My main fetish is the thought of people fighting their exact look alike merely for no other reason than they hate the thought of other so like them out there. Here's a great story. Look at the men vs men for a male version as well in the Cockfight with a Lookalike topic.
Ann vs Rosa
Ann pulled out of the driveway, a sudden feeling of relief flooding over her. She has been convinced Bob would notice something was up, would ask questions. But her husband had been too absorbed in something to say much or notice anything. Then, the feeling of dread and a perverse surge of adreneline replaced the relief. She drove quietly to her sister's house. The kids would stay there for the weekend. She had succeeded in fooling her husband, but how the worse lay ahead.
Ann drove mechanically toward the sleazy hotel on the outskirts of town. She was a dark skinned woman, frequently mistaken for mexican or italian. Her dark eyes flashed when she was angry, and there was an earthy sort of sensuality to her. Her breasts were firm, but not overly large, but it was her hips that really set her apart. Round, lush, full hips barely containing a vibrant ass that bounced with a wild sort of energy when she walked. It had turned heads since she was a teenager, and still turned heads today. Her black hair framed her face nicely, and fell in waves to her mid back. She glanced in the mirror, and noticed, for the first time, a look of uncertainty. It hardened into a look of anger, tinged with a wild sort of lust. She was turning into the hotel. Where Rosa waited.
The reservation had been made in advance. Ann and paid for the room and got the key. She mailed it to her rival, Rosa; the maid of her best friend; the obsession that was driving her wild. Ann had driven with the air conditioning turned off and the windows rolled up. She was covered in sweat and could smell her own body. She had not showered that morning, or the morning before. She could feel her thick bush under her shorts, matted against her sticky skin. Could feel the pools of sweat gathering in the soft, deep crevase of her ass and the valley between her two firm breasts. The first time she and Rosa met, she had been clean. That mistake would never occur again.
Pulling into the parking lot of the seedy motel, Ann parked next to the rusty hulk of a car, some sedan that was now a limping hulk of the proud product that had rolled out of Detroit in the 80's. The car she knew Rosa drove. Taking a deep breath, Ann looked at herself again in the mirror. She saw her mid thirties face harden in a way that age had not done to her. Without another pause, she left the car and moved toward the door.
She knocked once on the door. After a moment, it opened and crack and she pushed her way in. A motel like this had no a/c. The room as stifling hot and smelled nastily of all the dirty things that had been done here in the past. A ratty chair had been pushed to one wall, the saggy, stained mattress and box spring had been laid on their sides and pushed to the other. On a night stand stood a open bottle of tequila that was nearly full. In the middle of the room, hands on hips, an expression twisted into a combination of hatred and lust, stood Rosa.
Ann inhaled sharply again, the strong, foul smells of the room assaulting her nose. She walked boldly to the night stand. Picked up the bottle and took a long, hard swallow. The liquid fire burned its way down her body, igniting a smoldering hatred and passion that she knew nothing could put out. She turned and glared at the other woman. The woman who looked exactly like herself, and watched as Rosa's thick, red lips curled into a nasty sneer, just as she felt her mouth doing the same.
Rosa spoke no English, and Ann spoke no Spanish. It didn't matter. What they were about to do required no spoken communication. Ann slowly unbuttoned her blouse as Rosa slowly slipped her dirty tank top over her head. Neither woman wore a bra, and both hissed like cats as they saw the other's boobs bounce into view. Boobs that were identical in every way. Slowly circling each other, both women began to unbutton their shorts. Ann's were an expensive pair of khaki walking shorts, Rosa's a raggedy pair of cutoff jeans. As they slowly begin to wiggle their shorts over their lush hips, the snarling sneer on each woman's face deepened. This is where their comparisons, where the secret rivalry between the two women, really took hold. Each woman possessed a thick, full black bush, and had always viewed her hips, bush, pussy and ass as her prime assets. The fact that it was also so perfectly mirrored in another woman had driven a rivalry into pure obsession. Ever since they had first seen each other, neither woman could stop thinking of the other. The mere existence of so perfect a twin, so different in so many ways, yet so much the same, drove both women to distraction. Naked now, the two women paused, eyes devouring the other woman, seeking desperately to find some difference. There was none.
As the two women circled like hunting cats, Ann thought briefly of the first time she saw Rosa. The sick rush of emotions that poured through her body. The pure hatred reflected in the eyes of the other woman. Gasping in shock, then hatred, they had started fighting in the back room of Ann's friend's house. Ann had been shocked at how dirty Rosa's body felt. How nasty the fight was. She was nearly overwhelmed and barely recovered to battle the maid. They grunted and rolled, and had to suddenly spring apart as they heard others approaching. After that brief clash, Ann knew how she needed to prepare herself and her body for this battle. She needed to degrade Rosa in every way that she could. And, secretly, she hungered for the filthy action that would happen when they arranged to meet. Wanting it to go further and further each time.
Growling like cats, the two naked women lunged together. Their dark skin smacked wetly together as their legs tangled and they fell to the filthy floor of the motel. Grunting and swearing in languages the other didn't understand, the two women rolled and fought with their bodies. Hands groped and slapped at strong backs and arms. Then moved instinctively to the large, round ass of the other. They roughly kneaded and slapped meaty ass cheeks as they rolled over and over on the filthy floor.
Ann's hand slithered like a snake between Rosa's legs and yanked at her bush. She grunted angrily as the maid did the same to her. Their eyes locked in a furious glare. Ann felt the hot spit from Rosa's lips smack against her cheek and mouth. She spat back and grinned in savage pleasure as she saw the sticky, hot fluid strike her opponent's face and drip down onto her dark breasts.
The two women rolled over and over again. The filth of the floor sticking to their backs as they buried one hand on the right tit of the other and the other on her bush. Grunts and swearing punctuated their battle as they squeezed tits and yanked at bush. Ann smacked Rosa's meaty butt and squeezed the hot sweaty assmeat. She could not keep her hands off that part of Rosa's body drove her especially insane. Ann's loud grunt proved that Rosa felt about the same way concerning her ass.
The women rolled slower and slower as the initial energy from rage burned away. Grabbing long black hair, they pulled the other woman's face between her rival's legs. Ann grabbed at Rosa's round hips. She pulled herself closer, nipping at the thick bush of the cleaning woman and then spreading Rosa's ass cheeks. The thick smell of the maid assaulted Ann's nose. Ann wrinkled her nose for a moment, then spat right onto Rosa's brown bud of an asshole. She felt hot fluids hit her ass from Rosa's mouth, and leaned forward. Her tongue roughly stabbed and rimmed the brown bud. She shivered as she felt Rosa do the same to her. Both women had a weakness for anal pleasures. Something they quickly discovered in their nasty encounters. Neither could resist, so it was often a race to see who could inflict the most damage the fastest.
Rosa whimpered softly, and swore in Spanish. Ann groaned and muttered "Fuck!!!!" Both women enraged that they were being forced to submit to the sexual advances of the other. Hairy bushes ground into chins as each woman tried to make the other back off, but it did no good. Moaning, swearing, slapping at meaty asses, the two warriors rolled over and over, desperately trying to take control over the other woman without losing control first. Fingers began roughly yanking at thick bushes. Grunts got louder as they began to massage and then penetrate each other's sopping wet pussies. Loud, gutteral groans and grunts came faster and faster as the two women teetered closer and closer to orgasms. With a loud scream, they both shook violently and shoved each other away.
After a few minutes to gather themselves, both women slowly sat up and glared at each other. Rosa reached to the night stand and took a long swig from the bottle of tequila. As she finished, Ann grabbed it from her and took an equally long drink. Breathing heavily, the two women stared daggers at each other.
"Dirty assed whore," Ann spat at Rosa, not caring whether or not she understood.
Rosa's full red lip curled into a nastier sneer. "Dog licking cxnt!" she hissed back in Spanish.
Both knew that round two was not long off.
