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Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Celebrity Wrestling Simulator
« Last post by Doujinshi on Today at 06:04:10 PM »Hi, I'm afraid I cannot reach the website you linked.
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Celebrity Fights - General / Wonder Woman:Bad Day at the Beach
« Last post by Freefall on Today at 05:45:41 PM »Enjoy!
Let me know what you think
https://www.deviantart.com/free---fall/art/Wonder-Woman-Bad-Day-at-the-Beach-1280475814
Let me know what you think
https://www.deviantart.com/free---fall/art/Wonder-Woman-Bad-Day-at-the-Beach-1280475814
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Catfight Connection / IRL mixed fight? Any woman want to try to conquer, humiliate, or break a man?
« Last post by Toughest_mixedFighterguy on Today at 05:42:18 PM »Any fight, lets discuss terms and what and where or that plane ticket. Just DM do not reply to thread. Maybe you just want to try to dominate me, and make me your bitch, but that goes both ways.
While I will consider a boxing match if you can convince me, 1000% looking for more NHB/streetfight or bareknuckle boxing. Maybe organized underground? Maybe even a mother/daughter duo, 2v1. You can't scare me off, but you are welcome to try. That said, Amazon bodybuilders will be at the bottom of the list. You should go read my profile.
Recent events have convinced me, that while I sit here claiming to be the toughest, having no practical experience means those used to getting hit may hold a significant physical and psychological advantage. Perhaps you'll force me to change my name to pathetic mixed fighter, lol. But don't count on it, I'd rather die than lose. However my self-preservation instincts seem factory set to high.
I know guys will read this and go "oh, my woman" or "this girl I know/talked to"... GET LOST!
I have enough scammers and ghosts to weed out and I am not looking for audience or couples. And it's bad enough every time I try to post I get some other guy wants to post almost the same thing, especially that spammer IRL guy.
While I will consider a boxing match if you can convince me, 1000% looking for more NHB/streetfight or bareknuckle boxing. Maybe organized underground? Maybe even a mother/daughter duo, 2v1. You can't scare me off, but you are welcome to try. That said, Amazon bodybuilders will be at the bottom of the list. You should go read my profile.
Recent events have convinced me, that while I sit here claiming to be the toughest, having no practical experience means those used to getting hit may hold a significant physical and psychological advantage. Perhaps you'll force me to change my name to pathetic mixed fighter, lol. But don't count on it, I'd rather die than lose. However my self-preservation instincts seem factory set to high.
I know guys will read this and go "oh, my woman" or "this girl I know/talked to"... GET LOST!
I have enough scammers and ghosts to weed out and I am not looking for audience or couples. And it's bad enough every time I try to post I get some other guy wants to post almost the same thing, especially that spammer IRL guy.
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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: Pacific Northwest Catfight videos
« Last post by Geronimo1960 on Today at 04:21:41 PM »I was a fan and customer of his for a long time. I found his videos entertaining. Unfortunately, he disappeared so quickly that there was no chance to buy anything from him again. I contacted Rocking Roxanne, but for her, the videos are too "new." And I'm afraid he won't respond to emails anymore. Unfortunately, I don't have any contact with other fans. Otherwise, we could potentially exchange videos.
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Boxing and fistfight / My 2nd Fight Boxing For My Husband
« Last post by LetsWrestle on Today at 04:15:53 PM »Even though I lost my first fight, and lost badly, it had been an incredible experience that had left me feeling wildly sexual and confident in myself. Our sex life since that fight and Wayne’s subsequent bare knuckle fistfight at our hunting camp two weeks later had been incredible, each of us finding and admitting things that turned us on that we had either never imagined or had been too embarrassed to admit all these years. For a couple in their 60’s who had married right out of high school such a sexual rebirth had seemed impossible but my finally giving in to Wayne’s begging me to fight had made it happen.
A month had passed since my first bout and a bar about two hours from our house was hosting another Toughwoman Tournament with a division for mature novices. The bar had actually called Wayne, offering gas money and a room at a cheap hotel if he would sign me up. Apparently, my fight had made me popular among the men who attend these things. The fact that I kept fighting despite being outclassed, bloodied and knocked down twice had fed the bloodlust of the men in attendance. My bush and breasts being visible beneath my thin white attire and the fact that I had impulsively peeled out of my top and sailed it into the crowd after the fight had only added to my popularity.
I was again decked out in all white, something we both hoped would please the horny, rowdy crowd out there tonight. It turned out Wayne and I both were aroused at the thought of other men getting hard when they watched me fight. My gloves were on. I was already damp and Wayne was hard. Because of my popularity from my last fight we were the final bout of the night so when the knock came to head to the ring I headed down an aisle lined with rowdy and aroused drunks as Wayne followed with his hands on my shoulders. I entered the ring to loud and lusty applause and that stiffened my old fat nipples and added to my moisture. Trying to focus on the fight, I shuffled my feet and shadow boxed as Wayne looked on proudly.
My opponent tonight was a gal named Leeann who was in her late fifties. This was to be her first fight. She had been a bitch at the weigh in but I suspected she was putting on a show for her husband because the one time we did make eye contact she seemed a bit uncomfortable with it. She was a short haired brunette with a similar body to mine but with slightly smaller breasts. She entered the ring in shiny red trunks and a red top with silver trim. After our instructions from the ref we each stood in our corners as our men exited the ring.
The bell rang and I stood frozen and confused as this crazy woman literally RAN across the ring at me! What the hell was this? She began almost windmilling punches at me in a way I had never seen and this certainly wasn’t a style Wayne had prepared me for. I tried to cover while my feet seemed to be stuck to the canvas. A shot made its way through and to my temple, snapping my head side ways and buckling my knees. Panicked, I finally moved my feet to try and get some distance but this lunatic followed me with the same reckless abandon that she had crossed the ring with. The rest of the round felt like a circus as I tried to figure out what the hell I should do, eating a couple more shots in the process. I attempted to clinch once and she hooked my arm, twisted and shoved me to the canvas and I landed on all fours. The ref told the judges it was not a knock down and scolded her as I stood up, trying to regroup and looking to my corner where a red faced Wayne was screaming for me to box, only furthering my confusion. The bell rang and as I neared the stool I could see Wayne was furious. He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and sat me down forcefully on the stool.
As he knelt between my open legs I could see a fire in his eyes. It gave me a chill and my mind went completely submissive, as if he was my daddy instead of my husband and I had made him mad. “Why are you letting her get away with that?” he hissed. “She has no idea what the hell she’s doing and you just stood there and took it! How did I teach you to punch? You keep your shoulder and body behind your gloves! When she drops her hand and starts to come in wide she’s leaving that side of herself wide open. I don’t care if it’s her face, tits, ribs or belly, you stay focused and knock the piss out of her! You hear me?
” My head had lowered as he berated me but what he was saying made perfect sense. My eyes cut up at him and I quietly whispered “Yes sir”. My submissive tone and calling him sir seemed to hit him a certain way and after over 40 years together we could sometimes almost read each other’s mind. My submissive tone had hit us both sexually and he grabbed my head on either side and pulled me forward, whispering seductively into my ear “good girl” and my whole body shivered with lust.
I stood up, the minute break well spent as I had a game plan I believed in and an arousal boost that had me warm, wet, energized and eager to fight. The bell rang and I quickly shuffled my bare feet forward a couple of steps and set myself as Leeann once again charged recklessly forward. As her right hand pulled back and wide I shot a stiff left forward directly at her right breast just as I had been taught, my shoulder behind it and my upper body twisting into it. It flattened her meaty orb so badly that I could feel my glove even hit torso. Her body reacted as if she had been in a car wreck, quivering from head to toe as she staggered back, her face contorted in a mask of both pain and panic. Both gloves went to cover her breasts and I surged forward, smashing a right hook into that soft belly roll that hung slightly over the waistband of her red trunks. Her hands lowered and I suddenly felt a rhythm as if I were working the heavy bag that hung in our garage and I sent a follow up overhand right smashing down onto the bridge of her nose with everything I could muster behind it. Blood was shooting from her nose before her ass even hit the canvas. She sat stunned, propping herself up with gloves planted on either side of her hips and legs splayed open as the warm crimson flowed.
The ref was in the process of moving me to a neutral corner when a white towel sailed in from Leeann’s corner. My mouth fell open and my jaw dropped, my gloves going straight up in the air. Seconds earlier I had been completely submissive in my corner but less than 90 seconds later I felt powerful and dominant as my opponent sat dazed and bleeding in the middle of the ring. The sensual aspects of both emotional extremes had my pussy sloppy wet as Wayne lifted me up in celebration. I felt at this moment every man in this bar wanted me but I knew only one would have me and he was proudly parading me around the ring. We stood center ring waiting for the announcement and my hand to be raised. Looking out on the crowd I saw a few men in the all adult crowd shamelessly pleasuring themselves but my eyes suddenly riveted to a man and woman standing together. He wasn’t cheering, just looking up into the ring and smiling as his woman stroked his exposed and rigid shaft. I suddenly felt a chill when I realized I had seen her whip a woman in an earlier bout and that I would be fighting her one week from tonight. Just then, his cock exploded. Seconds later she blew me a kiss with her cum covered hand. The ref had raised my hand but I was so mesmerized by what I had seen I barely noticed. Wayne had seen it all unfold and whispered in my ear “She’s trying to get in your head, don’t take that shit from her.”
As we stepped through the ropes I took my top off for a crowd that obviously expected it but instead of sailing it into the crowd I clutched it in my hand which was still wrapped in tape. As my bare feet hit the floor I stepped over to the man and woman. Looking her dead in the eye I took my foot and smeared her husbands puddle of cum across the concrete, then tossed him my top and returned her blown kiss with one of my own. She lunged at me and we immediately had fistfuls of each others hair before our men could step in and separate us. She screamed at me with a red faced rage “Next week, bitch” and I calmly replied “See you then, darljng” as Wayne led me away, gushing proudly about how I had showed that bitch who was boss.” As we neared the door to my cramped changing room I had never needed a good hard fucking so badly in my life and one glance at Wayne’s tented trousers told me I was about to get one.
A month had passed since my first bout and a bar about two hours from our house was hosting another Toughwoman Tournament with a division for mature novices. The bar had actually called Wayne, offering gas money and a room at a cheap hotel if he would sign me up. Apparently, my fight had made me popular among the men who attend these things. The fact that I kept fighting despite being outclassed, bloodied and knocked down twice had fed the bloodlust of the men in attendance. My bush and breasts being visible beneath my thin white attire and the fact that I had impulsively peeled out of my top and sailed it into the crowd after the fight had only added to my popularity.
I was again decked out in all white, something we both hoped would please the horny, rowdy crowd out there tonight. It turned out Wayne and I both were aroused at the thought of other men getting hard when they watched me fight. My gloves were on. I was already damp and Wayne was hard. Because of my popularity from my last fight we were the final bout of the night so when the knock came to head to the ring I headed down an aisle lined with rowdy and aroused drunks as Wayne followed with his hands on my shoulders. I entered the ring to loud and lusty applause and that stiffened my old fat nipples and added to my moisture. Trying to focus on the fight, I shuffled my feet and shadow boxed as Wayne looked on proudly.
My opponent tonight was a gal named Leeann who was in her late fifties. This was to be her first fight. She had been a bitch at the weigh in but I suspected she was putting on a show for her husband because the one time we did make eye contact she seemed a bit uncomfortable with it. She was a short haired brunette with a similar body to mine but with slightly smaller breasts. She entered the ring in shiny red trunks and a red top with silver trim. After our instructions from the ref we each stood in our corners as our men exited the ring.
The bell rang and I stood frozen and confused as this crazy woman literally RAN across the ring at me! What the hell was this? She began almost windmilling punches at me in a way I had never seen and this certainly wasn’t a style Wayne had prepared me for. I tried to cover while my feet seemed to be stuck to the canvas. A shot made its way through and to my temple, snapping my head side ways and buckling my knees. Panicked, I finally moved my feet to try and get some distance but this lunatic followed me with the same reckless abandon that she had crossed the ring with. The rest of the round felt like a circus as I tried to figure out what the hell I should do, eating a couple more shots in the process. I attempted to clinch once and she hooked my arm, twisted and shoved me to the canvas and I landed on all fours. The ref told the judges it was not a knock down and scolded her as I stood up, trying to regroup and looking to my corner where a red faced Wayne was screaming for me to box, only furthering my confusion. The bell rang and as I neared the stool I could see Wayne was furious. He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and sat me down forcefully on the stool.
As he knelt between my open legs I could see a fire in his eyes. It gave me a chill and my mind went completely submissive, as if he was my daddy instead of my husband and I had made him mad. “Why are you letting her get away with that?” he hissed. “She has no idea what the hell she’s doing and you just stood there and took it! How did I teach you to punch? You keep your shoulder and body behind your gloves! When she drops her hand and starts to come in wide she’s leaving that side of herself wide open. I don’t care if it’s her face, tits, ribs or belly, you stay focused and knock the piss out of her! You hear me?
” My head had lowered as he berated me but what he was saying made perfect sense. My eyes cut up at him and I quietly whispered “Yes sir”. My submissive tone and calling him sir seemed to hit him a certain way and after over 40 years together we could sometimes almost read each other’s mind. My submissive tone had hit us both sexually and he grabbed my head on either side and pulled me forward, whispering seductively into my ear “good girl” and my whole body shivered with lust.I stood up, the minute break well spent as I had a game plan I believed in and an arousal boost that had me warm, wet, energized and eager to fight. The bell rang and I quickly shuffled my bare feet forward a couple of steps and set myself as Leeann once again charged recklessly forward. As her right hand pulled back and wide I shot a stiff left forward directly at her right breast just as I had been taught, my shoulder behind it and my upper body twisting into it. It flattened her meaty orb so badly that I could feel my glove even hit torso. Her body reacted as if she had been in a car wreck, quivering from head to toe as she staggered back, her face contorted in a mask of both pain and panic. Both gloves went to cover her breasts and I surged forward, smashing a right hook into that soft belly roll that hung slightly over the waistband of her red trunks. Her hands lowered and I suddenly felt a rhythm as if I were working the heavy bag that hung in our garage and I sent a follow up overhand right smashing down onto the bridge of her nose with everything I could muster behind it. Blood was shooting from her nose before her ass even hit the canvas. She sat stunned, propping herself up with gloves planted on either side of her hips and legs splayed open as the warm crimson flowed.
The ref was in the process of moving me to a neutral corner when a white towel sailed in from Leeann’s corner. My mouth fell open and my jaw dropped, my gloves going straight up in the air. Seconds earlier I had been completely submissive in my corner but less than 90 seconds later I felt powerful and dominant as my opponent sat dazed and bleeding in the middle of the ring. The sensual aspects of both emotional extremes had my pussy sloppy wet as Wayne lifted me up in celebration. I felt at this moment every man in this bar wanted me but I knew only one would have me and he was proudly parading me around the ring. We stood center ring waiting for the announcement and my hand to be raised. Looking out on the crowd I saw a few men in the all adult crowd shamelessly pleasuring themselves but my eyes suddenly riveted to a man and woman standing together. He wasn’t cheering, just looking up into the ring and smiling as his woman stroked his exposed and rigid shaft. I suddenly felt a chill when I realized I had seen her whip a woman in an earlier bout and that I would be fighting her one week from tonight. Just then, his cock exploded. Seconds later she blew me a kiss with her cum covered hand. The ref had raised my hand but I was so mesmerized by what I had seen I barely noticed. Wayne had seen it all unfold and whispered in my ear “She’s trying to get in your head, don’t take that shit from her.”
As we stepped through the ropes I took my top off for a crowd that obviously expected it but instead of sailing it into the crowd I clutched it in my hand which was still wrapped in tape. As my bare feet hit the floor I stepped over to the man and woman. Looking her dead in the eye I took my foot and smeared her husbands puddle of cum across the concrete, then tossed him my top and returned her blown kiss with one of my own. She lunged at me and we immediately had fistfuls of each others hair before our men could step in and separate us. She screamed at me with a red faced rage “Next week, bitch” and I calmly replied “See you then, darljng” as Wayne led me away, gushing proudly about how I had showed that bitch who was boss.” As we neared the door to my cramped changing room I had never needed a good hard fucking so badly in my life and one glance at Wayne’s tented trousers told me I was about to get one.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Annette Walters vs FieryHouseWife (Mistress vs Wife Rematch)
« Last post by Homewrecker Brianna on Today at 03:59:30 PM »Jack's thick cock pulses excitedly in Annette's hand. She sneers down at me as she stretches me with her fist. The expanse of her fist filling my tight, wet pussy and completely incapacitating me. I gasp in shock at Annette's ferocity; utterly paralysed by her compromising "hold" on me. Too weary to resist my nemesis. Fearful of what she might do if I struggle too harshly against her.
My defeat is absolute and the fight is hers...
Jack throbs in her grasp; the slender fingers of her other hand slowly poling the impressive length of his shaft. Her fiery red hair is tousled and wild, her breasts reddened, and her pale skin glows with a healthy sheen of sweat as she stokes my shame and works my pussy. Punishing me for accepting her challenge. Washing away the stain of her previous defeat in the most spiteful way possible.
"God, I hate this bitch..."
I look away, avoiding eye contact with Jack as she pleasures him. Not wanting him to see her dominate me so completely. This wasn't how it was meant to go. I was meant to win! I kicked her ass before! Goddammit, not in front of Jack!
I hear Jack's breathing grow more shallow as Annette draws him closer to orgasm. His knees trembling as his cock gushes over her milk-white skin. A generous dollop that wets her breasts and chin. She lets it pool on her tits before pulling her fist from me and rocking back on haunches. She massages her tits, smearing Jack's sticky seed over the palms of both hands. She then leans forward and smears his cum all over my face and in my hair, completing my humiliation before cupping my chin between thumb and forefinger and making me look her in the eye.
"Look at me, Riley... We're one apiece now. I've won the right to share Jack's bed. No more sneaking around. No more hiding. I fuck him whenever I want. We go public and let the world know about us. Don't like it, do something about it..."
I seethe, spreadeagled on the floor, as Annette stands and takes Jack by the hand; trailing him towards the ensuite bathroom. I hear the heavy thump of water against porcelain as the powerful showerhead rinses away what's left of the cum and champagne Jack doused her in. I grimace as I imagine Jack's rough hands travel up and down her body, lathering her soft skin, washing away the remnants of our messy catfight and soothing her tired muscles amid the flood of piping, hot water and condensation. Tired and beaten, I can only lie there stewing in bitter defeat. Beaten, but not vanquished...
"Do something... Yeah, I think I will... This isn't over, bitch!"
The End.
How could you let that redheaded whore steal Jack??? What a disgrace you are to your man, marriage and as a woman!!
Shut your fucking mouth Maxine, you wannabe homewrecker, you know nothing about Jack and or their marriage BITCH!!
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General Discussion about Catfights / Would you rather?
« Last post by watchembox on Today at 02:57:20 PM »Would you rather have an all out fistfight with another woman or catfight or wrestle her instead.
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Poll Challenges! / Re: Looking for a catfight
« Last post by Nicole on Today at 02:40:32 PM »Well if she won’t, I will…
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Catfight Art / Re: Divorce Disagreement
« Last post by gmenn on Today at 01:39:59 PM »This was one of the earlier stories I got from Stanton.
Love the attire of the two rivals. They have a lot of hair to tear off from each other's head.
I hope that this time the husband enter the room, and adds fuel to fire, offering his throbbing cock to the two catfighters.
Like in the sketch added.
Love the attire of the two rivals. They have a lot of hair to tear off from each other's head.
I hope that this time the husband enter the room, and adds fuel to fire, offering his throbbing cock to the two catfighters.
Like in the sketch added.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: rookie/newcomer of the year 2025 round 2
« Last post by Workit on Today at 01:34:36 PM »melinda {mia} isabella got my vote as she "rang my bell". Nature put the "bell" in isabella and it's still ringing in my ears mmmmm
