[sh03s]

But I can see you are all so talented as writers. Can anybody write a through catfight story where the women are at war because of shoes? Preferably heels. Please?

[gmenn]

I guess this old story have to like you. It don't?


Shoe Store Struggle
29-Nov-98 04:56:13


Another brand new story from Dan the man


I work at a shoe store in a very large shopping mall on the north side
of town. Just the other day we had a large sale that just about clean
out our entire inventory. The day after the sale, shortly after I opened
up the store, a very beautiful brunette entered and started browsing
through the few pairs of high heel pumps that we still had left. I
approached her and asked her if there was something I could help her
with. She said she was just looking for the moment. I couldn't help but
notice her long legs encased in black nylons and dark green high heel
pumps. She was also wearing dark green shirt and a short green and black
plaid pleated skirt, it kind of reminded me of a school girl skirt. I
went back to working on the order sheets and when I looked back up I
noticed another woman had enter the store. She was a blonde and I
figured the two women must know each other because the blonde was
dressed almost identical to the brunette. A dark red shirt, short dark
red and black plaid pleated skirt, black nylons and dark red high heel
pumps.

I watched as the two women reached for the same shoe that was sitting on
display. Both took a hold of it and a bit of a struggle erupted. I could
hear the two cursing at one another. I quickly ran over and settled the
two women down. They both just stood there and glared into each other's
eyes. I suggested they take a seat and I would help the both of them. To
my surprise they sat directly across from one another still giving each
other the evil eye. The brunette had her right leg crossed over her left
and the blonde had her left leg crossed over her right. The high heel
shoes dangled toe to toe. I kneeled down between them and told them I
needed to measure their feet. I took off the left shoe of the blonde and
noticed her cute little toes were painted a pretty shade of green
through her black nylons. I then removed the right shoe of the brunette
to see her toes were painted red. Their feet dangle toe-to-toe with just
and inch or so between them. I took my measuring board out and slipped
the foot of the blonde into the unit and slid the levers down to measure
the width and length of her foot. I noticed her foot was warm and moist.
She measured out to be the perfect size seven.

I pulled the measuring device away from her foot and started readjusting
the levers. I cursed out loud a couple of times and pretended the device
was now broken. I explained to the blonde that since my measuring device
was broken I needed to use her foot as a reference to get an idea what
size feet the brunette had. Neither women said a word and did nothing
but continued to stare into each others eyes. I figured this gave me the
go ahead so I grabbed the right ankle of the Brunette and the left ankle
of the Blonde. Raising their feet up until the soles of their feet faced
one another. I held them apart for a moment then brought the two soft
nylon stocking feet together. I could hear the sheer sounds their nylon
covered feet made as I slid their feet back and forth across each other
while I pretended like I was trying to line them up in comparison. I
might have over done this just a little bit but the two women were so
focused on each other I doubt they even noticed. One I had them
Heel-to-heel and toe-to-toe I made the comparison. It was the perfect
match. Nothing like I had ever seen. I even announced to them that they
were exactly the same size. With those words I swore I could feel the
two women pressing the bottoms of their feet together hard. I held their
feet together for sometime, a lot longer than necessary.

Finally I lowered their feet and announced that I needed to go into the
back room and get two size seven pairs of the black high heels that they
had picked out. I left the two of them toe-to-toe. After searching
through the back room I was only able to come up with one pair of black
high heel pumps. I was a little nervous returning with only one pair of
shoes. When I return the two women had their feet together again,
perfectly lined up sole to sole still glaring at one another. I hated to
tell them I only had one pair of black heels left, but knew I had to.
After I told them they slowly started to rub the bottoms of their
nyloned feet together. Harder and harder they rub and soon their other
shoe came off and they rubbed with both feet. Sitting across from one
another grinding harder and harder. All I could hear was black nylons
rubbing on black nylons. This went on for sometime until then they
started slamming the bottoms of the feet together repeatedly. Their high
heel shoes piled together below their struggling feet.

Their feet slipped off one another and their legs became entangled. They
used their legs to pull each other to the floor. Two sets of black
pantyhose covered legs entwined tightly and started to slide roughly
together as they rolled around on the floor. I realized these two had
gotten quite carried away. I didn't want to risk losing my job so I
tried to convince them they could settle this in the back of the store.
Finally the two separated. I led them to the back of the store to a
small storage room. I suggested the two of them settle this by pressing
the bottoms of their feet together and have an all out foot fight. So
the two women sat on the floor facing one another. Legs straight out in
front they came together sole to sole. Black nylons against Black
nylons, they started rubbing harder and harder. Grinding feet against
feet. The two women's eyes locked together the entire time. On and on
the foot fight continued. I kept having to peak out to the front of the
store to make sure no one was waiting for me. Fortunately it was early
enough that no one was around.

The battle begin to slow. Eventually the grinding stopped and the two
lined up their perfectly matched feet and pressed hard together. Even
though there was no movement I could tell their feet were still fighting
each other. At this point I knew the battle would continue for a long
time. I needed to be in the front of the store encase any customers
happened along. I came up an idea that would keep them fighting. I went
to the front of the store and took two pairs of black pantyhose off the
shelf. I went back to the women and proceeded to wrap their feet
together using the black pantyhose. I wrapped tight to make sure they
couldn't get apart. I left the two women tied together sole-to-sole as I
worked the front of the store for the rest of the day. Every once in a
while I would go back and check on them to make sure they were still
fighting sole-to-sole. Later on that day another blonde and brunette got
into it over the same black high heel shoe. These two were wearing white
nylons. They ended up sole-to-sole as I measured their feet. I took them
to the back room and when the other two women with black nylons saw the
two with white nylons, they challenged them to put their white nylon
stocking covered feet up against their black nylon stocking covered
feet.The white nylon stocking women accepted.

[sh03s]

I guess this old story have to like you. It don't?


Shoe Store Struggle
29-Nov-98 04:56:13


Another brand new story from Dan the man


I work at a shoe store in a very large shopping mall on the north side
of town. Just the other day we had a large sale that just about clean
out our entire inventory. The day after the sale, shortly after I opened
up the store, a very beautiful brunette entered and started browsing
through the few pairs of high heel pumps that we still had left. I
approached her and asked her if there was something I could help her
with. She said she was just looking for the moment. I couldn't help but
notice her long legs encased in black nylons and dark green high heel
pumps. She was also wearing dark green shirt and a short green and black
plaid pleated skirt, it kind of reminded me of a school girl skirt. I
went back to working on the order sheets and when I looked back up I
noticed another woman had enter the store. She was a blonde and I
figured the two women must know each other because the blonde was
dressed almost identical to the brunette. A dark red shirt, short dark
red and black plaid pleated skirt, black nylons and dark red high heel
pumps.

I watched as the two women reached for the same shoe that was sitting on
display. Both took a hold of it and a bit of a struggle erupted. I could
hear the two cursing at one another. I quickly ran over and settled the
two women down. They both just stood there and glared into each other's
eyes. I suggested they take a seat and I would help the both of them. To
my surprise they sat directly across from one another still giving each
other the evil eye. The brunette had her right leg crossed over her left
and the blonde had her left leg crossed over her right. The high heel
shoes dangled toe to toe. I kneeled down between them and told them I
needed to measure their feet. I took off the left shoe of the blonde and
noticed her cute little toes were painted a pretty shade of green
through her black nylons. I then removed the right shoe of the brunette
to see her toes were painted red. Their feet dangle toe-to-toe with just
and inch or so between them. I took my measuring board out and slipped
the foot of the blonde into the unit and slid the levers down to measure
the width and length of her foot. I noticed her foot was warm and moist.
She measured out to be the perfect size seven.

I pulled the measuring device away from her foot and started readjusting
the levers. I cursed out loud a couple of times and pretended the device
was now broken. I explained to the blonde that since my measuring device
was broken I needed to use her foot as a reference to get an idea what
size feet the brunette had. Neither women said a word and did nothing
but continued to stare into each others eyes. I figured this gave me the
go ahead so I grabbed the right ankle of the Brunette and the left ankle
of the Blonde. Raising their feet up until the soles of their feet faced
one another. I held them apart for a moment then brought the two soft
nylon stocking feet together. I could hear the sheer sounds their nylon
covered feet made as I slid their feet back and forth across each other
while I pretended like I was trying to line them up in comparison. I
might have over done this just a little bit but the two women were so
focused on each other I doubt they even noticed. One I had them
Heel-to-heel and toe-to-toe I made the comparison. It was the perfect
match. Nothing like I had ever seen. I even announced to them that they
were exactly the same size. With those words I swore I could feel the
two women pressing the bottoms of their feet together hard. I held their
feet together for sometime, a lot longer than necessary.

Finally I lowered their feet and announced that I needed to go into the
back room and get two size seven pairs of the black high heels that they
had picked out. I left the two of them toe-to-toe. After searching
through the back room I was only able to come up with one pair of black
high heel pumps. I was a little nervous returning with only one pair of
shoes. When I return the two women had their feet together again,
perfectly lined up sole to sole still glaring at one another. I hated to
tell them I only had one pair of black heels left, but knew I had to.
After I told them they slowly started to rub the bottoms of their
nyloned feet together. Harder and harder they rub and soon their other
shoe came off and they rubbed with both feet. Sitting across from one
another grinding harder and harder. All I could hear was black nylons
rubbing on black nylons. This went on for sometime until then they
started slamming the bottoms of the feet together repeatedly. Their high
heel shoes piled together below their struggling feet.

Their feet slipped off one another and their legs became entangled. They
used their legs to pull each other to the floor. Two sets of black
pantyhose covered legs entwined tightly and started to slide roughly
together as they rolled around on the floor. I realized these two had
gotten quite carried away. I didn't want to risk losing my job so I
tried to convince them they could settle this in the back of the store.
Finally the two separated. I led them to the back of the store to a
small storage room. I suggested the two of them settle this by pressing
the bottoms of their feet together and have an all out foot fight. So
the two women sat on the floor facing one another. Legs straight out in
front they came together sole to sole. Black nylons against Black
nylons, they started rubbing harder and harder. Grinding feet against
feet. The two women's eyes locked together the entire time. On and on
the foot fight continued. I kept having to peak out to the front of the
store to make sure no one was waiting for me. Fortunately it was early
enough that no one was around.

The battle begin to slow. Eventually the grinding stopped and the two
lined up their perfectly matched feet and pressed hard together. Even
though there was no movement I could tell their feet were still fighting
each other. At this point I knew the battle would continue for a long
time. I needed to be in the front of the store encase any customers
happened along. I came up an idea that would keep them fighting. I went
to the front of the store and took two pairs of black pantyhose off the
shelf. I went back to the women and proceeded to wrap their feet
together using the black pantyhose. I wrapped tight to make sure they
couldn't get apart. I left the two women tied together sole-to-sole as I
worked the front of the store for the rest of the day. Every once in a
while I would go back and check on them to make sure they were still
fighting sole-to-sole. Later on that day another blonde and brunette got
into it over the same black high heel shoe. These two were wearing white
nylons. They ended up sole-to-sole as I measured their feet. I took them
to the back room and when the other two women with black nylons saw the
two with white nylons, they challenged them to put their white nylon
stocking covered feet up against their black nylon stocking covered
feet.The white nylon stocking women accepted.

Whoa.

[York]

I found this story that I saved in the past.
IT IS NOT MY STUFF. I DID NOT WRITE IT. So praise go to the original author whose name/nick I cannot remember.
According to me it is a great story.

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Shoe Store Catfight!”

Jenny and her best friend Julie are at the end of a long shopping spree. It's getting late and only one store in the shopping plaza is still open. The Foot Fetish Boutique specializes in sexy ladies footwear; thigh high boots, stiletto heels, latex and sex toys. There are only two other people in the store, a rather handsome salesman and his leggy blonde customer, whom he's busy fawning over. He's kneeling before her enthusiastically slipping a pair of high heeled pumps onto her pretty feet. The huge bulge between his legs is embarrassingly obvious. This is a man that loves his job. While Jenny is off looking at slutty shoes, Julie is checking out the sexy blonde as she struts up and down the aisle in a pair of spike heel shoes that would make a dominatrix proud. She's your stereotypical California girl; blonde hair, blue eyes, a hard tanned body and big, firm tits. Julie laughs to herself as she imagines the blondes name to be "Barbie", that plastic icon of female perfection; but Barbie would never dress like a slut! Julie’s daydreaming is interrupted by Jenny prancing up to her excitedly with a single, sexy, stiletto heeled sandal in her hand that she got from the display. "Come on", Jenny says, "this is the last pair, lets get the other shoe and go before they close.” Jenny approaches the salesman at the counter and asks for the other shoe, since it wasn't on display. But before the salesman can answer, "Barbie" wiggles up to the counter and plops down the matching shoe besides the other and says, "I'll take these." Jenny snaps her head around and stares in disbelief at the arrogant bitch. "I don't THINK so", she says with more than a little bit of attitude to the arrogant blonde. "Who the hell was talking to you." Barbie responds with plenty of attitude of her own. The salesman knows an opportunity when he sees it. "Maybe you ladies could flip a coin over them; or maybe".... he leaves the sentence unfinished, smiling ear to ear. "Or maybe what!" Barbie snaps at him, her eyes never leaving Jenny’s, trying to stare her down. "Maybe you could fight for them?" he suggests meekly. "Free shoes for the winner!" he ads, sweetening the pot. Julie takes a seat to watch the drama unfold, finding the possibility of a Catfight strangely erotic. You can hear a pin drop as the seconds pass, each woman staring down the other, the Tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Barbie, apparently deciding against a showdown, walks away and towards the door. She reaches the door, but instead of leaving, she turns the sign hanging on the door around to read "CLOSED" and draws the blinds shut. It's decided. The salesman takes a seat, eagerly anticipating the action. Barbie steps quickly towards Jenny and as soon as she's within arms reach she thumps her hard in the chest, knocking her backwards a few steps. Retaliating instantly, Jenny attacks the bimbos most vulnerable asset, her big tits. Barbie howls in pain as Jenny digs her long nails into Barbie’s tender tits. Barbie grabs Jenny by the hair and both women crash to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. The sight of two such beautiful woman rolling around on the floor, skirts hiked up, clothes being ripped from their hard bodies, gets Julie excited. She can feel the honey beginning to ooze from her @#%$. Meanwhile Barbie makes use of her shapely legs and manages to capture Jenny’s neck between her powerful thighs, Jenny’s worried face only inches from Barbie’s perfumed, blonde @#%$. This could be the end for Jenny. Barbie crosses her ankles and squeezes hard trying her best to snap Jenny’s neck. Jenny fights desperately trying to break free, knowing that she can't last much longer, but her hands aren’t strong enough to pry the blondes legs apart. Julie, watching intently is excited at the sight of her friends face trapped between those beautiful legs, only inches from the blondes @#%$. It makes Julie hot. She leans back in her chair, her hand slides between her legs and she begins to caress the crease of her @#%$ through the silk fabric of her already damp panties. Jenny is choking and only seconds away from passing out when she see’s that her slut opponent is wearing crotchless pantyhose. Thinking quickly, she jams her fingers through the opening and into the blondes cxnt, curling her nails into talons and clawing at the inside of her snatch. Barbies legs immediately fly open in submission and she screams in agony at the torture being inflicted. Enjoying her revenge Jenny continues to tear at her victims pussy.
Barbie flails helplessly on the floor unable to fight back. Still not satisfied that the bimbo has suffered enough, Jenny straddles Barbies face and slowly lowers her sweaty pussy down onto Barbie’s pretty mouth. "SUCK MY @#%$, SLUT!" she orders her. "SUCK MY STINKING @#%$, BITCH OR I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKIN' C-SECTION!"
Jenny jabs her nails into Barbie’s @#%$ for emphasis. Barbie bucks at the pain and immediately begins to do as ordered, licking and sucking submissively on Jenny’s moist, sweaty, slit. Julies panties are now soaking wet. Looking over to the salesman, Julie sees that he has his big @#%$ out and is stroking it to full length. She slips her hand into her panties and sighs deeply as her finger finds the wet, slippery nub of her clit. Meanwhile Barbies big tits are hanging out and jiggling as Jenny humps and grinds her @#%$ into her victim’s face. Jenny closes her eyes and throws her head back just seconds away from orgasm. Then suddenly, apparently for no reason, Jenny screaming in pain and grabbing at her own @#%$, her face twisted in pain. It takes a moment for Julie to realize what has happened. Barbie has Jenny’s @#%$ clamped tightly between her teeth! Jenny screams in pain like a woman possessed by a demon. Barbie, like a pitbull bites down harder and harder until finally Jenny falls backwards onto the floor in a heap, near unconscious. Barbie pulls herself to her knees and wipes Jenny’s @#%$ drool from her mouth. Her attack is brutal. Grabbing Jenny by the hair, she slams her head repeatedly onto the floor, knocking her senseless. Jenny’s body goes limp, still conscious but badly dazed, unable to even focus her eyes. Continuing her attack, Barbie tears at Jenny’s remaining clothes, ripping them to shreds, until she’s left naked. Jenny’s exposed tits and @#%$ are Barbie’s next target as she drags her sharp nails from Jenny’s firm tits down to and across the mound of her smooth, shaved @#%$ leaving behind a trail of long, bloody red welts. Satisfied for the moment, Barbie stands and takes her winnings from the counter. Slipping them onto her feet, she struts over to Jenny’s prone body and stands over her triumphantly. She takes the tip of her stiletto heel and flicks at the nipples of Jenny’s heaving tits, toying with them as she speaks down at her. "I'm not done with you, @#%$." she says, her voice dripping with hate. "Not by a long shot." "Your going to pay for making me eat your nasty @#%$." "Your going to pay dearly." With renewed strength, she reaches down and grabbing a handful of Jenny’s hair, yanks her to her feet. Jenny stumbles behind her, as she’s dragged across the room. Barbie roughly bends her over the sex toy counter, so that Jenny’s pretty feet are dangling off the floor. From the display case she takes a long, fat, shiny black, strap-on dildo and positions it in place against her @#%$. She spreads the cheeks of Jenny’s ass apart. "I'M GOING TO ASS FUCKING YOU,WHORE!"
Jenny resists feebly as Barbie lays the head of her cock against Jenny’s puckered pussy. Then, with one powerful thrust she slams her fat cock up Jenny’s ass. All poor Jenny can do is squirm and groan pathetically as Barbie stuffs all ten, fat inches inside her, raping her tight little ass. Jenny’s dangling booted legs thump off the counter with each long stroke keeping time. Julies panties are now down around her knees and she's furiously fingering her dripping snatch. She's moaning with pleasure, her eyes glued to the hot blondes tight ass and long legs flexing with each thrust as she fucks her best friend up the ass. Julies fingers begin to match Barbies thrusts. Watching the shiny black dildo disappearing up her friends ass sends the horny bitch over the edge to Orgasm. Julie’s legs begin to tremble as she stabs her fingers hard and fast into her sloppy wet @#%$, making wet, slapping sounds. She gropes at her left tit, pinching hard and twisting her stiff nipple. Her moans of pleasure turn to screams of Orgasm as her hips hump furiously to meet the thrusts of her fingers. Her whole body goes stiff, paralyzed by Orgasm as her @#%$ spasms out of control. Spent, she slumps down onto the chair breathing raggedly, the waves of ecstasy still washing over her, legs still spread, fingers still buried in her oozing snatch. Jenny’s become somewhat revived by now and starts to beg for mercy. "Please"..."Stop"...."No more".... she pleads pathetically. In answer, Barbie abruptly pulls the dildo out of her ass and Jenny slides off the counter and onto the floor at Barbie’s feet, broken and humiliated. The blonde bitches thirst for revenge still hasn't been satisfied. "ON YOUR KNEES, SLUT!" she orders. Jenny submissively does as ordered and kneels at her feet, Barbie’s @#%$ smelling rubber @#%$ wagging in her face. "Now suck my Black cock like the cum slurping whore that you are!" she commands. Jenny obediently opens her mouth wide, leans forward and slides the huge Black cock past her lips, tasting her own juices. Barbie moans in pleasure as she watches her @#%$ slide past Jenny’s painted lips and fill her mouth to bulging. "TAKE IT DEEPER!" she groans while humping her face. Jenny’s eyes water as the cold, lifeless prick penetrates deeper. She looks up pleadingly at the beautiful dominatrix, tears rolling down her cheeks. Barbie wraps her hands around Jenny’s throat and screams into her face. "I SAID DEEPER!” Jenny gags violently as Barbie pushes her strap-on deeper down Jenny’s throat, forcing the big, rubber @#%$ past her tonsils. Julie has recovered from her Orgasm and now sits slumped in her chair, watching glassy eyed, one hand on her tit, the other gently massaging the swollen mound of her @#%$. Disgusted with Jenny’s @#%$ sucking performance Barbie pulls her off her @#%$ and throws her to the floor. "Who the @#%$ taught you to suck a @#%$?!" she says with disgust. "Maybe you need to practice on something a little smaller." She points to the salesman who's playing with his balls and orders Jenny to suck him off. Jenny starts to stand up but Barbie pushes her back down with the spike heel of her shoe. Jenny looks up at her meekly, uncertain of what to do. "Crawl." is all Barbie says. Jenny raises herself from the floor and crawls on her hands and knees like a dog at heel besides Barbie as she struts over to the salesman. Having already been given her orders, when she reaches the salesman she promptly takes his @#%$ into her mouth and begins sucking. Barbie stands over her calling out orders. "DEEPER!" she orders. "TO HIS BALLS!" "FASTER!" Trying her best, Jenny pumps her face up and down faster and deeper on his stiff, throbbing @#%$. The crazy blonde bitch still isn't satisfied and pushes Jenny’s face down hard onto the salesmans stiff prick until she’s deep throating him; sucking his @#%$ and balls at the same time. Jenny can feel the tension building in his balls as he moans and groans in ecstasy. Seconds later his twitching @#%$ heaves and spews gobs of hot, slimy, cum against the back of her throat. "SWALLOW IT!" "SWALLOW IT!" Barbie demands excitedly. Jenny gulps and swallows as fast as she can, but her little mouth can't hold all the cum squirting from this mans @#%$ and it forces it's way past her lips, dribbling down your chin and onto the floor. Disappointed yet again by Jenny’s performance, Barbie pushes her face into the puddle of cum, saying "BAD GIRL!" "BAD GIRL!" as if punishing a dog. Pulling Jenny’s cum soaked face from the puddle, she takes her by the hair and drags her on her ass to the middle of the room. She unstraps the dildo from her crotch and tosses it to Julie, who after watching you suck off the salesman is fully aroused again, stabbing the tip of her middle finger in and out of her hungry hole. Going again to the sex toy display, Barbie returns with with a ball-gag, but THIS ball-gag has an eight inch rubber @#%$ protruding from it. Kneeling besides Jenny, she pins her head between her knees, forces her cum slick cheeks apart and stuffs the ball-gag into Jenny’s mouth and ties it tightly in place. It's Barbies turn to get off now, she climbs onto Jenny’s cum smeared face and positions her @#%$ over the thick @#%$ protruding from Jenny’s mouth. Very slowly she lowers herself down onto it, moaning softly as it fills her dripping, @#%$ starved hole. More moaning reaches your ears as Julie again mimics Barbies movements, slowly sliding the fat, black @#%$ past the lips of her @#%$ and jamming it deep up her pink hole. Barbie finally reaches the bottom of her stroke, fully sitting on Jenny’s face, Jenny’s nose fully buried between the cheeks of Barbie’s ass. Barbie grabs her big tits roughly and pinches her nipples as she wiggles her ass, feeling the big @#%$ stuffed inside her and Jenny’s nose rubbing against her puckered @#%$. The blonde closes her eyes and leans forward grabbing Jenny tits, then gently lifts and lowers her @#%$ onto the dildo again and again, her groans of passion getting louder, her lust for more @#%$ growing. Jenny has a close-up view as Barbie pounds her dripping @#%$ up and down on her face, driving the rubber @#%$ deeper and deeper up her pink wet hole. Julie is in a @#%$ frenzy, frantically cramming all ten, fat inches of her dildo up her steaming @#%$ with her right hand while her left busily frigs her hard clit. The salesman is standing over her jerking off his fresh hard-on. Barbie is now @#%$ herself brutally, slamming herself down onto Jenny’s face, filling her @#%$ with @#%$. Her big tits flop around madly as she bounces up and down impaling herself, grunting and moaning with each pump. Finally the dam breaks and Orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. She screams like a woman being murdered, thrashing, twisting and squirming in Orgasm as her cum juices gush from her hot snatch and flow out over Jenny’s face. The screams of Barbies powerful Orgasm send Julie and the salesman over the top. Julie squeals in ecstasy, her body quaking and trembling as she fucks herself senseless to a second Orgasm. The salesman’s @#%$ erupts a second time, showering Julies body with pearls of hot, sticky cum. Julie opens her mouth wide trying to catch some on her tongue. Barbie, exhausted from cumming so hard, flops down onto Jenny’s flat stomach breathing heavily, the rubber prick still buried up her @#%$. After a moment she regains her senses and pulls herself up to squat on Jenny’s face again, preparing to give her the "coup de grace." Barbie grinds her cum drenched snatch down onto Jenny’s face and waits patiently for the reaction, knowing that Jenny’s mouth is already sealed tight by the ball gag and her @#%$, and that her nose is now pinned shut between the cheeks of her tight ass. It only takes a few seconds before Jenny starts to squirm for air. Jenny’s hands are soon clawing at Barbies tits desperately trying to get her off her face. Barbie takes Jenny’s flailing hands by the wrists and pins them under her knees, ignoring the muffled screams coming from between her legs. Jenny’s oxygen starved body jerks and bucks, her feet kick violently, she arches her back high before finally dropping to the floor unconscious, the victim of a perfectly executed @#%$ Smother. Her vengeance finally complete, Barbie dismounts Jenny’s face. Jenny’s head rolls to the side, stopping when the rubber prick sticking out of your mouth hits the floor. Standing over her victim victoriously, she kicks off her shoes and peels her tattered pantyhose from her long legs. Barbie rolls Jenny onto her stomach and using her pantyhose she tightly binds Jenny’s wrists to her ankles, her back painfully arched, hog-tying the worthless loser. Preparing to leave, she slips her shoes back on her feet and straightens out her rumpled clothing, but before walking out the door she dips into her purse, pulls out a business card and tucks it between the cheeks of Jenny’s ass. Julie watches as Barbie leaves the store then creeps up to Jenny and snatches the card from between her cheeks.

[Trudy]

Shoes...... I can see  fighting for that!