what you've done to me.
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Indeed my hips are shifting, as I take her fingers, but mine are exploring her entire tunnel, feeling quivers as I hit sweet spots. My eyes get big though, when she plays with my breasts, my sensitive boobs so responsive to manipulation. I twist my shoulders side to side, hoping to make it harder to work my tits, but when I pull away, and you tug it, I gasp. This is embarassing!
I now start to milk you tit with my free hand, perhaps those motions affect you also. I try trash talking, letting you know how your nipples are sticking out, and so is your clit. "are your thighs always that shiny? you must be leaking. Come on , this time I will make you come, and not leave you aching for it" hoping you remember how in your bar, you wanted your dildo in your pussy, and I just let you gape, and never fulfilled you.
"Maybe , if you are lucky, I will make you squirt for everyone"
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You let yourself in as I sink my fingers into your cxnt and fuck you with relish. You are unaware of my perfidious plan to make you clueless and sensitive before i'll hurt you, torment you, until you submit and tell me that i'm the better Woman of the two of us.
But still consider yourself safe, try to give you some pleasure.
Let my fingers thrust into you in quick rhythmic movements.
You vent your anger, start trash talking and I return it.
"You old red-haired witch!
You're glad to feel good German fingers in you.
Nobody touches you down there but me!"
I snap back.
While we work our tits with free hands.
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I can read her like a book, she thinks she will distract me, and then have me at her mercy. Realzing this, I drop my hand down from her tit, and pull my hand out of her greasy slit, and each hand grabs her inner labia and pulls hard. Tha thole will be visible to anyone in teh building now, as you gape, your skin pulled wide apart.
Knowing retaliation will come, I try to clamp my thighs on your intruding hand, while I must simply endure your breasts assault. We shift from brutal to gentle, and back to brutal, but fortunatly, I attacked first.
squatting down, not wanting to lose my hold, it is difficult to keep my grip on those flaps, but the thin skin is delicate, and therefore vulnerable. I expect anne to fall to the ground on her back, and I shuffle forward, getting my foot ready to launch. It will fit perfectly in that stretched out hole.
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In spite of the pain, I am slowly gaining confidence, my more strategic assault on her womanhood is having a major effect. I have literally squeezed the blood out of her lips and stretched them tissue thin, and see her wincing with every tug. Here she is, being clawed by her rival, obviously better than her, knowing she will be humiliated and hurt even more. I am not a sadist, but I smile through her counter attacks because I think I finally have her, once and for all.
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I look this fight and now both women are in a mutual destruction war, I see the hands between both women's thighs doing their works and I wish have a cammera under the fighters for see better the battlefield....
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I try to put pressure on Linda, i want to keep attacking her.
But she's always one step ahead of me.
She turns the tide and starts getting me in trouble.
She reaches unerringly between my thighs, grabs the inner labia and gives me a lot.
Her meanness brings tears to my eyes, she keeps me busy so I'm busy staying on my feet.
The crowd on the gallery cheers, anticipating that the fight is drawing to the end.
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Everyone can tell that she is weakening, and she knows she is losing, I see it in her pained face. I mock her, telling her how her cxnt is inferior, that all her hopes to prove herself have failed. I jab my nails into her lips more deeply, so I don't lose my grip as I start to pull her around.
Her attacks on me are getting more feeble, she is losing heart. "How were you int3nding to hurt and humiliate me Anne? Like this?" and I curl my fingers into fists, crushing and stretching her labia at the same time. "Drop your hands and shift your legs apart, and I will lease the pressure"
The watchers lean in, is this the finish for the tall German? as I exult in the mean hold I have her in. Her own fault for seeking a filthy fight. My mind races to how she should pay for the various wounds she inflicted on me. Beyond physical hurt, I want her broken !
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My attempt to humiliate Linda first and then get back at her for everything goes horribly wrong.
Still have my fingers in her slimy cxnt as she proceeds to take both of my labia and pull them harder and harder.
My suppressed cries of pain echo through the gym.
Before I can pull my fingers out and retaliate, she squeezes her thighs together and my hand is trapped.
Press me against her, trying to get her to make a step that releases my hand.
But Linda is skilled, my hand stays caught until she takes that one step, puts her leg behind mine and makes me stagger.
A murmur goes through the spectators.
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Her actions more halting, I become more confident, and shifting my legs, I trip her, landing her on her back, yet again. All the time in this fight I have mauled her vagina, and now, as my hands grab her legs and spread them, I see the mess I made of it (although it might have looked bad before!). Sodden, reddened, scratches all over, lips distended, clit sticking out, unprotected, her hole gaping, what a ruin. She gets to look up at my pretty snatch, as a counter point.
I shift my foot nearby, then start probing with my toe, raking my nail here and there. I shout to the sidelines "Check what she brought in her bag, we all know she likes to 'play' if she ever wins".
There is confusion, as I make sure to keep her splayed on her back, while someone actually realizes I am addressing the audience. I nod my head "Yes, go through her bag, am sure she brought one, and bring me the contents"
Am I right you German bitch, did you bring any surprises for me?"
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;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
What would you like?!
I've a preference for Feeldoes!!!!
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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"thats right, I knew it! Hold it up so everyone can see it. This feeble bitch was going to use that on me! Throw it to me!" and it skitters out a few feet away. I start to drag my heavy load by her legs, as I go to claim the toy.
"You won;t get the pleasure you thought out of that, bitch" as I finally get close enough to claim it. I regrab your legs and tilt them vertically, then further, as I staddle them with my thighs, my open pussy winking at you. I hold up the purple plastic so all can see, and invite all to come down and watch. Perhaps you can take part!"
But first, I stat slapping her face with her own toy, back and forth, then asking her to grab it with her mouth. She won't even fly over Holland when I am done with her.
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Nice!!!
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Linda, this nasty bitch has my bag searched and comes into possession of the feeldoe i actually brought for her.
It's so humiliating as she pulls me across the mat to get the toy.
She enjoys her position and her success to the fullest.
And the bitch insists on poking my own dildo in my face.
Oh how i hate that red haired beast! The only thing that matters now is surviving this ordeal unscathed.
At some point i'll hold her accountable. But now, at this moment, i'm at her mercy.
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She seems stubborn, not accepting her toy, even though I batter her lips and poke her cheeks with it. I hold the tip by he rmouth, while I reach back with my other hand and , as if waking up the crowd, I slap her rear like a rifle shot. She jerks a little, and then I reach a little forward, and I pinch her scratched up and stretched labia. Something about molesting those flaps that I enjoy, and, I confess, get a tingle from. Pinch, pull, tug, grope and gouge, they are so pliable, and all mine, like the rest of her.
I am not being sadistic, just insistent, as I give her the chance to start slurping on her toy, but when she doesnt', I invent new twists of her flabby lips. Mayb she needs lubrication, so I spit onto her face, aiming for her mouth. I miss the first time, getting her eye, but I get all the chances I want.
My fingers are getting slippery in that swampy pussy, so I bring my hand around, and wipe it on her tit, yanking it up and twisting it. "You do want to lick your own dick, don't you Anne?". I try inserting it into her mouth again, while laughing at her drooling cxnt, that is probably aching for relief. What a fucking pain slut she is.
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Linda doesn't let up, keeps trying to put the feeldoe in my mouth, but i don't want to give her that satisfaction.
Her dirty fingers fumble between my thighs.
She twists, fingers and pulls on my femininity and i try not to let a sound come out of my lips.
Her means of getting the dildo in my mouth is getting nastier and dirtier. She spits in my face and the slimy saliva runs down my cheek.
Oh you dirty bitch!
I still don't have to put up with everything and i spit back. Unfortunately, it's only enough to hit her tit.
It's just a little revenge and i'm more concerned with what's next and how long this redheaded old hag will go on. At this moment i can only submit to my fate.
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"Is that all you can do" looking at your spittle dripping on my breast? as I stop playing with your plastic toy and just reahc behind me and stuff the longer portion up you cxnt with a grunt on my part. Your noises are more interesting though. I admire the purple thing embedded in you, you were aldready pretty wet, and both hands press your legs further, jacknifing you completely, as my tits drape so sweetly in your face.
I swish the spat on one on you, wiping it on your eye socket, then sway them on your face, expecting you to start sucking. I do have sensitive and delicate tits, and want you to start worshiping. I manage to manuever my knee near your upraised bottom an dstart thumping that plastic into you, just to remind you that I impaled you with your own disgusting dildo.
"Anne, while I enjoy seeing you looking like a squished bug, this is all about showing everyone how inferior you are. The sooner you accept your humiliation and grovel, like a trained animal, the sooner this ends. I certainly hope the audience gets closer and offers me some suggestions".
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It just doesn't want to end!
You've sunk the feeldoe between my thighs and dedicate yourself to my face again.
Bring your boobs down smear my own saliva in my face.
Let your nipples circle over my mouth and force me to play with them.
Which is undoubtedly the nicer alternative to the dildo.
Carefully push my tongue out and let the tip of my tongue circle around it.
As a reward, i hear a soft sigh from you, which gets a little louder as my lips close around your nipples and i suck on them tenderly.
In between i use my tongue and let it gently beat over it.
As an expression of your desire that i should continue, you press the artificial penis deeper into my femininity with your knee.
Your play with me gets the crowd hot and, predictably, they want more.
I can't believe it as shouts echo through the arena demanding to fuck me.
It's mostly the men who say a rhythmic
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
call.
The only thing I fear now is that you will comply with their request.
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She is warming to he situation, her brown eyes staring at my breasts, her tongue exploring them. this is more like it! I yell for the hair brush in my bag, I must look just so for the crowd, as my right hand goes back and I starts to push and pull that thing in my prey's cxnt. I love the little suction and noises coming from churning that big pussy as I start to work it. I do belive some of the noises are coing from her, she is murmuring.
I work up a rythm, then stop, then do it again, but moving more slowly. I have to keep you primed, as you are being fucked.
I stand up, leaving you flopped over, my tits shiny from your lapping, and swivel around, so I can see what I am doing. Hmmm, she is a juicy one. In, out, in , out, ahhh, have the hair brush, as I make sure I look presentable.
Youwant to suck on yourtoy now? as I pull it out, and substitute mybig toe. It goes right in, very bizare feeling, as I display the dripping tool to the crowd.
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Oh my God!
She knows no mercy!
Not that the dildo between my thighs is enough for her and Linda fucks my femininity, no, she now also starts to fuck me in the ass.
She fucks at an uneven pace at first, but then she takes the time to drop me and turn around.
And then it really starts.
Linda fucks me at a rhythmic pace.
I can't suppress a loud groan.
"Oh you fucking bitch!
That's enough!
You've won!
Now go your own way!"
I scream indignantly, but not without moaning with pleasure from time to time.
Not only Linda seems to enjoy the situation, the audience also expresses their fun with heckling.
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"Please wait" I chuckle, as the quivering bitch whines under me. I plant her favorite tool in her bottom, plugging her (would that I could keep her mouth shut also), and gesture for applause, and for some professional photos.
To make sure she has more color where it counts, I rasp my hairbrush, now that I am done with it, over all her tender spots, before giving her a bristly spanking.. To think that a mature woman is upside down, raw pussy on display, except that she is full of her own plastic, and is spanked into submission.
"Anne, I accept your surrender" and pull your tool from you with a tug, and kick you flat on the mat. Stepping over you, well, actually on you, I pose, before kicking you on more time, and striding off to celebrate.
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Great fight. Thanks to you both for a very entertaing battle.
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Humiliated, as a clear loser, I remain on the mat and endure the ordeal of losing.
I can't wait for Linda to finally savor her triumph and move on.
And as I pick myself up, sneaking away like a beaten dog, my desire for revenge grows.
Not tomorrow, not next week or next month.
But i'll challenge Linda again one day!