Heather James v Lynne Leyton

It had been a glorious autumn day crisp and fresh and Beaker had been conducting some business with a city firm’s representative Lynne Leyton in Taunton and had just returned to his hotel room when there was a knock at the door it was Ms Leyton. A very bubbly out going blonde the woman aged around 50 had told him during the meeting that she was twice divorced and now only formed relationships with men if it gave her something special or met a need she had added because of her character she found that female partners of men she either worked for or with often got themselves wound up about her outgoing and friendly nature she had held a variety of jobs working as a PA or Executive Assistant to some high powered city types and often worked long hours alone with her various bosses and invariably there had been tensions when the boss’ partner met her and nearly always fell out with her! Beaker being a fan of female fighting had been musing such a confrontation as he wandered back to his room after the meeting so the knock on the door had been a delightful surprise.

“Hi I followed you back because I know you want me and I wont you!” she announced brushing past him into the room her 5’4” frame seductively shaped at 34C-25-32 and as he soon discovered perfectly packaged at 116lbs illuminating the space she occupied. There was little ceremony as she threw off her long black coat to reveal her business attire a smart black blouse unbuttoned to reveal enough of her black basque to stir a reaction her knee length skirt with a split up the right leg displaying sheer black stocking and delightful leather ankle boots shaping her fine legs and feet. She wrapped her arms about him and they were soon disgorging clothes and collapsing onto the large double bed, “I know you’re single now and need a good shagging,” she teased her voice husky her manner almost slut like as she continued the dirty talk telling him exactly what she was going to do to him as she virtually ripped his clothes off. He was soon naked and her lips were doing wonderful things to his manhood when there was a sharp rap on the door.

“Ummm champagne to add to the party,” she cooed rolling to her feet and padding lightly to the door, “I ordered it earlier,” she smiled as his eyes followed her across the room the sexy black underwear completely revealed the stockings held neatly by the suspender clips. She opened the door to find a blonde woman in sports kit with a bottle of champagne standing there a wonderful smile on her face that swiftly dropped as the blonde in the black underwear took the bottle and said, “Thank you honey but there’s more than enough of me for him!” and she started to close the door but the blonde shoved it back and stepped into the room as Lynne shoved the door again closing it behind the new arrival, “Who the hell are you?” said the newcomer as Beaker sat up exclaiming “Heather what the hell are you doing here?” as Lynne threw in, “A little eager to join in are we dearie?”

Heather James was the newest member of Beaker’s stable of female wrestlers and fighters and saw herself as his main squeeze at present and had been working hard to justify that position despite four hammerings at the hands of Juliet Welton that had seen that redhead bed the man as a prize. At 5’3” and a petite 32B-24-32 and a slim 110lbs she was a little lightweight but was proving to have the heart of a lion throwing herself into competition to win the man, “I came here to surprise you darling after our training session the other day I fancied another grapple and then I saw the champers and thought you’d spotted me parking the car,” she explained.
“I’ve just been over at the club and was feeling horny for you so here I am and I find you with a woman old enough to be your mother!” she added tauntingly, Lynne’s eyes flashed and she sneered, “You’ve got a big mouth and I think I was here first so leave the champagne and bugger off as you can see he has something for me!” Heather squared up to the other woman and challenged, “Not a chance slut he’s mine and it’ll be you leaving feet first!” as she faced the woman removing the large sweatshirt she was wearing and throwing it over a chair revealing her pretty body in a white swimsuit over black leggings. Lynne smiled, “You want me to kick your arse doing sweet pea well that can certainly be arranged I thought I caught something in his eye earlier when I mentioned I had been involved in the odd spat before this should be fun kick your cunt in then fuck your man what a fabulous day it’s turning out to be!” and she set the champagne down before adding, “perhaps you should fix yourself a drink darling so you can really enjoy me riding this slut to oblivion!”

Beaker had added nothing more and taking the hint popped the fizz and poured three glasses offering one to each of the women before stepping back, Heather smiled at him and took a sip and she was rewarded with a seductive smile in response before she kicked off her trainers then he turned and passed a glass to Lynne, “Gorgeous a wonderful mix of tastes you and fizz!” she giggled as she took a long slow swallow of the sparkling drink. Just as he stepped back Heather snarled,” Whore!” and threw her glass and contents at the other blonde narrowly missing her head with the flute but certainly spraying her with the drink as the glass bounced off the curtain on to a settee as Ms James flew at her new rival. Beaker just taking the glass off Lynne before the younger blonde, by six years or so, crashed into Ms Leyton. The man stepped well clear and settled on the sofa as the two women grabbed each other in the middle of the room.

Lynne a more agricultural open palmed slap to her rival with one hand while the other grabbed at the woman’s short blonde hair while Heather with the benefit of the wrestling training delivered by Beaker grabbed the other woman’s left wrist and sharply jabbed her rival in the stomach with her left hand. There was a crack of slapped flesh followed by an “Oooofff!” of exploding oxygen as the blows landed and then a whirl of arms and legs as Heather twisted the captured arm and neatly threw the woman across the room to crash land on her back on the bed. Lynne rolled quickly over and came to her feet by the side of the bed facing the other woman and snapped, “Oh a bit of that kung fu rubbish hey bitch? Well now you can learn a new lesson!” and she charged forward knocking the arms of the blonde aside and landing a cracking right hook on the woman’s chin sending the younger blonde staggering and turning away.

“What’s the matter bitch don’t you do boxing?” sneered Lynne stepping after her opponent and grabbing Heather’s shoulder she turned her around and landed another stunning punch low to the body about the knicker line. Heather folded forward and dropped to her knees struggling for breath and Lynne grabbed her rival by the hair and slammed her face first to the carpet. Turning to Beaker she stepped towards him leaving the other blonde stunned and moaning on the floor and she said, “So you enjoy a good girlie grapple do you, mmmm judging by that you do!” she indicated his erect cock, “Well don’t explode too soon I want to have some fun with blondie here then you can really use that!” she promised dipping her head to lick the length of his shaft with her tongue before taking him slowly into her mouth as her hand reached out to stroke his balls. He was in fighting fantasy heaven as the blonde demonstrated her persuasive oral skills before she stood and turned to face the other blonde who had witnessed the show and was slowly crawling to her feet, “Thought you could sneak up on me did you bitch? Well that was never going to happen but don’t worry I’ll fuck him soon enough though!” she goaded.
Heather screeched and launched herself at the blonde driving herself forward aiming to land her shoulder in the blonde’s guts and send her sprawling instead Lynne stepped slightly to one side and dropped her elbow viciously between the stooping woman’s shoulder blades sending her sprawling to the carpet, “Not even close!” laughed Lynne reaching down to grab the blonde’s hair and costume adding a not pleasant wedgie to her arsenal of cruelty as she dragged the woman up and threw her onto the bed, “Now to give him a real show!” called Ms Leyton as she clambered onto the bed rolling the shocked Heather to her back before straddling the woman. Lynne taunted, “Does he like to see breast torture?” as she painfully grabbed and mauled the woman’s breasts, “or is it twat torture that does it for him?” as her right hand reached back to pinch and claw at the woman’s groin.

She then shuffled forward to drop her backside down on the woman’s breasts and trap Heather’s head between her thighs, “Maybe he goes for face sitting victories?” she teased adding, “Does he go down on you darling?” before shuffling forward to plant her black knickered crotch on Heather’s mouth and nose, “Oh yes eat me bitch go on you know you want to,” taunted Lynne her hands rising to her own breasts and then her hair as her eyes closed and she gyrated on the woman’s face. Suddenly she was thrown violently to one side as Heather her arms free grabbed her and threw her off and she sucked in a fresh lungful of air before hissing, “Never you slut!” before she clenched her own fist and smacked the blonde between her parted thighs punching her hard in those flimsy black knickers. Lynne screeched clutched herself and rolling over fell off the far side of the bed in a heap as Heather slid off the bed to stand facing Beaker.

“Well all your fantasies at once darling a cheap whore in black underwear, a blow job of sorts and of course me your truest love begging to be humped in a swanky hotel armed with chilled champagne!” as she spoke she peeled off the leotard and stepped towards him and then the leggings leaving her clad in only a minute black thong cut so low he could see the light wisps of her neatly trimmed fanny fur as she stepped to him and like her opponent reached down to caress his organ while gently easing her naked breasts towards his mouth while she collected a glass in her free hand to sip some champagne before ducking her head to kiss him delivering some champagne in a bubbling moment of tongue tussling. Suddenly she was yanked backwards dropping the glass to the thick carpet as Lynne snarled, “One smack in the cunt doesn’t win you the fight bitch!” as she tugged Heather back by the hair and tripped her to the carpet as Beaker moved the glass quickly away from the warring women some champagne sprayed on his chin and chest as Lynne leant towards him and licked it from his body, “Ummm an idea for later,” she cooed before turning away to chase after her rival.

Heather had rolled over to all fours and was pushing herself upwards as Lynne caught her with a well aimed kick her still booted feet right between the thighs sending her sprawling back to the carpet with a yelp. Rolling to her back one hand dropping reflexively to cup her crotch she looked up at the blonde as Lynne sneered, “Get used to that bitch I’m going to enjoy kicking the crap out of your cunt before I let him fill mine with that gorgeous cock!” Her filthy talk was becoming a feature which the man was finding thrillingly erotic as he watched with rapt attention as the two women battled before him battling for a victory that would be cemented with sex with him with a broken loser confined to the roll of spectator and certainly not in any fantasy voyeur roll either. Lynne lifted her foot intent on carrying out her threat and in desperation Heather kicked out swinging her right foot just enough to take Lynne’s standing leg from beneath her to send the blonde crumpling to the carpet next to her with a cry of alarm and a hefty landing on the thick axminster.
Both women scrambled to their knees and threw themselves at their opponent each finding a handful of hair for purchase, Lynne used her other hand to maul Heather’s left breast while the tennis playing blonde grabbed at her rival’s basque and tore it away from the blonde’s body leaving her equally topless. Ms Leyton released the captured breast leaving angry red marks on the lightly tanned flesh before clenching her fist and punching the pert orb full on the nipple and then hooking another indecently low blow to the woman’s belly. Heather’s painful cry testament to the force of the blow as she lost the hair hold and pitched forward against the other woman her other hand dropping the captured garment to the carpet. Lynne shoved the woman to the side and fell on her pressing her body against the other woman her slightly larger breasts pressing firmly against the equal firm assets of her rival.

Heather rolled sharply left and the pair toppled over with the younger blonde getting on top and working quickly she hooked her feet inside Lynne’s calves and applied a wicked grapevine hold as the woman struggled beneath her and in the process she captured her rival’s wrists and spread her arms wide. “Not so cocky now are you,” hissed Ms James as she pressed herself against her rival and eased her own legs as wide as she could to stretch the blonde painfully. Heather’s breast were now on top her nipples were rigid stabbing into the other woman’s tits and she pressed down with her crotch against the blonde’s love mound noting the shudder that went through her opponent in the process, “Like a bit of girl on girl do you slut?” teased Heather for the first time really getting on top in the fight and she gave another thrust with her hips, “Shall I make you cum for me as your surrender?” dared Heather prompting the older blonde to squirm even more vigorously beneath her.

Heather gave another little thrust from the hips causing Lynne to moan, “Bitch,” as an electric surge went through her body that drew a smile to Ms James’ face, “Got you haven’t I?” she said softly thrusting again against the yielding sex centre of the spread eagled blonde. Suddenly with a huge surge and twist Lynne freed her right leg and right arm and she was able to throw the other blonde off just as it appeared she was about to surrender the ultimate prize to her rival but the effort had clearly drained her significantly and she was slow to follow up and it was the younger blonde twisting quickly that wrapped her well defined legs around the other woman’s head crushing her face between her thighs almost pressing her nose and mouth into those tiny knickers. Crossing her ankles and straightening her legs Heather crushed Lynne’s head with a determination that had the blonde slapping at the woman’s thighs in desperation but the hold held firm. Heather put her hand on the back of the woman’s head and pulled her forward pressing her nose and mouth against her sex firmly, Lynne’s eyes bulged and again Heather straightened her legs.

The trapped blonde’s efforts started to subside her hands lightly slapped at Heather’s thighs as the dominant blonde called, “Beaker bring me that gorgeous silky sex stick,” and he stepped over dropping to his knees next to the pair and the last thing Lynne saw before she passed out was her rival gently easing the man’s erect cock into her mouth. Satisfied that the woman was finished Heather released her and pulling Beaker down gently to the carpet she claimed her prize accepting a very special three count before her rival even stirred. Heather finally rose and slipped into bed, “Toss her out then join me,” she teased as he helped the still groggy Lynne up and helped her into her coat her other clothes stuffed into a bag before Heather said, “Get out loser but take his number we can do this again sometime!” the other blonde glanced over, “Oh we will bitch we will!” before defiantly kissing the man and whispering, “I box you know call me later and I’ll fight for you again!” before she left them to continue their celebration. The End