Stripping Rivalry

The neon sign outside the strip club flickered in the night, casting an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Inside, the stage was dimly lit, and two figures moved sensuously in the shadows. They were rivals, these two strippers who had been competing for the attention of their patrons for months.

Tonight, they had been hired for a private show for their regular customers, a lesbian couple who loved to watch them perform. The strippers knew that they had to outdo each other tonight, to prove once and for all who was the better performer.

First up was Quinn, a leggy brunette with a body that just wouldn't quit. She moved to the center of the stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. As she danced, she could feel the heat of the couple's gaze on her. Across the stage, Domino watched with narrowed eyes. She was a self-confident blonde with curves in all the right places, and she knew that she could outshine Quinn any day of the week. She waited until Quinn had finished her routine before making her move, sauntering onto the stage with a hawkish smile on her face. The couple watched, entranced, as Domino danced. She was mesmerizing, and they couldn't take their eyes off of her. Quinn watched from the wings, her jaw clenched in frustration. She couldn't let Domino win this time.

And so, the two women began to compete, each trying to outdo the other with their seductive moves. They danced closer and closer, their bodies mere inches apart. The tension between them was palpable, and the couple could feel themselves getting wet just watching them provoking one another by dancing skin on skin and ripping their scanty schoolgirl costumes off until they were completely naked.

But the competition soon turned into something…more. Quinn and Domino found themselves getting caught up in the moment, their bodies moving in time with one another. They touched each other, their hands exploring each other's curves and contours. Before they knew it, they were kissing, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. The couple watched in amazement as the two rivals broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion. Domino and Quinn looked at each other, their eyes filled with anger and lust. They knew what they had to do next. Their bodies pressed together. Their breasts mashed against one another.

Domino pushed Quinn down onto the floor. She straddled Quinn, her pussy hovering just above Quinn's. Domino lowered herself, their wet pussies meeting to tribfuck, their hips moving in time with one another. In what seemed like an endless moment for all four women, the two strippers let their slippery pussies and swollen clits slide gently over each other or collide violently again and again. The moans made all the women's desire almost boil over. Orgasms came constantly in duet with the climaxes of their spectators, but the duel of tribadic arts continued undeterred. Surrender was not an option.

But eventually the exhaustion became too great and their cunts couldn't continue fighting. At some point the orgasms stopped being counted and a clear championesse couldn't be declared. Spent, with their panties down, satisfied and breathing heavily, the couple sat on the audience couch and, in their excitement, had emptied all their wallets onto the stage. When Quinn and Domino realized this, their enmity was forgotten. Their spontaneous sex war had, after all, earned them a small fortune. They collected the bills and were extremely pleased. It had been a profitable and fun night.

One veiled night

The moon hung low in the night sky, bathing the grounds of the girls boarding school in a soft, argent light. It was a warm July evening, the students were on school holidays and the campus was almost deserted. But the stillness of the summer night was soon to be interrupted by the passionate encounter of two rival and vying teachers – the wrestling coach, Jody (left), and the cheerleader's coach, Trish (right).

Trish wore only a silk robe, tied loosely at the waist, barely hiding her voluptuous bosom. Her fit body was toned from hours spent in the gym, her muscles defined and tempting. She stood by the open window of her room as she anticipated the arrival of her adversary. Soon enough, naked footsteps could be heard in the hallway, and Jody appeared at the door. She, too, was dressed in a silk robe, hers a deep burgundy that contrasted with her pale skin. The fabric barely contained her curvy figure, hinting at the lush breasts and soft curves that lay beneath.

"Trish," Jody purred, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "You look like a slut who's ready to be fucked."

Trish smirked, her confidence matching Jody's. "As do you, darling. Come here, let me make you my bitch."

With hungry steps, they closed the distance between them. Trish's hands reached out, sliding through Jody's robe, grabbing her tightly around the waist. Jody followed suit. Their lips met, soft and warm, their tongues tangling slowly and gently.

"I'm so glad we finally have the campus to ourselves. I was so tired of this cat and mouse game. Now we can compete again in the way that suits us best.", Trish whispered, almost exploding with desire.

"You can't imagine how my impatience was eating me up inside. Every time we bumped into each other in the gym, I wanted to push you down onto one of the mats and outfuck you.", Jody hissed back.

This night was theirs. They hastily took off each other’s robes but broke apart momentarily, taking in the sight of each other's naked bodies, before Trish led Jody over to the bed. Their sweet juices began to flow as they sat down amidst the tangled sheets. Jody positioned her legs between Trish's thighs, spreading them wide to reveal the glistening pink folds of her pussy.

With slow, deliberate tribs, Trish's and Jody's nectars mingled, drawing moans from deep within their throats. Their clits collided and teased each other, circling one another lasciviously. Jody's hips bucked off the bed, grinding her pussy against Trish's as pleasure coiled tightly within them. The room filled with the sounds of their passionate whispers, the wet smacking of their cunts clapping together and the intoxicating scent of desire. The silvery moonlight made their bodies, covered in subtle beads of sweat, shine in an ethereal shimmer, while their aroused clits and their soft labia indulged in a rhythmic martial dance.

As time passed, their movements became faster and their moans louder. In both women, uncontrollable lust had taken over and the orgasms were building up threateningly. With trembling bodies they finally came in a violence that matched the depth of their sexual rivalry. They each reached between their legs and tried to calm their overstimulated pussies, where they felt the wetness of their mixed juices with their slender fingers. Everything inside them was pulsing as the orgasm had knocked them out. Jody and Trish were panting with exhaustion as they lay on their backs staring at the ceiling. They had waited months for this opportunity to duel and it ended in a draw again...for the fifth time.

After a few minutes of silence, Jody pressed her clit back onto Trish's and began slowly circling her hips, after which Trish thought, "Alright, round 2, bitch!".

Bitch Huntress

Ruby was no stranger to the world of romantic sabotage. As a professional "home-wrecker tracker", she made it her mission to hunt down and punish those girls who sought to destroy other women's relationships. Her weapon of choice? Sexual humiliation.

Ruby had never met a woman who could withstand her unique brand of retribution. She would visit her targets at home, where they would engage in intimate acts of sexual uninhibitedness, their bodies entwined in the most lascivious of ways. She would force them to climax, their wet pussies grinding together until they were left begging for mercy.

But Ruby's latest target, a confident woman named Lucille, was different. She was a skilled seductress, with fiery red hair, and she was not afraid of Ruby's reputation. The two women met on Lucille's porch. The homeowner seemed to be expecting Ruby and before they could even exchange a word, they circled each other and undressed one another with their eyes.

- "Ruby, I presume?" Lucille said, loosening her ponytail.

- "You guessed it. And you're Lucille. The cunt who tried to steal Charlotte's girlfriend. She wants me to give you her regards. I assume you know the reason I'm here?"

- "Of course. I can't wait. I've been expecting you for days. I'm craving to teach you a lesson and show you that you're not the best in town."

- "Really? Then get ready for the fight of your life! My clit will beat up yours."

As they undressed and revealed their well-endowed feminine bodies to each other, Ruby had to acknowledge that Lucille was not the helpless prey she usually faced. The woman was experienced, her body toned and strong. And she was not afraid to take control. They sat down on a nearby couch and initiated their womanly duel: Lucille's legs between Ruby's, swollen clits kissing and wrestling with one another, pussy juices mixing in circular and thrusting movements.

It was a tribadic war between two Amazons, a contest for lesbian dominance, a back and forth without regard for losses, the orgasmic humiliation of the opponent as the only goal. As their moans got louder and their movements became more hectic, out of sync and harder after non-stop pussy-pounding, they realized that this was just the beginning. Ruby had met her match and this was only the first skirmish of a long clit war.