Well, I think I can help you with that...
Here are two more write-ups from "thatonefckr":
(The fights are shorter and quite a bit more one-sided than the ones I typically write, but pretty hot all the same)
Poolside confrontation between a sexy little nineteen-year-old redhead, and a curvaceous blonde twenty-something.
(Partly inspired by the famous pool scene from The White Lotus, featuring Sydney Sweeney and Alexandra Daddario).
Olivia was a rich, spoiled brat with an attitude. But how could she not be, given the jackpot that fate and nature have bestowed upon her. Her parents were wealthy and well-connected, with large circle of slightly-less-successful friends. The redhead had grown up in the biggest, most imposing house in the neighborhood, and spent her school years at the top of the local social hierarchy. She was also stunningly beautiful - and she knew it. All the girls in her posse of young, hot teens looked amazing, of course, but it was Olivia that got the most attention. The redhead's body was the envy of all her friends, and it wasn't exactly unusual for their boyfriends to get caught drooling after her. But who could blame 'em? She'd stare at herself, too, if she was them. She was the hottest thing around.
Enter Rachel, her daddy's most recent girlfriend. After her parents' divorce a couple of years ago, Olivia had gotten used to him bringing some new chick along whenever they went on vacation together, but the previous ones had been at least somewhat tolerable. This one wasn't. Rachel was a blonde bimbo bitch of the highest order. She was dumb and preppy, infuriatingly conceited, and always spoke in that ridiculous accent of hers that sounded every bit as fake as the bitch looked. Which was saying a lot. In short, Rachel was getting on Olivia's nerves, big time. She could not wait to get rid of the blonde bimbo.
Unfortunately, for reasons totally beyond Olivia's understanding, her dad seemed to be completely smitten with the bitch. Seriously. He acted almost like some love-sick puppy around her. It was frankly getting embarrassing. Whenever they were in she same room, or even outside in public, the poor man just didn't seem able to tear his eyes from the blonde's fat, bloated udders, and was constantly grabbing at the woman's equally flabby and oversized ass. Unlike the redhead herself, Rachel didn't pay much attention to what she ate, appearing happy to keep stuffing all kinds of disgusting, calorie-filled processed foods or snacks into her mouth throughout all hours of the day. Worse yet, the bitch had the genetics to ensure that most of that crap went straight into her tits and ass. She fucking hated the yellow-haired hag.
But that wasn't even the worst of it. On top of everything else, the bitch had now decided to declare open war. Olivia had been eyeing this cute, dreamy-eyed guy who also stayed at their hotel for a couple of days now, discreetly checking out his tall and tanned physique, paying special attention to his muscular limbs, broad and sculpted chest, tight abs and chiseled jawline. Those long and curly brown locks that cascaded down to his shoulders didn't hurt, either, and gave the boy a bit more sophisticated, cosmopolitan look. He was probably a year or two older than Olivia, and therefore in the exact age range that she preferred. The redhead could tell that he was old money, too, both from his clothes and watch, and from the way he interacted with other guests and resort staff; always warm, polite and impeccably well-mannered, but just a tad aloof with people that didn't really matter.
Right as Olivia was ready to make her move, having devised a sleek plan to lure in and ensnare her prey without him even realizing what had hit him, the blonde-haired menace had done what she does best. Ruined everything. Clad in one of her outrageously skimpy bikinis, Rachel had suddenly jumped up from her sunlounger and walked right up to the boy, strutting her stuff like she owned the place - and making her ugly, fat body jiggle and bounce all over the place in the process. His gaze had followed the wobbling train-wreck of flabby ass and tits the whole way from across the pool, the boy's eyebrows disappearing up into his hairline once he realized who the blonde was making her way towards. Olivia, shocked and incensed in equal measure, had been able to do little but stare on in silent rage, watching how Rachel leaned in to touch his arm, giving the dazed young male a good, long look into her deep and meaty cleavage. They'd talked about something, with the bimbo's shrill, high-pitched laugh being the only thing loud enough to reach Olivia's own ears. After a while, the blonde had turned around, waving her good-byes and starting to saunter back to the redhead's side of the pool. Again, the boy's eyes had been glued to the blonde's massive, fat ass, gawking at the ripples of flesh that waved with each step she took.
Olivia had no doubt in her mind that the bitch had somehow noticed the looks she'd been giving to the boy, realizing the redhead was checking him out - and liking what she saw - before deciding to pre-empt and effectively one-up her. Purely out of spite. Though Olivia's dad was out snorkeling that morning, she didn't think the blonde would've seriously considered cheating on him, not with the teen present to witness everything. The likelihood of getting caught was about a hundred percent.
What the bitch had succeeded in was utterly humiliating the redhead. Luckily, the two women were the only ones who knew that. But even that was too much. The bimbo had crossed a line. And there was no way she was getting away with it.
With an angry huff, Olivia rolled onto her side, fixing her smoldering gaze onto the blonde. Rachel pretended to be busy with her phone, but the teenager could tell that she wasn't actually paying any attention to the screen.
"Okay, so you wanna play? Fine. Let's play. How'd you like to do this?"
Rachel's smirk was as pleased as it was devious.
"Atta girl. I was hoping you'd be up for a little tussle. We'll meet in his room, in ten minutes. Four-thirty-eight."
"Oh, and make sure to grab a spare top on the way - unless you feel like walking back with your loose, beaten titties fully exposed, that is. The winner gets to keep the loser's bikini as a trophy. Along with him, of course."
Olivia made her way up to the room for their showdown. She knocked on the door, and Rachel immediately opened it and motioned her in.
"I'm surprised you actually came by. Thought you got scared off." Rachel scoffed, but Olivia wasn't letting trash talk mess with her.
"I'm going to make you regret weaseling into my life. When I kick your ass, I don't want you anywhere near my family again." Olivia responded, full of fury.
"Aw sweetheart, after I show you who's boss, I'm going to enjoy the victory sex with the man you missed out on, and you aren't going to tell your father anything about this."
Despite the deal being the loser loses her bikini top, neither woman brought a change of clothes: Neither had a doubt in their mind that they were going to win, though one of the women will surely regret not bringing a top once this is over.
"Are you ready, skank?" Olivia questioned.
"Whenever you are, bitch," Rachel responded immediately.
Both women charged at each other and instinctively reached for each other's hair. Both Olivia and Rachel began screaming and groaning at their hair being pulled, but Olivia's rage gave her a slight advantage as she began pulling her rival towards the wall behind her. Olivia wanted to make a statement: That she was not to be fucked with, and it didn't matter if it upset her dad or not, this bitch had to go. Rachel, after getting over the surprise of Olivia's surprising amount of strength, eventually regained her composer and pulled harder. This time, it was Olivia that began backing up as Rachel's superior reach allowed her to control her opponent easily. Olivia felt her back hit the wall and knew that she needed to come up with another plan of attack. Olivia, never having been in a fight before, resorts to a slap that lands directly on Rachel's cheek, stunning her and making her back off.
"You fucking bitch!" Rachel shouts as she charges back to Olivia and punches her in the gut, causing Olivia to fold in half and cry out. Rachel grabs Olivia by the hair again and pulls her up so she is standing up straight. She then begins lightly slapping Olivia repeatedly, clearly more interested in humiliating her than doing damage right now. "Are you regretting this now, you little slut?" Rachel asked as she continued to slap her. Olivia, tears welling up in her eyes, couldn't lose like this. She looked down to see her new targets. Before Rachel could stop her, Olivia gets two handfuls of Rachel's tits and begins clawing at them, causing the older woman to shriek. After getting a good amount of scratches and claws in, Olivia pushed Rachel away to give herself space.
"There's more where that came from, you man-stealing whore," Olivia retorted before running forward and winding up a punch. Rachel saw the punch coming, but didn't have time to avoid it as she was punched on the side of the head. Olivia went in for another punch, only for Rachel to wrap her arms around her to prevent her from swinging further. Though this was an instinctual move to prevent her from getting hit, Rachel quickly realized the advantage she had with both of the women's breasts pressing together. With a smirk, Rachel begins squeezing Olivia in her arms, her boobs slowly enveloping the younger woman's.
"I'm sure these could really be something special if you ate a little something every now and then." Rachel said condescendingly over Olivia's pain-filled groans.
"You think... that's... all I've got?" Olivia struggled to say before she wrapped her arms around Rachel to allow for a proper titfight. Rachel was more than a little impressed that Olivia won back some ground in the titfight, but she couldn't allow the younger woman to get too cocky so she put on more pressure, completely crushing her inferior rack and her spirits. Olivia's mouth was agape from the shock of her amazing breasts losing, but Rachel didn't let her process for very long before pushing her up against the wall.
"You really shouldn't have fucked with a REAL woman, who's packing so much more than you," Rachel said to Olivia, who couldn't even meet her gaze anymore, "This is what you get for messing with me." And, with that, Rachel began punching, squeezing, and clawing at Olivia's boobs, with the defeated woman sobbing at the abuse. "That man you were looking at deserves so much better than a spoiled bitch that overcompensates for her lack of tits and ass. Here's a taste of what he's going to experience tonight." Rachel grabbed Olivia's head, and jammed it in between her breasts. Olivia tried to push her way out, but she was too tired and in far too much pain to put up a fight. Due to her crying, Olivia also was running out of air much faster than she otherwise would have, and she quickly began spasming before slowing down. Rachel didn't want Olivia out just yet- she needed to be awake for the finale- so she let her fall to the ground, spreadeagled and in-and-out of consciousness. It was at this moment that Rachel got what she wanted.
"Hello darling! I'm so glad you're here for this!" Rachel said to the man by the pool that Olivia didn't get a chance to flirt with. "I'm just taking out the trash, only the best are good enough for your dick. This chick is far inferior to me." The man looked down at Olivia, a woman that he was interested in before Rachel started talking to him. He felt like he should stop this, but watching a busty blonde woman dominate and dispose of another woman turned him on too much. Before Olivia could get a word out, she was flipped over, wedgied by Rachel, and brought up on her knee. "Maybe if you got these a bit more growing up, you wouldn't be such a bitch," Rachel commented as she began spanking Olivia. Olivia yelped with each spank, still crying at the situation she was in. Eventually, Rachel got bored and laid her on her back again. "One more thing." Rachel said with a wink before plopping her ass directly on Olivia's tits, driving the wind out of her. To add as much embarrassment as possible, Rachel began twerking on Olivia's breasts as she reached around and began fingering the brunette. The sudden insertion made Rachel panic as she was reinvigorated, trying to get out and win the fight. That hope was short lived as the pressure on her chest prevented her from escaping and made breathing a struggle. Olivia had to lay there and feel the humiliating pleasure before she screamed out and climaxed under the woman she hated. Rachel got off of her and Olivia managed to run away, losing her bikini top in the process.
Olivia had to walk back to her room, arms covering her exposed breasts as she endured the embarrassment of gawking and catcalling from other guests. Olivia never spoke of that day again, and she started staying out of Rachel's way. She especially made sure of this when Rachel told her of the camera she put in the room that recorded the entire fight.
"May the hotter Sugar Baby win"
Isabela was rightly proud of her toned, eye-poppingly luscious figure. She not only had the looks of a model, but the career of one as well. The smokin' hot latina was of course far too shapely for the catwalk, but different kinds of catalog work and other photo-shoots kept her quite busy. She knew just how amazing her body looked in lingerie, and the clients agreed...
Speaking of clients. Isabela had recently decided to branch out and try a bit of high-class "sugaring" to supplement her income - and as luck would have it, quickly managed to find a real catch; a mid-30s crypto millionaire and entrepreneur who'd likely have no trouble finding beautiful women to go out with even in the normal dating circles, but whose busy lifestyle and aversion to commitment caused him to prefer a more... transactional approach to relationships. Sure, he wasn't quite tall, athletic and handsome enough to pull someone as gorgeous as her, not with his looks alone, but given the amount of material wealth and status that came with the package, Isabela was actually starting to consider if she should suggest becoming his real, full-on girlfriend... Besides, trophy wives were just part of the same continuum, right?
There was only one little catch; she wasn't his only sugar baby. Being the venture capitalist playboy that he was, Isabela's "daddy" happened to own an apartment in two separate cities, and frequently shuttled between them. She'd only seen the other place in a few photos on his social media, and knew that it was somewhat less swanky than the large and luxurious penthouse she was accustomed to. But that was beside the point. A much more important detail had quickly caught her attention; in nearly every pic, he was sitting suspiciously close to the same, noticeably voluptuous and often rather scantily-clad redhead. She looked much too old and plump for a hot, rich bachelor like him to be interested in, but their body language didn't leave much room for interpretation. A bit of investigative work had confirmed Isabela's assumptions. The redhead, going by "Melanie", had a profile on the same sugar dating site that she did, and was a couple years his senior. Which made her over a decade older than Isabela. Predictably, the redhead had listed her body type as "curvy", even though anyone with eyes could see that "fat" would've been more accurate. Isabela's own body was curvy. This bitch looked flabby.
Isabela began dropping some hints that she might be ready to make them exclusive, but it didn't seem like her sugar daddy was any less oblivious than the typical male. One night, after he'd headed off to the shower to catch a late evening flight, she'd finally managed to get a hold of his unlocked phone. She'd rapidly scanned though his private messages, and, to her disbelief, found a ton of saucy, highly suggestive nudes of a certain redhead - accompanied by their common lover's very enthusiastic replies and lavish praise for the woman's soft, pale body. He was actually lusting after that ugly old fatty. But how??? Did she give incredible head? Know some secret technique? Or was the redhead really just that good in the sack? Maybe she had an insane, magic pussy-grip?
The thought of another female - let alone someone like this whale - outdoing Isabela in the bedroom filled the proud, young latina with a jealous rage. There was no way that any man could prefer the redhead to her. Or even find the two women equally attractive. This plump, plain-looking MILF wasn't anywhere near her league! Isabela was gorgeous. The most attractive woman in any room. A perfect ten. The older woman, on the other hand, was a consolation prize at best. Anyone that could choose between them would instantly pick Isabela. There was just no contest. The redhead simply couldn't compete with her.
And yet here they were. Their shared sugar daddy clearly loved fucking both Isabela and the redhead, and wasn't looking to make any changes to the status quo. He seemed abundantly satisfied with the current arrangement. One woman in each port, eager to please him. But Isabella found that she just could not silence the voice at the back of her mind. The one that craved, no, demanded to establish supremacy over the other female.
She could not sleep. She could not think. There was only one thing to do.
She'd contacted the redhead, Melanie, through the sugar site, and proceeded lay down the law; there was room for only one woman in this triangle. They would need to meet face-to-face and pit their bodies directly against each other. Winner takes all, loser goes home.
To her surprise, Melanie had immediately agreed. The redhead replied that she would gladly face Isabela, and 'tame her sexy little boobies' with her 'superior, real woman's rack'. She was also looking forward to 'fucking Isabela's brains out', and promised to 'break her body as well as her mind'. The line that had most stuck out was "after I'm done with you, you won't even want dick - you'll be a slave to my pussy". Isabela had responded in kind, describing in vivid detail exactly what she would do to the 'pasty-white skank's' 'ugly, drooping tits', vowing to turn the 'flabby old bitch' into a lesbian by the time she was done taking her apart.
The modelesque latina knew that her sexual prowess and stamina were second to none; she'd left more than a few of her former sorority sisters gasping for breath in a dazed, post-orgasmic coma after they'd been foolish enough to take her on. Isabela's breasts, likewise, were undefeated. She'd used them to flatten a bunch of girls over the years, both on campus when she was still in college, and also after graduation. This over-aged fat-ass of a redhead would have no chance in hell against her...
Isabella had arrived in front of the hotel that she and her rival would be settling things at. Their sugar daddy had a weekend-long conference that would prevent him from meeting with either of them which made this perfect for the two women. Isabella opened the door to see that Melanie was already there.
"Good, you're finally here," the redhead remarked.
"I'm impressed, I expected you to back out like a little bitch," Isabella replied. She had no doubt that she was superior but she was curious to know why the other woman had such confidence.
Melanie didn't react to the snide comment before standing up. "Let's do this shit." And, with that, both women stripped before walking towards each other. One of these women would fuck the other into submission.
The contest started with both women fully committing to whatever game plan they had: Both women began making out, but Melanie's hands went to Isabella's boobs and ass, groping and slapping them; in contrast, Isabella wanted control of the kiss, using one hand to grab the base of Melanie's neck while the other pulled on her hair. Isabella's mind was racing as she did everything she could to show dominance: In her mind she was untouchable but, even she had to admit, the other bitch wasn't bad at all. Grunts and muffled moans came from both women but there wouldn't be a clear advantage as long as they were locked in their kiss. Fortunately, the kiss was broken soon enough.
Pleasure mounting too quickly to deal with, Isabella broke from the kiss as she tilted her head back and let out the first major moan of the fight. Melanie, sensing weakness, moved to the next step: Melanie moved her leg in between Isabella's, and began kissing her neck while both hands fondled the younger woman's tits. Isabella was frozen as the other woman worked her over. She wanted to fight back but she was too busy on the defensive, trying not to cum, so her offense was pathetic. Isabella needed to do something but she couldn't think straight. Instinctually, she wrapped her arms around her rival's head, hoping their boobs pressing together would elicit some response. But it was too little too late.
Melanie felt moisture on her leg, telling her that the bitch had already came. Now for stage 3: Melanie grabbed onto Isabella's ass and lifted her up before throwing her onto the bed. Isabella landed with a yelp before the redhead jumped onto her. Isabella felt her breasts get crushed as all of the air left her body. She couldn't care less: The pain and lack of oxygen was only adding to the pleasure she was experiencing. Now, Melanie, still laying on top, fingered Isabella with one hand while slapping her with the other.
"Did you really think you had a chance? I don't know why he's even interested in you."
The moans were replaced by screamed of euphoria, as Isabella could no longer control herself. Memories were flooding back to her first time with an experienced man; every touch was magical and she felt like her brain was just about to explode. She swore she'd never have another experience like that and, until today, she never had. With another ear-shattering moan and another orgasm, Melanie flipped Isabella onto all fours, before grabbing her hair with one hand, and jamming her fingers into her pussy and ass with the other. Isabella couldn't see straight through the experience but, even still, she could see enough to know that her tits were battered. Her boobs that had tamed so many other sets were conquered with one splash, offering no resistance. That was a blow to her ego that did make her tear up.
The entire night was spent like this: Isabella stopped trying to compete early on and the rest of the night was Melanie having her way with her "opponent". The sun came up with Isabella laying on her back: Her hair matted, her breaths gasping and beleaguered, her body drenched in sweat; She didn't know how many times she came that night, mostly because she couldn't tell where one ended and the next began, but she knew that she could barely feel her body. Now able to see straight, Isabella looked down to see her breasts crushed and bruised. Melanie got off the bed and, to Isabella's chagrin, the redhead was only lightly shining with sweat, as it she hadn't been involved in what just happened.
"Look at you, you fuckin slut. Not even close to my level. You know what? Keep sleeping with him, its not like you give him half as good an experience as me anyway.
Isabella got up on shaky legs before responding in between breaths, "Don't... stop... I want... more... please..." It hurt Isabella's pride to say that: Not only was she dominated but she was ASKING another bitch to keep doing it. With a laugh, Melanie pushed Isabella down onto her knees.
"Fuck it, alright. But you need to make me cum first. You get nothing until I get off."
With that, Isabella desperately went to work, needing more of what she had just endured last night.
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If anyone feels inspired to continue the other intro sequences, or to write a different version for one of the pieces above, please feel free to contribute!
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