FreeCatFights

I've been travelling in the USA for a week, visiting various business friends and will end the trip with a visit to a conference in Chicago.

Check into the hotel in the afternoon when i notice a woman who is being served by another receptionist and who is looking at me.
Well, i also think that i look good and don't attach any importance to the incident.

I've arranged to meet other participants of the conference for dinner, we eat well, drink and chat.
Just before i want to go to my room, my eyes fall on her.
The woman i saw at the reception.
She stares at me.
I say goodbye to the others and sit down at the bar.
She is still there.
This time i return the gaze.
Does she want to intimidate me?
Does she think she is better than me in whatever?
I've definitely noticed that she has a very athletic body, her clothes conceal a defined muscular body.
With this body i would also believe that i can defeat anyone.
But i'm confident enough to stand up to this woman and her beliefs. 
The bartender puts the mojito i ordered in front of me.
Sip my drink, push her out of my thoughts and enjoy my bedtime treat.

I flew into Chicago on the red eye this morning. God I hate this city. But this was a rare occasion where my husband and I could attend seminars for our respective businesses in the same place at the same time.

Pat had to go straight to his conference,  so I am on my own to check us in and get settled.  As I approach the reception desk, I notice a slim brunette checking in next to me. I immediately detect a foreign accent,  but can't quite identify the origin.  Apparently I stared a little too long,  as I noticed her look over, look me up and down, and developed an instant look of arrogance.  I think to myself,  "bitch, please. I'd break you like a twig."  I finish checking in and go up to the room.

I head off to my seminar. As I wonder during intermission, I keep seeing this woman in the halls and the lobby. Every time she seems to be staring daggers into me. What is this witch's problem?

The seminar concludes for rhe day. As I leave the banquet room, I look around,  expecting to see her, but she's nowhere in sight.  I head back to the room, shower and get dressed. I am supposed to meet Pat downstairs at the restaurant. I put on my form fitting gray dress and strap on my 4" stilettos..

The waiter ushers me to the table. I am only there a few minutes when I get a text from Pat. He's going to be delayed for a couple of hours.  I am pissed.  But at the same time,  I understand that it's part of business.   As I look up from my phone,  I see her. There. Sitting at the bar with that same arrogant look on her face.

I walk over to the bar and pull up a chair,  leaving one seat between us.  I order a glass of white wine, and turn towards her, intending to strike up some conversation. But as I turn towards her, she spins in the chair and turns her back to me. "What the actual fuck?" Just another reason I hate this city.

I down my glass of wine,  slam the glass on the bar, and head back to my room. As I wait for the elevator,  I look over to where she was just sitting,  but she's no longer there. I shrug it off and get into the elevator.  The doors are almost closed  when I see a hand thrust between them and her that unmistakable accent again, "Wait!"
The safety mechanism reopens the doors and... yt

My mojito is almost empty and the voyeur is obviously annoyed about something.
She comes to the bar, sits down next to me and apparently wants to chat me up.
The moment she is about to make a comment that is common in this country,
i turn my back on her.

She is creeping me out.
She is constantly staring at me with her eyes.
I can't stand this for another two days.
I'll sort it out immediately.

Before she has even finished her wine, i've positioned myself near the elevators.
Wait for the opportunity to enter the elevator when she is already inside and squeeze myself in with my figure-hugging dress, which is very conspicuous today.
I smile very friendly at the voyeur and press a button.
The doors close and the elevator begins to glide upwards.
I count to three for myself and then stop the elevator.
Look at you, straight in the eyes. 
"Ever since we first saw each other this afternoon, there seems to be a problem between us.
You obviously wanted to bring this up at the bar.
Well, it cost me a few tips, but I'm glad that we can talk here and now in private."

Yt

The doors open and sure enough,  it's her. I step back to the corner of the elevator and look her up and down. Is this coincidence?  Is she stalking me? What is the deal? I am certainly not in the mood to take any more shit tonight.

I watch intently,  trying to figure out what is going on.  She smiles at me as she enters. I begin to relax a bit,  thinking to myself,  "Calm down Abby. It's just been a shitty day and you're overreacting." She pushes the button for the fourth floor,  despite it already being lot. Again,  is this a coincidence or what? The elevator begins to rise. I see her reach for the panel again. What is she doing?  I couldn't see which button she pressed,  but the jolt as the elevator suddenly stops answers that.

I hear her address me, but with all of the thoughts running through my mind,  all I really hear is "problem" and something about costing her tips. I reach into my clutch, searching. "OH, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you. I think that I may have a quarter here somewhere."

Rather than actually pulling out a quarter,  I toss the clutch into the corner of the elevator. I spread my feet about shoulder width with my left slightly in front of my right.  My elbows tucked in slightly to the front of my sides., my hands out wide as I anticipate the non-verbal answer to "you arrogant little bitch. You've been giving me dirty looks all day. What is your fucking problem?"  Yt

My eyes widen as you throw your clutch into the corner, raise your hands and hiss angrily at me.
"Problem?!
The problem is you!
Ever since i've been in this hotel,
at this conference,
every time i see you, you stare at me!
Are you in love with me, are you watching me or are you just looking for trouble?
You know what, i don't care and i'm not going to discuss it with you".

My little bag flies into the corner of the elevator.

"We'll sort it out!
Here and now.
First you get a beating and then i'll make you my bitch!"

I reach onto my back, pull down the zipper and let the straps slide off my shoulders.
My dress lands on my handbag.
I stand in front of you.
Two hands in front of my body.
A thong.
A pair of Jimmy Choo.

"So, ready to settle it woman to woman?"

I almost expected this bitch to drop her bag, but dropping her dress kinda caught me off guard. A quick scan reveals that she's fit, but definitely doesn't spend the hours in the gym. I can't help but smirk as she issues her threat.

I realize what this is about... she wants me. I reach up for the my right shoulder strap to peel my dress to match her, but decide "she's gonna have to earn a peek at this body. I already know that there's no point in trying to explain or reason with her.

  I visually measure the distance between us. I decide to take action before she has a chance. I snap off a quick front kick aimed at the top of her thong, following up with a right upper,  aimed with the anticipation that the kick is going to bend her forward into its path.  Yt

We're facing each other.
I"ve made my position clear to you and expect an appropriate reaction from you. You also seem to want to push the strap off your shoulder and then you don't.
Is this bitch a prude?
I can help her, I think to myself, and i take a step forward and reach for her dress.
My fingers grab hold of the fabric just as she lifts her leg and hits me with her foot.
I stumble back and put the fabric under strain when she follows up with a second kick that hits me hard in the side.
If i hadn't been able to grab hold of her dress, it could have hit me in the head.
But now, after the two kicks, i hold on to her dress and struggle to keep my composure.

I feel the pull on my dress as my kicks connect.The first felt as if it was on target, but didn't quite have its intended effect.  The follow up attempt was semi-blocked as she keeps ahold of my shoulder strap, preventing me from creating the distance for its full effect.

Despite not landing as cleanly as I wanted,
I can tell she really didn't expect just how the hard the impacts would be.

The initial thought would be too pull away from her, but I really don't want it to rip. I launch at her,l chest to chest, both hands reaching for hair, using my strong frame  to drive her back into the corner. Trying to use my strength advantage to pin her there and open her up for a few knees to her midsection... it

Your first attack was painful, putting me on the defensive, but my hands still claw at the fabric of your dress and tug at it.

You take the edge off my attack when you grab my hair and push me into the corner of the elevator.
I let go of the fabric of your dress, grab your hair with my left hand and tug your head back.
When your knee hits my body,
i groan, bend forward and lean my head against your shoulder, breathing heavily.

Looking down, i grab your chest with my right hand.
My hand wraps around your shapely, firm chest.

And then my fingers claw into it!

I'm thinking that I have you where I want you, my larger, muscular physique pinning you to the corner.  It's a satisfying feeling as I feel your head on my shoulder. I didn't get the verbal confirmation I was hoping for as my knee slammed into your belly,  but I know from your body's reaction that you didn't like that. But the satisfaction is short lived.

I feel my head being pulled back by my hair. And despite pressing into you,  you manage to slip your hand onto my left tit. The thin cotton and polyester material doing little to reduce the pain as you dig your nails into the soft globe.

I twist, pushing my left hip into you,  trying to keep you in the corner as I  pull your head down along the wall of the elevator, forcing you to bend forward. The move forcing you to lose the grip on my tit, but I can't stifle the groan as your nails rake through the material. I slip my left arm under your elbow,across your back, and grab onto your right triceps, trying to keep your arms from being able to block. My right remains in  your hair, keeping your head pushed down. I step back just a bit to create a little space, rear back my right leg, and slam my right knee up, aiming to ram it into your tit...yt

You've got me pinned in the corner, pressing your hips against me and making it impossible for me to escape.
We're both breathing heavily and the fight is relentless from the start.
Your grip ties my arms, making it impossible for me to counterattack.
Then you step back.
Put some distance between us.
And before i can react, you ram your knee hard into my tit.
I moan as your knee presses my chest hard. The kick, the pain make me fall to my knees. Trapped by the pain, obsessed with the thought of having to defend myself against you, i crouch in front of you.
Wrap my arms around your legs and try to pull them away from you.
Trying to unbalance you and throw you on the floor of the elevator.
Yt

A satisfying feeling surges through me as my knee connects and you crumble to the floor.  Your arms wrap around my legs. I feel you trying to pull me off balance. I wanted to keep this on our feet, bot ok...

Before I  lose balance and fall, I drop my weight onto you. Both of my knees drive into your gut. I try to pry you hands apart. Intending to "cage pin" you against the elevator wall. (Intended position result... my left knee across your chest, my left arm overhooking and trapping your right arm into my body, my right knee pinning your left arm to the elevator floor, freeing my right hand)...yt

You grab my hands and try to separate them, but my fingers are hooked together like iron.
I can feel you trying to press me against the elevator wall again.
Pull your legs more to the side to tip us onto our sides.
This position seems more advantageous to me than being dominated by you from above.
A fierce struggle for the upper hand breaks out.
We breathe heavily, sweat begins to trickle down our skin in the heat of the elevator car.

I can't believe that I can't break this scrawny little bitch's grip. I feel her continuing to try pulling me off balance. I give up on the wall pin attempt and use her pulling momentum against her. Letting her  pull me down, but maneuver my body to ensure that I land on top.

I end up much higher on her than intended,  with my navel on her cheek.i plant my hands on the floor,  with locks of her hair woven through my fingers. My dress is hiked up around my  waist. My black thong revealed. I inch my way down her body,  using her hair and my superior strength, until my tits are at the level of  her throat.  I wrap each leg around hers in a grapevine  and begin to spread.. I attempt to wedge my right hand between our bodies,  trying to underhook her left arm and break her locked grip...yt

I notice how i manage to shift the weight of the stubborn american, she is about to start rolling.
And yes, she's tipping over.
The only bad thing is that she uses the momentum to turn us around and i end up lying under her again.

I get the pleasure of feeling and smelling her sweat.
She calmly pushes herself into a good position and wraps her legs around mine.
I've to open my grip, she tries to grab my hand again and hold them in place so that i can't attack her.
But she doesn't have one hand under control yet.

The fabric that has slid upwards doesn't go unnoticed by me, giving me an idea of what is now possible.
And i seize the opportunity, reach with my hand to the lower back of my fiercely fighting opponent and grab the narrow straps.

My fingers become entangled in them and then pull upwards. 
More and more.
So that the fabric of her thong has to cut deep into her crotch.

Who can hold out longer?
The American?
Or the fabric?

Finally,  I manage to break her grip and begin to get her hands under control. I get ahold of her left wrist and pin it to the floor. Before I can grab her right, I feel her hand slip into the narrow straps of my thong. I can feel as she intertwines her fingers into the material. The thong starts to dig into me... not comfortable,  but not excruciating either.

I am secure in the position.  My legs spreading her wide, giving me a sturdy base. I reach back and wrap my left hand over hers, ensuring she can't let go of my thong. Initially,  I push as she pulls, but suddenly I yank up as if to assist her in ripping it off me.

As the material pops, I can't stifle the groan as it rubs, digs, burns against my pussy. But with the momentum of the material giving,  I use that momentum to slam her right hand down to the floor next to her head.

I look deep into her eyes and smile as I hold on to this classic grapevine pin. Then, plop my full weight on her again. Pushing her hands closer together,  then crossing them over her head. I pin both hands to the floor, holding them at the wrist using my left hand and body weight. My right gabs the thong, still intertwined in her hand, and begin wrapping it around her wrists and tie her arms together.

 >:(  BITCH!

;D :-*

I pull my opponent's thong into her crotch and try to hurt her.
Suddenly she almost grabs my hand and pulls the fabric together with me.
When it gives way, she uses the momentum and pins my hand to the floor.
The bitch seizes the opportunity and tries to tie up my hands with the remains of her thong.
I squirm under her, kick my legs and try to get free.
But as much as i fight against her dominance, she manages to tie my hands together and continue to control my legs.
I end up lying under her, sweating and breathing heavily.

I've to admit to myself that she has defeated me.
Do i want to say it?
No, i don't want to!
Do i've any other choice?
No, i don't!
So i reluctantly force the words through my lips.
"I give. You have won".

I smile as I hear her utter those words. "That's right, bitch. You know that I am too strong for you." But as I look down into her eyes,  it's not a defeated look. It's more like a look of admiration, of reverence, of wanting. Suddenly, I realize what this has really been all about

I relax the grapevine spread,  not completely, but enough for her to relax a bit, yet be able to slap it back on if I need to.  With my right, I continue to keep her hands pinned.  My left peels my dress from my body. I switch hands and toss my dress aside.  I reach back, and shift her thong to the side, exposing her clit. A quick brush of my hand along her pussy,  and I reach up, grabbing her nipple between my thumb and index finger. I begin pinching,  twisting, pulling. Not too hard, just enough for her to know that I could really hurt her... "Is this what you want?  Admit it bitch.  Admit that you really wanted to fuck me!"

The winner is lying on top of me, i can hardly bear her triumphant look.

You take off your dress and our bare skin touches.
Feel your hand between us, pushing itself between our bodies, sliding deeper and pushing my thong to the side.
Your fingers run over my femininity, touching my clit for what feels like an eternity and sending a shiver through my body.
You grab my nipples and start playing with them, tenderly but always with the underlying threat of hurting me.

When you ask, i press my lips together and then it bursts out of me:
"Yes! If i had won, i would have fucked your brains out of your skull!
Until you begged me to let go of you!"

My words are a mixture of disappointment, anger and tension about what'll happen next.
Knowing that i'm now at your mercy doesn't make it any easier for me to endure the position and situation.

I release the grapevine and posture up, assuming a standard bicep flexing victory pose as I straddle her right thigh. "Take a good look dear."

I scoop her left leg up onto my shoulder,  inch forward until our clips touch. A couple gyration oof my hips and I already feel her moistening. "NO SO FAST!"

I let her leg drop and straddle her hips. I lean forward, again grabbing her bond wrists and pinning them.  I lean down,  face to face, as if to kiss her, but pop up. I scoot forward, trap her head between my thighs,  grab a handful of her hair with my left,  lean back, my right hand planted on her mound, pulling her into me, as again, I take a grip letting her know that if she does anything but comply, this is gonna hurt. "Tap out bitch! Use that tongue and tap out!"

You begin to savor your victory.
Sit down in a typical victory pose, flex your biceps and let me enjoy your triumphant look once again.
Then you push your crotch against mine, press your pussy against mine and our labia open.
I bite my lip as your clit briefly presses against mine and there is a brief but arousing contact.
You bend forward, your face is very close to mine and i can smell this mixture of perfume, soap and fresh sweat.
Instead of kissing me, you sit up, grab my hair, pull my face into your crotch and order me to lick you.
At this point, the smell of your femininity tells me that you are totally horny to passionately enjoying your victory.
My tongue pushes itself forward, touches your clit and begins to circle it very tenderly. My lips enclose your pearl and suck on it gently.
Where'll your actions lead us? 
Do you just want to teach me a lesson or will it end in an unbridled frenzy of lust?

Wow, this is one hot fight, sorry one of you has to lose but hang in their Danny I am enjoying this too much

Quote from: BattleStud on May 23, 2024, 05:22:10 PM
Wow, this is one hot fight, sorry one of you has to lose but hang in their Danny I am enjoying this too much

Losing is part of the business.
Whether losing is fun this time depends on the other woman.
;D   :-*

A shiver shoots through my body almost instantly. I expected at least a little reluctance before she started to tap, but DAMN! She went straight to work. This bitch knows what she is doing.

A sense of confusion surges. I want to dominate her. I want to humiliate her. I want to maintain control. But I can already sense that I won't last long if I let her continue. But I really don't want her to stop. 

I wrap my right leg behind her head and roll to my back, pulling her with me (triangle choke like position).I begin to think that I really don't need to force anything onto her, she's more than willing to do this. With my right hand still in her hair,  I lay back and relax. I let her work her tongue.

My tongue pushes between your labia, seeks out your clit and starts to play with it. It tenderly circles your bud, sucks and licks it.
But in addition to tender play, the muscle in my mouth also knows rough play.
It switches to these in between, whipping and beating your swelling,
bulging clit and making you moan.

As you turn onto your back in pleasure and hold my tongue against your pussy, i slide my index and middle fingers under my chin and into your pussy.
And while my tongue passionately licks and pampers your wet cxnt, i thrust my fingers deep inside you.

I can't help but gasp as she inserts her fingers. This bitch is making me do crunches right there on the elevator floor.  I sit up, intending to try to get to her pussy, but then flop back down as she hits that nerve as it just feels too good.  I want to cum. But I ask myself,  am I letting her win? Never been so confused.

I manage to prop myself up on my left arm, my right reaches down to untie her wrist. I place my right on the back of her head. "That's right,  You know your place." 

You lie on your back and moan like a cheap whore.
And while you writhe on the floor under the impression of the skills of my tongue,
i use a second of inattention to free myself from your grasp.

Suddenly i kneel in front of you, push your thighs apart and sit between them.
Press my crotch into yours, our pussies open and our clits meet.

"You are a great fighter and you've defeated me, but now i'll show you another form of female confrontation!" and our femininities grind, rub and push against each other.
I'm aware of my good starting position and stabilize myself as best i can so that you don't escape again.
The quiet smacking of wet flesh echoes through the elevator cabin while our eyes lock and the test of will and mental strength begins.

I am on the verge as she sits up. For a split second,  I think she going to stop right as I am about to cum. I lay back again and let out a groan of frustration.  But then, she pushes my legs apart. Her pussy mashes into mine. She spreads my lips. Her clit begins to swordfight against mine.

I plant my feet and tilt my pelvis. Our eyes lock. She issues some kind of threat, but my mind is too overwhelmed to know what she said. I was already close to cumming from her tongue.  Now her rigid, stiff clit is pushing mine around,  mashing it into my public bone. My nails dig into the carpeted floor. I close my eyes.  I bite my bottom lip. I wonder to myself,  "does she know how close I am? Does she know that her clit is bullying the hell out of mine? Is she going to keep going if I cum?

It's so obvious that the woman beneath me is about to have an orgasm.
I don't let up on thrusting my lap into yours. Our hard clits touch again and again, fighting their own battle.
The juices from our pussies are now running down our thighs and seeping into the carpet of the elevator.
And while i don't let up in my efforts to make you squirt, the thought matures in my mind that i want to prove my sexual supremacy to you more than just once.
The louder we moan and the more our arousal reaches new heights, i'm determined to humiliate you sexually and take away your feminine pride.
My hands touch your body everywhere, caressing, scratching, kneading your deliciously firm breasts.
My grinding, rubbing, thrusting gets harder and faster.
I want you to roll your eyes and explode like a volcano under me.

As I lay back and close my eyes,  I realize that this bitch is not letting up on me. She picks up the pace.Harder. Faster.  We are both breathing hard, but there's no  doubt that she knows that she has me on the edge. Her hands caressing my body. Groping my tits. I can't fight it anymore. Her clit is absolutely destroying mine.  I take a deep breath and hold it... My body begains to shiver. "OH FUCK"  I explode HARD, my juices squirt into her pussy and mix with hers.

I lie back, looking up at her, trying to catch my breath. I'm expecting her to say something.  Claim victory,  something.  But the bitch doesn't stop. Am I going lay here and let her turn my victory prize into a humiliating defeat?

I hook my right leg over her left and plant my heel into the carpet. I sit up and undertook her left arm and grab onto her hair. I plant my left foot out wide. I shift my hips and roll. Intending to come out on top, straddling her left leg. "Round 3 bitch."

Wow, I thought I had a favourite here, but now I am split, this us an awesome battle ladies, one of the best.

Yes ladies fight on what a great fight