Battling Girlfriends 4
By justlooking9000@live.com
Note: Sequel to BG 3.
SARAI TANGTRONGCHIT
Sarai Tangtrongchit lazily stretched her arms as she rolled sideways on the bed, her naked form crashing into Li Song’s warm body. Her boyfriend stirred, his cock already growing hard: A learned response to contact with Sarai’s sinful figure. She was in a foreign bed, in an exotic location where she’d fight the Malaysian Chinese whore that disputed her claim over his cock. Winning meant a romantic honeymoon with Li Song, far from rapacious sexual competitors seeking to undermine her relationship with her future husband.
The South Asian belle scanned her spartan hotel room. She was as in a duel island. There were several of these resorts in the world, most of them on idyllic beach locations operating under a special license, serving both as a duel cum honeymoon destination. Entry was only permitted if one of the duelling women was one victory away from becoming a wife or already a wife.
Undeterred by having lost an informal catfight against the conceited Malaysian Chinese Lily Chen (see Battling Girlfriends 3), Sarai challenged her romantic rival to a formal duel, to be held at this very island.
It wasn’t hard to see the allure of having their final showdown here. The prospect of a hedonistic holiday on the very place she had defeated her sexual nemesis was too good for either girl to pass up.
Yet, as Sarai scanned the almost prison-like room, it was hard to believe that this was a honeymoon resort. That was because she at the duelling side of the resort. The honeymoon destination was on the OTHER side of the island, accessible only to those women who won their duels and their hard-won conquests, far away from the worries of women who didn’t know if they’d keep their men the next day.
The difference between the two sides were like night a day. Sarai knew that because she had seen the photos of the honeymoon side posted on the internet, boasting of pristine beaches and private jacuzzies. Romantic dinners and lazy afternoons. All that and more at the disposal of the victresses, fresh from their triumph over their sexual rivals. The winner would spend her days enjoying the undivided attentions of her recently won mate, her every need taken care of, alongside the company of other victorious women.
On the duelling side of the island, the would-be Thai wife was surrounded by drab walls and tiny rooms. There weren’t sumptuous dinners or romantic beach walks. No… the duelling side was a wasteland of petty squabbles and need to score sexual victories before inevitably subjecting herself to a vicious duel over her man’s cock. Jealousy reigned supreme as each woman tried to outdo her sexual competition in bed, to gain the man’s favour for the night and to deny the other woman the pleasure of feeling his twitching cock inside them. It was not rare to see physical flare-ups in such a tense atmosphere.
Yet such explosions in violence did not last long before security broke the love rivals apart. But not too soon. It was known these resorts tried every little trick in the book to rile up the antagonists before duel day. The administration wanted to see two jealous girls fight like rabid dogs for their mutual boyfriend for the benefit of the audience. They were to be entertainment for the guests at the honeymoon side, who were regaled with an endless parade of women fighting tooth and nail for cock. The winners would then join the violence-hungry crowd.
Sarai looked blankly at the ceiling. Today she would know if she was to lose Li song or win the coveted title of wife. While the title was a VERY nice cherry on top, what Sarai wanted most was getting rid of the Chinese skank contesting ownership of his heart, then enjoy a well-deserved honeymoon on the other side of the island. In front of Li Song she projected a confident demeanour, assuring him she’d avenge herself for the humiliation she had received at the hands of the Chinese banshee. Yet beneath this cocky facade, the ravishing Sarai knew the duel room was a treacherous battlefield, the outcome uncertain, and one woman was bound to be bitterly disappointed.
The attractive Thai beauty got on her feet, knowing there was little sense in belabouring the point: She was to triumph or lose her man.
LILY CHEN
A few hours later, an anxious Lily Chen paced nervously around the room, looking at her naked form in the mirror. She distractedly touched her hanging tits, letting them bounce gracefully. It was pointless exercise, yet it helped her take her mind off the trial to come. Soon she would be called to cross the door leading to the duel room.
The attractive Chinese Malaysian siren took a deep breath when the door opened and anxiously walked towards her destiny. Eager yet nervous, the sexy Lily stepped into the stage, her eyes resting on Li Song’s naked form, sitting just outside the stage in which she’d soon fight for his cock. His body, filled with several love marks, had become a vicious battlefield where she and her sexual rival had strived to mark him as theirs. Having not laid with him for a day and a half, the mere sight of him made the Chinese sex kitten moist with desire, just the drug she needed to set aside any last-minute doubts she had.
Despite having knowing there would be an audience, Lily still felt a little self conscious of showing her naked frame to the cheering crowd composed of women who had already won their duels and their now husbands/boyfriends.
In a normal duel, Lily would have dived straight towards Li Song. However, this was a more public affair, needing more showmanship and pageantry to win over the wanton crowd. Lily set aside her embarrassment, putting on her best smile as she entered the “arena.” She waved her hands as she strutted around the perimeter showcasing her feminine figure. Just as she attempted to charm the applauding crowds, the speakers blasted her intro: “Coming from Malaysia, the sultry Lily has been by Li Song’s side for 18 months. According to her, the secret to her relationship has been a good amount of sex, her mastery of blowjobs and the total destruction of any woman who dares to steal him away from her! This sexy bombshell has bit, slapped, kicked, scratched for him several times, and she has zero intention to giving up her place in his bedroom. This Chinese eye candy is certain she’ll overcome the hated ex-girlfriend once again! Give it up for Lily Chen!”
-“On the other corner!”-blasted the speakers as the as the opposite door opened revealing a swaggering Sarai greeting the crowd in all her naked glory-“The Thai goddess who has fought and won two savage duels over Li Song’s cock. Having just secured her residence permit in Hong Kong, this ferocious Thai tigress has returned to take back her man. Sarai has promised that she’ll not rest until she’s pushed the Malaysian upstart out of his bedroom! Ladies and Gentlemen: Give it up for Sarai Tangtrongchit!”
Lily glared as Sarai impudently made the rounds, basking in the crowd's adoration. She felt the spotlight turn on her again, as the expectant crowd grew silent. This was her last chance to sway the crowd to her favour…if she so wanted. While there was little need for her to do so, it was always nice to feel most of the crowd was on your side as you tore into your romantic rival’s tits. Lily looked backwards, her temper rising as she saw the haughty Thai slut now sitting on Li Song’s lap, no doubt filling his ears with poison and his dick with disease.
-“The little Thai slut still hasn’t realised she has long lost my man’s affection”-started Lily, having little need to raise her voice as the sound system in the arena amplified her speech-“She’s nothing but a fading memory in his heart. For two years she’s been so invested in trying to undermine me even though she doesn’t even live in Hong Kong. That should tell you what a pathetic loser she is. The fat cow is desperate to get the only cock that has ever given her a chance. The insolent whore has tried once, coming onto MY apartment, sleeping with MY man on MY bed. I did what all of you respectable ladies would have done: I pulled her hair, I scratched her tits, I ravaged her pussy, I kicked her out of MY house…and then I fucked my man right then and there!”
That last line drew wild chorus of approval, many in the crowd identifying with her framing of the story. She waited for the noise to quiet down before continuing. Then she pivoted towards the copulating couple, the sight of Sarai’s jiggling tits riding Li Song’s cock filling her indignation.
-“This entitled bitch thinks that just having a fling with my man ages ago gives the right to barge in and demand to be let back into his bed. Well let me tell you something princess – a man isn’t won by bitching and moaning about he being yours. He’s won by being the better woman, by pleasing him in bed, by outfucking the competition. And if needs be, scratching her so badly she’s never thinks of coming onto your man again!”
The crowd roared in approval but quickly felt silent, their eyes falling on the humping Thai siren as the timer reached zero. Her pale skin now covered in a light layer of perspiration, the sexy Thai temptress waited up to the last moment to dismount Li Song’s twitching cock and look to the crowd. Just like Lily, Sarai could have chosen to say nothing and just start the duel. She owed no explanations to the crowd. Yet, occupied as she had been riding her man, the proud Sarai could not help to angrier and angrier as she heard the Malaysian shrew sprout malicious lie after malicious lie. The record had to be set straight.
They girls walked in a straight line towards each other, neither caring to give way for the other. They inevitably clashed tit to tit, staring down at each other as they pressed their massive chests together.
-“Wanna say something to me Chinese bitch?”-asked Sarai as a deafening silence settled in the arena.
-“My nails will have plenty to say later”-hissed Lily barring her teeth as the crowd catcalled and cheered them on. Even this private exchange between the bitter rivals in love could be heard by the crowd through the sound system.
-“What a coincidence…I’m well versed in the art of nail language too”-snarled the Thai siren as she made her way pass her. Lily pranced, causing her delightful orbs to jiggle as she walked towards Li Song.
-“I’ll let you all ladies of the audience know that this self styled ‘girlfriend’ is nothing but a glorified cum dump”-started Sarai as she caught sight of the Chinese whore sitting on Li Song’s lap-“I think we’ve have met this type of woman before: A mediocre lover who knows no how to use her body to please her man and thinks that’s barely passable love making enough to keep him interested. For two years she has debased herself cheaper than a street whore, begging my man not to leave her for me. Even now she puzzled as to why Li Song has been so quick to dump her ass for me after two years. I’ll spell out for her what we all know: I’m just the better fuck, I please him better, I’m the better woman! ”
-“She can’t please him like I do.”-continued Sarai, after the cheering had died down. She smirked at Lily, enjoying the venomous stare the Chinese whore was giving her-“Her passion in bed is lacking. She’s nothing but an insecure little whore who knowing she can’t best me in his heart decided to fight for his cock in a last ditch attempt not to be cast out of his apartment! I gladly accept this challenge! She told you she won, but how that happened? Nothing but cheap shots once my back was turned and my mind was focussed on pleasing MY MAN! Did she tell you she couldn’t take his cock for a few days after I scratched her cxnt? Or that I ruined so badly that people thought she had been beaten senseless? Today I’m here not only to prove her she was lucky the last time around but also regale you will the spectacle of MY MAN fucking me raw while he proposes to me. All while this second-rate tramp watches!”
At the start of Sarai’s inflammatory speech Lily tried to ignore her. Cheers of approval filled the room as Lily sat on Li Song’s lap, who looked with rapt attention at her bouncing titties. Then she wrapped the arms around his neck and pulled him towards her for the wettest of kisses.
Locking lips with her man, Lily couldn’t help but to moan when she felt his tongue wrestling with hers, his hands lustily roaming her curves as his cock thrusted in and out with limitless lust. Such an exchange of caresses never failed her to excite her.
-“I’ll destroy her”-whispered the Chinese girlfriend as Sarai finished spewing falsehoods about her -“My cxnt will prevail”
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Lily raised her head, her eyes resting on the on the trio that stuck like a sore thumb among the crowd. She had watched them with passing interest every now and then. At times they would seem glued to the theatrics in the arena, but just as quickly their attention turned towards each other. On one side at her friend and co-worker Fumiko Hayashi (Duel Room: Office Wife vs Girlfriend, Office Mayhem chapter 4 and 13). On the other was the woman that coveted her boyfriend’s cock, some white whore called Katerina Polievka (Hotel Sluts 2,3 and 4). The Slavic slut was clad in a bikini with a leopard print, as if hinting she was a hungry predator ready to pounce. In the middle of the feuding girls was the object of the dispute, Euji Oue. He seemed lost, not quite knowing whether to focus on the arena or at the quarrelling hands fighting for possession of his cock under his swimming trunks.
Fumiko and Lily had matched their duel dates so as to provide moral support to each other in this hostile environment. Should Fumiko overcome this trial, she’d become Euji’s wife. But as of now, the Japanese beauty was to be a mere side show, something the audience could turn to if they felt the action at the arena seemed too boring. Lily’s grinned when she saw Fumiko briefly jumping on her seat, her tits jiggling as she waved her hands at her, shouting her support for the Malaysian Chinese goddess.
Full Story is told in Catfight at the stands
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As much as Lily wanted to know how the nascent tug of war over Euji’s cock would turn out, she was aware she was the main attraction. The Chinese amazon stood up, walking down into the foam filled jacuzzi in front of her, where the South East Asian shrew was already waiting for her. The rules were straightforward: two jealous girls entered, they beat the crap out of each other until one got pushed out through a tiny window. Then a 20 second timer would start, and if the girl that was pushed out didn’t get back to the jacuzzi, she’d lose the match.
The setting for the duel was a 3 m2 jacuzzi brimming with soap up to the women’s crotch. The feuding beauties would fight nude, soaked in warm water and slippery soap, a rising tide of foam slithering through their sensual physiques as they fought tooth and nail over Li Song. Yet the “soap” and the “foam” were not what it seemed. Through the wonders of technology, this soap-like substance felt like watery lube that made penetration easier and would not irritate the eyes. In fact, it was these characteristics that recommended the substance for lurid claiming duels (See Duel Room Explain subheading claiming duel for more info). However, this was no claiming duel, but a straight up catfight to the bitter end. The foamy appearance was only for cosmetic purposes, designed to fulfill Euji’s depraved fantasies.
The moist girls circled menacingly around each other: In a few moments the romantic life of one of them would be destroyed, ending up as nothing but the foundation in which her sexual rival will build hers. They moved sinuously, gracefully, their movements barely perturbing the water as they stalked each other like predators. Then the duelling buzz roared!
To be continued...
