CLUB FIGHT - Part
Danita was a strikingly attractive woman as well as my wife.
She was an animal in bed, and just a generally unique
individual. She was a former high-class, top-rung, very
expensive escort and had a fascinating collection of
stories. She was half Brazilian and half Dutch which had
given her an incredible advantage in her chosen field. She
stood 5’ 9” and weighed 126 lbs, had perfectly unblemished
tanned skin with light blonde hair. She had a voluptuous
figure, with full 36d breasts that stood as only a 26
year-old’s natural breasts could, out high on her chest. Her
stomach was flat, and firm, her arms and legs toned as only
someone who worked out on a regular basis could hope for.
She had earned an enormous amount of money in her life, but
had married into even more, and so she had no wants.
Danita’s only flaw was a mild arrogance, certainly
justified, given her good looks and success in life, but
nonetheless a potential source of difficulty.
To make matters even more interesting, Danita was always
quite willing to experiment, she was essentially bisexual,
as many high-class escorts are, and never refused an
opportunity to try something. It was that curiosity which
had led her into the world of female “combat” at the age of
At that time, Danita had been offered 10,000.00 by one of
her “clients” to “compete” sexually against another young
woman in a sexual battle. Danita, an absolute tigress in
bed, eagerly agreed. She had been flown to a hotel room in
Germany, where by her accounts she was introduced to a group
of people, including a 23 year old brunette woman from Spain
who was to be her opponent. Danita’s version of the story
was that within fifteen minutes of the sexual combat
beginning, she had the young woman whimpering and begging
for mercy. Danita’s story continues with her sexually
dominating the woman much to the delight of her client for
almost an hour more until the young brunette was essentially
limp, and Danita was sexually sated. Needless to say, that
conquest had introduced my wife (then not my wife) to the
world of female “combat”. Having gotten a taste of it, she
informed her bosses, that she was more than willing to
partake in those types of things and word was quickly
circulated among the clients who looked for those young
women that a young, new competitor—apparently very
skilled—had arrived and was in the “circuit.”
Well she competed and continues to compete in these
competitions between women. She has never lost a “sexual” or
breast-based battle (tit-fight), by her story and certainly
since I have known her, and she has only lost one “cat”
fight in her storied career. So from a 19 year-old upstart,
upending the dominant woman (that 23 year-old back then was
considered the “champion” of sorts) of “ladies combat”, she
has progressed to become the dominant woman herself.
That brings us to the current story.
100,000.00 to compete in a “triathalon” against, could you
guess? Some 18 year old German upstart who had been
trouncing every other opponent she has faced in any type of
female competition. Who could turn it down. Danita, with me
in tow, was on her way to Germany to meet the offer of the
client who had contacted her through the escort service. We
walked into the club at about 1 in the morning, Danita,
whose hair and makeup were as flawless as her body (she
really looked like a tanned Torrie Wilson) was wearing a
skin tight black v-necked sequined gown that laced on the
side, exposing her all the way up and down and showing the
most leg possible, no stockings or underwear, no bra (not
needed anyway) and 6 inch black heels. Even in the dark,
crowded club, filled with beautiful women, men and women
stopped to look at her as we walked to the private, back
When we entered, the room was interesting. About 10 or
fifteen men and women were standing or sitting, drinking,
eating, smoking and in various states of undress. In the
center of the large carpeted room was almost a ring but no
ropes, and it was clearly not canvas, but a soft material
with more give—like a gym mat with felt on it. There were
several overstuffed chairs surrounding what was obviously
the combat area. Our gracious host greeted us almost
instantly as every person in the room was immediately
riveted to Danita’s stunning appearance. My beautiful wife
gloated in the attention. Rolf immediately escorted us to
another back room, where we were (or Danita was) to change.
It was also were Danita was to meet Heidi, her opponent for
this two-night triathlon. When we walked in Heidi’s back was
to us and she was speaking, in German, into a cell phone.
She was facing a mirror and I could see her front through
the mirror as well. Heidi was a vision in her own right. The
young competitor was also blonde, although she had streaks
of black in her hair (I couldn’t be sure which was natural
and which was the dye although I was suspect that the black
was the dye) and she otherwise looked very much like the
British model, Jordan, otherwise known as Katie Price. We
had been provided some information on Danita’s opponent, so
we were not taken aback by her physical size. She stood at
5’ 10” and 134 lbs, with a 38d bust. Her body matched
Danita’s in physical shape, except that rather than being
perfectly flat, she had some muscular definition to her
stomach. She hung up the cell phone and spun quickly to
greet us, holding a glass of champagne in her hand. Her make
up was also flawless and she flashed a riveting smile, with
crystalline blue eyes to compliment it. I could feel the
heat rise from Danita as she noted that I was impressed by
her younger opponent.
“Hello,“ said Heidi, walking over effortlessly in her own 6
inch, clear plastic heels. In fact, everything Heidi was
wearing was see through except for her sequin G-string. Her
sheer silver negligee was only there for decoration. I could
see that both of her nipples were pierced with pretty gold
loops and that she had a sunburst tattoo around her belly
button, which was also pierced, similar to her tongue. She
also impressively spoke with only the faintest hint of a
German accent, “Oh, I can see your anxiety sweetheart,”
Heidi continued, her voice now dripping with a patronizing
tone, “Don’t worry, I will take all of the piercing out for
our competition. I have been looking forward to this for too
long for anyone to use any ‘foreign body’ comments to
explain my victory.”
Danita, for the first time in her life, was momentarily
caught off guard. She recovered quickly though, “Honey, I am
not sure what you think is going to happen on that rug out
there, but I have been doing this since before you had tits.
If you wanna fight with those hoops in your nipples, be my
guest, but let’s get one thing straight. I have been beating
women with more physical and sexual experience than you for
almost 8 years now, and in case you don’t realize it, I
started just like you are. I am being paid and invited to be
here because I am the woman to beat—I am the best in the
world at this stuff, so before you end up whimpering to your
boyfriend or sponsor or whatever, you best know who you’re
up against.” Danita took a slight step forward, her nipples
now rock-hard and jutting through the fabric of her gown as
I gently grabbed her wrist.
Heidi stepped up to face her, standing eye to eye with my
wife. Heidi’s nipples had become fully engorged as well and
the two pair were only a hair’s breadth away from touching.
Heidi hissed, a fake smile curling her lips, “Listen, you
old has-been slut. Just the same way you trounced that chick
back then, I am about to do the same to you. This weekend is
the changing of the guard. Out with the old skank, in with
the new model. This pussy had been fucking cocks and
pounding pussy since about the day you started in this
little world of female competition, so don’t think for one
minute you’ve got anything on me. You just bring your best
to that floor so I don’t have to hear you whining afterwards
that you were “jet-lagged” or “sleepy” or
“under-the-weather.” The only excuse I wanna hear from you
is that your old, smelly twat was outclassed by my sleeker,
tougher version…….Bitch.” And with that, not allowing Danita
another word, Heidi spun and exited through a door on the
side of the antechamber which led to what was apparently her
dressing (or undressing) room. Danita was fuming and
red-faced. It didn’t help that Rolf and I were both
“That CUNT!” screamed Danita, who I promptly calmed down.
She looked at me. “I am going to tear her pussy apart and
crush those flabby tits. She is going to wish that she never
set foot in this club in her life. She has no idea what type
of challenge she is up against!! That BITCH!”
Rolf then explained for us again, the way the triathlon
would go. The first match would be a sexfight with a
two-headed dildo, very common and something Danita was very
skilled at. The second match, which would also occur tonight
would involve a pure, breast vs breast titfight no hands at
all. Again, something Danita enjoyed immensely. And then,
depending on the desire of the girls, the third contest
would be a hands on titfight, degenerating into an open
catfight with no attacks to the face. All matches would be
naked and the girls would have one “time-out” allowed in
each of the first two contests but not in the third. Danita
was satisfied and began to disrobe.
She touched-up her make-up, looked at herself in the mirror
and threw on her satin robe, leaving her heels on. She
flashed me a smile and blew me a kiss through her heavily
colored lips, dark red and complementing her dark
complexion. The knock came at the door and we exited. The
room was a bit darker, with most of the light focused on the
mat in the center. The small crowd was slightly larger than
when we had arrived and the room had gotten a bit smokier.
It was obviously a high-class crowd by the way the patrons
were dressed. The bartender continued to serve top-shelf
liquor and the music from the club was piped in at a
slightly lower decibel. The crowd applauded generously as
Danita was introduced including her overall record. She
dropped her robe as she entered the “ring” and received and
considerable ovation. Her body still continued to amaze me,
her lines flawless, her skin unmarked. Her pubic hair was
completely shaved and the only hair she maintained was that
on her head. Her nipples and large dark areolae were
instantly erect on her large, firm breasts. She smiled as
she relaxed in her corner.
Heidi was introduced next, and she pranced down the aisle
with her own air of confidence and fanfare, receiving an
equally gracious introduction and generous ovation. She
quickly dropped her robe, revealing her shapely body. I was
impressed. Unlike Danita, Heidi appeared “younger”. She wore
her body jewelry to the ring, taking it off only to the
delight of the crowd, her large nipples becoming erect to
incredible proportions as she removed the nipple rings. Her
pubic hair was also shaved, and surprisingly to me, she was
not pierced in her labia or clitoris. She had more than just
the sunburst tattoo, sporting a rose on her ankle, a ‘crown
of thorns’ around her left bicep and a design in the small
of her back. This all contributed to her wild appearance,
which was compounded by her thick black eyeliner, bright red
lipstick and the way she had teased her hair a bit while
Our host took center stage as both women removed their
heels. He held a very interesting double dildo. It consisted
of a purple gelatinous material. He began, explaining the
triathlon to the patrons. Then he demonstrated the dildo,
with two identical heads and a sort of cuff in the middle.
He squeezed one side and the other side swelled
considerably. “I had this made for this type of contest,
between two gifted young women. As you can see, it will not
only be a test of sexual fortitude but also physical
strength—vaginal strength. When one woman squeezes her side,
the other woman will either have to squeeze back equally or
be engorged by a fuller cock. This will make the contest
even more competitive!!” The crowd cheered.
Heidi played with her tits impishly. She looked at Danita,
and said, “Can you handle that, granny?” The crowd chuckled.
Danita replied, now in her game-face, “Listen, baby-face,
you just hope that your little twat can even take that thing
once I get it loaded.”
The crowd responded again. Rolf went on to explain that as
the result of a coin toss, Heidi would position herself
first, and take the dildo first.
Danita turned to me and smiled. ‘Good luck.’ I mouthed. “I
don’t need it.” she whispered, blowing me another kiss.
Heidi had gotten down on her hands and knees, facing away
from Danita. Danita turned to me, a look of her own being
impressed on her face. My wife had taught me that women who
took that position to begin a sexfight such as this were
experienced as this gave them better control of the toy and
the ability to increase the pressure on their opponent’s
clits. When the dildo was inserted, Heidi purred and then
apparently ‘flexed’ her vaginal muscles because the free end
pulsed and swelled remarkably and the young blonde looked
over her shoulder to her opponent who was preparing to take
the mirror position. “You think you can take that big dick,
tight twat?” cooed Heidi.
“Bite me, slut.” remarked Danita as she positioned herself
also on all fours, ass to ass with Heidi and the cock slid
inside of her wet pussy.
“I just might, if you’re not careful.” replied Heidi.
Both women were positioned and the crowd momentarily hushed.
Rolf signaled the start of the contest and both women
slammed their asses into each other, taking the big dildo
deep within their pussies. They pumped at one another,
grunting with exertion as they gave or took ground and moved
about the ring. Their tits hung beneath them, and although
firm they shook with the rhythm of the pumping. Both women
continued at a good pace. Neither appeared winded, just
intense. Heidi smiled and chided, “That dried up gash ready
to quit yet, Danita?”
“Did we start? I thought I was fucking the warm-up crew.”
Danita said, and smirked.
Danita continued, “You breathing okay over there, you sound
like you’re gasping a bit…do you smoke?”
“I do Sugar, but stuff you can’t handle, they didn’t make
the stuff I smoke when you were my age.” came Heidi’s reply.
The two pounded each other harder, the smack of their flesh
getting louder. Then Danita pressed deeply against Heidi’s
ass and down, I could see Heidi’s face contort a little as
she tried to control against Danita’s pressure, she tried to
pull back to pump against Danita’s firm, round ass, but the
Brazilian wouldn’t give way, instead increasing the pressure
on Heidi’s youthful pussy. She winked at me as Heidi tried
to adjust, but my wife’s move was too good at the moment…or
so it appeared.
“How’s that pussy doin’ Heidi?” challenged Danita.
“Fine,” hissed Heidi as the two began to pump again. Heidi
yielding a little to Danita’s powerful ass.
“Well let’s see what it feels like when it feels some real
pussy muscles.” Danita gritted her teeth a little as she
flexed her vaginal muscles, grunting a little from the
Heidi suppressed a little gasp and then taunted Danita, “Go
ahead and flex anytime, bitch…” as if to say she didn’t
notice Danita’s increasing the size of the cock between her
legs by squeezing. Heidi smiled again, wickedly this time
and continued to slap flesh, her own firm ass leaving red
slap marks on my wife’s pretty round bottom.
Suddenly Danita’s look of satisfaction on her face changed
to discomfort and she gasped uncontrollably. Her arms broke
down and she fell onto her elbows, her face nearing the
floor. “Now that’s flexing, BABY!” chided Heidi. Apparently
Heidi had retaliated by flexing and had surprised Danita,
who was now being pummeled in a position where she didn’t
have much room to pump back as her face and upper body were
directed towards the floor. She was forced to gyrate
instead. “C’mon loud-mouth, squeeze me back!!”
I could see Danita trying to do just that as she gritted her
teeth, grunted and gasped trying to pump the young bitch
back into her place. Danita regained equivalent ground after
several seconds of being in the submissive posture. Although
I wanted to think Danita had earned it, I couldn’t help but
suspect that Heidi had at least partially permitted it.
The two pumped again, but now I could see Danita beginning
to work a little bit, I could hear her gasping and I could
see sweat developing on her forehead. Even her big firm tits
seemed to shake a little more as her face contorted a bit
with the pounding. When I looked at Heidi, she looked as
fresh as ever. Danita made a move, swiveling her hips and
gyrating, a maneuver that made many women breakdown and
almost come frequently. Heidi moaned and nearly lost her
balance on her arms and this rejuvenated Danita as she
performed the maneuver again and Heidi groaned with pleasure
and submission. But Heidi regained her four point stance
quickly, barely yielding to Danita and resuming the rhythm.
Heidi’s hair was messier than at the beginning of the battle
but otherwise she was barely breathing harder. Danita, much
to my chagrin, looked much worse for the wear, sweating a
bit for the first time I had seen in a sex fight, and
looking to be a bit uncomfortable. Heidi began to pound
“How you doin’, Danita?” chuckled Heidi, between breaths.
“Fine, skank, just fine.” responded Danita between gasps.
Danita gritted her teeth and squinted her eyes, grunting as
she flexed her muscles again. This time, Heidi barely paused
as she apparently flexed back. Danita yelped and “Oooooooohh
Goddddd…” escaped her mouth as she again collapsed down,
this time onto her face, and Heidi basically sexually
bulldogged her into the mat, pushing her across the floor
for several inches before Danita was able to regain her
composure and gather to all fours. The look on her face as
she glanced at me was forlorn. She was being beaten at her
own game and she was sure what to do. She continued to pound
back at Heidi, who was finally starting to show signs of
tiring. Sweat had begun to mat her hair. The fight was going
on eleven minutes.
Danita then did something I had never seen her do. Her face
contorted in pain again, as I presume Heidi flexed her
powerful pussy muscles again, and Danita called for a
Rolf called time and the two women separated. The dildo was
left in the middle of the ring. Heidi was in her corner,
drinking some champagne and rubbing her large breasts.
Danita dragged over to me, gasping to catch her breath.
“What’s wrong?” she asked me. “Why am I not fighting well
I was afraid to tell her my fears, that she was up against a
better opponent. “Just concentrate,” I encouraged. “She’s
tiring and I think at the very least you have more stamina
and staying power than she does. Keep fighting your fight.
Don’t succumb to her chiding. Just do it your way.”
“You’re right, but I feel like she’s fucking my brains out.
I’ve got to concentrate. Okay, I’m ready.” She kissed me
softly. “Thanks.” My sexual predator went back out onto her
The two women began with a vengeance, pounding one another’s
flesh. Danita drove into Heidi, eliciting yelps and moans
from the young woman as she drove her backwards and
occasionally into the mat. Danita was now firmly in control.
I was happy my pep-talk had been so successful. The two were
both back on their hands and knees again, pounding their
asses into each other as Danita moved to do her swivel move.
What happened next was impressive to say the least. But as
Danita made her move, Heidi deftly countered, swinging her
own hips and first, flipping Danita onto her side, and then
in another move, flipping Danita flat onto her back. I was
stunned. Danita was stunned. The crowd roared. There was no
way Danita could compete from this position, as Heidi
mounted her pelvis, facing away from her face and began to
pound her from a superior position.
Danita moaned as she was fucked incessantly. She bucked, she
thrust and she gyrated trying to gain a recovery from her
talented tormentor. My poor wife’s face contorted in anguish
as she was ravaged by her younger opponent. I screamed
encouragement, as I helplessly watched my wife, my sexual
predator dominated by a more powerful tigress.
Danita gasped, and she grunted as she reached the ecstasy of
her first orgasm of this battle and Heidi taunted her as she
pounded and gyrated on her foe’s pelvis. Danita’s legs were
spread wide as Heidi dominated her and she came repeatedly—I
counted at least five times that she succumbed to the pelvis
of her opponent, her own sexual organ dominated by that of
her young opponent. Danita’s head was thrown back and she
looked at me, her eyes begging for help.
“Oh, oh God, Tomas, please, p-p-p-p plleeease, she’s fucking
my brains out… I can’t stop her!!! Please….” Danita’s entire
face contorted as she begged me for help and she exploded in
an incredible multiple orgasm. She was physically being
drained as Heidi continued to ride her and lead her to
orgasm after orgasm.
“Please, oh God, please, I’m begging you to stop, you’ll
break me in half!” she pleaded, bucking beneath the
thrusting that had truly begun to invade her. “Oh…..oh…..oh
no,” she sobbed gently….
Heidi continued to dominate and verbally taunt Danita as
Danita was forced to yield to her more and more. Danita’s
make-up ran down her face, a mixture of sweat, and now what
I could tell was a few tears. I was desperate to help her
but knew that I couldn’t and suspected that Heidi wanted
more than a victory from this, the first of the events in
11 orgasms I counted, ultimately finding out it would be
fourteen as the young woman forced my wife into sexual
submission. The sounds of my wife begging her for mercy were
strangely erotic for me.
I watched for the next several minutes as the young powerful
victrix woman-handled my once powerful but now beaten wife
as she succumbed to her opponent. In the end, Heidi mounted
Danita’s face and gyrated until she came all over her, her
sexual juices mixing with the running makeup, sweat and
tears on Danita’s battered face.
Heidi stood, raising her hands above her head, smiling,
gyrating like the stripper that she occasionally was and
then she leaned down to her beaten foe and said, “You think
that was bad, my tits are ten times better than my pussy,
SLUT. So come and get me when you’re ready, if you’re not
too chicken.” And then the young woman marched off, taking a
man with her to the dressing room.
Danita curled up on the floor, quietly rocking back and
forth. I comforted her and ultimately escorted her back to
the dressing rooms….
To be continued...