After the gym victory, Rose had taken care to erase all traces of the ex from her new boyfriend's mind.
It had started when, after winning the sexfight, she had given the boy pleasure with her experience. The following days were one continuous wild sex, driven by the euphoria of the novelty and the memory of the fight in the showers.
Rose loved that feeling of comfort and dominance, bending a woman under her power, proving that she was the better woman than her opponent.
Although it was not a conventional method for a society blind to its own limitations, Rose was sure there were other women like her in the world, women who wanted to confront other women in a tribal, unique, and wild way.
Rose chose a black dress, the fabric of which struggled to contain her magnificent breasts as it was lifted upwards. Her toned and sensual legs emerged freely from below, hiding only what few could see.
The bar was not far away, and there were many people inside, but to Rose's eyes there was only the bartender. There she was, behind the bar, smiling and sensual as she talked to some guys who were drooling in front of her, her round ass being swayed left and right in her denim shorts.
With a quick glance, Rose saw that the girl was quite young, a little short compared to her but with a body that screamed. The bartender's breasts bounced with each drink, watched by almost the entire bar, chained by a black and red checked shirt opened to reveal her cleavage.
Rose reached a distant table with her friends, but as the others talked amongst themselves, Rose continued to stare at that girl, smiling when she realised she wasn't the only one. The bartender had not taken her eyes off her since she had entered, as if she too felt what Rose was feeling.
They continued to look at each other, heedless if anyone could see them. The more time passed, the more the bar emptied, until only Rose remained, after giving a quick goodbye to her friends.
'Go on home, girls,' whispered Rose, without taking her eyes off the bartender.
Both had never stopped staring at each other, continuing to burn their gazes together.
One of her friends tried to complain, not wanting to leave her alone at night, but the bartender also gave the ultimatum.
"The bar is closing. You should listen to your friend," smiled the bartender.
They both did not want people around. It was just between the two of them alone, and it would only be consumed between the two of them.
When the last person left the bar, the bartender almost immediately ran to close the door, before returning to the counter, grabbing a bottle of vodka and two glasses, then sitting down in front of Rose.
Starting to pour the liquid into the glass, it was the first time their gazes separated completely. Rose's eyes lingered on the bartender's cleavage as she poured the vodka. The girl had a pair of truly remarkable breasts, large and full though still hidden. Rose immediately wondered which of the two had the bigger, firmer boobs, immediately becoming jealous of the girl.
"Meher," said the Egyptian bartender, breaking the silence, "My name is Meher."
She set the shot glass down in front of Rose, taking hers between her fingers and turning it slightly. Her gaze betrayed what she was thinking, she had already lowered her gaze several times to the girl's breasts in front of her, wondering if they were better than hers or not.
"Rose" she smiled, taking the glass "You really are as interesting as they say"
Meher raised an eyebrow, turning her head slightly amused.
"You seemed to be famous... however, no one has ever told me about you" Meher grunted, inflaming her gaze.
Rose felt stricken in her pride, as if she really cared about being famous for her abilities. No, she couldn't stand that this girl was taunting her on this subject.
"Not yet. Let's just say... that I have to pave my way first," the Briton replied sourly.
Her reply must have struck the bartender because Rose saw Meher's dark eyes narrow as she growled. She did not like to be underestimated, and the girl in front of her had already proved to be more obnoxious than she thought.
The thought of being the best was in both girls, neither of them could accept that the other thought she was better, neither of them could accept anyone comparing them. Only one of them was the better woman, and they would find out that night. Meher leaned back on the table, making her breasts swell in the blouse that was struggling to contain them.
"Then I'd say let's not waste any time... but you still have a chance to back off," hissed the bartender, a wicked smile on her face.
Rose lowered her gaze, her eyes filled with the overflowing flesh of the bartender openly defying her. Meher was sure of herself and her body and was ready to use it to prove that she was the best. Rose leaned against the back of the chair, pushing her shoulders back to thrust her large breasts forward. The Egyptian's eyes lingered on the amount of flesh retained by her dress.
"I'm not going anywhere, bitch," hissed Rose arrogantly, "and not without a prize."
"What do you mean?" asked Meher, straightening her back.
"It is clear that we both plan to fight with our tits. Well, the winner will take the loser's bra"
Rose leaned over the table, holding the glass of vodka aloft and waiting for her opponent's reply. Meher smiled, convinced that she could take the girl in front of her without any problems.
"I accept the stakes, whore," the bartender replied, hitting Rose's glass with her own.
Swallowing the vodka, the two girls got up from the table to move to the centre of the bar where there was more room. Facing each other, a few steps away, they exchanged defiant glances, ready to destroy each other.
Smiling, Meher began to unbutton her shirt, revealing a maroon bra that held her tits tight. With a fluid movement, she unfastened it and freed her breasts, which remained high in her chest. The shirt and bra were placed on the table behind her, and placing her hands on her hips she looked up at her rival.
Rose slowly lowered first one strap and then the other of her dress, finally coming out with her whole body. Her black bra struggled to contain her breasts, and when she removed it, Meher watched as her flesh leaked forcefully from her armour. It was undeniable that Rose's breasts were larger, which made the Briton smile mischievously. With a snort, Meher removed her shorts to remain in her underwear like her rival, watching as Rose laid her dress on the bar.
Returning to the centre of the bar, both with their hands on their hips, they continued to glare at each other as pink nipples pointed at brown nipples. Both could feel their excitement building as the seconds ticked by, both confident they would win. Their breasts continued to rise and fall slowly, one pair bright pink and the other light brown, both sets of pink and brown nipples already stiff and ready for battle.
“Last chance to run away,” hissed Meher.
Rose grunted, stepping forward, followed then by the bartender, the fight finally beginning.
Both with their hands on their hips, they pushed their breasts together. Their nipples met in the middle of the movement, their eyes fixed on the contrast in colour as their tips stabbed, jabbed and bent each other. Meher gasps softly as she feels the pink nipples spur her tips and bury themselves in her flesh, with Rose feeling her rival's discomfort.
“Bitch,” hisses the bartender.
With a lightning-fast movement, Meher thrusts her body forward. Their tits meet with a meaty slap that fills the room, as Rose grunts as she feels the weight and firmness of her rival's breasts. She can see how the tanned flesh threatens hers, pushing her as her rival advances, and pushing back she feels how their breasts mould and swell between them. Meher's hands fly to grasp those of her opponent, intertwining her fingers with the girl's as brown flesh thrusts against pink flesh, fighting for the space between them.
"Saggy bitch," grunted Rose.
The two girls began to rub and rotate their tits together, pressing them together whenever they could before pulling away and slamming them together hard. Each could feel the other's determination and confidence as they pushed their breasts together, meeting each other with slaps as the girls gasped from the feeling of mutual discomfort.
Angrily, Rose tightened her grip on her rival, lifting herself up and slamming her breasts hard into the enemy pair. From above, below and frontally, Meher responded to each blow, gritting her teeth as their flesh collided repeatedly, increasing in intensity each time they met, continuing like this for several minutes.
The mutual heat and the constant thrusting together caused small beads of sweat to materialise on their bodies as their breasts rolled and slid together, brutally pressed against each other as their feet continued to move around the room.
Meher suddenly threw her arms out to her sides, bringing their bodies even closer together. The two girls ended up cheek to cheek, thrashing slightly as their breasts were pressed together more, their flesh mingling together tightly. The bartender immediately began to spread and drag her tits into the lighter pair, the sound of flesh rubbing joining Rose's surprised moans as she responded a second later.
Breathing heavily, their sweaty tits slid and rolled together with more intensity, being pushed and ground together hard, before Rose slammed her breasts forward, eliciting a change of shape in her rival tits that lasted less than a second before returning to its original form, pushing back her shoulders to pump her twins forward more.
"Feel my tits, cheap slut?" hissed Rose, smiling as her rival gasped in discomfort.
The British girl pushed her tits forward once more, and Meher trouble for the first time, allowing her rival to strike a second time and begin to gain ground. Growling, Meher stopped Rose's advance, slamming back hard. Their breasts met head-to-head, the slap resounded thunderously as Rose's tits swelled to the sides.
Grunting, the British girl took a step backwards but Meher kept going. ploughing her tits into the clear pair, smiling as she stole a moan from her rival. Rose felt as if her rival was pummelling her with her tits, a situation that was normally in reverse. Meher's entire body began to push her rival, who was forced to stagger back as she tried to respond to the attacks.
The ride ended when Rose hit the table behind her, her back arching as she pounded against the hard surface. Meher was immediately on top of her, continuing to press her tits into the rival pair. Breathless for a few seconds, the girl watched as Meher smiled before starting to hammer her tits into her pair, using the advantageous position to inflict more damage.
"Bitch! Get off me!" shouted Rose.
"Make me, cxnt!" hissed Meher.
Rose's pink tits had already taken on a reddish tint, but even the darker breasts were not in the same shape as before. The bartender continued to torment her rival, the brown nipples relentlessly piercing and ramming Rose's reddened flesh as she moaned continuously. She knew she was in danger, in that position she could do nothing but wait for Meher's tits to dominate hers. With a guttural scream, Rose thrust her arms out to the side, trying to knock her rival off her.
The bartender found herself having to stop the attacks as she felt her arms being forced by her rival. Gritting her teeth, Meher responded forcefully so as not to lose the advantage. Pressing their foreheads together, Rose and Meher engaged in a sudden showdown as their breasts stuck together. The British girl used everything she had to throw her rival to the ground, and Meher grunted in fright, tightening her grip on her opponent to bring her down with her.
It took a few seconds to realise what had happened, both still on the ground. Rose shook her head, clearing her vision of her black hair, and turned her gaze to the girl a few metres away. Meher had leaned back on her forearms, blowing away a lock on her forehead, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed.
Staring intently at each other, they both rose slowly, until Rose pounced on her rival. Meher had to propel himself with her arms to get to her knees before the girl crashed into her. Their breasts pressed together again, being pushed outwards from the point of contact and spreading slightly across their chests. Immediately, they began to slide their tits over each other. Meher felt her breasts fold against Rose's flesh, just as the girl felt her breasts facing her rival's identical pair.
Meher pulled her rival towards her, ramming her tits from below and making her gasp before squeezing her too. she returned the favour. Pink and brown flesh swelled on the sides, both couples trying to steal space between them. Increasing the pressure, Meher and Rose focused their gazes on each other's struggling tits, grunting and moaning whenever one's breast seemed to crush the other's.
Meher pushed her breast forward, making Rose grunt as she felt the darker breast's strength increase. Gritting her teeth as the bartender pushed again, trying to force the rival breast back, Rose's flesh seemed to warp before sliding on top.
As the girl's breasts slid over Meher, the bartender could not hold back a small moan of annoyance. Rose kept her breasts on top of the rival pair, following her rival's movements as she tried to move them, grunting as the girl rendered her efforts futile. Meher groaned before lowering her hips to relieve the pressure on her breasts, and as Rose moved in to regain the advantage, the bartender quickly lifted her breasts, sending the pair into the underside of the rival tits.
"Fuck," Rose moaned, feeling her tits jiggle against her chest as she stepped back.
Meher resumed her attack, once again sending her tits against the underside of his rival breasts. But as she pulled back, Rose struck first, swinging her breasts from the right. Her pair slammed into Meher's right breast diagonally, which bounced wildly before returning to its position so that Rose could drag her tits against the opposing pair.
The bartender gasped as she felt her tits sag under the attack, sighing with relief as her tits regained their shape. She moved closer, trying to push her tits into the rival pair, but felt the other girl push back. Both pairs flattened, covered in sweat as their nipples folded together and buried themselves in their areolas. Meher moaned as her rival's pink nipples stabbed her flesh with continued force, despite the efforts of her brown tips.
"So saggy and soft," Rose hissed, relishing the sensation.
Meher growled, rolling her tits downwards, before slamming her breasts into the underside of Rose's tits, then sliding them upwards, thrusting and stabbing at the pink flesh as Rose moaned in surprise.
"Who's saggy, cxnt?" hissed Meher.
Both girls began thrusting their twins in alternating directions, forcing their breasts to slide into each other's cleavage. For a moment, Rose's tits wobbled as Meher forced her pair forward, making her rival moan as she felt her flesh being momentarily displaced by the rival breasts. Rose's eyes widened as her rival's tits forced their way into her breasts.
As the clash turned into an exchange of punches, the Brittany girl began to realise that she had underestimated the bartender's tits, finding her flesh wavering against the darker pair. Both pairs shattered from time to time, being squeezed before resuming their original form. The moans increased in intensity, so Rose moved closer, hugging her rival and using her weight to force Meher backwards.
'Oh, shit,' gasped Meher between moans as her rival tightened her grip.
Changing the position of their breasts, they began to press and grind their breasts together, sending each of their tits on top of the others, where Meher's breasts seemed to beat the slightly larger pair, pushing aside the pale flesh. But with each of Rose's responses, the brown flesh seemed to swell to the sides as the girl's tits pushed into the rival pair.
As Rose swirled her tits into Meher, the bartender pushed her breasts forward, squeezing her wonders into the rival pair. The girl tried to push her breasts further and watched with satisfaction as Rose's tits swelled to the sides. The briton met Meher's efforts with equal force as she pushed her tits back. Grunts began to mix with sweaty slaps as they ground their tits together, responding blow after blow. The girls began to breathe heavily as sweat broke out on their flushed skin.
Slowly, Meher worked her tits over the English couple, pushing the girl's breasts back, grunting in amusement. Rose, groaning from the effort, returned the favour by pushing her rival's pair back to her chest, arching her back. With a slow pace, they continued to scrape their tits squeezed together, their flesh continuing to mingle.
"I'm the best," Meher smiled arrogantly.
The bartender slammed hard forward, forcing her tits into her rival once more. Rose groaned in surprise, before growling and slamming back.
As the fight continued, their breasts met with surprising frequency. The meaty slaps became almost rhythmic, and each blow was accompanied by one pair bending over the other. Their tits moulded to each other, their flesh rippling gently as they collided. Slamming forward, the tits once again morphed around each other as the two girls' moans mingled together.
Rose's breasts were shaping more than at the start, bouncing on her chest as the bartender continued her assault, her rival's blows were fast, forcing her English breasts outwards more and more. Rose held onto her opponent's arms, gripping Meher's elbows tightly so as to land a powerful blow, damaging her rival's breasts, which flattened out at the point of contact. As Rose continued to thrust, her firm torque seemed to push her opponent's tits outward visibly. Meher grunted as her tits found themselves under the pressure of Rose's couple, looking at her shocked.
'Can you feel your failure? How your soft tits are starting to melt around my best tits?"
Meher grunted as her rival pushed her breasts into her flesh, the tits shifting and sliding slowly over each other.
Rose pushed her tits against the bartender, their flesh fused together in a heterogeneous union of colour. The English girl clenched her teeth, however, giving everything to ignore the growing pain in her breasts. She felt that in spite of her strength, Meher's breasts kept returning, always surpassing her flesh by that little bit.
Rose then began to turn her back, grinding her tits into her rival's pair, trying to push her twins in and around her rival's tits. Meher's back began to bend, thanks to her rival's height advantage and the weight Rose was able to give her breasts as the two pairs ground together. Meher continued to move backwards, feeling the floor getting closer and closer. Rose quickly wrapped herself around Meher, who groaned at the sudden increase in pressure.
"Bitch!" Meher growled, struggling against her tight rival.
"Give up, you can't win," Rose smiled cheekily.
Meher tried to respond, but Rose raised her tits high, before dropping them on the bartender's pair, who groaned in pain.
"Fuuuuck!"
Meher began to move her body, hoping to move her rival out of that position. Rose continued to force her pair into the smaller breast, stealing moans every time their tits pressed together. She rose even higher, eager to deliver an even harder blow to her rival, but this gave Meher time to break free from her grip. Rose tried to stay on top, but eventually Meher managed to roll onto her side, taking her rival with her. Rose promptly left the other girl's body, beginning to struggle on the floor to keep from falling onto her back as their pairs of breasts slammed together.
After a few seconds, they released each other to roll away. Within inches of each other, they quickly stood up as they continued to stare at each other in a leering manner.
Rose immediately went on the attack, slapping her breasts against her rival. Meher's tits began to jiggle all over her chest as she hurriedly thrust her tits forward. As Rose swung her tits from the side, Meher's breasts were raped outwards, causing the bartender to let out a shocked sigh as she watched with concern as her breasts returned to their places.
Growling, Meher slammed forward forcefully, forcing her tits into her rival once more. Rose groaned in surprise, before hissing and slamming back.
As the fight continued, their breasts met with surprising frequency. The meaty slaps became unable to follow any kind of rhythm, and each blow was accompanied by one pair bending over the other. Their tits moulded to each other, their flesh rippling heavily as they collided roughly. Slamming forward, their tits once again moulded around each other as the two girls' moans mingled together.
As the struggle continued, the fatigue and pain continued to build, and the two girls began to slam their tits together hard. Groaning and yelping, Rose and Meher continued to thrust their tits together, each slap echoing through the room as the violence of the exchange increased with each passing second.
Meher's legs began to shake after an intense series of blows, their breasts continued to slam relentlessly, nipples cutting and stabbing their flesh, both gritting their teeth to resist the increasing pain as their breasts flew from side to side, smashing together each time.
Rose continued to slam her tits against Meher's pair, feeling as her rival seemed to take the exchange more and more. She just had to resist the crushing pain, and the knowledge that she could win pushed her to do so more.
Meher tried to avoid collapsing as she continued to slam her tits into Rose's pair. Her eyes could see nothing but her rival continuing to respond to each attack, the growing pain now unbearable. The bartender did not know how long she could resist, but she continued to slam her breasts hard against her rival.
But Rose knew it was now over for her rival. As she began to thrust hard, Meher's tits began to visibly flatten each time the two couples collided. The bartender began to whimper as she felt defeat approaching, but Rose was relentless and continued to hammer her boobs into the rival pair, beginning to swing left and right as Meher began to struggle to stay upright.
"Noooooooooooo!" screamed Meher.
With a brutal impact, the four breasts melted together, but only Meher's pair flattened against her chest. Finally the legs gave way, and Rose saw her rival fall to the ground without strength, her battered breasts a vague reminder of the firm pair from the beginning. Meher's hands immediately flew to her breasts, cupping them as tears streaked her face.
Rose leaned against the nearby table, sitting down as the continuous pounding of her heart filled her ears. She had won, she was sweaty and sore but she had achieved victory. That bartender hadn't been able to beat her tits, she was the better woman.
With arrogance, Rose positioned herself in front of Meher, and tugging her by the hair made her get up on her knees. The bartender howled in pain, her hands grabbed Rose's wrist, but the girl felt how little strength was left in her rival's body.
"Suck my nipples, weak whore. Pay homage to the best breasts," Rose ordered, smiling enthusiastically.
She loved to completely dominate her opponent, humiliating her to make it clear how much better she was. Meher offered no resistance, her tongue began to draw small circles on the areolas before her lips closed around the nipple. Sucking gently, Rose began to gasp with pleasure. Her breasts were so sensitive and after all that pain, the pleasure of humiliation was like a miracle cure.
Slowly, Rose's grip began to increase, Meher's face pressed more and more into the flushed English flesh. The bartender's eyes opened wide, and she immediately tried to wriggle out of it. As before, Rose felt how little strength the defeated whore had left. Just before Meher fainted from lack of oxygen, Rose released her and threw her to the floor.
The bartender hit the floor, coughing as her lungs burned breathlessly. Rose then made her way to the bar, pouring herself one more sip of vodka before pulling up her dress.
"This is mine now, bitch."
The girl picked up what was rightfully hers, Meher's maroon bra and strapped it to her arm. She didn't want to hide it, she wanted to display it as a trophy for a non-existent audience. She cast one more glance at the bartender on the floor, before going home.
