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General Category => Chat Fight Logs And Message Board Fights => Message Board Fights => Topic started by: Anne_Cougar on July 22, 2020, 07:12:42 PM
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Hello and welcome back to my Bar!
After my defeat against Leeann, I once again challenged a mature woman to a catfight.
Today Linda (62/165/5'5") competes against me, Anne (53/145/5'9").
As in the previous fight, the location is a bar with wooden floorboards, an "arena" of 20 x 20 ft, limited by the tables and chairs around it.
The rules are the same.
The fight will be a catfight.
We fight in stockings & high heels.
No punches just slapping, yanking, clawing.
Hair pulling is allowed.
It is allowed to touch the breasts and pussy.
The fingers can be inserted into the pussy.
And the stake remains the same:
Winner fucks loser!
Okay Linda, let's get started and may the better one win.
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A little nervous, I enter the ‘arena’ from one side of the bar, the billiard tables behind me, and a host of men and women hooting and cheering. I am unfamiliar with this place, having decided to try a different spot to fight, after suffering a couple of losses in a row. I was challenged by some German bitch, who also suffered a recent defeat, and it is time for me to build up my confidence by trouncing her in a wicked catfight.
I look down at myself, wearing four inch heels and black lace stockings…and nothing else! It was one of Anne’s conditions that we bare ourselves to claws and slaps this way, and I must say as my feet clomp on the rough wooden plank floor, that I do feel vulnerable. However, my hopes are encouraged about the place, as they have Guiness on tap, so the crowd will appreciate my Irish heritage and red hair !
Naked amongst strangers, I look across the room, to the other end of the bar and see my foe for the first time, taller than me, but less endowed up top. I check her out, nothing too special, I should be able to make her cry.
I look around for someone who is in charge, but don’t see anyone, so I yell to the opposing bitch “Are you ready?”. Not prepared to be addressed by me, she almost jumps, and I smirk. She is nervous, I think. “Defend yourself, slut, I am coming after you” ,and the crowd cheers, liking my aggression. My buns swish to the cheers, as I stride over towards her, hands cocked to slap, even as I watch for movement.
I can feel my heart pounding, this is it, its starting
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I notice you entering the bar and then ignore yourself.
With just one look I saw that you are still very sexy for your age and know how to put this in the foreground.
I wear gray, slightly shiny stockings and black 4 inch heels.
She will pull off the usual show of the sluts who usually play here, I think to myself and go back into the conversation with my girlfriend.
But then your words echo through the bar!
I look frightened, see how you come to me.
"Oooh, you old bitch! You want it rough and dirty right now? Then come here!"
I detach myself from the bar and run towards you!
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All my senses alive, feeling the vibrations of you charging at me, hearing the sound of your heels on the wood, watching your breasts flounce for a fleeting second, till I pull myself together and with a split second before contact, I dip my head down and swivel my right shoulder towards your advancing bust, while both hands go to your waist and grab.
I feel the thud of your boobs impacting my shoulder and sneer how they are even flatter now, as one of my hands paws at your belly, and the other goes lower, feeling for your mound and all the sensitive things I’ll find there.
I realize that you are a bit firmer in your middle then I, but I think your pussy might be lots looser. I brace my legs and shove forward, hoping to drape you over me, as my hands have unguarded access to your woman hood and I threaten to claw you inside out.
I hear the first crowd shouts WHIP HER RED! And THE REDHEAD IS NAMED LINDA and realize that I am gaining fans. I get a whiff of your perfume as I make the first contact and hope you crumple up and quit.
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This is heating up nicely ! Think it’s gonna get gnarly.
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I wish you would win & this one will be a close encounter, but I believe in the end you will end up down on all fours getting your pussy pounded, while those awesome tits are flopping everywhere.. Speed
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We storm towards each other, determined to start the fight and inflict pain on the opponent.
We collide, your shoulder painfully squeezes my breast.
You grab me by the waist and your hand scratches over my stomach before sliding down deeper.
I grasp your body with my left hand and hold you tight.
I can clearly smell your body.
My right hand deliberately reaches down between your thighs.
We brace ourselves against each other, try to push the other back while our hands are looking for their goal between our legs.
You are not squeamish.
I can feel your fingers clearly on my femininity.
I moan unintentionally.
My fingers feel your soft flesh.
I grab your labia with my fingertips and start pulling them out.
Our breasts rub with their stiff nipples, press against each other and swell out to the sides.
The audience roars with enthusiasm at the immediate hard action on our part.
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Good luck to both ladies
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The bitch wades into me, pressing hard, even though she is outgunned by my breasts. “I’ll flatten your tits, you nasty slut” I sneer, as I strain to push you back ,my hair draping on both of us as I start to glisten and sweat.
Your hand tugging on my fleshy lips is a threat I can’t ignore as I shout for you to get your paws off my pussy. I keep you close with my left arm, while my right hand scrapes hard through your mound, hoping to snag your clit, and mapping out what you have down there, whether fleshy , or furry, or wet, and hopefully gaping open and vulnerable to a crippling gouge. I dig my nails in when I think I found a slick spot, crowing to you that I’ll carve your cxnt!
The whole time, while I am hissing and cursing you, my heels are shifting, seeing if I can somehow get to to your side or behind you. A bright flash tells me that pictures are being snapped, while the shouts and yells from the crowd now are boosting both of us equally. I’ll change that soon enough, as the fury of the fight increases.
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We push and shove with all our strength.
The effort makes the first drops of sweat run down our bodies and let them shine in the light of the bar.
Your fingers are looking for my clit on my shaved pussy.
Glide, feel around.
I press my lips together and try not to scream when your fingers have found the point.
Suddenly I take a step to the side.
Your efforts go into nowhere and you stumble forward.
You try to keep your balance, but then you lose it and fall on your knees and hands.
A murmur goes through the audience.
I take the opportunity to sit on your back as if you were a pony.
Then I reach between your thighs from behind with my right hand.
"Then let's see how wet you are!" I call scornfully for everyone and put two fingers in your cxnt.
The bright flashes become more.
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Anne has some nice moves but Linda will can handle her.
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Anne will handle linda
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We'll see about that wont we
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I guess we will
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Fuck ! as I tried to slip behind her, she did it to me, and I lunge forward, tripping, as I land on all fours, and have a sweaty German whore plop herself on my back. I shake my head, gathering my wits after my fall, when I feel her hand behind me, and then she probes and a finger slithers right in…My God…it just popped right in my pussy as if it was a guided missile. The place goes into an uproar as people shout and point.
I lunge my bottom back, almost by reflex, and as she soaks up the cheering crowd, and leans back to stay in my twat, I buck and twist to the right side, toppling her, as I clutch her left leg and land sitting on her belly, facing her feet. It happened so fast, that I couldn’t even appreciate what happened, except one moment she was fingering my snatch, and next, she is under me, letting out a whoosh of air as my ass squashes her tummy.
Still holding her left leg, I grab it with both hands and pry it upwards, revealing a vast expanse of really sloppy looking cxnt. I heft my butt up again, and drop it, and could swear that her pussy lips popped open when I land. Wriggling my butt on the squirming bitch, I imagine her cxnt is smiling for the cameras, I know everyone is smiling at the view.
Holding onto her leg, and spreading her wide, I lift up my ass again, and hitch back before I drop down. Lets see how she likes me riding her tits!
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You fall and I sit on you.
I have no difficulty pushing my fingers in.
I look triumphantly at the faces of the spectators sitting around us.
But as an experienced fighter, you have an idea how to end this. And I quickly lie backwards under you, you let your round bottom flop on my stomach.
With everything you have my leg firmly under control, you bare my shaved sweet pussy.
I squirm under you, moan under your weight, especially when you lift it up and drop it on me.
And that's not all, you slide higher and maltreat my beautiful breasts with your big ass!
Another flash of lightning breaks out, everyone wants to perpetuate my beautiful femininity for themselves.
"Grrrr!" it sounds below you and I stretch out my hand, try to grab your red mane and pull on it.
I no longer want you on me!
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Am proudly posing atop this bitch, surveying the cheering throng, while hearing them compare your exposed slit to my hairy mound. I hiss down to you that your cxnt is just ugly, and while hugging your leg with one arm, I stab the right hand down to your twat and rake my nails across it, delighting in the red marks on it and your yelping. I feel you reaching for my hair, and I rise up , and drop again…my bottom landing squarely on your tits, flattening them even more.
“Your breasts didn’t measure up before, just wait till I am done” . Hearing you exhale after my landing, I lean forward again, with my hand out, this time wanting pay back for your earlier insertion. My hand flicks your pussy lips apart, and I pinch the right one , grabbing it and pulling up. Hugging your leg with my left arm, I slide the left hand lower as I lean forward , so I can grab the other lip. “Get a pic of this, she is going to be wide open, as I start to open you up.
I am unbelievably exhilarated, having you under me, feeling you wriggle and flail, your hand still scraping along my back, but by leaning forward, I avoid the hair yank. Once I get both of your lips fully stretched out, I’ll resume slamming my ass down on your tits. This feels like a triumph.!
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Always moan below you, i squirm, try to get free.
"The world has never seen such an ugly hairy cxnt like yours!" I scream.
And again my fat ass splashes on my wonderful breasts.
You start to maltreat my labia.
Pull on it.
Open my pussy wide.
"Aaaaah! You bloody hooker!" it comes out from under you.
I keep pushing my leg in your loosening hug.
Then I pull the other up and bring my legs together in your back.
I hook my feet and try to pull you down.
Expecting to see your hairy twat in front of me, I put my hands on your ass and press against it.
Will I be able to move you forward?
Will I have your pussy right in front of me and be able to pay you back?
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Thrilled that I have you by the lips, I hug that long leg, your heel waving in the air, as I maul your stretching labia and show off my prey. I notice how long your leg is, and think that when I am finishing her, I’ll have to put some marks on it! I look out at the crowd and soak up their smile and cheers, as I listen to you curse me and feel you strain.
Your leg stiffens and starts to push forward, and I hug it harder, lessening my pinch on your left lip, as I hear you insult my precious pussy. Leaning into your left leg, I am surprised when the right one swings across my back and starts to shove. “No you don’t, you are staying down” but as I start to teeter forward, I have to release your labia and try to brace myself up. Your long legs lock, and it is all I can do to stay over you, my hands now braced on the floor, as the onlookers hush and watch the struggle. My lower lip sticks out, am intent on staying on you, when I feel your hands pressing on my white bottom .
"Eeeek, get away from my ass!' My cheeks splaying as you push, I feel myself ever so slowly going forward, my hands desperately re brace on the floor, as my breasts dangle, then the tips touch. Oh no, am going over, I have to get away.
While trying to slow your efforts, I start to thrash side to side, hoping to roll away, as I urgently fight for freedom from those damned legs. My breasts start to mushroom on the floor, as your hands dig into my butt. My face is worried, my earlier smile vanished. A murmur goes thru the crowd, is the tide changing again?
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You keep torturing my femininity.
Let me moan and scream too.
The more pain you inflict on me, the more I stretch my legs and try to get you off me.
My efforts are only slowly starting to take effect and you are moving slowly forward.
I press my hands more vehemently against your ass to make my efforts successful.
I can see more and more of your hairy pussy and I have the impression that you are not so happy anymore.
I hear your hands pounding on the floor as it supports your body.
And then .... then I finally take my right hand from your ass and put it between your thighs.
My hands dig into the hairy fleshy bulge and grab it.
I press my fingers so hard into your pussy as i can.
"Aaaaah! You whore! Get down from me!"
I let go of your sensitive flesh, push my finger deep into you.
8, 9, 10 times, with all roughness, before i claw my fingers into your cxnt again.
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“Bitch, Bitch, Bitch” I mutter, as your hand stabs my mound and digs, nailing my twat. I screech, the crowd comes alive when they hear it, and then your pump fingers into my snatch, abusing and reddening it. I jerk and thrash, as I feel fingers pump and dig into my vulnerable pussy. My head goes up and down in shame and pain, when you yank your fingers out and jab the nails into my mound again, like spurs into a horse.
The effect is instant, and I lurch forward, on hands and knee, thumping on the wood floor, a hesitation as your legs press in, but as sweaty as we are, I squeeze through. You get to see my fine rear escaping, although my petals hang open, and am gasping, furious that you invaded me a second time.
As my legs thump past your dropping ones, I pause, and look between my tits and thighs, and see your nasty cxnt, with the scratches I left on it. I cock my leg and growl as I get ready to launch my heel at that big target.
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My fingers push hard and wildly into you. The flesh between your legs is wet with your juices when I touch you there.
But you leave me, flee to the front.
"I showed that aunt that it is not so easy to defeat me!" I think triumphantly.
I notice how you look back through your legs.
What is she up to?
Your leg snaps backwards.
I can't get my thighs together quickly enough.
Your foot hits my femininity.
What a pain!
Or should I consider myself lucky that your heel didn't hit my pussy?
It doesn't matter at the moment.
I twist in pain on the floor, roll on my stomach and pull my legs under my body.
Damn it hurts!
I try to get to my feet before you attack again.
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I feel my foot impact as I lash out, hitting something , and am excited to have scored, particularly as I see you roll and hitch your legs in. My wobbling breasts obscure my view for a second, but I see that you are on your hands and knees and getting ready to rise. My eyes light up, as your pussy is higher now and I’ll be able to ram my heel right up that slimy thing, getting revenge for your attacks on my tender womanhood.,
I take another glance, and see your face bent down, peeking thru your breasts and legs, and I sneer at you. “Your rules had us fight in heels, you stupid bitch. I am going to stick mine right in that big cxnt of yours.” Our eyes meet, and I am not sure of your expression, but I think it is fear, as I hurry my kick.
Either you moved, or I missed, but my foot hits your thigh, as I see your hanging breasts shudder. Damn, I missed, but then realize your legs are further apart, it will be an easier target, and I get ready for another kick. “Your long legs won’t help you now, you German whore”
The crowd is chanting ” kick her” as I get ready to lash out again, while your supporters are babbling advice. They see us on all fours shifting and arching, suspense building.
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Great match between to tough women. cannot stop reading their post
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The heel of your shoe drills deep into my thigh.
I don't want to think about it if you hit me between the thighs.
And as I struggle to get back on my feet, my gaze falls on you as you look over at me between your thighs.
A few seconds ago I didn't understand, but now I know!
And quickly I hurry to crawl forward.
And right!
Again you kick after me but this time your kick miss me!
I try hard to forget the pain and traces of the fight and to get back on my feet.
Pull myself up at a table, look into the enthusiastic faces of some of the audience.
But then it's done!
I stand again, turn around and prepare myself for a new confrontation with you.
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Wishing my leg could extend, I realize that you are hurrying away from my kick, although I see a blotch on your thigh that will probably be a deep purple. I am sure that when I escaped from your clutches that I looked more graceful then you as your body flaps every which way as you scuttle off.
I rouse myself as I see you reach the tables and realize I have to move, and I rapidly seek some space to get up. I keep looking over my shoulder, I don’t want you to get me while I am on all fours, and cut to my left, towards the bar, and grab at it to pull myself up. Damn, you are already up and turning around, as I grunt and heave myself up. Again I throw a look towards you, to make sure I am safe, and finally gain my feet and suck in a breath.
I hear the crowd murmur for action, as if we have not already provided lots, while I take stock of our wounds, and try to figure out how to finish this slut without taking more damage. She keeps going for my pussy, that’s her only move, so I step away from the bar, with my legs open challenging her . I see you glaring at my fine furry snatch and smile to myself. “C’mon, you know you want it” as I see you carefully start to move.
Since you are going to go for the bait, I get ready to shift and counterattack. “Do you want me to tug on your scrawny little pussylips some more?” I taunt. My ass wriggles like a cat about to pounce.
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When I'm back on my feet, I take a deep breath, feel my body ache.
Then you come from the bar, stand with your legs apart in the middle of the battlefield and mock me.
"Hhmm, you probably like it when someone touches you down there after a long time!" I scoff back
A tense calm spreads in the room.
I'm slowly coming towards you.
Stare at your hairy wet pussy.
Then take a few quick steps towards yourself.
But instead of reaching for your femininity, I raise my hands.
I grab your red mane, pull your head back and look you in the surprised eyes.
"Well, cxnt! Did you expect anything else?"
We stumble across the room, eye to eye, tits to tits, nipples to nipples.
"But I don't want to disappoint you," I hiss and ram my leg between your thighs.
Because of the proximity to each other, only my thigh hits your pussy and not my hard knee.
But it should be enough to hurt you.
The crowd roars again with enthusiasm.
They just want to see two mature women tearing each other apart.
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Great fight between two experience she cats. But i still think anne will force a submission
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As expected the brunette advances, but she grabs for my hair, as I aim a slap at her now open breast. Just before my slap lands, I feel a solid blow between my open legs…the slut almost got her knee in there! It aches and I moan , and my already abused mound is throbbing. We were looking in each other’s eyes as the blow landed, and that flickering smile on her ugly face will stay with me forever. She so enjoyed feeling her leg strum as it hit me down low. The crowd was extra noisy, as they saw the knee poking out, which looked tremendously dramatic.
My aborted breast slap turns into a clutching breast claw, as we lean into each other. I try to hitch back off your thigh, and give myself enough room to really slap, wanting to hit your face or boobs. “I’ll finish ripping your mangy cxnt lips off, I’ll shred your filthy pussy”… I splutter threat after threat in retaliation for your constant aiming at my sore crotch, but as we shift, I see an opening, and I wing a side arm slap at the side of your breast. Even over the crowd noise, it was heard.
Immediately after I suck in a breath, I step back, and look to see if I have space to kick you. I feel soreness, as I get ready to kick, and I wince and hesitate before I launch my leg. I want my foot to land so hard that it will stick in you! The crowd is watching us pivot and glare, knowing that the fight could be decided at any moment, as we try to ruin each other.
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My surprise works perfectly.
I am delighted to enjoy the moment when we look each other with hatred and know that we both want to end it NOW.
By any means.
I feel your anger about the interactions between us, your fingers are clawing deep into my breast.
"Oooh yes?! I'm in the game!" I reply to your threats.
When I suddenly cry out because your blow hits me on the side of my body.
I sway, the pain distracts me briefly, but then I see you take a few steps back.
Obviously you want to retaliate for my attack.
The crowd in my bar is getting restless, they seem to suspect that it will be a decision.
I'm building up to you.
I stand there like you.
I look you in the eye.
"Is that your decision? Are we going to finish it with our legs? Or are you woman enough to end it with your hands? Until one of us can't do it anymore. You or me?"
My eyes do not avoid your gaze.
I am sure that you understand me.
There is an uncanny calm.
All eyes are on you.
Everyone is waiting for you to say or do something.
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This is it, this bitch dares to challenge me, woman to woman at ‘her’ bar. Our disheveled hair, claw marks, swollen mounds, scratches and sweat are all a prologue. Even the watching crowd is quiet, as they all focus on us, then on me, as we glare at each other.
As bashful as I am, with all eyes on me, I slowly swish my heavy breasts, narrowing the distance between us, my pink tipped ‘melons’ clearly bigger than your tits , and appearing even bigger as I inch closer.
“Even though I owe this bitch a knee to her cxnt, I will beat her on her own terms. I accept her challenge to hand to pussy combat. “ I arch up, each of my breasts thumping into your breasts in turn, watching them impact on your flesh.
“Everyone take a good look, examine her cxnt, before I destroy her and make her beg. I already displayed it to you, and she has no shame”. I shift my right hand down, clearly not attacking, but rather unveiling and opening it.
“You can all see it, what a nasty gash your Anne has” and I brush the lips together with contempt. “When my hand goes to her woman hood again, I won’t let go until she is beaten”. I wipe my now damp hand on your face, and sneer at you. “Do you accept my challenge?”
I stand two steps back, my legs apart, proud of myself, and cock my head up to look you full in the eyes, watching for flickering doubts.
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This silence.
You hear almost nothing.
We face each other and our cold looks meet, no one avoids the eyes of the others.
The spectators have ample opportunity to look at our battered, streaked bodies.
Then you come to me.
Closer and closer.
Your big firm breasts press against mine.
I feel your hard nipples as they pierce my flesh.
And we still look each other in the eye.
I listen to you unimpressed, feel your hand between my thighs.
And I let it happen when you smear the juice of my femininity on my face.
"You lousy little cxnt! Let's do it! Let's find out who can take more. I'll show you who is better here and now!" I hiss clearly audible for everyone.
Then I also take two steps back.
Four steps are all that separates us from deciding this fight.
I fill my lungs with air through a deep breath.
"Ready when you are, old hooker!"
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I shake my head with disdain, and forgoing all talk, I step in, bending and lunging, my hand going to your well traveled twat, already colored from my nails and kicks. The moment I feel your mound, I slide my hand down and grip, as if wringing out a sponge, My nails form a messy ball of your ‘femininity’ as my head burrows into your flank and I try to bite, my left hand encircling your hips.
Not maneuvering or dancing, I am going to end this, before I am totally exhausted. I keep plowing forward, not wanting to get entangled or halted, trying to aim you for the jumble of tables and stools you stepped away from. Trying to ignore your actions, I concentrate on pulling up on your squished genitalia, as I shove. The crowd sees my haunches shifting and twisting, as I strain and can hear my admittedly unladylike grunting. Its now or never, I think, as I feel my breasts wobbling wildly beneath me.
“You heavy lump, move” I hiss, as I want to control you. Fearing that somehow your longer limbs will enable you to get at my own pussy, I try to work one of my fingers through the knot of flesh I have squeezed in my right hand, hoping to worm into your cxnt and hook it upwards.
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This the only way to end this great match. Seeing who cxnt is better
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How arrogantly you shake your head.
Do you think you are better?
Then come here!
I'm not taking my eyes off you.
No more surprises!
And then you storm towards me.
I await you, your body, your attack.
You ram your body into me and I throw myself against you.
The force is great and I stumble two or three steps back before I can stabilize and stop you.
I draw air through my teeth as I dig your fingers into my lap.
I reach over your back, stretch and reach for your lap from behind.
Feel how you start to push your finger into me.
"Oh how mean is that?"
I take the utmost.
Push my thumb in your anus, my index and middle finger in your cxnt and pinch your ears in the flesh between your two body openings.
My breasts press against your back, swell out on the sides.
The muscles of my legs structure as I resist your attempts to push myself further back.
I pinch, twist and pull on your inner life in an effort to force you to submit.
The flash of the photographing crowd doesn't want to end anymore!
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I feel you leaning over me, hopefully my delicate parts are out of reach, as you exclaim when my finger starts to invade you. I think ‘take it, you bitch, you jabbed yours in me before”. Your hand is gliding over my milky white ass, when it happens, you jab my anus! Who told you how sensitive I am there!. I lunge even harder, trying to drive you into the tables and pin you there. Your other fingers scoot inside and pinch my fleshy lips, it seems like your one hand is an octopus.
My legs churn, as I redouble my efforts to drive you back, and as you brace to resist, your legs inch open, allowing multiple fingers of mine to claw their way in your slimy hole. In the meanwhile, my ass goes up, and down, and around, trying to shake your hand loose, as the motions are wild and the mob’s eyes are riveted on it. SHE IS HOOKED and WATCH HER RAM ANNE. A brassy blonde, yells for you to dig deeper, while someone says that Leanne always likes a dirty fight.
Howling from your evil attack, I see my objective just beyond your thighs. The clutter of furniture will unbalance you, and leave you totally vulnerable. I lower my head even more, as I thrash my bottom, and while scratching the inside of your vagina with my claws, I desperately push my hardest. With tears in my eyes, mortified that you violated my asshole, and have inserted your fingers in my pussy for the third time, I will get my revenge once I topple you over. My feet hitch forward, and I feel you shifting.
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We are in the arena, you try to push me against the furniture and I try to prevent it.
Our bodies glisten with sweat in the light of the bar.
The calls from the audience are getting louder and more uninhibited.
The muscles of my legs start to burn with exertion.
I have to give in to you, you push me back bit by bit.
I give in to you a Ft or two in front of the table, take away all resistance and let myself be pushed back.
I bump my butt against it, sit on the table and let myself fall backwards onto my back.
My fingers, which I have now taken out of you, grasp your red hair.
I pull my legs up and stuff your face by the hair into my lap.
The crowd lets out a loud "aaaaaah" and "ooooh".
I wrap my legs around your skull and press your face more firmly into my femininity.
"It doesn't get any closer!" I call spitefully.
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“I got you now, I feel you weakening” as I shove with extra vigor the moment I feel you slide back towards the heaps of bar furniture. Your hands all away from my holes, and you are almost falling in front of me, except at the last moment , you hitch your bottom onto the table as I push, and I lurch forward as I lunge.
“Huh? What the hell?” I stop short as my tits hit the table edge and dangle, and our legs around my neck. I try to shift my head , only your hands are wrapped in my hair. I stamp my feet, and try to move, and I am stuck! Before I can even curse or shout, your messy cxnt is rammed into my face, and I mutter my exclamations into it. Arched up, with breasts hanging, I thrash and stamp my feet, my recently violated ass quaking and shaking.
I try to back up, or pull you off the table, but you clamp down all the harder with your legs and rip even more hair. I pinch deeply at your thighs, I am doing a wild dance to get free, but beyond entertaining the mob, am getting nowhere. I try to crawl onto you, but you lean back and tug harder, and I end up burrowing into your snatch even more deeply.
Frantic, and gasping for air, I grab the edge of the table with my hands, and shove, straightening my arms. Your greasy bottom starts to slide, and I try to brace for the moment when I have you suspended in air, as your butt reaches the edge. I have to jab you hard, before all your weight is hanging on my neck.
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I am lying on the table.
My hands in your red mane, my legs wrapped around you.
It is comfortable.
Could I force you to submit?
Your fighting spirit makes me doubt it.
Pinch my thighs, make me cry out in pain.
You shake, pounding wildly with your feet.
Your efforts to free yourself let your breath go faster.
I feel the warm moist air of your breath on my skin.
The crowd is staring at us, two bitterly fighting women. They hold the air in tension.
I slide across the table while you pull and tear on me.
Feel the edge of the table on my bottom.
"OMG! What is she up to ?!"
You pull on me and I prepare for a hard landing.
But you are incredibly strong.
Suddenly I'm attached to you.
Clasped you tight and your hair is my only real hold.
"OMG !!!"
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I drag you along, your bottom squeaking on the table, encouraged by a loosening of your legs. Thank Goodness, I was really in trouble, I say to myself, able to think and breathe more clearly. I feel your weight starting to be supported by me, my legs brace widely, to the hoots and cheers of the crowd, everything completely in view, and as your bottom slides off the edge of the table, I slowly waddle backwards, while one hand worms at your woman hood, and the other splits your cheeks and aims for your anus. “Two can play this game” I mutter vindictively, even if no one can hear me.
My hair is ripped out, it stings and burns, and I slowly hitch to the left, your body how coming off the table and thumping on a stool, your head hanging off it. I can’t get my fingers in you, but my nails are shredding very close to your most sensitive places, as I drop to my knees, and jab my claws in as hard as I can. I then immediately attempt to back away, prying at your legs with my hands as I do so.
Leaving you on the stool, my head pops up and I suck in air, as I stare at the nasty pussy that you had rubbed all over me, and see my strands of red hair everywhere. Your awkward position gives me time to shake my head and breath and stand up and get my balance.
FINISH HER LINDA someone shouts, while a supporter of yours yells YOU HAD HER ANNE, DON’T LET HER BREATH. I stumble back at you, this time trying to avoid your legs and aiming to slaps at your breasts, I want to hear your cries and leave marks on you.
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Great fight anne time to get dirty with Linda
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With pain all over my body, whether from exertion or from your claws, I lie moaning on the floor.
With an unprecedented hardness, you dragged me off the table, let me hit the footstool and finally left me on the floor.
Now you are free, have the chance to gasp and attack me again.
You skilfully bypass my legs, hit me on the breasts with your flat hand.
Your hands keep splashing on my breasts and coloring them red.
Slowly I can concentrate again, start turning on my back and kicking you.
I sit up, have to take my hands and punch you if I want to get the space I need to get back on my feet.
Then I pull out, hit you several times and particularly hard.
This is the moment when I get up on my feet again.
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Finally, I have the bitch laid out before me and am feeling my hand sending her titties left and right. “I Love the way your tots squish” I inform you only to be hit twice by punches and staggered.
Gasping,I grunt out”you fucking cheat. Your rules, no punching” and hold my sore belly as you rise up. In a fury, I lurch at you, nails up, seeking to claw both sides of your face.
My undamaged breast’s mash into your mauled sacks as I hope your legs pen for a knee.
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With all rivalry, with the greatest desire to win, your words shame me.
And unfortunately you are right!
I have broken the rules.
I don't have time to think about it!
You attack angrily.
Your heavy breasts bump hard into mine.
Your fingernails plow through my face and leave red marks on my skin.
I'm surprised by your vigorous attack, I'm still trying to get my hands up, but it's too late.
I back away, try to elude you, stumble and bump into the next table.
I can't go any further back.
Strike blindly at you with open hands and at least want to slap you in the face.
Maybe that will slow you down, I can collect myself and start an attack against you.
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My anger is intense, but my stamina doesn’t match as my attack lessens. I see the deep red marks in your face and think I may finally have beaten you, the flashes of the cameras highlighting the damage I caused. Your ass thumps on a table, but am leery of pursuing you there, after having been snared by your legs and pulled into your pussy that last time, so I drop my hands to your breasts again, wanting to leave gouges on them too, only to be slapped, once, twice in the face.
I pause, and gasp, hair and breasts hanging, both dripping sweat, as I stare at you. CMON LINDA, GET HER the crowd yells, but respecting your long limbs and wicked attacks on my sore twat, I try to wound you without receiving damage myself. I mock your torn tits and face, and threaten to rip your nipples off, and motion at them, but drop my hands, one shoving down on your mound, the other trying to find and pinch your clit.
Where is it, where is it, I mutter, I can’t linger or you will attack me. I think I feel a slick bump, and jab a nail into it. Your squeal tells me I scored. “I have you, I have you” I glow, but your twisting around jerks that pearl out of my grasp. Forgetting caution, I wade into you. If I can claw and grab and twist that, you will beg for mercy.
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And your attacks go on, you now leave scratches on my tits too, get two resounding slaps in the face.
And if I now believe that you are easing, I was wrong.
Suddenly I have your hand between my thighs.
Your fingers look for my clit, grab it and pinch hard.
I squeal like a piglet.
But I wriggle in your grip and I can free myself.
But you keep going.
I wriggle and twist in our scramble until we are finally face to face again.
Our breasts press against each other, I hold you in my left arm and have my right hand between your legs, with the intention of paying you back.
Our eyes bores into each other.
My fingers feel around between your tighs and labia for your clit.
Who will have found the opponent's clit first and can take more?
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“I scratched your ‘precious’ clitty, you German cxnt, I won’t let go next time” as we press into each other. No way we can see our targets, as our tits are mashed tightly together. I stiffen as I feel your hand between my legs, rummaging through my fleshy pussy lips. My right hand shifts along your mound, finds a slick spot, but, damn, my fingers slide on your shaved mound and my fingers splay out, index finger on what is obviously a lip. The heat is oppressive, we are steaming as we press together hard.
I glare at you, and spit, hoping to hit you in the eye as my left hand nestles in the small of your back, making sure you don’t retreat. Your fingers already found their way into my pussy three times, but this time you are seeking ‘gold’ and when they dance over my clit, I suck in a breath and try not to react, hopefully you won’t recognize what you found.
I pinch your lip, hopefully, when you shift or react, I’ll locate your slug like clit. The crowd hushes again, they know what we are seeking but can’t tell who is closest, or what they are doing. “Your clit will be as bloody as your face and tits. I’ll peel the skin off it!” as I try to hitch my bottom back, so your hand is not as near to my essence. My lower lip flexes and pouts, as I breath rapidly, first one to secure a nails on grip will own the other.
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Owww my pussy is hurting and i am not in the fight. Two mature women fighting to destroy each other cxnt
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Bodies pressed together, fingers between the opponent's thighs, that's how we stand there.
We hardly move our bodies, but our hands are very active.
Diggers look for the treasure between the thighs of the others.
Then you spit in my face, your saliva runs down my cheek.
I press my fingers tighter into your sensitive flesh and hope to find your most sensitive point before you find mine.
The crowd is silent, eagerly awaiting the outcome of this very intimate battle.
And after you've had my clit between your fingers, you find it again and grab it.
I press my lips together, not a sound should come from my lips.
But I can't stop tears of pain from gathering in my eyes.
Then my fingers find what they are looking for, grab your plump pellet and start twisting and pulling it.
Now it will show who can endure more.
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Groping for treasures, I see you try to bear my attack without whimpering, but I can see in your eyes that I have your essence in my fingers. Before I can exult, I feel your fingers gripping, My God, you have my clit ! The dirty bitch, OOooo, it hurts. My mouth purses up and I make a little whoosh noise, but after I semi squat and wriggle a couple of times to bear the pain, I lean back into my work.
I hiss “you can’t take it, you whore, I can see you weeping. How about this? “ and as my fingers press and nails hold, I start to twist your clit while my thumb digs. I see your body twitch, she won’t take it much longer. All I have to do is hold on for a minute.
The crowd is getting impatient PULL IT OFF HER and JAB INTO IT. Then I hear DON’T BACK UP ANNE and realize I advanced a step. She is going to run away. Owwwww as my leg moved forward, you dug into me harder, I was exposed more openly. OOOOOOo and I try to mince backwards and shield myself.
Maybe I I dip a little lower, I can pull harder, and she will have a tougher time holding on. With every tug, I see your shoulders tighten, I just have to make sure I don’t let my fingers slide off, she is slick. I try to look into your red eyes, but have to blink, my eyes are bleary and I am crying myself. I try to get my thighs tightly together, the pain is horrible.
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Omg. This is a battle of wills between anne and linda which can outlast and who cxnt can take more pain
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The fingers at the most intimate, sensitive point on each other's body.
As an outsider, you might think we're trying to tear off each other's clits.
We're both too proud to scream in pain
But a look into the eyes of the others tells us how intense the pain must be.
I hold your clit, edit it mercilessly and only hope that you finally submit.
Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I would love to submit it right away, but I hope I can hold out just a second or two longer than you.
The audience acknowledges this ruthless fight with an incredulous whisper and loud heckling.
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It appears to all as if it is a stand off, or a pinch off, as we work on each other and watch for signs of weakness. I tell myself that I am bearing up much better than her. She looks like a weepy old shrew, and I see her eyes flicker and her mouth tighten up. When I slide my nails down a fraction of an inch, she squirms. My confidence is shaken when I hear the stupid crowd shout and one yells LOOK AT LINDA’S BIG ASS SHIVER. What, am I showing signs of pain?
I try pulling, twisting, gouging and scraping, but this dumb German with her woeful look is still taking it. I yelp when she gets a grip and jabs me while pulling and I wish I hadn’t made any noise. IN return, I resolve to try and scissor her little bud between my thumb nail and my other nails. I’ll saw it off!
I look intent, and plant my feet firmly, I don’t want you to escape once I start carving. I wince and yelp again, and glare through my pain. You must be some sort of dull cowlike creature to stand the punishment. I thrash my ass wildly and start to clamp my nails together. I’ll have a trophy when I get done rooting out your clit!
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Sweating the body, leaning against each other moaning, you bring me more and more to my limit.
You pull, turn, pinch, mattress my pearl more and more ruthlessly.
The individual tears that ran down my cheeks must have become an incessant trickle.
I try to grab your clit even better, to pull, twist and pinch it even harder, more relentlessly.
I see the water in your eyes, your face contorted with pain.
But you do not show any signs of wanting to submit.
You work on my pleasure center more and more mercilessly.
"Oooh no! Don't do it hold on, hold on!" it shoots through my head.
No, I don't want to say it, never.
But the pain becomes unbearable!
Quietly my lips form the words "i give!".
I curse myself for saying this.
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We slowly swivel as we attack each other and I hear you sniffling, and when I start to scissor your bud, it is almost as if your will to fight starts to shrivel. Instead of doggedly attacking my inflamed clit, your fingers try to seek new holds and angles. Unless you find a special vantage point, you know I will outlast you and triumph. I hardly dare to look at you, but when I see tears running down, and your mouth weeping out a surrender, my bosom swells, my nipples extending with pride.
With a loud stage voice I say “you mean you surrender to me?” and taking my left hand, I hit your right wrist and knock it away from my snatch. The crowd can hardly believe that the fight is ending with a whimper, yours, instead of a bang. IS ANNE REALLY GIVING UP? and I twist my fingers once again, this time without your hand on my pussy. Your pride has vanished, and I joyfully hear you begging me to stop.
“You mean that after you challenged me to fight, with your rules, and at your bar, you want to give up? That you admit I am a better woman, and that your cxnt is inferior?” I tug your clit towards me, as I back up, and I soak up every moment of you having to follow me like a whipped dog. “Hey everyone” I shout “Is this your champion, is this useless dishrag of a pussy your champion?”
Pictures are being snapped, videos taken, as my left hand grabs your hair and yanks you forward, as I finally release your wounded cxnt. You stagger and wobble, as I step to the side and smack your ass, leaving a handprint. “Get down on your hands and knees and show everyone what a loser you are” You look up at me tearfully, but you find not an ounce of mercy in my face. I remember how you violated my pussy and ass, and cheated during the fight. This nasty slut will be made an example of, so any future foe of mine will know their fate.
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Your words burn like salt in a wound, more than mine clit as you pull me after you.
I'm tempted to withdraw my submission, but I'm afraid that it would make people even more ridiculous and it's even more dishonorable.
So I let it all happen.
Reluctantly, I get on my knees, endure the thunderstorm of the flashing lights.
I very much regret uttering THESE WORDS.
Finally I'm on all fours on the wooden floor, waiting for what will now follow and will try to endure it with some dignity.
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“Look at her, humping her ass up, waiting to be fucked. You won’t get off that easily”. I glance out at the crowd, your former friends, and see them edging closer for a better look. “Come on, get closer, see what I did to her.” I step behind you and kick your legs apart. “See those stretched out flaps? I did that to her, or at least stretched them out even more. Now she has that flaming berry red clit to go with it. But look at how slick and greasy it all is. Don’t you dare close your legs up. Make sure you see the scratches on her tits and face. She really wasn't any sort of challenge”. Even though I ache from the tummy punches and your violations of my pussy and anus, the damage you did to me isn’t nearly as visible as what I did to you.
“Isn’t she pathetic, arching her bottom up, hoping I stuff something in her pussy. Well, I want her to admire my pussy for a bit” and I wander in front of you, grab your hair and drag your face to my sweetness. I brush your nose in my fur and ask “is this the better pussy? Is it far, far better than your dripping slit? Why don’t you give it a lick and taste it”. The crowd is amazed at how docile you are, how totally beaten.
“I am not into strap ons, and such, but I won’t let her cxnt twitch for much longer”, as I wave a dildo in my hand. “Good bitch, now lick this” as I rub the big pink dong on your lips. “Get it as shiny as your nasty cxnt.” I step back, showing you off to the kind onlookers, pointng out bruises and scratches, as I step behind you, and kneel, brandishing the plastic dick. “What do you want me to do, How shall she get punished for being such a whore?” and I wait for suggestions.
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Great match anne and Linda congrats to both of you for entertaining the members of freecatfight
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You don't stop using this hurting words to humiliate me.
These are much worse than pressing my face into your wet injured bush.
I smell your femininity, feel the wetness of your bush and your cxnt.
My tongue won't come out an inch to lick you.
The only thing left for you to do is to rub my face through your disgusting intimate hair.
I deny your questions by not answering them and I press my lips together as you press and rub the dildo against it.
In the end you step behind me, I notice how you kneel down and hear your question to the crowd.
At this point I already know the audience's answer.
They enjoyed the fight and they won't let you finish the show appropriately.
First only one calls out "Fuck her!", Then a second, third then all of them.
In chorus and rhythmically they shout "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
"Oh my God!" It shoots through my head and I wait tense for you to comply with the audience's request.
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“OH my, did you hear that? Your ‘friends’ want some action.” I glance at the plastic dick and see you didn’t wet it when I slid it along your mouth, and think, oh well, her problem. I wave the dick around, making sure everyone is focused on the action, when I look up and see the two of us in the wall length mirror. “Hey Anne, watch this” and I ram the blunt ended dick at your pussy. Your lips sticking together make me push, and push harder, as both you and I grunt, when finally…pop…the rigid plastic drills through and sloshes into your swampy snatch.
Your mouth pops open, just as your pussy did, and I am amused by your expressions. Nothing like being fucked roughly in front of your friends, as your tits jiggle and shake, and all your pride is gone. I slow down, then speed up, making you dance to my tune. I see your face turning even redder, and pull the dick back, swirling it in your pussy…and then I rise, and plant my heel on your ass cheek and tug the dick free, leaving your twitching pussy gaping.
I wipe the cock on your other cheek, and then lay it on your back, and step back, and bow to the crowd saying “I think she is done”. Lord, that felt good, not feeling any of my aches during this moment of glory.
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Wow! Amazing fight. Followed by a deliciously vicious post fight humiliation. Phew! I think I need a cold shower and a lie down! Great stuff you two!
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Great fight linda and anne. I could stop coming here to read your posts great entertainment for freecatfight members congrats to both of you
I agree with brandi i newd a cold shower
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Great...cxnts destroyed...
Schön, wenn der Scbmerz nachlässt...lach
And the two audience women have to get wet...lol...
I walk around....
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I am sure that everyone would like to see the crack whore Claudia on her knees nude also, with her silk blouse used to soak up her dripping juices.
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Well linftr (Mrs Vulgär) or leann54 or anyone else....if you are woman enough to risk your blouse in a duel......you are invited to try...
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What about you linftr? Are you woman enough for a rough blouse and skirt match? ;D
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Will it still be a blouse and skirt match if Claudia is lacking both? I'll bet she will wish she actually wore panties and a bra this time, even though she hardly needs a bra.
Claudia , I am more then enough woman to destroy you, and welcome the chance. the audience will get to see more action, and loser Anne can watch.
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Helll linftr, I really like your offer and will accept. Of course no bra under my blouse...what about you.
But I have to say your purple shiny blouse looks really good....so say sorry in advance that your blouse would not survive our duel.....
Will it still be a blouse and skirt match if Claudia is lacking both? I'll bet she will wish she actually wore panties and a bra this time, even though she hardly needs a bra.
Claudia , I am more then enough woman to destroy you, and welcome the chance. the audience will get to see more action, and loser Anne can watch.
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Challenge is accepted, with no bra. Whoever strips her opponent of her blouse and skirt first, wins. The loser must suffer any indignity the winner and the watching crowd decide.
I am beginning to like beating you German bitches.
Let mw know when you want to get going.
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Nice to hear that you have accepted....
So let our "discussion" begin hun.
Any kind of rules, old woman?
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Apparently these German sluts are gluttons for punishment. After whipping their champion Anne, I come back a few nights later to check the place out and find that some Claudia is aching to have a go at me. Everyone is chattering about it, this Claudia has quite the reputation for running her mouth, wearing really short skirts and letting her blouse hang open. Too bad for her that she isn't really a fighter, or so I hear from a couple.
Finding out more about her, I figure I need to cement my new found reputation at this place and I accept her challenge. A slap fight, with the goal to strip the others blouse and skirt. At that point, the fun begins! Since I am at 'their bar' I explain that my 5'5 and 165 translates to 1.65m and 74kg. These dumb foreigners don;t use my system. I let my tits speak for themselves, as according to the rules, all we wear are skirt, thong, blouse and heels.
I half expect claudia to be a no show, as I sip a nice reisling, but I while away the time thinking of how to humiliate her when I get done slapping her silly
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Apparently these German sluts are gluttons for punishment. After whipping their champion Anne, I come back a few nights later to check the place out and find that some Claudia is aching to have a go at me. Everyone is chattering about it, this Claudia has quite the reputation for running her mouth, wearing really short skirts and letting her blouse hang open. Too bad for her that she isn't really a fighter, or so I hear from a couple.
Finding out more about her, I figure I need to cement my new found reputation at this place and I accept her challenge. A slap fight, with the goal to strip the others blouse and skirt. At that point, the fun begins! Since I am at 'their bar' I explain that my 5'5 and 165 translates to 1.65m and 74kg. These dumb foreigners don;t use my system. I let my tits speak for themselves, as according to the rules, all we wear are skirt, thong, blouse and heels.
I half expect claudia to be a no show, as I sip a nice reisling, but I while away the time thinking of how to humiliate her when I get done slapping her silly
Hello Lin, here am I...it woould be a pleasure for me to slap ypur face and boobs out of your cheap blouse.
Time to settle it to an end.. Mrs. vulgär....
I come over to you......wearing my silk blouse and leather skirt---
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"Well, Well, look who pranced in here" as I rise up, placing my glass aside and purposefully stride over to you, face right in yours, and , more importantly, my breasts pressing on yours. I hear the slight rustle of our blouses, and while keeping my eyes locked on yours, I ask "Do you want to see who has indented the others breasts Claudia? This will be your first humiliation of our little contest"
While I am not looking, everyone in the bar is. THOSE BREASTS ARE GIVING WAY. SHE IS POKING THEM ASIDE. These idiots, why don't they shout who is winning?
"When I step back, I am going to slart slapping. You can still run away. Once I swing, I won't stop till you are naked and crying". I suck in a breath and get ready to step back and swing.
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come on Claudia go for her blouse