You Want Me To Do What Now?

[DavidG]

You hooked us with the build up and sealed the deal with the fight
Very well done
My only slight disappointment was the fact that neither did go for the pussy but the little bit at the end gives me hope you're already working on the rematch that will include that and maybe more
However it's what I wanted to see Not a criticism of a very good story

[dcdave]

Keisha pushed herself to her feet, her chest still heaving, sweat glistening on her dark skin. Red marks bloomed across her ribs and arms, and her ponytail hung loose, strands sticking to her neck. Her dark eyes burned with a mix of hurt and fury, her jaw tight as she glared at Heather, who was still catching her breath, propped against Dave's arm. Keisha's loss stung, a bitter edge to her pride, and she wasn't ready to walk away. She stepped to the center of the cleared carpet, her bare feet planted firmly, and crossed her arms over her bare chest. "We're not done," she said, her voice low, sharp. "I want another round. Different fight."

Heather, riding the high of her victory, wiped sweat from her brow and straightened, her hazel eyes narrowing with curiosity. Her thighs ached, her cheek stung from slaps, but the adrenaline pumping through her made her feel invincible. "Oh yeah?" she said, a cocky grin spreading. "What's your game, Keisha? Ready to lose again?"

Keisha's lips twitched, but her gaze didn't waver. "No grappling, no punching. Just us, face to face. Hands on throats, choking until one of us goes out." Her words hung heavy in the air, the challenge raw and brutal. "You game, or you scared?"

Heather froze, her grin faltering for a split second. Choking? Her heart skipped, the intensity of Keisha's stare boring into her. Keisha's husband let out a strangled, anxious noise, his eyes darting between the women, his hands flexing nervously. Dave exhaled a sharp "whuuf," his face a mix of shock and arousal, his cock twitching despite the tension. The room felt smaller, the AC's rattle louder, as Keisha stood squarely in the middle of their makeshift fight pit, her silence a dare.

Heather swallowed, her palms sweaty again, but the fire in her chest wouldn't let her back down. She stepped forward, meeting Keisha's gaze, her voice steady despite the nerves knotting her stomach. "I'm in," she said, tossing her auburn hair back. "Let's see how tough you really are."

The husbands exchanged a glance, both uneasy but caught in the moment. Keisha's husband paced to her side, his hand brushing her shoulder, murmuring, "You sure, babe?" She nodded, her focus locked on Heather. Dave touched Heather's arm, his fingers lingering on her slick skin. "You got this, right?" he asked, his voice thick. Heather gave a sharp nod, her eyes never leaving Keisha.

The women faced each other, bare feet scuffing the carpet, their bodies still slick with sweat from the first fight. They spent a moment adjusting their stances, hands hovering near each other's throats, testing the distance. Heather's fingers grazed Keisha's collarbone, finding the right grip, while Keisha's hands settled firmly around Heather's neck, her thumbs pressing just below the jaw. Their husbands circled slowly, watching, their touches light but constant--Dave's hand on Heather's back, Keisha's husband grazing her hip--both men caught between worry and fascination.

Satisfied with their grips, the women spread their legs slightly, knees bent, anchoring themselves. Their breasts heaved with shallow breaths, their eyes locked in a mix of defiance and fear. Dave's voice broke the silence, hoarse. "You ready, Heather?" She nodded, her jaw tight. "Yeah."

Keisha's husband cleared his throat, his eyes on his wife. "Keisha, you good?" She gave a curt nod, her fingers tightening. "Let's do it."

"Fight," Dave said, stepping back, his heart pounding.

The women didn't move their feet, their bodies rigid as their hands squeezed. Heather's fingers dug into Keisha's throat, her knuckles whitening, while Keisha's grip tightened on Heather's neck, her thumbs pressing hard against the windpipe. Their faces flushed, Heather's pale skin turning pink, then red, Keisha's mocha complexion darkening as blood flow slowed. Guttural gasps escaped their lips, their chests heaving, struggling for air. Their eyes stayed locked, each refusing to blink, even as their knees trembled, threatening to buckle.

Heather's vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edges, but she squeezed harder, her biceps flexing, determined to outlast Keisha. Keisha gagged, a choked sound, her lips parting, but her hands didn't falter, her grip like iron. Sweat dripped from their brows, mixing on the carpet, their bodies swaying slightly but feet rooted. Heather's legs shook, her thighs burning, and for a moment, her knees buckled, her weight sagging. She caught herself, gasping, and tightened her choke, desperate to stay in it.

Keisha's face contorted, her breath a ragged wheeze, but her eyes blazed with fury. She leaned in, putting more pressure on Heather's throat, her thumbs digging deeper. Heather choked, a strangled cough escaping, her face now a deep crimson, her eyes watering. Her hands weakened, her grip slipping as her knees wobbled again. Keisha sensed it, her own pain ignored, and squeezed with everything she had, her forearms trembling with effort.

Heather's body betrayed her. Her hands fell limp, her arms dropping as her eyes fluttered shut. Her legs gave out, and she slumped, her big ass hitting the carpet with a soft thud, her body crumpling in a heap. Keisha released her grip, staggering back, gasping for air, her own face flushed and sweat-soaked. She braced her hands on her knees, panting, her victory hard-won but undeniable.

Dave rushed to Heather, dropping to his knees, his hands cupping her face. "Babe, you okay?" he said, his voice frantic. Heather's eyes fluttered open, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, her throat raw. She nodded weakly, disoriented but conscious, her pride bruised more than her body.

Keisha's husband pulled her into a quick hug, his relief evident. "Fuck, Keisha, you're crazy," he muttered, but his grin showed his pride. Keisha straightened, still catching her breath, and looked down at Heather, her expression a mix of respect and lingering anger. "Told you I'd get you back," she said, her voice hoarse but triumphant.

Heather pushed herself up, leaning on Dave, her hazel eyes meeting Keisha's. "Good one," she rasped, her throat burning, but a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Next time, I'm choking you out."

Keisha laughed, sharp and genuine, wiping sweat from her brow. "We'll see, white girl. Bring it."

The husbands exchanged looks, the tension in the room shifting to something lighter, though the air still crackled with the raw energy of the fight. Dave helped Heather to her feet, his hands steadying her, his mind already replaying the choke-out, knowing this night would fuel his fantasies for years. The AC rattled on, the motel room feeling smaller than ever, as the two couples faced the reality of what they'd just done--and what might come next.

[DavidG]

Bonus material
Thank you

[bobf]

I love choking catfights! Please keep going. Great work so far!

[dcdave]

Heather sprawled on the dingy carpet, her big ass spread wide, one hand rubbing her raw, aching neck. The sting of defeat burned worse than the bruises blooming on her pale skin. She glanced at Dave, his face etched with pain and worry, and her gut twisted--she hated letting him down. Her hazel eyes flickered with hurt, anger simmering beneath the exhaustion. She wanted to bolt, to grab her gym bag and peel out of this seedy motel, but Keisha's shadow loomed over her, impossible to ignore.

Keisha stood tall, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her full breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her lips curled into a gleeful smirk, her dark eyes dancing with triumph after her comeback from that humiliating first loss. She noticed her husband's raging hard-on straining against his jeans, his stocky frame practically vibrating with pride and lust. Keisha tossed her loose ponytail, stepping closer to Heather, her bare feet scuffing the carpet. "What's it gonna be, white girl?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "You running already? Thought you were tougher than that."

Heather's jaw tightened, her fingers curling into fists. She pushed herself up, wincing, her thighs trembling but her resolve hardening. Dave was at her side, his hand steadying her elbow, his blue eyes searching hers with a mix of concern and unspoken desire. "You okay, babe?" he murmured, but Heather barely heard him. Her gaze locked on Keisha, the taunt igniting a fire in her chest. "You want another go?" Heather snapped, her voice hoarse, neck throbbing. "I'm not done with you."

Keisha's smirk faltered, a flicker of worry crossing her face. She was still buzzing from her win, but Heather's intensity unnerved her. Her heart raced. She couldn't back down, not with her husband watching, not after that taunt. But her bravado muted, her voice quieter. "Yeah... I'm game," she said, less bold, her eyes darting to her husband for support. He stepped closer, his goatee framing a cocky grin, but his hands flexed nervously.

The air thickened, the room a furnace of sweat and tension, the stale cigarette smell now laced with the raw musk of arousal. Keisha's husband broke the silence, his voice blunt, cutting through the haze. "Let's make it nasty," he said, eyes glinting. "Go at each other's pussies. Strip down, no limits." The words landed like a bomb, raw and shocking.

Heather's face flushed crimson, her neck still aching, sweat beading on her brow. Keisha's eyes widened, her mocha skin glistening, her confidence shaken. Both women were red-faced, panting, their bodies marked from the earlier brawl--Heather's pale skin splotched with red, Keisha's arms scratched and ribs tender. But the challenge hung there, undeniable, and the husbands' lustful stares pushed it forward.

Dave's cock twitched, his jeans painfully tight, his voice rough. "On the floor, side by side, heads at each other's thighs. Knees spread wide." Heather shot him a mortified glance--his boldness stunned her, but the heat in his eyes was unmistakable. Keisha's husband nodded, stepping closer to Heather. "I'll hold her knees open," he said, his tone daring. "Make sure my wife gets what she wants."

Heather's stomach flipped, a mix of shame and adrenaline surging as she realized a stranger would be touching her, staring at her exposed pussy. Keisha swallowed hard, her own nerves spiking at the thought of Dave's hands on her thighs, his cock brushing her skin. But the couples nodded, a silent agreement forged in the heat of the moment, the room smelling like sex and desperation.

The women moved slowly, peeling off what little they still wore. Heather slid down her pink Sugar Shorts, her sports bra already gone, revealing her puffy, pink pussy. Her lips pronounced, neat, a point of pride despite the absurdity of the moment. Keisha stripped off her booty shorts, her glorious, full vagina exposed, her thick lips a source of confidence now tinged with dread since she knew they'd be easy to grip. Both wives, mothers, stood bare, their fresh manicures gleaming under the motel's flickering light, a stark reminder of the pain they could inflict. The wildness of it, two women driven by lust and competition, crackled in the air.

They lowered themselves to the carpet, the rough fibers biting into their hips and shoulders. Lying on their sides, heads at each other's thighs, they spread their knees wide, exposing themselves fully. Dave knelt behind Keisha, his white hands stark against her dark skin, gripping her knees to keep them apart. His cock, hard as steel, brushed her calf through his jeans, a pulsing heat she couldn't ignore. Keisha's husband mirrored him, his hands on Heather's pale thighs, spreading her open, his own erection flexing against her leg. Heather's breath hitched, her face burning as she felt his gaze on her pussy, but she forced herself to focus on Keisha's exposed lips.

The women's hands hovered, fingers grazing each other's inner thighs, their breaths heavy, ragged. Dave and Keisha's husband, voices thick with arousal, laid out the rules, improvising as they went. "Nails okay," Dave said, his eyes locked on the women. "Gripping, twisting," Keisha's husband added, his goatee twitching with a grin. "Punching, slapping fine," Dave continued. "Go deep, go inside," Keisha's husband said, his voice a growl. The women glared at each other's pussies, the dirty carpet scratching their skin, their bodies trembling with nerves and fury.

"Ready?" Dave asked, his voice shaking. Heather felt Keisha's husband's cock pulse against her calf, a sickening thrill. "Yes," she spat, her voice raw. Keisha nodded, her eyes blazing despite her fear. "Yes."

"FIGHT!" Keisha's husband barked.

Their hands shot forward, fingers digging into each other's pussies with vicious speed. Heather's nails sank into Keisha's thick lips, twisting hard, a hiss escaping her clenched teeth. "Fucking bitch!" she snarled, her voice thick with pain and rage. Keisha's fingers clamped onto Heather's puffy lips, yanking with a savage pull, her own curse ripping out. "Take it, slut!" she spat, her face contorted.

The room erupted in noise: hisses, swears, and gasps from the women, their bodies writhing on the carpet. Heather slapped Keisha's pussy with a sharp crack, her nails raking across the sensitive flesh. "You like that, huh?" she growled, her neck still throbbing, her anger fueling each strike. Keisha retaliated, punching Heather's lips, her fingers gripping and twisting inside, drawing a choked scream. "Fuck you!" Keisha hissed, her voice breaking.

The men couldn't hold back, their voices raw with lust. "Come on, Heather, tear her up!" Dave shouted, his hands trembling as he kept Keisha's thighs spread, his cock grinding against her calf. "Get her, Keisha, rip that pussy!" her husband roared, his fingers digging into Heather's thighs, his erection pulsing against her leg. The women's grunts and curses mingled, their bodies slick with sweat, their manicured nails drawing red welts as they clawed and slapped.

Heather's was twisting Keisha's pronounced lips, but then her fingers plunged into the black wife, her own pain ignored as she snarled, "Tap out, bitch!" Keisha's eyes watered, but she fought back, her nails scraping Heather's labia and hood, a brutal punch landing on her clit. "Fuck you, I'll ruin you!" Keisha screamed, her voice hoarse. Their bodies bucked, hips jerking, the carpet burning their skin as they fought, each desperate to dominate, their husbands' cheers and groans pushing them harder.

Dave's eyes were glued to the scene, his breath ragged, cock throbbing against Keisha's calf as he watched Heather's fingers disappear up to her palm inside Keisha's pussy. Heather's forearm flexed, veins bulging, her nails clawing and scratching with a ferocity that made her look like a street whore fighting for her life. Keisha's wails filled the room, her voice cracking with horror as she screamed to her husband, "She's in me, baby! She's inside me!" Her dark eyes were wide, tears streaming down her face, her full lips trembling, drool pooling on the filthy carpet beneath her.

Heather was in a trance, a sadistic thrill coursing through her. Keisha's fear was like fuel, driving her deeper. She locked eyes with Keisha's husband, her voice a venomous hiss over the chaos. "I'm gonna rip your wife's womb out!" she snarled, her fingers twisting viciously, feeling the slick, soft walls of Keisha's vagina give under her nails. Keisha's face was a mess--tears, sweat, and drool mixing as her mouth hung open, her body shaking with pain and humiliation. But she fought back, her fist slamming into Heather's clit with a wet, sickening thud that echoed over the men's shouts and the women's wails.

Heather's belly tensed, the pain like she'd crashed onto a bicycle bar, her breath coming in sobbing huffs. Her thighs twitched, instinctively trying to close, but Keisha's husband grunted, "No you don't," his hands forcing her pale legs wide, his own erection pulsing against her calf as he stared at her exposed, battered pussy. Both women were deep in each other now, fingers buried, clawing and twisting, their hisses of rage morphing into desperate pleas. "Stop, you bitch!" Heather choked, tears streaking her red face. "Fuck, please!" Keisha sobbed, her voice breaking.

But neither relented. Heather's nails dug deeper, tearing at Keisha's soaked, soft flesh, her own pain a distant roar as she felt Keisha's body shudder. Keisha's wails grew frantic, her head thrashing as she screamed to her husband, "I can't take it! It hurts! She's ruining my womb, baby!" Her voice was raw, her body convulsing. Dave, his face flushed with lust, leaned closer, his voice a growl. "Go harder, Heather! Go for her baby maker!" Heather's thighs clenched, her hips bucking as a shudder ripped through her. Keisha's husband saw it--Heather's eyes rolling back, her body trembling, and realized with a jolt that the white woman had just orgasmed from destroying his wife.

Keisha's resolve shattered. "I give! Stop, please!" she hollered, her voice a broken sob, her hands falling limp. Heather, panting, her fingers still buried, leaned closer, her voice a vicious snarl. "Say it, bitch. Who's got the stronger pussy?" Keisha's tears flowed freely, her body shaking as she choked out, "You... Heather... you do." Her voice was barely a whisper, defeated.

The women collapsed, parting with a wet, pained gasp, each falling onto their backs on the grimy carpet. Heather's chest heaved, her pale skin slick with sweat, red welts and scratches crisscrossing her thighs and pussy. Keisha lay sprawled, her dark skin glistening, her full lips trembling, her vagina raw and swollen. The room was silent except for the rattling AC and the men's heavy breathing, their cocks still straining, their faces a mix of awe and disbelief.

Dave knelt beside Heather, his hands hovering, voice hoarse. "Fuck, babe, you... you destroyed her." Heather managed a weak smirk, her throat raw, her body aching but buzzing with triumph. Keisha's husband pulled his wife up, his touch gentle but his eyes hard, muttering, "You okay, baby?" Keisha nodded, wiping her tears, her gaze avoiding Heather's.

The motel room felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with sex and violence. Heather and Keisha locked eyes for a moment, a flicker of respect passing between them, but the fire wasn't gone. They both knew this day was done, but that it wouldn't be the last time.

[Katherine-wins]

Such a great storyline

[dcdave]

Such a great storyline

Thank you!

[JasmineFCF]

Great story please let me fight Heather

[Rocko23]

That was brutal. The pussy destruction was amazing. Thank you.

[Rocko23]