I'm in the middle of three different stories right now with each at different stages. I received a few inquiries about other stories and sites that I may be aware of and did some digging. Luckily, I was able to retrieve my first original work from nearly fifteen years ago.
I saw a post that someone else asked for this story a while back too. Short and sweet, and by no means is it my best work, but enjoy!
It was a Friday evening and for the most part, work for the week was done. John's wife was out of town for the weekend so he arranged for his secretary to have a "meeting" with him at his house. Her name was Sherry. She stood around 5 foot 8 with a perfectly trimmed 140 pound body and a colossal cup size. When John got home Sherry was already waiting there for him out back near the garage. He had told her to wait for him back there to prevent any peeping neighbors from seeing them together. They walked into the house and thing immediately heated up. It took a while for them to get upstairs into the bedroom, but eventually they made it. Things started off so fast that John had no time to check the one message that left on the answering machine; it was his wife. Her Saturday meeting was cancelled so she thought she'd head home early to surprise John. After all, it had been five whole days since they've seen each other.
Katrina arrived home just minutes after John and Sherry entered the bedroom. Katrina knew how John always went to bed straight after work so she headed up to the bedroom to check on him. As she walked up the stairs she thought she'd give him something a little extra special since she didn't give him much time to prepare for her arrival. Katrina stripped down to her black undergarments and kicked off her high heels right outside the door with a sexual grin on her face. She fluffed up her brunette hair and gently turned the doorknob. Her 5 foot 8, 150 pound slim figure entered the door and her jaw dropped wide open. Sherry had John tied up to the bed and was straddled on top of him. Sherry was still in her red bra and g-string. There was a moment of silence and then Katrina exploded. She pounced onto Sherry like a lion on a gazelle and began clawing away at Sherry's beautiful face. Neither woman had fought a single fight in their life, so no one had a real advantage over the other. All Sherry wanted to do now was to try to fend off Katrina's swiping hands and escape. But with the punishment she was receiving, her fear soon turned into rage as she grasped Katrina's hands and both women now had their fingers interlocked. Sherry managed to throw Katrina off balance and they began rolling around in the king size bed. John nonchalantly untied himself and reared up into a sitting position to allow for more room for the two women to struggle. Being a man, he obviously was getting turned on by this.
Once again Katrina gained the upper hand and slipped her right hand into Sherry's face trying to smother her. However during the roll around Sherry managed to get her tender legs wrapped around Katrina. She quickly turned the tables by rolling Katrina onto her back giving and began to tighten her left hand around Katrina's skinny neck; her long slender fingers clamped down tight like a vice. Katrina jabbed her right palm into Sherry's face, trying to throw off her foe but to no avail. Sherry quickly grasped what was left of Katrina's exposed throat with her other hand shortening Katrina's air supply even more. Katrina returned the favor by sliding her smaller hands down to Sherry's windpipe and dug her thumbs deep into the other woman's throat. It now became a test to see who could hold on the longest. Both women began to gag and cough hoarsely. Sherry knew she couldn't lose this choke fight because she had the ability to throw her whole weight into strangling her adversary out cold. It wasn't long before Katrina let go of her grip and began trying to pry apart Sherry's vice-like grip. Katrina began losing consciousness and was running out of options. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue stuck out dry as each gasp for air shortened. Her strength now wouldn't be enough to pull apart Sherry's hands. So she went back to how she started this confrontation and dug her nails into Sherry's face. Sherry let out a screeching scream and let loose of Katrina's throat to protect her face. She got off of Katrina and stumbled off the bed holding her face in her hands giving Katrina valuable time to recover. But Sherry quickly realized she couldn't stray off too long and walked back towards Katrina to end this fight. As she positioned herself to straddle Katrina once more, she received a kick in her gut which threw her onto her back near the edge of the bed. Katrina slowly sat up and saw that Sherry was hunched up on her side and moaned from her kick. She seized the opportunity and perched herself on Sherry with her hands on her hips saying, "Bitch, I'll teach you not to mess with my man and then try to strangle me to death!" She let out a feminish grunt and began throttling Sherry lifeless. Sherry's legs kicked as she tried to break apart Katrina's hold but Katrina hung on with no intention of letting loose until she passed out. Sherry shook her head from side to side trying to loosen Katrina's grip but it only forced Katrina to press down even harder. Sherry's tongue dipped out with each agonizing cough she let out. In just seconds she would be out cold but sherry changed her strategy at the last moment grabbing Katrina by the shoulders and tossed her off the bed. Katrina's hands slipped off Sherry's neck as she tried to break her fall. Still coughing Sherry vaguely said, "You bitch I'm gonna kill you!" Both women were quick to their feet and squared off once again.
This time they simultaneously grabbed each other's hair and shuffled back and forth around the room on their bare feet. They flew into the dresser knocking everything off and then bounced back and hit the door shut. Katrina let go of her right hand and reared back for a punch, but Sherry caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and she yanked Katrina's hair towards the wall leaving Katrina with no leverage for the punch. Sherry grabbed Katrina's punching wrist and pinned it up against the wall while the other hands of each women still hung tight to each other's hair. With Katrina's back pinned against the wall Sherry brought up her knee right into Katrina's gut knocking the wind out of her. She let get of Sherry's hair and bent over holding her stomach trying to ease the pain. Sherry let go of Katrina's other hand and clasped her own two hands together to smash the back of Katrina's exposed brunette head As she brought her hands down to strike, Katrina speared her knocking her down just short of the dresser. She quickly crawled up Sherry's body and sat right on top of her face hoping to end this bout once and for all. Katrina used her vagina to try and smother Sherry and pinned her arms down with her chins while Sherry suffocated underneath. Not only was she shortened of her air supply but she had to endure the stench of Katrina's vaginal area. Katrina began taunting her opponent as Sherry tried everything to throw Katrina off. She attempted to lift her off by using leg power but that didn't work. Her arms flopped around trying to push Katrina off but to no avail. Just then Sherry's left hand slipped over rectangular object by her side and she grabbed it tightly.
It was the clock that was knocked off the dresser. She tossed it over her body and caught it with her right hand. Her left hand grabbed the chord as she used all of what was left of her strength to pull her arms loose. Somehow she managed to slip them under Katrina's feet. She raised the chord just as Katrina was leaning back trying to pin down Sherry's arms once again, but this time with her hands. But as she leaned back a black chord came around her neck and pulled her off of Sherry to one side. Katrina thumped belly first onto the floor as Sherry sat up and quickly plopped onto Katrina's back. She twisted the chord and once again started to strangle Katrina. Still breathing heavily Sherry let out a few taunts of her own. Katrina kicked her feet and dug her fingers helplessly at the chord around her neck. The back of her throat began to dry up as her tongue dangled out.
It was about half a minute before Katrina's struggle for air began to die down. Her eyelids were now half shut and she stopped kick and clawing at the chord. Slowly her head stooped down and she was out cold. As soon as Katrina's head hit the floor Sherry let go of the chord and stood up staring at Katrina's limp body. She took a few deep breaths and turned to John and said, "So where were we"?
