Work parties are always an indescribable burden. Colleagues, co-workers, people you cannot stand, all locked in the same room. Sanna found herself at one of these parties with her husband. He had just taken on an important client, and to celebrate the good news, a party was held in one of the most sought-after places in the city. A penthouse that touched the clouds welcomed Sanna, as well as a large number of people. She smiled at every couple who came up to greet her and her husband before he disappeared to get “something to drink”.
Minutes passed, and Sanna felt like a fish out of water, a place where she did not belong. Strange faces continued to ignore her, while she just waited for her man. When patience reached its limit, Sanna started to approach the wine table, finding her husband standing with two glasses in her hand while smiling at a black woman. Sanna squared her from head to toe, noting the possible threat. Shapely, sexy, magnificent. That woman could easily be every man’s wet dream, even her own.
“Sanna!” the man said, smiling as he saw his wife approaching “Sorry, I stopped to talk.”
Sanna approached, sketching a smile, before turning towards the woman, who squared her as she took a small sip of champagne.
“Do you want to introduce us, darling?” asked Sanna without taking her eyes off the woman.
“How rude of me. Sanna, this is Ellie. She is the important client we have acquired. She is currently staying in the penthouse of this building. Ellie, this is Sanna.”
“His wife,” Sanna added treacherously, bringing her hand forward.
Ellie looked at the hand and then at the woman in front of her, then smiled as she grasped Sanna’s hand.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you. Your husband is truly a wonderful person. You are lucky to have him.”
The last words were like daggers to Sanna’s heart, the woman felt Ellie’s rancour hit her perfectly.
The two women stood still and stared at each other, continuing to clasp their hands in what was now no longer a friendly sign.
It was the man who interrupted the magic as he handed the glass to his beloved, causing both beauties to come to their senses.
“Now, if you’ll excuse us Ellie, we need to continue the round of greetings,” the man announced, smiling.
Ellie smiled back, casting fleeting glances at the woman in white.
“Not at all, it’s been a pleasure…” smiled the woman, a smile too open to be directed at a married man.
The black woman turned around, mingling with the rest of the guests. Sanna continued to watch the woman’s figure disappear before shifting her stern gaze to her man, grabbing his arm.
“How many times?” his wife asked, trying to keep her tone calm.
The man immediately felt the woman’s grip increase as his mind searched in vain for an excuse. He knew what Sanna could do, he could not get away with it.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“How many times have you slept together?” asked Sanna harshly, though hiding it with a fake smile.
The man felt his wife’s firm grip stop, giving him time to gather all his courage and spill the beans. It took a few seconds before the man accepted his unilateral defeat.
“Six times… after the contract,” said the man, defeated.
“And before?”
“Only once… then I convinced her to accept,” he finished, regretfully.
He knew that such a thing could not be tolerated by anyone. He is not a person who cheats for no reason. Maybe before, but not anymore. After seeing his wife destroy his mistress, he could no longer cheat. With Ellie, it was a working relationship. To safeguard his seat in management, he would have to convince a good company to join his cause. But sex with Ellie had bewitched him, almost as much as sex with his wife. The ebony woman was fiery and experienced, she knew how to capture a man.
What the man didn’t know was that his wife wasn’t remotely thinking about his betrayal. She felt an unnatural euphoria and excitement. After what happened with her husband’s lover, there was an unbridgeable emptiness inside her, an overwhelming desire for… domination. Meeting Ellie, feeling her presence threatening the marriage, and the knowledge that the other woman had also felt the excitement of the fight had turned Sanna on.
The woman had begun to search for the black woman with her eyes, while the man’s words entered her head. Another threat, another woman, another fight. She felt her nipples harden at the mere thought as she let go of the man’s arm. She had caught a glimpse of Ellie walking away from the party area, and she was sure she wanted to follow. Leaving the man with a determined smile, she plunged into the crowd. Her husband stood and watched her go. He recognised the look in his wife’s eyes as she searched for a new adversary, and cursed himself for not being able to follow her. His place was there, at the party, so that no one would notice the absence of the two goddesses engaged in a total confrontation.
People flowed fast and confused in front of Sanna, who kept moving through the large pile of people. Some of them smiled at her, others were annoyed by her carelessness. For Sanna, however, nothing mattered but finding the black woman. A black figure in the middle of a white sea, as striking as it was elusive. Leaving the crowd at last, Sanna took the only door in the room and stepped out into the dark marble corridor, her eyes searching for her prey.
Her eyes finally closed with as many jealous ones. A few steps away from her, Ellie waited anxiously at the closed lift doors. As Sanna turned to face the woman, a new light came into Ellie’s eyes before she went to unhook her bra and slip it into her bag. Sanna watched her new rival’s movements carefully, imitating her as she approached. The lift doors opened a second after Sanna reached Ellie, who stepped into the lift without taking her eyes off the woman in front of her.
After the doors closed again, the next few seconds were spent simply contemplating each other. From top to bottom, the two women leaning on opposite sides looked at each other carefully, dwelling on each woman’s generosity as they studied each other, and after an interminable amount of time, Ellie pressed the button for the penthouse. Turning to look at Sanna again, the ebony woman moved away from the wall, approaching the other woman. Sanna did the same, eventually meeting her rival in the middle of the lift, tits pressed together.
In silence, Sanna and Ellie kept their breasts pressed together, feeling how strong and dense the rival pair was. Staring into each other’s eyes, the two took to rolling their shoulders to slide their tits together. The sound of clothes rubbing against each other was slow and mesmerising as the two pairs of huge breasts began to get to know each other.
As their exchange gradually became more frantic, they both felt a sudden surge of jealousy for the other woman. Without ever having gotten to know each other before, they both felt the unnatural desire to dominate over the other woman.
“Bitch,” hissed Sanna, pressing her breasts against the woman.
Ellie stepped back a step, before returning and pushing her wife back a step.
“Bitch…” hissed Ellie, smiling, “are you jealous of me and your husband?”
Sanna growled, feeling the firmness of her rival’s breasts against hers.
“Jealous? Me?” Sanna’s voice suddenly became harsh “You have been playing with my husband, nothing else.”
The wife pushed forward, managing to earn a grunt from her rival before Ellie halted her advance.
Trying to push her back, Sanna managed to remain firmly in place.
“You’re lucky. Your husband is indeed a… great man.” hissed Ellie, rolling her shoulders “Too bad you’re not woman enough for him.”
“And you are? Bitch, you’re not on my level,” Sanna replied, grunting when chocolate breasts mingled with hers.
Ellie gritted her white teeth, pushing the woman away.
“By the end of this, you’ll understand that you can’t compete with me,” whispered the black woman, ramming her breasts against the rival pair.
Sanna felt herself being pushed back, losing what little advantage she had gained.
“Eventually, you will beg me to stop!” roared the wife, pushing forward.
But to her surprise, the rival breast remained motionless as she felt herself pushing against a wall. Ellie looked up at her smiling before pushing hard. Sanna groaned as she moved back a step, and then another, until she touched the wall behind her.
Pinned down, Sanna felt the full weight of her rival’s breasts on her chest as her flesh began to tremble from the effort of holding back the opposing pair. Ellie continued to ram her breasts against Sanna, smiling at every grunt from the woman.
“Looks like I won’t be the one begging,” Ellie hissed, backing away for another blow.
In that second, Sanna pushed herself against the ebony woman. The impact sent Ellie stumbling backwards as she tried not to fall. The wife pressed her again, pushing her tits into the chocolate pair.
When Ellie’s back touched the wall, Sanna’s body collided with hers a second later. The woman lost her breath as her wife forcefully rammed her breasts into the rival pair.
Ellie gritted her teeth as she felt the force of her wife’s tits trying to break her will.
“Bitch,” grunted Ellie.
“I’m going to teach you what happens… to touch my husband… bitch” hissed Sanna.
The wife kept her rival anchored to the wall, using her breasts as rams against the ebony pair. Ellie tried to push her attacker away but Sanna managed to thwart all efforts.
The sound of the arrival at the chosen floor stopped the clash. In the silence interrupted only by the grunts and groans of the women, the sound of the doors opening caught the attention of the two women. They had reached the attic without either of them noticing.
“Shall we continue inside?” asked Ellie, turning back to look at her opponent.
Sanna pressed her breasts against Ellie’s, pondering what to do. At that moment she had the upper hand, and to leave the lift was to lose what she had gained.
Despite these thoughts, the wife backed down. She was better than that woman, losing that small advantage would not change her ultimate victory. Ellie smiled, starting to exit the lift.
When the doors closed again, the two women stood in the middle of the huge living room. The white floor was accompanied by elegant dark coloured furniture, a minimalist style but presenting the elegance of the woman who lived there.
Sanna and Ellie exchanged haughty glances, both confident that they were better than the other. That fight was going to be brutal, absurd that the prize wasn’t there to witness it.
“We’ve warmed up enough,” Ellie said, removing her dress to reveal her magnificent breasts, “It’s time to get serious.”
Sanna immediately lowered her gaze, unable to resist the temptation to see those ebony tits.
“Not bad,” the wife replied, revealing her own tits, “but mine are better.”
Ellie’s eyes quickly lowered to Sanna’s pink breasts, admitting that she was in awe of such a couple.
The last limit to being able to have that man all to herself was that pair of tits.
Turning to look at each other again, they nodded before lifting their breasts with their hands… and taking a deep breath, they charged at each other.
Grunts mingled together as they began to slam their breasts together vigorously. Ellie’s larger breasts seemed to do more damage to her rival with each head-on collision. Sanna, on the other hand, managed to push her tits against the rival pair several times, so as not to allow her opponent to do more damage to her than necessary.
As the room filled with the meaty slaps of the two women, combined with the grunts that rhythmically came out of both of them, the sheen of sweat began to appear on their bodies.
Swinging their huge breasts, Ellie and Sanna felt perfectly the weight of the rival breasts against their own, each time their tits collided violently and quickly.
Both couples bounced wildly, before returning to the attack against the rival breasts. Each woman continued to shoot their breasts forward, gritting their teeth to win this duel to the last breast.
After a few minutes, as the sweat leapt freely along with the first splashes of milk from each couple’s constant damage, and the thunderous slaps echoed off the walls, Ellie’s larger breasts began to displace Sanna’s.
With each collision, the milk lost by the wife seemed somehow greater than the chocolate pair, the vanilla breasts rippling more with each impact.
Sanna couldn’t hold back a gasp as Ellie charged forward grinning evilly, slamming her breasts completely into her rival’s.
Groaning, the two women continued to slam their tits together, decreasing the space between them so that their nipples would slip and rub into rival flesh as they struggled.
“What’s going on… white bitch?” taunts Ellie as the two huge couples crush each other “Are you at your… limit yet?”
Sanna moans as she feels milk leaking from her nipples. Part of her breasts are wet from her and Ellie’s milk, but she feels that she is at a disadvantage.
“I’m going to destroy you… bitch!” the wife replied.
Ellie grunted as she pumped and squeezed her breasts against Sanna’s pair, exchanging quick and brutal blows in the small space between their bodies, nipples meeting point to point in the battle.
Grasping each other by the arms, the two women continuously move their chests, beginning to grind and rub their breasts together, causing milk and sweat to mix on their aching flesh, staring into each other’s eyes with hatred.
With a series of brutal blows, Sanna’s legs shake until she stumbles. Ellie wastes no time and charges forward. The two women fall to the ground, and the ebony woman lands on top of her wife. Sanna immediately throws her arms around her rival’s sweaty back, continuing to squeeze as Ellie moans as she tries to resist Sanna’s attempts to turn the tables.
Despite pushing her breasts upwards with all her might, Sanna was unable to push Ellie to the side as she moaned as she felt her breasts lose the perfect shape they have always had.
The struggling breasts swelled more and more as the nipples met in the flesh before letting out any milk. The two women were so attached that had they not had different coloured skin it would have been impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
As the fight continued, Sanna felt Ellie’s turgid nipples piercing her flesh. Squeezing harder, the two women began to writhe to do as much damage as possible, hissing and moaning in pain.
“He… is mine… bitch,” moaned Ellie, rubbing her pair downwards.
Ellie knew that all she had to do to win was to continue to hold her rival beneath her. Their war of attrition would reach its end with her winning.
“No… it’s mine…” hissed Sanna, gritting her teeth as she felt defeat approaching.
The wife felt an incessant desire to escape the situation. When she had started the fight, she had never expected to find herself in that situation.
With a deep breath, Sanna tried again to push her breasts upwards as hard as she could. Feeling the pain radiating through her body, she continued to push as Ellie groaned in surprise. After a few seconds of agony, Ellie screamed her defeat in the test of strength, being pushed to the side.
“Give it up, bitch!” roared Sanna, climbing on top of Ellie.
The vanilla pair broke into the ebony pair, and Ellie countered forcefully, wrapping her arms around her wife’s shoulders and pulling her against her.
“Never, bitch!” replied Ellie, increasing the pressure on their breasts.
With a deep, long breath, the two women began to rub their nipples together and squeeze their breasts mercilessly. Sanna began to grind her breasts from above into the rival pair, beginning to deform under her weight.
Ellie began to push her own breasts upwards, trying to reverse their positions again. The breasts swelled enormously as they were bathed in more drops of milk.
Despite Sanna’s efforts, Ellie managed to push her off. With a scream, Sanna rolled onto her side, pulling away so that the other woman could not get back on top of her.
Forcing themselves back to their feet, the two women staggered slightly before regaining their balance. Their breasts were now almost empty, drooping downwards after all the damage and milk lost.
Panting, they exchanged hate-filled glances again before slamming back together, leaning on each other as their breasts were battered once more.\
Slowly and brutally, Sanna pushed Ellie back until the woman touched the wall behind her. Groans and grunts came out of their mouths as Ellie pushed back, driving Sanna to the opposite wall.
Sanna pushed back again, making Ellie gendered as her breasts squirted milk with each stroke. The ebony woman pushed forward, her breasts seeming to flatten Sanna’s pair for a second, before her wife pushed back and her pair began to flatten the chocolate breasts.
Everything around began to shake and flicker as the two women continued to fight incessantly back and forth. Ellie wrapped her arms around Sanna’s back, holding her close as their breasts slid over each other.
“Do you feel it…? My tits are… crushing yours…” hissed Ellie between moans.
“No… I just feel… your breasts deforming…” replied Sanna, hugging Ellie in the same way as Ellie threw her head back, moaning.
Their breasts continued to swell together, bathing in milk as they were pressed against each other. Screams of pain and moans of agony escaped both women’s lips before they released each other, stumbling backwards.
Screaming in pain, Ellie and Sanna came charging back, meeting each other with a resounding slap. Drops of milk and sweat fell to the floor as they took to pounding their tits together, beating each other mercilessly.
“Oh my fucking God, my tits! My tits!” Ellie screamed after Sanna swung her breasts at the rival pair.
The woman’s nipples squirted more milk before Sanna returned with another swing. Ellie’s body helplessly followed the direction of her wife’s blows, moaning with each impact.
With a final, brutal swing, Ellie screamed in pain as her breasts were destroyed by Sanna’s flushed pair. The ebony woman staggered backwards, falling to the floor with her back against the wall behind her.
Sanna rushed at her, thrusting her breasts into Ellie’s empty pair. The woman gasped helplessly as her wife’s breasts completely crushed hers against her chest.
The wife, kneeling between her rival’s spread legs, continued to abuse the chocolate breasts with her own, ramming and pushing her tits against the woman’s lifeless pair.
Ellie stood by, crying as her breasts followed the directions imposed by Sanna’s stronger pair. The wife smiled wearily, before hugging the woman so that her breasts were fully in contact with the defeated pair.
“Don’t you ever try to touch my husband again, bitch,” Sanna hissed into Ellie’s ear.
The woman nodded, feeling how her lifeless breasts were useless against her wife’s still firm pair, flattening her chocolate tits against Ellie’s chest. The black woman only felt a sense of relief as her wife’s wet breasts pulled away from her pair.
Looking up weakly, she felt her rival’s body rise slightly from its position. Sanna stood there, kneeling in front of Ellie, proud and with her breasts thrust upwards. Her tits were no longer as lush as they once were, beginning to droop downwards, but they were still ready to fight. Bringing her chest closer to the chocolate woman’s face, Sanna grabbed the back of Ellie’s head.
“Clean my breasts, you husband-stealing bitch,” she ordered with a grin from her wife.
Panting wearily, Ellie gave her one last hateful look before she gave up all resistance and indulged the better woman. She took out her tongue and began to work the lower flesh of her white breast, removing all the drops of sweat and milk that remained there. To Sanna, it felt like a dog was licking her tits, Ellie’s tongue cleaning all her sore flesh. As Ellie’s mouth moved closer to her nipples, Sanna’s breathing increased in ecstasy. Her turgid nipples rewarded the black woman with small drops of milk, which fell directly into her mouth as she sucked on Sanna’s tips.
The woman was at Sanna’s mercy, her wife could have easily pulled that tired, defeated face towards her against her breasts and smothered her with her tits. Yet, inside her that idea disappeared after a few seconds, remembering how close she had come to defeat a few minutes before.
Sanna let go of Ellie’s head, which leaned against the wall. The tearful woman’s eyes watched silently as her wife stood up and walked away to recompose her figure. After a few minutes, Ellie was left alone to contemplate her defeat.
***
Sanna returned to the party after putting herself together. Her dress now struggled to hide her swollen breasts, but she didn’t care. For her, it was like a war trophy, her breasts had won. Her husband greeted her with a smile.
“How did it go?” the man asked.
Sanna kissed him softly, grasping his manhood through his trousers without being seen.
“Your wife proved to be the best once again,” Sanna replied proudly.
The man stroked her hair, pulling it back from her forehead. She was so beautiful and happy that she looked like a child.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear, making her smile.
“Me too… but from now on…” she replied, “I want to meet all the women who threaten my marriage, okay?”
The man looked at her with wonder and excitement. Could there have been a more beautiful declaration of love? A clear and meaningful challenge to every man’s lover.
“You want my husband? You have to beat me first!”
The End
