Mark Panzner was a successful businessman. He was fit and good looking and very financially well situated. He had married Kristy Summerville, a beautiful and talented businesswoman herself, and she had stopped working, though the small business she had started continued to provide the couple a steady income. Kristy had a small not-so-secret, secret though. When in business school, Kristy had worked as paid sex-worker. Legally, and above board, and she had been very successful and very good at it. It had been the source of the funding that initially allowed her to start her business. They had been happily married for 7 years. Not surprisingly, their marriage and especially their sex life, had been very adventurous. Kristy was very open to almost anything and Mark had met her in her professional capacity and so his predilections and her open-minded approach to her sexuality had engendered a very explorative and creative sexual relationship. Despite this, Mark began to stray a bit. Only on business trips, but stray nonetheless. Kristy could tell immediately, and at first she didn't care, but after a while, she noticed that someone was deliberately sending messages to her. It became clear when she found the third g-string in Mark's dirty clothes from one of his trips and she finally felt it necessary to confront him about it.
"I know you are fucking someone on the side," she said one night casually over dinner. "Why don't you just bring her home?" she suggested.
Mark looked at her and said, "You wouldn't get along and she doesn't want to be a part of our marraige."
"Well, you can have a side piece, but you can't have a side piece. She needs to be a part of our marraige, because I do not like having a woman thinking that she is competing with me in a game where I can't win."
"Why do you say you can't win? You've already won because I'm married to you."
"Not the way she thinks. She thinks she's able to take you away from me and I don't like that. The reason she doesn't want to join us is that she is afraid to meet me and for me to prove that I am the alpha."
Mark chuckled, "Oh, I don't think she is worried about that."
Mark didn't realize that was triggering for Kristy. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"She's not worried about you proving you're the alpha. She doesn't care."
"Oh, she does, you dumb fuck. Or else bring her here to prove it. Just once. If we test it, and I prove the alpha, she's done and she becomes a part of this relationhsip. If she proves the alpha, you can keep the relationship as she wants it."
Mark raised his eyebrows. "I'll see what she says."
"No, you'll do what I say."
"Or?" he asked.
"Or I'll show you what happens when you really cross me."
Mark liked it when she talked that way, and they never cleared the table, they just fucked hard right on the floor. He came first, she came twice.
He came to bed later and said, "She agreed, but not on your home turf. A neutral territory, the penthouse of the Ritz-Carlton."
"Whatever" shrugged Kristy. and she went to sleep.
The next night, Kristy got in the uber black that Mark had sent and went to the Ritz. When she got to the hotel, she stopped at the front desk and they gave her an access card for the penthouse, the elevator opened directly into the room. She was wearing a very sheer, curve-hugging black dress and nothing underneath. The entire lobby and hotel staff could not stop looking at her.
When she got off the elevator, it annoyed her that Mark and Shay, the bitch who was fucking him, were already there. Shay was stunning, Kristy noted. She was asian and about her age. She was definitely a formidable foe, but Kristy was a retired professional. Based on Mark's propensity, she assumed Shay was as well, or maybe even stifll active.
There were few pleasantries. Kristy was angry with Mark and so she simply said, "Where are we doing this?" he nodded to the massive bedroom.
She looked at Shay. "You in the business?" Shay nodded.
"You've done this before?" Shay nodded.
"Great. So simple, no face. I don't give a shit about anything else, but this is you and me until you submit to my pussy. But since I came to your chosen "neutral ground" when I win, I own you for the week."
Shay smiled, "And if I win? "
"You won't." Kristy said, with confidence.
Mark sat in an overstuffed high-back chair as both women stripped on either side of the bed. He wasn't sure what to expect, but both women clealry knew what they were doing.
They were a stunning contrast. Mark pulled out his cock, sipping his glass of Macallan.
The women got on their knees and moved towards each other. They were both very busty and Mark saw the intensity on their faces as their breasts nearly touched as the two women got close to one another. Suddenly, they lurched forward, grabbing each other by the hair, hard and pressing their mouths together. They began to kiss aggressively as their breasts pressed together, mushrooming out. He watched closely as the breasts seemed to have their own battle until something seemed to shift and Kristy's breasts seemed to swallow up and flatten Shay's. The two women simultaneous relesaed one hand from the other's hair and began to manually stimulate their opponent. They appeared to physically struggle with each other and then Shay seemed to successfully force Kristy down onto her back. They then began to fuck. Mark began to masturbate. At the same time, they seemed to be pulling and grappling with one another while still aggressively kissing, occasionally breaking the seal to breathe and trash talk. Shay gyrated intensely between Kristy's legs as the blonde shuddered and then bucked, the wave of an orgasm washing over her body. "Fffffuck me..." she mumbled.
Shay "One-nothing, bitch." Kristy tried to roll on top of the brunette but the brunette held the top position and to Mark's suprise, despite his wife's exceptional fitness, Shay controlled the blonde and brought her to a second orgasm.
Shay broke the kiss again, "Pretty dominant, slut, huh?" But that didn't last long as seconds later, Shay in a massive orgasm. Kristy increased her thrusting and dug her nails into Shay's taut buttocks, pulling them apart for Mark to see her cute asshole as it puckered with a second and a third orgasm, almost sequentially.
The two women began to glisten with sweat and roll about on the bed. They were also beginning to gasp for breath. Shay's tits seemed to have swollen to flatten Kristy's at this point as the two struggled for another orgasm. Shay slipped. a finger into Kristy from behind, and the blonde thrust harder. Shay came for a fourth time. "Four-two whore, who's dominating now?" Kristy hissed.
Shay rolled on top of Kristy and used her body strength to break free and mount Kristy, cowgirl. She began to gyrate as Kristy tried to sit up, but Shay held her down. They struggled with each other and Kristy grabbed Shay's tits and twisted just as the brunette brought her to a screaming climax. Shay yanked Kristy's claws from her tits and broke free from the blonde, rolling off the bed, but not falling to the ground, instead catching her feet underneath her. Kristy got off the bed and the two women clashed. The altercation was mostly grappling and slapping but as the exchange unfolded, Shay was able to wrap Kristy up and slam her face down on the bed. She pinned her their with her forearm as she violated her pussy and her ass from behind with aggressive fingering. Kristy struggled as she looked straight at Mark and he smiled at her. He watched as her flushed face twisted and she bit her lip as the brunette brought her to climax twice more, before she was able to fight free and wrestle Shay back to the bed. Both women were drenched with sweat and their slick bodies were sliding over each other with ease. They were tiring as the fight was now going on almost 90 minutes. Shay was on her back, as Kristy thrust into her as intensely as she could. The blonde lifted her body off of her foe and Shay lifted her head up and began to suckle on Kristy's big tits. The blonde pushed her back down but not before she shuddered and supressed a near- orgasm. It was still six-five in favor of the brunette. Shay reached up and grabbed Kristy's hair, pulling her down onto the bed and woman-handling her so that she rolled on top. She fucked the blonde to a seventh orgasm. Kristy screamed and bucked wildly. Shay taunted her "Whose your mama, bitch? Are you my bitch? Do I FUCKING OWN YOU?"
Kristy was losing steam, the brunette was a strong fuck and was beating her at this point and she was beginning to doubt herself. The two women began to wrestle again, digging their nails into each other's backs. They ended up on their sides, and Kristy fingered Shay to climax. 7-6 and then they rolled about again, pulling hair and clawing and Kristy gained the top position and suddenly it was tied.
The two women were exhausted. They ground their bodies together aggressively. "Call it a draw, slut?" asked Shay, gasping through breaths.
"No fucking way." Kristy said, barely able to get the words out. "If you want this over, you have to quit."
Shay snorted, "You're the one that's losing, Kristy."
They grunted.
They groaned. Their pussies began to make noises that they didn't know they could make. Finally, their throbbing clits engaged. They pressed into one another. They trembled and quivered. Both women were exhausted. Both also knew that only one clit would win at this point and both realized that whichever knob of sexual nerve endings proved stronger, that would end this fight finally. The winner and the loser both knew instantly. One's clit retreated back into it's protective hood as her body was overwhelmed by a wild, screaming, convulsing orgasm.
The winner screamed, "It's over BITCH! Cum like you mean it! " The loser began to squirt sexual juices everywhere. "That's right, slut! Cum! Scream my name and tell me I'm the alpha!! LET ME HEAR YOU!!"
OH GOD, MY PUSSY! OH GOD, YOU WIN, YOU'RE THE ALPHA KRISTY! YOU'RE THE ALPHA!!" The blonde immediately moved her body to straddle the brunette, mounting her face and exploding in a squiritng orgasm all over her defeated brunette foe. As she finished. She dismounted. She grabbed her dress, walked over to Mark, mounted him, took him inside of herself and with one clench of her exhausted vaginal muscles, brought him to an explosive orgasm, shooting massive amounts of cum inside of her. She dismounted, slapped him in the face, grabbed his Macallan and guzzled it in one sip, slammed the glass down on the side table next to him and said, "I'm going home, bring our bitch back to the house now and then sleep in the guest room, I need to play withe my new pet tonight."
Then she stepped into the dress, grabbed her shoes, and got on the elevator.
