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Default Anniversary Catfight Behind the Classy Fondue Restaurant [F/F]

"Happy Anniversary!" my wife toasted. We clinked our (water) glasses together before tucking into the Wisconsin cheese fondue in front of us. We were at the nicest fondue place in town treating ourselves for our 9th anniversary.
"So, what do you want to do this weekend?"
"Well," Ann stopped to eat a cheese-coated bread chunk, "Uh, we need to go grocery shopping."
"Right, that's romantic."
"And I want to go up to the farm store and-"

"You fucking bitch!" We both froze; the exclamation had come from the next table. Then another voice:
"You're calling me a bitch? You're Bitchasaurus Rex!"
I locked eyes with my wife, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh as she slowly put down her fondue fork. She leaned forward as our seat neighbors lowered their voices into angry whispers.
"At least I'm not a fucking ham beast!"
"Shut up, Robyn! You just ate two fucking appetizers!"
"Jealous?" the other voice gloated. "You're pathetic, Maya, you know that?"
"Ahh, I need to visit the little girl's room," Ann whispered. She got up and took a slow pass by our neighbor's table both there and on the way back. The two women continued trading insults; Robyn had a high tone with vocal fry, and she spoke quickly, while Maya's was quite a bit deeper and slower. I listened to them hiss at each other until Ann came back, floofing into her seat and leaning forward over the table. I did the same until our foreheads were touching.
"So, there's two women there. Robyn is a black lady and Maya's white, and she's wearing a black dress cut really low.”
“Does either one of them look like a ham beast?”
“No.”
“How about a Bitchasaurus Rex?”
“Stop, you’re going to make me laugh!”

We finished off the rest of our dinner texting each other and eavesdropping. We had just paid the check when Ann looked up from her phone, eyes wide, as we heard Robyn challenge Maya to a fight out back.
“We have to go watch!” Ann whispered excitedly. “What if one of them hurts the other? You’ll have to break it up!”
“Me?” I squealed.
“Well, both of us. Come on!” And just like that my wife was dragging me out of our booth and behind the restaurant. There was a concrete area, a loading dock I think, that was well lit; behind this, bordered by a chain link fence, was a large, harshly-lit dirt field, then dark forest. Ann walked us over to the treeline, where we went in a few feet. I took off my suit coat for her to sit on, then sat next to her, pretty well-covered by a bush. We were barely settled before the two women came out, going straight to the dirt field and facing off; they didn’t seem to see us, thankfully.

I got a good look at the women before they started fighting. Robyn looked like she was in her 30s, with dark skin - even darker under the sodium lights - wearing a black tank top and jean shorts. She had sharp features, accentuated with dark eyeliner and black lipstick. She was tall, maybe 5’10”, with small round tits and a slim build - her shoulders were narrow, and her arms and legs were toned and muscled. Her hair was worked into long dreads down past her shoulders. She kicked her flip-flops off, barefoot in the dirt, leaving them next to her large purse.
Maya was shorter and curvier - Ann wasn’t exaggerating about her outfit; she was wearing a little black dress and black high heels, which she removed. She had softer features compared to her opponent, with a rounder face, large grey eyes, and a heart-shaped mouth. Her light brown hair was even longer than her opponent’s, brushing the top of her big tits, in a simple, straight cut. Maya was maybe 5’6” without her shoes, holding the advantage in power but giving up speed and reach to her opponent.

I guess I assumed they were going to have a stereotypical catfight - open-handed slaps, hair-pulling, rolling around in the dirt - but it was clearly not either of these women's first fights as they knew how to handle themselves; Maya went right at Robyn with controlled hooks and straight punches, while the lighter fighter danced around her more powerful opponent, waiting for her spot.

Before she found it Maya caught her with a hard right to the gut. Robyn flinched and her opponent started ripping off a combination of punches on her - a left to the side, right to the ribs, quick hook to the jaw. Robyn stumbled backwards and Maya followed, grabbing a handful of her opponent's dreads with her left hand and lining up a straight right to the face with her other hand. But it never landed; she took just a second too long cocking her arm, and Robyn stopped her cold with a kick between the legs. Maya screamed so loud I didn't know how the whole restaurant heard it, releasing her opponent's hair, shuffling backwards holding her crotch, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. Robyn pounced, expertly bracing her left leg behind Maya’s right, then pushing on her shoulders, taking them both down to the dirt, the black woman on top. She tried to pin Maya’s wrists to the ground, but the shorter woman just threw her off. Both women got up, panting; Maya had dirt in her hair and stuck to the part of her back not covered by her dress.

Robyn attempted to dance around her opponent again, and this time it seemed to work better as Maya chased after her, the heavier woman’s big tits heaving as she sucked down air, trying and failing to get a good hit on her opponent. Robyn thought she saw her spot and came in throwing a big slap at Maya’s face, but with surprising speed the white girl got her forearm up, expertly blocking Robyn’s hit. In return she hammered a right into her opponent’s flat stomach; Robyn gasped, leaning against Maya, who wrapped her arms around the black woman, lifting her up off the ground. With a roar Maya slammed her opponent down into the dirt as hard as she could; Robyn lay stunned on her back as Maya lifted her foot. I was glad both women had removed their shoes as Maya started stomping on her opponent, landing the first one on Robyn’s stomach. The taller woman moaned, covering her midsection with her hands, which just prompted Maya to lower her foot against her opponent’s chest, crushing Robyn’s left tit against her ribs. Robyn howled, managing to roll over; she took the next stomp in the back, then Maya straddled her, sitting down on her adversary’s butt.

"Hey," Ann whispered. "Are you enjoying your anniversary?"
"Yeah, you?" I whispered back.
"Of course." She reached out to hold hands with me as we watched Maya grab two handfuls of Robyn’s hair and start rubbing her face into the dirt.
“How’s that taste, loser?” Maya shrieked. “Eat up your dessert, bitch!”
In response Robyn started pushing against the ground, grunting with effort; she managed to unseat Maya, who fell off her with a surprised yell, both women landing on their sides, facing each other for a second. Robyn moved quickly, drawing her foot back and slamming a hard kick into her opponent's stomach, the force pushing Maya onto her back as she groaned and held her tummy. Robyn grabbed a handful of loose dirt, getting to her knees and throwing it down into her opponent’s face. Some of it definitely got in her mouth, but I think what really hurt was what got into her eyes; Maya shrieked, rubbing her face helplessly as Robyn approached, still on her knees. She rolled Maya onto her chest, then unzipped her dress and roughly yanked it off, leaving Maya in just her underwear and stockings. The white woman then lost her bra as Robyn unhooked it, working it off her opponent’s shoulders. She went for Maya’s bottoms as well, but by now the white girl had managed to clear her eyes and sat up, shoving Robyn away with a curse.

The women stood up, both caked in sweat and dirt, Maya’s large natural tits hanging free. I suppose these were natural targets, and Robyn ducked under the opening right hook Maya threw at her head, reaching forward and administering a double nipple pinch. Maya screamed, grabbing for her opponent’s wrists as Robyn pulled and twisted on her large, pink nipples. I could see tears forming in Maya’s eyes from back where I was squatting behind a bush; despite her greater strength, she couldn’t pull her opponent’s hands away from her chest, and instead reached her hands up Robyn’s tank top and applied a double-handed squeeze on the black woman. They stumbled around the field for a moment, Robyn panting and Maya gasping in pain; I could see that the shorter fighter was getting the worst of this, her gasps becoming weak sobs, her hands coming out of her opponent’s tank top to try again to pull her wrists away. This worked no better as Maya sank to her knees, her hands falling down to her waist. Robyn pushed her over onto her back, sitting down on her tummy, finally giving up the breast hold she had wrecked her opponent with. Maya lay helpless as Robyn tucked the heavier woman’s wrists under her thighs, getting a handful of Maya’s long hair, yanking her head up off the ground. With her free right hand she started laying vicious slaps into her opponent’s face, turning Maya’s cheeks red; I could hear the loud smack of skin on skin from my spot hiding in the bushes. By the time Robyn released her opponent’s hair and let the brunette's head fall to the dirt, it looked like the fight might be over. Robyn got off Maya, pulling her bottoms off and leaving her totally naked. Robyn planted one delicate foot on her beaten opponent’s face.
“Here’s your dessert, asshole! You like this? How’s that taste, bitch?” Robyn rubbed her toes over Maya’s kisser, then forced them between her lips, foot-fucking her opponent’s mouth. The beaten brunette just took it until Robyn got bored. “Fuckin’ stay there, loser,” she barked, going over to her bag and getting her phone.

To my amazement Maya started getting up; although she was beaten, sweaty and caked in dirt, it looked like she still had some fight left in her, and by the time Robyn came back to take pictures of her defeated opponent, Maya was waiting for her with her hands set in a boxer’s guard. Robyn put her phone down with an annoyed cluck as it looked like she didn’t want to bother going back to where her bag was laying.
“Don’t fuckin’ step on this, okay?” she barked as she mirrored Maya’s stance. Robyn deployed an aggressive attack, I think figuring that her opponent was just about finished, an opinion I frankly shared - Maya had soaked up a lot of punishment, and I couldn’t imagine that she could take much more. The brunette ate the quick left Robyn slammed into her side, and the black woman lined up a following knockout right, but it never landed as Maya grabbed Robyn and started squeezing the life out of her. The taller fighter tried to escape, hammering blows on her opponent’s thick arms; when this didn’t work she got both hands under Maya’s chin and pushed, leaving the shorter fighter looking straight up at the starry sky. This didn’t look like it felt too good, but the crushing bearhug looked even worse; Robyn kicked her legs uselessly, loudly panting and gasping as she failed to break the hold. Maya leaned back, both I think to ease up the pressure on Robyn pushing on her chin, and also to add extra power to her hold, going so far back the taller fighter’s feet left the ground. Maya started shaking her back and forth; I could see Robyn’s head whipping around, and she lost her hold on her opponent’s chin, now totally helpless.

By the time Maya threw her opponent to the ground, Robyn looked like a mess, laying limp in the dirt. She didn’t move as Maya set about stripping her, peeling off her tank top and shorts, then removing her underwear. Robyn managed to get up to her feet, but she could barely stand, panting and gasping. Maya lumbered at her and Robyn came in with a punch aimed at the brunette’s face, but it was sloppy and slow, and the white girl had no trouble grabbing Robyn’s wrist, twisting it as Robyn shouted in pain. Maya went behind Robyn, turning her grip into a hammerlock; Robyn tried to shoot an elbow backwards, but Maya got this arm, too, converting her grip into a double hammerlock. She worked her opponent’s arms as far up her back as they would go; Robyn squealed, trying to bend over but lacking the strength. Maya didn’t work the hold for long, releasing Robyn’s wrists, wrapping her arms around her opponent just below her boobs and squeezing. Robyn moaned, grabbing Maya’s wrists and trying to pull her arms away; I don’t think this would have worked even at the best of times, and with Robyn beat down and hurt it had no chance. The fight seemed to have started going out of the black woman as she just went limp in her opponent’s arms, moaning in defeat as Maya squeezed her. The brunette worked the hold until Robyn was hanging helpless in her arms, then let her go, watching Robyn sink to the dirt on her chest.

Maya flipped her over, then sat down on Robyn’s face, planting her sweaty, dirty, fat ass directly over her opponent’s nose and mouth. She grabbed Robyn’s wrists, pinning them to the ground. Robyn struggled under her, trying to reach her legs up, hook her feet under Maya’s armpits and fling her off; I thought she had a good chance - she was certainly tall and long-legged enough - but it looked like the damage her opponent had inflicted was finally catching up to her as her first, best attempt was merely her feet brushing Maya’s shoulders. Her legs fell to the ground and each subsequent attempt was weaker and shorter, until she lay still underneath her opponent. Maya kept the ass smother for another minute until she’d decided she had won the fight.

“Wow,” Ann whispered to me. “That’s embarrassing, huh? Can you think of a worse way to lose? She used her face like toilet paper!”
“Pretty bad,” I whispered back. “What’s she doing now?”
Maya was changing position slightly, sliding back until it was her pussy instead of her asshole pressing against her enemy’s face. She started rocking back and forth, no longer bothering to hold down Robyn’s wrists; she gave her beaten enemy a quick boob squeeze, which brought Robyn around enough to weakly twitch and tremble under Maya. The brunette started playing with herself as she fucked Robyn’s face, one hand tweaking her own nipples, the other teasing her clit. I squirmed, unbelievably hard at the sight of Maya getting off on her opponent; I thought my cock was going to rip a hole through my pants.
“What are you doing?” my wife hissed. “Do you have to pee?”
“No, I’m turned on,” I whispered back. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I can sit still! Stop it, she’s going to see you!”
I didn’t think she would; Maya wasn’t facing us full on, and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she came closer and closer to what looked like it was going to be a very powerful climax. Her aroused grunting became louder and louder, running into a long, deep moan as she reached her peak, her hips bucking against her beaten opponent’s face.

Maya came down slowly, rolling off Robyn - I could see the losing fighter’s face soaked with her opponent’s juices as Maya got on all fours, eyes still closed as she recovered.
“We better go now,” Ann told me, tugging on my arm.
“What? Now? She’s right there!”
“How long do you want to squat in the woods, honey? We have to get groceries!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This whole thing was her idea, and I told her so. She fired back, and I guess we weren’t whispering as quietly as we thought; we both froze as Maya yelled “Is someone there?” She was looking straight at where we were sitting. Uh oh.
"Oh, fuck," Ann breathed. "Run!!"
"What - " she was already out of the bush and sprinting for the car. Grunting a curse I ran after her.
"Hey!" Maya bellowed. "Hey! Stop!" I looked over my shoulder and she was after us, hot on my heels. Luckily for us in her state of undress she couldn't run into the parking lot without attracting a lot of attention. My heart was pounding as I chased my wife into the safety of the parking lot, but I didn't stop going full tilt until we were both in the car. Ann twisted the keys to start the engine and we roared out of our parking space, leaving the restaurant behind us.

I wanted to go back for our anniversary next year; I didn’t dream we’d see either of the women before then, but just a few weeks later Maya was at our front door.
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It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Maya rang the doorbell. We weren’t expecting anyone, and Ann beat me to the door; she looked through the peephole and screeched “Bitchasaurus Rex is here!” Before I could stop her she’d opened the door; sure enough Maya was there, dressed in a modest fluffy cream turtleneck sweater and black pants.
“Ah hah! I know you!” she told my wife before turning to me. “And you too!”
“You’d better come in,” I sighed. We all went to the living room; I sat on the couch next to Ann, across from Maya in one of the easy chairs. It was weird seeing her face to face instead of spying on her from behind a shrub.
"Well," Maya crossed her thick legs, dangling one shoe off her foot, "did you two peepers like the show?"
"Yeah," my wife admitted. "You really kicked her ass."
"Did you take any pictures?"
"No."
"Video?"
"No... I kinda wish I had, though."
Maya sat up straighter in her chair: "You gonna go to the cops?"
"No," I put in. "What would we even tell them? 'Yeah, we hid in the bushes and watched this lady beat the shit out of this other lady and fuck her face before she saw us and we ran away.’"
“Mmm, all right. I guess I believe you.”
“How’d you find us?” I asked.
“Oh, that was easy. I told the guy at the front desk I used to work with blondie here, but I forgot her name, could he help me out? One look down my dress later and he said yes, and I even got your address out of him. You signed up for the rewards program?”
“They’re not supposed to release that information,” I mumbled.
“Sure, they’re not supposed to, but I put my hand on his arm and let him really get a look down there. He’d probably have coughed up your credit card number if he had it. Well, anyway,” she stood up, “now that I know you’re not gonna plaster me on Pornhub or call the police…”
“Wait,” Ann stopped her. “Wait up. Would you like to fight me?” Maya scanned my wife from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head.
“For fun?”
“Yeah.”
“What about this guy?” Maya jerked her head at me. “How do I know he’s not gonna jump me as soon as we start?”
“I’ll tie him to the bed.”
“What?!” I squealed.
“Quiet,” my wife shushed me. “You’re about to see a great show. So,” she turned to Maya, “you up for it?”
“Yeah, okay,” Maya agreed. “Here? Now?”

It was indeed now, although the here was the master bedroom; before I knew what was happening the women had stripped completely naked, then I was tied to the bed naked as well (My wife: “We’re naked, he has to be too!” Thanks, honey). At least our bedroom was a nicer environment than the dirt lot out behind the fondue place - it’s right under the eaves (nice and toasty in the winter, hot in the summer) with plenty of room to fight, and the hardwood floor was covered with thick grey carpet that should cushion a fall. Even so, I have to admit to being a little scared as the women faced off. After all, I’d seen Maya totally demolish another woman very recently, and I didn’t think I could stand to watch my wife suffer the same fate; I’d seen Ann in a few scraps during our time together, but nothing like the shocking violence I’d seen Maya partake in. Physically I guess they were fairly even - Ann was taller and thinner than Maya, but not as much as Robyn had been; Ann was about two inches taller, 5’8” to Maya’s 5’6”, with C cups to Maya’s triple Fs and a medium-sized apple-shaped ass, smaller and less round than Maya’s rump. Ann’s face is also little less round than Maya’s, her most striking feature her large, light blue eyes. Her long, curly blonde hair was worn loose, almost as long as her opponent’s brown locks.

“Rules?” Maya asked as the women went toe to toe, totally nude.
“I guess nothing in particular. You’re gonna go easy on me, right?” Ann turned her big puppy-dog eyes on Maya, who just raised her eyebrows.
“You ready?”
Ann nodded, both women backing off a few steps as the fight began. I expected Maya to start the same way she had Robyn, coming in aggressively with hard punches, but I guess I’d misjudged the mood of the match as Maya instead tried to grab Ann. My wife danced backwards out of the brunette’s grip, backing up a few steps and charging. She got her shoulder down and slammed it into Maya’s tummy, but the brunette had braced herself, taking the hit and staying standing, leaving my wife bent over, her arms around her opponent’s waist. Maya reached down and hooked her arms around my wife’s stomach, lifting her up in a suplex, my wife’s feet almost brushing the chandelier before her body came back down, slamming into the carpet on her back.

Maya took a step back and waited to see what my wife would do; Ann sat up slowly, reaching behind her to rub her back with a moan before she started getting up. This seemed to have been what Maya was waiting for as she charged in aiming a kick at Ann’s head, but my wife rolled out of the way, and Maya barreled past her, clipping her right leg against Ann’s shoulder and falling forward, landing clumsily with a grunt. Ann pounced, throwing herself onto Maya’s back, wrapping her legs around the brunette’s thick midsection and her arms around her neck. Even with my wife on top of her, Maya managed to get up, stumbling around the room with her opponent hanging off her; I could see Maya’s face getting red as Ann worked the scissors choke, but she ended up freeing herself by running backwards into a wall, crushing my wife against it with her body. Both women ended up on the floor, Maya holding her neck and panting, my wife rubbing her sore back again. They got up slowly and circled, Maya seeming content waiting to see what Ann would do; my wife closed cautiously, trying to use her two-inch height advantage and the slight edge in reach reach it conferred to stay just at the edge of range, raining slaps on her opponent.

Against an inexperienced opponent I think this would have worked, but Maya simply covered her face and tits with her arms and bulled through my wife’s rain of slaps, taking hits on her shoulders, sides and arms that must’ve hurt, but not enough to stop her. As she came close, she opened her arms, taking a single slap to her big right tit - I winced as I saw it flying sidewise from the smack - before she got her hands on Ann, locking her up in a simple but very effective looking bearhug. Maya had destroyed Robyn with this hold, and I was torn between hoping she’d just knock my wife out of the fight fast before either one of them got hurt or praying that Ann could hold on, escape and come back to win. It turned out to be the second option as Ann executed a perfect bellringer, slamming her hands together on either side of her opponent’s head; Maya dropped her with a grunt, and my wife landed nimbly on her feet, charging forward and slamming a side kick into her unprepared opponent’s tummy. Maya bent over with a gasp, and Ann locked her left arm around her opponent’s head. She stopped to wave at me and yell “Watch this, honey!” before throwing herself backwards and nailing Maya with a DDT.

If the women had been fighting on a hard surface I think this would have been very effective, but on the soft carpet the top of Maya’s head kind of slid off the ground instead of making a nice solid impact, and she definitely got up quicker than Ann had expected; it was all my wife could do to scramble to her feet before her opponent could jump her. As it was, she barely managed to weave to the side of Maya’s arms as the brunette tried to grab her. Ann slammed another side kick into her opponent’s stomach, but this time Maya managed to brace at the last second and stay standing; Ann went for another one, but got her ankle grabbed and found herself bouncing on one leg. Maya charged forward with a monster clothesline, although Ann managed to duck at the last second; she avoided the hit at the price of losing her balance and falling backwards with a surprised yelp. Maya’s momentum carried her past my wife, and she stopped and turned around just in time for her eyes to widen in surprise before Ann tackled her; my wife had gotten up and charged quickly but had excellent form nonetheless, getting her shoulder squarely into Maya’s midsection, and took the bigger fighter down to the ground. It looked like Ann tried to land with her weight on top of her opponent, but she glanced off a bit, and before she could develop her attack further Maya was already getting up. The two women approached on their knees, Maya offering a test of strength; I have no idea why she’d think her opponent would go for this, and she didn’t, instead going low and slamming a punch just above the brunette’s crotch. Somehow Maya hadn’t seen this coming and gagged at the impact, leaning forward and having to hug her blonde opponent to stay vertical. Ann pushed her back a bit, enough to create some space between them while keeping Maya’s head resting on her shoulder, and started laying punches into her opponent’s belly. The brunette grunted, gasped or groaned with eacn impact, but that was the extent of the resistance she could put up; by the time Ann pushed her off and Maya flopped back laying on her legs, I could see just the start of a large, painful looking bruise forming on her tummy.

Ann got up and reasonably figuring the fight was over, went to get her phone to take some victory selfies, but behind her Maya, not done yet, was getting to her feet, rubbing her sore stomach.
“You didn’t think it was going be that easy, did you?” Maya laughed.
“Maybe kinda,” my wife mumbled under her breath, putting her phone on top of a nearby bookshelf before turning back to her opponent. Both women took up a boxer’s stance as they approached. Ann went for the obvious target, throwing a huge right-handed bomb right at Maya’s gut; this was just a bit too obvious as Maya sidestepped, slamming her own massive right straight into her opponent’s face. I don’t know when the last time my wife got punched in the face is, but she didn’t take it well, stumbling backwards covering her nose and mouth with her hands, her eyes wide in shock. Maya came right after her, unloading a straight left to my wife’s stomach; Ann’s hands dropped, and Maya grabbed her, lifting her right off the ground, flipping her 90 degrees, then falling straight forward and crushing her against the floor. Even with the thick carpet, this must’ve hurt as Maya’s weight slammed into my wife’s body; I heard her gasp as the air left her lungs. Maya got to her feet and gave Ann a splash for good measure, leaving her opponent panting helplessly on the carpet. Maya straddled her midsection, then dropped all of her weight down, dropping her fat ass square on my wife’s stomach. Ann writhed under her, and Maya got up and gave her a second one, then a third; this time she stayed where she was, casually crossing her legs and rubbing one foot on my wife’s face.

“Hey, what do you think?” she called over her shoulder to me. “Has she had enough?”
“I think you won,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” She changed position slightly, shifting forward, cupping my wife’s face with her hands. “Ann, you want to give up?” She must’ve shook her head; I couldn’t see. “Hmm, okay. Well, let’s see how you deal with this.” Maya got up, yanking my wife to her feet and locking another bearhug on. This time my wife couldn’t even raise her arms to administer the bellringer, just gasping and panting helplessly in her opponent’s grip. She was completely limp, leaning forward against Maya; now it was the blonde resting her head on the brunette’s shoulders, completely under her power. Maya worked the hold for a little bit, but my wife was already so winded there wasn’t any fight left to squeeze out of her; after a few minutes Maya released her and let my wife slump down to the carpet.

Maya rolled my wife onto her back, then straddled her face and slowly lowered herself, taking her victory seat as her big ass completely covered my wife’s nose and mouth. She didn’t bother holding her opponent’s wrists down; there didn’t seem to be any need. Instead she reached back with one hand to ruffle my wife’s hair: “Hey, Ann, you had enough now?”
“She gives up!” I shouted uselessly. Maya ignored me, wiggling her hips as she adjusted herself; then I saw her arch her back in what at first I thought was simple joy at winning.
“Oooooh,” she trilled. “I think you should know your wife is licking my asshole!”
“Congratulations.” (What was I supposed to say to that?)
Maya started helping herself along, stroking her pussy with one hand and playing with her clit with the other. Her eyes closed as her face slackened with pleasure, soft, low moans oozing from her lips as she played with herself. I thought this was the end of the fight, but I realized my wife was still in it as I saw Ann lifting her legs off the floor; she managed the move Robyn hadn’t, hooking her feet into her opponent’s armpit, and Maya was violently dismounted with a howl of surprise, flying forward and smacking into the carpet on her chest. Even tied up on the bed I could see the confusion written on her face; she was only able to get her knees under her, her big ass still up in the air, by the time my panting wife pounced, coming up behind her. Ann pressed her face between Maya’s asscheeks and went back to her rimming attack, both hands reaching between her opponent’s legs, finishing the job by copying Maya’s own masterbatory movements, pumping her pussy with one hand, the other teasing her clit. The brunette had no defense for this, just curling her fingers into the carpet as my wife worked her over. She’d been pretty close already, it seemed; I guess Ann figured that Maya getting herself off while seated on her face would’ve counted as her losing the match, while finishing her this way counted as winning. I suppose she was right; when Maya’s climax came, it was shattering, the brunette squealing and then screaming in pleasure, her opponent’s tongue and fingers destroying any resistance she had left; Maya was so loud I was worried our neighbors were going to think we were murdering someone. Ann worked her through the climax, gently letting Maya sink down to the carpet until she was laying on it face-first, not moving.

Ann got to her feet and put one foot on Maya’s sweaty back, posing for me as I cheered for her. Then she rolled Maya over, making sure she was okay; Maya slowly came around, her eyelids fluttering, panting and barely awake.
“Hey!” Ann shook her shoulders. “I won, right?”
“You got me,” Maya gasped.
“And now I can do anything I want, riiiiight?”
“Yeah.”
“Great. Okay, now -” I thought she was going to sit on Maya’s face; instead she got on the bed and crawled over me, grabbing the pillows my head had been resting on and tossing them to the side, gently pushing me down, the top of my head touching the headboard.
“Honey, what are you doing?”
“Quiet, sweetie,” she giggled. “I’m feeling very dominant right now.” She sat down on my face, pressing her sweaty ass against my nose and mouth. She must’ve beckoned Maya over as I felt her clambering on top of me, her heavy body, sticky with sweat, laying on top of mine, her nipples pressing into my chest. My rock-hard cock ended up between her soft thighs, and I don’t know if she meant to or not, but she squeezed it, the sensation driving me crazy; I wanted more than anything to thrust up, groaning in frustration as my bonds prevented me from moving.
My wife reached down to tap my shoulder; I realized what she wanted and started working my tongue into her asshole, hearing her moan as Maya started eating her pussy. Between the lack of air and Maya laying on top of me I got a little light-headed as we teamed up on my wife. Ann was loving it; when she came her climax was no smaller than Maya’s, and she sat up there for a little longer cooling down before rolling off me.

She gave me a quick pat on the cheek, smiling at me as Maya got up as well. Both women looked down at me for a second, my dick painfully hard.
“Aw, poor baby. Could you finish him real quick?” Ann asked our guest.
“Sure,” Maya nodded.
“Great, I’m gonna go take a shower.” With that Ann left me in the care of Maya, who wrapped one large, soft hand around my cock and started giving me a very fast, rough handjob. I laid back, as much as I could in the restraints, moaning helplessly as she looked down at me.
“Are you gonna cum soon?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. I was already so worked up she had me close in under a minute of jerking me off.
“You almost done?” I was; she aimed the tip of my cock up at my belly and finished me with a few more powerful strokes, tilting her head slightly as she worked me through my climax; she either didn’t mind or didn’t notice her hand getting covered in cum, her hand slowing and then switching to a ring grip with her index finger and thumb as she squeezed the last bit out onto my stomach. “Ahhh, good. Okay, I’m going to go take a shower with your wife.”
“Wait!” I wailed. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”
“Huh? No, she didn’t say anything about that.
“But-”
“Shhhh,” Maya ruffled my hair with her cum-coated hand. “I’m sure she’ll come let you go once we’re done. Until then, you stay here.”
I had no choice; half an hour later my glowing wife came in to untie me so I could get cleaned up. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see Maya again, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
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