Marcus was a young and upcoming dance instructor. He was wellknown for his big smile and easy going personality. Almost no one knew he was also a feared streetfighter in the past. An even smaller amount of people knew of is catfighting fetish, which he kept a secret all his life.
As life passed on he managed to find a great girl, Francesca, a light skinned Brazilian girl, quit slim, but well curved around her hips, the typical Brazilian booty. She had long straight black hair, around shoulder length. Her eyes where greenish blue. She had a very slim waist, as she weight around 127 lbs and had a length of 5’5 ft. Her B cups breast, being pressed up by her bra were still noticeable. But her thick legs and booty stood out in contrast with her smaller upperbody. She knew how to use those fluid south American hips and wasn’t afraid to show it.
Francesca was a very open-minded and bi sexual woman. She was one of the very few people who knew about Marcus his fetish. She was very respectful about it, and was willing to wrestle sometime for him. They talked about the idea occasionally in bed. Sometimes he wrestled with her and taught her a thing or two about fighting.
Since Marcus didn’t wanted is princess to be hurt, he only wanted to have her fight a girl that was around her size. It was almost destiny when Marcus was looking for a new assistant for his classes. One of his previous dance partners, Dyantha came back from abroad and asked to join his school.
Dyantha was a slim, long legged blonde girl. 5’3 119 lbs. She had a pretty face and long blonde hair with matching blue eyes. Her perky A cup breast and small butt where still noticeable due to her slim body. Dyantha had always this innocent yet challenging look in her eyes. Seducing many people with just a glare. Dyantha told Marcus once she was also bi sexual. Marcus always had a weak spot for her since they had a short relationship. They had to break up because Dyantha found work in another country far away.
During classes and training sessions Dyantha flirted a lot with Marcus, looking deep into his eyes, touching his chest and face. Laughing with him, and giving him that sexy look.
Francesca was usually hanging around in the danceschool with Marcus. Also when he was training with other dancing partners. One night she saw Marcus dancing with Dyantha. She immediately noticed the spark between those two. Her south American temper got awakened as she slowely made her way to Dyantha after the training session.
Giving Marcus a wink as she passes by, she grabs Dyantha by the shoulders, Turning her towards her. Her face close to that of her nemesis.
Dyantha was flabbergasted by the situation, not knowing what Francesca’s intentions were. “Uhm. Hey?” Dyantha responds with a confused look on her face.
“Don’t play dumb blondie. He is mine, you know that right?” Francesca responds.
Dyantha’s facial expression suddenly changes as she bites back at Francesca. “Like I care about that bitch...”
Franesca remains silent for a few seconds, she had not expected a response like that. In the meantime Marcus heart was bumping in his throat. He felt his cock filling with blood, as he got tremendously aroused.
In the meantime Francesca recovered her posture and a confident smile appeared on her face. “Well, since I like your style, I might give you a shot at the title bitch. If you can defeat me in a fight, you can call yourself his girl.” Dyantha’s eyes twinkled a little bit as she starts to bite her lower lip at the thought of having Marcus for herself.
“However...” Francesca continues. “If you lose, you disappear out of our lives, okay?”
Dyantha shakes her head approvingly. “Let’s do it brownie” She hisses at Francesca.
After closing the school, they all go to the apartment of Francesca and Marcus in one car. Not a sound is made the entire ride. Francesca playing with Marcus his hard cock as he drives.
As they enter the apartment, Francesca grabs Dyantha’s hand, pulling her towards the bedroom. “No time wasting, Lets do this as fast as possible. Feeling the soft skin of Dyantha’s arm arouses the experienced Francesca. Mmmm al the things she can do to this bubbly blonde girl.
Dyantha notices the warmth of Francesca’s hand. She lets her eyes slide up and down her opponents body as they walk towards the bedroom. Noticing how hot Francesca is, she starts to fantasize about how she could use her while she fucks Marcus.
As the three of them enter the room. Marcus takes a seat on the one chair that is available.
The girls start to slowely strip down. Francesca’s curvy hips popping out to the side as she takes off her pants. In one fluid motion pulling off her blouse, Revealing her tigerprint lingerie set.
Dyantha tries to follow her example, slightly less sensual she pulls off her pants and shirt. Wearing a dark blue thong with a matching bra.
Both girls now showing off their bodies for Marcus, Moving their bodies sensually. Trying to out do her opponent. Dyantha playing with her blonde hair, and showing off movements with her long legs.
Francesca swaying with her wild brown Brazilian hips. Gazing with her deep dark brown eyes. Her greenish eyes piercing through, contrasting with her dark hair.
A hot passionate energy filling up the room.
As the girls perform their intimidation dance, Marcus takes off his pants and underwear. Releasing his now hard and steaming cock. Both girls lick their lips at the same time. As they gaze at their prize.
Francesca and Dyantha are stepping towards eachother before Marcus, on their right. On their left is the kingsize bed of the master bedroom. They stare into eachothers eyes. Francesca still with a confident smile on her face. Dyantha seems a little bit nervous, doing her best to hide it. A light red blush contrast with her pale skin. She notices the body type difference between hers and that of curvy brown Francesca. She seems to realize she got herself a tough opponent.
Francesca places her hands on her sexy hips. She takes a small step back and walks towards the left side of the bed. “I wanna beat you in the bed where I fuck that cock, blonde slut”. Dyantha takes her place on the other side of the bed. She responds: “It would be a pleasure taking your man in the most sacred spot in this house! Maybe you’ll know your place then.”
Both girls now climbing on the bed, sitting on their knees, staring eachother down. Marcus decides to start the match. “Okay girls, 3... 2.... 1..... GO” he yells.
Dyantha doesn’t seem to have a gameplan as she waits for a moment, thinking about going for the hair. Francesca almost immediately goes for the neck. Wrapping her hands around her creamy white opponents neck, as she tries to pull her between her bigger breast. Their skins contrasting as the finally square off. Dyantha pushing up against the chin off Francesca, Trying to keep her head way from those caramel breast. The girls hissing and puffing as the struggle continues.
Francesca pulls Dyantha to the left down on her side. Dyantha responds by wrapping one leg over Francesca’s waist. Feeling her soft skin on her inner tigh. Her milky white face turning a little bit more red. As Francesca tries to go for the blondes hair, Dyantha manages to grab Francesca’s wrists. Quickly sitting up, managing to sit on top of her belly, almost pinning her brown opponent down.
Marcus sits on the edge of his seat. He didn’t expect Dyantha to last longer than 5 minutes, let alone get on top.
Francesca manages to get one of her wrists free and grabs the side of her white nemesis bra. Pulling hard to the side as she bucks her hips up, Throwing Dyantha off balance, and manages to roll her over. The bra stretches out, Dyantha wraps her legs around the waist of Francesca.
Her white legs trying to squeeze the strong caramel waist of the Brazilian beauty. “Do you think those little twigs hurt white girl” Francesca taunts. “Shut up you fat ass whore” Dyantha responds. Francesca reaches down with her head, going for the now exposed nipple of Dyantha, since her bra stretched out.
Dyantha’s eyes widen. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” She yells out. The grip of her legs loosen up. Francesca wastes no time and crawls forward, her brown body sliding over her white opponent.
Marcus starts to feel what Francesca is planning. She is not just out there to defeat Dyantha physically, but also mentally. Francesca continue’s to slide her body up and down her opponents body. She manages to place her hands on the shoulders of Dyantha.
Twerking her brazillian booty as their crotches meet. Almost dryhumping her opponent. Dyantha is getting mixed feelings now. A mixture of pleasure and anger fills up her body. She reaches for Francesca’s nipple through her tigerprint bra. Squeezing it hard.
Not knowing yet it’s Francesca’s most sensitive bodypart.
EEEEEK. Francesca yells out. Dyantha quickly bucks to the side and rolls over, throwing Francesca off her body.
Francesca quicly rolls away and gets on all fours. Growling a bit like a tigress she is mentally recovering from Dyantha’s comeback. Dyantha gets on her knees. “Not bad for a white girl, huh bitch?” She says confidently.
Francesca realizes that there is a possibility of losing Marcus. It fills her with fear, not wanting to loser her lover. The fear quickly turns into anger. Dyantha comes in for an counter attack, trying to reach for Francesca’s nipple again. Francesca grabs one of the hands. With her free hand she reaches for Dyantha’s throat.
Marcus is enjoying the view, slightly concerned that this might get a bit nasty. Dyantha panicks a bit as she tries to pry Francesca’s hand of her throat with one hand. Francesca pulls hard on the arm of Dyantha and her neck. Forcing her on her side.
Dyantha’s face slowely turning red. Francesca immediately placing her knee on the side of her white opponents head. Dyantha’s screams get muffled as she struggles under the pressure. “What’s up white girl, you where talking all that good shit a few minutes ago” Francesca taunts.
Francesca continues her barrage as she slides to the side, ending in a sort of sideways facesit. Dyantha kicking the bed aggressively. Marcus slides his chair closer to the bed. Licking his lips as he plays a bit with his hard cock.
Pressing on the shoulders, Francesca manages to get Dyantha on her back. Secure a reverse facesit pin.
Dyantha notices the moist on the thong of Francesca. “ooh my god she is getting wet from this” Dyantha thinks with a slight bit of panic. Suddenly she feels very warm and relaxed, realising a split second later that Francesca has started caressing her pale white breast.
Dyantha bucks her hips a few times at first and tries to get Francesca off. However, slowly she starts to lessen her resistance, not being sure if she actually wants her brown opponent to stop.
“You got suspiciously calm down there blonde slut, I guess you like the view” Francesca taunts. “Shut up bitch” Dyantha responds, but not as hard as she used to do at the beginning of the fight.
Francesca’s soft brown hands swiftly moving over the chest and belly of Dyantha, like a professional masseuse. Suddenly leaning back, forcing her big Brazilian booty with her full weight on her milk white opponents face.
“Now say that I am better and that Marcus is my man!” Francesca yells at her opponent. Dyantha panicking as her legs and arms flail to all sides. A muffled ”OK” comes from under the booty.
Marcus got up off his chair, thinking about stopping the fight since Francesca clearly finished Dyantha. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt too much. Francesca lifts her butt a little bit before Marcus reaches the bed.
“What was that bitch?” She giggles. Dyantha panting yet feeling relieved. “You win, I’m done, he is all yours, you are better than me.”
Francesca smiles as she hears those words coming out of Dyantha’s mouth. “Thats a good girl, well I guess I can give you a runner up prize.” Francesca mumbles as she takes of her thong, and takes again place above the still panting Dyantha.
Lowering her now exposed and very moist pussy. Dyantha almost instinctively starts licking it. Mmmmm moaning as like she is enjoying it. Francesca closing here eyes, breathing heavier. “mmmmm thats a good white girl.” she whispers.
Then Francesca brings her wide hips up, as she is on all fours, hovering above Dyantha’s face. She invites Marcus to take her doggy style as Dyantha watches. “I want her to see that your cock is fucking my pussy hun” Marcus presses his warm and hard cock into his lovers pussy, fucking it until she is satisfied. Her juices dripping on Dyantha’s face. “Don’t cum until this white bitch is out of our face baby, she isn’t worthy to see it” Francesca claims.
Marcus takes a step back as Francesca gets off the bed, pulling Dyantha by her blonde her off the bed. Dyantha yelling in pain and suprise as she didn’t expect this to happen. Literally pulling Dyantha out of the house by her hair, throwing her out through the doorway. The door closes as Dyantha stands in the cold half naked. Ringing the doorbell, but no one answers.
She rushes to her car before anyone sees her, contemplating her loss, knowing her rival is now making the sweetest love that she will never taste.
The moans of Marcus and Francesca fill the night as they make love the entire night. Marcus rewarding his beautifull girl and Francesca enjoying her prize.
End.
