"You know what would be fun...?"

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Marking Dominance

Naomi, a single woman in her early 30s, took in a young woman who was in dire financial straits. Lilu works as a stripper, so Naomi felt obligated to help, as she herself once worked in this profession before going to college and pursuing a successful career.

Coming home from work one afternoon, Naomi watched from the kitchen window as Lilu trained on a pole in the garden. Until now, the two women had largely avoided each other, as they had different daily routines. Lilu worked at night and slept during the day, while for Naomi, it was the other way around. But today, Lilu had her day off, which she spent in the garden. Lilu noticed she was being watched, but made no attempt to interrupt her exercises. Instead, Naomi registered a challenging glint in Lilu's eyes and provocative nuances in her movements.

"Amateur," Naomi thought to herself, as she critically examined her pole exercises. After several minutes, which Lilu and Naomi spent gazing more and more deeply into each other's eyes, Naomi left the kitchen window and went into the bathroom to treat herself to a relaxing, hot bath.

But lying naked in the tub, she could think of nothing but Lilu's erotic performance. Inevitably, she began to touch herself, caressing her clit with her fingers while letting the steamy fantasies in her head run wild. In her mind, Naomi dug her clit deep between Lilu's labia until, squealing and shaking all over, Lilu climaxed - and thus she marked the dominance in her own home.

But suddenly, Naomi was torn from her daydream when Lilu strutted into the bathroom stark naked. She sat on the edge of the tub and gazed hungrily at Naomi's swollen labia and hard clit.

"I see you enjoyed my show. I'm glad that you're already open for me, you horny slut. What do you think? You used to be a stripper, just like me. You've probably been with countless women. You're fucking hot! I wanna know what your pussy can do - what she's got. And I'm going to prove to you that you can't hold a candle to me," Lilu commented.

Naomi knew it. It was obvious Lilu was up to something. It was as if her fantasy had suddenly manifested from her mind into reality. She couldn't help but accept her seductive challenge. With a flick of her finger, Naomi signaled Lilu to join her in the tub.

"I'm going to conquer you in your own home," Lilu whispered confidently, before the two women shared a long, passionate kiss, thus beginning their contest.

They spread their legs and brought their vulvas together vigorously, causing the water to splash between their thighs like spray from a rocky cliff. Their clits quickly found the perfect angle, so that pleasure spiraled uncontrollably from the very first moment. The two experienced Sapphic lovemakers gave it their all to trib an orgasm out of their opponents. And they did. Again and again, late into the night. From the bathtub, across the couch and the carpet, to Naomi's bed, where the final, knock-out climaxes were finally delivered.

It was a fight that couldn't have been more fierce. Spent and satisfied like never before, they declared themselves equals and the battle over. But the desire wasn't yet completely exhausted. They sat opposite each other with their legs wide apart and began to watch one another masturbate, squeezing every last drop of arousal out of themselves thanks to the images of their sexfight in their heads and the sight of each other here and now...

It starts with the eyes and ends between the legs

Ah, the timeless dance of seduction, that can often begin with the simplest of gestures - a flutter of the eyes, a lingering gaze, the promise of what lies beneath the surface. It is in this realm of non-verbal communication that a sexual duel between two women may commence, a silent yet potent battle of desire and dominance. Imagine two women, strangers perhaps, or rivals, lock eyes across the room. The first volley is fired - a look that speaks of challenge, curiosity, and the unspoken question, "Do you dare?". It is a silent declaration of intent that the other cannot help but notice.

The eyes, those windows to the soul, are the opening gambit in this intimate skirmish. They size each other up, seeking vulnerability, confidence, or perhaps a spark of reciprocity. A subtle arch of an eyebrow, the dilation of pupils, the slightest twitch of the lips - each microexpression is a clue to the other's thoughts and feelings. It is here, in the eye contact, that the initial connection is made, the first line drawn in the sand. But they do not merely reflect attraction; they are the instruments through which it is communicated, the silent whispers of "I see you," "I want you," and "I dare you". This visual interplay is a game of power and allure, where the intensity and duration of the gaze can speak volumes about ambition.

As the tension builds, the bodies of these two combatants may begin to move closer, drawn together by an invisible force, like magnets to metal. And so, it is between the legs where the decisive battle is waged, where the fire in the eyes meets the heat of the flesh. As their vulvas intertwine, as one woman's clit presses against the other one's, the duel reaches new heights. Whether the outcome is a passionate embrace or a parting of ways, the contest has been played out, the tension released in a burst of sensuality that began with a simple look, a silent challenge that grew into a womanly match for sexual power.

Best Pussy at the Pool

Felicity (blonde) was done. Done with the betrayal, the heartbreak, the lies. She had packed her bags and flown all the way to the Dominican Republic to get her mind off things. If there was anything she craved, it was distraction. One afternoon, she was relaxing by the pool when she noticed the gorgeous, dark-skinned Violeta in a green bikini walking past her lounger over and over again. Felicity couldn't help but stare. Violeta was stunning, with confidence that radiated off of her. Finally, Violeta sat down right opposite Felicity. Without batting an eyelid, Violeta bared her breasts.

Felicity let out a surprised laugh because she had to admit that even though she thought highly of her own body, those tits were fantastic and could undoubtedly compete with hers. Then Violeta opened her thighs and started playing with her pussy under her bikini bottom. "That bitch!" Felicity thought, "She wants me. She's challenging my sex."

Neither of them could deny the sexual tension between them and the impending womanly duel as Violeta pulled her bikini bottom aside, rubbed her exposed clit and gestured to Felicity to come to her so they could rub slippery cunt against slippery cunt. Oh yes, that was exactly what Felicity needed right now. A willing, combative, wet slut on whom she could take out her sexual frustration – finally some action and distraction.

Violeta stood up and walked seductively towards the bungalow where she had her room. Felicity followed close behind her, with an expectant smile on her face. They walked up the stairs hand in hand. At the top, they shared a passionate kiss before Violeta pushed Felicity onto her bed, thus beginning the contest. Now Violeta could examine her opponent for this afternoon for the first time. Beautiful labia, throbbing in impatient anticipation to finally take in Violeta's clit. Yes, her's and Felicity's pussy were made for each other and would have a great fight.

They wasted no time and let their soaking wet cunts come together without further ado. Felicity felt Violeta's juices spread over her pussy, and it turned her on even more. Both moaned passionately and fucked each other excellently. Violeta started to move her hips faster, grinding her clit against Felicity's. The friction was intense, and Felicity could feel an orgasm building. She let out a loud moan, and Violeta knew she had won. Violeta followed suit, her orgasm ripping through her body.

She collapsed on top of Felicity, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. Felicity looked up at Violeta, and she knew she had found the distraction she had been looking for. But of course that was only the first round, reaching its climax far too quickly due to the strong arousal that had built up before the encounter. Naked and bathed in sweat, they lay cheek to cheek. Then they gave each other a look like two wildcats ready to attack one another. They will make each other cum many more times today. This ain't over yet!

Afternoon's Sweet Temptation

Théa, a curvy 26-year-old with red hair and pale skin, was lounging by the pool with her new boyfriend, Marco. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have the apartment complex's pool to themselves that afternoon, despite the hot temperatures. They laughed and teased each other and genuinely had a good time. Suddenly, Dara, a striking 30-year-old Asian chick emerged from the building. Her curvaceous body was accentuated by a bikini that barely covered her nipples.

"Mind if I join you?" Dara asked, not waiting for an answer. Théa exchanged a glance with Marco, who shrugged.

"Sure, why not?" Théa replied, trying to hide her annoyance. Dara lay down on the deck chair right next to them, which irritated Marco in particular, for her eyes were never leaving Théa.

"Your boyfriend is quite handsome," she said, enjoying the sight of Théa's gorgeous ass and her breasts lying flat on her towel. "But I must say, you're the hot one here."

Théa uttered an exasperated and unimpressed, "Thanks."

Dara continued, "Well, I bet your wet slit is swelling up just thinking about what we could do together, am I right?"

Théa bristled. "Excuse me?"

Dara smirked. "Oh, come on. Don't act so innocent! I've heard stories about what you did in bed with Tina's friend the other day. Some say she came for an entire hour. You're exactly the kind of freaky I like."

Marco couldn’t believe his ears and Théa was lacking an explanation. "Listen babe, ignore that bitch, I'm not a lesbian. I just have a little fun with women from time to time. Sorry I didn't tell you."

Dara stood up and laughed maliciously. "Maybe it's better that way. These stories are all lies anyway. You would just be intimidated by my sex appeal and would cum within seconds."

"Shut the fuck up, cunt! I would conquer you and make you my little bitch!", Théa replied defiantly.

Dara bared her voluptuous breasts, which was considered an unmistakable challenge. "Then prove it. Let's have a little competition, woman to woman. I bet I can make you orgasm before you can make me cum. Prove your reputation is deserved, you "non-lesbian"!"

Théa turned away. "No, I'm not interested."

Dara chuckled. "Afraid you'll lose? Or is it because your boyfriend is here?" She turned to Marco. "Maybe you should go take a walk or something. Give us girls some privacy." She then stepped gracefully into the pool, expecting a response to her declaration of sexual war.

Marco looked at Théa, a question in his eyes. Théa sighed. "It's fine. I can handle this."

Théa joined her challenger in the pool and also pulled down her green bikini top, sealing the deal: these two women would compete sensually.

Dara and Théa circled each other in the pool, their eyes locked. They explored each other's bodies, especially their breasts became targets of gentle attacks. The chemistry between them was perfect, they were getting hot – so hot that the water could have started to boil. As the spiral of escalation progressed, their hands wandered into each other's bikini bottoms and found aroused clits whose impatience to wrestle with one another was palpable.

Their soft moaning was interrupted when Dara made a suggestion. "It seems that this pool is too small for the both of us. Let's move this showdown somewhere where our pussies can fight out this clinch without limits. Let's go to my place!"

Théa was more than pleased with this idea. "Fuck yeah! I can't wait for our clits to meet and bash each other up until you scream with lust between my wet thighs."

"You wish, slut! I'm going to fuck you to the climax of your life now, whether you want it or not. But when our juices mix you'll want to, I promise.", Dara announced confidently.

Hand in hand and almost naked, they left the pool together and strutted into the apartment building. Their moans and screams could be heard in the distance until late into the night…

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.

No sharing desired

- "Are you fucking serious? Fae is mine, you girlfriend-stealing bitch. Find your own girl."

- "Oh, please. You've only been seeing her for...like what? A few weeks? Fae and I have known each other since high school and I have always loved her. We've been intimate more than once before you slut came into her life."

- "Watch your mouth, cunt! If you want to fight over Fae, let's go outside."

- "Ooohhh, look who's talking…then let me break your nose before I lick Fae's tits!"

Fae (blonde) liked the idea of her two love interests fighting for her, but she didn't want them to hurt each other. They were both so beautiful and she loved them both. She wished they could just get along. "Hey you two, stop it! I'm flattered that you two want to mud wrestle or whatever to fuck me. But why this drama? How about this? You settle this like real women. A sexfight. The one with the better pussy gets to keep me."

Fae's suggestion seemed to take Tamara (red-haired) by surprise. "Are you sure that's what you want?" she asked, her voice laced with wonder. Carissa (black-haired) glanced at Fae, her eyes sparkling with desire. "Yes, I'm sure. I trust Fae to make the right choice." She stood up, took a step closer to Tamara, her hips swaying enticingly. "And I'm ready whenever you are." "Great! It's been ages since I've enjoyed a challenging pussyfight. Show me your moves! Let's find out if you're worthy of Fae."

Fae watched, her heart racing as the two moaning and gasping women began to grind their wet pussies together, finding rhythm and speed that seemed to drive them both wild. Their slippery clits danced around each other and intertwined in a delightful mess. Fae couldn't help but pleasure herself. The three women pushed each other further and further, so that the moans soon turned into loud screams. 

Suddenly Carissa and Tamara paused their showdown and Fae also stopped massaging her clit, whereupon she took a deep breath. "I can feel it," Carissa panted. "You're going to cum...and you will like it." She looked into Tamara's eyes, challenging her. Tamara's thighs bucked against Carissa's, her lust reaching a fever pitch. "I'm not going to let you do that," she growled, her fingers digging into Carissa's soft tits. "Let me teach you a lesson who will cum first here." 

Then both of them looked at Fae like two hungry wildcats and whispered at the same time, "You're mine!"

In the heart of Chicago

Chicago, 1953: In a dimly lit bar, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the lively tunes of jazz, the bored daughter of a wealthy business magnate (blonde), dressed in a sleek satin dress, locked eyes with a sultry showgirl in a glittering costume (brunette). The tension crackled between them as they stood face to face, the challenge hanging in the air like a forbidden promise. The magnate's daughter, with a daring gleam in her eyes, stepped forward, her crimson lips curling into a smirk. She issued a challenge to the showgirl, her voice low and husky, "Let's settle this like women, darling. A pussy-to-pussy sexfight. Winner takes all."

The showgirl, known for her captivating beauty and seductive charm, accepted the challenge without a moment's hesitation. As the spectators in the bar looked on with bated breath, the two women climbed onto the grand piano in the middle of the room. Their clits pressed together, each wet with her opponent's juices, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they vied for dominance in a stormy display of eroticism. The sounds of lesbian sex filled the bar, mixing with the murmurs of the onlookers and the music playing in the background. In that moment, there was no room for rules or inhibitions, only the raw, unbridled energy of two women locked in a fierce and intoxicating duel of tribbing pussies.

As the night wore on and the intensity of their encounter grew, the magnate's daughter and the showgirl became lost in a whirlwind of sensation, each determined to emerge victorious in this daring game of seduction and desire. And in the heart of Chicago, their passion blazed like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

Youthful hot-bloodedness

When two young-blooded, hotheaded girls meet in a tribadic storm that would drive many women insane with uncontrollable lust, their wrestling pussies and clits are literally swimming in a lake of wet desire. Orgasm after orgasm causes their reserves to dwindle, but the fighting is only interrupted by short cooling breaks. It's as if this concentrated youthful power is sending them to a place where there is nothing but this tribfight. A rage builds up that bursts out in sudden furious thrusts, causing their cunts to rub against each other with such ferocity that one should beware of sparks. Neither grants the other even the slightest victory, hate and lust merge and create energy, and every attempt to take control is immediately reciprocated. But every sexfight has to come to a decision at some point and then it will become clear which woman was able to prove her dominance in fucking.

The spirit of Olympia

Sport is a core element of our civilization. People have been competing with each other since prehistoric times, in all cultures. It particularly stimulates the sexual drives. The feeling of victory, of physical superiority, is equivalent to an orgasm. This is especially true for sports that involve full physical effort, such as wrestling. It's no surprise that a sexual contest between women is a natural consequence. The gracefully strong bodies shine from the sweat of the showdown and the uninhibited body contact. Erogenous zones touch and rub against each other in the heat of the fight, so that these contacts are increasingly actively sought. This cat-and-mouse game continues until both can no longer contain themselves and the wrestling match culminates in a burst of tribadic fury.

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Hostile takeover

Vivian sat behind her desk, her eyes locked on Lesly, her long-time rival. For years, Lesly had tried to buy Vivian's company, attempting every underhanded tactic in the book in order to force her nemesis out of business. But today, Vivian seemed willing to negotiate, under one condition.

Lesly's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to what?" she exclaimed.

Vivian leaned forward, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "I want to settle this once and for all, slut," she purred. "A fair sexfight. Woman to woman. Clit versus clit."

Lesly accepted the challenge without hesitation.

The tension in Vivian's office was palpable as the two CEOs faced each other, their eyes meeting in a fiery gaze. Vivian, her black locks cascading around her determined face, exuded confidence. Lesly, her blonde hair shimmering like gold, wore a smug grin, ready to prove her sexual dominance. As they shed their corporate attire, their naked bodies were now exposed, symbols of vulnerability and power. Lesly, fueled by years of resentment and a desire for triumph, charged forward, her clitoral conquest within reach. Naked and covered in sweat, the two CEOs tribfucked. The room reverberated with the echoing moans and curses, mixing seamlessly with the clashing of wet cunts. Their clits were wrestling like there was no tomorrow, both aroused by their heaving bosoms moving in rhythm with each tribadic thrust.

In the adjacent office, Vivian's co-workers listened, hypnotized by the primal sounds emanating from within. Unable to resist the temptation, they started rubbing their pussies together as well. In the end, four women found themselves in climactic ecstasy, scissoring each other with maximum intensity.