STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION -
Part 8
by AVIDMIKE
Suddenly she felt Rhonda’s long tongue snake into her mouth.
She flinched at the incredible sensation of the wet, sweet
intruder licking inside of her and twisted away from the
redhead’s face for a second. “What’s the matter, pussy?”
Rhonda demanded. “I thought you could handle anything I
could put out.”
Christina turned back and glared sharply into Rhonda’s eyes. “I
can handle you fine, you fucking bitch.” The girls glared at
each other nose to nose for several seconds, each realizing
that a new gauntlet had been thrown down. Christina reached
forward and grabbed Rhonda by the hair, then forced her
mouth down on the other girl’s. This time it was Christina who
plunged her tongue deep into Rhonda’s mouth, forcing a moan
of pleasure from the redhead. Rhonda’s tongue immediately
retaliated, slithering across Christina’s. Christina pressed her lips
down on Rhonda’s and twisted into a searing, erotic kiss,
and Rhonda’s head tilted in the opposite direction until
their mouths had locked into a perfect join. Christina’s tongue
thrashed violently against Rhonda’s, slashing into her
cheeks and across the roof of her mouth as the two dueling
taste glands tangled and forced themselves against each
other. In seconds Christina felt her labia slicking with a full
load of lubrication and suddenly her pussy was sliding
sensuously against Rhonda’s, the hot friction of their
snatch battle replaced by a gliding eroticism every bit as
intense as the struggle between their two tongues. Rhonda’s
fingers slipped from her hair and smacked down on her
clenching ass cheeks and she immediately responded, filling
her clutching hands with the redhead’s tight ass. There was
no doubt of what was happening now: the two enemies were
fucking each other, and Christina knew that the key to victory
lay in fucking Rhonda harder and better than Rhonda was
fucking her.
As she twisted around Rhonda’s mouth she could see their two
bodies reflected in the mirrored walls of the bar, mouths
glued together, tangled hair cascading down their necks and
backs. She could see the muscles coiling in Rhonda’s legs
and ass as she worked her tall body against Christina’s, and she
could see her own lean figure responding as it pressed back
into the cocktail waitress. She wondered what the bar
regulars would think to see the two most familiar employees
out of their uniforms, stark naked, locked together in a
heated, wholly sexual conflict in the center of the bar. She
wrestled against Rhonda’s sweating flesh and felt the other
girl’s curves and bulges strive back against her own. Back
behind Rhonda laid the one area of the bar not covered in
dangerous, breakable glass: the metal ice cooler that curved
up from the floor and tucked up under the surface of the
bar. She began to slowly, forcefully wrestle Rhonda back in
that direction as she licked at her rival’s mouth and slid
her slick sex against the redhead’s slippery vulva. She knew
she didn’t have enough leverage now to really work her pussy
against Rhonda’s the way she wanted to, the way she would
have to in order to defeat the cocktail waitress once and
for all. But if she could lay the other girl down across the
cold metal surface of the cooler she might have a chance.
Rhonda struggled against her sweatily, seeming to sense
Christina’s tactic without looking backward at what lay behind
her. The waitress probably knew the layout of the bar as
well as she did, Christina thought. Probably she knew what
Christina
wanted. The redhead’s tongue thrashed more violently against
Christina’s and she used her shoulders to stroke her hot breasts
more insistently against the brunette’s, but Christina continued
to force her back. Finally Rhonda pulled out of Christina’s mouth
and the two girls gasped against each other as they
wrestled; Christina’s hot cheek pressed into Rhonda’s as she took
long gulps of air.
“Don’t think you’re going to fuck me back there,” Rhonda
said huskily.
“That’s exactly what I plan to do, whore,” Christina replied. She
no longer cared that the redhead was on to her.
“You’ll be the one under me, bitch,” Rhonda growled.
Suddenly both girls threw themselves together with renewed
fury as both attempted to force her rival backward and down
onto the surface of the ice cooler. Slaps, smacks and grunts
erupted as the girls fought viciously; Rhonda grabbed
Christina’s
hair and spun her backward, and their hot groins collided
briefly as the redhead tried to pivot Christina across her pelvis
into the cooler. Instead Christina spun around Rhonda’s body and
both girls landed on their sides on the ice-cool metal
surface. Grunting, the girls tugged at each other’s thick
hair, their forearms bulging with effort as each tried to
throw her rival down. Finally Christina managed to slowly,
painfully force Rhonda’s back onto the metal. She saw goose
bumps leap up on Rhonda’s breasts as the chilly metal
touched her back, and the other girl’s pink nipples, which
had retreated a little in the long breast to breast battle,
suddenly stiffened up to their full length again. Christina
dodged warily around the protruding points as she settled
her jiggling breasts over Rhonda and pinned her
spread-eagled on the cooler, pressing her chest, belly and
pelvis down onto the redhead’s supine body. She realized she
had shoved Rhonda up far enough on the cooler that her
crotch was situated a few inches above Christina’s, and the
redhead’s breasts were also up out of reach of the
bartender’s, which now settled just under Rhonda’s ribs. As
the other girl’s erect nipples waved like antennae in front
of her she realized she had hit an unexpected advantage.
“I’m glad you wanted me to suck the milk out of you tonight,
bitch, because this is the perfect place to do it!” she said
as she brought her full weight down on top of Rhonda and
leaned down to bring her open mouth inches from the tip of
the redhead’s right breast. “You’re on tap tonight, honey!”
She sank her teeth into Rhonda’s waiting breast, closing her
incisors around the rubber shaft of the redhead’s aroused
nipple and chewing on it viciously. She bit hard enough to
cause the redhead pain but not hard enough to break the
skin; she wanted to hurt her, not maim her, and she knew in
Rhonda’s current state any contact with her nipples was
probably unbearable. She sucked the nipple and aureole in
deep and sank her teeth into the pale, freckled flesh
surrounding the breast tip, slashing her tongue across
Rhonda’s nipple and sucking it hard. Rhonda screeched and
bucked under her, her hips slamming against the curved metal
door of the cooler, pubic fur scraping at Christina’s stomach.
Christina sucked even harder before letting the swollen tit pop
out of her mouth; she immediately twisted sideways and
feasted on the redhead’s left tit in the same manner as
Rhonda writhed underneath her. Finally the redhead could
stand it no longer and in a violent burst of energy threw
Christina off her to the side of the cooler. Their upper bodies
smacked together briefly and Christina felt Rhonda’s nipples stab
into her soft tit flesh before her own brown cylinders
responded, stiffening up to flick their way back, briefly
tangling around the redhead’s quivering rods before Rhonda’s
boobs slipped underneath hers.
She hissed as the freezing metal of the cooler pressed into
her back and ass and felt goose bumps leap across every part
of her body. The contrast between the chilled metal on her
back and Rhonda’s hot, sweating body pressing down onto her
from in front was dizzying. The redhead’s cruel face hovered
above hers for a moment. “Let’s find out how much you can
give, cunt,” she said before flashing her face down into the
playland of Christina’s quivering breasts. Each of her dark brown
nipples and wide, brown aureoles was bitten and sucked
hungrily until she felt her breasts burning with raw
sensation. Unconsciously her hips gyrated against Rhonda’s
body, eager for more contact with their counterparts. She
struggled to twist her hands free of Rhonda’s grip as the
cocktail waitress sucked and bit at her breasts viciously;
she managed to free one hand and immediately grabbed
Rhonda’s crimson mane of hair and yanked the other girl’s
face close to hers. Snarling, both girls’ tongues fluttered
against each other in taunting, teasing flicks. As Rhonda
jointed against her she began crawling upwards, mashing her
massive breasts into Christina’s, melding their stomachs and
finally pressing her searing cunt down into the matted,
sweating black fur of Christina’s crotch. The redhead’s big
vulvae lips plastered down onto Christina’s and for several
moments both girls worked at rubbing the thick mat of
mingled cunt fur between them, working the curls and tangles
aside until the glistening, slippery flesh of their labial
folds could mingle intimately. Christina knew she was sacrificing
herself to her own dirty plan to defeat her enemy, but she
couldn’t stand having her throbbing pussy separated from the
redhead’s sex for one more second. Rhonda worked at her
slowly, dragging her boiling cunt lips across the full
length of Christina’s as each girl urged layer after layer of
tingling tissue aside in search of the prize they sought.
Rhonda’s tongue slowed its agitated lick of Christina’s to an
equally incremental slide back and forth across Christina’s taste
organ as both girls stared at each other, trembling into
each other’s mouths. Christina knew exactly what the redhead was
doing and she matched her, tonguing slowly in an identical
rhythm to the measured mingling of their dueling pussies.
Buried in the folds of the redhead’s cunt was another
tongue, Christina knew, waiting to emerge and duel. Rhonda
withdrew her tongue from the slow skirmish just long enough
to confirm Christina’s thought. “I’ll bet you think you’ve got
some big fat clit for me, don’t you bitch?” she said
quietly.
Christina grunted in reply and tilted her pussy farther forward,
wincing briefly as she teased her sex horn out from its hood
of slick flesh and brushed it against Rhonda’s labia. “Is
this big enough for you, you big tight slut?” Rhonda
immediately twisted against her and she felt her rival’s
clitoris emerge to challenge her own. Deep in the tangled
jungle of pussy flesh and fur, her lengthening clit slid
silkily against the redhead’s and both girls let a long,
shuddering quake of arousal ripple through their interlocked
bodies. Rhonda began to slowly but aggressively work her
long clit against Christina’s and Christina in turn fought to keep her
slick sex horn in hot opposition to her rival’s.
“I’m going to fuck your clit right here and now, bitch,”
Rhonda growled. “I don’t care how big and stiff you are down
there, I’m bigger and harder.”
“I’m longer and stiffer than you’ll ever be, pussy-licker,”
Christina said, maintaining as much bravado as she could despite
her inferior position and the intimidating length and
firmness of Rhonda’s clitoris. She struggled to press the
full shaft length of her clit alongside Rhonda’s in an
attempt to compare the two length to length, but with each
attempt the redhead flicked her organ around Christina’s and sent
waves of pleasure surging through her pelvis. Rhonda began
to pump insistently into her and Christina fought to meet her
stroke for stroke. Even with the icy feel of the cooler
against her back and butt the heat of the pussy battle was
overwhelming, pooling sweat in her stomach and chest and
allowing Rhonda’s breasts to slide over hers stickily. She
was back in the same position she had been in the storeroom,
she realized, bent backwards under Rhonda’s dominating body,
drowning in the redhead’s sexual heat.
“Let’s fuck right now to see who takes this job and who
leaves,” Rhonda growled into her sweating face.
“I’ll fuck you right out the door, honey,” Christina said
bravely. Rhonda began to take long, thrusting strokes,
slashing her big clit against Christina’s, and the brunette felt
herself squealing against the sensations being beaten into
her by the other girl’s body. An overwhelming sense of shame
flooded over her as she realized the full impact of her
humiliating position: naked, being pussy-fucked by a girl
who should be taking orders from her.
“I hope you like it on the bottom because that’s where
you’re going to be from now on, you sexy little bitch,”
Rhonda purred over her. The redhead reached over and grabbed
a seltzer dispenser from its rack, pulling the pressurized
hose out from its mount and holding the spigot over
Christina’s
face. “Why don’t you cool down a little, honey?” she asked
and jetted cold, carbonated water over the brunette’s face
and chest. Christina thrashed as the cold liquid sprayed her,
jetting onto Rhonda’s breasts as well and splashing downward
to seep between their stuck-together bellies, finally
tickling into the heated space between their dueling cunts.
Christina writhed in the new, slippery environment and finally
managed to slide out from under Rhonda. Thrashing violently,
she managed to force the redhead aside and mount her lean,
pail body, smacking her throbbing, wet breasts down on top
of the cocktail waitress’s quivering boobs.
This time she made sure every inch of their bodies were
aligned as she plastered herself against her enemy and
forced her open mouth down onto Rhonda’s. She rubbed her
cunt deep between the redhead’s waiting legs and used her
own sleek, muscular thighs to pry Rhonda’s long legs apart,
forcing her pelvis into intensely intimate contact with the
cocktail waitress’s. Her buttocks clenched and she began to
do her own long, deep stroking of Rhonda’s furry cunt,
slowly working her way into the folds of the other girl’s
sex. To her credit, the redhead eagerly humped back against
her and met her thrashing tongue with equal force. It took
only a few seconds to relocate Rhonda’s long clit and lay it
down with her own.
“Let’s see what you can take now, bitch,” she said after
pulling out of Rhonda’s slippery mouth for a second. “Let’s
see how much of my big clit you can take on.”
“Every fucking inch of it, you filthy whore,” Rhonda
insisted. Both girls wrapped their fingers into each others’
hair to draw each other in closer, their mouths hesitating
over each other for a second before plunging together
ravenously. Christina took long licks across her enemy’s tongue
as she aligned herself clit to clit with the redhead and
began to focus herself for the harrowing sex on sex strokes
that would be the only way to win this duel. She slid
against the exquisite tenderness of Rhonda’s searing hot
cunt and felt her enemy explore Christina’s sex with equal
determination, each girl fixated on locating the most
sensitive, unspoiled regions of each other’s cunts, intent
on stroking her rival’s electrified clitoris into
submission. As she pumped away the slippery, erotic feeling
of Rhonda’s mouth and pussy against hers seemed to expand as
their bodies grew slick with sweat, as breasts slid across
breast, belly across belly, inner thigh across spread inner
thigh; it was as if Christina’s split, exposed vagina were
expanding its regions across her entire body, turning every
inch of her into one massive, sex-slick erogenous organ
wetly interlocked with another woman-sized genital, sliding
and undulating across each other like mating oysters.
She suddenly felt Rhonda thrash wildly against her and pull
out of their dueling kiss, her hair whipping across
Christina’s
face in an explosion of violence. “Cunt!” she screamed into
Christina’s face. “You fucking dirty cunt!”
Christina glared into Rhonda’s face before diving down and biting
savagely at her lips, cheeks and chin, finally thrashing her
tongue deep into the other girl’s mouth, almost choking her
before withdrawing. She continued to stroke against Rhonda’s
throbbing clit until the redhead’s sex horn slowly withdrew
back into its moist cavern of safety, away from the victor
buried in Christina’s bush. Christina leaned up, letting her hot
breasts pull themselves stickily off of Rhonda’s defeated
bosom. She grabbed the discarded seltzer spigot and sprayed
the bubbling water over Rhonda’s face and breasts, finally
pulling herself away enough to spray water between their two
crotches. Rhonda shook in wet humiliation until Christina had to
deliver two sharp, stinging slaps to her breasts, then to
her face, to regain her attention. Staring coldly down at
the redhead, she brought her pussy to bear and slowly
stroked her way to her own orgasm onto the wet, hot fur of
Rhonda’s cunt while the cocktail waitress shuddered and
moaned in fury underneath her.
Standing, she sprayed water on her own face, breasts and
body, exulting in the soothing, cool feel of the water.
Rhonda sank down onto the filthy floor, her voluptuous body
glistening with sweat and water. Christina stared at her for a
moment, then turned and lifted up the bar surface panel and
walked back to the office. She picked up Rhonda’s clothes,
stalked back to the bar and threw them down onto the
shivering, naked redhead. “Get out,” she said.
THE END