Discord Argument to a Catfight in London!

[emily.s]

This story is based off my fight chat log with the amazing Berkleigh (https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=70988)

Full disclosure: I have taken help of AI to AI at some places while putting this together.

Discord Argument to a Catfight in London!

Emily had been trying to forget about that stupid Discord argument for days. It had gotten nasty fast, the kind of back-and-forth where neither of them would back down. She had called Berkleigh every name she could think of and then some. In return she had been called worse. Eventually she just logged off and stayed off. Work kept her busy anyway, and she figured a couple weeks away from the server would do her good.

London helped. She had taken the day off and headed into the city, ending up near Tower Bridge as the sun started to go down. It was one of those warm evenings where the light hits everything just right. She was wearing a light summer dress and flats, nothing fancy, just comfortable. She had been standing there for a while, watching the river and the people, when someone bumped hard into her shoulder from behind.

"Hey, watch it..." she started, turning around annoyed.

And froze.

It was her.

Berkleigh stood there, blonde hair catching the sunset, wearing a summer dress as well. For a second neither of them said anything. Then Berkleigh's mouth curled into something that wasn't quite a smile.

"Yes... Emily. It's me."

Emily felt her stomach twist. Part anger, part something she did not want to name. Berkleigh looked good, better than she had expected honestly, and that only pissed her off more.

"Of all the places," Emily muttered.
Berkleigh stepped in closer, close enough that their dresses brushed when the breeze moved. "Don't flatter yourself. I did not come looking for you."

They stared at each other. The people around them were still watching the sunset, taking photos, completely unaware that two women were standing chest to chest like they were about to throw down right there on the pavement.

Emily's hands went to her hips. She could feel her heart beating harder than it should. "So be it, babe. If this is where you want to get that flat ass of yours handed over."



Berkleigh's eyes narrowed. She shoved forward with her chest, pushing Emily back a step. "The only thing that's going to happen here is you get fucking laid out if you do not back off."

Emily did not back off. She stepped right back in until their breasts were pressed together through the thin fabric. "Two options, bitch. One, you back off and run. Two, your place or mine. Right fucking now."

Berkleigh did not even hesitate. "Your place. Now."

They walked the half mile to Emily's flat in tense silence, except for the occasional hissed insult. Their hips kept knocking into each other on purpose. When they passed other people they forced these fake little laughs, like they were just two friends out for the evening. But under that, their fingers were locked together, nails digging into the backs of each other's hands hard enough to leave marks.

The second the door to the flat closed and Emily turned the lock, Berkleigh spun around and slapped her across the face. Hard.

"Shut the fuck up."

Emily's head snapped sideways. For a second she just stood there, stunned, the sting blooming across her cheek. Then something snapped. She grabbed Berkleigh's hair with both hands and yanked her sideways, spinning her around and slamming her back against the wall.

"Fuck you, bitch!"

What happened after that was messy and ugly and fast. They tore at each other like they had been waiting for this. Hair got pulled in handfuls. Dresses got ripped. Emily heard the fabric tear on hers and did not care.



They stumbled through the living room, crashing into furniture, knocking things over.



Nails raked across skin. Both of them were breathing hard, cursing, moaning when something hurt in that sharp, electric way. At some point they ended up on the floor, separated.. panting!



But they just growled and snarled at eachother and again pounced on eachother, fighting viciously as dresses got shredded and bras came off. Emily's dress was hanging off one shoulder. Berkleigh's was gone completely. They kept grabbing for each other, rolling, one on top then the other. It stopped being just a fight somewhere in the middle of it. Hands started sliding lower. They were still pulling hair, still slapping, but now there was grinding too, hips pushing, thighs spreading.

Emily got Berkleigh on her back and shoved a hand between her legs, fingers rubbing hard over her panties. Berkleigh gasped, then snarled and did the same to her. They kissed like they were trying to hurt each other with their mouths, teeth clashing, tongues pushing. The panties came off not long after. Then it was just skin on skin, wet and hot and desperate.

They fought for position the whole time. Emily would get on top and grind her pussy down hard against Berkleigh's, slapping her tits, calling her every name she could think of. Then Berkleigh would buck her off, roll them, and do the same back, slower, meaner, like she was trying to make Emily break first.

It went on like that for what felt like forever. The carpet was damp with sweat. Their hair was stuck to their faces. Every time one of them got close the other would change the angle or slap them or bite their neck just to drag it out.

Eventually they ended up locked together properly, legs scissored tight, arms gripping each other, nothing between their pussies but heat and friction. No more fancy moves. Just raw, hard thrusting. Clits dragging and slamming together with every push. The sound of it was obscene, wet skin slapping, both of them panting and moaning and cursing.

Emily was right on the edge, trying to hold it, trying to make Berkleigh come first. But Berkleigh suddenly changed the rhythm, slower, deeper, grinding her clit right against Emily's in these deliberate, punishing circles.

Emily's eyes went wide. "No... fuck... Berkleigh... NOOOOO..."

She came hard, her whole body jerking as she gushed over Berkleigh's pussy and thighs. She kept moving through it, could not stop, and the sounds coming out of her were half moans, half sobs. Her arms gave out and she collapsed backward onto the carpet, chest heaving, completely spent.

Berkleigh did not let up. She kept grinding through Emily's orgasm until her own hit, back arching, a raw scream ripping out of her throat as she came all over Emily. Then she dropped forward, bodies sliding together, both of them shaking.

They stayed like that for a long time, just breathing. Eventually Berkleigh's mouth found Emily's in a slow, exhausted kiss. Neither of them had the energy to do anything else. They passed out tangled together on the living room floor.

Emily woke up first, a few hours later. Her body hurt everywhere. She pushed Berkleigh off her and sat up slowly. The flat was quiet except for their breathing. She looked at the ripped clothes scattered around, and at the marks on her skin.

Berkleigh stirred when Emily moved. She opened her eyes but did not say anything at first.

Emily stared at the floor. "You won," she said, voice rough. "But this isn't over. I'm getting my revenge. I promise you that."

Berkleigh did not gloat. She just got up, a little unsteady on her feet, and walked over to the closet Emily had nodded toward earlier. She picked out some clothes without asking, a simple top and skirt that fit well enough. When she was dressed she came back over, took Emily's chin in her hand, and made her look up.

"Anytime," she said quietly.

"Anywhere."

Then she kissed her again, hard, almost rough, before pulling away. She walked out without looking back, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

Emily stayed on the floor for a long time after that, listening to the silence. Her body still felt like it was buzzing. She so much wanted to meet that bitch again! like right fucking now... only if her body supported.

Berkleigh on the other hand, while tired and bruised had a wide grin on her face. But somewhere deep down she knew this was not just a one off fight. Question was, when?

[sprocket73]

Oh let's have some more of this story when you have time..great story

[Alix_Fights]

Great fight, ladies!

[Alix_Fights]