Continued from Birthday Bash(ed) by bocarat

The shock and the impact of the knee sent Paris closer to the edge of the bed. Denise pushed down with her left hand on Paris’ right breast to hold her in place as she maneuvered her long, yet tired right leg to the floor and then the left leg. All Paris could do was cup the sexy ass of Denise and dig her nails into the brunette’s sexy ass and hoped for the best. Denise then grabbed a handful of blonde’ sweaty, disheveled hair and shoved Paris face into her waiting juicy, sweaty twat. With a devilish grin Denise rode the face of Paris Hilton until she came, and the lights went out in Paris.

When Denise was done she fell back into the bed, and kicked the semi-conscious body of Paris Hilton off the bed and onto the floor and fell to sleep. It was about 9AM, when the snoring of Paris woke up Denise. Denise crawled off the bed and got herself a bottle of water and kicked the blonde celebrity to wake her up. Paris didn’t move at first, then after subsequent kicks to her ass and thighs she moved, and eventually got up. Denise said to the beaten, defeated blonde “get out of here before I have security escort you out!” Paris mumbled something like “fuck you slut!” but was not up to another fight. She slowly moved and went towards the bathroom to splash her face and leave the room. Once Paris left, Denise threw the covers over her head and was going to go back to sleep.

Shortly after Paris left the room, she heard a thud and a thump as if something had hit the wall and then the floor of the resort’s hallway. Denise then looked up and saw a tall figure in her suite and moving towards her bedroom. Before Denise could say anything the tall female said, “that wasn’t your birthday party it was mine bitch! You ruined my party whore!” Denise still trying to focus her eyes saw the approaching female move towards her and jumped on the bed and then on her.

Sunlight was streaming into the room, but the figure and with her vision still blurry from the exhaustion of the fight and lack of sleep appeared only as a shadow. The woman quickly pinned the half-naked Denise down on the bed. The woman’s voice and feel appeared familiar to Denise. Denise’s arms pinned to her sides, and the woman dressed in some sort of long gown had long hair that tickled Denise’s cheeks as the intruder leaned towards her. “You fuckin bitch! How dare you ruin my party!” the attacker said. The light from a nearby window caught the woman’s face, and it was Cindy Crawford on top of Denise. Cindy now had Denise’s wrists pinned below the supermodel’s knees. “Please Cindy, I didn’t mean to ruin anything. It was that blonde bitch Paris who started everything.” Denise pleaded. Cindy responded, “I already took care of her! Now it’s your turn! Besides a little payback is due!” Denise moved beneath the taller, yet older brunette as the two women struggled, as Denise wondered what Cindy had in mind for her.

Slowly Cindy moved up the prone body of Denise until Denise’s face was caught between Cindy’s long and powerful thighs. Cindy was now jamming her pelvis into Denise chin and mouth. “You missed my birthday cake Denise. Now I am going to let you have my cake and eat it too!” Cindy grabbed the trapped Denise’s hair and pulled her gown over Denise’s head to expose her love mound to the trapped brunette. Cindy started to gyrate on Denise’s lovely, yet horrified face. Cindy and Denise’s eye locked in as Cindy instructed Denise to “make me cum bitch!” Denise resisted, but Cindy was not to be denied. “Come on bitch! Make me cum!” Cindy demanded. Cindy tightened her lock on Denise’s face and hair and continued to grind her twat into the trapped brunette’s mouth. “Eat me slut, eat me!” Cindy demanded. Denise’s resistance was only muffled moans, and tears flowing from her eyes down her cheeks. “Oh come on now! You made Paris satisfy you, I could tell from the skanky smell and stains on her face. Now you do me!” Cindy demanded.

Denise kicked her legs and tried to bounce and flip the “birthday girl” off of her. Cindy was losing her patience and twisted her torso and punched Denise in the gut to stop her resistance and movements. The blow only caused Denise to instinctively curl up like a roly-poly bug. Cindy started to release her pent up love juices, maybe it was from the contact of her love mound with Denise’s pretty mouth and face, or the dominating position she had on this woman in, but the sensation was intoxicating and sensual.

Cindy released and let out an “ooohhh and aaahhhh!” from the mini-orgasm she just had. She rolled off the docile Denise, and wrapped her legs around the thin waist of her prey. Denise was able to take in much needed oxygen, and lay flat on her back on the tussled bed. Cindy propped herself on her left elbow and looked at the exhausted brunette. Denise tried to avoid eye contact with Cindy hoping that the battle was over.

Cindy tightened her leg hold around Denise, and forced a squeal from the younger brunette. Denise dug her nails into Cindy’s thigh for a little retribution and caused Cindy to cry out in pain. “You bitch!” Cindy screamed out as she reached with her right had to release the painful grip of her thigh. Cindy then rolled on top of Denise, and in the tight embrace the two brunette’s found themselves, Denise was pulling Cindy’s face into her chest. Cindy being more determined and stronger at the time jammed her legs and thighs under Denise’s, and spread her foe’s legs. Denise continued to trap Cindy’s lovely face between her breasts in an attempt to suffocate her. Cindy feeling trapped between the mammaries started to open her mouth and bite down on the tender flesh.

Denise realized the futility of the move now tried to remove Cindy face from her tits. Cindy did not bite down hard, but only pressed her teeth against Denise’ breasts, and it evolved into a suckling motion. The two brunette’s legs battled for control, and moved like snakes in some sort of battle to the death. The women’s hips and thighs flashed against each other’s periodically. The sensation excited both women and reminded each other of their earlier battle of the flesh. Denise reached out and pulled up the sweaty evening gown up Cindy’s body to expose her flexing leg and thigh, and to offer greater surface area of skin-to-skin contact with the older brunette.

As their battle waged on Cindy was tiring, and Denise was gaining her “second wind” or was it her third or forth. Denise now had Cindy trapped between her legs, as Cindy flopped between the lovely, yet quickly fatigued thighs. Cindy was on her stomach, and Denise had her legs wrapped around Cindy’s waist periodically squeezing and pressuring her foe’s torso.

Denise was too far gone to hold the trapped brunette between her legs, and soon her energy gave out. Cindy slowly flipped Denise over, and on to her back and performed a reverse face sit on the younger brunette. Cindy raised her gown to her waist and exposed her snatch for Denise to behold and planted it squarely on Denise’s face. Denise was in now in no position to resist. She tried to maneuver her face to bite the ass or thigh that was now perched on her face. Denise could tell from the scent that the fight now was all about sex and dominance. Denise grudgingly started to satisfy the “birthday girl. “ Denise was not accustomed to be in such a position, but she pretty much knew what she had to do. As Denise pleasured Cindy, Denise could feel Cindy hair gently touching and tease her own bare legs, thighs and her own love mound and soon Cindy was pleasuring Denise in the same fashion that Denise was pleasuring Cindy.

After both women exchanged “birthday gifts.” Cindy rolled off of Denise and both women took in much needed fresh air into their lungs. Cindy was sexually spent, and Denise was mentally, physically and sexually exhausted. No words were spoken between the two birthday women. The two did not look at the other, as the two just took in the moment and quietly reflected on what had just happened. As Cindy rose up to leave, some instinct inside Denise caused her to attack Cindy and wrap her arms around the neck and chest of Cindy. Denise forced Cindy down on the bed, and the two wrestled. They rolled on the tussled, musty sheets as their bodies were now intertwined like ropes used on ships and boats. Hair was being tossed as limbs were in tight embrace. Their slick skin slid and rubbed as Cindy’s matted evening gown stuck to the skin of Cindy and Denise.

It ended however just as quickly as it started as the energy reserves in Denise’s body were now spent, and like a dead car battery, she couldn’t turn Cindy over, and older brunette pinned Denise down. Cindy smiled at Denise and said, “I like that! Well have to do this again sometime. “ She then punctuated her dominant position over Denise by rubbing her beautiful breasts over Denise’s fuller pair and shoving her hips into Denise as well. Cindy’s well-manicured nails were digging into the palms of Denise’s pinned hands as her tormentor continued to grind away at the helpless beauty. Denise could see in Cindy’s eyes that another orgasm was brewing below her waist and decided to just relax and let Cindy have and unwrap her final birthday gift.