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Fireworks On The Fourth Of July
By Wolfboy
Sara meets her private challenger one on one
After her recent Hong Kong Syndicate title defence, a successful demolition of an old rival in Raven Steele, Sara had found herself challenged by a woman who had watched the fight from the crowd. This wasn’t to be a public challenge though, it wasn’t made by someone rushing into the cage to issue a direct challenge to the champion for a shot at the belt. This had been discreetly done by the woman in question, delivered in private backstage, with no claim made for a shot at Sara’s Hong Kong title. All this woman wanted was a chance to fight who she felt to be the best catfighter out there. She’d been respectful and polite. She’d given Sara the chance to see what she was capable of with a USB drive that contained footage of her last fight. She’d even asked Sara, watch it, see if you think I’m worthy of it when you do, and if you think that, then let’s talk. Sara promised she’d watch the fight on the drive; now she had, and she was turning the business card that she’d been given by the woman over in her hands, with some interest.
Sara was hot and bothered, partly from the weather which nearing the end of June was really starting to warm up, and not particularly nicely either. It was hot and humid. It wasn’t the only thing that had made her hot and bothered though; the action on the USB drive had turned out to be every bit as thrilling as any catfight that Sara had seen. It started with the women, both lawyers, entering the room where thin wrestling mats were placed at the centre, wearing their business attire, while a sole observer sat with his back to the camera. This was a prospective client with a lucrative piece of business to offer to one law firm, and having done his research very well, he’d found two lawyers prepared to take part in a unique tender process. They would fight to a complete submission with anything legal below the neck, and the winner would get the work. Both had stripped down in the room, the blonde woman first to a black thong and matching bra in lace and satin that just about protected her modesty. Then Tameka, the black woman who had challenged Sara had stripped as well, to just a gold thong that really hid absolutely nothing of her physique that was every bit as impressive as Sara recalled. ‘Get your fat tits out bitch’ Tameka told her blonde counterpart. The blonde scowled at her, but did so as apparently fighting topless was one of the agreed rules for the contest.
A brief preamble followed with each fighter introducing themselves to the prospective client. Tameka was 5 feet 10 inches tall, 188lbs had 40DD breasts, and a record of 19 wins and only 1 loss. Tameka was 37 years old; the same age as Sara she noted. The blonde woman, Meghan, was an inch shorter but ten pounds heavier, had 42F breasts, had 12 wins and 2 losses and was 45 years old. Now the two faced off at the centre of the matted area, and there was no obvious signal before a rip roaring catfight got underway. Hair was pulled, and slaps crashed into bodies. Then it escalated, Meghan punching in to the breasts of the powerful black lawyer who responded in kind. Low centre of gravity saw Meghan able to take the fight to ground quickly and it never came back up from there, even though it was far from over.
As she looked at the business card again, Sara played those highlights back in her head. Tameka trapped in a side head scissors, hair pulled fiercely and having her breasts whipped with slap after slap. Meghan trapped with Tameka’s knee on her belly, thong ripped aside while Tameka took tufts of the blonde bush from between her legs and littered the mats with it. Tameka spending an inordinate amount of time in a reverse face sit by Meghan who hammered at her breasts and body with her fists before complaining that she’d been bitten. A scissor hold applied by Tameka’s rippling thighs right over Meghan’s breasts that had the blonde moaning that her tits were going to burst. Finally, the coup de grace from Tameka, demanding Meghan moo like a dairy cow as she trapped her face down on the mat, wrenched her chest clear of the mat with a fierce hair pull, and then worked her breast with the clear intention of milking the blonde lawyer. There had been tears before milk from the proud blonde woman, and then Tameka’s nails dug into her increasingly sensitive breast, turning the tears into those of submission from Meghan. Sara had been almost breathless watching it, pure, hard and uncompromising catfighting between two tough women.
She looked at the business card in her hand once more, and picked up her phone, calling the number on there. It went to answer phone, but Sara’s message was short and to the point. ‘Tameka, it’s Sara. I watched your fight. I’m in. You’ve got my number from this. Let’s talk…’
* * * *
Talk had lead to discussion, and in turn that had paved the way to an agreement on a set of rules for the agreed fight. Tameka had covered travel costs and a little more for Sara. And that was how the strawberry blonde Hong Kong syndicate champion had found herself standing in the warm 4th of July sunshine, on a lawn, at the rear of a nice house in a small town a few miles outside of the metropolitan area of Washington DC. She wasn’t stood there alone on the grass either. There wasn’t a crowd, but one other person stood there opposite her, the lawyer Tameka Jackson, the woman who had wanted the chance to fight Sara. The woman who had chosen this house also, knowing it allowed her the privacy to indulge her love of fighting other woman as secluded as it was. Now the two looked at each other across an expanse of finely manicured lawn, each with their hands on their hips, summed dressed hanging loosely around their bodies. ‘So you really want to do this huh?’ Sara asked the lawyer across the lawn.
‘Yes I do, so get your fat tits out’ she told Sara. There was a smile on her face but a steely look in her eyes.
‘I thought that you might say that’ Sara replied. There was a smile on her face too, hiding a similar look of intent as she pulled off the red summer dress over her head and dropped it to the grass.
‘Red….predictable’ Tameka remarked seeing the tiny red g-string the powerful strawberry blonde had elected to fight in. Then she removed her own summer dress to reveal that she too had chosen a g-string to fight in, hers in gold, just like in the video where she had fought Meghan.
‘So, I’m Tameka. I’m 5 feet 10 inches tall, 185lbs, 40DD-28-42. I’m 38 years old and I have a record of 20 wins and 1 loss’ the lawyer said, hands on hips as she stared confidently across at Sara.
‘Well then, that would make me Sara. I’m 5 feet 8 inches tall, 168lbs, 38DD-29-40 and I’m also 38 years old. I have a record of 46 wins and 15 losses’ Sara told Tameka, confidently returning the gaze that would no doubt have intimidated plenty of women, some on this very lawn before.
‘Remember’ Tameka said now, ‘anything goes below the neckline. No time limit until one submits the match. The grass is all in bounds. I figure the flower beds are too if it comes to it. And I’m going to milk your tits dry’ she told Sara.
‘Fair enough, I see that it’s your thing. Well, plenty have tried and failed’ she said, before gesturing Tameka to come in closer. ‘I’ll shake your hand now because I respect you and the way that you’ve challenged me’ she told Tameka, who accepted the sporting gesture. ‘At the end, you can shake it again when I’ve beaten your ass all over this lawn’ she told the powerfully imposing black woman.
‘Well, lets see then’ Tameka said, and she went for Sara who found herself just taken aback for a second by the ferocious double hair grab from Tameka as she found her head wrenched back painfully. She was a woman used to taking on a tough strong opponent though, immediately she chopped in a right hand on the waistband of Tameka’s gold g-string. The black woman’s abs absorbed that well enough, but Sara went in again, and a hand was out of her hair now. Not a defensive move from Tameka though, it was used to deliver a slap and grab to Sara’s right breast in an early test as Tameka’s strong fingers searched Sara’s breast for weakness. Sara wasn’t going to fold from one breast squeeze of course, but she knew Tameka’s style, with her stated intent to milk her, would be to get her hands on her breasts at every single opportunity. She cut the black woman off this time, sharply, with a knee to the body. Taking advantage of that, Sara kicked to the inside of Tameka’s left thigh, spreading her just a little, before she tried to explode a knee lift into the front of that gold g-string. An early crotch buster could have been telling, but instead what showed was that Tameka knew how to look after herself in a fight. She blocked Sara’s knee, pushing it down with her fingers interlocked to form a strong double fist, and then broke her fingers apart as she shifted focus quickly to deliver a heavy downward slap to the top of Sara’s right breast.
‘Bitch!’ Sara moaned, noting that one had left a make of a red hand print on the top of her breast. Something Tameka smiled at as she just told Sara ‘going to milk you girl!’
The two were a few paces apart now, Sara having moved back after taking the heavy tit slap, and their bare feet moved across the soft grass lightly as they circled in a pattern that slowly continued to reduce the distance between them. Suddenly they were both in range, and Sara struck with a kick to the stomach, snapped out with speed to surprise Tameka. The black woman had a powerful and solid body, designed to take some punishment, but it was clear the kick had found it’s mark, making her gasp for air for a moment as the effect washed over her. Sara gave her no time for that to happen, grabbing the hair and using a flying hair mare to send Tameka to the grass on her butt. Immediately, Sara dropped in behind her and wrapped her thighs in around Tameka’s body, deploying that impressive power she’d built there to put the squeeze on the lawyer. ‘Slut!’ Tameka hissed, tensing her body to resist the very worst of things. Sara had plans, hooking her arms under Tameka’s; the keister bump was something she’d learned fighting professionally and she planned to use it, but knew she might need that little bit more for it to really work on Tameka. Her hands closed over Tameka’s big breasts, mauling them for a moment, disguising her intent for the briefest moment, before using that grip to shift 185lbs in to the air before slamming her down to the grass, butt first.
‘OH SHIT!’ Tameka cried out, feeling that impact wash over her as Sara slapped and grabbed both breasts again from behind. ‘Wanna go up again bitch?’ she asked the black woman who’s answer was to get her hands on to Sara’s to try and prise them off her breasts. As she did it, Sara rocked back again, demonstrating the power to deliver the hold with some ease. This time too, Tameka showed the ability to learn quickly though, and at the top of her arc through the air, she shifted her weight and Sara’s plans turned into a bit of a mess as 185lbs of powerful lawyer crashed down on to her in an untidy splash.
‘Yes I do, slut!’ Tameka laughed as Sara gasped for breath, and she took advantage to send two more punches in, one to each breast, knowing each blow softened her opponent up. At that point, she had no intention of bringing Sara back up to her feet, knowing that she could work on a downed opponent with relish. Tameka shifted so that she could straddle Sara’s body, her thick and powerful thighs just squeezing in at Sara’s sides a little to control as she sat on the strawberry blonde’s stomach. A slap rocked Sara’s face to the side before a firm handful of hair wrenched it back the other way. Then, keeping her right hand in the hair, Tameka started to light up Sara with a series of heavy slaps, almost totally targetting Sara’s breasts. ‘Fucking bitch!’ Sara moaned, feeling the heavy impact and the way Tameka just dug her fingers in to her breast as each slap landed. ‘Yeah!’ Tameka agreed with Sara, slapping her face and then ragging her head around by the hair with enthusiasm now. ‘I am’ she admitted, and then she leaned in close, and dug her fingers into Sara’s right breast, squeezing again, but with a slight motion working down the breast towards the nipple. Sara recognised what it was, an early attempt to start the milking process by Tameka, and she wanted no part of it. She swung a couple of punches into the black lawyer’s breasts now, hard blows, but Tameka shook them off for now, and gave Sara another little squeeze with her thighs. Tameka continued to work the breast as well, a slow, easy rhythm about her work there, content to take her time and work the strawberry blonde’s breasts over in her own time.
It was starting to earn her some moans of discomfort at least from Sara, but there was also no real defending against it either just yet from Sara. Instead, her intent was still on attack, whipping a couple of punches across Tameka’s body, only to realise that she truly was a solidly built woman as the blows just seemed to bounce off her. Sara was undeterred though, knowing that even the strongest women could be broken by consistent, well placed and hard body punching. She hacked away with a couple of punches again, this time hearing the slight gasp as she sunk into the black woman’s body a second time. ‘Cunt’ Tameka hissed quietly, still working on the breast as she pulled Sara’s hand away from pushing at her face for the moment. She still felt in a degree of control as Sara went back to the body, weakly this time causing the lawyer to question if Sara was ‘getting tired already bitch?’ That the question was followed quickly by her screeching in a surprised anguish as Sara assaulted her vision with an eye rake, suggested Sara wasn’t tiring at all just yet. The strawberry blonde followed it with uppercuts to both of Tameka’s heavy DD breasts, and with a shift of her hips, she was able to roll Tameka into the soft grass of the lawn.
‘My fucking eyes’ Tameka moaned, still kicking out blindly as she tried to defend against where she thought Sara was while her vision cleared.
‘Toughen up bitch….you’re fighting with a pro now, not some fat bitch lawyer!’ Sara admonished Tameka, and the sound of her voice made the black woman realise that Sara wasn’t quite where she thought she had been. Turning towards the sound, she groaned loudly as she took a kick to the breasts, and Sara wasted no time in getting her to all fours, so that she could step over her, straddling her back, She kept a hand in the hair for the moment, just turning Tameka’s head a little as she reached for her left breast and started to just work it in a style no too dissimilar to how Tameka had gone after her earlier. Similarly, it earned Sara some light moans and groans too, not those of a woman in severe trouble, but a recognition of the tactic being used. Unlike Sara who had been content to attack while being worked like that, Tameka went to the defensive quickly, looking to grab at Sara’s wrist. That left her wide open to a counter though as Sara jumped, crashed her butt down on Tameka’s back and flattened her in the grass. She was a little winded as she went face down to the grass leaving Sara to question for a moment why she’d gone to the defensive so quickly. Did Tameka have tits that were particularly sensitive to milking perhaps? As she went to Tameka’s hair, grabbing the jet black coloured locks to bring her up and send her over in a hair mare throw, Sara’s mind quickly replayed Tameka’s fight with Meghan. No, she realised, the two lawyers had worked each other’s tits with abandon throughout that match, so maybe it was more something in her technique that had triggered the defensive response?
Whatever it was, she had still been thinking about it as she launched herself at the prone black woman in a flying splash, and she paid for her lack of attention. She landed heavily on Tameka certainly, but it was on her upturned knees that Sara landed, driving all of the air out of her body as she did so, putting Tameka back in the driving seat.
‘Fighting a pro?’ Tameka mocked Sara now. ‘Well that was a rookie mistake, bitch!’ she continued, setting up to go on the attack now with a kick to Sara’s breasts as she lay flat on her back, trying to catch her breath. That was the kind of sharp blow to sting Sara back into action, but she just rose straight into the powerful arms of Tameka who scooped her straight into a body slam. Now Sara discovered that the soft lawn wasn’t quite as soft as she’d thought it to be, the impact of her landing there just snatching her breath away for a moment as she tried to roll clear. Tameka wasn’t about to allow that, pulling Sara to her back by her hair and her arm, before her right foot was on Sara’s right breast. Once again it was a chance to soften Sara up for her intended end game as her bare foot ‘massaged’ Sara’s breast for a moment, before a short stomp had the strawberry blonde moaning ‘FUUCCK!’ as she finally rolled away, clutching her breast.
Tameka wasn’t a woman in a rush, taking her time as she savoured being on top in the fight as she went after Sara slowly, catching her in the half rise, positioned for a hard knee lift up into the breasts now. Sara groaned loudly as that struck home, and Tameka smiled ‘they’ll be leaking soon enough bitch; as she kept Sara upright with a good grip of the hair. ‘Fuck off’ Sara moaned, ramming an elbow back into Tameka’s body to give her pause for thought for the moment, realising that Sara was a long way from done yet in the fight. Then she used the hair to throw Sara across the lawn, and although the strawberry blonde took the landing about as well as anyone could, she still found herself more than a little winded, with her legs in one of the flower beds around the lawn. ‘You’ll pay for that you bitch!’ Tameka laughed now as she closed in on Sara again, ‘they’re my fucking prized azaleas!’ she chided as she stalked across to continue this latest onslaught on Sara.
‘Stupid slut’ Sara groaned, as Tameka went to her hair. ‘You threw me there!’ she pointed out, punctuating that fact with a hard elbow to the stomach that slowed Tameka up as it slammed home. The black woman was suddenly in a state of confusion, dazed in front of Sara as she rose to slap her face, then pump a knee lift aiming for Tameka’s crotch. Her thick thighs took the brunt of it, but nevertheless, she was in trouble as Sara now snaked a hand between her legs, and lifted her. This was rare territory for Tameka the look on her face betrayed as it had been pretty unusual for her to be slammed by any other woman she’d faced yet, and she found that she was anticipating the impact even before Sara dropped her to the ground. The landing was a little softer than Tameka anticipated though, but perhaps more lefy, as Sara dumped her unceremoniously on the border, right on top of those azaleas.
‘Sorry bitch….couldn’t hold you up there any longer!’ Sara laughed as she used the hair to force a fuming Tameka from the border. The black woman swung wildly for Sara, a high haymaker that Sara ducked under, then sunk in a hard right hand to the body. Tameka gasped loudly this time, groaning ‘ooofff!’ as it was pretty clear to Sara she’d struck home with some effect now to punish her. Taking advantage further, Sara used a waist-lock on the still reeling lawyer, lifting her to drop her one leg either side of her outstretched leg in a pussy pounding atomic drop. That pain immediately washed through Tameka as she tried desperately to adjust to it before Sara lashed her breasts with a heavy chop. A downward slap followed from Sara, clearly starting to target Tameka’s big breasts now so that she could soften them, and in turn Tameka, up. Another slap to the face warmed Tameka’s cheek as Sara stormed into her, sending a knee to the body and in one smooth motion, she rolled the black woman across her hip and dropped her to the grass unceremoniously. Now Tameka writhed in some pain, moaning lightly as she tried to catch her breath and Sara was on her quickly, dropping a leg across her heaving breasts. Sara’s thick thigh was part of the softening up process, crashing into big sensitive breasts, before she moved into place, straddling Tameka so that she was sat low on her stomach. It looked like the prelude for the super smother such was her positioning, but today, that move was far from her plans. Instead, she just sunk her fingers hungrily into Tameka’s breasts, a double claw hold at first, squeezing and massaging them in almost equal measure, with just enough force to make Tameka realise her intent again.
‘Uh-uh bitch!’ she complained from below, hands grabbing for and trying to prise Sara’s hands off her breast as she felt the way the strawberry blonde was working her now.
‘Mmm-hmm slut!’ Sara replied as her hand was slowly prised away, but she shook Tameka’s grip off to switch to a double handed maul of the right breast now. She knew she was on to something straight away with the way that Tameka’s body reacted now. It was like a small jolt of electricity had passed through her as she felt Sara’s breast work becoming increasingly effective.
‘What’s the matter bitch?’ Sara taunted now, working her fingers deep into the sensitive breast, watching as Tameka’s eyes flared, then screwed shut, as the lawyer tried to resist what Sara was doing to her. ‘Don’t you like it when someone treats you as their own fucking dairy cow?’ Sara mocked now, feeling for all the word that she was close to forcing milk from the powerful black woman. Tameka had stopped resisting, she wasn’t trying to pull Sara’s arms free any more; Sara thought that she might just have her now. ‘Submit or I’ll milk youuugghhhh!’ she taunted, the last part of the taunt turning into a deep seated groan as Tameka slammed her fist into Sara’s stomach. Sara’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ shape as the air rushed from her body even before Tameka struck again. It was the first punch had been low enough, landing on the waistband of Sara’s g-string, then this one was lower still, a definite crotch shot, and Sara groaned loudly, pitching forward so that she lay on top of Tameka, trying to suck air in greedily.
As luck would have it, for Sara it seemed at first, she had landed with her breasts in the face of Tameka. The super smother opportunity was upon her by chance, and although she was troubled by the body punches she’d just taken, she took the opening, her legs fighting for control of Tameka’s with the grapevine. In itself, that was a mighty struggle to get any control of Tameka’s powerful legs, but she managed it after a fashion, not really spreading her, but at least subduing her for a moment. Her breasts were heavily in the lawyers face too as she taunted ‘bet you never expected to get smothered out by a superior set of tits on your own lawn did you, bitch?!’
‘Fuck you!’ Tameka moaned, trying to get her head to the side to catch a breath a little. Sara had her trapped, enough that her voice was muffled, but she’d not wrapped her arms up around her head yet to really secure the hold. As she asked Tameka to ‘speak up bitch, I didn’t quite catch that!’, suddenly her eyes went wide with surprise. That movement of her head had allowed Tameka to take a breath, but more importantly Sara learned now, it had also allowed the black woman to take a mouthful of her right breast as well. She gripped it with her teeth, lightly enough but securely to make sure that Sara wasn’t getting away easily. Her tongue flicked at the nipple for the briefest of moments, and then she started to suck hard, the force of her sucking just adding to her earlier efforts at massaging Sara’s breast as she tried to milk her. It was then that Sara moaned loudly, realising that the half attempt at the super smother had inadvertently put her in a position of real danger in the fight. Tameka didn’t care, she continued to suck on the breast like she owned it, determined to force the strawberry blonde to express milk, knowing that then she could sink her nails in and maybe just force Sara close to submission.
‘Fuck’ Sara moaned, quietly, a look of real concern on her face. She could see that Tameka had her right where she wanted her right now. She tried to use the grapevine to spread Tameka’s legs further, knowing that pain might be the catalyst to make her relinquish her breast grip. She could barely move the iron thighs of the black lawyer though as she felt the sucking work of Tameka just starting to take an increasing effect on her. Tameka couldn’t see it from her position under Sara, but she could possibly feel it; there was a look of desperation about Sara just now. She elected to forego the grapevine, hoping that would help her to break free of the clutches of Tameka, but the black woman reacted the quicker to trap Sara in a body scissors, letting her feel her powerful thighs in a different way now. ‘Mnnnnggghhhhh!’ Sara groaned loudly, feeling the tight prison caused by those thighs tightly wrapped around her body. Tameka wouldn’t waste effort asking her if she wanted to submit; that would be to relinquish her breast attack in order to speak, and she continued to suck away with great focus, while she tensed her thighs and really put the squeeze on. She knew Sara would submit to her when she was good and ready.
The problem for Tameka was that as much as Sara was in pain, trapped in a dire position, she was also a determined and resourceful woman. She wouldn’t lose to this fucking amateur her mind told her, no matter how good this fucking amateur was at fighting. She cried out again in pain, once more caused by that tight scissor hold around her body as Tameka flexed her thighs. Then Sara struck back. On her knees between Tameka’s legs, she pumped a knee straight into the black woman’s crotch. It was time for Tameka’s face to register shock now as she gasped in pain, losing her grip of Sara’s now quite swollen and reddened breast. Still in place beneath Sara, she took another knee to the crotch, a hard shot delivered with intent that felt to Sara like it had taken some of the fight out of Tameka at that instant. Then Sara made her shriek in anguish, deploying that move to great effect for the second time in the fight.
‘FUCKING EYES!’ Tameka howled loudly as her eyes watered and she struggled to clear her vision thanks to Sara’s attack.
‘FUCKING PUSSY….stop your moaning!’ Sara mocked her, using a handful of breast and one of hair to force the ailing lawyer to her feet now. She slapped her face hard, content to let Tameka reel away from her for a moment, so she could assess the damage that she’d suffered to her breast. There was little doubt in her mind that she could ill afford to find herself on the wrong end of another sustained breast attack from Tameka now, but she also knew that it was precisely what Tameka would look to do given the chance. She turned the black woman by her shoulder now, and buried her knee deep into her belly, a hard hitting attack that had Tameka trying to suck in breath before a follow up knee lift to the breasts sent her flat to her back on the grass.
‘Oh….shit!’ Tameka moaned as Sara laughed ‘yeah, you could say that’ before cruelly delivering a knee drop straight to Tameka’s breasts now. The fighting lawyer screeched in pain, Sara smiled, slapped her face hard, and then got back up realising that she had Tameka in a heap of trouble right now. She wanted to keep her that way, but she knew that the super smother was now really out of bounds for her to use. Instead she continued to soften Tameka up, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs before sending a stomp to her belly to send her rolling across the grass moaning loudly. ‘What was it you wanted to do to me bitch?’ Sara asked as she followed her so that she could send a kick across Tameka’s breasts as she stopped rolling. That brought another groan of pain from the black woman, a desperate attempt too at getting to her feet, knowing that if she stayed down, Sara was going to just wear her out. ‘You wanted to milk me didn’t you?’ she continued, using a knee to the side of the right breast just at the point Tameka was half way up from the grass, to flatten her again. The softening up process used by the strawberry blonde was perhaps a little more hard hitting and direct, but there was no doubt it was pretty effective as she allowed Tameka half way up again. This time Sara was waiting to trap her head between her thighs as she lurked behing her before stepping in. Two hands were in the hair of the black woman, she pulled hard, then squeezed her even harder with her thighs to show Tameka that she too could dish out the pain with her thighs.
Tameka moaned loudly, but there was a brief moment now where she gripped on to Sara’s thighs and looked like she was trying to lift the strawberry blonde on her shoulders. It was a dangerous moment for Sara, but she rode it out, keeping her feet just about planted on the ground, before she reached round and started to squeeze and massage Tameka’s right breast. Late in what had been a tough fight, that took a toll on the black woman and her legs just buckled a little, letting Sara use her weight to force Tameka face down in the grass. It was almost a face sit position that Sara found herself in, but she was sat on the back of Tameka’s head, pressing her face into the soft grassy lawn. It was hardly the position she wanted, considering her desire to milk Tameka, although it might have had the potential to force a smother with the aid of the ground. Instead, she decided to grab the hair and almost mop the lawn with Tameka’s face for a moment, all the time shifting her position back down the black woman’s body, so that she was sat nearer to her lower back,
Now that hand in Tameka’s hair helped Sara to lift her face out of the dirt, noticing that some of the blades of grass had stuck to the sweat there. ‘You really are a dirty bitch now!’ Sara quipped, cutting off any chance of a reply from Tameka with a straight fingered thrust to the top of her right breast, allowing her sharp nails to give the black woman a jolt of pain. ‘Guess what slut’ Sara continued now, using a downward punch to further soften Tameka’s breast up for her aims. Over the loud cry of pain, she told her ‘well, I’m going to milk you now….it’s time that it was you being someone’s dairy cow!’ she confidently stated.
‘No!’ Tameka cried out. ‘DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!’ she admonished, only to find that Sara wasn’t listening to her as she started to squeeze and massage her right breast from it’s very root to the nipple, adding in a tweak of the nipple each time for good measure.
‘Or you’ll what?’ Sara taunted her, ‘you’re mine now Tameka!’ she told her with confidence, slowly but firmly working the breast and enjoying the way the confident and powerful black woman let out a little whimper each time she tweaked the nipple. She knew that her work was slowly starting to take effect.
‘I’ll fucking get youoooohhh!’ Tameka tried to complain, only to have her last work turned into a long moan of pain by the strawberry blonde riding her back as she just used her nails on the nipple this time.
‘I think it’s best you save all that energy for submitting to me bitch!’ Sara helpfully advised, adding ‘after you’ve leaked your milk all over this nice lawn that it!’ And the action, for what it was, continued in that vein for now, Sara keeping Tameka pinned flat to the ground, one hand wrapped up in her hair to present her right breast perfectly to work on while her thighs just squeezed lightly at her sides.
‘NO!’ Tameka exclaimed, almost as if she was trying to convince herself that this situation simply couldn’t be happening to her even as Sara’s fingers worked her with a degree of expertise. She stayed still though now, almost like she was gathering herself for one last effort to escape, or maybe she was already a spent force, her reserves of energy depleted by the punishing fight. ‘Oh yes…..moo bitch! Come on…...moooo!’ Sara taunted as the inevitable surge of energy came now from Tameka as she tried desperately to dislodge her opponent. The strawberry blonde rode it well for the moment, legs just gripping the squirming sides of Tameka while her hand in the hair acted almost like reigns to help her ride out the attempt. She did stop working the breast for a moment, but only to rebuke Tameka with two short slaps to the face. Then she was back to working the breast, her fingers working more around the nipple now as she facied she was entering the end game. ‘You’re going nowhere Tameka’ Sara taunted, then her face took on a thoughtful expression as she offered her ‘submit, and maybe I won’t milk you, bitch!’
‘Fuck you slut!’ Tameka shot back, going on ‘I’ll fucking get you for this!’ as she started to struggle again. Sara was ready for this burst of energy though, and she was able to surprise Tameka, this time going with the black woman’s momentum to roll her to her back, still between her thighs. It might have seemed like a bad choice, but as Sara’s legs closed tight around Tameka’s body, they trapped her arms as well; now Tameka had almost no defence against the breast work of Sara, other than to grin and bear it as she tried to rub the back of her head into Sara’s face in desperate defence. Now the hand Sara had in her hair came back into play though, and with the hair tightly bunched at the back of her head in Sara’s grip, she found she was controlled. Unable to complete that move, she shuddered and moaned then as Sara started to work the breast again, telling her ‘it’s milking time!’
‘Noooo!’ Tameka whined as she felt Sara’s fingers starting to work on her with an expertise she’d noted in the very first exchanges of the fight. She was in trouble she knew, her breast feeling swollen and heavy. Sara could hardly fail to notice it either as she continued to roughly handle her breast, all the time bringing her closer to getting milked. ‘Moo you little cunt’ Sara told her, voice quiet but firm, knowing the time was near as Tameka’s legs beat at the lawn listlessly. ‘You’re almost done anyway!’ Sara pointed out to the trapped woman who replied by denying it ‘no….you fucking get off me and you’re done for bitch!’
‘Sure….sure’ Sara laughed, turning up the pressure with her fingers as her right hand continued to work away at Tameka’s right breast. ‘And why would I do that?’ she questions, not unreasonably. ‘Now moo for me you little bitch!’ she continued, her tone stern as her thighs tensed once again and crucially, she upped her efforts on the breast. ‘Noooo! Stop!’ Tameka pleased with her now, more than just a hint of desperation about her voice.
‘Why?’ Sara asked, ‘do you give up now?’ she enquired, but she knew the reason for Tameka’s desperation, feeling that wet warmth, slightly sticky on her fingers as the milk just started to flow from Tameka’s right breast. She didn’t stop though, not now, not just at the point where she had this powerful woman right where she wanted her. ‘Even as Tameka whined ‘no, I don’t’ Sara was still working on her so that Tameka’s breast milk was just starting to coat her impressive DD breast. ‘Well, then I guess I’ll have to do something about that!’ Sara warned her ominously, though she was happy to let Tameka anticipate just what for a moment. Of course her target was going to be the swollen and sensitive breast she’d been working on for some time now Seamlessly, she went from massaging it to having her nails sunk in to it through the slickness of the milk that covered Tameka now. That raised an anguished howl from the lawyer as Sara asked her ‘hurts doesn’t it? Now submit!’
‘NO!’ the black lawyer moaned, still trying to hang in there somehow, but the end was almost upon her as Sara finally released that right grip of the hair, and slipped her arm across Tameka’s throat to choke her. At the same time, she still used that nail driven maul on her breast, bringing the pain to Tameka who now rasped in anguished denial. There was no doubt she was a tough woman. No doubt she’d provided Sara with a challenger here on her own lawn. Sara told her ‘SUBMIT!’ though again, knowing she was done even if she was reluctant to admit as much.
‘No…..I…...NO!’ she replied again, the resolve slowly weakening in her voice. Then finally, as Sara worked her fingers in her breast again, the excruciating bolts of pain shot through her again. ‘Aagghhhh….OWWWWW…...YES, YES…...I GIVE UP!’ Tameka finally cried out, bringing the battle of the fourth of July to an end with victory for Sara. Not a victory without cost to her either as her right breast ached from the black woman’s attempts to milk here, while the rest of her body hurt from the toll taken on it by Tameka. But she had won, as she opened the scissor prison she had held Tameka in, allowing her to roll out from between her legs on to the lawn, groaning in pain.
‘You’re tough bitch’ Sara called across at her. ‘You’ve earned my respect, though I’d kick your ass again if we did it again of course!’
‘I’d like to see you try, I almost fucking had you!’ Tameka pointed out.
‘Sure….almost. I did have you though!’ Sara smiled confidently.
‘I guess that’s true’ Tameka agreed, rolling to her knees as Sara did the same. The lawyer extended her hand to shake Sara’s. ‘Just like you said’ Tameka pointed out, ‘I’ll shake your hand again at the end when you’ve beat my ass…..but I want a rematch’ she said, looking Sara in the eye.
‘Fair enough’ Sara agreed. ‘I think you’ve earned that if you want it. You are a tough bitch, I mean that. It’s a compliment, trust me’ she added.
‘Oh I know’ Tameka replied. ‘You’re a tough one too. But I will work you out’ she told Sara. ‘Now….do you want to eat? It is the fourth of July after all. I was thinking of firing up the grill once we’ve freshened up a little!’
‘I won’t say no to that’ Sara agreed, wondering already when she might get to fight this tough, powerful black woman again!