[linftr]

I hear your shrill screaming as my back burns.  Your nails have carved furrows in my white flesh, which even my slap addled head can register.  I arch my bottom up a little higher, ignoring the shouts about my upraised ass and twat, and start to hitch backwards, my head almost hiding between your thighs as they protect from more slaps.

I wriggle desperately, my rear thrashing as I try to withdraw from under you.  This fuck is trying to mark me up as badly as I bit and clawed her, I have to get out from under.  A couple of whores who I beat up in  Dolan's a zillion years ago are yelling for you to keep clawing, while the better types want me to turn it around.  CMON LINDA, BEAT THAT BIG KRAUT.

We are both slick, sweaty and bloody, and maybe that wet vagina of yours is lubricating my escape, as I feel myself starting to squeeze back.  Of course, you grab my hair with one hand as you see me backing out, but I try to pull my head anyhow.  I feel like I was scalped already, there must be red hair everywhere, but I gasp and struggle to get air and freedom.

[Anne_Cougar]

I sit triumphantly on you. 
You start to hump under me, curl your back, pull your head in. 
Suspect that you are trying to get me off you, grab your hair again and hold on to them. 
Ride you like an experienced cowgirl, poking my heels into your flanks every now and then. 

Should we both have deja vue? 

With my free hand i slap on your ass and leaving impressive red prints. 

"Have you had enough or should I go back to your cxnt or torture it?" 
This time the win should be mine and i should be able to return the favor for my last defeat. 
Cheering of the drunk guys enthusiastically increases my momentary satisfaction. 
The only thing I'm missing now is your submission. 
But I am still determined to force this from you.

[linftr]

My buns flap from the spanking, upraised cheeks waving to the happy crowd, jiggling even more when your heels prod my sides.  I try and shift and pull my head back, but my hair is so tightly held I can hardly move.  I try to get my arms around your thighs, or your ankles or something, but I can't move those heavy limbs.  I am pinned, pinned like an insect by this sweaty lump.

I hear you asking for my submission, and also hear all the suggestions  coming from the mob.  My feet flip up and down, tapping the floor in frustration, as one leg arches out, then the other, then both knees tucked in again trying to topple you by lifting my ass as high as possible.  "You fat fuck, get off me, You weigh a ton, get off".  and I almost start to sob.  I had her before, I was marking her up, embarrassing her, how can this be, I am stuck.   Realizing the target my elevated ass offers, I start dropping it, as if lowering a flag in surrender.

In a low murmur I almost whisper "I submit Anne, I quit". and all my thoughts of a triumphant return to my old haunt vanish, the last memory everyone will have of me is this.  I squirm and sag down, feeling you pressing down on me as I dread even worse to come.

[Brandiprowstls]

Oh wow!  Anne took her!  She took her!  OMG!

[Wicked]

Quite a fight!Enjoyed every minute.Thanks for the great battle Ladies! HHMMM,I wonder...lol

[jackie]

Great fight between two top bitches. Congratulations on the win Anne.

[Anne_Cougar]

I ride wildly on you, can destroy all your attempts to get rid of me. 
And then it's finally here! 
The real moment of triumph when I hear you whimper softly. 
When you admit your defeat.
I want to enjoy how i sit here on you.  How you're just a pile of misery. 
Raise my free hand and look down at the crowd around us. 
"Tell me folks!
Who is the best and toughest fighter here ?!" 
And many shout
"Anne! Anne! You are the hottest and best fighter ever!" 
And I enjoy how one of the audience celebrates me. 

Then I turn to you again. 
"And Linda ?! Are you ready? Ready for a humiliation like you haven't seen before?" 
I ask down to you.
All pain, all humility is forgotten, because i'm the champ of Dolans Bar!

[linftr]

The crowd is roaring, jumping up and down, incredulous that LINDA LOST?  THAT TALL ONE IS RIDING  HER!  and indeed I feel your ass squashing down on me, my freshly spanked ass a deep red, my exhaustion accented by my admission of defeat.  It is so incredibly shameful  to lose here  as I now start to hear individual remarks, from those who were cheering the fight, from long term friends, and worst of all, from Anne.  The scene of so many of my triumphs, I am now absorbing grit from the dirty floor.

My feet are still beat the floor when I her her say "are you ready?' and my head bobs up, muttering ready for what, when my dazed brain realizes that there will be payback for how I treated this miserable Kraut back in Germany months ago.  I see eager eyes staring in, everyone is aching to see what happens, this bitch has my bar at her fingertips.  I try to push my shoulders up, and fail, and see some guy with a proper camera set up manuevering to take a formal picture to be framed, as is typical at major events at Dolan's.  LINDA EVEN BROUGHT THE FRAME!

My mind is darting around,  I would kick myself, but I fear Anne will do much worse.  How could I have gotten into this filthy fight here, in my own hometown.  I stopped fighting here years ago, and now this.  I break into tears as I ooze into the floor.  Maybe she will take pity on me.

[Anne_Cougar]

I enjoy the hoots and cheers of the drunk crowd. 
Let go of you and turn to the crowd. 

"What should we do with her? Should I leave Linda to you ?!" 
Frenetic cheers break out, but a look at you and your face, wet with tears, makes me feel sorry for yourself. 
I go to Jimmy and whisper in his ear, whereupon he disappears briefly and comes back with a small cotton bag and gives it to me. 
Grin at the guys and shout
"NO! I will not allow that! I will devote myself to her!". 
Then I turn to you and tell you to stand up. 
Open the bag, pull out a Feeldoe and look at you. 

"I think you know what's going to happen," I grin.

[linftr]

Your weight is off me, and I start to wriggle, pushing my shoulders up, as I watch you prance around, enjoying your moment.  I see you motion the owner of the bar over and confer, while he glances down at me.  He returns, giving you your little bag, and shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at me.  I sag, not going to get any help there!

Oh no, this bitch has brought her little toy across the Atlantic, and displays it with a sadistic look.  I must be the only person in the bar not wearing an enormous smile, as people are jostling for a better view and getting their drinks refilled.  I only grimace when you say  I know what is going to happen.  In spite of all the bruises and scratches on you, you seem energized and eager, compared to me sagging and slumping.  Even though I was less scuffed and battered in our battle, it seems I feel totally beaten.

Some bitch from my past history shouts WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY POSE, GOING TO SHOW US SOMETHING? and I see you look at the crowd, and they quiet down for a moment, wanting to know what is going to happen and if you will be 'taking requests'

[Anne_Cougar]

Do you want me to be mean,
really make you suffer? 
Should I be gracious,
punish you quickly and release you from the crowd? 

I'm undecided for the first time that evening. 
But that doesn't prevent me from having to act before someone notices my weakness. 
So I act, grab your hair and "help" you to your feet. 
Push you to the pool table, your pelvis hits the edge of the table and I put my sex toy on the green felt. 
Stand right behind you,
my shaved pussy presses against your butt. 
My hands reach past your body on the left and right.
Grab your tits, knead them gently and whisper in your ear
"Relax! And the humiliation won't be that bad, Grandma!"

[linftr]

Dragged off the floor by my tousled hair, and shoved into the pool table, I feel this panting bitch  lean over me, her breasts on my back as she reaches around my torso to clutch my wobbling tits. She is desperately horny, judging by the feel of her sex on my white globes and she starts whispering to me.

Even as this scene is being played out, the crowd is enthused over the preliminaries.  MILK HER, TUG THOSE TITS !  are the more delicate suggestions, as I am dazzled and deafened by the noise and flashes. I have a last moment of regret that I didn't wreck this wretch, as I sort out the words she is saying to me.

I stiffen my back, even if it allows better access to my breasts and whisper back "Nothing you do will ever match how pitiful you were in Germany.  I had you arching back, aching for me to make you cum, and I stpped away and let the world see your big cxnt quivering and pulsing.  You showed yourself to be a true whore, something I will never do,"  With that little speech done, I bump my ass back into you, as if saying 'do your worst, I still have my pride'.

[Anne_Cougar]

I grin when I hear your words. 
"Youu call me a whore? It is time to pay you back for my defeat in Germany. You will moan like a horny mare. I will fuck you hard and mercilessly! And everyone present will be witness to how loud and demanding you can moan!" 

My right hand detaches itself from your tit and slides over your stomach between your thighs. 
My fingers part your labia, move back and forth between them. 
Feel your clit swell into a plump pearl. Lick your right ear and whisper
"Don't hold back, I can feel the wetness of your cxnt, it's already pulsing." 
Then I reach for the Feeldoe, slide the thick end between my thighs. 
Press the part intended for you between your legs to look for your pussy and to .....

[linftr]

I brace myself for whatever happens, as I cringe when your hand scuttles down my tummy and through my pubes, shifting my fleshy lips aside, and sliding along my clit.  My breathing gets forced, as I shake my head no, and some clods start commenting on my reactions, the red flush  on my chest and cheeks, my erect nipples, and the increasing dew down below.
I squeak when that nasty plastic thing starts poking and prodding at me, my legs shifting to the sides as you fondle me.  Always noisy, I fear that I will start snorting and moaning , with all these people I know watching.  My mouth purses open when I feel that plastic prick poised between my lips.  I look out over the pool table and see the crowd nodding their head and urging you onward. 

[Mickey2786]

Great back and forth battle and I love the style used.