Chapter 18: Punishment at the Penthouse
It's been a long time coming and everybody knows it has to happen. We've never met, but we know each other. The constant trash talk and harassment of each other on the forums of the catfight site have given each of us a lot of insight into the woman standing across the room. Her name is Sara Walker. Her and I have been thorns in each other's sides for a while now, building a mutual hatred towards each other that can only be settled one way.
Oddly enough, now there is no talk, no mind games. We've already settled on the rules- standard catfight rules, no striking, the loser is the first to give up or orgasm. And the wager was simple, the winner keeps the presidential suite of the Ritz Carlton and their pride, the loser pays for it. The real wager is to see which one of us is the better woman.
We've decided to do this just the two of us, no men, no fans, no live stream, just two women who hate each other's guts, settling it in the most primal way. Jake had previously moved all of the furniture of the suite into the bedroom and set up the cameras before he left. So now, Sara and I have an empty room and as long as we need to settle the question of which one of us is better.
I size up the younger woman standing naked across from me. According to her profile, she is seven years younger at thirty. It also says she's 5'7 and 140 pounds, but she looks even stronger and thicker in person- especially her legs. I stand 5' 5 1/2" and weigh about the same, so it's a fair fight from a size perspective. Her chest is noticeably bigger than mine, I'd guess around a 36D compared to my 34B.
Her smooth ebony skin and long dark braids, stand in stark contrast to my lighter skin and blonde ponytail. Both of us , however, have an intensity in our eyes that say that we each mean business.
Without a word we both walk confidently to the middle of the room, each of trying to "own" the center of the room. The taller woman smirks as she uses her height and larger chest to press and cover mine. We go forehead to forehead, neither of us surrendering one step. I can almost taste the hate that we each have developed for on another over the forums.
"You think you can handle this, soccer mom?" She growls at me as she thrusts her chest into mine.
"Fuck you, arrogant bitch, I'll do more than handle you. You'll be crying by the time I'm done with you" I growl back, pressing my entire body into hers.
"Please....I'm gonna rip that blonde ponytail out and make you eat it, whore.. not surprised that you were dumb enough to actually show up.... I'm going to enjoy making you beg". She says angrily.
"The only one left begging will be you...last chance, slut, I'll let you leave now and save you the pain but not the shame." I growl back, feeling the first beads of sweat escaping my pores as we push against each other.
"Ok, you old twat, you ready to do this?" Sara barks at me as we both take a step back.
"Hell yeah! I've waited a long time for this" I bark back.
She slaps me across the face. Without missing a beat, I return the favor. We stare at one another for a fraction of a second before we simultaneously snarl and hurl ourselves toward our rival.
Just like that, both of unleash all of the bottled up hate on each other in a barrage of claws and curses. I'm yanking her braids, she's pulling my ponytail. The slapping begins in earnest both of us, unloading on the other woman. The sounds of hands smacking flesh and shrieks of pain and anger reverberate off the walls of the presidential suite in the luxury hotel.
We dance around for a few minutes like this, before Sara grabs me in a bear hug. The taller woman pulls me onto my toes before tripping me and driving me in to the carpeted floor with a loud thud and an "ooomph!" As the air rushes out of my lungs. I get the worst of the fall as she lands on top of me before we catball across the floor, continuing our assault on one another. Our naked bodies intertwined as we struggle to gain control of our nemesis.
Despite my best efforts, Sara is able to keep me on my back for the majority of the time. Slapping and clawing at me when she's on top. When I do manage do get on top, I'm not able to inflict any real damage before the self proclaimed 'Jungle Cat' rolls me off. I can almost feel her gaining confidence.
I struggle against the bigger woman for control, our fingers intertwine and she pins my hands flat. Next, Sara manages to straddle my belly, bouncing on it causing me to groan in pain. I'm unable to avoid her gaze as she smirks and says "All that talk, and you're just a weak little pussy cat, Kelli....to think, I actually expected you to at least put up a fight"
Our fingers still woven together, she slides my hands above my head. Using her leverage of this hold she stretches my body and drives her chest into mine, her hard dark nipples crushing my smaller pink ones. Again, Sara looks down at her trapped prey, "you feel those, bitch? That's what a real woman's chest feels like...your little bitty titties don't stand a chance.... neither do you, Kelli." She bounces her chest a couple more times to drive home the point, forcing a groan with every impact. The dark skinned woman is reveling in the pain on my face as she compresses my chest. Her larger breasts flattening mine. I find it even more embarrassing that even though hers are bigger they are also more firm, something she seems to be acutely aware of as well.
"Poor Kelli...you got stuck with those little things and that aren't even firm...you are so beneath me. That fact is pretty embarrassing for you isn't it?" She taunts from above me. "Well, I might as well enjoy this room for as long as possible...time to put you out of your misery" she says before moving forward to smother me. The humiliation I feel as her dangling tits brush my cheeks on their way to covering my nose and mouth is intense.
Realizing that I better do something or this will be over soon, I plant my feet and arch my back. "Get off me, bitch!" I shout as the dark haired woman is pitched forward enough for me to buck her off.
Both of us scramble across the carpet and engage each other again from our knees. Yanking each other's hair again without mercy. I don't think I've ever heard as many variations of derogatory names for women in my entire life as I heard uttered by both of us in this battle. I didn't think it was possible, but the hate between Sara and I has only intensified since our bodies have clashed.
Neither of us can seem to break the hair pulling stalemate and I'm the first to release one hand and sink my claws into the younger woman's tits. Sara lets out a shriek as I rip at the soft, dark flesh of the chest that was punishing me only moments ago.
Soon we have both forgotten about each other's hair and we are tearing at each other's skin. I feel the familiar burn as the sweat begins to pour from my body and sting the freshly made scratches left by Sara's talons. From the sounds of my opponent she is feeling much the same way.
With one hand mauling her chest and the other going back to her hair, I break the stalemate with a quick twist of the hips that sends both of us to the ground into another catball. Either I have caught Sara by surprise or she is starting to fade, as this time it's me that is controlling the rolling melee. I assault her chest and slap anything that I can find an opening for. To her credit, she fights back from the bottom admirably, but I'm starting to take control. I keep the younger woman on the defensive until I finally lock in a strong grapevine pin.
Sara's claws reflexively dig into my back as the pain from the brutal grapevine racks her legs. "I've got you now, bitch...how's that feel?...ready to admit I'm the better woman?" I growl into her ear. My confidence soaring as one of my best finishers tortures the ebony skinned beauty. "You may have a nicer rack, but you can't compete with my legs...face it, Sara, mine are stronger...and sexier".
Through groans and gritted teeth, Sara shoots back "In your fucking ... dreams, you little ... blonde twat....not even ... on your ... best day".
Our combined perspiration has both of our bodies glistening like we're in an oil wrestling match and even though I'm hurting her, I can already feel her beginning to slip free. With a few strong tugs of my hair, some distracting scratching and a bit of determined squirming, Sara frees her legs.
We tangle immediately back into another catball. Our bodies going to war against each other. It's strange, but it's almost like both of us have silently agreed that we will settle this by seeing whose body is more dominant. The slapping has almost ceased , replaced with pressing and pinning each other. We still claw and pull hair but now our hands our begin to spend increasing amounts of time learning every curve and every muscle of our foe.
As the grinding body on body struggle wears on, it's apparent to both of us that we are each other's equal in almost every way. Then it happens. Sara has managed to get on top and is attempting to escape my guard. As she slides her muscular leg over mine, I buck to keep her there and our pussies collide. Clit to clit, both of us work our hips a few more times.
"Bitch, you seriously don't think you can out fuck me, do you?" Sara snaps as she increases the pace of her grinding.
I glare at her as I retort "I'll have you begging for mercy as I grind your weak pussy into a quivering mess".
With that, we both start grappling for the best position to rub our opponent's womanhood into blissful submission. The room soon becomes alive again with the sounds of us moaning and cursing the other woman.
It's a strange new sensation for me, trying to hatefully pleasure the other woman while trying to not give in and enjoy her efforts to do the same to me. I find myself hating how good she makes my body feel, even her mauling of my chest is becoming surprisingly enjoyable as my mind begins to blur the lines between pleasure and pain.
I hate that I'm aroused by watching my light colored skin press and slide against Sara's smooth and glistening dark skin. I hate that I'm enjoying the feel of her breath on my neck and the sounds of her breathy moans in my ears as we writhe across the carpet of the expensive hotel. I hate that I have to focus on not finding her lips with mine and having to put primal urge to taste her out of my mind.
I hate that I'm not allowed to enjoy making her curvy, fit body convulse and tremble as my mound battles hers for supremacy. I also equally hate that I can't give in and enjoy her body skillfully doing the same to mine. I hate that I can feel my face and chest flushing, I curse my body and my mouth for not being able to hide the signs that she is pushing me closer to climax.
As we battle in this unorthodox way, I've lost all concept of time. We may have been going at this for thirty minutes or three hours, I really don't know. What I do know is there is a sweaty ebony goddess beneath me and I'm going to make her cum. "That's it..... take it.... on your back like ....the whore..... that you are!" I say through my moans and panting as I grind away from on top, pulling her thick thigh vertically and using it for leverage.
"I've ... got you .... right .... where.... I want you..... bitch!" Sara says between moans, her voice beginning to tremble slightly, as she arches up and grinds back.
After everything, it comes down to this. We are each in our best position and both of us look determined to see this through from here. "C'mon... slut.... cum .... and admit ....my ....pussy.... is better" I say while reaching down and slapping her tit before grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look at me even as my moans intensify.
"Fuck you! .... there's ... no way....your ... weak ass ..... 'mommy' ....pussy ... can.... beat.... mine" she says moaning every word angrily. She has freed her leg and now uses it to pull me in tighter while her free hand sinks its claws into my ass.
We continue, both of us can tell we are reaching our crescendo. The moans become louder and the insults have become shorter and less frequent, alternating one word barbs of "slut", "bitch", "whore" and "cxnt".
I feel Sara's body start to tremble. I think I've got her! "There... it... is... bitch... cum for.... my pussy...you... know... you ... want to" I say, my excitement growing, taking me dangerously close to the brink as well.
The younger woman's eyes flicker confusingly between ecstasy and hate. "No... fucking... way, skank! ....I'm... gonna- Oh, fuck!....God no!... no.. no... no.. not yet..."
Sara's moans go quiet, replaced with hard breathing as her body shivers and convulses. Her body finally gives in, she lets out a long exhale as her body finally begins to release the long suppressed orgasm that she has been fighting against. Past the point of no return, she lets out a loud guttural moan, followed by softer, more sensual ones as the waves of pleasure overtake her.
I continue to grind my way through her very intense orgasm, slamming my sex into hers to remind her that I'm the one that gave it to her before collapsing on top of my conquered rival.
The room falls silent but for our panting for several minutes. I can feel the sweat of both exertion and arousal pouring from my body and mixing with hers. I become completely aware of her body beneath me, the soft skin of her chest and body rising to meet mine as we catch our breath. I push myself up and look at my defeated foe. My mind lets her beauty return, now that she is vanquished and she glistens with the afterglow of what just transpired.
"Ok, 'jungle cat', time for this 'soccer mom' to finish this" I say mockingly. I slide up her body, planning to settle onto her face and have her give me what I just gave her.
As I get almost to her mouth, she pushes me over the top of her. I land ass up, on my belly. Sara straddles my leg, grabs my hair, and reaches down with her other hand to rub my clit in a makeshift doggy style position.
I'm shocked be the sudden, rough move, but the match is over and I really need to get off, so I just try to enjoy it. The younger woman gets rougher and more physically aggressive with her pounding. Since I like it that way, I don't mind and she finishes me rather quickly. She dismissively pushes me on to my back.
"Well.. that was different.." I say, still reveling in my orgasm.
The words have no more than cleared my lips, before Sara is on me again. "You might have won the match, but I'm still gonna finish this fight." She hisses at me.
She pins me down and grinds her crotch into mine aggressively. I try to match her, but I'm still in an orgasmic haze and my body is physically spent.
"I told you that your skanky old pussy couldn't compete" she says firmly in control now. "You got lucky".
"Get... off ... me... you... fucking... bitch" I snarl from beneath my bigger chested foe, breathing hard and fighting the moans that come so easily with my body still tingling from the first orgasm. "It's over... I ... won".
She glares down at me, before sinking her claws into my hips and pulling me in even tighter. "It's over when I decide that's it's over, you little blonde whore".
I try to remove her hands but she casually bats away my exhausted efforts. I'm unable to coherently vocalize anything but moans and screams as she brings me to my second climax as her pussy devours mine.
"Oh..you... thought ...you could ... out fuck... me... Let me .... hear ...your ... pathetic ... weak ass... pussy... cum... again... slut" she growls down at me, her pussy slamming into mine with every word.
I'm unable to offer any resistance at all as she sends me to another orgasm. She stops for a moment to admire her handiwork. I'm a complete wreck, a sweat soaked, quivering, shell of my previously proud, victorious self.
Sara stands up, straddling me. I would love to send a foot skyward and drive it into that younger pussy that just destroyed me, but my quivering legs don't respond. She smirks as she looks down on my still trembling body and says " You sure don't look like a winner right now, Kelli.... officially, you might have the win, but I think we both know who is the better woman..."
"Fuck you, Sara, you dirty slut, I already won...that was a cheap shot... I'll beat you next time too!" I finally muster up the strength to say, as the younger woman finishes hastily throwing some clothes on.
"That's some tough talk coming from a woman, that just spent the last ten minutes on her back getting fucked like a cheap whore..." she says on her way to the door. "I'm sure this is a familiar feeling- laying there naked and used up as the one that just fucked you heads to the door to find something better to do..."
"I'm gonna fuck you up next time, bitch...this isn't over" I shoot back. I want to stand up and stop her but even if I manage to overcome my wobbly legs, I know that I'm in no shape to fight anymore after Sara ravaged me.
"Sure you will...soccer mom, sure you will...enjoy your little 'win'... loser" she snaps sarcastically as she shuts the door behind her.
I sit there stewing for a few more minutes before I call Jake to come up to the suite for the night. He smiles when he sees me, " well, you're scratched up, but you're still in the room...sounds like a good win, why the sour face?"
I tell him the whole story and show him the video. I can see his big, thick dick bulging through his jeans, but sex is the last thing I want to think about tonight. Instead we settle for a couple's bubble bath and I give him a halfhearted handjob out of pity before we drift off and I dream of taking my revenge on Sara.
