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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Brunette vs Blonde

« Last post by jozzan22 on Yesterday at 06:20:58 PM »

Brunette (left) has been hired to cover the extra work from the season. Since day one customers and management have been obsessed with her.
Blonde (right) used to be the center of attention now she is jealous. A discussion about time sheets quickly became personal and Blonde saw an opportunity to beat the shorter Brunette. Brunette is a great swimmer withe great lung capacity and endurance.

Who wins?

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Catfighting / Request, with the background

« Last post by Janine_G on Yesterday at 06:03:14 PM »

Many of you have come to realize that I get a lot of pleasure out of writing stories here. Some are good, some are bad, some people like and most people don't really like, I suspect, but I write them, usually, for my own satisfaction. Some of them are based on real experiences and others on fantasy (for example, I have never seen two women "fight" with their breasts or through sex but I have seen several cat and/or fist fights--more than one would imagine. I have also experienced sexually aggressive women who try to dominate one another sexually, so maybe that is where the ideas of sexfighting come from in my head.)

Occasionally I get asked to write requests. This is something I consider on a case by case basis. Something in a recent request entertained me (as I have written before) and so I am including the details as shared. It may or may not be true, the attached media may or may not be accurate. My version of the story is based on the photos provided and the story shared, I hope that the person requesting enjoys it.

"Dear Janine,

Would you consider a request? Recently, my wife (Mandy, age 28) of 3 years got into a fight with one of my coworkers, Jess (age 27). As far as I know, neither has ever been in a fight before, but I never asked Jess, and Mandy never shared any stories (though maybe she just didn't bother to tell me since I have never thought to share any of my stories like that.). It basically all started with a simple thing, I was on a business trip with Jess and a few other coworkers. Jess has been flirting with me hard, and on the trip, was very over the top. I am faithful to my wife and nothing happened between us. I even shared with Mandy what was going on, but Mandy is a confident woman and trusted me. As a way of "reminding" me while I was away, Mandy sent me a nude selfie (included) and it came while we were out at a casual gathering of the account team. I admit, I didn't expect it, so when I opened it, Jess caught a glimpse of what it was, and taunted me until I acknowledged that I had received a nude pic from Mandy.

The next morning, Jess sent me the other pic attached, from her hotel room. I was stunned and embarrassed. I immediately called Mandy and told her. She was furious and told me NOT to delete it. The business trip only had one more day left and I facetimed Mandy that night from my bed to make me feel better about "proving" that nothing was going on. Fortunately, Mandy believed me and during the day, I tried to give Jess as little attention as possible, but she worked it pretty hard, to be honest.

Anyway, when I returned home, Mandy fucked my brains out. She was so happy that I had been faithful despite "that slutty whore throwing herself at me" and then she asked for Jess's phone number. I was hesitant and I asked her why, she simply explained that she wanted to "share a piece of her mind."

It is important to note that our in person office schedule is variable and Jess was not scheduled in-office for the rest of the week, while I had to go in to present the summary of the team trip (I was the team lead on this trip). Mandy was off from work this week--it was a school break (she is a teacher). On break weeks, she is usually either out in the yard working, cooking something, or exercising when I get home. When I came home the next day after work, Mandy was not anywhere to be found. I yelled for her and she answered from up in the bedroom.

That was weird, so I went up to find her. The shades were drawn and the lights were off, she was in bed. I went to turn them on and she said, "No, don't," which alarmed me.

"Mandy, what's up?" I could hear her sniffle.

"I made a mistake." she said.

"Okay, hon, whatever it is we'll deal with it."

"There's nothing to deal with, it was just a mistake, it's done now."

I thought about the car, maybe she had a car accident, but it had looked fine when I had pulled into the driveway. "What happened honey?"

"I texted that bitch Jess. I told her to stay away from you or else."

"Okay, that doesn't sound so bad."

"Well, she told me that she would do whatever the fuck she wanted and that if I was so great, I shouldn't worry because I would be able to keep my man, blah, blah. Anyway, one thing led to another and she showed up here."

"Still, what is the mistake?"

"Fuck." she said.

"What?" I said, walking towards the bed finally, not sure why I didn't walk over there sooner.

"Oh gosh, just turn on the bedside lamp..." she mumbled, and I could hear her sniffle again.

I turned on the light. I couldn't help myself, but I gasped. "What the fuck happened Mandy?" Her cheeks were tracked with her makeup, her left eye was bloodshot and she had a fat lip. She had scratches on her forehead, and near the eye that looked bad. She pulled the sheets down, she wasn't wearing any clothes and her upper body and chest (I couldn't see her back, but later saw her back too) were all scratched and red, and there were scattered bruises developing.

"Does it look that bad?" she asked.

"N-nn-n-no" I stammered. "Are you okay?"

She started to cry again, "Brad, she kicked my ass. I got beat up. She showed up, I threatened her and acted all tough and we fought and she beat the shit out of me. I fought as hard as I could, but she was stronger or crazier or something....are you embarrassed or disappointed in me?"

I consoled her and told her she was so silly to be worried. It was her ego that was bruised and she was worried that the other woman winning might make her more attractive to me or something but that was not it at all.

Anyway, here's the weird thing, the idea of my wife getting beat up in a fight was so hot that I have been jerking off to it for the past few months. Can you possibly write the story?"

Jess didn't come away clean, and she didn't have to be back in the office for a few days, she stayed off camera on zoom meetings alleging a bike accident, but I knew the truth. Funny thing was that even though she won the fight, she stopped flirting with me and I learned a few days ago that she is taking a new job somewhere else. So that problem is gone. We do have a few cameras in the house and a doorbell cam, so I went back and looked and saw Jess arrive, but the fight happened in the backyard out of view of the cameras, so I didn't get to see it. A story would be amazing.

This story starts with Jess arriving at the house...

Mandy was edgy, she didn't expect the text exchange with the other woman to escalate so quickly, but it had. She wasn't sure if there would be physical confrontation or anything, and she had only been in fights with her two sisters in her life, but she was strong and knew she could hold her own, or at least she thought she could.

The doorbell rang, and then a fist pounding on it. She screamed through the doorway, "Okay asshole, calm your tits!" and she opened the door. The other woman was wearing a sportsbra and lycra pants.

Mandy was wearing a tank top and tight lycra shorts herself.

Jess blurted out as Mandy opened the door, "So you think you can just boss me around, bitch? I can do whatever the fuck I want...why don't. you show me what 'or else' means???" Jess stepped up onto the threshold of the door.

Mandy wasn't about to back down. "Listen, you fucking slut. I'm married to Brad, he's my HUSBAND. You can take your fucking homewrecking attitude to some other bitch's house."

Jess snorted, "Well I'm here. You think you have such a tough girl attitude?"

Mandy wasn't inclined to fight unless she had to. "I am telling you, stay away from my husband, find some other man."

"Worried you can't keep him?"

"Oh sweetheart, look at me, and look at you. I have no worries about that. Plus, you're probably a wet fish in the bedroom." she sniffed for effect, "In fact, I think you should keep your legs closed, I think your pussy is stinking up the neighborhood."

"I don't take threats well, Mandy, If you think you want to put me in my place, you're gonna have to do it." Jess stepped forward.

Mandy sized her up. They were similar height, but Jess had bigger tits and wider hips. She was likely about 10 or 15 lbs heaiver than Mandy, but Mandy didn't care. Her heart was pounding and she was going to fuck this blonde up if it came down to it.

"Out back." Mandy finally growled.

The two women walked through the house and out the back door. There was no conversation as they both got out to the nicely manicured lawn. Suddenly they lurched at each other and grabbed hair.

Mandy was strong, but Jess was stronger. They were both bent at the waist and stumbling about. They kicked and punched at each other--every one of Jess's punches seemed to hit Mandy in her breasts until one hit her in the face, right in the mouth. The pain was unbearable. Mandy's eyes watered. In frustration, she clawed at Jess's face. The blonde pushed her backwards and then clawed at her face, her finger poked Mandy in the eye as her nails dug into her cheek. Mandy punched Jess in her breast and then clawed at her, yanking on her sports bra and causing her left tit to push out over the top. Jess hit her again and tackled her to the ground, straddling her. For some reason, she grabbed Jess's tit and dug her nails it.

Jess screeched at her, "You fucking slut, let go of my tit, and punched her in the face and then grabbed her breasts through the tank top and squeezed them. Mandy bucked and tried to get free but Jess was too heavy. She hit Mandy and pulled her hair repeatedly, clawing at her as Mandy clawed and scratched back. Mandy rolled over on to her belly underneath Jess's thighs and Jess punched her back and scratched at her as Mandy forced herself to her hands and knees. Jess stood up and yanked Mandy's head back by her hair and began punching her in the face. Mandy covered her face as she took the punches. Jess reached over and grabbed one of Mandy's boobs, slipping her hand under the tank top and squeezing her tit as hard as she could.

Mandy let out a shrill cry. Jess yanked her head around violently, hurting Mandy's neck. She dragged Mandy backwards so that she was dragging her by her hair on her back and then punching her every once in a while in her head and chest.

Finally Mandy screamed, "Stop!! You win, you fucking win, you psycho. Get the fuck out of my house."

Jess laughed, "That's right loser, I fucking kicked your ass. Pussy. Lay there tits up..."

And she tucked her tit back into her sports bra, wiped her face and walked out through the side gate. Mandy curled up into a fetal position and sobbed for several minutes before she got up, went upstairs and crawled into her bed....