This is a story written in collaboration with my friend Neha. Hers was the idea of the lingering shops and she wrote part of the text. Hope you like it and comment. Maura
My erotic lingerie business was doing great. My friends at the women club were loyal customers and I had used my influence to avoid competition close to me. Only in one case I had to pressure a lady who insisted in opening a shop close to mine. After a heated fight I “convinced” her to look for another place for her shop.
Until one day I saw workers at the other side of the street across my shop. I was unable to see what was going on until one day the workers retired the barriers and I could see the title of the new business: “Indian Erotic Lingerie”. I screamed murder and as soon as I saw the shop open I crossed the street and entered the place. It was already full with curious customers and I asked for the owner.
I hadn’t seen Neha since the weekend after our fight, a little more than a year ago. We had incredible sex for two full days, but then she had disappeared from the Club and never called me back. Now, when the employee I had asked for the owner came back, she was accompanied by guess who? Neha in person, walking royally, with her great body showing flesh and beauty.
“Oh; Maura, is it you? So nice to see you again”. It was the Indian girl, as beautiful as ever, and I couldn’t be sure if she was being honest or sarcastic about it. “Well, Neha, it would be nice to see you again, yes… except for the detail that you are opening a business to damage mine”, I said, a little more tense than I wanted. “But Maura, honey, this is a free country. My business is legitimate and some competition is good for the customers, don’t you think so?”. “I just only wonder why your sudden interest in erotic lingerie and precisely in front of my shop”, I almost screamed. She was perfectly composed and kind of superior. “Maybe I want to demonstrate that Indian erotic lingerie is better than yours”. “Yes, since you couldn’t demonstrate than an Indian woman is better than me”, I spat. “Oh, sweetie, I still believe I am better. You were lucky. And true, we had a great weekend, but I am younger and sexier”, she smiled. I slapped her twice and in a minute we were rolling on the floor, kicking and slapping. The employee and some customers came immediately to separate us, while we were grabbing our hairs. “At closing time at your home, whore”, she managed to whisper.
She remembered my home from the famous weekend. I suddenly was excited, remembering the fight and the sex. Neha was one of the most beautiful and sexy girls I ever met. The prospect of another fight with her excited me, even knowing that it could be hard, even brutal.
I waited for her in a robe, after getting sure I had a room ready with mats and little else. Didn’t bother to shower in spite of all day work and sweat, but I knew before long we would be dirty anyway. When she arrived, beautiful as ever, I also detected her sweat scent. I offered her a drink and she declined, saying: “Do you think this is a social visit? Where are we going to fight?”. I walked to the mats room, and feel her breath on my neck as she followed me. As we entered, I let my robe fall, and waited naked until she undressed which didn’t take half a minute. Her fantastic body was before me, her bush lovely, her tits full and her nipples pointing as were mine. We got closer, inhaling the other scents, and she kissed me fully in the mouth, our tongues dancing, our tits rubbing. I remembered our kisses and sex of that weekend, our many orgasms and got lost in the passionate kiss.
Her brutal punch in my belly took me by total surprise. She looked at me, smiled and said while I doubled in pain with my hands on my belly: “You taste as good as I remembered”. Then, she punched me again, this time on my tits. I clinched on her for support, in pain, and we started exchanging brutal punches mostly on our tits and bellies. In five minutes we were groaning and sweating profusely, our bodies hurting, our nails clawing on our tits and backs. Curiously, I detected also our arousal smells. For a few moments we separated to get air and recover our normal breathing, but we attacked soon, our arms around our necks in a double lock, faces under the armpits as we mauled our tits with our nails. Our body odors filled the room and I could see we both were excited as our cxnt juices dripped to our thighs. I finished the lock with a hard knee on Neha’s pussy, which made her double and scream in agony. How could she endure the pain was another surprise but from her kneeling position her punch shot to my cxnt, painful and brutal and it was my turn to scream and get on my knees. Groaning of pain, we embraced and fell to the mats, rolling over on a legs lock and our hands on our throats. It was a question of time that one of us would strangle the other. I wanted to beat Neha and to humiliate her, but didn’t want to kill her. She probably thought the same because we let go our throats simultaneously and started punching and slapping again.
We seemed to stop for a time before attacking again with teeth and nails, biting and scratching, grabbing hairs and pulling, screaming and groaning like mad animals. I got Neha’s head and pushed her against the wall, slamming her head twice against the cement. She screamed, her eyes went white and her back slid down the wall and she staid on her back apparently out. I wanted to finish her, so I grabbed her hair again and started to pull her to the center of the room. She had tricked me: Her legs shot and circled my waist in a powerful lock which lifted my body in the air and stomped me on the mats. In a second, taking advantage of my astonishment, she rolled me over, straddled my waist as powerfully, twisted my arms behind my back, and locked me in a very painful position, where I couldn’t move, her feet on my shoulders, her free hand grabbing my long hairs and hitting my face on the mats.
I knew when I was beaten and I screamed “ENOUGH!!!!!!”. I almost passed out before she let my arms go and stood, kicking my butt for the last time. We were stinky and sweaty and even bloody when I opened my eyes, still laying on the mats. Neha was there wearing her strap on and smiling wickedly. “Did you believe I had finished with you, slut? Get on your hands and knees!”. I couldn’t say no, so I got on my fours, and she slapped my butt twice in no gentle manner. It stung, but then I felt her breath on my back and the she cock entered my pussy from behind hard. She started fucking me as she pushed two fingers in my ass hole. I came screaming and only then she pulled off the she cock and helped me on my feet. She kissed me and said: “We better clean our messy bodies”.
In the bathroom, we washed each other and took care of our marks as best as possible. We ate and drank something and then she said: “I want to sex fight you. I am better at fighting and I want to demonstrate I am better at fucking”. “Sweets, you know that fighting any of us can win. In fact, I won the first time. And of course, I accept your sexual challenge”.
We left the shower & went to my bedroom without even wiping our bodies...Water dripping of our hair as Neha sat on the bed on her knees and invited me with a finger.. I hopped up on my knees too and we were face to face.. nose tip and tits almost touching each other and in a few seconds our tits grew in size and were fighting for space to grow more.. Without a word being exchanged our lips were locked in a passionate kiss...saliva pouring off from our mouths on each others tits and hairy pussies as our hands started discovering each others long lost bodies...within moments we started fucking. Fingers, pussies, mouths, more fingers which produced four fantastic orgasms, and a long clit to clit and cxnt to cxnt battle, which made us cum twice, but always simultaneously. We had to decide it was difficult if not impossible for one of us to win a sex fight.
And we were exhausted and went to sleep. In the morning, having a substantial breakfast, she came with the surprising proposition. She said we didn’t need special motives to fight and…
A few days later, our shops were “Western and Indian erotic lingerie” and “Indian and Western erotic lingerie” respectively.
We had merged our businesses.
