Tales from the Strip Club - Rachel and Stella

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According to local legend, when the developer bought the land, the original landowner told him that the plot of land he owned was worth nothing more than a hill of beans. And through the years, the spot of land, despite having no visible elevation, simply became known as the Hill.

But being so far away was a great advantage when people wanted to have a good time, especially away from the prying eyes of significant others or the law. From this once unwanted land, an establishment grew where local people knew they could go to have a good time. As its fame spread, so did the types of activities one could engage in to let loose. At first it was a speakeasy, then a brothel, before transitioning into what it is today, a strip club.

Whatever form the building took, it always held on to same name as the land on which it stood, The Hill. Despite its reputation for debauchery, what actually occurred in there remained a secret. Despite this tight-lipped secrecy, rumors and legends have escaped detailing the most outrageous erotic activities.

These legends have never been recorded.

Until now.

***

As bars go, it was a good one. Cold drinks, a good band, and a happy crowd. Well, happy except for one exception. Seated at a small hightop in the corner was a sullen Rachel who nursed a lukewarm bottle of domestic beer. Clad in her ribbed, white cotton tank top, no bra of course, short denim shorts, and flat, open-toe, sandals, the brunette beauty's attire was the only thing that matched the bar's aesthetic.

Her eyes barely took in the crowd. In fact, the only images that played in her head were the scenes from last week's humiliation in front of so many onlookers at the Hill. Somehow, her ambush on Stella backfired and it resulted in a double humiliation. First, she lost the sexfight. Then, Stella handcuffed her, bound her feet, and sexually tortured her until she came like a firehose by rubbing her pussy into the stripper pole.

She stewed as she remembered the looks of pity on the women who helped her up, the same women whom she had humiliated in previous sexfights, but now they pitied her! The repercussions of her failed gambit were immediate. Stella took away Rachel's weekend slots, the most lucrative, and she was given the worst stage times for those days she was allowed to work.

Rachel didn't care about the money. She had the good fortune to marry a wealthy man who tragically died early in their marriage which left her with everything. She danced and fucked at the Hill because she loved to dance and fuck. But she also loved to dominate in every aspect of her life and it steamed her to no end that despite her wealth and body, she still had to listen to the likes of an old hag like Stella.

Revenge was on the brunette's mind, and she vowed it would be hers. She just needed to figure out how.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

The entitled tone, rather than the actual words, irritated her more than anything. Rachel glanced in the direction from where the words came and, yup, finance bro. No doubt named Lance, Chad, or some other idiotic name.

The blandly handsome man took Rachel's glance at him as an invitation to sit at the empty stool next to hers. An impartial observer would hardly fault his intent. Rachel was by far the best looking woman in the bar, and given the wealth of female talent there, that was a particularly high bar to hurdle.

"Can I help you?", Rachel asked in her bitchiest tone.

The man tilted his head back and laughed as if Rachel had told the funniest joke. He then cut to the chase and propositioned her with the promise of offering her a night she wouldn't forget.

Always one to appreciate the direct approach, the brunette studied the man with a new eye. He wasn't bad looking and even looked like he knew how to handle himself in bed. But, once again, she was at the behest of someone else's desires. What about what she wanted? Why didn't anyone think about that?

To buy time before responding, her eye, for the first time, surveyed the crowd. What she saw impressed. The place was studded with very attractive men and women but her eyes quickly zoomed to one in particular. A tall, striking blond that had blue eyes and a beautifully tanned, fit body. Her shapely and giant breasts were barely clad in what could best be described as a bikini top that was aqua-colored with a thin white trim. A pair of white short-shorts showed off her wonderful ass and shapely legs.

Rachel drew a sharp intake of breath. The woman, surrounded by a gaggle of male admirers, was straight, she was sure of it. Confirmation came from an unexpected source.

"You don't have a chance with her", said her unwanted companion who espied the object of Rachel's desire. "My buddy's hooked up with her a few times and every time he tries to talk about a threesome with another woman she just shuts him down."

In that moment, Rachel felt her old predatory self emerge. She quickly seized on a plan. She turned to the bro, whose name she still didn't know, and said, "A thousand bucks says that I can get her to suck my tits in 30 minutes."

The bro's eyes opened wide and before he could respond, she continued, "And another thousand says she and I are walking out of here together."

The man couldn't agree fast enough and they quickly swapped electronic banking information. He showed his cleverness though by telling Rachel that instead of paying him if she lost the bet, she would instead go home with him, to which Rachel agreed without hesitation.

Wager set, the man rushed over to the gaggle and managed to extract the woman back to the table. The blonde, her name was Emily, looked warily at the brunette, no doubt with the assumption that the woman was a threat. The man, his name turned out to be Derrick, was so excited to tell Emily about the bet that he kept having to repeat himself. The blonde looked on in shock and was about to get up and leave when Derrick dramatically slammed his phone down on the table with the timer in full view of both women. He then stepped away, it was a stipulation of the bet, and silently prayed to any listening higher power to let him win this one bet.

Due to the noise in the bar, the women had no choice but to shift their seats closer together so they could talk. Emily looked over Rachel in a new light. The brunette was no doubt attractive, probably the hottest woman she had ever seen. As soon as she heard the details of the bet, she was about to leave the table until she saw the timer. At that point, why not? It was only 30 minutes of small talk and she could go back to the boys and pick one for the night. After all, this could be a fun little diversion.

Rachel read all of these thoughts as clear as day. She leaned over so she could speak directly into Emily's ear.

"So, you're not into women?", she asked politely.

The blonde shook her head no and not wanting to seem rude, replied, "No offense. It's just something that's never interested me."

Rachel smiled in understanding, "That's okay, it's not for everyone. But someone who looks as good as you deserves the chance to be worshipped." And at the last word, Rachel wafted her warm breath over the nape of Emily's neck and delighted when she saw the short hairs rise and the blonde practically shudder. From the slight flare of the blonde's nostrils, Rachel knew that her perfume had finally gotten through. She continued.

"There's not a lot of women that look like us." She then grasped the hem of Emily's shorts just near the button with her thumb and index finger which caused the side of her hand to brush delicately against the blonde's tanned torso. This small action resulted in the blonde needing to take a deep breath. How was this woman having such an effect on her so quickly? Already, an unspoken desire to see how the brunette's naked tits compared to her own had already cropped up. Now, there was a brief image of their two naked bodies writhing together.

"Only we know how to take care of each other", Rachel cooed before she gave a gentle blow into Emily's ear which caused the blonde to shudder again. Now in firm control, Rachel lightly grabbed a hold of Emily's chin with her other hand so they could look at each other eye to eye. Despite being women of unparalleled beauty, the two of them could not have been more different in that moment. One, calm, cool, and in control. The other, speechless and completely helpless.

"Tell me something", the brunette continued, "when was the last time you've been truly fucked? I mean, so drained from an unending night of nonstop sex that your body just collapses into sleep?"

Emily's mouth was now dry as the words penetrated her soul. She thought back, back, to when she was truly sexually satisfied and knew the answer was never. She looked deep into the eyes of the insanely gorgeous woman, the one who promised her a night of sexual paradise, whose light touch felt like fire on her body, and knew, just knew, that this woman offered something that Emily had always wanted but never gotten.

Things happened quickly now. Emily had no idea that Rachel had subtly moved her hand from her chin to the back of her head. She had no idea that the brunette had closed the distance between their lips to practically zero. She had no idea whose perfume she smelled or why she was so dizzy.

All she knew was that she had the sudden urge to mate her lips to the pouty, red pair that hovered in front of hers, and she acted on that urge with a passion she hadn't felt in a long time.

Rachel thrilled as their lips finally met and was elated further when she realized Emily was fantastically skilled at kissing. From their position on the barstools, the two women threw themselves into the kiss the best they could until the strain on their necks and shoulders was too much to withstand.

By now, they had the attention of a sizeable crowd, including a man who faced the realization he was about to go home alone and with a slightly reduced bank account. He glanced at his watch and saw there was only a little over two minutes left and briefly fantasized about the possibility of maybe keeping his money and taking them both home.

But those hopes were immediately dashed when he saw the brunette effortlessly peel off her tank top and show off her majestic breasts to an appreciative crowd.

It was a step that Emily didn't know she could take. She was terrified that once she took it, she could never go back. But the look in Rachel's eyes was so calm, so relaxed, so inviting, that she decided to take the plunge. She lowered her head and placed a tentative, terrified kiss at the base of Rachel's right tit. It was something she had never tasted before. Somehow soft and firm and also utterly fucking addictive.

She took another kiss, harder this time, and was rewarded with a low moan from Rachel. She made the brunette moan with desire! Encouraged, she pressed her lips harder and higher into the mammoth tit. About five or six kisses in, she introduced her tongue which scraped against the bumps of the brunette's areola. A little higher and soon her tongue and lips kissed and sucked on the offered nipple. All hesitancy was now thrown completely out the door and Emily brought her hand up to massage the other tit, which felt wonderful in her hand, while she orally worshiped the one before her.

The timer's alarm exploded as time expired and the volume was enough to distract Emily from her present activities. Rachel had already thrown her tank top back on, latched her arm into Emily's, and walked the blonde out of the bar to the cheers of a grateful audience. Rachel's penthouse was just a few blocks from the bar but there were plenty of dark corners and alleys on the way. Rachel skillfully used each one to drag Emily in so the two could aggressively kiss and paw at each other. Blessedly, the elevator was empty and the entire ride to the top of the building was spent wrapped in each other's arms and their lips glued together. The action not only kept the spark between them alive but quelled any opportunity for second thoughts to enter into the blonde's head.

As she rushed Emily into her penthouse, stripped her naked, and practically threw her onto the bed, one thought ran through Rachel's mind before she descended into a night of delirious fucking, "I'm back."

***

Large manicured lawns, shady trees, and big houses. It was a neighborhood typical of upscale-suburbia. Not at all a place where one expected a sexually active woman in her 50s to live but Stella didn't always conform to norms. Down a ways and across the street, Rachel saw Stella exit her car and walk into one of the larger houses on the block. Once the door closed, Rachel sat back in her seat and let out a sigh of relief. It had been a long week since she put her plan of action in place. The first step was to find out where Stella lived and that took long enough. One advantage of the Hill being so far out of the way was there were only a few ways to enter and exit. Patiently, for every night, Rachel camped at each egress point at around the time Stella usually left work and headed home. The previous three nights ended with no results but finally, tonight, her patience paid off and she successfully followed her blonde nemesis home.

Once the lights went off inside the house, Rachel took a moment to observe her surroundings. She picked a good place to park. The night already provided cover but the spot she was in benefited from the overhang of a large oak tree which shielded the car from the illumination of streetlights. The house which she parked in front was dark inside and the "For Sale" sign was a good indicator that no one was home. Perfect.

She eased her car out of the spot to turn around and head home. In two nights, she would have her revenge.

Inside of the house, the sound of a car engine turning over startled Stella. This was a quiet neighborhood and the sound of an engine started carried far. Stella was just about to go to sleep when the sudden need for a glass of water prompted her to walk past the window when she heard the car. Curious, she peeked out of the curtain and was surprised to see a car seemingly appear out of nowhere and U-turn out of the neighborhood.

What was going on? That house had sat empty for months and had been the source of a small sense of consternation among the neighbors worried about how the empty house would affect their own property values. With a sense of foreboding, Stella realized that where the car parked gave it the perfect place to observe her own home. It couldn't have been a crazy customer from the Hill, each one was thoroughly vetted before they were allowed entry. She had no enemies.

Or did she?

"Rachel", Stella muttered to herself. Of course. Who else would be crazy enough or fixated on her enough to do something stupid like that? She briefly considered calling the police to make a harassment claim but then came another thought. She smiled to herself and almost laughed with glee at the look that would come on Rachel's face when the predator underestimated her prey.

"Bring it on Rachel, this is going to be fun." With that final thought, Stella crawled into bed and fell into a deep sleep with a big smile on her face.

***

Stella admired the building that housed Rachel's penthouse. The manager was a longtime client and one-time lover. She found the address with a quick search of the Hill's employment records. A brief phone call with the manager yielded more than she could hope for. The penthouse opposite the one on Rachel's floor was empty and the property manager also happened to be same client who managed the building. She now had direct access to Rachel's floor. It was early evening and the blonde had just come out of the spa as a way to prepare for what was surely a hard fight, so she went all out. A massage, facial, mani/pedi, and mud bath helped relax and calm her body. The scented oils and perfumes that was applied to her body gave off a wave of pheromones so powerful they even made her slightly dizzy.

She entered the building from the backdoor and took the freight elevator to get to the very top, positive that Rachel would not use such a pedestrian lift as a way to access the floor. She let out a low whistle when she unlocked the doors, turned on the lights, and saw the apartment that demonstrated the peak of modern minimal luxury. Granite counters three inches thick dominated the kitchen to her left, and the stainless steel appliances were at the absolute top of the market. In front of her and to the right was dominated by the large living space that was covered in white marble save for the tasteful adornment of fabulously expensive rugs. On the rugs were various pieces of furniture, tables, couches, etc, all top of the line of course, but that was all dominated by the view of the city offered by the 20 foot floor to ceiling windows that took up one entire face of the unit. After she absorbed the absolute wealth of it all, and ponder on how to get the owner of this unit to become a Hill client, she made her way to the master bedroom to prep for battle.

When she saw the giant tub, she couldn't help herself. She turned on the water and was delighted to see that the jacuzzi had a built-in soap dispenser. The water even turned off when it reached its max height. Naked, she gingerly sank herself into the almost boiling water until she sat comfortably. She basked in the luxury and took her time to scrub every inch of her body while taking care to leave her hair undisturbed.

Once done, she rose her body out of the water, stepped out of the tub, and dried her body. The hot bath did the trick of relaxing her muscles and the steam did its job by opening her pores which meant she only had to apply a minute amount of makeup to her face. Once her face was prepared, Stella got dressed. Battle armor, she thought to herself.

Stella stepped into the hallway and instinctively made a quick survey to see if anyone observed. But then she shook her head as she reminded herself that there were no other units except Rachel's and her rental on this floor. The door to Rachel's penthouse was down the hall and around the corner. A clever design that allowed each occupant to walk the halls without risk of seeing their neighbors. The sounds of her heels clicking on the floor were muffled by the thick, luxurious carpet, and Stella wondered what type of upkeep it took to maintain carpet of that quality.

She reached the door and saw it was just like the one at her unit and pressed the solid gold button for the doorbell.

Inside the penthouse, Rachel's full concentration was focused on the items laid out in front of her on the kitchen table. In a neat order, lay fur-lined cuffs of various size, ropes and other restraints, and a variety of dildos and vibrators. Images of Stella's tortured face as she succumbed repeatedly flooded the brunette's mind. She then began an internal debate about the need for lube. She wanted her revenge, but she also didn't want to veer into the territory of sexual assault.

It was at that moment she heard the doorbell ring. The sound rang clearly throughout the penthouse and startled her given that it was the first she ever heard that bell's ring. Any maintenance or other business that required access to her apartment was handled by the building manager and he always knew when it was okay to enter her unit.

Curious, Rachel quickly tied her form-fitting silk robe tight against her body. She was nude, of course, and loved the feeling of the white silk rubbing against her body. The robe was short, just reaching her mid thigh, and the way it formed against her body, particularly her nipples and ass, would make it clear to anyone that she was naked underneath. Almost like the beginning of a bad porno, she smirked to herself as she opened the door.

Her eyes could not have gotten wider when she saw Stella standing in the hallway. The blonde looked fucking fantastic. Her hair was done just so, with a thin tress that framed her face perfectly. Like Rachel, the older woman wore a tightly belted silk robe, though hers was black. And just like Rachel, it was clear that Stella was gloriously nude under the robe. The only other difference in the two women was that Stella sported a set of kinky black high heels that made her ass pop and her legs seem endless.

Shocked couldn't even begin to describe Rachel's reaction to seeing Stella outside of her own front door. But the brunette's mind moved quickly. Obviously, Stella learned about Rachel's plans and decided to turn the tables on the brunette. The dark-haired beauty knew that she no longer had surprise on her side and wouldn't get to exact her revenge how she had envisioned. But was that such a bad thing? Now, she had a chance to beat this bitch on equal terms, once and for all.

While Stella kept her cocky smile, internally, she was impressed at how quickly Rachel recovered from the shock of the blonde's appearance at her front door to smoothly beckon her to enter. The brunette simply stunned in her white silk robe that clearly showed the outlines of her hardening nipples. She truly had the perfect body and Stella couldn't wait for the opportunity for it to surrender to her again and again.

The blonde confidently stepped into the doorway and past the brunette. Her heels clicked loudly against the Italian marble floors and the sound echoed throughout the penthouse. Stella surveyed the luxurious unit, but it was much like hers with the placement of rooms completely in reverse.

After she walked about 10 feet, Stella effortlessly took her heels off, untied her robe, and let it fall to the ground as she turned back towards Rachel. The brunette let out a small gasp when she saw the blonde's nude, perfect body. The bitch did not play around and it suited the brunette just fine. Rachel closed the door behind her and dispelled her robe as well to reveal her amazingly nude body.

From 10 feet away, the two of them stood, staring daggers into each other's eyes as they tried to psyche the other woman out. Stella broke the standoff when she sauntered over to the table and daintily lifted one of the handcuffs with her index finger.

"For me?", she asked in a mischievous voice. She didn't wait for confirmation before continuing, "Well, now we can settle this like women. Come on."

Already having lost the element of surprise and now losing control of the situation in her own home made Rachel seethe with rage. She almost threw herself at the arrogant whore before she reminded herself to keep her head. Her impulsiveness was both an asset and a liability to her and, for this occasion, she needed to exercise some self control. Rachel followed the blonde to the bedroom, her eyes glued to her fantastic ass.

Without breaking her stride, the beautiful older woman walked right up to the bed, crawled until she reached its head, and then turned to lay on her back.

Rachel's eyes saw everything. The jiggle in her ass as each hip sidled up and down. The hint of wetness in the pussy lips that showed with each step of Stella's crawl. The alluring flip of blonde tresses that slashed through the air when she flipped onto her back. And the majestic loll of her tits as they reached back, almost scraping Stella's chin, before settling after a tremendous tremor.

Rachel's hazel eyes burned deep into Stella's cool blues. The sheer arrogance of Stella's behavior pissed her off more than anything! She hated the older woman. But her body felt differently. Already, her breath shortened, and she could feel her nipples stiffen and a familiar dampness form between her legs. Her body craved Stella's body. More than craved, it wanted to dominate the arrogant slut and make her beg for mercy from the superior Rachel.

As much as her body desired Stella's, she could see the blonde having a similar reaction to her own body despite the older woman's cool demeanor. Stella's face may have been calm, but her body was taut. The light reflected the shininess of wetness between her legs and the nipples were hard as pebbles.

"I'm going to destroy your body, you glorified whore", Rachel practically spat out. It helped to give her hatred a voice.

A bigger smile on Stella's face. She hadn't had a good sexfight in years!

"Oh yeah, baby?", she taunted in an artificially sweet voice. "Bring that sexy body of yours over here and let's find out."

That was enough for Rachel. She walked steadily towards the bed. Her body shook with every step and Stella's eyes caught each millimeter of movement. Panther-like, Rachel climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled towards her prey. Her voluminous breasts loomed even larger now as they hung from her chest and drawn to the ground by gravity. She crawled with one hand on each side of Stella's torso and her legs straddled one of the blonde's legs. Occasionally, smooth skin brushed together and caused each woman to shudder in anticipation.

Before long, they were face to face with their bodies lined up perfectly. Their precious tits were so close to each other, they could've easily touched with a deep breath.

Rachel's face began to precipitously drop until her and Stella's noses and lips were just centimeters apart. Warm breath washed over each other's faces and the two made incredibly subtle movements with their heads to tease and titillate their opponent. Closer and closer they became. Lips made a whisper of contact with bare skin. It was a game of wills and neither woman wanted to be the first to show weakness.

Finally, Stella couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the back of Rachel's head with both hands and mashed their faces together to join together in a kiss of violent passion. They kissed with such skill and eagerness that their bodies melted into each other. Soon, the thrashing of their mouths reduced to the pure sensuality of two lovers just enjoying the feel of their lips on another's.

Their hands roamed over each other. The massages and caresses administered made them moan with lust. Being on bottom, it was easier for Stella to explore Rachel's awesome body, and she took full advantage. She clutched at Rachel's back with both hands. She wrapped one arm around Rachel's shoulders and another held the back of her head in place so their mouths never separated. She slid her hands down the brunette's back, with the palms dug into the taut flesh, until her fingers were able to grab firm holds of two perfectly formed cheeks of ass.

With a movement inspired purely by lust, Stella angled her pelvis up and powered Rachel's ass down and was rewarded with a delightful "smack" as their two sopping wet pussies finally met. They broke the kiss to briefly moan in blissful agony before their lips snapped together again. Stella knew that in a sexfight showing your desire for the other woman first was a sign of weakness, but she just didn't give a damn about that at the moment.

Now their bodies were fully engaged. Cunt to cunt. Tit to tit. Body to body. Smooth, hot skin rubbed together. Moans of increasing pitch and volume escaped the sealed containment of their joined lips. Their movements grew more dramatic as a well of desire rose within them, ready to explode at the first opportunity.

They finally had to break the kiss. The need to breathe and the desire to use every ounce of their sanity to keep the fuck going for just a little bit longer. They stared at each other through hooded eyes wanting nothing more than to see the look of ecstasy on the other woman's face when she finally broke.

"OH! OHHHH!! OH, FUCK!!!!!"

Stella's screams rattled the walls. She threw her head back into the pillow and tightened her grip on Rachel's ass as cum gushed out of her pussy. The feel of the blonde's molten hot juices rush inside her overwhelmed the brunette who finally let herself go.

"FUCK ME!!!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!!"

The brunette's own ear-splitting screams joined the blonde's as their bodies were wracked by an explosive series of orgasms that finally petered out after several minutes. Their bodies finally relaxed and Rachel rolled off Stella to lay on her back. The cool air on their sweat-covered, and cum-stained tits, torsos, and vaginas was welcome and soothing. The women stared at the ceiling, unsure of how to proceed after such a dramatic encounter.

As she came down from her high, Rachel knew she had won. She had withstood the blind-side attack and caused the older woman to cum first and cum a lot. She was sure that the old hag had nothing left in the tank and geared her body up to take her prize.

However, surprise struck once again when Stella propped herself up on one elbow, and effortlessly rolled herself until she lay on top of the prone dark-haired woman. Both women groaned in pleasurable agony at the reunion between their most sensitive body parts and couldn't help but melt into another long, sensual kiss.

"We're just getting started, baby", Stella cooed once the kiss broke.

Rachel didn't reply. With one hand, she grabbed the back of Stella's head to resume their kiss and the other snaked down to grope the blonde's ass and power it down so their cunts stayed attached.

The women's bodies undulated against each other in a never-ending wave. They kissed and they fucked each other as one orgasm bled into another. As powerful as those explosions were, the desire to mate was even greater than the necessity for rest. They screamed their orgasms into each other's mouths until the final eruption detonated inside of them and knocked them into the land of the unconscious.

***

Her mind screamed for oxygen. That's what finally caused Rachel to awake. She saw that her nose and mouth were practically engulfed by Stella's massive rack which must have landed on her face sometime after they blacked out. She quickly maneuvered her head to free her face and breath more easily. Now fully awake, she could take stock of the immense fucking she and Stella had just administered to each other.

She had to admit that it was incredible. As her mind replayed the past round and the wonderful warmth and form of Stella's seeped onto her own body, Rachel began to get worked up. With Stella still asleep, Rachel knew this was her chance to gain an advantage. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around the blonde's back and rolled their bodies until their positions reversed. The brunette rose herself up a bit to appreciate the older woman from this new vantage. God, she was gorgeous. And it helped that the sleeping, peaceful woman, had no idea what was about to happen.

Her arms rose up behind Stella until they grabbed the long hair to secure the head in place. Then she lowered her own until her lips began to lovingly kiss, lick, and tease Stella's nipples. She deliberately kept her touch light in order to not awake the sleeping beauty just yet. But her efforts were paying off. Low, involuntary, moans escaped from the blonde's mouth and her body began to stir.

Rachel grew bolder and began to more aggressively attack Stella's mountainous tits. She pressed her own giant chest into Stella's torso and delighted at how her nipples scraped against her enemy's taut navel. Slowly, she kissed her way down both tits, leaving a trail of wet spots from the nipple peaks to the base of her underboobs until they met in the middle with a straight shot down to her belly button.

Stella awoke with a sudden start when she realized the erotic dreams running through her mind were all too real. She tried to move her head but it was yanked back hard by Rachel's iron grip on her blonde locks.

"FUCK! YOU CHEATING CUNT!", Stella protested as she tried in vain to break the brunette's grip. However, her anger quickly petered out and transitioned into raw lust when Rachel began to nibble on her clit.

She was at the brunette's mercy and knew it. Rachel ate her out with a skill that even she had rarely encountered. The brunette made a masterful use of her tongue, teeth, and lips and exulted in joy when she felt her efforts pay off when the first gusher of Stella's cum jetted into her mouth.

"Yum!", she said to herself as she lapped up every drop before resuming her cunnilingus. From Stella's relaxed posture, Rachel could sense that the bitch had given up fighting and was now gamely taking Rachel's oral assault knowing there was no chance for escape. Secure in her victory, Rachel removed her tight grip on Stella's hair and moved them instead to vigorously rock and massage the blonde's towering tits.

Stella's mouth was now stuck in a semi-permanent "O" as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her body. Without knowing it, her hands had clamped down on Rachel's head to hold her in place and allow unfettered access to the brunette's tongue.

The blonde's eyes flashed wide open and her back lifted inches off the bed when Rachel resumed her assault. The brunette redoubled her efforts because she knew this was the big one. She licked Stella's pussy lips, combed her tongue in and around the blonde's silky vaginal walls, sucked on her clit, and, for the first time, slid her fingers into her tight cunt and press on her g-spot.

"NO!!!! I'M CUMMINGGG!!!!!", shrieked a stunned Stella as the biggest orgasm over her life washed through her like a tsunami. She pushed one load of cum after another into Rachel's waiting mouth. She came so hard and so long, she wondered if it was possible to die from ejaculation.

Rachel could sense that the blonde's body was about to shut down, she wanted to make sure she fucked, not sucked, the bitch into a coma. She got her head up and was immediately greeted with a gush of cum on her chin. She climbed up the blonde's body, intertwined their legs, and powered her pussy down with the aim of draining every last ounce of cum. Her efforts were rewarded with another massive eruption. But the feeling of molten hot cunt juice wash into her core was too much for the sexed-up brunette who had now gone far too long without her own release.

She bellowed in pleasure as her own pent-up orgasms cascaded out of her, and now, surprisingly, felt herself on the verge of exhaustion. Grim satisfaction came over her when she saw Stella's eyes close and her head loll back onto the pillow. Now assured that her enemy's body was spent and fucked out, the call for rest was too much even for this particular sex kitten who, once again, collapsed her body on top of the blonde's.

***

This time, it was Stella who woke first. Her arms held the still asleep Rachel in a light embrace and their bodies hewed together tightly. Stella replayed the previous round in her head and was astounded that she let herself get taken advantage of to such a degree. Fortunately, part way through, she realized physical resistance was futile, and relaxed her body with the aim of saving her energy for later. That stratagem clearly paid off as she was now as energetic and ready to go. She looked around and saw the first hint of sunrise poke through the horizon. Even though they had fucked all night, there was still a ways to go.

Before she could take advantage of the situation, she felt Rachel stir on top of her and the brunette come to within seconds. The two women, one defiant, the other triumphant, glared at each other.

"I won, bitch", cooed a haughty brunette. "Admit my superiority and I'll give you the ride of a lifetime." She then reached down to engage the blonde in another kiss.

But Stella wasn't having it and, instead, sneered at the audacity. "You didn't win a damned thing!", she shot back. "You think it's hard to win when you're the only one in a position to make another woman cum? Let's see what happens to you if the situation was reversed!"

For once, Stella's words actually punched through Rachel's arrogance. She had to admit to herself that the blonde was right, she couldn't claim true superiority just yet. Fine. She still had plenty in the tank and had no doubt the blonde was on her last legs. The brunette then gave a sickly sweet smile and lazily rolled off the blonde, her fingers grazing the fine flesh, until she was on her back. She lewdly wiggled her body to cause an enticing jiggle with no moment being missed from Stella's observant eyes.

"Okay then, you miserable old slut", she taunted, "let's see what you got."

The blonde flashed a hungry and predatory grin. If she only had to choose one purpose in life, one skill to claim as master above all, it would be eating pussy. Rachel's body, with it's cannonball tits, lean stomach, and plump, pussy lips presented a fine canvas to paint a masterpiece. She crawled into position until her body lay on top of the brunette's. Wasting no time, Stella lowered her lips and the two engaged in a wild, lust-filled kiss. When the need for oxygen became too great, Stella kissed her way down making sure to not miss an inch of beautifully bare skin on the brunette's chin, neck, and upper chest.

Despite her desire to devour the insubordinate bitch's spectacular tits, the blonde willed herself to slow down. The best rewards came from patience and Stella was resolute in her desire for remuneration. Starting at the top base of Rachel's breasts, Stella's lips barely brushed against the taut flesh. Just whispers of skin on skin contact. The teasing drove the brunette wild as she squirmed underneath at the ministrations. She moaned in disappointment when her nipples were denied more than the quickest of kisses from the blonde's pouty lips.

Stella started from the top again but this time her lips were more aggressive and she even introduced a bit of tongue to lap up the delicious taste from Rachel's breasts. The increase in tempo only caused more consternation in the brunette who wanted nothing more than for the blonde to finally get on with eating her cunt. And another moan of disappointment, louder this time, when her nipples only got a slightly longer kiss than last time, followed by a quick suck.

Rachel settled into the pattern as Stella increased the pressure at the base of her tits one more time. She relaxed as she now understood the mind game being played by Stella.

"OH GOD!! OH FUCKKKKK!!!!!"

Cum exploded from Rachel's tits like never before when Stella wrapped her lips around a rock hard nipple and sucked on it like a vacuum cleaner. At the same time, she used her fingers to massage and tug on the other nipple. The surprise attack resulted in geyser of cum as Rachel was rocked by a nipple orgasm. Now, like a demon possessed, Stella feasted on Rachel's tits as the helpless brunette suffered through one nipple orgasm after another.

As soon as Stella sensed that the production from Rachel's tits was in decline, she moved south and went to work on the brunette's lovely bald pussy. Again, Rachel was completely helpless as she felt the blonde's tongue push into and fill her like never before. There was no teasing here, just pure sex as Stella ripped a series of eruptions out of the prone brunette who had no recourse except to let the orgasms run their course.

Finally, the inevitable, as Rachel's body couldn't take anymore and finally shut down. Before it did though, the last thing it saw was Stella's blue eyes staring into the brunette's face, as Stella ground their pussies together until the blonde erupted in her own explosive series of climaxes. Again, the two of them slumped their bodies together, exhausted from another round with no winner determined.

***

This time both women woke up together still wrapped in each other's arms. The morning sun filled the room with a light that bounced off of each woman's perfect form and gave them an almost angelic look. The shining light combined with their sexual satisfaction and physical intimacy was enough to momentarily mask their shared hatred. The two smiled and kissed as lovers.

However, as their kisses deepened and both women strained to assert dominance their annoyances with each other came to bear. They kissed harder. Held each other tighter. Fought for the top position. They rolled back and forth on the bed until they finally tumbled onto the floor, arms, legs, and linens akimbo.

"Enough!", declared Stella. "We'll fuck on equal terms so you can remember your place once and for all!"

"Fine!", shouted a defiant Rachel. "Like I need any help to grind your pussy into dust."

They quickly untangled themselves and climbed back onto the bed. They arranged their bodies until they lay on their backs, propped on their elbows, and knees apart. With great effort they tried to maintain eye contact to intimidate their opponent and show they had no fear, but neither one of them could help sneak a peak at the increasing rise and fall of the majestic tits that lay before them.

At an unspoken signal, they inched themselves closer together until their sopping wet cunts were separated by mere inches. The tension between them grew unbearable as they waited for the other to break first. They could see the tension grow on the other woman's face. She so badly wanted nothing more than to mate her cunt and feel that indescribable pleasure of pussy on pussy fucking. Who would break first? Who was the woman that could prove that she could hold out longer? That she didn't need what she so desperately wanted more than the other woman?

Somehow, they broke at the same time and powered their pussies into each other.

"OH GOD!"

"JESUS CHRIST!!"

The screams didn't abate as they fell on their backs to drive and drill their cunts into the squishy, soft, flesh of the beautiful woman between their legs. At first, they grabbed onto to the sheets to maintain some sort of grip, but the linen proved too soft. Each woman grabbed her enemy's leg and clutched it by the calf in the valley of her tits which allowed her better leverage.

The first orgasm took mere minutes to rush through them. The next one followed on its heels so closely that one could legitimately wonder if it wasn't just one giant eruption. Their bodies finally settled in to what promised to be a long trib fight but their minds and will powered on. There would be no surrender offered, no quarter given, this was a fight to determine one winner and one loser.

As their bodies worked, the heat inside of them continued to rise. Sweat poured down their bodies and carried whatever spare cum it encountered on its journey. These rivulets of fluid traveled down each woman's gargantuan breasts, trim stomachs, and down their long legs before seeping beneath the crevices between fingers and leg. Here, they began to pool and served as a lubricant that caused each woman to lose her, once iron, grip on her opponent's bare leg.

They had no choice but to release the leg and did so when they suffered through another powerful orgasm which caused them to momentarily collapse on their backs. With a deep breath, they rose on their elbows and powered back into each other as if they had never stopped.

"FUCKING HELL! OH, FUCK YOU!!"

"OH! OH!! OHHHH!!!"

Shrieks and yells rattled the walls of the bedroom as one orgasm after another ran through them. These women hated each other but loved fucking each other. They were able to maintain an otherwise unsustainable rate of orgasms because one emotion continuously fed the other.

Through half-hooded eyes, the women looked at each other. Their bodies yearned for more. More fucking, more touching. They rose up to their hands and pushed off the bed slightly to launch themselves forward until their upper bodies met in a delicious-sounding "splat." They groaned as their tits mated again but those sounds were silenced almost immediately due to the urgent need to reunite their lips. Legs wrapped around asses, arms wrapped around backs, and now the women were truly intertwined in a euphoric fuck puzzle.

One benefit of their current position was that the bellows were more muted because they just yelled into the other woman's mouth while they came.

Stella was on the verge of hallucination and no longer being able to determine reality from fantasy. She could feel her mind and body prepare to slip into madness and just concede victory to Rachel. While she still had some, no matter how small, control of her faculties, she had to make a move or risk defeat. Slowly, she lowered her hands until they cupped Rachel's muscled ass. With her hands clamped on that bodacious booty, she leaned her body forward just a little bit after each eruption.

While in the throes of each orgasm, the brunette never noticed her body being tilted back until it was too late. Suddenly, the balance was too much for her to keep, and she found herself falling backward onto the bed.

"NO! NO!!!", she cried out as her arms flailed in a futile attempt to brace her fall.

Once she landed, Stella repositioned their bodies to take full advantage. She twined her legs with the brunette's, threw the dark-haired woman's arms back over her head, and powered down her pussy into the waiting twat.

"You're mine! You're mine now fucker!", promised a vengeful blonde right before she closed the gap between their lips once more.

Rachel felt helpless as her body experienced one enormous climax after the other. Her body was too tired and had seemingly lost the will to fight. She gamely tried to meet every one of Stella's thrusts with a parry of her own but she couldn't deny the pleasure of feeling her clit slide inside of the blonde's labia. She couldn't help but roar with pleasure when their buds met, twisted, and knotted together. The last thing she felt as her mind finally shut down was the warm feeling of hot cum gush inside of her as the result of Stella's victory fuck.

Stella had the satisfaction of seeing the brunette's eyes finally close before her head landed on the band. She managed to hold back her orgasm for a little more than a few seconds before she finally unloaded into the bitch's waiting cunt. As unconsciousness finally came for her as well, the last thought that ran through her head was, "I did it. I won."

***

It was the call of nature that finally got them to wake up. Both women staggered out of bed. After spending the evening, night, and morning fucking each other it was time to get some relief. They each went in search of restrooms to relieve themselves. After a quick detour to the kitchen for some refreshment, they both stumbled back to the bedroom before collapsing on the bed from exhaustion. Both women stared at each other, one of them with a look of expectancy and the other with the look petulance.

"Say it", the older blonde woman commanded.

A long pause.

"You won, cunt."

Rachel spoke the words with an understandable bitterness. She tried to think of a way to extend the fight but, deep down, she knew that she had lost, fair and square. Knowing that didn't make it any easier when she saw the huge smile form on Stella's face and cause her to dread what came next.

The blonde rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and ordered, "Eat me. Make sure you clean out my superior pussy!"

Those words almost caused the brunette to rage in protest but rules were rules. The loser ate the winner's pussy, there was nothing she could do.

Or was there?

Rachel smiled sweetly and rolled on top of Stella's outstanding body. The two women groaned in happiness as their bodies met once again and their lips hungrily sought their counterpart. The kiss was hard but brief. Rachel prematurely broke it and took an excruciatingly slow tour of Stella's body with her lips and tongue. The deliberate pace caused Stella to moan in agony as Rachel skillfully worked her until her libido was ablaze.

The brunette finally got to her pussy and within seconds had a lathered up the blonde quite nicely. Stella was on the verge of a major orgasm; stars began to form in her eyes and she was ready to erupt when she felt the sudden change in body position and found herself face to cunt.

Stella screamed in agony while Rachel teased and tortured the blonde. She nibbled and sucked on Stella's clit until she felt the blonde's body tense and turned her attention elsewhere just as she was ready to spew. Stella gripped the brunette's ass tightly and raged at the traitorous behavior. She knew that Rachel wanted her to break and draw Stella into a 69 battle to resume their fuck fight, but she knew there was nothing she could do.

Or was there?

A sudden moment of clarity pierced her mind. Gingerly, Stella explored the folds and lips of Rachel's amazingly wet pussy with her hand. She then bunched her fingers together and slid her whole fist into Rachel's cunt.

"OH. FUCK. ME!!!!!"

Rachel couldn't believe how quickly her senses were overwhelmed when she felt Stella's entire fist in her twat. Not prepared at all for that type of assault, she had no defense, and the orgasms roared out of her, fast and furious, especially when Stella used her tongue or thumb to diddle her clit. The brunette was helpless as she was fucked relentlessly and came again and again.

Once she sensed a relaxation in Rachel's body, Stella gave another stern order to the brunette.

"Now eat me out right, or I'll shove my entire arm up your cunt!"

Finally defeated, Rachel concentrated all of her skills on getting Stella off. In this, she was entirely successful. Stella laughed in pleasure as the orgasms flowed from her like fine wine and she happily feasted on Rachel's cunt to get her off every now and then. No longer a battle, the two of them engaged in a joyous 69 and continued to lavish their lips, tongue, fingers, and fists on the other woman's cunt for several hours until they finally had to slip into the unconscious realm one more time.

As their eyes closed, the sun began to set, marking the passage of almost an entire day of two women who strove for sexual superiority until one of them established her dominance. Both women slept long and well. When they awoke the next morning, fully refreshed, the hatred that had been the hallmark of their relationship had largely transitioned into a mutual respect. Stella and Rachel spent the next day enjoying each other's bodies, in various bedrooms, the hot tub, the pool, and the shower. When they weren't fucking, they talked. They agreed that maybe there was a way for Rachel to have some more opportunities, but also for the need for her to respect the rules and traditions of the Hill.

"You know", Stella said as she prepared, finally, to leave Rachel's penthouse, "that night you and I had at the Hill brought in more money than ever. What say we make it a regular thing?"

Rachel was more than happy to agree to that and sealed the deal with a long, passionate kiss. This time, Stella had to break it, reluctantly, because she needed to get home and shower if she was going to make it to the Hill on time. They promised to talk more and bid each other goodbye.

As the door closed, Rachel leaned against it, and smiled her devious smile. "I got her right where I want her", she promised herself.

As Stella walked away, she felt a hint of premonition. "I'll have to keep an eye on her", she thought and shook her head in amazement. There was never a boring day at the Hill!

[YuriLesboLover]

Another masterpiece from you. I love how you mix casual lesbian sex with hardcore fuckfighting. I was kinda hoping that Rachel would win but she needed to be humbled too